Author's Note

My name is Fireflower and this update is my way of let y'all know that I'm still yearning to write even after all those times spent uploading and updating; however, this is still a clopfic alone so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, please get off of this website now while you still can.

Anyways, I just want to state for the record to those who may have forgotten what I'd said in chapter one about My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; of course, since you already know that, I have nothing else to say here, for the most part, save for Berry Munch and Samoa appearing and belonging to Art–Anon no less.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the second chapter: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it'd took about over a few weeks total for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site, especially since I'd plenty more to write about last year; I hope you can appreciate it and that we meet again soon enough, like before.

Corporal Ametrine Dines

The wonders of the environment itself were easy to experience from the most singular of iotas altogether immediately at this passing moment instantly. The ceiling lights, which were suspended by about few meters from the ground, were white hot, bright enough to shine its colors all throughout the way. The background, walls serving as the foundation, was easily surrounded in sturdy fibers of violet flagstone while being seven yards away from the center. A few windows were found to be displaying pictures of a snowstorm taking place outside, its driving downpour and frigidity beating against the glass. The flooring was basked in a tufted carpentry rich in a darker shade, purchased from the distant lands at fair bargains before being cleaned thoroughly. The very place was garnished with fine furniture in various shapes, sizes, and shades: couches, chairs, and cushions made with the same soft materials. There were circular tables covered in white linen with a bouquet of flowers inside a porcelain vase at the center, sequestered to the side with foodstuff. A composition of strings and brass mixed together were calmly played by a nearby phonograph, filling the air with gentle vivacity and steady progression.

That being said, there were at least a few dozen occupants in the room already basking in the hot and heavy atmosphere with various states of care thereof. Almost all of them were equines: most were plain, some had wings, other possessed horns, but neither had both; of course, there were a few exceptions. Many of them donned manes and tails with colors reminiscent of violas in various shades, styles, and spans alike, another major factor also easily noticeable. Even more obvious was the sheer fact a vast majority of them in there was in the altogether; as a matter of fact, the mares in attendance wore some collars. Resonating within the whole moment was that all of them were now actively found in various poses imaginable, averaging at no more–or–less than pairs. Sounds of moans, groans, and squealing about were heard instantaneously, already coalescing with the present music inside and howling winds outside.

Out of many, two buxom mares were found in the altogether, both alike in fair dignity at first as they'd possessed certain commonalities: cold tresses flowing out, height and stature, and red collars donned around their necklines; of course, there were still many significant differences. Speaking of the two, they were the ones already close together to get lost in the throes of passion through the passing times: for starters, one of them was an indigo pegasus with splits of blue and violet while the other was a regular pony coated in orange with puffed purple tied with green. Secondly, there was also a slight difference in their juxtaposed viewing between the blushing two: only the indigo mare had borne some opalescent cornflowers within her adventurous eyes whereas the orange counterpart wore only the brilliant cerise containing illustrious excitement. Out of the twosome in question, the colder one was athletic bearing a small umbilicus while the warmer other was more lanky, in–depth, and dense; in addition, the former possessed fully solar smile adorning the flanks whilst the latter carried flannel hearts of pink, purple, and gold laid out.

Observing the mares were a pair of stallions also devoid of clothing themselves and being so ostensively indistinguishable from one another by virtue of being blue–eyed blonds; of course, they, too, had their own traits. Considering the collective presence and tumescence, even they were enjoying the performance: like the indigo pegasus, one stallion was winged colored silver; the other one was normal as the orange, darker than the former. Here, their own body types contrast against each other much like the amorous twosome before them: the blond pegasus had borne a more lipid form whereas the more colorful counterpart was limber like the winged kisser. Apparently, even the stallions’ flanks bore an emphasis on their very differences straightaway: the silvery one wore hot pink drapery lined with thin white zigzags; the indigo other had a big gold star with three horseshoes.

“Mmm… your coltfriend sure is still thankful to have you as a better lover, Hyacinth…” the orange mare had cooed lasciviously, taking the time to give the titular target some room to breathe in before kissing the latter on the lips once again.

The indigo pegasus reeked of contentment, already at ease with what they themselves were doing at this passing moment in time as her undercarriage leaked about in a stagnant solution sighing, “I know: I’ve been teaching Cloudy everything he needs to go improve himself, Plaid; besides, even your coltfriend shouldn’t mind us having some fun together, especially with his dick out…”

“Indeed…!” the aforementioned equine snorted, glancing at the blonds nearby with their shafts firmly in the grip of their leftmost hands as they pushed and pulled themselves gently, “besides, I was letting Star do me in the butt earlier just so he could satisfy himself with the foreplay beforehand if you know what I mean…”

“Ah, he should’ve eaten you out first; makes the whole experience enjoyable firsthand…” Hyacinth sighed after breaking away this time for some air only to return to the task at hand straightaway.

While this was going on, the two stallions near the mares were furiously stroking their shafts to and fro towards them, their rhythm barely synchronized to the sounds of their shared moaning. To many, this was of no surprise whatsoever to anyone considering where they were currently; as a matter of fact, there were similar scenes still taking place around themselves already at once. For what it was worth, neither mare had ever objected to their minuscule audience in the very slightest, blushing and drooling about even as both Cloudy and Star patted their yards around.

Out of many, Apple Bloom was having one of the stallions in the very same room lapping at her plications without so much as a care in the whole world. He was orange with a moderate shade of deep purple tresses found to be slicked back, matching his lidded eyes despite being a different shade altogether. Like herself, the orange stallion was also without any textiles whatsoever, already showing off his limber but muscular frame and his wavering prepuce. Donned right onto his very flanks was a rather simplistic illustration of an enormous jet–black cylinder hat standing almost against a conical spotlight.

Already did the orange stallion slowly made contact with his very target: the yellow mare’s sheath instantaneously covered in sugary sweet colorlessness clinging to her aptly colored coat. Nevertheless, he’d slowly slid his tongue into Apple Bloom’s opaque undercarriage, earning a giggle from the latter as the former had started licking its contents away in so little time no less. A few seconds later, the orange stallion now felt a hand resting on his plum mane after sliding inwardly, no doubt a spontaneous response from the likes of the yellow mare guiding him as is. All other options left for Apple Bloom was to moan slowly yet loudly for her modest flowerbed were so tight; even so, she soon even felt a tongue running around her legs while spreading them. Apparently, he could barely help himself but drooled every time he’d went sliding in and out of the yellow mare so repetitiously, his hands holding firmly onto her abdomen for some support. At long last did Apple Bloom gave out more small moans which then turned into loud yelps of happiness the moment the orange stallion had now licked further deeper in her sheath fervently. Sheer cold from his icy tongue had caused a clear fluid from the yellow mare to squirt onto his taste buds warmly in return, adding further tartness to the sweet still plastered over her anyway.

Apple Bloom cooed defiantly, “mmm… you’re so bad, Tender Taps… Ah like it…!”

“You honestly think I’m all that, huh…?” the titular tenant whinnied while grabbing onto his protuberant shaft prodding onward in its unclothed form, long as a ballpoint pen, “you ain’t seen nothing yet…!”

Pushing the yellow mare’s gaskins upward so her frogs had faced the ceiling above, the orange stallion’s yard was now aligned with her undercarriage, despite being drier than her fundament. After stretching Apple Bloom’s plications wide with feelings of lasciviousness, Tender Taps had plunged his prepuce in thoroughly, making her blushing grin more excited now she felt inclined. Each time the orange stallion slowly rubbed against the yellow mare’s croup while sliding his shaft in and out rapidly, some vastly small high–pitched moans had escaped from her wet lips. Amongst their intensely thunderous yelps of happiness, he could barely help himself but grunted, panted, and moaned every time his own thrusting yard had punctured through forward and back. Sure enough, they’d started to gain some momentum, loving every second of such togetherness with but a little more tenderness as they both were moving around and about in the dense room. Because of the hot and heavy atmosphere gaining ground, perspiration already poured through one another and salivation slowly escaped from their mouths with such loud and playful moans. With their continuous efforts now getting towards a highpoint closely since such excitement was just around the corner, the two ponies were already comfortably numbed to their roles at once.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNN!!” Apple Bloom cried out, feeling a tacky fluid emptied into her sheath immediately.

Breaking away from the undercarriage unanimously, Tender Taps cooed at the yellow mare, “so how was it so far, my love…?”

“Marvelous, they didn’t name ya such and such for nothing: Ah still wonder what else are they gonna think of next nowadays…” Apple Bloom panted prior to the orange stallion stealing a kiss from her at once before breaking away in due time all the while, “better yet, what are ya thinking about doing right now…?”

“Anything to move things along as far as I know: I don’t know how I can continue on now that I’m more–or–less all spent out; to be honest with you, I really want to keep on going for our sake…” Tender Taps had replied as he’d released himself off of the yellow mare in the process without hesitation altogether.

Apple Bloom couldn’t do else for getting here in just kilojoules limited mundanely now, only plain quaint rest sufficiently therein underwent virile wanderlust xenial youthful zeal; nevertheless, she’d persisted, “now, Ah am pretty sure that there’s something ya can do in the meantime, Ten–Ten; after all, the night is still young and so are we…”

“I’m sure there is: it’s not like we should just go on ahead and pack it in for the night; besides, we’d still go skiing tomorrow…” the orange stallion had said as he’d sat up straight onto the floor right next to the yellow mare carefully as possible so to speak, “what do you have in mind, Apple Bloom…?”

“Relax, sweetie; Ah haven’t been able to drain you all yet…” the eponymous redhead giggled before returning her attention towards Tender Taps’ prepuce, encasing all of his protuberant flesh’s surface area with salivation as her mouth took it in much to his delight, especially when he’d rested both hands onto her mane gently based on the movements made over him therein.

Surely enough, the yellow mare used her right hand to knead the shaft around playfully like if it were a piston; before long, the orange stallion had felt it springing on upward to her own muzzle. It didn’t take long until Apple Bloom’s tongue quickly slipped out of her mouth and slowly slid around Tender Taps’ yard, her warm salivation currently making him smile rather big at once. Sitting uprightly, all the orange stallion could do was rest one of his hands on the yellow mare’s tresses, stroking and patting them based on the movements she’d make beforehand all the while. Although Apple Bloom was silent, she’d taken great delight in stimulating and syphoning what would erupt from Tender Taps’ prepuce whether in or out of her deep throat as far as she’d see it. Slowly but surely, the orange stallion lent back by a bit further to give the yellow mare some more room to lick around, content enough to not let gravity send him downward onto the floor. Tender Taps barely helped himself but coo and moan, feeling Apple Bloom’s tongue running across his shaft, both hands now holding the base of her head while slurping about–face no less. Within due time, the yellow mare had driveled onto the orange stallion’s shaft for some significant time ‘til her mouth became filled to the brim with flavor, swallowing about already.

Their sensitive escapade went unnoticed as two additional mares were found nearby the couple, both alike in fair dignity at first as they'd also possessed commonalities: cold eyes, height and stature, and collars worn around necklines; of course, they had many significant differences. Like Hyacinth and Plaid, they were already close together to get lost in the throes of passion throughout the passing time: for starters, one of them was another pegasus similar to the nearby stallion while the other was a regular pony coated in white with citrus tresses of lemon and lime. Secondly, there was also a slight difference in their juxtaposed viewing between the blushing two: only the winged tenant had borne some vivid violets within her adventurous eyes whereas the bleached counterpart wore only the brilliant green containing illustrious excitement instead. Out of the two in question, the orange pegasus was athletic to a fault bearing a tiny bosom whilst the blonde mare was more curvaceous by a mere fraction; additionally, the former had worn a jet–black collar whilst the latter donned a ruby red, matching the likes of Apple Bloom herself. Since they were both in the nude so to speak of, their collective dishabille had given countless potential observers a peek at their respective flanks: the winged lover wore a similar tricolor shield but with a wheel while the bleached correspondent donned a spectral slice of a citrus fruit.

Of the two mismatched mares, the orange pegasus sighed after breaking away from the blonde mare, “ah, what a fucking relief it is…”

“I know, right…?” the bleached coequal sniggered before latching at her winged counterpart’s bust briefly so to speak, “it would be even much nicer if we had something to drink other than the water; at the very least, Smudge Proof was nice enough to provide catering for the lot of us, like before: let’s head out to the table to see what they have…”

“I don’t see any reason why not, Lemon; of course, I’m still remembering this is my first time here, let alone in Whinnyapolis of all places…” the aforementioned tenant had tittered timidly, turning up to take note of the teeming yet thin throngs of travelers like they themselves all the while.

As they were doing so, they’d came across another pair of collared mares also overwhelmed by some collective concupiscence: unlike the former, the latter possessed some differences for there were some multicolored tresses, red collars, and lighter coats; needless to say, it wasn’t expected. For starters, one of the twosome in question had a pinkish color scheme and tresses containing every color from the rainbow save for green whereas the other was coated in quicksilver and bore locks of yellow, green and purple all tied up at the end as far as Lemon and her lover seen. Secondment, there was also a slight difference in facial composition between the two of them all residing about: only the silver mare amongst the very duo had donned some creases of lipid worn right onto her rosy cheekbones, more prominently compared to the likes of Little Red herself. Thirdly, the pink pony in question had maintained a thinly toned figure with such flanks illustrating a paintbrush at the very end of a purple spiral while the metallic counterpart was slightly portly in comparison with pies directly onto her own sides filled up with a certain inside. In addition, the lightweight tenant in question had both irises rich with color of opalescence right within the owner’s very visage whereas her heavyset correspondent had bore some amber waves of grain among the richly earthen tones, the same grains making the base of its food in question.

It didn’t take much for the bleached blonde to stare at them both in particular as they were already lost in the throes of passion, cerebrating about no less, “oh, my…!”

“Oh, Too–Roo…!” the silver mare moaned loudly, laying on her stomach as she was being explored abaft by the pink pony wearing a plastic protuberance around the waistline at a steady momentum, “ravage my backdoor, will you?!”

“Yes, take it, CiCi: you’re just a fat fuck who can’t resist a little game of hide and go anal, just like that skinny little shit–for–brains bookworm nearby; even though you kissed me, cocks and balls still light up your brain…!” the lightweight tenant had snarled lasciviously, pushing and pulling repetitively around the heavyset counterpart underneath the former.

Liquids likewise leaked from Lemon liminally as she looked upon the lust the twosome were in at this moment in time so to speak of; suddenly, the orange pegasus interceded from the conscious world the former was still in as the latter had spoken up all the same, “Lemon, are you okay…?”

“Scootaloo?!” the bleached blonde blurted out in the process no less, paying attention to the beverage in the titular tenant’s hand altogether, “sorry, I was still amazed to be seeing a lot of our friends here at the resort; it’s been a long time since we’d went somewhere like this together: New Horseleans was the first party we’d been forced to sit out in the past six months, you see…”

“I know and this is my third party I’ve gone with the rest of the Crusaders: even Babs and Gabby are here with us and I haven’t seen either of them ever since; my friends had told me they’d became mothers about a year ago and Gabby’s been spending the most time with her young…” the orange pegasus replied before handing off the container to Lemon without any hesitation.

It didn’t take much for the bleached blonde to accept the beverage and open it at last, taking the time to talk in the meantime as is, “how are they by the way, Scootaloo: have they been making any progress ever since; what about your friends, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle, as well – how have they been doing lately…?”

“They haven’t lost their way or personality recently: Babs said she’d been in a painting with her friends, Tag–A–Long and Twist…” the eponymous mare had answered before taking a swig from the red bottle almost immediately, swallowing it down all the same, “as for Gabby, she’d been still trying to hold down a stable job as a postal carrier to and from Equestria. In any case, my friends have been able to carry on with their lives as auxiliaries for the School of Friendship for the past few years; aside from that, their families have been supportive lately, especially Apple Bloom’s, despite the complications recently back then: she’d said that Granny Smith’s condition is starting to deteriorate ever since the past summer lately. As far as the doctors were concerned, they say she’d been saying and doing some weird things, more so than the Zap Apples: she’s been mumbling about somepony by the name of Enrico Pucci speeding up the flow of time somewhere in the near future; I don’t even know the pony or if it’s even possible, at least compared to a certain somebody’s abilities known and unknown.”

“It’s probably nothing to worry about, Scootaloo: even if it were possible and he’s the one who wants to destroy the world with it, we all have plenty of friends and family to stop him; besides, your friends’ sister helped the rest of their friends stop Nightmare Moon over a decade ago…” Lemon spoke demurely after taking in a huge volume of fluid from her beverage all the while.

Either way, the orange pegasus shook the container to find it light to the touch compared to earlier ago as she’d responded to the bleached blonde no less, “I know that, it’s Apple Bloom I worry about the most: Sweetie Belle and I had been friends with her ever since we were all fillies and we’d never worried about such things; apparently, her Granny’s health is taking a toll on her. Of course, I can relate to that since she’d been raised by her: I barely knew my parents throughout much of my life on the account of them traveling to and from Equestria discovering all sorts of flora and fauna; as such, I was basically raised by my aunts, Lofty and Holiday, ever since I was a sophomore so to speak of. To be honest, I never did consider the idea of them being married together for a long time whatsoever; as far as I’d recalled, it would’ve made more sense if either of them were from New Ponyland altogether: first settlement in all of Equestria itself and liberalism at its finest through and through. Anyways, none of my friends in and out of school had found it weird or anything, not even Diamond Tiara herself; of course, it wouldn’t have surprised me had she known of new ways to make fun of me, like she’d done in the past with her friend Silver Spoon: for all that I know, her mother was a reason for why she was such a mess back then. Still, it’s kind of sad that they have plenty of time to spend with their husbands like the other gals such as Twist, Babs, and Gabby: even though they’re no strangers to the taste of their fellow females, the fact they’d found solace in stallions astonishes me overall; even now, I tend to worry about whether or not I’d be able to find a special somepony of my own someday, if at all.”

“Scootaloo, I understand where you’re coming from: your concern for Apple Bloom’s a reflection of your friendship…” Lemon interceded tepidly after finishing her own bottle off, retaining the aforementioned mare’s attention all the same like before, “even now, the fact that you’ve been supporting her ever since is proof you three care for each other as for yourselves. My friends, Firelock and Peachy Petal, were in the same position as you when we were all struggling to get our cutie marks; as a matter of fact, we were also big fans of Rainbow Dash in our youth, just like you were and are to this today so to speak of: don’t forget why you’d joined the Wonderbolts so many years ago when you’d came of age, let alone who you wanted to be. As far as your folks were and are concerned, you should be happy that your hopes and dreams have been accomplished at last: not that many ponies would reach that fraction of the same potential within everyone else in and out of Equestria altogether as is; not only that, it’s even rare for ponies so young to do that all the same in this day and age alone, with and/or without friends. Remembering all of this would be a more tantalizing luxury compared to all the material rewards one could achieve in life herein: we live in a world where everyone, equine and non, are so on the go these day, we barely have any time to ourselves, if at all; even Granny Smith, for all her conditions, by and large, has managed to make something of herself at a young age back then. There have been plenty of ponies like, and unlike, her whom had managed to start out where you and/or your friends were then on: they’re probably growing old, if not getting more older than her but they’d made life worth living for and surviving as is here; as a matter of fact, it’ll be a long time until any of us grow old like them but we’ll probably have at least one good memory.”

“Then let’s make another: for too long, I’d spent far too much time wondering when I’d be able to fly like all the other pegasus in my youth; now, I just want to forget all of this and be here with you, like you would with me as my friends are like you’d said about them earlier, Lemon…” laughed the orange pegasus prior to stealing a kiss from the bleached blonde with little warning.

With their eyes already accented by the blushing due to the close distance they’ve made, their respective lips joined together immediately. Now, the pair were finally growing more eager to let their muzzles and their tongues finally slip out for their very ecstatic exploration here. In little time whatsoever, they’d surrendered themselves to one another, neither of the participants relenting during their embrace. Devoid of trepidation, both of the mares had surrendered to their lustful ecstasy; of course, Lemon had pushed herself against Scootaloo. Adding to their wet and wild state, the salivation grew throughout their muzzles as soon as they had broken away from one another instantly. Sure enough, the orange pegasus began grabbing the bleached blonde’s fundament for support, making the latter squeal contentedly soon.

Lemon cried only softly, slowing down gently, “shit, I’m gonna cum soon; I don’t even remember what to do…!”

“Keep going; I want us both to cum together for once; besides, it’s not like I’m going to go into refractory mode afterwards…!” Scootaloo had chuffed with naughty glee, licking the sweat off of the bleached blonde’s cheek without a care in the world, “besides, we still have the whole night to ourselves as is; what’s one more push in the grand scheme of things no less…?”

“Okay then, you asked for it…!” Lemon laughed lightly.

It didn’t take long for the bleached blonde to just go on right ahead and regain speed, already feeling the colorless fluid upon the surface areas gathering from herself and the orange pegasus. Only the recent stardust memories mixed in with the sights and sounds of the pink pony having explored her friend earlier served as aid to guide Lemon completely, in spite of their differences. Tensed up from the fervent excursion which was being encouraged by Scootaloo, it was but a matter of time before the bleached blonde could fulfill it in its entirety overall for their sake as is. After a brief while in due time, the orange pegasus had finally expelled a scream and a shot in the open air and against Lemon’s moist plications respectively as far they were both concerned.

Scootaloo mewed, tingling about as she’d already felt the textures within herself becoming changed thanks to the bleached blonde, “mmm… look at all that honey; it’s no wonder why Twist had gone after Apple Bloom years ago for the first time: she couldn’t get over being looked over in our youth a decade ago…”

“That’s not true and you know it, Scootaloo: as far as you’d remembered, your friends and classmates had kept being close…” said Lemon whom had still held onto the orange pegasus tightly and stroked the latter’s purple mane ever so softly so to speak of, “after all, you Crusaders have brought foals like us together for the past decade since Pipsqueak was class president…”

“I know that, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle had gotten their cutie marks on the very same day as me and at the schoolhouse no less; you probably already know this story by heart anyway and so does everyone else so far, even Gabby does and we’d once believed she could get hers too…” sighed Scootaloo so softly in a salaciously slurred speech.

It didn’t take long for the bleached blonde to leave the orange pegasus to the latter’s own devices before replying, “how long did it take you all to realize this wouldn’t happen…?”

“The second Princess Twilight told us the truth: while she’d said it’s not impossible, the chances of Gabby getting one were slim…” Scootaloo had whispered about before following after Lemon to kiss her on the left cheek slowly but surely as far as the former did, “as a matter of fact, all three of us were going to tell her the truth as soon as we’d gotten back, that I can swear to it…”

“Really now, then what happened next: it’s obvious to you and me that she doesn’t have a cutie mark like the rest of us; as a matter of fact, you don’t obviously think that Seed could see it all the same, can he…?” the bleached blonde bloviated, drawing attention to the titular tenant whom was clearly now wearing only a red collar as she was at this moment in time so to speak of.

Unperturbed, the orange pegasus wasted no time in answering Lemon almost immediately, “understand she was the only griffon we had came across for the first time in our entire lives: none of us knew what life was like for her before she’d came here, let alone set hoof whatsoever; anyways, we couldn’t even get a word in edgewise because she was so eager to get one as is. None of us had the strength to blame her if at all, especially not me when you consider what it was like for me at a young age: a pegasus who can barely even fly at a young age when a newborn could fly in so little time, especially with a unicorn sister; if anything, we just wanted to give her a chance for her to shine for once with how enthusiastic she’d been back in those days. As good as Gabby was, there had seemed to be no sign of it at all initially, at least until she’d showed us her own cutie mark: she’d said it was a cauldron from when she was helping out Zecora with potion making but the truth came out when Gabby fell; the paint wasn’t even permanent yet our friendship still managed to hold on out in spite of our differences all in all…”

“Sounds like to me that she wasn’t the only one whom wanted a cutie mark as badly as you and your friends were back then…” the bleached blonde had snickered a bit before sashaying away from Scootaloo, even though the latter was following after as is, “come on, let’s go onto the citrine room; I want to see what the other area in the resort is like before we leave tomorrow…”

“Me too; this is my first time here anyways…!” the orange pegasus had beamed as the twosome traveled out the amorous crowd of ponies, her body currently a canvas of solutions accumulated from not too long ago still drying out amongst the thinned layer of wet perspiration from up to her neckline so to speak of.

Out of the many still here in the meantime, a pair of heavyweights both alike in fair dignity at first glance were lain nearby as they’d possessed certain commonalities such as height and perspiration over their bodies, but there were many significant differences between themselves. Speaking of the two, they were the ones already close together, lost in their throes of passions: for starters, one was a silver stallion with rough and tumble brown tresses whilst the other was a mare coated in cherry with circular puffs colored in two shades of cerise all the very same. Secondly, there was also but a slight difference in facial composition between the quadrupedal two: only he’d bore some rolls of lipids underneath the blue adventurous orbs within himself whereas the crimson mare had worn some brilliant cherries containing illustrious excitement too. Out of the two heavyweights in question, the silvery brunet had some hairs on his chest while the cherry counterpart was more curvaceous, much like many of her peers in question; in addition, while he possessed silverware adorning the flanks, she carried some tiny assortment of cookies. Like the many scattered all throughout the premises, they were both devoid of such textiles completely; that being said, the cherry mare wore a purple collar darker than her eyes, alongside a set of jet–black lingerie still exposed to the open world as it’d matched her headband with ears.

Amongst the twosome, she was the first to mewed lasciviously as the heavyset stallion slowly but surely lapped at her moist sheath within his lidded blushing orbs having already taken aim, “ooh, eat this catty pony out, daddy…!”

“Mmm…!” he’d moaned loudly into the stout redhead’s undercarriage, taking ahold of her waistline so as to not lose his grip while the tongue was at work with the adjacent flesh, “you’re such a fucking ho; I love it…!”

The silvery brunet was still bent down on his very knees, having placed his face over the plications so that the tongue slipped out the mouth slowly slid into her right at once. It wasn’t long that the heavyset stallion licked the stout redhead’s sheath, stretched wide by a pair of hands resting onto her taken area immediately as he was already at work as is. She’d moaned slowly yet loudly as he’d ran his tongue around the widening gaskins only mere centimeters away from reaching the fundament underneath itself as far as it was near. The silvery brunet could barely help himself but drooled every time he’d gone sliding in and out of the stout redhead repetitively with the occasional descent, much to her delight here. In no time, she’d given out more small moans which then turned into loud yelps of happiness the moment the heavyset stallion’s tongue soon licked deeper within the undercarriage. The sheer coldness from himself had caused a clear fluid to squirt all out from the stout redhead in return, even onto the warm taste buds and croup he’d lapped at so briefly no less.

“Hah, please shove your cock inside me already; I’m such a dirty whore…!” she’d slowly heaved, rolling over before to rest her palms onto the soft carpeting to the point of letting the silvery brunet see the moistened flanks up in front of him.

Sluggishly yet surely, the heavyset stallion had stood up a bit slightly and soon chuckled gruffly, “okay Berry, I’ll do it, for you of course; besides, all of this lip service has made me feeling so horny…!”

It wasn’t long until his freshly exposed yard had now went inside of the eponymous mare’s fundament, causing the latter to grip tightly onto the soft surface at once. At first, the movement started slowly before gaining some momentum steadily as the silvery brunet held onto the croup firmly with his fingertips gently dug in flesh. Under no tiny amount of time whatsoever did the stout redhead had started feeling her wet plications getting heated all the sudden, pith and substance slick as water. Now, she was firmly aware of how her sheath had already burned about with such the heated moisture accumulating about, less viscous than the hunger for some food. Along with the burning sensation upon their faces, Berry now moaned loudly since her flanks were occupied by the heavyset stallion wasting no time in thrusting about. Much of their momentum was now increasing on and about almost immediately as he’d still bounced up against the stout redhead’s fundament abrasively all the same. With growing determination and expectation, it was only in a matter of moments the silvery brunet got close enough to bursting, her haunches reacting to his ingresses. Sure enough, it was only but a matter of time as Berry was losing control of her own body while her stallion lover closed his eyes, sweating and moaning about so to speak.

In the perceptions of many, moisture is usually formed with water, one out of many elements that provide subsistence: one of them was in the form and function of perspiration, seeping out from the skin of many as it usually had a similarity to saltwater itself; however, it was already accompanied by fear and fury conjoined together in a rather slow yet steady boil in the mix. Of course, such was the prevailing truth in a lone sterile environment so clean and pristine to a fault that even the most stubborn of stains can be washed away with the utmost effort alongside the rightly portioned compounds and solutions when exposed to the right temperature: the active nozzles themselves were irrefutable proof of this very matter thanks to their precipitations. That being said, the mists and hazes conceived from the continuous downpour contributed to the already hot and heavy atmosphere, even going so far as to affect the visibilities of any lifeform whatsoever trapped deeply within them; however, the only consolation which it had offered was a rather neutral scent that masked the area away from all of the others nearby so to speak of. After all, considering their very purpose overall, it was also certain that these showers weren’t the sole utility in this part of the already clouded room, let alone the only section of the area in and of themselves; as a matter of fact, it was nevertheless most likely that at least one individual in question was in there using one of them as of this particularly passing moment in time.

Out of the few whom appeared, there were two ponies whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance, possessed certain commonalities that the former shared besides the lack of clothes; nevertheless, there were significant differences such as the lack of wings upon both their bodies. For starters, here was a stallion whose coat, although white as snow had patches of brown all throughout his very body that matched his eyes; standing next to him was a zebra mare with eyes of orchid blossoming about against her rather intricately monochromatic body of streaks therein. Secondment, the former was a brunet: although matching the spots, his small mane was frazzled enough to reach past the nape of the neckline; the latter’s short style was neatly straightened out but it did nothing whatsoever to deviate from their utter lack of color save for a blue collar. Thirdly, the patchy pony had worn a silvery compass and a crimson X with a jet black dotted trail in between them on both of his very flanks; the zebra donned a flock of butterflies of all shapes and sizes but the only commonality amongst themselves were their grayscale schematics. Even their facial structures almost had the observer confused due to their varying appearances: his muzzle was rounded out, like many of the mares but it was filled up with some confidence; hers, however, was more boxy since it possessed various angles and a curvilinear base as well. The most contentious piece of detail between the two ponies in the altogether was their stature: the patchy pony had some meat right on his bones but was otherwise lightweight so to speak of; the zebra was also lightweight albeit with such bosoms in the size of baseballs that sagged a bit.

“Hah, already…?” he’d gasped, retracting his pulsating prepuce from her undercarriage with a profligate grin being shared as she’d lowered herself to the adjacent waist, “I guess it’d be fitting that you get a taste of my Trottingham tumescence before having a turn with Flutterbye soon, Samoa; besides, she needs our help in figuring out what she wants to do hereon out, as before…”

“Mm–hmm…” the titular tenant muffled, having instantaneously pressed onto the patchy pony’s shaft preemptively.

With the zebra’s knees having already reached the wet floor, she glanced at the sodden yard with a quiet giggle hidden deep within the precipitations around them. At first, Samoa relied on her hands to knead the prepuce around playfully like a joystick; before long, her tongue slipped outwardly and slowly slid about at once. With such salivation already making contact, all that which he could do was rest one of the hands on the zebra’s mane to stroke and pat based on progress she made. Her tongue had still freely licked the patchy pony’s shaft before slowly forwarding it all in her mouth deeply, taking a break to moan sultry tones of joint arousal. Even though he’d spread his gaskins a bit further to give Samoa more room to lick around, he was barely helping himself but drool and blush from her actions. In no time whatsoever, the zebra had driveled on it for some significant amount of time overall right until her mouth was finished sipping extract from the yard.

Swallowing it whole, she’d finally looked up to hear the patchy pony speak in an instant, “you’re doing great, my lovely: she’ll be loving your precious tongue twisters at the rate you’re going, that’s for sure…”

“Anything for a friend, anyone, pony and non, can depend…” Samoa had chuckled, slowly rising up to the occasion of regaining her stance and vacating his personal space, “it’s a shame that for you males, as well as myself and the females, the night will soon come to an end…”

“All the more reason to make the most of it in our eyes; besides, Smudge Proof’s invitations were still proof of it, my inquisitively dearest Samoa…” the patchy pony cooed before kissing the lonely zebra once again, this with feeling as both of their faces burned brightly amidst the ardent deluge.

This time, he’d edged away from her as she spoke, “come to think of it, Flutterbye just won’t quit: although she’s eager and willing, she’s reluctant about me drilling; still, I’ll hold back a bit…”

“Obviously, you should: she’s new to the whole thing and the party is proof of it; her nethers are being soaked regardless of whichever gender…” the patchy pony prattled playfully as Samoa strutted past him without a care, “with all due respect, she’s still nothing like the rest of your troop; even Do–Si–Do seems to be frigid around the idea of sex in general…”

“Just you wait, don’t underestimate: Flutterbye is lots of things but Do–Si–Do is no fling; I could help her masturbate…” the lonely zebra had said.

It wasn’t long until he was finally left alone in the dank and dire atmosphere, quickly latching onto the supersaturated coat as well as his tresses. With such lack of decibels, it’d have seemed easy for the patchy pony alone to keep even the most wayward of peers from translating properly. Nevertheless, he was already embodying the will to power, despite the stationary stance as the waters nearby him had kept running freely no less. In the grand scheme of things, the patchy pony was content with the turn of events which had brought them here to this very location currently.

Of course, their loneliness didn’t last as long as a cobalt unicorn had slowly cut into the fray gently, all covered in hot white foam. A rather moderate shade of some orange blossoms were found to be flowing out in a rough shape similar to which of the silvery brunet. Despite the cobalt unicorn’s beady pupils, there were shades of chocolate and midnight clashing together in the darkness before dawn. In regards to the utter lack of attire, he was already showing off his lipid form alongside with the tumescent prepuce still wafting about. Shown upon the cobalt unicorn’s flanks was a simplistic illustration of some open scissors: white hot yet cool to touch despite textures.

For what it was worth, the patchy pony sneered about, “so tell me, Snipsy: how long were you jacking it to us this time…?”

“I was thinking about Babs, not you…!” the lonely heavyweight had exclaimed instantaneously, “besides, feeling her on top of me as she was being eaten out by another Filly Guide did a number on my dick…”

“Ahh, Berry Munch: still fine bit of crumpet in my opinion; speaking of which, it seems odd that she hasn’t cleaned you up as well when the opportunity arose…” the thinner brunet guffawed with Snips reluctantly joining into the mixture.

The cobalt unicorn blushed about and said, “not her, Tag–A–Long and she wasn’t alone; anyways, Babs’ expecting me and I want get some payback for making me stick my tongue into her slutty butt: anal may be my strong suit yet licking her there was crossing the line; at that rate, I thought she’d turned into Twist all of the sudden seeing that they love fucking fillies and colts.”

“Yeah, I heard of that nerdy little redhead: whoever thought she was capable of being into backgammon and the like; it seems that there aren’t enough cocks in the world to satisfy her…” the patchy pony purred playfully, prepuce petrifying proactively and presently presumptuously, “of course, Berry Munch happens to be three times as good, according to our friend Truffle.”

“I don’t think I want to listen another word about that cherry brunch slut any longer; besides, I want to punish my little Babsie, not cheat on her with some low hanging fruit…” Snips snapped soon enough, despite the levelheaded nuance.

Sighing about no less, the thinner brunet turned around and walked while saying, “I understand, can’t keep you waiting any longer with your fillyfriend wondering when in the world are you coming out of the shower; besides, I might pass the time by relaxing in the bath: helps me rejuvenate my muscles while Samoa and Flutterbye have some fun times with each other alone.”

“Those two mares…?” the heavyset unicorn gasped at the patchy pony instantly, “that won’t be necessary anyway; besides, Babs may have had some fun with two of the Filly Guides but I won’t stick my dick in either of them all the same…”

“I understand: you two are a married couple as far as Equestria by and large is concerned; either way, I’ll see you two later in the topaz room later on, especially with that mane of yours no less…” the thinner brunet replied with a gentle wave of a hand before leaving Snips alone so to speak.