Author's Note

It's Fireflower again with the seventh installment of my first My Little Pony fanfic going beyond the typical oneshots I'd made from before and already using canon characters as human beings instead of their normal forms as well as Plumeria of DilliGaf, Velvet of ShiiKra, Ocean Breeze of Savygriffs, and Rory himself; however, this is nonetheless a Mature fimfic for this chapter here will deal with certain subjects unsuitable for those under eighteen, easily offended, and/or quickly nauseated.

In addition, I would like to take this time to inform you this chapter is still only a nightmare, one in which starts out sensual but ends more unexpectedly: as such, yours truly has uploaded another chapter after this as well on the same day no less so for those of you amongst themselves wishing to skip ahead, please do so; I promise, it'll help calm your nerves a bit for the most part.

Lastly, let me also say that I hope you can withstand this chapter now and stay tuned for future chapters later on then again, you've but a few options: stop right there and wait, go back to the beginning, or skip ahead to the next chapter; whatever decision you make, I won't blame you but consider yourselves warned.

Pennies

A lone sterile environment was found to be massive: all clean and pristine to a fault, despite its overall purpose already being utilized currently. The flooring alone was made up of wildly multicolored tiles on the ground, each of which were all bearing the schematics of a reading rainbow. The four walls were all painted in a hierarchy of metallurgy: platinum, gold, silver, and copper; the main commonality they had was cleanliness. The crystal skylight above was riddled with sheer darkness, save for some brilliant diamonds and shining pearls clustered about all so faraway out. Any accommodations found in this area were found in a long line of stalls, many of which had contained a toilet and bidet all facing some sinks. In addition, there were also some showers nearby that had been mostly active, contributing to the heat and moisture that grew right on the mirrors.

A tanned female was discovered to be standing away from all of its fixtures, currently facing the concentrated condensation with a neutral gaze. Sets of cornflower tresses were found to have made their way throughout her back, their dualistic contrasting shades spoken loudly and proudly. Around the tanned female’s luxurious pupils, circles of amethyst were already narrowed with her straight face as they’d gathered some moisture. Regarding her own attire, all that was worn around her neck was a red collar with an orchid gem shard hanging downwardly from the very midst. Inasmuch as the tanned female was concerned, the colorless liquids clothing her alone were more than enough reminders she’s in the altogether.

Despite and/or because of the mist afore herself, she’d ended up pacing herself right into it all, finding nothing more than three shadows within, alongside with some running waters in an arc. At first glance, the tanned female was smiling at the fact she wasn’t even alone in the slightly; still, she’d remained silent and stood underneath a downward cascade in a matter of seconds. Needless to say, her skin had been reddened more so by the heat and moisture now than ever, welcoming the watering more than ever whilst suppressing a sigh from her hot and heavy lips.

At this moment in time, the tanned female found a small white bar in an embedded dish within an adjacent crevice within her line of eyesight. Within mere seconds alone, she’d started lathering her body from top to bottom with the item in question, taking careful aim at the face already. Now, the tanned female wiped away the stains from those yesterdays before bristling around her neckline, still mindful of its collar’s occupancy. It didn’t take long for the foam to start laying claim onto her integuments, spreading downwardly throughout as the smile upon the visage grew. Nowhere throughout the tanned female’s body was even given a second’s reprieve from the soapy onslaught since they’d also slid abaft her. Generally speaking, all the suds and bubbles were found to be quickly slathered about around her bountiful bosoms and ample abdomen at once. Soon, the tanned female bent over and began washing her shins from the kneecaps to forefeet before standing up to rinse it all off instantly.

Anyways, her cornflower hair was being directly supersaturated gently by the same water from before, soaking it all completely. Nearby the showerhead above the tanned female was a small sepia bottle resting in between it and the narrow space from afore. No time was wasted in its contents being used onto her locks as the bronze compound alone was now etched into a fraction therein. Almost instantly, the tanned female’s tresses changed into a different color before being cleansed away, making time for another. Before long, repetition had followed as she’d spouted out some more, lathering her hair with increased fruition then cleansing. Eventually, the tanned female switched out one bottle with another, this time more colorful in both contents and concentration. Likewise, she squirted some onto her locks as before: this time, there were more colors changing them; nevertheless, they’d left.

“That’s a pretty scent on you, isn’t it: Cornucopia Cascade; did you know about its popularity?” a light contralto escaped into the tanned female’s ears instantaneously, startling the latter already.

It didn’t take much for her to sputter in kind in a higher octave, “who is it; who’s there: who are you?!”

“Calm down, sweetie: we’re all friends here; besides, us gals were invited to the party as well…” the first speaker mewed playfully as the tanned female regained some composure immediately, “I’m Plumeria Blossom and I can tell from what others are saying you must be Silverstream…”

“That’s right, it’s me; you sound like one of my friends: are you from Seaquestria like us…?” asked the aforementioned occupant as one of the shadows moved closer to her slowly but surely enough no less.

Sure enough, the titular talker’s identity was revealed to be much too similar to the likes of the tanned compeer herself: another female possessing darker integuments than the latter, long multicolored tresses, and eyes matching the gem shard; the only differences between them were the former’s concentrated shading, jaded schematics, and lighter hues respectively. Another commonality shared between Silverstream and Plumeria Blossom themselves was the fact they were hot, wet, youthful, and only wearing a similar red collar; still, the latter was more well endowed compared to the likes of the former, not only due to body mass but also by virtue of being more older by comparison as far as they were both concerned nevertheless.

At long last did the darker female answer her younger counterpart almost instantaneously soon, “more or less: it seems to me we’re the only girls in the party from there; to be fair, I was kind of expecting an increased attendance tonight…”

“Yeah, it’s been a long time since us Seaquestrians had touched dry land, much less left our own homeland so to speak of here…” chuckled Silverstream gently as she’d slowly looked away from Plumeria Blossom, the former becoming rather nervous already, “has this been your first time coming to Equestria or were there others; what was it like to you: did it feel pleasant at all…?”

“Actually, I’ve been up to the surface plenty of times and felt free as a bird; met some great people along the way, even from other lands: I’d once lived with a roommate from Griffonstone years ago and he’s met someone from a village in the place called the Peaks of Peril itself…” said the darker female as she’d stood underneath another nearby showerhead that was inactive.

It didn’t take much for the lightly tanned occupant to then ask another question immediately, “who is he: what was his name; how did you two first meet…?”

“I guess you could say it was a long time ago, at least from what I could tell with how young you and your friends look no less…” Plumeria Blossom spoke freely as she’d kept her own eyes far away from meeting Silverstream’s wayward gaze in the meantime, “anyways, his name was Dillinger and he’s a construction worker whom happened to live in the same apartment as I did. As far as I’d remembered, he happened to have a work permit since Equestria had better job opportunities compared to his homeland: apparently, he wasn’t the only one of his kind who could build stuff with his own two hands but that’s besides the point; in any case, since the two countries were allies, he was amongst a select few apart of a foreign exchange program prior. Nevertheless, I was one of the Seaquestrians whom had left for dry land just like you, albeit before the war had broken out: even though the Equestrians were much friendly, I had to keep my heritage a secret out of fear of being exposed by our enemies; of course, you and/or your friends would’ve already known that by now since it was a long time until you came here too.”

“Enemies… what kind of enemies: who would want to expose us and why; how would they even do it, much less gain anything from such plans if at all…?” the tanned tenant had inquired her darker correspondent almost instantaneously with both of the former’s eyes already being widened with bewilderment.

All that Silverstream had gotten in return from Plumeria Blossom was the latter walking off into the clear space the former had entered from while saying softly, “it’s probably nothing to worry about anyway: the war’s over as is so let’s go out there and have some fun together for once; after all, that’s what you and your friends wanted to do tonight…”

“You’re right, it’s supposed to be a fun party tonight: Smudge Proof promised us that in the invites about a month ago here…” the tanned tenant talked timidly as her darker counterpart had faded out into the cold distance of the past location in question therein, "come to think of it, what about Rory himself: does he worry about people coming after him or is it the other way around?"

Either way, Silverstream became lost within cerebrations as running water kept occupying both ears.

"Silverstream…?" a stray coloratura made its way to the tanned listener, snapping her directly off the train of thought she’d been on soon enough.

In due time, the eponymous female was quickly reminded of the reality in which she still wasn’t alone as two similar individuals had appeared from the fog: both of them bearing brighter skin compared to either of the speakers from before as well as red collars with a jewel shard around their own necklines. Of course, the tanned eyewitness could immediately see so many significant differences between themselves, especially considering her recent encounter with Plumeria Blossom alone: the lighter occupant had many freckles, violet hair, and brown eyes; the brightest peer, red–hot with a nevus under one magenta.

Silverstream had only wasted no time whatsoever speaking to them at once, “Ocean Breeze, Velvet Skies… are you two done already…?”

“Of course we are; we were actually waiting for you to join us in the showers already but it seems you’d started earlier…” the freckly female fluted freely while resting her own right hand over the clearer counterpart’s rightmost half of the bustline, “come to think of it, you’d sounded troubled earlier: is everything okay, Silverstream; any second thoughts…?”

“Sorry, it’s just that I wasn’t expecting someone to bring up the war into the conversation; anyways, let’s go and join the others: I’m pretty sure that Rory is waiting for me already…” the tanned tenant told them both before walking out.

Slowly but surely, Silverstream, Ocean Breeze, and Velvet Skies were all out of the moistening environment, already feeling the dry weight of the world underneath their bare feet in an instant. Now that the trio had escaped the rain and mists, they were all greeted with multiple aromas of a strong concentration entering their very nostrils while moving further away from the very area. Almost immediately, the clear moisture clinging to their integuments were now being pulled down by gravity as each and every droplet upon themselves slid downwardly from top to bottom. In the threesome’s collective viewpoints, the new backgrounds were already adorned with decor constructed in the textures of many tranquil strokes made by paintbrushes, picaresque to a fault. Lurking throughout the well–lit walls of the hallway they were in, sounds of conversations and melodies emanated into many of their ears, more diverse compared to the flowing fluids earlier.

It didn’t take long for either of the females to find a gateway to the outside world, bearing the nocturnal colors as they’d all exited the foyer at once. The jet–black firmament above was instantaneously offset by a lone silvery moon carved out into a sea full of innumerable stars twinkling about already. Embracing the liberal atmosphere, they could see civilization in the form of material structures great and small, none of them within either their reach. Underneath their wet feet were many blades of grass remaining still compared to the broad skies high above themselves, more uniform and numerous. Aside from the lighthearted howling of the very airstreams all throughout, a current of hooting and hollering were also bleeding in the females’ ears.

From where the trio were all standing currently, they were all out into a much more open world compared to the one where cascades created fog. Aside from the stellar objects in orbit and at a distance, there were spheres tethered to the ground giving off more light bright enough to shine on. Sequestering them from the rest of their surroundings were an amalgamation of steely fencings and leafy hedges all standing at around halfway. The threesome could smell the warm crisp air wafting around their nostrils as they were at ease with the near lack of condensation from before. Etched into their shared line of sight was a long slender pool filled to the brim with the coolest clearwater reflective of the otherwise dark sky. Remaining nearby on the same solid state society were a small collection of long loungers found on both sides next to the enormous liquid therein. Some compositions of strings and brass mixed in together were being calmly sounded off by a nigh phonograph, filling the atmosphere overall.

There were at least a few dozen occupants in the opened confines already embracing the cold and compact environment with various states of care thereof. A vast majority overall were more–or–less the same as them, all thanks to their own red collars; of course, there were plenty of exceptions here and there. Much of what can be said about them in general was the abundance of variations shared between all of the individuals in regards to hair, eyes, and skin. Even more obvious to the particular trio was the fact many present and accounted for were also in the altogether, save for a select few in the very least. Resonating within the whole moment in due time were the various imaginable poses in which the other active individuals were currently engaged at once. Such mewling, groaning, and squeaking about were especially prominent as they’d been already embedded into the present music alongside light winds.

Out of the many within the observers’ shared gaze, one brighter man was standing tall in betwixt them and other attendees already looking back. A set of long luscious leonine locks were already bound by a deep crimson band; additionally, a goatee was also found, albeit trimmed and tiny. Since the brighter man was completely lacking in textiles as the many, his limber yet muscular frame and unwavering prepuce were on display.

It didn’t even take much for him at all to speak up into their direction almost instantaneously, “oh, ‘ey Silverstream, you finished already…?”

“Why wouldn’t I be: it’s not everyday we all get invited to such a party only to shower off beforehand, are we right, guys?” the aforementioned onlooker had giggled at the brighter man diffidently before moving right over to grasp him immediately, “anyways, I can see that you were dying to see me in the buff already; I’m just glad to be out of the shower already, Rory…”

“Me too, Silverstream: I couldn’t stop thinking about all the soap and water you’d putting on your body before then; you Seaquestrians are so fascinated by water, whether at sea or ‘ome…” he’d replied while returning the favor, wrapping his arms around the tanned female’s briskly bare back as both palms had felt the dwindling moisture still lingering onto her very skin all the same.

Now that they were both face–to–face, it’d be right to assume the inevitable considering their blushing about so to speak of; after all, it was the titular tenant speeding things along whispering, “well, great minds think alike, Rory, and everyone else happens to be thinking the same thing; after all, that’s why we’re here anyway: question is are you thinking what I’m thinking now…?”

Despite breaking away from the hug, the tanned female was brave enough to maintain proximity towards the eponymous bystander, stroking her dainty fingers across his faintly toned abdomen. Since they were still standing straight up anyways, both sets of hands were now joined together as their owners became quickly acquainted by their very own differences almost instantaneously. It didn’t even take much for either handholding individual to embrace their eagerness in due time, their hot and heavy mouths opening up to each other as their tongues swelled with ecstasy. Xenharmonic music had currently synced up to their imminent exploration as they’d soon surrendered one another to their generally shared concupiscence without hesitation whatsoever. Lapping at the inner universe made from the contents of their subsistence, both Silverstream and the brighter man were getting lost in the throes of passion like the majority nearby themselves. This was a clear display of their lively liberties lightheartedly levied about as he’d gently led the tanned female away from her two compeers despite being in their line of eyesight nevertheless. Even now, the oxygenated air around them became saccharine and spicy as the four of them practically smelled it all, thanks to the others whom were already going through the motions.

In any case, the bright redhead and their freckled friend were all by themselves as the remaining attendees still moaned about, especially considering the fact both Rory and Silverstream kissed happily; of the shrunken duo, the latter stammered, “you know, despite everything that happened recently, I’m feeling very conflicted about how I’m supposed to feel watching this already…”

“Then don’t just watch: after all, Silverstream has the right mindset and she’s already with Rory; likewise, I have Messier and you…” Velvet Skies cooed, catching Ocean Breeze off–guard by pulling her aside far off in the opposite direction from their tanned friend, “come here and let’s have some fun with ourselves like the others are now; besides, this is Smudge Proof’s party…”

“Ooh…!” the bright redhead heard her freckled friend squeal, following the former quickly smacking a grab onto the latter’s breech at once.

With little warning whatsoever, Velvet Skies osculated Ocean Breeze; their eyes currently also accented by blushing since they, too, had surrendered themselves to their lusts as well. Even though the freckled female was trembling about, such apprehension had been affected by their shared embrace, both became ecstatic by cleavages brushed up against each other. It didn’t take much at all for either of the two to lose their standing as they’d both collapsed onto the brilliant green in an instant, nevertheless still unharmed by both inertia and gravity. Remembering their wet and wild state, the shared salivation wasn’t the only thing that had grown from within the females as they were rolling around in the same range for dominance. Despite their shared concupiscence, the bright redhead found herself underneath Ocean Breeze as the latter rested both hands onto the former’s equally bountiful bosoms for support. Of course, Velvet Skies was still moaning freely, all wet and messy due to the fact their struggles soon allowed their very own flowerbeds of flesh to flow formlessly from within them. Still, they were at it with one another as their sweating bodies had exacerbated the water on their back and mixed into a still achromatic solution no different from their own reactants.

On the opposite side of the two passionate females, Silverstream was now sitting in a reclining deckchair and sharing it with the brighter man; although she’d completely occupied it altogether, he was resting atop her, his back and legs against the armrests as they’d created an intersection.

Out of the two occupants using the very same furniture together, the tanned lounger was the first to break the silence in between themselves by asking him, “isn’t the moon wonderful tonight, Rory…?”

“Not as beautiful as you, my lovely…” the eponymous male had answered back at Silverstream almost immediately, aligning his head towards her bustline slowly, “your eyes are like a clear and crystalline nighttime sky, radiant and refined; even the color alone shimmers like the stars above us…”

“Oh, you’re so flattering, Rory; I bet you say that to all the other girls with eyes like mine…!” the tanned lounger merrily sniggered as the brighter man snuggled up to face her directly no less.

Stealing a kiss from Silverstream with little warning, he’d snorted, “yes, but how many of them are like you, tall, dark, and beautiful with a particular palette of eyes alongside hair making you stand out; better yet, how many of them happen to have such qualities overall in this day and age, especially with your eyes alone…?”

“As many as there are those sharing my name from Equestria as well; I think my friend Velvet Skies happens to be the only one…” the tanned lounger had spoken back as Rory began to latch directly onto one of the nubbins from her curvaceous cleavage slowly, “ooh, already fixated on some foreplay, you eager beaver; wow, I guess this should be my time to start with you too…”

“Mmm…” the brighter man moaned as his tongue had started lapping at one of Silverstream’s bosoms in a matter of seconds, using the few wayward fingers of his own left hand to also examine the other’s opposite and outwardly ord on endwise.

As he was beginning to tug on both of the endings belonging to the tanned lounger’s bustline through separate but equally distinct means, she’d soon taken aim at his shaft rising up for grabs in her concupiscent gaze, despite being firmly attached to his body as is so to speak. It didn’t even take much for Rory to apply some pressure onto Silverstream’s cleavage anyway considering how lost he was into the moment; at the same time, she’d started resting the palm of her own left hand onto his yard and began gripping it tightly in hungry anticipation. Likewise, the brighter man had soon increased his very speed of the circumnavigation in regards to the tanned lounger’s bountiful bosoms already, no doubt the work of her own decision–making alone as she was currently jostling his firmed prepuce slowly but surely by and large. Even though Silverstream was becoming enamored by him sapping at her figure while leaving behind ribbons of salivation onto her bustline, she was still undeterred from the rather otherwise perpendicular motions made with his rigid shaft thanks to her own left hand no less. Either way, their luxuries were being met as a result of their due diligence regarding their nearly synchronized movements overall: Rory switching over to the tanned lounger’s nubbins over time and her increasing speed and dexterity around his burgeoning yard in the very least. Notwithstanding the growing disparity between the collective actions of both Silverstream and the brighter man in the grand scheme of things, neither of them had begun to slack from their receptive acts altogether, especially since the melodies in the background changed.

Eventually, they’d both encountered an opaque discharge from each other’s bodies, all thanks to their own efforts: the tanned lounger’s cleavage leaked about freely with a solution of their own making whilst her hand was stained; upon release, she’d cooed about after getting a taste of what had been unleashed, licking his very contents away, “mmm, all this from one handjob alone…? Honestly, I was expecting better from you already: is this really the best you can do from one shot alone, Rory; what about all the other times you were able to please all the others in the past…?”

“Relax, love: it was just only the beginning anyway, nothing more; besides, we got plenty of things to ‘elp us out with it…” Rory said to Silverstream recently before their eyes were treated to the sight of a shooting star soaring about within seconds, “look, ‘ere’s one right now: let’s make a wish together, Silverstream; I’m sure you’d be able to ‘ave yours come true already…!”

“Okay…” the tanned lounger sighed before she and the brighter man atop her closed their eyes at the same time; however, as soon as they’d done so, the darkness within their line of shuttered vision had become so brightened: the intensity alone was so immense, they were compelled to reopen them faster than they’d even closed them.

The light source thereof was off in the distance as a great white flash overwhelmed the entire area where he and Silverstream were now watching amongst others. Thissolid earth underneath themselves had only shook about to and fro as an enormous sphere of brightnessappeared directly in midair, reminiscent of a glisten sun. Though the proximity between the light and its viewers was scarce to a fault, it didn’t stop them at all from trembling about due to the sight and sensitivity thereof. That alone was enough for the starry sky to be burning bright enough to rival a clear day, despite of the very moon still further away from its eyewitnesses altogether. Then the crisp air all throughout themselves had become more hot and heavy for their skin and fabrics to even tolerate, not that it’d mattered in the slightest alone.

As the surface area increased, almost all of the individuals in attendance were forced onto the ground by the high winds, feeling the cold inertia striking against their warm bodies instantly. Out of the many pained masses subjected to the sudden contact in just so little time overall, Rory ended up being sent flying off of the tanned lounger’s body with her following after him at once. In spite of the lacking cuts and bruises from their skins, Silverstream was now looking up to see that same sphere expanding about in a matter of seconds, surely closing in on the other people.

“Silverstream…!” the brighter man’s voice called out to the tanned target at the boundaries were moving off into their direction.

In only a matter of seconds, escape was impossible as everything and everyone in its path were caught in the expansive radius: people, places, products, pets, and projects alike were absorbed inside of the rounded folds with no hope or possibility of return; any and all debris had been disintegrated every step of the way as many objects in every shape and size joined them at once. As soon as it’d made its way onto Silverstream’s range, plants and people alike were consumed by the white void immediately: she could see her friends in particular becoming a part of it as they were caught in its amorphous grip without any sort of warning; now, it was her turn and perhaps next would be his since they were still down on the ground thanks to the initial impact. Needless to say, any trace of existence, known and otherwise, was reduced to clean nothingness almost instantaneously right now; although neatly and pristine, an immense crater where the party originated was left behind with opened spaces undone so loosely: in the tanned lounger’s case, she was no more, something that many, like and unlike her, can relate to all the very same.