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 earlier about My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro: Savannah and Trefoil belong to Art–Anon and the other OCs in this chapter are based on the students and irregulars from Code Geass.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the third chapter: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it'd took about over many weeks 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.

Always Blende In[ward(ly)]

The wonders of the environment itself were hardly any different from earlier before: equilateral borders, stormy windows, steely background, soft furnishings, bountiful foodstuff, and a few scores of occupants. From what can be seen, many inhabitants had integuments painted with colors reminiscent of a cream lemon in various shades, styles, and spans, barely matching the area in which everybody were already inside. As such, not only a vast majority of themselves in there were in the altogether, all of the mares in attendance also wore some collars, even Samoa whom was higher and drier compared to the rest of them so to speak. Just like the amethyst section from long ago, all of them were currently found in various poses imaginable, still averaging at no more–or–less than mere pairs moaning, groaning, and squealing without even a care. A composite series of strings and percussions with blaring bass tones played about acutely from a phonograph with brief colored flashes streaking on in clear–cut shapes simplistic and otherwise in near synchronicity.

Out of many, one lone ivory pegasus was found to be standing up about right abaft the window, leaning against its heightened surface with bared integuments. Sets of grainy amber waves were found making its very way throughout its wearer’s neckline, its solid color already speaking loudly and proudly about at once. Around the luxurious pupils were but circles of malachite already widened by a rather coy smile as they’d been framed by a square pair of jet–black spectacles. In regards to the blonde’s attire, all that was worn around the neck was a red collar, showing off her petite bosoms, miniature umbilicus, and slender plications. Resting over her flanks was a troika of jet–black pawprints belonging to a creature of a different species and yet she was free from whatever influences thereof.

Standing right at the opposite end was a creamy counterpart already looking back at the dainty blonde and the flowy fluid which still ran on. A moderate shade of dark brown tresses were found to be straightened out, matching his lidded eyes in spite of bearing cowlick sticking out. Like herself, the creamy pegasus was also in the altogether, already showing off his lightweight frame and his wavering prepuce all the while. Donned right upon the brunet’s flanks was a rather simplistic illustration of a snow white feather standing alone against the colored placement.

“You know, Featherweight, it’s being a while since we’ve been invited to one of Smudge Proof’s parties; I can remember the night we’d spent together in Trottingham last year with all our friends from school: everypony was out there stark naked having the time of their lives here in Equestria, including us as well…” the ivory pegasus had giggled at the titular male diffidently.

It wasn’t even long until he’d answered back with a hint of confidence in his nasal voice, “I agree… never thought that we’d be invited again, let alone go to Whinnyapolis of all places, Zippoorwhill: matter of fact, who’d have guessed it’d be here of all the places in the city, much less the entire world; come to think of it, how could he even manage to afford all of this…?”

“It doesn’t matter what price Smudge Proof can and can’t afford, not as long as he can make us happy; after all, the candy made us happy when we were much younger…” the eponymous mare sighed before trotting over to Featherweight’s side, gently stroking her dainty fingers across his flexible abdomen, “of course, I want more than just some candy; I want you and you alone…”

Since they were still standing straight anyways, their eyes were accented by blushing considering that both faces had been maintaining a close distance. As the two finally joined hands, their respective lips grew closer to one another while the creamy pegasus’ trembling had started to cease immediately. The pair finally grew more eager, their muzzles finally opened as one another passed, tongues finally slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. In little time whatsoever, they’d surrendered themselves on the gilded carpeting right beneath: the dainty blonde already residing onto his very body. Neither of them had relented, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions started to grow. When Featherweight transferred his lips from the target down to her neckline, he’d then exhaled dioxide from both nostrils, breathing on down literally. Only then when the creamy pegasus’ tongue started licking Zippoorwhill’s shoulder she felt the sensation crawl round, not caring due to anticipation. Once immediately, the dainty blonde’s smile grew as he’d quickly slid his tongue down to her bust in betwixt delivering pleasure with silent whines. Delighted by the sheer fact that Featherweight started tugging on them with his teeth; as a result, she’d started letting out loudly soften moans at once.

“To be honest, I can’t remember when we’d held ourselves together like this, ‘sides Trottingham of course…” the creamy pegasus chuckled after breaking away from Zippoorwhill’s nubbins.

The dainty blonde sat up straight over his abs with a smirk before speaking back to him at once, “still one of the perks of being young and in love, especially in Equestria; after all, us pegasi can be really creative with our lovemaking liaisons: the trip to the candy factory had helped to expand our horizons so far and good. Two years ago, I’d let you drag me alongside by the collar to one of the rooms in the mansion like a little puppy out for a walk; it was rather exhilarating in letting you of all the ponies in the world, let alone Equestria, take the reins like some big strong stallion: all that I had to do was to drain you of your cum as a good little mare did until there was nothing left of it whatsoever. Now, it seems the roles have been reversed for the both of us: I get to go first and you just need to lay there and take it, just like I have done before; besides the most obvious of details, the only difference is that we can both start a little slow before you get the time of day to regain control in the other room. How’s that for an edifying evening to ourselves, Master Featherweight…?”

“Go on ahead, Zippo… I’m ready for it…” the aforementioned brunet heaved as she stroked his pectorals gently with attention to their tame textures, “just please go easy on me though…”

“Oh, I will…” Zippoorwhill sniggered, now sitting upon Featherweight’s chest delicately with an impish smirk as he’d bore witness to her dripping sheath nearby him; at that same time, a right hand rested over his brunet mane with a sensuous sigh escaping from the former’s hot and heavy lips.

Despite the dainty blonde’s weight currently concentrated upon the brunet’s thorax, she was gentle enough to maintain balance as her thighs surrounded his face to present her moist loins. The ords of her cleavage stood on endwise from the heated oxygen present and accounted for, the opportunity in which both pegasi were stuck in the moment in time to indulge themselves. Zippoorwhill spread her legs wide away from Featherweight’s face and neck so as to provide him some room and levity whilst still fortifying herself directly over his face with her thin thighs. Even understanding that it was only but a matter of time before freedom could ever be regained, the creamy brunet had remained at ease with the very contents of the dainty blonde’s plications. Several fingers now found their way onto the ends, belonging only to herself as she’d moaned delectably from the strokes in which his tongue having started making beneath the very sheath. Needless to say, they were still delighted by each others’ company because of the warm peace: Zippoorwhill was already looking down at Featherweight face once again with a blushing grin. Within a matter of moments, the dainty blonde’s mews and squeals increased from the creamy brunet’s actions as she slowly lost control of herself, left at the mercy of compromising structure. Although she’d remembered more than well enough to preserve his airtime, even she knew it was only a matter of time before such a lust would soon overwhelm her like it’d done to himself. In any case, Featherweight took his time to explore every nook and cranny within Zippoorwhill’s loins, slurping and licking away the flavorful fruits of her love’s labors lost in space and time.

As the dainty blonde shivered and shaken from the creamy brunet’s course of action alone, the exothermicity between their actions had staved off whatever wintry weather had still bothered to sneak inward; of them, the latter gulped, “mm… so yummy…”

“AHN~!” she’d cried out before toppling away from his soaking mane and muzzle, resting her head onto the soft surface nearby his hooves while taking a glance at the pulsating yard still attached to himself with all the warm dryness entailing, already feeling themselves perspiring about, “you’re so good at making the first move, Featherweight; I’m feeling so hot already…”

“You’re not so bad either: your pussy still tastes better than ever, let alone last year; I’d almost forgot how you can be…” the titular stallion had gasped for air while speaking to Zippoorwhill, instantly finding himself the time sit back upright freely without her body holding him down directly like before.

Needless to say, the dainty blonde did the same and replied, “speaking of which, before I can get reacquainted with your meaty cock, how about a little show before we get ourselves back on the road…?”

“Ah, why not…?” the creamy brunet articulated, watching as she’d moved her hand down into the supersaturated area his tongue had been to recently, “we have the whole night and place to ourselves; no use in going about it too much too soon…”

“Glad that we can agree on it…” Zippoorwhill giggled as she’d started to push her fingers within her plashy plications, moaning with pleasure without so much as a care in the whole wide world whatsoever.

Using a remaining left hand, the dainty blonde to chafe her bosoms smoothly, pinching its very nubbins as he’d just plainly stayed still and watched her closely. It was at this point excitement was just around the corner for her and Featherweight could see it; after all, his prepuce was still up and at it, despite lacking action. Rife with such great passions at the sight of one another was enough for the very twosome to feel their visages becoming flushed with the crimson shades at once. Anyways, Zippoorwhill was about to reach her collective highpoint again surely enough soon, especially considering how she herself was having a great time. Restraints weakening once more, the dainty blonde couldn’t even take it any longer, yelling out loudly as her extremities became moistened with the solutions. Yearning for the opportunity presented to the likes of the creamy brunet, such happiness was being made known, despite struggling to refrain from a touch.

Although his hands were still away from the shaft, he could feel it demands being stated outright without saying a word altogether; nevertheless, he’d struggled to ask her, “please let me taste you again, Zippoorwhill; I can barely take it any longer…”

“Alrighty then… I figure that… you’ve done enough… watching and… waiting around… for me to just… stop myself now…” the eponymous mare panted overtly, now moving leisurely towards Featherweight with a slow crawl as she guided her wet fingers at his muzzle, “at the very… least, I can share… it all with you…”

“Ahn…” the creamy brunet chortled as he saw two of the dainty blonde’s digits becoming assembled straightly like a drinking straw.

He’d gotten his tongue out, playfully licking the tips of her hand before it’d started to dig inside throughout inside his very mouth almost immediately so to speak of. Featherweight felt had Zippoorwhill’s two fingers touching his taste buds gradually but carefully before nearly reaching its apex, salivation making them moistly tepid. Of the ardent feelings remaining in the minds of the two pegasi, the dainty blonde was enjoying the creamy brunet glazing her extremities, pressing on as some candy. She’d felt and glimpsed at his orifice stimulating and licking her fingers as they went inward and out of his very mouth briskly before taking them out of the lips gently. A drooping string of saliva had trailed after the tip of Zippoorwhill’s fingernail, slowly reaching Featherweight’s coating over his stomach, frissoning briefly for a bit. The dainty blonde wiped the creamy brunet’s lips clear of the combined concoction with a smile before going in for the taking, kissing him once more without fear.

After breaking away this time, she’d asked him, “want a little treat before we go on even further…?”

“Mm–hmm… chocolate bar please…” Featherweight had answered Zippoorwhill almost instantaneously with a smile carved right upon his visage, “let’s share it together, for old times’ sake…”

“Anything for you, my lovely…” the dainty blonde giggled before rising back up to her hooves to leave the creamy brunet to his own devices.

As she’d done so, he’d remained calm on the outside but thinking all throughout the time: so now it was to be her having free reign whatsoever to conduct whichever course of actions between herself and him alone; after all, there were indeed others like and unlike themselves in this very area so to speak of.

In the meantime, Zippoorwhill had walked along the soft surface, searching for something as she’d walked past two other mares on a couch also in the altogether, both alike in fair dignity at first as they’d possessed certain commonalities: coldly colored irises, height and stature, and sweat on their saturated bodies; of course, there were many significant differences betwixt them. Speaking of the two, they were the ones already close together to get lost in the throes of passion throughout the passing times: for starters, one of them was another pegasus, albeit lemony with darker tresses compared to her ivory counterpart as it were; the other was a minty unicorn with teal tresses accented by brighter stripes overall as far as the others were concerned nevertheless. Secondly, there was also but a slight difference in retinal composition between the mismatched twosome for what it was worth: only the former bore a lone nevus underneath one of the glowing green eyes as far as they could all see clearly, day and/or night; however, the minted correspondent had worn some brilliant sky blue containing illustrious excitement within them. Out of the two equines in question, the lemony pegasus had a buxom formation with a thickly tinted pinkness to contrast against Zippoorwhill while the minty unicorn was more petite, painted in a scanner darkly but otherwise voluptuous all the same; in addition, while the former had wore colorful nosegays upon the flanks, the latter had carried on a trio of curved arrows trailing about. Like many of the visitors around themselves, they were both devoid of textiles completely, save for collars already worn around the necks red like the concupiscence enveloping the majority; with that said, the busty blonde sat over the jaded counterpart whom had worn an artificial protuberance as the former bounced up and down against the latter gently with little resistance.

The minty unicorn was pushing up into the lemony pegasus while latching at the sheath and bosoms in front of her, cerebrating about, “that’s right, Savannah, you’re almost there; it won’t be long now…”

“AHN…!” the blonde moaned as she felt her prodded loins becoming more loose with fluids shooting out from there instantaneously; afterwards, she’d turned to the jaded counterpart at once, “no wonder why Tails liked you so much: you’re still so confident in your abilities to please a mare such as myself, Trefoil…”

“Such a shame that she wasn’t invited no less; she would’ve love the party that he’s throwing us: all that warm water and the attractions too…” the aforementioned mare had sighed softly before pecking Savannah on the cheek without any hesitation whatsoever.

The lemony pegasus then exhaled, sliding off of the minty unicorn’s lap to the only free space nearby before speaking, “oddly enough, she’s not the only pony to sit this one out again from what Samoa told us: Snails and Twist haven’t shown up either; of course, Apple Bloom and her friends told me about their plans…”

“Speaking of which, you seem to be eased with your coltfriend letting you go to Trottingham with his brother tagging along; I’d thought he and Rumble were going to be locking eyes with each other or something…” Trefoil spoke to Savannah as they were briefly watching the others going about their own ways, “did anything happen between them both…?”

“Not at all: now that Thunderlane’s been married to Zula for a long time, word on the street is they’re going to have another foal sometime soon this year…” the lemony pegasus had simply answered the minty unicorn without any kind of hesitation within the former whatsoever so to speak of.

This made Trefoil’s smile grow wider as she’d exclaimed, “oh, how wonderful: did you get to meet their foal yet; what about the gender – colt or filly…?”

“Can’t say that I’ve gotten around to see them, at least not yet; come to think of it, I still know little about her foal in the very least…” Savannah simply sighed softly as she stared at the skylights above themselves so to speak of, “of course, I’ve heard rumors it’s the former, nothing more…”

“I see…” the minty unicorn replied as she and the lemony pegasus were now treated to the sight of Pipsqueak resting on his kneecaps with yet another fruity pegasus wearing a red collar, this time orange with a rainbow mane, prostrate towards his yard as the lone zebra nearby them entering her fingertips close to the fundament while kissing him on the lips altogether no less.

Needless to say, Savannah started standing up and spoke to Trefoil soon enough, “I’m thirsty: I think it’s about high–time for me to get a glass of tea; do you want something to drink too, Trey…?”

“Not a bit, though I would like some biscuits; I am feeling kind of peckish so to speak…” the minty unicorn answered, following suit as they passed by so many of their peers, including a sextet of ponies residing on a patch of land faraway from windows; each possessing significant differences between one another, something many likewise would even care less about overall.

For starters, half of them were all mares, the first of which was a dark ginger wearing a lewd and lascivious concave along with red rubberbands around the twin tails from her short mane; aside from her jet–black collar, an openly matching ensemble of a dress, skirt, panties, and stockings with garter belts along a white hat did little, if anything, to cover her shame, or lack thereof. Latching onto the mustard mare’s bosoms was Plaid herself and lain abaft them both was a much darker stallion wearing a moderate shade of bright creamy tresses radiating about and cold eyes of blue: regarding his attire, his right ear was adorned with a pair of small silver earrings; out the entirety of his muscular body, his flanks bore a bowl of ice cream with a spoon sticking outward. Next to them was Hyacinth herself, down on the ground but not out as Cloudy and Star were standing by, watching the three: as wet as she was, there was still some energy left in her to bear witness to the spectacle she was left out of all the same no less; on a similar note, the stallions were feeling their prepuces harden from the sight of it all, even with their peer as the centerpiece.

The dark ginger cried as she was feeling her nubbins being fondled slowly by the orange mare’s tongue, hardening about as the darker blond abaft themselves caught the falling fluids inward with his mouth from the latter, “AHN~!”

The mustard mare’s moaning then intensified when Plaid’s teeth had started chewing over the former’s ords, causing the former to run a hand over the latter almost instantaneously anyway.

Although their luxuries were now being met, it didn’t mean that it was time to let themselves laze about since they were kneeling upright, especially with the chocolate stallion directly near. As a result of such unyielding efforts, the oxygenated air respired in and out of the dark ginger at various speeds and concentrations in response so to speak of, much to the orange mare’s delight. Of the others whom were accompanied by the lone legatos of the mustard mare’s emissions, the darker blond had gotten a taste of Plaid’s loins by virtue of proximity alone so to speak of. Despite their viewers themselves, corporeal and otherwise, the dark ginger smiled about as the orange mare drank away the fluids provided for her, unperturbed from the unsurprising results.

“Mmm…” mewled Plaid after breaking away from the mustard mare, the former already becoming overwhelmed by a wave of concupiscence thanks to the latter and the fullest form in possession on display, “you know, Do–Si–Do, it’s been no wonder that Lickety still has been able to satisfy you since two years ago: you’re still so fragile and frigid to a fault here…”

“Don’t push it, Plaid: I may have let you get away with eating me out earlier but that’s no way to treat a lady all the same here; besides, it’s one thing to have sex with him but it’s another to make light of my performance as a cheap joke all the while…!” the titular ginger had spat out indignantly, breathing down the orange mare’s neck while struggling to stay in control.

Plaid purred as she’d turned around to get a clear and present view of Lickety’s own shaft, “relax, it’s all in good fun: Star Tracker doesn’t mind either; besides, I’m still not satisfied anyway…”

Almost immediately, it was also at this very point in time the orange mare and dark blond were now mutually inverted towards one another, the former’s hands making contact with the latter’s kneecaps as their owners’ mouths now aligned with their waistlines. Contentedly, Plaid had started mollycoddling Lickety’s yard all frolicsomely by using a few of her own fingers to reach downwardly; responsively, he’d gotten aroused and stuck out his tongue up at her plications almost immediately, aware of its very saturation. The orange mare swayed her waist reactively, bouncing around lightly for at least several times and moaning quietly in delight while caressing her bust before she decided to do the same to the dark blond’s prepuce, proceeding to forward her hot and heavy lips. Each time that Lickety had felt Plaid stimulating, pumping, and licking the moistened shaft, it’d started to get harder so he was returning the favor; quickly, it’d gotten so hard both his hands now grasped onto her rippling thighs and started rubbing up and down. Because the dark blond’s tongue was already intertwined with the orange mare’s sheath and vice versa with his yard, their instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by the respective lips and tongues bringing each other pleasure, timing notwithstanding. Soon, their mouths, including their tongues had started transferring so much stimulating pleasure betwixt them quickly, it’d seem that they would’ve been able to get their wishes; however, only Plaid had simply broken away with yet puzzled huffing therein as is.

“What’s wrong, Plaid: did I do something wrong; are you okay…?” Lickety had breathed in some fresh air following the heavy moisture from the orange mare’s loins, he’d asked her in an instant,

“Oh, Lickety, do you still have to be so vocal here…?” the aforementioned tenant giggled after backing away to face the adjacent dark blond almost immediately, rubbing in between her plications with her left hand.

The mustard mare said as she was crawling over to where the orange mare had been lapping at Lickety’s prepuce not too long ago without any hesitation whatsoever, “don’t get me started with that all over again: just be thankful that you still haven’t let him shove his cock into your womb; the colt cuddling and felching is all that I can still take from him, nothing more…”

“Don’t need to…” Plaid heaved as Do–Si–Do was feeling her sheath becoming supersaturated too, watching the former placed onto the dark blond’s muzzle, “in any case, he’s all yours now: you’re more than welcome to join us again anyway; I just took the liberty of cleaning him up for you so you can have some more fun together, like last year…”

“Don’t make any more suggestions about what I should and shouldn’t do, Plaid: I’ve already made up my mind all the same; besides, his seed should still belong to me so I can have his foals, not any other mares, especially not you or Hyacinth…” the mustard mare had moaned before aligning her loins own directly with Lickety’s moist shaft, her face burning brighter at once as is.

The eponymous eyewitness chimed in, watching both Do–Si–Do and Plaid resting their loins over the dark blond’s yard and mouth respectively with lust in their eyes, “I still have no dog in this fight over who should bear who’s offspring; after all, I’d made my choice with CD all the same…”

With the two mares’ weights presently concentrated whereupon Lickety’s body, he was more than content with their direct presence as they were both quick to maintain balance all the while. The ends of their cleavages stood on endwise from the chilled oxygen present and accounted for, the memories in which all three of them were stuck in the past as before, not that it’d mattered. The orange mare spread her legs wide away from the dark blond’s face and neck so as to provide himself more room and levity yet still refusing to release him from her thunderously thick thighs. Even understanding that it was only but a matter of time before freedom could ever be regained, Lickety still remained at ease with the very contents of the two mares’ plications nevertheless. Several fingers now found their way onto the mustard mare’s nubbins, belonging only to herself as she’d moaned delectably from the dark blond’s prepuce piercing her sheath surely enough. Needless to say, they were still delighted by each others’ company because of the cold peace: both Do–Si–Do and Plaid were still mewling and squealing about from having to share Lickety. Within a matter of moments, the mares’ libidinous legatos had increased from the dark blond’s actions and inaction as well as they were both slowly losing control of themselves so to speak of. Although Lickety was left at the mercy of their compromising structures, they remembered more than well enough to preserve his airtime, even with their concupiscence overwhelming them. Either way, the dark blond took his time exploring every nook and cranny within Plaid’s loins, slurping and licking away the flavorful fruits of their loves’ labors lost in space and time thereof.

“I’m gonna cum real soon…!” Lickety had gulped as the orange mare shivered and shaken from his course of action alone, the exothermicity between themselves as well as Do–Si–Do’s interaction being the very things staving off the wintry weather which had still snuck inward, “mm…”

“AHN~!” the mustard mare had cried out in an instant, feeling her plications being filled with the dark blond’s extract before feeling a pair of lips latching on symmetrically, no doubt belonging to the likes of Plaid herself all the same.

Since they were still kneeling upwardly anyways, the mares’ eyes were still accented by blushing considering that both of their faces had been maintaining a close distance. As the two finally joined hands, their respective lips had grown closer to one another whilst Do–Si–Do’s trembling had started to cease immediately despite Lickety’s act. The pair finally grew even more eager, their muzzles had finally opened as one another passed, tongues finally slipping out for the very ecstatic exploration in the process. In little time whatsoever, they surrendered themselves upon the gilded carpeting right beneath, especially since Plaid slowly broken away from the dark blond’s muzzle. Neither mare had relented, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during their solitary embrace as their conjoined passions started to grow betwixt them.

The orange mare asked her darker correspondent with a snicker, stroking the latter’s sweating face after stealing away another kiss, “so then, are you glad that you and your bisexual boytoy came to this party, let alone to Whinnyapolis of all places; pleased to find that everything was to your liking all the while here…?”

“Who wouldn’t be…?” Do–Si–Do had gone off and answer Plaid almost instantaneously, albeit nervously so to speak of no less, “I’m sure that Tag–A–Long would’ve enjoyed a skiing trip, with and without us, even if it’d meant bringing her husband Morty alongside; I know for a fact that Trefoil and Savannah still hold a grudge for what happened between themselves and him. As far as we’re concerned, this is our first time travelling to this city and its ski resort no less: as much as I’d been earning my merit badges in our old scout troop, skiing was not one of them so to speak of; not only that, I tend to be a klutz at the whole hobby, couldn’t resist falling down every five to ten minutes. I don’t think I’d last a whole morning here as soon as the sun rises, even with everypony else, including all of my friends being here right next to me: the winter alone is still bearable to my skin but having to be so far away from home, especially in Whinnyapolis no less; it’s nothing like Rosemound or Trottingham for that matter…”

“Don’t worry about it at all; you’re not the only pony around here who was nervous about this trip: this is also Star Tracker’s first time up there and not just in the flesh…” the orange mare had wasted no time comforting her darker counterpart with words the moment the latter started shaking about slightly.

Do–Si–Do said to Plaid softly, smiling about all the while this time around at what had the latter spoken to the former, “I guess that makes the whole lot of us: from what I can still recall, most of here are from Ponyville and two of the Crusaders there along with their founder’s cousin sat out on Trottingham a year ago, especially from what I’d heard from their friends, Twist and Snails.”

“I knew that; I also knew that your friend Tag–A–Long was in that painting as well: she and other mares partook in it all…” the orange mare had talked to the darker correspondent at once, placing a hand on the dark fabric still being worn nevertheless, “anyways, would you like to take off your dress now…?”

“I don’t see any reason why not; even Rosemound was colder last time…” Do–Si–Do had replied, slithering out the dress to show off more of her skin to the onlookers before themselves; despite sweating about in the cold air, she was relieved having been closer to the naked now as they already were.

It didn’t take long at all for Plaid to explore more of the mustard mare’s body as the only things which had remained were collars: the latter’s bared integuments were reeking with the scents of perspiration lingering about due to the weight of the textiles no less; despite the inoffensive aroma, the former was undeterred, blushing brightly than ever before as far as they could see it.

Taking Do–Si–Do by the hand gently, the orange mare brought the former closer enough for the bosoms to dock symmetrically: this had made the former burned, too, as the skin–to–skin contact by and large had made their endings stand up against each other; the latter wasted no time speaking to her, “do you feel it now, the weight of your breasts compared to mine…? It’s genuine proof of what we’re meant to be, mares in a world as optimal like Equestria itself: wives to keep house with our stallions, mothers to raise our foals, sisters to carry the legacy, but, most importantly of all, friends to uphold the ideals of our homeland; even with Twilight in charge, the legacy and heritage of the two sisters is still here with all of us, mare and stallion.

My father was nothing but proud to have me as his daughter, especially in a place like this and ever since, I wanted his happiness; I bet your own parents would’ve be proud of you too, even with you frigid and timid compared to your friends in the Filly Guides: why else would anyone mistake you for the likes of Tag–A–Long if not for the pride and accomplishments earned…?”

“I didn’t know you thought of it all this way, Plaid; even though you’d sucked off Lickety, you can’t resist caring about me…” the mustard mare muttered about as she’d felt the titular counterpart stroking the abdomen gently, their coats on endwise, “I bet you must have said a similar thing to Hyacinth when you were so close to her in Vanhoover so to speak of…”

“Are you kidding: it was the other thing around and she’d said similar stuff to CD when he was on the fence about our kiss; besides, you have more friends than I could ever make in one fillyhood alone…” the orange mare had guffawed before stealing another kiss from Do–Si–Do with little warning whatsoever all the while.

Despite the suddenness of it all, the mustard mare welcomed the embrace all the same, unperturbed by their solid state, the society so small, and the stray onlookers, male and female; as far as she was concerned, they were all by their lonesome, surrounded both by warmth and wonder with all the good which would and will entail with the likes of them as they were no less.

The indigo pegasus had paid no mind all the same, looking towards the shine in the storm outside with nothing but consideration on the state of the address, “so this is what it all means to be nervous about certain things like this and that…”

For what it was worth, the yarns that was being spun was almost at an end, all for the sake of weaving a story in the altogether so to speak of. Of course, with the night still young, it was only a few miniscule hours until it could end; granted, so many would’ve fallen asleep by then. Relatively speaking, there was still a noticeable majority having yet to fall prey to the mundane functions like slumber for one reason or another.

As of this very moment, things were already hot and heavy: the countless mists and moisture were overwhelming, quickly bound to a single area where escape was nonetheless certain to a fault. The flooring within was firmly solidified since it was merely a clustering creamy set of ceramic tiles on the ground, a monochromatic arrangement of purity that was adorned beneath themselves all. Every wall had been painted in a delicately light coat of such a faint taupe, already contrasted by the creamy beige ceiling right above the heated atmosphere, all retaining their forms and colors as is. Aside from a single circular window peering towards the sky, a mirror was also found albeit, in a rectangular shape which was being shared by the sliding doors standing directly across the former. A large body of water had dominated much of the ground, being the source of all the sweltering air as some bubbles and froth were sliding upon its surface area with the random ripples to and fro. Its details were made possible by the bright lights held up by the pillars and railings hanging above, bearing a plasma white scheme as they illuminated the watery place and its surroundings too.

Gallant and Meadowlark were present and accounted for, all sweating about from their brows and with collars tightly worn around their necks; of course, they weren’t the only ones inside. A quartet of gingers were also lounging about in the water without so much as a care, each wearing a red collar as they were nearby a steely wheelchair the deer had brought from outside. The only one whom had been high and dry by comparison, a pink pony blonde and buxom as the emerald eyed pegasus but with a dyed deep blue, sat on her arrowhead flanks with hooves moist.

“Hey, Tilly, are you okay…?” the lonely sitter was the first to speak up, catching one of the submerged loungers’ attention at last, “sorry about earlier: I tried to make things easier but it never went anywhere.”

“Don’t worry, Bow: you didn’t do anything wrong; it’s been a long time since we’d seen our friends in a party like this – I know Red and Parkton when to New Horseleans last summer…” another pink equine, this time a unicorn, stuttered about while blushing freely so to speak of no less.

The eponymous mare replied with a yawn, “don’t forget Primrose and Spokane: they were also lucky to cover themselves since it was a water park for the most part; besides, it was a long time since Primrose decided to ditch dyes and highlights…”

“Well, she was lucky that Primrose got to be a plus–one back then, like in Rosemound with the rest of us two years ago, you know…” the pink unicorn replied softly as she’d looked at the buxom blonde rather briefly before breaking a glance straightaway at once, “as far as Smudge Proof seen it, he wouldn’t stand for anyone having to resort to that just to get invited anyway.”

“Either way, it’s been a long time since we’d since Mona attend: as far as I’d recalled, she was given an invite to a previous party in Vanhoover just right after that soiree you’d mentioned; apparently, she’d got it from one of her classmates from the School of Friendship, Chantilly…” Bow responded.

The aforementioned ginger then said, “yeah, I saw that too: she’d said that Sandbar gave it to her back before school had let out for summer break; apparently, she was happy to be far away from Ponyville ever since the incident with a certain somepony about a decade ago so to speak of, not that I blame her…”

“Who wouldn’t…?” the buxom blonde answered at once, developing a cheery mood as she was now edging towards the pink unicorn, “mistaken identity has become a common occurrence back in the past and is still continuing on to this very day; even in a world of rising developments, old habits die harder than a franchise adapted from a decades old storybook…”

“Why are you looking at me like that?!” Chantilly had cried out in shock, almost falling right back into the pool of water more than ever before as she were.

Standing upwardly, the buxom blonde licked her lips and hummed softly without so much as a care in the whole wide world whatsoever, “with that killer body, she almost looks like her all the same; of course, she’s not the one taken for granite for the lack of a better fragment: foals her age would have been interested in toys and video games, not world domination…”

“Could you not treat this as some kind of joke please?!” the pink unicorn had squealed as she’d covered up her bust rather quickly so to speak of even as the little froth slid downward, “I want to try and enjoy this party, not reminisce on what could’ve been; besides, Whinnyapolis maybe supposed to be cold this time of year but I don’t think they’d survive under these conditions…”

“Oh come on, it’s no big deal…” Bow chimed in on key and cue so to speak of.

Chantilly protested, “yes it is: these windigos seem scary, even more so compared to those yaks like Yona for example; as formidable her family might be, whose to say they’d survive the wintry onslaught?!”

“Oh, is that so…?” the buxom blonde blurted out as she’d stepped in and had joined the pink unicorn, “Yona seems to be working out more and getting a steady diet of calcium and estrogen, like any mare would; besides, they’re built to stand the ice snow like their predecessors were…”

Sure enough, it wasn’t long until the doors were opened, prompting the septet to turn their eyes towards the individuals whom made their way inside; now, it would seem that there were three more ponies joining into the fray: Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and Little Red in the altogether.

“Hello, you three, how are you right now: is everything to your liking…?” Meadowlark had asked the bespectacled heavyweight calmly, the latter still unperturbed to say in the very least as the former was lounging about.

Little Red had wasted no time in answering the brown deer freely, “it’s okay, Meadowlark; I just wish things were different, you know: no one ever told me I was a late bloomer after all these years….”

“I didn’t know that was even possible…” the titular tenant had said as she was now moving right up towards the two occupants in the achromatic liquid as they were before, “my sisters happen to grow up a lot faster than expected so to speak…”

“You mean, Spokane…?” the white unicorn had jumped into the conversation right away fast compared to the sudden saturation afore them, catching the bespectacled heavyweight off–guard.

Little Red couldn’t help herself but swore to remember the short–term memory of the recent conversation, taking refuge in her own mind from the concious world they were still in.

The lone deer asked even though both eyes had now remained closed compared to the observer, “you seemed so nervous about being at this party; is something on your mind…?”

“I’m sorry, this was my first time going here too; come to think of it, wasn’t there another one in your group…?” Little Red replied instantaneously, looking away from the other inhabitants slowly as far as she could see clearly, with or without her purple glasses, “where is she…?”

“Oh, you mean Cat Psy; she’s not available currently: she’d went back to her homeland so to speak of…” the lean ginger nearby Meadowlark had sputtered about, swimming over to face the bespectacled heavyweight immediately with red hot orbs by comparison to the rest of the guests.

“I see then; any reason why…?” Little Red gasped slightly all the same as she were anyway.

Gallant had reassured the bespectacled heavyweight anyway, “it’s nothing much really… if anything, these comrades, as well as my lady–in–waiting, have been staying in touch…”

“That’s nice…” Little Red sighed forlornly as far as she could see no less, “what are you guys going to do now? They said that the snow won’t stop until later on overnight…”

“What do you think we’re going to do; didn’t the invite say that it was going to be all night long…?” Bow had sniggered hopefully no less.

The bespectacled heavyweight had sweated about, peeping profoundly, “of course; it’s not like it was written in old Ponish or something Poplar…”

“What’s wrong with you; is something the matter: where’s your special somepony or somebody of your liking…?” the buxom blonde asked Little Red gently with a tiny hint of suspicion for the lack of a better emotion as it were, “you seem to be a little down and out; maybe I can help…”

“That won’t be necessary: Libby’s with me once again, like before; of course, you’d have already known about the both us by now…” the bespectacled redhead had answered back at once.

Bow, unperturbed, chuckled, “I see then, okay…”

“It’s nothing to worry about really: she’d helped me come to terms with it back in New Horseleans months ago so to speak…” Little Red said plainly, turning her gaze at the orange pegasus in the corner whom was backing herself into a corner all on her lonesome, “I wish that a certain somepony was a little more supportive anyway…”

“Yeah, I see what you mean by it, Red: I was raised by my two aunts in my foalhood because of my parents all around Equestria but I didn’t think much of it or them back then, if at all; besides, it’s not like Diamond Tiara or Silver Spoon could hurt me anymore like they did before…” Scootaloo simply said like so nevertheless.

Soon, the heat of the moment was spiced up with laughter, even despite the surface tension therein that was lacking so to speak of currently.