Author's Note

Hello there and welcome back to yet another chapter of my fanfic that goes beyond the typical oneshots made from before which I've given you since inception; suffice to say, the past chapter from before was going to end on a strong note for you all though I had decided against it altogether.

As usual, My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic, including its settings and characters belong to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; however, this concept of my fanfic still belongs to me so I will say this one time only: please do not steal this story or I will sue.

Lastly, let me also say that I'd based much of this chapter on Dekomaru's Hot Room comic, Harmonic Rhythm: for those of you who don't know, it was a story that I'd used to make a fanfic earlier this decade ever since; the difference is, she's all alone now at least for the time being so to speak but I can assure you that she'll have a much bigger role nonetheless.

Wind

The clinging and clanging of such metal gears against itself were now heard throughout the cold distance as their innate structures had served to provide the monotone percussion all the live long and prosperous way at once. The identity to this very cause originated from a bell that despite being painted in gold was made of brass, possessing many dents and cracks yet capable of withstanding the vibrations and echoes it’d given out and about as is. It was currently hanging around and about as it’d swung back and forth in an arc during the aria, already held firmly in place by a pole position stretching outwardly at that, already been fitted in to touch two opposite sides.

Outwith the gargantuan instrument itself was but the uniformed sight of taller structures as the cacophonous drumming had started to subside altogether in due time. Zoning out up high as at least a dozen stories tall was a clock displaying a face with but an acute angle, its own thin arrows already pointing to the large digits nearby. A big red flag was now found at the rooftop, already waving around over the otherwise ligneous shingles that were predominately out among the towering behemoths. Residing a mere variable stories from their own skylines were but two kings of people within the metropolis: the many pedestrians wandering and countless drivers too. Kowtowing to all of this and heaven too were many thin blades of some plant–based lifeforms in the vicinity carved into the stony pavement so minutely yet unnoticed. Spreading around were the many oxygen atoms that were instantaneously being in use by all in their entirety, whether they’ve been inhaled or exhaled in the process.

Of the many buildings that stood out and about within the vast and magnificent conurbation, only one was needed to be on display. Although predominately adorned with but a rich chocolaty coating of bricks, there was a pillar of gunmetal adorned with gold orbs. At least a score’s worth of rows were windows already plastered upon the structure, each of them outlined in a copper framework. Resting firmly on the top, its very own precipice had possessed a skylight that was spherical in contrast to its overall cubic state. The red textile had served as the awning, already hovering over the entrance as it was resting in the midst of a black asphalt curve. “The High Saddle Hotel” a sign down in front had read, its preponderantly white text just resting against a jet–black background.

Inside the building, however, was a different story: aside from the sepia flooring, the hallways were bland, something that many wouldn’t mind. Of the few whom were found outwith the line of doors, a lonely woman dressed in greyscale had walked past them lugging a black case abaft her. The traveler in question had worn but an elongated black coiffure with its own tresses already running down past the very waistline all at once. All that she was carrying with her were a pair of bags clashing against the follicles and fabric as they’d been already latched onto their very owner. Staring out from the light purple irises, the woman in star platinum focused in on a small line of black text that read “ROOM 566” against itself.

With a singular card in hand sliding in and out from a slot, the traveler had quickly opened the door almost immediately, instantaneously all at ease with its newfound surroundings themselves. The very ceiling and background in their entirety had matched the style that the hallway she’d came from not too long ago; however, the flooring was different as it’d been colored in true blue. Only two jet–black chest of drawers stood about: one was opposite of the bed, its comforter clad in royal hermit purple befitting marvelous mountainsides; the other near carried one pink lamp. A window was found across from her line of eyesight, already granting her a view of the urban landscape in which the hustle and bustle of its denizens went on like a motion picture in action. Two doors were also found in the wake of the discovery: one was closer to the woman in star platinum, standing on the left; the other, also on the same side, further away but near a window.

Walking towards the bed, the tenant had wasted no time placing her items aside gently as she’d sighed, “ah, here we are, I’m glad to finally get to my room; I think I’ll take a little rest before I begin practicing…”

It didn’t take long at all whatsoever for the likes of her to close the door she’d just walked into earlier, hearing a solid click too; afterwards, both hands attached to their owner’s body were now found to be reaching towards the hem of her very own blouse: underneath the fabric was one of a similar nature, a hot pink brassiere keeping her bountiful bosom at bay as the botanical gardens. Off to a stunning start, the once star platinum clad maiden was now down to her accompanying knickers after kicking off shoes; although she wasn’t in the altogether, the cold air was neither a friendly nor foeman reminder of how exposed her body became: the soft flesh underneath what little fabric had remained all the same as the face she was wearing, moistened with perspiration. Now scantily clad, the tenant was now wiping the sweat off of both eyebrows, literally so to speak of no less, clear as days in; soon, she’d walked right on off to one of her luggage on the bedside and open it to pull out a small object from in there already: a slender crimson bottle was now within her grasp as she’d then head out near the furthest doorway on the left all the same.

Almost immediately, her purple eyes were treated to sights of sterility as both feet were treated to the slow yet steady change in texture, its differences alone reinforced their muscles’ memory. The flooring underneath the woman in pink was drastically different since it was merely but only a clustering creamy set of ceramic tiles on the ground, a monochromatic arrangement of purity. Its walls were painted in a light coat of faint beige, contrasted by the creamy orange ceiling right above the hairs standing on endwise, despite the overwhelming neatness the tenant established. While there were no windows to be found whatsoever, it did, however, possess a mirror like the ones in the preceding room, albeit in a rectangular shape that being shared by the sliding doors. Nevertheless, she’d found herself instantaneously accommodated with the presence of a toilet, sink, hamper, and bathtub, the last of which possessed a showerhead poking outward from there.

Heading straightforwardly up ahead, the woman in pink instantaneously recognized a cleanly transparent yet glossy barrier between herself and the fixture, sliding it to right for the display. Seeing its steely nozzle already guided into a simple curvature high up from the wall, it was already sharing the very same space as another tap underneath with its three handles nearby it all. Calmly, the tenant had started to place her hand onto the leftmost appendage before arranging the others as well; before long, a heightened pitch whine had been followed by a deluge of water. Since it was already splashing directly upon the porcelain surface area below, hot moisture now traveled around to meet her nostrils from top to bottom, its vapors wafting straight on into them. Both cheekbones had soon burned brightly enough to be seen upon the visage like the longest cleared daytime sky the woman in pink herself had bore witness to, much like the many before. In a matter of seconds, a fog was quickly developing around its tenant due to the small area of effect it was currently inside, prompting her to rest her item onto the nearby sink at long last. She’d returned to her luggage from afore, snagging a pair of fabrics made in the same materials: a teal towel and a wisteria washcloth; also, a blue soap bar and green potion were within her grip.

As seconds passed by, there wasn’t much else the woman in pink could do but cast aside her undergarments, joining the outer layer from earlier; now, she was in the altogether, briskly reacting to the open air as her nubbins and flowerbed were freed from what little textures were. In any case, it was about time for the bared tenant to reenter the bathroom, watching as the heat and humidity increased in comparison to the not too distant past; nevertheless, she’d persisted in walking towards the source of her own making, albeit more carefully as far as her eyes see it all. Looking back to the one splotch of color brought to her by all too recent memories, she’d thrown her towel over the barrier both hands had opened and sat the bottle with it without any hesitation whatsoever; now, all that was left in her hand were a bar and washcloth from before so to speak. Either way, it wasn’t even long enough until the bared woman had stepped inside the bathtub rather slowly and carefully at once, quickly taking the time to close up the sliding doors as well so as to shut out what little cold air had remained before it’d even had the chance to fight back. Embraced at once by the heated compound in its liquid and gaseous forms altogether, the lonely tenant’s dry skin had become a thing of the past; although at ease, the fact she was now directly in the path of the showerhead was starting to burn her up from top to bottom all the very same. Nevertheless, she was able to breathe a sigh of relief knowing that the frigid oxygen thereof had been instantaneously transmutated by the liquid; although lacking in any variation whatsoever, its heat and pressure alone were more than enough to shield her body from the outside world.

Hot and heavy here and now, the bared woman felt more than welcome to use her own wisteria washcloth to cover up the soap bar and exposed them to the heavy water in the very same hand. Within mere seconds alone, the lonely tenant had started watching the off–white foam develop from deep underneath the knitted layer and went about lathering herself from top to bottom as is. Now taking careful aim at the perspiring face at once, she’d soon then wiped away the few stains from the yesterdays one too many before bristling around her neck mindfully about nevertheless. It didn’t take long for the froth itself to begin laying claim onto the bared woman’s integuments, spreading downwardly throughout their owner’s body, unrestricted by the water above herself. Regardless of how much moisture developed beforehand, nowhere around the lonely tenant’s body was even given a second’s reprieve from the soapy onslaught since they’d also slid abaft. Generally speaking, all the suds and bubbles were found to be quickly slathered about around both her bust and abdomen at once, some of which made their way on the opposing side as well. Soon, she’d bent over forwards and began to wash her shinbones from the kneecaps to forefeet before standing back up to rinse it off immediately even after exploring her hindquarters briefly.

Already the bared woman’s tresses were now being directly supersaturated gently by the same water from before, soaking it all in completely. Nearby the showerhead above the lonely tenant was a small grated latch widened enough to be used as a dish despite having one gap too many. After putting the items in her grip upon there, she’d stepped out of their range, all washed up but not at rest to tread on carefully nearby the sink. Verifying the stardust memories of not too long ago, the wet woman locked onto the two bottles from before resting upon the small surface area. Even with the visibility compromised by the immense condensation alone, the lonely tenant’s amethyst orbs refused to waver so to speak of. Likewise, the dimensions therein were the same as earlier no matter what, prompting their shared owner to return with them both in tow already.

Out of the pair firmly back within the wet woman’s present possession as they were beforehand, she’d opened up the big red one and poured a fraction of its contents over her jet–black tresses. Its solution had already started etching themselves deep into the lonely tenant’s hair, tinted every single one with colors straight out of the rainbow, despite the initial absence thereof, if at that. Then, almost instantaneously, they were all being cleansed away before another round was made, no doubt the work of their owner’s hands so to speak of, not that the froth had bothered her at all. Afterwards, the wet woman’s hair was lathered up with increased fruition before being washed away, prompting her to switch bottles without fear or hesitation since she’d told the differences. Such was the case as usual when the lonely tenant’s tresses became brightened by the otherwise glistening compound, sparkling about before following the same fate as the previous one as is.

Soon enough, another area about herself had gained attention as she’d found the time to lathering her washcloth again with the very same soap. Covering it up, the wet woman quickly padded over and begin rubbing around slowly, feeling its steadily tightening reaction already chaffing. A suppressed moan had escaped from the lonely tenant, even as she started nudging throughout, thanks to the contrasting textures altogether. In no time whatsoever, they’d been increasing in quantity and volume as well, especially now she’d spread both legs apart and moved slow. Still, the washcloth scoured in between the wet woman’s soft, tight velvet underground, causing herself to let out a highly pitched mewl as is. A jolt had traveled thru the lonely tenant’s spine as she’d quivered about, stroking up and down the very same place afore wedging itself back. With such contents gathering around, she’d squealed about as her leakage in particular joined a similar yet preexisting compound runabout.

As the nerves and stamina inside of the wet woman’s whole body had finally regained control almost instantly, she quickly found the resolve to flush it all beneath the running water whiteout. The lonely tenant had rinsed her washcloth again as well on both sides, cleansing both all of the foam and her flow completely, all before creating another layer of white once more with feeling. Upon applying said soap onto the area betwixt her legs with dispassionate dissonance delicately, the solution was doused with the fluid once again, leaving her with time to wash her hands clean. Eventually, the wet woman turned the knobs back to where they were before, shutting the water off so as to stop her skin from being further saturated altogether as she still dripped on and about. The lonely tenant had opened the barrier back up and stepped out of the bathtub, her feet landing right back onto the tiled flooring as she was wet with indifference and expectation all the while. Since she was still moist from top to bottom, it was more than enough for her to remember the teal towel from afore hanging around, taking the time to dry right off and clothe most of her skin.

Sure enough, it was now time for the wet woman to leave the bathroom, already reminded of what was waiting for her as far as these stardust memories of not too long ago were concerned. Even the lonely tenant knew the only thing which had changed between her entrance and the showering alone was the presence of condensation from where she’d emerged, albeit sparse as is. At the very least, she’d found herself scurrying off to her luggage once again to retrieve yet another item in question, a sapphire hairbrush with bristles bereft of bunches beyond a bezoar. Much that could be done about anything with it in particular was running its flexible spokes interfacing with its owner’s jet–black tresses without any interruptions whatsoever so to speak. In the very most, there was no opposition lying in wait for neither the object in question nor the wet woman all the same, every downward stroke being etched into her fibers thanks to gravity. Not even the still lingering moisture from much earlier ago hindered the task at hand, no doubt the work of the lonely tenant whom had quickly switched sides as if it were merely a coinage. Generally speaking, this was as far as anyone could go in commenting on the situation thereof, especially with how benign and mundane the act was and is, particularly with her all the same. Suffice to say, it wasn’t even long at all until the wet woman been at an end with her activity, quiet as she was afore her decision to strip away her own clothes gently and without trepidation.

Speaking of which, the lonely tenant bared herself again so she could use the towel which had absorbed the liquids still clinging to her body for dear life on their owner’s straightened tresses. Despite being back into the altogether again like before, she’d showed no fear, if any, of the cold whatsoever even with her body exposed to and by the moisture past and presently all the same. Moreover, the fact that the wet woman was feeling her body becoming besieged by bumpy had reminded her of the urgency to cover the entire integumentary system up once more so to speak.

Either way, it was already about time to ditch the hairbrush and focus back onto the luggage once more with clarity, rising up and at them with the resignation of a salaryman, albeit more opening and anticipatory, to search on again. Of course, the lonely tenant couldn’t do much except find a set of undergarments: although pink as the ones from afore, they were much larger by merely a small percentage; additionally, they were accompanied by white stripes. Soon enough, it didn’t even take long for the likes of her to wear them with pride and prejudice, free to roam around in the waking world and dreamland too, if the need would ever arise from fatigue within the former altogether. Then, at long last, the worn woman found the resolve to dig deeper into one of them, uncovering a set of plain peony pajamas out and about amongst the clothes within themselves, silky smooth yet delicate to the touch nevertheless. In a small myriad of ways, the fact they’d been themselves found to be overlaying their owner’s body brought comfort compared to the preceding attire adorned the lowest common denominator as far as they were concerned now. At the very least, the lonely tenant could only let out a big sigh now that she was fully clothed again, save for the lack of shoes despite them being nearby nonetheless; still, the soft textures from afore had remained unchanged.

Now it was time for her to rest after relaxing, her back now up against the soft surface that was a bed, free at last for the time being: unlike the one where her equipment had lain, she had it all to herself in particular, having already remembered its lock made therein; not only that, the steam from the shower in the bathroom soon became a burning memory, much like its predecessors. Under no circumstances did the amethyst orbs could ever get to see anything else but total blackness, nothing like the hairs: it was time to sleep as far as they could focus on, even as the sun was still on the horizon, shining about rather freely, all the same; eventually, there was only nothing else emanating from the woman in watermelon but a continuous exchange of oxygen. Even now, the lack of noise had cemented its place in history, before, during, and after, as far as the individual was concerned as is: in the lonely tenant’s case, it was, and is, what she’d craved the most, currently freed from much of the outside world’s influences; either way, she didn’t care at all about the past or future, consciously and subconsciously, since all that remained was there.