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: aside from Smudge Proof and Silver Wing still being owned by Smudge Proof alone as with Berry of Art–Anon, this chapter's layout is inspired by the ending(s) of Bronystories' Swingerville, deserving of a special shout–out from me and some thanks as well as that one scene from a certain video game this time.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the final chapter: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it'd took about an entire month 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.

Transparent Sillimanite Underground

The wondrous environment had still possessed some white hot lights, equilateral borders, stormy windows, tufted carpentry, soft furnishings, bountiful food, and a few dozen occupants. Still, the room also had its very own differences as shown from the hot and heavy atmosphere, especially amongst its denizens whom were composed mostly of ponies in attendance. Ultimately, the many occupants’ manes and tails were colored in orange in various shades, styles, and spans alike, barely matching the fitting background where everyone remained. Now, like before, although a vast majority of them within the room was already in the altogether, many were wearing some collars with only a few able to conceal parts of their own skin. At this very passing moment of time, all of them were currently active, discovered in various poses imaginable, merely pairs all moaning, groaning, and squealing on without a care. Melodies of wind and wire with the occasional striking of keys played about acutely from the phonograph, all mixed together with the warm atmosphere bearing wonder and whimsy. In the grand scheme of things, it’d shaped up to be no different from the other rooms for the lack of proper summary overall; of course, such variations were needed for much completion.

Notably, there had happened to be at least two individuals who were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance resting upon the carpeting, in the altogether like many of their peers around them. The twosome possessed certain common traits: light coats on their bodies, a pair of cool colored shade circling around their pupils, and an amorous demeanor donned on both of their very faces. Of course, there were some significant differences in which many would have take note of, save for their heated sweating bodies which had displayed their own contrasting chests throughout.

Speaking of which though, any eyewitnesses would’ve been able to identify them both at once as of this moment in time based on the acute redness upon their visages. For starters, the stallion residing on top was only a peachy pegasus whereas the other equine residing beneath was but a creamy mare, lacking both wings and horn. Secondment, the former was a brunet, wearing his small mane already straightened and rounded in a circle whereas the latter, a ginger, possessed two different shades. Thirdly, the peachy pegasus had worn some sundials on both of his flanks while the creamy mare donned on some stencils of an equine’s monochromatic silhouette. Out of the two in heat, the brunet had bore eyes of baby blue bombarded with overwhelming strain while the small ginger had jade orbs clouded with licentiousness. The peachy pegasus was sharing the same scrawny figure as Do–Si–Do but the creamy mare had a vast and petite cleavage rivaling the likes of her lanky counterpart. Another crucially important detail which had sat the very ginger apart from both the brunet and Do–Si–Do herself was a ruby red collar worn right around her neck.

“Gyah… it’s only… a matter… of time… until I burst, Tag–A–Long: here it comes…!” a rather masculine but otherwise wimpy voice had struggled to escape directly from the brunet’s muzzle, currently bouncing upon the creamy mare gently as they were no less.

The eponymous ginger had replied rather slowly, laughing only a bit briefly as far as she was concerned so to speak of, “just give that necklace already, Morty; I would like to feel how your creamy goodness would look on my little sixpence bits after all these years: motherhood’s so magical…”

It wasn’t long until after the next brushing of soft skin going right in between themselves had now caused the aforementioned pegasus’ shaft to burst at once, launching its payload onto the creamy mare’s cleavage almost immediately.

“Nng…!” gasped Morty whom had just broken away from Tag–A–Long’s stained body not long after, heaving about as his loins were twitching about as a result of the endeavor, “gosh, my butt hurts so much…”

“Get used to it; I still took some more rupees in the backdoor since I was in secondary school: this is just to help even the playing field for the time being…!” the creamy mare rumbled about playfully as she’d next crawled up towards the peachy pegasus rather slowly, slipping out of her artificial protuberance of translucent glass all the same.

Morty said as he was scratching his mane after sitting back upwardly for once, hearing a soft thud nearby them all the same, “gee, I don’t see where you’re going with this…”

“It’s okay…” chimed Tag–A–Long whom was now face–to–face with the peachy pegasus without a care in the world so to speak of, “you don’t have to see, just close your eyes, my love…”

Sure enough, Morty did as the creamy mare advised, their eyes were still accented by blushing considering that both faces were already maintaining a close distance. Almost instantly, both of their very muzzles grew closer to one another while the peachy pegasus trembling about started subsiding as soon as the two had begun to kiss. The pair finally grew more eager when their muzzles finally opened as one another passed, their tender tongues all finally slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. In little time whatsoever, they’d quickly surrendered themselves right upon the apricot carpeting underneath, even though Tag–A–Long still had remained in control. Neither of them relented at all, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions started growing between them. Since shifting gears, the creamy mare transferred her lips from Morty down to his very waistline, exhaling tiny amounts of dioxide from both nostrils gently as they were.

“Ooh…!” the peachy pegasus had cried out as his eyelids flew open at once to find that Tag–A–Long was now lapping at his yard with a smile onto herself.

The creamy mare said as she was glancing at Morty’s sodden region and its currently small length no less, “this is still a sexy party, after all; besides, I need to clean you up before you fuck me again: the night is still young and so are we…”

Surely enough, Tag–A–Long used her left hand to knead the prepuce around playfully like if it were a piston; before long, the peachy pegasus felt itself spring upon towards her muzzle in time. It didn’t take long until the creamy mare’s tongue had quickly slipped out of her mouth and slowly slid right around Morty’s shaft, her warm salivation making the latter smile big at once. Sitting uprightly, all that the peachy pegasus could do was rest one of his hands on Tag–A–Long’s tresses, stroking and patting based on the movement she’d make prior to pressing on. Even though the creamy mare was silent, she took great delight in stimulating and syphoning what would erupt from Morty’s yard whether in or out of the former’s deep throat so to speak of. Slowly but surely, the peachy pegasus lent back by a bit further to give Tag–A–Long more room to lick around, careful enough not to let gravity send him down onto the floor at a certain angle. There, Morty barely helped himself but coo and moan as he’d felt the creamy mare’s tongue running across his yard, both hands now holding the base of her head while slurping about–face. Within due time, Tag–A–Long had driveled on the peachy pegasus for some significant time ‘til her very mouth became filled to the brim with flavor, swallowing and breaking away so cleanly.

“Ahh…” sighed Morty as the creamy mare was done with the whole ordeal from his perspective as she were, “times like this made me relieved that I’d gotten the vasectomy undone in time for all this…”

“Sounds like you’re also relieved to have me as your wife in marriage: I can’t to see what out fifth foal is going to be; would it be a colt like Sirico and Mini–Golf or a filly like Do–Re–Mi and Pop Tart…?” Tag–A–Long had laughed before snuggling up to the peachy pegasus without even so much as a care in the whole wide world, if at all

Without any warning whatsoever, the two ponies were now locking lips once again with such overwhelming intent, uncaring of their newly stained forms as they were lost in the throes of passion which had swept up many of the ponies in the very room, much like before as they were.

For what it was worth, the yarns that had been spun would have ended there, already expended for the sake of weaving a story in the altogether. Of course, with the night still young, it was only a few miniscule hours until it could end; granted, so many would’ve been asleep by then. Relatively speaking, there were still a noticeable few having yet to fall prey to the mundane functions like slumber for one reason or another.

To the many who were nestled into the comforts of pale shelter, the utter lack of heat overall was almost incomprehensible; then again, it could be still seen. Like many of its internal environments, its inhabitants were safe from the weather for the most part whether they be standing about or underneath covers. There were some lanterns hanging from the walls by about few meters from the ground, varying in colors yet so few of them were currently in use at once. The background, walls serving as the foundation, was easily surrounded in delicate layers of rainbows while being rectangular enough to accommodate. Many of its windows were found to be displaying results of the heavy weather over the city, its wavering snowflakes and icicles growing against the glass. The flooring was basked in such hardwood carpentry: rich in many different tones thanks to the otherwise randomized alignments tightly packed together. The very area was garnished with over a score of fine bedding in the same shape, size, and color: each of them capable of holding at most four inhabitants.

Speaking of which, they had totaled up to a hundredfold already basking in the cold comforts, many of whom were lying directly in between the sheets. Equines were of the most common species: many were plain, some had wings, other possessed horns, but never both; of course, there were exceptionals. All of them donned manes and tails with colors reminiscent of metals in various shades, styles, and spans alike cohabiting along a couple others as well. To make things even more obvious, many of them were in the altogether; as a matter of fact, the mares present and accounted for mostly wore some collars. Resonating within the whole moment was that all of them were currently found in various poses imaginable, averaging at no more–or–less than mere pairs. Some sounds of moans, groans, and squealing about were heard instantaneously alongside with chattering amongst those whom either in or out of bed.

At that moment alone, it was also at this very point in time that both Berry Munch and Truffle were now mutually inverted towards one another, the former’s hands having made contact with the latter’s kneecaps as their owners’ mouths were already aligned with their waistlines. Contentedly, the cherry mare had started mollycoddling the silver stallion’s yard playfully by using a few of her own fingers to tickle its tip; in response, he’d gotten aroused and stuck out his tongue up at her sheath almost immediately, fully aware of its saturated state. She’d swayed her waistline reactively, bouncing around lightly for at least several times and moaning quietly in delight while caressing her bosoms before she’d decided to do the same to his prepuce and proceeded to forward her hot and heavy lips around itself overall. Each time that Truffle had felt Berry Munch stimulating, pumping, and licking his unyielding shaft, it started to get harder so he was currently returning the favor; quickly, it got so hard his hands now grasped onto her rippling thighs and started rubbing up and down right away. Because the silver stallion’s tongue was already intertwined with the cherry mare’s fork and vice versa with the prepuce, their instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by their very own lips and tongues bringing pleasure to one other, timing notwithstanding. Soon, their own collective efforts had started to transfer so much stimulating pleasure amongst themselves quickly it would seem that they would have been able to get their wishes; however, only she’d began to break away from him after getting her fill instantaneously.

Rolling off of Truffle immediately, Berry Munch spoke to him straightaway, “how was it, daddy: did I perform well enough as a submissive wife for you…?”

“Of course: even after all these years, you can still do anything; besides, watching the other redheads reminded us of Opal…” the silver stallion said as the cherry mare had crawled over to his side face–to–face, the creaking doing little to distract the others, “speaking of which, the water park in Vanhoover was the first time we had an adventure together alone years ago…”

“I still miss her, by the way, having her be all on her lonesome on this night in the Crystal Empire whilst we’re here in Whinnyapolis with all of our friends no less…” she’d yawned after turning away, resting next to his side all tiresomely.

Truffle frowned a bit and said, “as much as I wouldn’t minded a threesome with her like we had in Rosemound and New Horseleans, this was a party for ponies like you: amethysts, citrines, and topazes – your mane was nothing short of special because it was violet like that gemstone; unlike Apple Bloom, Opal couldn’t be a plus one this time like she was in Trottingham last year…”

“Come to think of it, Apple Bloom couldn’t come to Trottingham since she and her husband, Tender Taps weren’t brunets…” Berry Munch groaned, swallowing a breath of fresh air in the process as she was facing the windowsill nearby themselves, “speaking of which, there were a whole lot of ponies we’d seen in Rosemound and Vanhoover that weren’t given the invite…”

“Yeah, I know: Trottingham was just breathtaking and my cousin Twist couldn’t even see it’s true beauty; for all that she knows, that chocolate factory would’ve been her dream come true…” the silver stallion said, snuggling up to the cherry mare as his hands had rested onto her bust so to speak of.

Her eyes surrendered themselves to their outer lids as she’d susurrated about, “did you have dreams yourself…?”

“Not that I can remember so to speak, at least not now; for what it was worth, I don’t think I ever even had a dream of my own…” he’d replied, poking his target gently but to little success, even with his shaft regaining its rigid state as it’d been not long ago, “as far as I see it now, I have you and Opal alongside with our friends and family here in Equestria, like before so to speak of…”

“I know; good night, daddy…” Berry Munch whispered before falling asleep at once.

Truffle was now all on his lonesome, left to ponder the memories his wife had spoken of prior to her slumbering sonata; this made him fluid yet chilled as he turned to face himself in the opposite direction, finding the time and patience to sit up straight and take a stand right away, unperturbed by the latter.

The silver stallion ruminated at once with a benign grin upon the visage, “maybe I should go ahead and get myself something to drink while I’m at it; it’s not everyday I get to plow that fat red slut in Whinnyapolis, with or without Opal Bloom no less…”

Trotting about, he wandered aimlessly around the quarters save for a set pathway of his own choosing, taking the time and resources to quiet himself for the sake of the others present and accounted for; even though the room wasn’t dark or sleepy, the mere idea of him being an inconvenience was ineffable.

“Oh, yeah… shove your cock here into me, Ten–Ten…!” Apple Bloom hoarsely moaned off into the walking distance, catching Truffle off–guard, despite subdued noises, “Ah love some backdoor action…!”

“Damn, my cousin’s friend is still going at it; I wonder why she wore that red collar anyway: is she even like Twist…?” the silver stallion said to himself as the yellow redhead whinnied about to little end in sight whatsoever so to speak.

In spite of the flotsam and jetsam borne from such licentiousness, he’d paid Apple Bloom no mind overall and continued to venture out of their quietly.

Afterwards, silence slowly slipped into the room as occupants huffed and puffed greatly into extreme exhaustion as they’d burned passionately. The ice and winds of the nighttime sky had currently started to subside and so were their very sensualities as they’d slowly drifted off into sleep. Movements between themselves were brought to an absolute minimum as they slipped right away slumbering, few of whom with fabric adorned.

That being said, for every story at its end, another would’ve also begun in its place like a revolution: with and without violence in typical coexistence. As such, the silvery moon and the platinum stars dwelling above, no doubt illuminating the dark skies now cleared of the shine in the storm not too long ago. Under no small magnitude of time whatsoever, life started stopping at a standstill, or for the numerous up and running, slowing to the ticking timepieces.

Needless to say, there was a small wall of screens residing about in an orderly against the darkness before the dawn so red became an enemy. Each of the glass monitors had been painted white like an untouched canvas, presenting a realm of possibilities known and unknown to be displayed. All that could be said about them was that it was stuck in the void of time, hence the minimalistic interfaces overlaying the static mesh of uniformity. To say about their very origins overall was a default gateway to the stardust memories of what would’ve transpired directly in these vantage points.

Up in front of them all were a pair of ponies, standing nearby a few boxes of cardboard filled with cassettes, discs, and reels inside them: a white unicorn and a silver pegasus in the altogether as they were already in a sensuous embrace, hands behind their targets’ bared backs up, close, and personal to a fault. Given the ample cleavage and voluptuous curves, he was already at ease with the fact his target was a mare, her body adorned with countless freckles and shiny golden rings piercing nubbins as the attire was a jet–black ensemble darker than her tresses of a skirt, gloves, and stockings along with one purple collar. Hereon, the silver pegasus’ eyes were reminiscent of the brilliant green, much like the very grass dancing in the winds whilst she’d stared at the white unicorn with euphoria, her loins currently stained with such viscous liquids trailing betwixt her very own legs to no end in sight whatsoever thanks to himself alone.

Sure enough, the twosome had already seized this very golden opportunity not too different or similar to the encounters shared by the likes of them alone, especially considering their priorities. Eventually at once, her narrow sheath had now been firmly aligned with his slender yard almost immediately, giving out a rather diminutive, ardent yet heavy breath from their owners’ mouths. Already, the white unicorn started resting his very hands upon the silver pegasus’ flanks and back, slowly planting his muzzle onto hers before running his tongue against the latter casually. She didn’t care about the fact that most of their clothes had already amounted to air and water, feeling his prepuce directly in her fork calibrating their collective movements instantaneously. Throughout their very ordeal, the silver pegasus slowly wrapped her arms around the back of the white unicorn’s neckline in an attempt to keep him close as they were now trading momentum. In due time, both their coats of fur were starting to give off a small static of satisfaction from the stretch of rasping, feelings of pleasure came by as each movement made the two ponies moan. Now gearing up from the white unicorn’s shaft inside the silver pegasus, each intensified pulp friction caused her to give a loud happy moan amid the heavy breaths and pants shared betwixt. Grasping onto his back tightly, she’d also felt his grip tightening as her very body was suddenly threatening to give way, their placement prompting her to raise the right hoof and bend the knee. Soon at last, the white unicorn began shooting out, this time in the path of the silver pegasus’ loins with its searing heat of the very expulsion making her face burn brightly with such lust.

She’d asked aloud after calmly breaking away with a sensuous huff no less, “so, master Smudge Proof, how was my dainty little cunt; does it still feel so hot and ready since I’d last foaled months ago…?”

“Of course…” the titular stallion had moaned, kissing the silver pegasus hot on the lips again before she’d lowered herself to glance at his yard directly, “it still reminds me of how you tasted the sweet nectar of another mother such as Madame Barbarella herself, ran ragged all in front of her friends, Peppermint Twist–A–Loo and Tag–A–Long over a year ago nevertheless…”

“Their wombs were filled with enough life to be on display as we’d been painted: besides, their stallions were handsomely compensated for their time spent, even Morty himself…” she’d said to the white unicorn, already slowly and gently stroking, massaging, and even rubbing the prepuce a few times with her hand, giving him indication on what was going to be done next.

He’d replied to the eponymous mare already glancing at his sodden shaft with a profligate grin, “indeed, they were, Silver Wing; after all, these two unicorns and that pegasus were happy to give all of them the time of their lives, especially considering all the mares were earth ponies: I still remember all too well after all these years no less…”

“Don’t even dare to count yourself out, master: you still had a lot of fun with me while the painting was done…” giggled the silver pegasus whom had kneaded Smudge Proof’s shaft around playfully like a joystick with little care in the world altogether, “matter of fact, I’ve still had the most fun eating out Babs and Twist since they’d enjoyed anal too…”

Before long, she’d gotten her own tongue slipping out of the mouth, slowly sliding it around as its salivation soon made contact, causing the white unicorn to grit his teeth thanks to her as he’d hardened up. Somewhat helplessly, all that he could do was rest one of his hands onto Silver Wing’s jet–black mane, stroking and patting about based on the movement she’d been making with his unyielding yard at once.

“Good girl… just like that…” Smudge Proof whispered as the silver pegasus’ tongue was still licking his prepuce afore slowly forwarding about.

Even though that she was moaning in a sultry tone somehow, she could tell that the white unicorn was aroused by the stimulating syphoning from his moistened shaft inside her deep throat; even so, the latter spread his gaskins a bit further to give out more room to lick around. He could barely help himself but drool and blush every time he’d felt Silver Wing around his yard as both hands held onto to her constricted wings; in no time, she’d driveled on it for some significant time ‘til her mouth was now finished sipping up its extract all the same so to speak.

The silver pegasus had cooed affectionately, cleaning away the residue remaining before finding the time and effort to look up to the amorous Smudge Proof soon enough, “oh, master… what a glorious cock you have: it’s a miracle that your seed had been able to fill me with a child of ours already…”

“It’s such a shame that we’re still gonna have to play it safe as good parents; course, there’s still the matter of business altogether…” the white unicorn had sighed as she’d found herself standing back onto two hooves with a satisfied smirk upon the visage, “it’s only a matter of time until we return to where it all had begun for our next party…”

“At least we still have enough money to hire the finest ponies to help raise our young: we’ll get to continue having all the time in the world being the life of the party together while they’re off having simple lives of their own…” Silver Wing wasted no time giggling after wrapping her arms around the nape of his neck gently, swallowing a mixture of both air and fluids alike.

Smudge Proof suppressed a yawn while looking at the silver pegasus deep into her eyes at once, “Princess Twilight’s recent reign compared to her predecessors, promising all the same, has left us on high alert since last year; even now, more commoners are lashing out at the fruits of our labors: one stallion in particular had taken the liberty of destroying one of my paintings earlier.”

“Shameful, though the participants are still of age anyway, my love, and there’s nothing he or the others could do about it, if at all…” she’d replied while kissing the white unicorn once more as far as they were concerned so to speak, surrounded by darkness, “’to be young and in love,’ many would always say…”

Nevertheless, the vignettes of vicissitudes reached their collective conclusion like so with the most likely yet depleting chance of continuance therein. Either way, the big blue sky had become clear enough, the golden sun now shining about over the horizon with flocks of birds flying in every direction. A similar civilization was also found with its many buildings standing out and about within the vast and magnificent cubic areas currently upon display.

Such was the case for one of the many buildings that stood out and about within the vast and magnificently similar conurbation on display. Although predominantly adorned with a richly frosted coating of metal gears survived, there were sections of eight plum pillars within. At least a dozen of windowsills were already being plastered on the structure, each of themselves outlined in aluminum framework all the same. Resting firmly on the top, the very building itself possessed a skylight firmly rectangular in a contrast to its overall rounded formation. The orange textile currently hung in from the side of the building with letters in jet–black reading all orderly “HAZBEAR INCORPORATED”.

Trotting away from the front door was a plain purple pony stumbling on, wheezing and heaving about complete with a crooked grin plastered about no less. The only attire upon the traveler had consisted of a pair of denim pants currently reeking with one too many stains of several yesterdays clinging on about. Though the purple pony’s eyes were hollowed out, they were far from empty; however, the irises within were far too diminutive to the naked eyes either way.

Either way, as the lonely traveler was walking away from the establishment, a dead calm emanated about like it were so; even with the sun approaching the event horizon, none of those eyes were fixated on either the heat and light ready to go all out: for what it was worth, it was going to be no different from either the past or future, something that many could relate to as is.

It didn’t take long until the purple pony had perambulated across the way past a sidewalk, now possessing a frown with hands now in both pockets. Although mindful of other pedestrians like himself, they’d all taken great pains to avoid bumping into the traveler at all costs like life depended on it. Nearing past a lone garden, the purple pony slowly took in the sounds of random conversations from others interspersed by cold air and avian choir. Standing on the edge of the corner where the populace had stepped and the airstreams are all cold, both eyes turning away from them and crept.

Suddenly, with little warning whatsoever, yet somehow as if on time, a certain machine was crossing the lonely traveler’s way: it was a large wagon colored in aquamarine, too big to be pulled by anyone by the hand, but otherwise moving on all four as is; the black smoke coughed out of the skyward pipes as the air was brief marred by its noxious yet light aroma so to speak of.

“Oh, what now?!” groaned the purple pony.

It wasn’t even a second until a door had flown open in the lonely traveler’s direction without making any direct physical contact; with that said, both eyes met up with another pair, this time belonging to the contraption’s driver as the former couldn’t believe at all: the latter was minty fresh and full of life yet had no time dedicated for introductions as a reply escaped, “get in…”

“Who are you and why are you approaching me: is this a trap you’re plotting out for me to die; better yet, what is your plan…?” the purple pony inquired as both sockets were staring off into the thousand yard range, past and throughout the speaker nearest, “this has to be dad’s doing no less: poetic justice after all the years as a young fratricide; no matter, let’s get this over with…”

“Relax, Junior, I’m not here to kill you; as a matter of fact, I’m here to help you instead – we both happen to have a similar problem with a common thread: your dear father and my old friend…” the aquamarine driver had answered gruffly, unperturbed by the lonely pedestrian’s comments all the same no less.

The purple pony’s composure faltered a bit as more words escaped from there at once altogether, “my father… how much do you know about my father: the father I knew was a hot mess because me; what’s it to you…?”

“I know that everything after your brother’s passing wasn’t your fault nor was the closing of Pizza World because of the leak…” the secondary speaker replied almost instantaneously so to speak, catching the lonely pedestrian off–guard with so little warning, “I found the tape as well; it told me everything I need to know: how he got this way, what happened to them and others… I’d already know about what he’d done to my daughter most of all and not just because of his own cassette tape in that toy as is; I found two additional tapes in particular out of perhaps a whole collection of them sent to me anonymously ever since that day: I thought what happened to that birthday boy was bad enough but after what he’d been doing before and after, that was it…!”

“He can’t keep getting away with this… HE CAN’T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS…!” Junior cried out with anguish and agony altogether.

As empty as the purple pony’s eye sockets were, the dirtying fluids from within embodied it at as the aquamarine driver sighed, “he won’t… he won’t; to tell you the truth, you’re not alone: ever since I lost her, all that I’d wanted was to see her again only to realize how I’d failed – these things has a certain essence tying them all down to our world, the same essence he’s using now. For what it’s worth now, your father is still alive and it’s because of me: according to the tape, he said he was going to take his own life but he’d failed; as a mater of fact, I’d realized how he’d been able to get away with all this after all these years – that suit your father and I made was the same kind as the one that ended your brother’s life, only that he’d ended so many more like him. Nevertheless, it was only fitting that I’d mustered up the decency to do what should’ve been done a long time ago back then: putting an end to this franchise once and for all by rigging the suit with the means to turn it against him as he’d did to them; yet, despite everything, he’s still alive, trapped in it but still alive, and now I reason that unless he’s stopped, it’ll happen again…”

“Again, what the fuck you’re talking about?!” the lonely pedestrian exclaimed, unfazed yet confused by the statement spoken aloud no less, “none of this is making any sense at all…!”

“It may as well should: you have the essence inside of you that’s keeping you alive, the same that kept him alive as it is with me; ergo, it’s all the more reason why but I can’t do it all alone – as of yet, I have a small skeleton crew ready to lure the demon into the darkest pit’s cavern…” the secondary speaker said to Junior already no less.

The purple pony looked around and then back at the aquamarine driver to respond immediately, “really…?”

“Of course, I know a place where you and I can lay low for awhile until nightfall: that way, nobody else will be the wiser…” the secondary speaker answered freely as far as the lonely pedestrian was concerned, not that it’d mattered since another was ahead, “you should go on in while you can; if this nation know about our existence, then all will be lost in a matter of time…”

“As long as I get to clear out my house tonight, you can count me in: I’m through letting my father’s crimes go unpunished much longer; soon, my brother and sister will no longer let their deaths be for nothing nor will these others be allowed to suffer either as they have before…!” Junior snarled as he’d entered the vehicle at long last, just in time to avoid being spotted no less.

Sure enough, the metal contraption had sped off faster than any other onlooker could catch onto, its smoke turning aflame for a brief femtosecond before being snuffed out within an instant as far as eyes watched.