Author's Note

Ah, you've made to chapter eleven of Fireflower's fanfic that goes beyond the typical oneshots made from before, a Mature fanfic no less on the grounds that a previous chapter has also dealt with heavy subject matters proven to be unsuitable for those under eighteen, easily offended, and/or quickly nauseated; suffice to say, this was by far a strong note for many readers complete and therefore you were all given an option to skip ahead to this chapter: whether or not you had taken this offer, it was only up to you to do so nothing more.

In any case, this chapter will be rather tame by comparison, a rehash of a certain chapter later in the first half, but rather more canon than the nightmares; speaking of which, there will new faces joining the fray, including one original character courtesy of Pastel Pony Princess: Kinky Binkie.

Lamentably, this will not be the main focus of the story as far as anyone else is concerned: you're all better off reading almost every other fimfic of mine as well as everybody else's for that; anywho, I hope you'll all find this chapter to be an interesting read, despite and/or because of its contents therein.

Façade

For what it was worth, the environment was hot and heavy: countless mists and moisture were so overwhelming, they were bound to a single area where escape was nevertheless 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 which had been adorned underneath. Every wall had been painted in a delicately light coat of such deep crème, already contrasted by the heavy beige ceiling right about the heated atmosphere, all retaining their forms and colors. Aside from a single circular window peering towards the sunny skies, a mirror was also found, bearing a rectangular shape being shared by the sliding doors standing directly across the former. An enormous body of water dominated much of the ground, being the source of all sweltering air as some bubbles and froth were sliding upon its surface area with the random ripples to and fro. Its details were all 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.

Eight people were present and accounted for, all of whom were sweating about from their brows and with collars tightly worn around their necks. The first was resting both forearms at the edge, already bearing a bright amber complexion, long cerulean tresses in a ponytail, and a black collar. The second had massaged directly abaft: though possessing the same hair color, it was solid and matching eyeshadow; also, the collar was scarlet. Two more clad in towels rested their feet in water: one was bright skinned with opal hair and red orbs, the other, a dark ginger of blue; both in red. A lightweight lavender locked loner on the quartet’s opposite side: tan integuments rough around edges, both bosoms bared, and a black collar too. Another pair was high and dry with towels: one, dark with pink hair, blue eyes, and a red collar; other, bright, indigo, opal, and black respectively. Last, but not least, was yet another bright skinned lounger with a red collar: lanky, lemony, and freckled, turquoise locks also matched both orbs.

“You’re such a lifesaver, Aloe: it’s a miracle that you’ve found your talents needed far beyond the spa with your sister, Lotus Blossom; the question is how exactly are you two not together as is…?” the primordial lounger sighed with relief, a rough contralto escaping into the wet mists they were all in currently so to speak of.

The aforementioned compeer had answered instantaneously with a lighter octave, “the Ponyville spa hasn’t had good business with the locals ever since the war: people have been moving out of here and the ones whom had stayed aren’t better off; we’d both missed Rarity the most since her patronage brought in so much revenue prior, yet now she’s in the hospital with Applejack…”

“Since we’re on the subject, I don’t mean to make things dark but I too miss Applejack as well; believe or not, we were friends…” the highlighted bystander had interceded, catching the rest off–guard with but a melancholic coloratura almost immediately, “we’d first met up in camp before I’d became a singer; I still can’t stand what happened outright: she’s so sickly right now!”

“Speaking of sick, it still hasn’t been the same since Fluttershy’s house been burnt to the ground; I couldn’t believe the Tartarus she’d gone through even before the whole thing went out too hot: she was accused of having sex with the animals of all things, including her pet bunny Angel…!” the primordial lounger groaned as both eyelids were revealed, brown as earth but far from sweet.

It didn’t take much for the darkly ginger to chime in with some green around the gills as far as the small crowd was concerned, “that’s disgusting, it’s more like something stripped straight out of some cave paintings from across the pond faraway; not only that, wouldn’t it be more in place south of the mainland, even further than Hippogriffia…?”

“I’m afraid not, Madame Frazzle: apparently, it’s not unheard of for people to make artwork out of this particular form of abuse…” the amber skinned lounger replied, turning to face the titular target as the brighter counterpart backed away just in time no less, “matter of fact, I’d heard this story on the news about one of the youths from Yakyakistan having intercourse with some pigs. Younglings and pets should never mix for good reason, especially as far as media is concerned no less in this day and age like so: it’s a good way to ruin so many lives and people’s safety, not to mention their well–being and innocence overall so to speak of; in the distant past, anybody caught in the act would be slain alongside with the creatures in question to prevent corruption.”

“And yet, there are other forms of corruption surviving in the modern world: perversion, hoarding, embezzlement, abuse, misbelief, violence, deception, and treachery; it perpetuated themselves long before we were born and still so to this day, perhaps even in Equestria itself…” the opalescent listener said sadly as well no less.

Aloe wasted no time climbing out of the water as is, a white towel wrapped firmly around most of her body for it was wet saying, “agreed and it seems that even its aftereffects have dug themselves deep into the soil; most of which was the changelings doing but the rest belonged to the locals and foreigners alike: the exceptions were our neighbors and even they had problems. I heard that many of the people from Griffonstone had been experiencing a population crash since work has been drying up: some of them have also been turning to prostitution even before the war broke out, especially given their birth rates no less; in fact, I heard some rumors of an orphaned teenager from here trading sex in exchange for food and shelter inside New Ponyland.”

“Poor thing, no one this young should have to put themselves through such torment for table scraps and a cardboard box too…” the pink haired individual gasped as the indigo correspondent looked away at the soapy surface area the rest were still inside of, “I heard of stories involving homeless youths even before the war; I never imagine the idea of them becoming prostitutes…!”

“Well, Applejack told me she’d last found her sister being turned into a maidservant at Plato’s Cavern, a nasty little place no less; to think that they were going to sell the poor girl into slavery, it makes me sick to my stomach, especially after what had been done…!” growled the highlighted inhabitant turning to face the door.

It was finally time for the hardened listener to intercede no less, making a splash in the process as she’d stood up to exclaim, “nobody owns us, especially my hot ass: our home and kind have been free from the chains of tyranny for almost a millennium; all these slavers are cowards as far as Fume and I are concerned…!

“That’s the name of your boyfriend…?” the dark ginger asked as she’d dried her red eyeglasses after getting lightly splashed on not too long ago, “I never imagined you and him being an item, much less from the Dragon Lands as far as anyone was concerned; last time I heard, there were many like them living in some district up in Fillydelphia no less…”

Sure enough, it wasn’t long until the doors were opened, prompting the octet to turn their eyes towards the entrants making their way inside at once. Outside in the cold distance, a wildcat did growl; two more women were approaching and the wind began to howl from where they had just entered. Both of them had possessed such commonalities: some sharp teeth, red collars around their necklines, and pale integuments between themselves. It was safe to say that whatever was on their very minds, the road they were both traveling on was already at an end, unclothed and dry so to speak.

Speaking of the two though, whilst their collective lack of textiles made them one of the same as half of the other women whom were already in attendance, they, too, possessed differences many could identify at once almost instantly. For starters, one of the twosome had pink hair and red eyes whereas the other was raven haired with amber eyes; of them, the latter was more colorful to the point of being somewhat frostbitten but otherwise warm and healthy as is. While both of the entrants were friendly so to speak, the pale locked woman instantaneously took aim at the lanky lounger without bias or fear, something in which the other was unaware of as far as the rest were currently concerned.

At the very least, the freckles upon the bright skin burned with heat as she’d heard one of them speak, “Ocellus, we were all looking for you: Alexander and Solar were both wondering what was taking you all so long; is everything alright…?”

“Yeah, it is; I’d just happened to have made a mess at the pool earlier: wasn’t expecting to pee so much after all that backdoor action…” the eponymous female said to her sharper counterpart almost immediately so to speak of, swimming up to the latter speedily, “I still haven’t been able to make heads or tails about the whole shindig our hosts have been throwing us today no less. To be honest, I don’t really know how much more my body could take as it were; this may have not been my first time taking it from behind but I still get anxious about enduring the ordeal, if at all: Seraph wasn’t even the first person I’d done it with and I still get rashes here and there either way…”

“Ocellus, sweetie, anal sex is most uncomfortable for people the first time around so to speak of; even with proper protection and hygiene, size makes a difference compared to traditional coitus: as far as my sister and I can recall, a man’s genitals can determine the outcome of the ordeal…” the brighter masseuse chirped blithely already.

The lanky lounger was about to exit the water when her lavender correspondent arose with a blue towel around the waistline saying, “oh please, it’s not like you two are the only ones who know how to keep it clean when it comes to ass play; besides, it’s not just for straight couples because gays do it too, not just with dicks: I’d ended up fisting and fingering my friend Ballista before…”

“Alright, I better go on ahead and take it easy with myself: come on, Binkie, let’s go; all this dirty talk’s a bit too much for me…” Ocellus had wheezed sheepishly after jumping out of the water, more exposed to the elements compared to either of her peers, “I’m just glad that this party’s clothing optional, especially since the water park was rented out for the entire day…”

“Relax, Ocellus, Smudge Proof’s party happens to be one of the ways I can unwind from all the performances I’ve been making; failing that, these contraceptives I’d been taking will ensure I won’t end up like my friend Applejack, especially after what they’d all done to her no less…” the indigo inhabitant said to her lanky counterpart.

The aforementioned bystander turned around and said to the highlighted correspondent instantly, “thanks, Coloratura; I’ll keep that in mind…”

“Call me, Rara; Applejack did when she was young: I just wish I hadn’t discovered what became of her since our past childhood…” the titular tenant twittered tepidly about, taking the time to wave at her lanky counterpart all the same whom joined the duo now, “I just hope that my boss Svengallop doesn’t know about it altogether; the invites were random after all so to speak of…”

“You don’t need to remind us of that; even as a delegate, I still worry about my job being on the line, especially in this day and age alone: all the others have been put on notice ever since Prime Minister Agar began to take Gelatin’s place after the war ended…” Frazzle chuckled nervously, sweating profusely as she’d tugged onto the ring hanging from her collar gently so to speak of.

Either way, it didn’t take much for Ocellus to find herself walking out of the supersaturating area, already experiencing the dry weight of the world underneath both feet altogether no less. Considering that two other women from not long ago were also side–by–side the lanky median, the latter had found herself more unnerved by the uneven dentition upon their smiling visages. Ocellus could smell some chemicals emanating about from the other side of the pathway accompanied by some faint aromas, something that they can relate to since this was their walk. Latched froth began to fall from the lanky pedestrian’s body as they were affected by gravity, making her more clear to them and the other potential observers, known and unknown, already. Even the backgrounds had changed for they were where furniture rested against the flat textures, grandiose to a fault but otherwise restrained by the simplicity due to the pastel outlet altogether.

In any case, some splashing was heard here and there as the threesome, Ocellus included, found themselves in a more larger space than the hall. The lanky pedestrian could see more of the true blue skies than what she and her seven compeer had been presented along with the golden sun. The freer atmosphere was still restrained by an abundance of solid achromatic frames, keeping inhabitants such as Ocellus sheltered instantly. A harder surface had greeted them, bearing rough textures were found on the lanky pedestrian’s lavender correspondent but more solid thereof. Ocellus could smell the mists more than ever and compared them both at once: concentrations, densities, and composition; to each of their own.

Speaking of which, the walking threesome had found themselves out into a much clearer scenery than the one they were all inside of together. Though there were plenty of clouds high up flying in the sky, there was plenty of clear blue to go around, something also found inside liquids. Aside from the powerful rays of sunshine beaming all throughout, there were colorful skylights hanging from the ceiling several meters up. Nothing could stop them from smell the cool crisp oxygen from carrying the moisture and scents into their noses as the perspiration ceased. Laying at the trio’s feet were an abundance of pools, slides, and the like, each of them filled the same fluid the lanky pedestrian swam in of. Etching nearby away from the wet edges were a bunch of couches, chairs, and tables resting upon solid ground, few of which were used. Yielding their ears were a melody of winds and wires with the occasionally striking keys being played acutely from the speakers no less.

A few scores of people were already basking in the paradoxical atmosphere with various states of care thereof, hot and heavy yet cold and light. A vast majority overall were more–or–less unlike them so to speak; of course, the many whom were wearing collars had been much like Ocellus. All that can be gathered up with their own eyes were the similarities and differences between the very others regarding their hair, eyes, and skin. Another obvious observation for the lanky tenant was the lack of any additional clothing upon their bodies, save for a select few within the least. As far as they were concerned, the various imaginable poses they were engaged in at once made Ocellus vibrate about before the remaining two. Among the mewling, groaning, and squeaking about embedded in the present music along winds, the lanky pedestrian could hear some talking too.

Of the duo whom had walked side–by–side of Ocellus, the pink haired one on the latter’s left asked at once, “hey, Ocellus, do you wanna get something to eat before we have a go at it together…?”

“Yeah, sure Binkie… why not…?” the lanky listener lilted liberally, easing herself away from the eponymous compeer as they’d broken away from the solid tressed counterpart at once, “it must have been a long time since I’d eaten: sometimes, I couldn’t help myself but to forget now and then; it’s been a while since my family moved in years ago and I still haven’t got used to it.”

“It’s okay, Ocellus: at least nobody thinks you’re a monster here; we’re all safe here at the indoor park…” the pink haired pedestrian had said to the aforementioned listener almost immediately as they’d scurried off together in an instant, leaving the odd woman out in the process so to speak of.