Clopfic crossover compilation: too many ships, not enough room; still inspired by the likes of certain artists on Derpibooru, it's the fourth installment to the very first story. Self–explanatory but not the all–singing, all–dancing just like prior.
Summertime is here again and for many, it's still the perfect time for rest and relaxation: tourism to and fro, commerce rising about, and temperatures rising; in addition, it's also an ideal time for vacationing all throughout the land of Equestria and even beyond it as well, something that many individuals can easily relate to doing.
Speaking of which, one particular location within this very country happens to be the perfect place for such: close to a body of water where every living thing relied on it in a multitude of ways, known and unknown so to speak of; either way, the adventure in question would still be down–to–earth for the lack of a better term in the very least.
Nevertheless, the abundance of favorable weather conditions are still proof that the celebrations are in order for such events like get–togethers between friends and/or family alike; in these cases, however, it's still so much more than just the talking and eating alike, especially for the young folks spending their times with each other, like they had before.
There was a lone city that was bathed in an elegant afterglow thanks to the eternal golden sun taking residence above them in the heavens with the cottony clouds traveling about in its wake. In them, the big bright blue skies contained a variety of lifeforms flying across the way over the rhythm emotion of the surface’s hustle and bustle flowing about without even so much as a care. There were towering behemoths ruling and governing the own landscape for although that they were divided, these constructs nevertheless shared the same power wielded over this very place. Aside from a variety of wagons running about the asphalt with sights and sounds contributing to its atmosphere, there were also some ships of various sizes surfing across the dyed deep blue. What had made it stand out the most were the massive flocks of ibises and seagulls that could run so far to and fro but couldn't get away with even the largest of wingspans as they’d cawed. On the other side of the vast and magnificent waters where the many ships had sailed in and out of were an abundance of sand and fog sprawled about throughout the massively beautiful earth. Most importantly, the very denizens themselves were abundantly commonplace coming and going inside the city by any and all means necessary as they pleased in sheer density whatsoever.
Of the scarce pedestrians within the vicinity of the very metropolis, there were but a sextet of ponies whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance; still, there were some significant differences all of them had, something that many like them would care less about to say the very least: for starters, half of them were redheaded mares. Speaking of which, the first of the scarlet tressed was a freckled yellow pony with eyes of a clockwork orange accented by a raring–to–go concave: aside from the pink bow worn over them all, she’d worn a light green blouse overlaid by a pair of dark blue suspenders holding up her very shorts with its legs barely touching the kneecaps. Standing next to her was an orange stallion wearing a moderate shade of deep purple tresses slicked back as they’d matched his eyes: in regards to his very own attire, they’d consisted of a predominantly white shirt with some blue shoulders as well as a pair of emerald splashed shorts with slightly more pockets than the former considered. Behind the first couple of ponies was also a redheaded mare, except she was pasty white with her curls full of kinks compared to her brightly colored counterpart: the former’s clothes currently consisted of a pink blouse matching the eyes and a purple skirt accentuating her glasses as they were, both of which more than enough for smiling. Also nearby was another stallion, a gilded unicorn with darker and smaller eyes compared to his fruity and bespectacled correspondents altogether but not as dark as his shorts: the former’s tresses were jaded, much like the sleeves of the otherwise snow white shirt, already bearing an illustration of a gastropod directly into the middle. Right at the tail end was another redheaded mare with freckles, except she’d possessed shorter tresses and a bronze coloration: her clothes were much darker yet still colorful, consisting of a green jacket matching its wearer’s eyes and some gray pants; also, there were a small set of silver chariot earrings presently adorning her left ear. Lastly but not least was another unicorn stallion standing nearby, albeit bearing a colder cobalt instead: much like his gilded counterpart, he, too, had donned beady eyes in two different colors, albeit in a dark blend of chocolate and midnight; also, a blue shirt with orange accents and olive pants were covering its wearer’s heavyweight form.
“Thith ith New Hortheleanth: I wathn’t expecting it to be tho warm…” the pasty white redhead lisped about gently, the sights of it alone making her shake about.
Her bronze correspondent had quickly chimed on in, “what did you expect, Twist: it’s right down south of de border as far as I can remember; if anything, who wouldn’t want to leave de city at dis time of year for cooler pastures? Snow in December’s one of de most magical moments widin de very month; oders are Hearthswarming, schools closing, and watching de new year arrive. Any oder day besides one in even April or October would’ve left us begging for it to melt away; at least, dat’s what Scootaloo told me when she’d gotten back from Trottingham: I wish I could’ve been dere at dat chocolate factory months ago, you know.”
“Who else wouldn’t be there, Babs…?” the bulky stallion asked the titular target, grabbing ahold of her abdomen with a warm smile onto his face, “I can’t believe we had to miss out on the trip to Vanhoover of all places; judging from what your friends had told us, you all had quite the blast at that water park: it just reminds us all of Rosemound about the winter before last…”
“Relax, Snips, dere will be plenty of adventures we’ll have together now that we’ve tied the knot last year; our daughter Appleslice has been a real handful and my sister Sunflower has been looking after her alongside our parents…” the bronze redhead had already spoken back to the eponymous colleague with a yawn escaping into the open atmosphere.
Babs’ yellow counterpart then said, “that makes all three of us: Tender Taps and Ah have been taking care of Fizzy since seasons ago and it was a challenge for a good reason; thankfully, that’s what family is for…”
“At leatht you and Babth are family; thince my dad left, we had to hire a foalthitter for Ithy Bithy last year before going off to Vanhoover…” Twist replied with a tiny huff as she and the other five equine nearby herself still carried their hooves across the pavement all the same, “mom and Derpy have been doing quite a good job looking after her and the’s not alone thith time around.”
“We know about your dad: Babs, Libby, and Ah were there when you’d brought him up back in Rosemound about over a year ago; just be thankful we’re here today ready to have a good time, like before…” the gilded redhead had said to her pasty correspondent almost instantaneously so to speak of all the same no less.
Tender Taps then jumped into the conversation at once, “who wouldn’t be in the mood for a good time; that’s the beauty of being young and in love: we all have a whole entire future to look forward to together, not just with family but also friends and neighbors as well, right Apple Bloom…?”
“Right, Ten–Ten…!” the aforementioned mare said to the orange stallion in kind, nuzzling him without any for of hesitation whatsoever, “Ah heard that there’s a water park resort somewhere in the city that Smudge Proof had invited us too; even though we’re already wearing swimsuits underneath our clothes, Ah am pretty sure there’s more than a reason why it’s invite only…”
“Yeah…” the colbalt unicorn mewed softly.
In any case, Snips’ gilded counterpart had asked, “come to think of it, where is the resort; what is it like: will there be other ponies showing up as well…? Last time we’d went into a city as big as Rosemound, we’d almost gotten lost: I was honestly afraid we’d be getting hypothermia and freeze to death all of the sudden; thankfully, Tails was there to help us on the way…”
“Speaking of which, Snails, how is she anyway…?” Ten–Ten had asked the titular trotter whilst watching Twist gripping the latter tightly all the same, “I was wondering were was she when we’d been up at Vanhoover last year: you and Snips seemed to be the closest of friends since the three of you were young; either of you have any idea why she didn’t show up…?”
“I don’t: I’d figured it was because of the invitations or the lack thereof; even though some of the Guides show up, not all of them were there either…” the gilded unicorn answered timely, looking up at the skyline above the sextet with a somber look of expectation: from what he could see, an airship was in view, hovering nearby the skyscrapers but out of their range so to speak of.
Snails was lost in an artificial sea of negated nothingness on a flat plain until the pasty redhead’s voice sharply broken him out of the trance, “let’th jutht take a ride on one of the trolleyth to thave our energy: if we find a map, then maybe there’s a route to the rethort we can go to; I don’t want be too tired to even begin the fethtivitieth altogether…”
“Good idea, Twist; this is our first time in the city after all: the last thing we need is to get ourselves lost along the way…” the yellow redhead replied as a large metal contraption rolling across the street had entered her line of eyesight immediately, “look, there’s even one right now…!”
It didn’t take much for the entire sextet to be scurrying off into the direction of the sosaid vehicle in question, pushing their bodies from a casual stroll to an experienced sprint while remaining on the very same sidewalk they were all on; at this very moment, all that had mattered were the destination and journey itself at large.
Time had passed on through space alongside with the inhabitants whom were drifting aimlessly as the stars amongst the never–ending blackness floated on, each of them to prompt any wayward traveler to harken back to the memories of life when the richest beverage kept their spirits up until their next destination and from the mouth of madness. Of course, time itself was the only thing that remained constant in the ever–changing plane of existence where many variables had come in all shapes and size, coexisting alongside either in unions or divisions thereof as they transcended boundaries without incident to say the least; then again, almost all of them succumbed to the folding sooner or later. This interval however would prove to be a special case since that there were those who have found themselves still standing rather than stumbling and falling to the depths of their failure nonetheless; however, not all of them were doing so as the whole wide world turned on its own axis: out of many of those in question, there was indeed a few no less.
For what it was worth, things were already hot and heavy: the countless mists and moisture were overwhelming, quickly bound to a single area where escape was nonetheless certain to a fault. Everywhere within the confined space was made of ligneous material: the flooring, the walls, and the ceiling; in addition, there was a bucket already filled to the brim with water and a gourd. Its details were made possible by the bright lights held up at the corners within the walls as they were bearing a plasma white scheme to illuminate the sweltering place and its tight surroundings. Generally speaking, there were exceptions that proved to be far from uniform so to speak of: in the middle was an open brazier, a clock at the top of the wall, and a screen door opposing them. Now that the scene was set, it was an ideal environment to purge any and all toxins clinging to whatever flesh that made up the integumentary system, the kinds of textures notwithstanding.
There were at least several stallions present and accounted for, all sweating about from their brows and with towels worn around their waistlines as their only commonalities; as such, there were bound to be differences amongst themselves. The first were an athletically lightweight pair with tresses matching their very eyes: while one out of the duo was darkly coated in an emerald splash, the other one was lightly painted in blue with the sweetness of silver chariot swinging low. The next pair right nearby were more different to each other as they were to themselves: one, a silver heavyweight with tresses of burnt chocolate disco and blue eyes; the other, an aquamarine middleweight with amber orbs and green tresses.
“You know, now that I think of it, this feels all too familiar so to speak of: last year, we’d all met up here in Vanhoover with more ponies like Gallop and Seed; now, it’s just the four of us all of the sudden in New Horseleans…” the equine on the far right had said, despite the vapors obscuring themselves all the same so to speak of.
The jaded athlete soon joined into the fray, “I know, right: this is probably how it’d happened last time my brother and I were invited to one of Smudge Proof’s parties; kind of a coincidence, isn’t it…?”
“What’s the point of complaining about it anyway; it’s not like this was going to happen every time he throws a party, okay…?” the lone brunet had responded to his peer, slightly exasperated by all this but still keeping himself in check anyway no less, “besides, I’m actually glad to bring Berry along this time around: the last party was boring without her to have any fun whatsoever.”
“I hope that Rainbow Harmony is here anyway: it’s been over a year since Green and I had our fun together with her body; to be honest, we weren’t expecting her to be into something like this…” the cool lightweight had exclaimed.
The other middleweight now said softly so to speak of, “Lily never told me about her being into mares as well: the fact that they’d gone to the previous party up in Rosemound together honestly had shocked me; who knows what they could’ve done together up in Trottingham months ago no less…”
“I know a lot of things that Opal has been doing up in Trottingham because I’d also been there myself as well, Danny boy…” the silver heavyweight said with a happy sigh before taking in a deep breath at once, blushing about all the same nonetheless, “seeing her and those other three mares, Flutterbye, Rainbow, and Samoa, stretching out each other’s pussies together was so hot.”
“How exactly can they do that, Truffle…?” Green asked aloud almost instantaneously, still quiet to the rest of them anyway.
The eponymous stallion had the strength to answer the jaded athlete only immediately, “simple: they sit themselves down on the ground and put their hooves up in the air, spreading themselves apart so their snatches can be seen by anypony like me and Pipsqueak; meanwhile, they let them get stretched out by two mares nearby while they return the favor in kind so to speak of….”
Sure enough, it wasn’t long until the doors were opened, prompting the quartet to turn their eyes towards the individuals whom made their way inside. Outside in the cold distance, a wildcat did growl; five more stallions were approaching and the wind began to howl from where they had just entered. All of them had possessed such commonalities: some coldly colored tresses, towels right around their waistlines, and metallic coating upon themselves. It was safe to say that whatever was on their very minds, the road they were both traveling onto was already at an end, exposed to the fog of hotness.
Speaking of the five though, while their collective use of towels made them one of the same as all of the equines who were already in attendance, they, too, possessed differences many could identify at once almost instantly. For starters, one of the entrants was a snow white middleweight with eyes matching his tresses as stripes of a brighter color was found right into the midst of them all like they were layers of ice and snow buried underneath all. Secondment, a similar stallion was found to be trailing after the first and foremost, more grayer than the lone brunet himself but with redder eyes and some muscle by comparison as far as they were already concerned no less. Thirdly, as far as everyone else can see, there was a chocolatey unicorn bearing amethyst orbs with more of a pattern betwixt the tresses compared to the white pony up in front of himself, a trait many observers had noticed. Fourth of all, another cobalt unicorn had made his way in, this time more slimmer compared to his ginger correspondent as there was a gold highlight making its way across, despite the blue prevailing to match both eyes. Lastly, but not least, was a tan pony with a white stripe in the midst of his tresses; nothing else could be said about himself, except he was more muscular compared to either of them all but still lightweight all the same anyway.
“Hey guys, what’s up…?” the muscular pony was the first to speak up to the occupants in question, “I was expecting this room to be nearly filled up as soon as we’d got here today this time around…”
“Well, count your blessings on getting here; of course, I was just about to leave soon enough: my baby maker’s itching to get it stuck into some certain Filly Guide’s body, like before…” Truffle had sighed, blushing about as something had started growing slowly underneath the towel all the while.
The jade athlete looked on at the wall and replied, “no duh; it probably explains why she’d picked you: you couldn’t let go of your own cock…”
“Calm down, Green: once this party is started, Berry and Opal are going to be having the time of their lives again, just like before…” the heavyset brunet tittered about confidently, standing up to feel his tumescence within the textiles underneath so to speak of, “besides, I have a feeling they ain’t going to be the only mares coming and going if you all know what I mean from it…”
“Sounds like you have such an interesting dynamic: Pomegranate and I have been going to these parties together since Rosemound of all places; it’s been nice to get out of the Crystal Empire now and then so to speak of, especially after Sombra had been defeated twice…” the snow white middleweight had wheezed, causing the remaining octet to raise their eyebrows highly.
Out of the golden silence, the cool lightweight was quick to break it up again, “in any case, have either of you tied the knot before Rosemound…?”
“Who hasn’t…?” the brighter stallion answered before sitting down almost immediately no less, “even though we’ve been trapped in stasis for over a millennium, we had to waited until our bodies would grow long enough to become more like the older folks so no one would take advantage of any of us, something that Princess Luna had understood all too well…”
“That explains much…” Truffle said softly before finding the time to walk on out of the area immediately.
Beyond the event horizon was a ground zero complex which had currently stood out amongst other buildings deeply within the even territories. The cubic habitat was covered up in elaborate styles, colorful clashes of shades and hues crying out for warmth throughout its elaborate exteriors. The flat roofing was conforming to the geometric surface areas, much like the edifices around it albeit with but length and width instead of height. Many of the rectangular windows were tinted with a deeper shade of midnight blue despite the sunlight already latching onto the glass surfaces. Only the brown doorwall tallied the finishing touch to the otherwise unassuming establishment, opened to all, especially to those seeking solitude.
Standing outside were six ponies: Apple Bloom, Twist, Babs, Tender Taps, Snails, and Snips, the lone intermediaries facing the looking glass upfront within full view. The very air around themselves was already filled up to the brim with gentle breezes from the blue skies to forever as the green grass blew in the wind ever so light. An abundance of flora and topiary were also present, great and small, embracing the favorable conditions brought about by the warm temperatures as they’d grown. Beneath their hooves were an amalgamation of concrete and asphalt; in spite of the accumulating heat, the ground they were standing on chilled to the touch anyway.
“Looks like we’ve made it; we’d better head on inside…” the yellow redhead had commented on the proximity, the first of the several finding the time to trot towards the entrance, only to find it opening on its own as they’d slid sideways; unperturbed by their recent discovery, she’d gasped, “hello…?”
Despite the automated opening, the sextet were finding safe passage in the complex almost immediately, greeted with multiple aromas of a strong concentration entering their very nostrils. Almost instantaneously, the very equines in question felt their lower limbs become cooler and insulated by carpeting so soft it was like the thick manes of napping lions albeit more tranquil. Within their collective viewpoints, the background itself was adorned with whiteness, a rather stark contrast to the elaborate decorum of its exterior the party was treated to not too long ago. Lurking about from beyond the well–lit walls of the hallway were sounds of conversations and melodies faintly emanating in many of their ears with the gentle precipitations being all muffled. Some small quantities of furniture were found within the visitors’ eyesights: tables here and nightstands there with several chairs to and fro aligned neatly as well as some mirrors on a wall.
“Hmm…?” a faint reply entered Apple Bloom’s ears.
The new voice on the inside had belonged to a pink pegasus bearing purple eyes, a gymnastic physique, and a feminine appearance. The lone tenant’s mane and tail had already possessed an equal color scheme with thin racing stripes reminiscent of a tiny rainbow. Donned over the pink pegasus’ body were a snow white ensemble of a hat, sundress, and some boots with a tiny flower arrangement.
The bronze redhead became belligerent and barked briefly, “you…!”
“Me…?” the spectral single simply stuttered, pointing to herself as she’d laid eyes on Babs’ grimace, “who are you…?”
“Don’t play innocent wid us: everypony in Equestria and beyond knows of what you did, Cozy…!” the bronze redhead had bellowed.
Apple Bloom jumped in front of Babs and said to the latter, “relax, cousin… that’s Rainbow Harmony; Cozy Glow has already been dealt with, remember…?”
“Oh, I see… sorry about that…” the bronze redhead stuttered, losing some steam as she’d struggled to look at the aforementioned equine, “I thought she was–––”
“Never mind that: once upon a time, ponies thought that I was Rainbow Dash’s long–lost sister; now, it’s Cozy Glow this and that…” the pink pegasus peeped.
A tiny teardrop tore away from the leftmost of Rainbow Harmony’s orb, prompting Babs to speak up, “dat’s awful, I didn’t understand de pain you’d went through lately; I’m sorry by de way: it’s just dat my cousin Apple Bloom had her fellow Crusaders befriend her and she’d taken advantage of deir friendship and desires to get into Twilight’s school of all places no less. I take dis rader personally because it’d reminded me of what I’d done to dem when I’d first visited dem back in Ponyville about a decade ago; I still feel guilty about it because of how nice dey were to me yet I’d turned on dem because of all de bullying I’d faced back in Manehattan…”
“It’s nothing compared to what she did to me: from the day our eyes first met, I thought we had something; considering where we were, the two of us could’ve been together forever…” the pink pegasus wept a bit, struggling to hold back the deluge to maintain the neutral visage from earlier, “I was a foal for even believing the lies Cozy told me but betraying Equestria was even worse! Even though she was defeated, the stains in my brain latched onto me like some kind of parasite from outer space: everywhere I’d went, ponies thought of me as her distant relative whom inspired such plans to destroy the world; one stallion tried to rip off my mane thinking it was a disguise. Since that day, I’ve contemplated changing my mane and tail completely so it wouldn’t happen again; I’ve gotten Rarity to thank for coming up with such an idea, even though she didn’t mean for this to happen: at least the ponies liked her new look and she’d got her groove back since.”
“We still like the rainbow theme though: reminds us of those two lovely fillies I’ve first met in Rosemound long ago…” another matronly voice cooed, catching the four mares and three stallions off–guard.
In an instant, another pegasus mare had trotted right up to Rainbow Harmony’s side: already bearing jet black tresses and a freckly silver coating over the ample bosom and voluptuous curves directly underneath an elongated snow white housecoat, with such luscious eyes of green, the former was staring at the latter as well as the other equines presently and accounted for.
At ease by her presence, the band of seven said, “Silver Wing…”
“Welcome back, we’ve been expecting you; after all, the six of you did have fun at my master’s party long ago: you’ve even brought miss little Barbarella…” the titular tenant tittered a bit as she’d faced the bronze redhead tenderly, maintaining the distance between themselves at once, “speaking of which, how are you today…?”
“I’m doing great: even dough dat Appleslice has been a real handful since she was born, de Oranges have been real helpful nevertheless…” the lone redhead answered the silver pegasus almost immediately.
Silver Wing became tickled pink as she’d sighed serenely, “I might as well say the same thing about our child too, considering the project we’d done together about a year ago with you and your friends, Twist and Tag–A–Long; shame that Filly Guide has to wait another several months before she’s invited yet again…”
“Tag–A–Long’s a mother too…?” Apple Bloom asked, slowly staring at the silver pegasus’ abdomen at once after seeing the latter nod, “Ah had already heard about her already on the road t’ motherhood a few years ago from her friends, Berry and Savannah, especially considering how they have their own lives…”
“I know: Berry seems to be the most enthusiastic about being a mother since she and Truffle had so much fun since; anyways, I’m so looking forward to seeing all of you again by wintertime…” Silver Wing replied softly, rubbing the stomach gently as she’d looked down at the white fabric still clothing her very body.
The gilded redhead spoken back to the silver pegasus, “wintertime… what’s happening at wintertime and where…?”
“That’s for Winger and I to know and for you guests to learn all in due time; after all, you’ve come a long way from home to get to where all of you are today…” another voice had interjected immediately, catching the octet off–guard with a masculine tone, “sorry about her: she does seem to have a habit of talking a bit much; of course, it’s still bound to happen no less…”
Its point of origin was another tall white unicorn walking up to Silver Wing’s side quietly yet quickly for the others to witness. The mane and tail were of a darker shade than that of the silver pegasus’ tresses, donning sleek jet black stands without contrast. The presenter’s irises were but a balanced earthly tone of brown, accented by a lone nevus resting right beneath his left eye. The white unicorn’s attire was simple: a conical felt hat resting upon the mane and a pair of board shorts both colored in red.
“Smudge Proof, good morning; we were wondering where you were earlier…” the orange stallion said suddenly so to speak of.
The eponymous elder chimed, “don’t worry about me: just had to put on the finishing touches before the party can began; besides, we’re glad that you’ve came here today and right on time too…”
“I know, Twist and I can’t wait to try the swimming pool…!” the gilded unicorn whinnied, holding the pasty redhead tightly as she’d began to blush from the sensation alone, “isn’t that right, you guys…?”
“Totes… let’s go, guys…!” Apple Bloom chirped deftly, embracing freely general hospitality in just keeling much negativity over proudly; quintessentially, reaching such timing unopposed valued work xenial youthful zeitgeist.
The wonders of the environment itself were easy to experience from the most singular of iotas altogether immediately at this passing moment instantly. The ceiling skylights suspended by about several meters from the ground, were colorful enough to shine its own mobile contents all throughout the way. The background, walls serving as their foundation were nothing more than a few mezzanines already being merely chains away from its center point. Many windows already found were displaying a distant sea and the skies above them with their shades of blue clashing about with the sands and clouds. The territory was mostly aquatic hence the abundance of its pools, slides, and the like; that being said, couches, chairs, and table rested on solid ground. A composition of strings and brass mixed together calmly sounded off from some speakers at dry corners with gentle vivacity and steady progression.
That being said, there were at least a few dozen occupants in the room already basking in the hot and heavy atmosphere with various states of care thereof. Almost all of them were equines: most were plain, some had wings, other possessed horns, but never both; of course, there was but at least one exception. Many of them had donned manes and tails with colors reminiscent of berries in various shades, styles, and spans alike, another major factor easily noticed. Even more obvious was the sheer fact a vast majority of them in there was scantily clad; as a matter of fact, the mares in attendance wore some collars. Resonating within the whole moment was that all of them were now actively found in various poses imaginable, averaging at no more–or–less than pairs. Sounds of moans, groans, and squealing about were heard instantaneously, already coalescing with the present music inside and the ambiance outside.
Out of many was but a sextet of ponies whom were perhaps already in much more fitting attires compared to the one in which they’d arrived in earlier: as such, the fabrics upon themselves had shown more of their coating without being in the altogether much like a fraction of their peers in attendance. As such, although Apple Bloom still wore that pink bow, there was a bikini dyed a deep purple like the tresses half of her equals possessed: despite its small size, they’d done well to cover her petite yet moderate form; in addition, a collar worn around the neck had borne her tresses’ color hue overall. Standing next to the redhead was Tender Taps now wearing a pair of red board shorts covering up much of his waistline more than her swimwear ever did; because of the wearer’s gender, he was already free to be showing off his limber but muscular frame, something his kind can easily partake in. Twist was now wearing a deep purple collar along a striped bikini of pink and white discovered over her very frame, covering up their owner’s sizable bosoms yet still displaying the miniature umbilicus she and Apple Bloom both shared; in addition, the former’s attire bore a more liberal coverage. Nearby the young white mare was Snails, currently wearing a pair of fuchsia board shorts with a jet–black pattern of some grapevines at his very sides; just like the orange stallion in the area, his abdomen was also bared, despite such skinniness as far as the others nearby him were somewhat concerned. Right at the tail end was Babs with her attire now consisting of only a jet–black maillot, showing off more of her own body than before yet did more to cover up her body compared to the other redheads within her group as it’d currently matched a collar found around her very own neckline so to speak. Lastly but not at the very least was Snips wearing a light gray scheme so to speak of; considering the fact his flesh was out in the open air, that meant anyone was free to take a glance at him and how different he was to the gilded counterpart and Tender Taps by comparison alone, not that it could matter.
“No wonder why he’d pick this spot: it’s just like that resort in Vanhoover; it’s huge…!” Apple Bloom had gasped in awe at the sight of the environment she and her friends were in.
Snails, although sharing the yellow redhead’s sentiments, was more subdued as he was being led away by Twist, “yipe…!”
“I’m glad we have the whole morning to ourthelveth…!” the pasty redhead exclaimed to the gilded unicorn as they were hearing the other amorous inhabitants at once, “look around uth, Thnailth… look at how everypony’s enjoying life: you thee a few of them over there…?”
The titular stallion found himself staring at a pair of more redheaded ponies in the distance: aside from tresses, their commonalities were easily apparent; even so, there were many significant differences between them. For starters, one of the bystanders had a sundance scheme and a predominantly darkly reddish style rough around its edges whereas the other was coated in white and short but straightforward cerise matching the eyes. Secondment, there was also a slight difference in constitution between the two of them alone: while the gilded redhead possessed a large cleavage bouncing about, the white counterpart had rolls of cellulite in a shape. Thirdly, the buxom redhead wore some big brown eyes reeking about with anticipation whereas the petite correspondent just bore concupiscence backed up with some liberation in them right at once with a clear target. Of the two bystanders in question, the gilded one had a wide brimmed hat resting on her head by the leftmost side while the white counterpart simply wore a pair of rectangular glasses in shades of the royal purple itself. Whilst the curvaceous redhead had donned an ample apple in the form of a brass bell adorning her flanks, the petite correspondent just carried an abacus that was matching both the tresses and irises alike so to speak of. Considering their companionship, both of them had went unclothed, save for some collars right around their necklines: the gilded bystander donned one which had matched her tresses; the white counterpart wore cobalt. What had also cemented their very collective appearance was the state they were found in: the voluptuous redhead was bent over towards a railing, her croup being occupied by a protuberant object from abaft herself.
“Oh, Libby; your butt’s still so tight…!” the petite individual moaned, shoving in and out of the gilded target with the tumescent toy overall.
Watching the sedentary mare being subjected to such a sensation left the gilded unicorn blushing about as he’d drooled about, “fuck…”
“Thnailth, focuth on me for now: let uth not forget why we’re here; bethideth, I’m in control thith time around…!” Twist had snarled playfully, snapping the eponymous stallion out of his stupor with a kiss to catch him off–guard, “let’s have thome fun firtht: I’ve been wanting to feel your cock inthide my mouth firtht…”
“Ooh…” the gilded stallion had cooed as the pasty redhead slid gently downward and made contact with his swimwear immediately, taking note of the distension underneath the very fabric right at once.
With Twist’s knees having already reached the wet surface, she’d uncovered the dry prepuce with a quiet giggle, causing Snails to join in. Initially, the pasty redhead’s hands started kneading the shaft around playfully like a joystick, catching their remaining friends by surprise.
Before long, Twist’s tongue slipped outwardly and slowly slid about at once with such salivation now making contact for others to see clearly. Sure enough, the gilded stallion was resting one of his hands onto the pasty redhead’s hair to go stroke and pat based on their progress made. Twist’s tongue still freely licked Snails’ yard before slowly forwarding it into her mouth, deeply taking a short break to moan in a sultry tone. Although the gilded stallion extended his gaskins bit further to give the pasty redhead more room to lick around, he’d barely helped himself. In no time whatsoever, Twist enjoyed the fact her own tongue stimulated and syphoned Snails’ shaft, now nestling deeply into her own bust. With the gilded stallion’s prepuce sliding throughout until its point had became seen underneath the adjacent chin, the pasty redhead grinned.
With Twist starting to swaying them up and down concomitantly with her tongue slipping through and out below her lips before reaching the tip, Snails became aroused at what she was trying to do, only this time she’d loudly moaned with hunger, “ohhh… thoot your hot cum all over my tith, Thnailth…!”
“OK…!” the gilded stallion yelped for it wasn’t long until the pasty stallion’s sandwiching and tongue tickling around his elongated yard had caused it to splatter across her very neckline and then dripped downward between her clothed cleavage, “how was that, my little pussy: pleased to find that my cock was to your liking…?”
“Better than before, Thnailth…” Twist sighed softly after becoming caked densely ever freely with the aforementioned unicorn’s extract, taking no time whatsoever to remove her own top and expose her bosoms to himself immediately.
Even though the gilded stallion’s prepuce lost its shape, he never lost his smile as he’d sputtered, “I can help you keep going though; besides, we still got the whole day to ourselves thanks to them…”
“I know that…” the pasty redhead giggled as she’d stood up straightaway face–to–face with Snails again with a smirk, “let’s go find thome other empty bench to clean up: I wanna have you rut me better enough to bear more of your foalth…”
“Well, why wait any longer; can you lead the way again…?” the gilded stallion heaved as Twist wiped his upper lip with the swipe of her finger all frolicsome without so much as a care in the whole wide world whatsoever.
The pasty redhead tittered briefly, “the pleathure will be mine to do tho…”
It wasn’t long until Twist and Snails had sequestered themselves from the other pairs they’d been with since that fateful morning earlier, leaving Apple Bloom and her bronze correspondent alone with their respective stallions still present and accounted for like before; of course, with that being said, even they knew it was but a matter of time: soon, the latter pair then began to kiss.
“Apple Bloom, what would you like to do from here…?” Tender Taps had slowly asked the eponymous lover, looking into her eyes rather sensibly, “we can go on the slides together if you want to…”
“Let’s not beat around the bush: you and Ah both know what we want, or rather, what we need; besides, ya and Snails didn’t have any problem whatsoever in beating off to me and my friend Twist having some fun together way past last year…” the yellow redhead interjected with a playfully snarl, finding the time slid up to the orange stallion’s muzzle without even touching.
Abaft of the duo were Babs and Snips giggling about as their hands currently explored each other’s integumentary systems slowly but surely: of the two osculating equines, the latter was the first to whisper, “how would you like it if I grabbed your clit and started fingering it, Babsie…?”
“Do it, Snips: shove dem into my pussy already; it’s already on fire…!” the bronze redhead sighed, sending the cobalt unicorn out to stick a leftmost hand down inside her swimsuit while the other had still latched onto the petite bosoms almost immediately, “yeah, fingerbang me for de win, Snips… fingerbang like de world shouldn’t give a fuck about our love lives at all…”
“Speaking of which, let’s kiss and makeup as we go along; we’ve gotten the whole day t’ ourselves…” Apple Bloom cloyingly drawled effortlessly, frontline generally hereon in just kernels lined messily nearby obstructions piqued resonantly so their utter vivacities would xylograph youths’ zeitgeist.
Since they were still standing straight anyways, their eyes were accented by blushing considering that both faces had been maintaining a close distance. As the two finally joined hands, their respective lips grew closer to one another while Tender Taps’ terse trembling had started to cease immediately. The pair finally grew more eager, their muzzles finally opened as one another passed, tongues finally slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. In little time whatsoever, they’d surrendered their kneecaps onto the cold concrete underneath, the yellow redhead still leading the way so to speak. Neither of them had relented, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions started growing. When the orange stallion transferred his lips from the target down to the neckline, he’d then exhaled dioxide from both nostrils without hesitation. Only then when Tender Taps’ tongue started licking Apple Bloom’s shoulder she’d felt the very sensation crawl around, not caring due to anticipation. Once immediately, the smile grew as the orange stallion quickly slid his tongue down to the bust in between themselves, delivering pleasures hoped for. Delighted by the sheer fact Tender Taps slowly started tugging on them with his teeth, the yellow redhead had soon let out loud yet soft moans.
Needless to say, the orange stallion broke away from the bust and whispered, “Apple Bloom, take off your bikini bottom… please…”
“Ya know that a master and husband such as yerself wouldn’t even have t’ stoop so low as t’ make such a demand, but since ya asked nicely…” the aforementioned mare sniggered before slipping the lower garment off of her waist in front of Tender Taps in so little time despite being slow; with it out of the way, she was now in her dishabille for him to see, “what do ya think?”
“Beautiful like before…” the orange stallion simply sighed, staring at the significant strands of hair sitting supra the yellow redhead’s sheath in the shape of a heart after she stood right back up again straightaway to show off her tricolor shields.
It wasn’t even long until Tender Taps was just merely a few inches away directly from Apple Bloom’s cavernously defining entrenched flowerbed gazing happily in just kinetic lounging, mesmerized neatly over placement quaintly reminiscent so to utter vividly xanthochroid yearnings zestfully.
The orange stallion salivated a bit before the yellow redhead’s voice became more than enough for him to snap back to reality, “what are ya waiting fer, mah pussy to get wet…? Eat me out now…!”
Tender Taps was more than happy to oblige, lapping at the fork in between Apple Bloom’s gaskins straightaway as she’d watched onward with naughty glee. Although the yellow redhead was soon feeling the effects of the orange stallion’s tongue being put to work, she held firm and stood upright with her firm smiling. Tender Taps started lapping the contents of Apple Bloom’s sheath with her resting a lone hand onto his deep purple tresses for some support as she became giddy. As soon as the yellow redhead felt that muzzle tickling her before slowly slithering inward, she’d moaned slowly yet loudly at the tightness the orange stallion found. Even so, Tender Taps ran his very tongue right around Apple Bloom’s gaskins so briefly as they, too, were starting to spread a bit further wide for him to explore. The orange stallion could barely help himself but drooled every time it went sliding in and out of the yellow redhead’s flowerbed repetitively, his hands on her hips. In no time, Apple Bloom had given out more small moans which quickly turned into loud yelps of happiness the moment the depths of her fork became tampered. The sheer cold from Tender Taps’ very expedition had soon caused the achromatic fluid to squirt from his adjacent target and onto his taste buds warmly in return.
“Mmm…!” the orange stallion moaned, breaking away to look upright at the yellow redhead, “even after all those years we’d spent together, your sweetness is still there no matter what…”
“How about ya lie down and finish what ya just started, Ten–Ten…?” Apple Bloom snapped blithely at Tender Taps whom started lying supine, his head away from hers as their collective eyesight formed a hypotenuse.
It didn’t take long for the yellow redhead to rely on her mostly residual strength to walk over to the orange stallion’s visage, turning around to face his fabric prior to planting her croup closely. With the same tongue from before, Tender Taps now jutted back into Apple Bloom, this time in her fundament as he sent tingles throughout her body, shutting both eyes tightly yet still smiling. The yellow redhead reopened them to look onward in contentment at the rest of her little orange lover’s body, the former’s flanks held firmly in the latter’s grasp with muzzle buried right inside. Tender Taps found the time to stopped and lap at the adjacent sheath, bringing out some more pleasure each time his tongue had switched right back to Apple Bloom’s croup and vice versa. Soon, the yellow redhead felt salivation now curling down from the corner of her lips, the orange stallion’s exploration giving way to hunger and thirst as he stretched her fundament wide easily. Apple Bloom gave out another loud moan, gurgling about at the cerebration of wanting to taste Tender Taps soon enough as the dribble escape, eyeing the fabric snugly around his waistline. The yellow redhead had only attempted reaching to her wet flowerbed and started furbishing rhythmically as the orange stallion still permeated all throughout her flanks ever so illustriously.
Almost immediately, it was also at this very point in time that both Apple Bloom and Tender Taps were now mutually inverted towards one another, the former’s hands making contact with the latter’s kneecaps as their owners’ mouths now aligned with their waistlines. Contentedly, the yellow redhead started mollycoddling the orange stallion’s clothing frolicsome by using a few of her own fingers to reach inside; in response, he’d gotten aroused and stuck out his tongue up at her fork almost immediately, still aware of its saturated state. Apple Bloom swayed her waist reactively, bouncing around lightly for at least several times and moaning quietly in delight while caressing her cleavage before she’d decided to do the same to Tender Taps’ shaft, proceeding to forward her hot and heavy lips around it all. Each time that the orange stallion felt the yellow redhead stimulating, pumping, and licking the uncovered yard, it started to get harder so he was returning the favor; quickly, it got so hard his hands now grasped onto her rippling thighs and started rubbing up and down. Because Tender Taps’ tongue was already intertwined with Apple Bloom’s sheath and vice versa with his prepuce, their instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by the respective lips and tongues bringing pleasure to one another, such timing notwithstanding. Soon, their mouths, including their tongues started transferring so much stimulating pleasure between themselves quickly, it’d seem that they would have been able to get their wishes; however, only the yellow redhead began to break off away after getting her fill.
While this was going on and about, Rainbow Harmony only had a chair to herself and a stallion underneath her stuck in between as they were sitting at the sidelines together with one another. For starters, although they were both in the altogether as such, only the pink pegasus herself was wearing a jet–black collar around the neckline for him to see alongside with everything else too. Secondly, the significant differences between them were made apparent by their flanks: Rainbow Harmony had a blank notepad with a purple writing utensil; the gray stallion, a rapier and shield.
It was at this point in time the pink pegasus was resting her body onto her target, their differing loins firmly aligned with each other as she’d planted her palms onto his abs with a dry pant, “that’s right, Lancelot: you have this whole pegaslut to use as you see fit now; even as an unwitting accomplice, I’ve grown a need to be punished all the same…”
“Don’t expect this for me to go easy on you just because I’m a gentlecolt, even though I’d already forgave you for it…” the titular tenant talked to Rainbow Harmony only instantaneously, placing his hands around her fundament rather roughly, “you’d still went up to Trottingham without me and had fun with all of your friends, Flutterbye, Toola–Roola, and Coconut Cream!”
“I know: at least Toola and Coconut were a shoe–in ever since Rosemound; they basically had each other for company as they still are now…” the pink pegasus giggled before stealing a kiss away from Lancelot almost immediately so to speak of, causing him to blush more deeply than her coating.
Rainbow Harmony never cared about the fact the silver stallion was currently striking her croup without warning, already feeling his shaft directly inside of her flowerbed with such calibration. In the midst of the very ordeal, the pink pegasus was on the verge of losing her shaky foundation over his body in an attempt to keep him closer as they were trading momentum with one another. Now that 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 equines moan. Gearing up for an expulsion from Lancelot’s yard inside Rainbow Harmony with each intensity of the pulp friction, she gave off a resounding happy moan amid the heavy breaths and panting. Soon, the silver stallion started shooting in the path of the pink pegasus’ fork, its sudden warmth causing her to collapse onto his body almost instantly as they’d were all up, close, and personal.
It didn’t take much for him to transfer his hands from Rainbow Harmony’s flanks to her back as they were now osculating each other at once; afterwards, she was the first to break away and say, “you know, Lancelot… I can’t believe… we’re here again… just together… in New Horseleans…”
“I know that, love… after all, this is… my home, as I’d… once said last year… you know about… it very well… Rainbow…” the eponymous middleweight had sighed, holding the pink pegasus’ wings gently so to speak of as far they were concerned no less, “I was just in… the neighborhood… when I’d gotten… the invite not… too long ago… dearest Rainbow… It feels like there’s… magic at work… this time of year… with all of these… being made here… even though it’s… not February… I feel as though… we’d have more fun… together there… Hearts and Hooves Day… would’ve been much… sweeter with you… to spend with then… especially… considering… your very own… reputation… as a nice mare… here from Bales…”
“I know that, I… just want to be… with you right now… dear Lancelot… even today… I still can’t think… about what she’d… done to all of… us ponies and… our allies too… Cozy Glow was… more than my friend… she was my first… and she’d betrayed… me the foremost…” Rainbow Harmony only broke down into the silver stallion’s chest almost immediately no less.
He’d found himself resting his hands over the pink pegasus’ mane gently after feeling her tears fall onto his bared pectorals and said, “hey, hey, it’s okay: you’re safe in here… Cozy Glow’s not gonna hurt us anymore… you have a whole life ahead of you to look forward to and so does everypony else…”
“I agree: it’s been over a year anyway; the least you can do is be happy about it, Mona…” another feminine voice was heard immediately, catching Rainbow Harmony off–guard no less, “are you sure that you still want to be here though…?”
As soon as they’d turned around, the source in question led them to find another pegasus mare with a similar color palette, albeit more relaxed so far along the way. Possessing a much more solid color, the speaker was fruitier than the rose tinted coating the listener had with the former’s brilliant tangelo painting a dark texture. Around the shorthaired observer’s luxurious pupils were circles of a dyed deep blue cornflowers having already widened with tender gazes refreshing many lifeforms. Like Rainbow Harmony, the collar upon the fruity pegasus’ neck was also painted in a jet black scheme, offset by a brass ring in the middle compared to steel alone. Still, the shorthaired observer’s body showed off her petite cleavage and miniature umbilicus beneath the still liberal swimsuit, differing from her pink counterpart. The fruity pegasus’ flanks were already adorned with a flutter of several lepidopterans, each all colored in royal shades reminiscent of majestic purple mountainsides.
“Huh… of course I do, Flutterbye… it’s just that it’s been a hard time lately and the only thing’s keeping me going is him…” Rainbow Harmony outcried softly, replying towards the aforementioned mare briefly.
It didn’t even take long for the fruity pegasus to speak out to her pinker correspondent almost immediately, “I can see that; after all, we’d talked about this back at Trottingham months ago…”
“Who else hasn’t; it’s not like we’re all alone, am I right: besides, aren’t they supposed to have fun too?!” said Rainbow Harmony only to Flutterbye with a nervous laugh before regaining composure again, “I’m sorry, it’s just that I’ve been real nervous coming here since summer break had began only recently…”
“I know that, everypony else does: it’s been a long time since we’d all met together for the first time; to be honest, I kinda wished we had met sooner, like those other foals back in Ponyville…” the fruity pegasus sniggered about so to speak of.
The pink pegasus got off of Lancelot and replied, “who wouldn’t: I mean why else would all of this began besides ‘cause of how we’d both looked so much like Rainbow Dash herself in the hair department; what do suppose would’ve happened if any of her parents had seen us once in a while…?”
“I’d never considered that possibility, let alone dreamt of it…” Flutterbye had said to Rainbow Harmony, watching as the latter had entered the pool in front of the remaining twosome, “if anything, it’s probably not a big deal as it’d used to be a decade ago, even with her calling the shots no less…”
“I agree and we have our own lives to worry about: you’re in the Wonderbolts following in the hoofsteps of Dash and I’m the restaurant reviewer who has to travel all throughout our homeland to do my job; either way, we both have reputations to uphold yet also times to unwind from it all…” the pink pegasus prattled onward about.
In any case, the second the fruity pegasus started to go near the water, all three of the equines were treated to faint giggling heading inward. The source, two more mares already approaching them, both possessed multicolored tresses like Rainbow Harmony and Flutterbye themselves. Nevertheless, there were more differences between the pairs as far as even the silver stallion can see, quick to understand one another instantly.
Speaking of the twosome, although their collective lack of wings had made them both one of the same as the sextet the pink pegasus had encountered, they, too were different from each other. For starters, one of them was also pink, albeit faint with tresses containing every color save for green while the other was coated in silver bearing locks of yellow, green and purple all tied up. Secondment, there was also a slight difference in facial composition between themselves: only the silver mare amongst the very duo donned creases of fat worn right on her rosy cheekbones. Thirdly, the lighter pony in question kept a thinly toned figure with flanks bearing a paintbrush and purple spiral while the metallic counterpart was slightly portly with some pies on the sides. In addition, the lightweight visitor in question had both irises rich with the color of opals right within the owner’s visage whereas her heavyset correspondent bore some amber waves of grain. The most notable difference was their attire: aside from their red collars, the lighter pony wore a black bandeau and white towel while the metallic counterpart donned an orange and blue combo.
The fruity pegasus was first to greet them in an instant no less, “Toola–Roola, Coconut Cream… hello there…”
“Hey guys, what’s up…?” the former visitor was the first to reply to Flutterbye, “I hope we’re not interrupting anything…”
“Not at all, I was just cleaning myself off, that’s all…” Rainbow Harmony only said as she was up to her shoulders in the achromatic liquid.
The heavyset mare had approached the pink pegasus cautiously with a straight face speaking, “but you’d just gotten out of the shower anyway; I know you’re still anxious around us but it’s nothing to worry about: ever since Rosemound, Too–Roo and I have been used to seeing either of us in the buff…”
“You don’t need to remind me of that; we were there in Trottingham too, walking alongside you two, Skeedaddle, and Kettle Corn…” Rainbow Harmony only said as Coconut Cream rested her hooves into the blue where the former had resided, albeit decimeters away, “at the very least, I can understand why the factory was the most ideal of choices back in Smudge Proof’s mind…”
“Who wouldn’t want to be like a foal in a factory that ships out confections to candy shops like Bon–Bon’s…?” the pink pony peeped, despite being more grounded compared to her winged counterpart so to speak of.
Coconut Cream faced Rainbow Harmony and said to the latter, “at least it’d help the lot of us clear our minds: besides, it’s not everyday we get to see New Horseleans once in a while; even your coltfriend knows it well…”
“You two don’t need to drag me into this; I’m just one of the locals whom brought a guest along for her vacation…!” he’d sputtered about almost instantaneously, not fazed by the three mares in front of him, despite his wet prepuce, “we were kind of getting tapped out lately since last night, but I’d promised her the trip was gonna be worth it…!”
“It’ll be…!” Toola–Roola chirped tenaciously as she’d casted aside her towel in front of Lancelot and jumped in the water, splashing the other mares as well as himself in the process with little warning thereof.
In the meantime, two more redheaded mares were found on the opposite side, both alike in fair dignity at first glance, possessing certain commonalities: red tresses flowing out, height and stature, and sweat over their bodies; of course, there were many significant differences between them. Speaking of the two, they were the ones already close together to get lost in the throes of passion throughout the passing times: for starters, one of them had Apple Bloom’s color scheme and style whilst the other was coated in cherry with puffs colored in two shades of cerise all the very same. Secondly, there was also but a slight difference in facial composition between the quadrupedal two: only the yellow double had also bore some freckles underneath the orange adventurous eyes whereas the crimson counterpart wore some brilliant cherries containing illustrious excitement inside. Out of the two redheads in question, the brighter one had a smaller cleavage with a thickly tinted pinkness while the other was more curvaceous, painted in a scanner darkly; in addition, while the former possessed wheat adorning the flanks, the latter carried some minor assortment of cookies only. Like the many scattered all throughout the premises, they were both devoid of such textiles completely, save for collars already worn around the necklines: the yellow double donned a jet–black collar and a golden hair bow; the cherry correspondent wore purple scheme darker than her eyes.
In any case, both the redheads themselves were already mutually inverted towards one another, aligning their mouths directly over their waistlines as they’d gotten a clear and present glimpse of their target’s sheaths etched within themselves. Soon enough, they’d found their fingertips stretching the inner reaches of their flowerbeds rather delicately, supersaturated by the recent performances made as the same liquid from there had stained every single one of them in mere seconds. The twosome felt the rest of their bodies crawling in their skin from the collective interactivity, mewling and squealing in delight before they’d proceeded to forward their own hot and heavy lips around each other’s leaking forks all the same. Each time the redheads stimulated, swirled, and lapped at their sheaths, both integuments had started hardening from the synchronized sensualities; of the two, the brighter one had rested all hands onto her redder counterpart’s thighs gently. Because their tongues were already intertwined with the sheaths, the rather instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by their maws bringing themselves pleasure to each other, timing notwithstanding as they’d been left alone. Soon, their mouths, including the tongues within themselves, had started transferring so much stimulating pleasure betwixt them quickly, it’d seem that they would’ve been able to get their wishes; after all, their bliss was finite nonetheless.
Nearby themselves was Truffle also in the altogether with his flanks bearing a simplistic illustration of silverware, two dining utensils made of the same similar material. The heavyset brunet was moving his left hand down to his shaft and started running it up and down towards their direction with a wicked grin upon the visage so to speak of. Already appreciating the firm and lengthy state, the subsequentially tightened reaction of his yard chaffing against the palm and the warm air around Truffle grown onward. Even so, the heavyset brunet started to envisage either of the twosome wrapping both arms around his thighs to suckling onto prepuce without so much a care in the world. Truffle could barely help himself but moan every time the texture of the two surfaces had made contact with each other, even going so far as to spread both his own legs apart. A silent moan escaped from the heavyset brunet’s lips as he was grunting with pleasure with the contents within his shaft gathering around as he continued on confidently.
It wasn’t long until the twosome’s mutual exploration with their flowerbeds had soon reached a tipping point for only them alone: the fingertips belonging to themselves alone had then become moistened by their achromatic fluids as they’d gathered around; other than the physical spasms, they were more than at ease when their bodies pushed themselves apart with a squeal no less.
At the same time, Truffle was now unloading the contents of his yard onto both of the redheads in an instant no less, fragments of his solutions scattered across their supersaturated bodies with a grunt, “cum on, trollops, I’m just barely getting warmed up and this is the best you can do with each other? I’d expected much from Opal since she’s barely getting any action from the other mares but you’re supposed to be raring–to–go as is, Berry; what’s wrong with you already…?”
“Sorry, master, I was just so excited to feel your cock inside my body again, I couldn’t stop pleasuring myself to it last night…!” the titular tenant had mewled after breaking away from the yellow double almost instantaneously for the heavyset brunet to see clearly, “I’d just wanted to have a good time with you and Opal here in New Horseleans like everypony else, that’s all…”
“Who wouldn’t…?” Truffle snorted under breath.
The eponymous mare had only struggled to face the heavyset brunet all the same and sighed, “please take it easy on her, master: it has been a long time since you and Berry hadst intercourse together; even now, thy prepuce still has enough reserve for another expulsion if thou wishes to continue onward with either of us…”
“Don’t you think I know that as well, Opal; why else were the two of you ever invited in the first place, just to have some fun alone?!” Truffle snarled about as he was watching Berry place her hand over her moistened fork in spite of what had happened to it recently, “besides, it has been quite lonely with either of you at my side rather than all three of us at once like at Rosemound. The first party we’d been to was an eyeopener for all of us, a swingers conventions for us to unwind from the stress of our everyday lives; even though that all was calm and peaceful, sometimes we’d missed the dangers and thrill, in spite of everything that had happened to us when we were all young. You were in the Filly Guides, much like your friends were which had made sense since they were all invited: Tag–A–Long, Do–Si–Do, Savannah, Trefoil, Dulce, and Samoa had somepony to share their time together with; but, you were from the Crystal Empire, a place that the Princesses had to rescue twice from Sombra. Smudge Proof was generous enough to invite us all to party even though it was far away from our homes: in spite of our differences as well as because of them, we were picked because at least half of us had some color in our manes and tails to go with the themes in question; in your cases, your red hair was enough to guarantee that. Even though you were different from each other, you’d all felt safe beside me and others like you and me, the same way your friends were with their friends and acquaintances: you don’t have to be ashamed of that now, we’re in New Horseleans, the Big Easy of all places no less; let’s just all have some fun together like we’d done back in Rosemound last winter, okay…?”
“Of course, as thou wish, master Truffle; what else wouldst thy likest for us to doeth hereon out: wouldst thou likest for me to clean you up or Berry to doeth it in my stead…?” asked the aforementioned mare as her cherry correspondent was still rubbing up and down her own sheath nevertheless.
The heavyset brunet stared at the bright redhead whom had gotten onto her knees first then at Berry remaining at rest occupied with the flowerbed betwixt both legs all the very same; surely enough, he’d answered the former almost immediately, “alright then, Opal, polish my cock; I have something else planned for Berry later on…”
“What do you have in mind, Truffle: you want to fuck my dirty pussy or rather wreck my slutty butt here and there, like before…?” the stout redhead asked the titular stallion whilst watching her freckled counterpart nearing his sodden prepuce all the same, “either way, I’m more than ready to handle what she’s handling and so much more, thanks to you; please do me next too!”
“We’ll get to that soon enough, Berry…” the heavyset brunet had sighed as the yellow redhead soon started opening her own mouth despite remaining silent anyways, unlike the eponymous mare nearby them both.
It didn’t take long for Opal to have stooped to the level where Truffle’s shaft had remained lax, guiding her muzzle towards it gently with a timid grin upon both of their own visages instantly. Gently kissing the yard straightaway, the yellow redhead began lapping around the heavyset brunet’s supersaturated surface area, collecting the solution made not long ago with her tongue. Opal had soon gotten herself a mouthful of the Truffle’s prepuce since he’d been going to work on it like his life had depended on it, something that her cherry correspondent looked forward to. Quickly going to work on the heavyset brunet’s shaft with only two hands by massaging the nerves within its layers with such desire, he pushed and pulled lightly with his clean appendage. Fancying the aiding and abetting in hot pursuit for such pleasure, the bright redhead had begun syncing up with Truffle’s movement currently, despite the imminent end upon the very horizon. Sure enough, this had finally come to pass as the heavyset brunet’s felt his yard becoming rather lightened, emptying itself onto Opal once again, this time in her mouth for her to taste clearly.
The bright redhead couldn’t do much else other than to break away from Truffle’s prepuce since she’d gotten its extract anyway; afterwards, the only words that had currently escaped from her own hot and heavy mouth were as follows: “mmm, what else wouldst thou likest for me to doeth next, master…?”
“Well, considering that you’d done a great job sucking me off, you can go ahead and eat Butter Munch out for her sake already…” the heavyset brunet retorted as he’d then witnessed Berry roll around in place, her fundament on display for both compeers to watch, “as far as I see it, this would be a nice exercise in pleasure for her to partake in with you since she can’t stop herself…”
“Okay then…” Opal stuttered as she’d crawled right over to her cherry counterpart’s side, the former’s hand now stretching the latter’s croup wide at once even though their owner’s orange orb were still facing Truffle and his drooping shaft altogether so to speak as both of the mares’ body were facing the flooring underneath themselves.
Slowly yet surely, the bright redhead jutted into Berry straightaway at once, sending out tingles throughout the latter’s body as heath eyes were tightly closed and quiet moans were suppressed in response. The stout redhead reopened them to look back quickly, watching in contentment now that Opal held both flanks firmly in tow, the latter’s muzzle buried at once running roundabout and within thoroughly. The heavyset brunet had grinned at the bright redhead’s actions, bringing out more pleasure from Berry as the former mare’s tongue was entrenched deeply into the latter’s callipygian fundament all the same. Like Apple Bloom, the stout redhead felt saliva curling down from the corner of her lips as the yellow double’s exploration gave way to hunger and thirst altogether, in spite of everything that took place.
In the meantime, Truffle gripped his wet yard with the same hand while taking aim at Berry’s croup stretched even further by Opal before forwarding her own tongue back inside, causing the former mare to tense up yet relax while giving out a loud moan for the remainders to hear now, “oh, daddy… please shove your horsecock inside me already; I need it so fucking bad now…!”
“Damn, you must be really enjoying yourself, despite your performance; I’d thought all that stimulation would tired you out…” the heavyset brunet had sighed, still watching the bright redhead permeate throughout her cherry correspondent’s very flanks overall, “better give you what you want; after all, her tongue inside your flanks are enough of an answer as is, Butter…”
“Do it: please fuck me rotten if you dare; I can’t take it any longer…!” Berry cried out with warmth now enveloping Opal within those folds as the former felt the latter’s subzero salivation now inside the very fundament altogether, still reaching down to her wet fork and furbishing it rhythmically, slurping and licking within much to Truffle’s delight.
A slobbering moan escaped the bright redhead’s mouth before licking deeper inside her cherry counterpart’s croup all the same: as appetizing it was to the former, the dryness sat in, prompting relent, release, and retraction of the same tongue instantaneously; after breaking away from the habit of it all, the heavyset brunet entered with a firm prepuce and purr too, “here I go, Berry…”
It wasn’t long until Truffle’s freshly exposed shaft now went inside of the titular mare’s flanks, causing the latter to grip tightly onto the hard surface underneath at once. At first, the movement started slowly before gaining some momentum steadily as the heavyset brunet held onto the fundament firmly with his fingernails gently dug in. Under no tiny amount of time whatsoever did the stout redhead had started feeling her wet sheath getting heated all of the sudden with pith and substance slick like water. Now, Berry was firmly aware of how her flowerbed had already burned about with such heated moisture accumulating about, less viscous than the hunger for some food. Along with the burning sensation upon their faces, the stout redhead now moaned loudly since her croup were occupied by Truffle alone, whom wasted no time thrusting. Much of their momentum was now increasing on and about almost immediately as the heavyset brunet still bounced up against Berry’s flanks rather abrasively altogether. With growing determination and expectation, it was only in a matter of moments Truffle gotten close enough to the stout redhead bursting, reacting to his very ingresses. Sure enough, it was only but a matter of time as Berry was losing control of her own body while her brunet lover had closed his eyes, sweating and moaning about as well.
“Please, Truffle…!” the stout redhead gurgled, calling out the aforementioned stallion’s name as she was still stroking her own supersaturated sheath all the same, “shuffle back into my dirty pussy and give me some truffle butter; I need some in there now already…!”
“Are you sure about that?” the heavyset brunet asked, pumping himself now slowly into Berry whom was so tensed up, an ongoing stream of achromatic liquid escaped from her flowerbed underneath.
Because of this, the stout redhead was crying out almost immediately as Truffle stopped himself midway, “give me truffle butter, please daddy…!”
“Okay…!” the heavyset brunet had said to Berry, gently pulling out of her only to enter her fork, “here I cum…!”
“TRUFFLE BUTTER, PLEASE SIR…!” the stout redhead bellowed, bucking her fundament against Truffle teasingly still dripping about.
A wicked smile grew over the heavyset brunet’s visage as he’d finally switched from Berry’s croup to her sheath, such slick loose lips being more than enough to make his rigid yard had finally shot into there for her to feel its warmth and his body arching forward to the point they were both becoming reminiscent of an acute angle, a far cry from the turn of events much earlier.
Truffle’s muzzle was now edging towards the stout redhead’s ear as he’d whispered real quietly inside of here, “how was that; pleased that we’d all came together, Butter Munch…?”
“Mmm… thank you, daddy Truffle; I needed that…” Berry had mewed, sighing about sensually as her brunet lover slid out with a tiny drenched pop, “it’s a good thing Babs and Opal are both here today as well; I had so much fun eating them both out back at Rosemound over a year ago, especially that creampie her coltfriend had made…”
“I know… I’d watched it happened: the fact that you two were tossing their salads for all that spunk inside them made me feel hot and bothered; besides, I was more ready to wreck the both of you…” the eponymous stallion snickered as he’d watched Berry turn back over again with an illustrious smile onto her face as well.
It didn’t take much for Opal to reenter into the conversation as is and speak to them at once, “we know that: I still remembered how sore my flanks were after you’d copulated inside of them as thou hadst with Berry’s whispering eye back at the party; although it was all in good fun, I still hadst a hard time sitting upright straightaway all the same in the following morrow no less…”
“Don’t worry, we’ll still have the whole morning to ourselves as well as the park too, just like everypony else in this very city…” the heavyset brunet tittered about before kissing the stout redhead on the lips briefly, uncaring of her brighter correspondent anyway, “plenty of time for some fun and games as we’d played in Rosemound…”
“Agreed…” Opal sighed as she’d watched both Truffle and Berry osculating about without even a care in the world whatsoever.
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 was made up of bronze earthenware tiles on the ground, richly reminiscent of the solid earth and the treasures it could have held. The walls were painted in vaguely obscure silver, a much arguably colorless shade than the very pleasant weather occurring outside the confines. Speaking of which, the gentle taps of wind were heard from above, courtesy of the skylight up above the flooring alongside the electrical lights. Accommodations were typical things including a long line of stalls, each containing a toilet and bidet inside along with some sinks out in front. In addition, there were also some showers nearby that were mostly active, contributing to the heat and moisture that grew right on the mirrors.
Amongst the few ponies that were found in attendance, a high yellow stallion was already in the fray gently covered in some hot white foam. A rather moderate shade of some true blue was found to be flowing out in a rough shape to the point of covering up both eyes straightaway. In regards to the utter lack of attire, he was already showing off his middleweight form alongside with the tumescent prepuce wafting aimlessly. Shown slathered on the yellow stallion’s very flanks was a gilded fork wrapped around neatly by an enormous red ribbon in the form of a bow.
“Oh, yeah… take it in… take it all in…” he’d muttered hoarsely, gripping his shaft tightly with the froth as his own choice of emollient.
The yellow stallion already found himself lost in the haze, already occupied with his shaft as he’d slid the fold to and from the tip slowly yet surely with the warm water and bubbly froth to aid the camp. He was soon to gain momentum as he’d started thrusting forward and back gently so as to avoid falling onto his back due to the slippery tiles; of course, he’d backed himself into a nearby corner only safely. Free to increase the pleasure, the yellow stallion furiously rubbed his moistened yard without a care for time and space, the perspiration and precipitation over his face doing little, if at all, to dissuade him. His chubby cheeks turned red like apples and not just on the face, the result of his passionate labor so close in coming to fruition right away, the very sensation within him had soon grown heightened.
At long last, the yellow stallion was satisfied, his creamy fluid escaped into the achromatic solution beneath as it suddenly went down the drain while the nerves and stamina in his whole body finally regained control almost immediately; needless to say, he was more than happy to take on the whole world, even as another voice had soon escaped into his ears, “howdy–do…!”
“Hah…!” he’d gasped, startled a bit yet standing his ground with a hint of relief, “oh, hey there, Bindle Stick…”
“How you doing, Lemonpuffs…?” the aforementioned visitor’s voice replied to the yellow stallion, pleasing to the touch in spite of being contactless.
Needless to say, the sounds of wet plops amongst the confines grew closer as the source finally made an appearance, graced with dignity and beauty at first glance. Bindle Stick was a light green pony wearing a blue mane and tail already flowing out from both cranium and dock respectively, a commonality shared with himself. Unlike the yellow stallion, the observer’s eyes were all freed to see anything, having donned a set of darker irises around pupils amongst the freckled moist skin. Compared to himself, Bindle Stick was in a state of extreme dishabille, wearing only a collar that had matched their very tresses from what he could’ve seen clearly. Aside from a satchel of berries worn upon the green pony’s flanks, this curvaceous yet bulky frame bore large bosoms, some muscles, thin waist, and a prepuce.
Despite the conflicting similarities between themselves, he’d still found the strength in speaking up to Bindle Stick already all the same, “it’s been a long time since I’d seen your pretty face around the summertime; as a matter of fact, I’m glad that I’m seeing more blue collars here than in Trottingham last time: that loner was still a little frigid about being the only one in the city…”
“I’m sorry to hear that; it must have been pretty lonely for somepony like her to attend a party with everyone else having fun…” the green pony sniggered, uncaring of Lemonpuffs’ comment or his own residual concupiscence altogether anyway so to speak of, “in any case, how was your day so far Lemonpuffs: pleased to find that New Horseleans is to your liking already…?”
“Who wouldn’t want to be there…?” the yellow stallion panted, his sweat mixing in with the water and mist seamlessly.
Bindle Stick blushed before moving towards him slowly but surely with a salacious sigh all the same, “I’ll admit, this is my first time being there as well: it’d have been nice had it been in February instead with all the parties they’d been hosting left and right this time of year; Diamond Tiara would’ve had a ball down there…”
“That I can agree with: Minituffs and I had spent most of our winter holidays at Trottingham, with and without our own foals…” Lemonpuffs simply replied coyly, still blushing about as the green pony joined right into the supersaturating fray immediately, “we have two vacation homes there: one to spend time with Cotton Puff and Lemon Drop; the other for our own private times.”
“Ah, an immigrant so to speak, not afraid to travel up and down Equestria if at all…” Bindle Stick said cleanly.
It didn’t take long for the yellow stallion in replying to the green pony, “not quite: we usually rent the houses out almost year round so to speak; that’s one of the ways we’ve been able to make our income to support ourselves altogether…”
“I bet that she’s having quite the time of her life with all that money in the bank as is, wouldn’t you agree with it, Lemonpuffs?” the green pony chuckled, turning around to show off haunches as a left hand rested on the shaft upfront of him instantaneously, “at the very least, you guys should be very happy with each other after all those years together, especially with the parties…”
“I agree: had we stayed in Trottingham any longer, we’d have gone broke altogether; at least Ponyville would make a great start for our kids now that the School of Friendship is open…” Lemonpuffs had responded whilst another source of liquid started getting emptied amongst the water.
Taking in another deep breath, Bindle Stick sighed, “speaking of which, I have a client from their in need of my services today: usually I don’t go into detail as to who wants a piece of me though considering the circumstances, I’m pretty sure you’d know the answer all too well; after all, who wouldn’t wanted to have so much fun at a water park like this no less…?”
“It’s nothing to be squeamish about: we’re all friends here, Bindle Stick; considering who’s hosting it all, we’d be flattered…” Lemonpuffs replied as his leftmost hand went back onto its owner’s yard for the green pony to see clearly all the same no less, “besides, stars like me aren’t the only ponies into such actions; Silver Wing has been carrying on with herself thanks to him.
I know it because I’d once watched Minituffs having the stripes fucked off of her by one of the Wonderbolts back at home months ago: he had a zebra whom was invited, acting as her plus one just like me and the others, Pipsqueak and another stallion like them as well; if anything, this was probably the first time I’d seen more zebras since we’d first went off to that party in Vanhoover.”
“That makes the both of us: I haven’t seen this many since last year; as a matter of fact, I don’t think I’d recalled seeing a male zebra there either…” Bindle Stick said before lowering herself to the adjacent yellow stallion almost immediately.
He’d then became silent for mere moments, staring at the green pony through his blinding mane: though calm on the outside at first, he didn’t seem sure what to make of it while being looked at; after all, the latter did happen to be feminine, save for one particular attribute the former shared.
Nevertheless, Lemonpuffs cracked a smile again while replying to Bindle Stick, “I’m pretty sure that day will come soon enough as is when you see one: after all, anything is possible now that Princess Twilight is calling the shots; for now, let’s just have a little fun with each other before we head back out now…”
“Agreed, we all have needs to be satisfied: at least ponies like us can do more than just watch how real stallions with dicks fuck…” the green pony roared rascally at the yellow stallion, still glancing right at his sodden prepuce with a profligate grin on the visage, “besides, you jacking off earlier like you’d done last year was more than enough to put a smile onto my face no less…”
Initially, Bindle Stick had utilized the two hands to knead his shaft around playfully like a joystick as if life depended on it; before long, the former’s own tongue slipped out and slowly slid about. Somewhat helplessly, all which Lemonpuffs could do was rest one of his hands over the sapphire mane, stroking and patting about based on the movement the green pony had made by licking up his yard.
“Good gobbler… just like that…” the yellow stallion had whispered quietly right into the occupying Bindle Stick’s ear, gritting his teeth when the jaded counterpart had currently forwarded both lips inwardly as he’d blushed about.
The green pony enjoyed the sheer fact of stimulating and syphoning his prepuce even to the point where he’d spread his gaskins a bit further to give the former some more room to lick around. Lemonpuffs could barely help himself but drool and blush every time he’d felt such hot and heavy lips going around his shaft prior to nestling between Bindle Stick’s massive bust anyway. Now with the yard sliding throughout until its point became seen underneath the adjacent chin, Bindle Stick now started squeezing her cleavage mutually on each side with such maniacal glee. The green pony swayed them up and down concomitantly while its owner’s tongue started to slip through and out below lips afore reaching the tip of the yellow stallion’s prepuce with salivation. He’d started getting aroused at what was getting done with only his soft moaning being the only sound being heard in the waterworks, driving the thought of going inside of Bindle Stick faster.
The green pony moaned hungrily as it wasn’t long until the sandwiching and tongue tickling around Lemonpuffs’ elongated shaft had caused it to splatter across the former’s very neckline and then dripped downward between the bared bosoms, “oh… shoot yer hot cum all over my tits…!”
“Hng… UNF…!” the yellow stallion growled loudly as he’d watched Bindle Stick currently becoming caked with the same–old fluids from before; afterwards, they’d broken apart at once, “damn, you still got it…!”
“Who doesn’t…?” the green pony chuckled before rinsing off cleanly again right afore his obscured line of sight.
At the very same moment in time, not much has changed with the environment itself: skylights remained colorful, mezzanines lit up, windows displayed clearly, attractions were moist, and lifeforms embracing passions. The only thing that changed was the music: now a composite series of strings and percussion with blaring bass tones were playing about acutely, a somewhat similar far cry from its brassy predecessor from earlier ago.
Out of many stagnant waters confined to their preset dimensions, one with two mares inside, Toola–Roola and Coconut Cream, were already in the throes of passion up to their own necks. As far as many could see clearly, their respective lips had grown closer to one another while they were left to their own devices, supersaturated by many compounds due to their current location. Such was case for the pair as they’d finally grew more eager than before, their muzzles finally opening up as one another passed, tongues finally slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. In any case whatsoever, Toola–Roola and Coconut Cream had already surrendered themselves to each other as their eyes were still closed, hands onto their targets’ shoulders all the very same. Still, neither of them had relented, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions still grew to no end in sight without a care at all.
Eventually, the pink pony was the first to break away from the osculation and said to her metallic correspondent, “oh, CiCi…”
“Too–Roo…” Coconut Cream cooed before opening up both eyes to find Toola–Roola in her line of sight due to their direct proximity, “I’m still wet…”
“I know that: I’m burning up inside too; let’s get out of the pool now…” the pink pony chuckled salaciously, prompting her and the metallic counterpart to go and swim over to one of the four sides where drier lands had still remained neatly upon the plane of existence that was their shared realm.
As soon as they’d started rising above the water, the only clothes that had remained were more fluid and transparent compared to the fabric from before. In spite of the mares being in the altogether, they were both unperturbed by the cold air awaiting themselves as they were quick to embrace other elements.
Nevertheless, Coconut Cream was the first to climb out of the pool, sitting at its sideline literally as Toola–Roola was now nestled betwixt the former’s cannons all the very while. Almost immediately, the pink pony had slowly slid right into her metallic correspondent’s velvet underground, earning a giggle from the latter as the former started licking away. Without any kind of resistance, Toola–Roola soon felt a hand resting on her wet mane upon directing her tongue in, no doubt a spontaneous response from Coconut Cream. All other options left for the lighter mare was to moan slowly yet loudly for her whispering eye was so tight, even as her pinker explorer soon ran her tongue around the gaskins. Because they were being spreaded further apart, Toola–Roola could barely go help herself but drooled every time that pink tongue went sliding in and out of Coconut Cream. At long last did the silvery mare gave out more small moans which then soon transformed into loud yelps of happiness the moment her pinker explorer had licked further inside. A sheer cold from the icy tongue had caused another clearer fluid from Coconut Cream to squirt onto Toola–Roola’s taste buds warmly in return, causing the former to collapse.
The silvery mare was left panting and moaning, staring at the glass ceiling and the light fixtures within them while the compounds onto her integuments were weighed down by gravity itself; afterwards, she’d said to her pinker explorer tiresomely, “Too–Roo, please eat me out already: I still can’t give up yet…”
“Wow… you know for such a strong baker, your body can really give up that easily…” Toola–Roola laughed softly whilst watching Coconut Cream roll around gently in place to lay flat on her own stomach, the latter displaying the wet flanks in front of the former to see clearly at close range, “no matter, we still have the whole morning to ourselves like everypony else in there…”
Gladly with the same tongue like so, the pink pony had jutted into the silver counterpart once more, sending tingles throughout the latter’s body as golden eyes were being shut rather tightly. Coconut Cream reopened them both to look back quickly, watching in contentment now that Toola–Roola held onto the former’s fundament firmly in grasp with the latter’s muzzle buried in. Running around and within thoroughly, the pink pony had still latched directly onto her silver correspondent despite stopping to lap at the adjacent nethermost region still directly underneath. As Toola–Roola was bringing out more pleasure each time her tongue switched back and forth repetitively, Coconut Cream felt her salivation curling down from the corner of her lips already. With the sensation of the pink pony’s exploration giving way to hunger and thirst, a deep desire in returning to their wares was all that remained as she’d stretched her silver counterpart’s croup. It wasn’t long until Toola–Roola had forwarded her very tongue back inside of Coconut Cream, causing the latter to give out another loud moan as both hands clawed the flooring underneath. The silvery mare started gurgling about at the thought of wanting to taste her pinker explorer’s lips again, the dribble from the latter’s tongue surpassed the point of wishing they’d not ceased. Nevertheless, Coconut Cream soon attempted to reach down to her own velvet underground and had started to furbish it rhythmically as Toola–Roola still permeated throughout all the while.
“Hah, it’s still so hot and horny; how about we go sixty–nine, Too–Roo: this time, you lay on your back and I get to call the shots up top…?” the silvery mare had moaned before finally pulling her hooves out of the water with a smile on her face for the pinker explorer to take note of straightaway.
Grinning back at Coconut Cream, Toola–Roola said, “okay… just please don’t crush me underneath though…”
The pink pony followed after the silver correspondent, their entire bodies from mane to hoof on full display as the former rested supine over the very ground; meanwhile, the latter wasted no time planting her whispering over the lips, both parties currently mutually inverted to each other. After aligning their mouths directly over their waistlines, both of mares had gotten a clear and present glimpse of their target’s sheaths etched within themselves, moistened by the water they were once inside of not too long ago and, in Coconut Cream’s case, Toola–Roola’s salivation. Soon enough, they’d both found their fingertips currently stretching the inner reaches of one another nethermost regions rather delicately, supersaturated by the recent performances made as the same liquid from there had stained every single one of them in mere seconds alone no less. The twosome felt the rest of their bodies crawling in their skin from the collective interactivity, mewling and squealing in delight before they’d proceeded to forward their own hot and heavy lips around each other’s leaking velvet underground all the same, uncaring of any bystanders. Each time the mares stimulated, swirled, and lapped at their whispering eyes, both integuments had started hardening from the synchronized sensualities; of the two, the pink pony had rested all hands onto her silver counterpart’s thighs gently, feeling the texture within at full force no less. Since their tongues were already intertwined with the nethermost regions, the somewhat still rather instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by their maws bringing themselves pleasure to each other, timing notwithstanding as they were left alone by everyone else in there.
Soon, their mouths, including the tongues within themselves, had started transferring so much stimulating pleasure shared quickly, now they were able to get their wishes; after all, their bliss was finite nonetheless and the past performances had served as proof when Coconut Cream rolled off of Toola–Roola and squealed, “isn’t New… Horseleans so… wonderful… Too–Roo?”
“Hah…” the pink pony sighed as her face was wet from all that collective fluid which her silver correspondent gave away recently, “I know… it’s been our… first time… together… and I’m still… at a loss… for words as… to how so… beautiful… it is here… it’s a shame… we don’t get… to see that… much here in… Ponyville… since we were… young, if at all… CiCi…”
“Yes indeed… it’s been a… long time since… we’ve both been… able to… leave the town… and go on… vacation… together… ever since… Trottingham… was such an… eyeopener…” Coconut Cream sighed as she’d crawled around to face Toola–Roola once more, this time with feelings of rest and relaxation acutely affixed upon their very visages despite the supersaturation.
It didn’t take long for the two mares to be face–to–face again like before, now higher and drier as by comparison as they’d returned to kissing each other passionately all the same, tasting each other’s compounds still lingering from their lips. As far as they could see now, they had one another for company themselves, lost in the echoes of their own little world as both sets of eyes were instantaneously mirrored despite their differences as well as because of them all the same perhaps. No amount of individuals like and unlike them could even tear them away from their passions altogether; after all, they were safe, just as everyone else was to do and say as they’d pleased, freed from all sorts of troubles: outside and/or in.
Of course, their secondary osculation was more brief than ever as four shadows had towered over them in an instant so to speak of: both Toola–Roola and Coconut Cream were quick to realize half of them belonged to Flutterbye and Rainbow Harmony already; as for the other, they were in dire need of an introduction by virtue of being relatively unknown in the former pair’s viewpoint. Like themselves, they were also mares whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance as far as they can see, possessing few commonalities such as lightweight bodies and blue collars; nevertheless, there were significant differences such as the lack of vibrant colors within their tresses from what the four could take note of as far as they were concerned currently altogether. For starters, here was one whose coat, although red–hot as a chili pepper, was much cooler to the touch like the waters nearby themselves and the air they’re still breathing inside and out already; standing nearby was a zebra with eyes of orchid blossoming about against her rather intricately monochromatic body of streaks therein, matching the tresses all the same by comparison no less. Secondment, the former had some brown hair, much like Truffle himself, yet they’d matched her eyes, frazzled and reddish whilst having a thick off–white stripe right down in the midst of it all; the latter’s short style was neatly straightened out to a fault but it did nothing at all whatsoever to deviate from their utter lack of color throughout almost all of the wearer’s body so to speak of. Thirdly, the highlighted redhead wore a big red heart in a bright color compared to the rest of her coat with some snow white wings sprouting outwardly on both sides resting onto her very flanks; the zebra had donned a flock of butterflies of all shapes and sizes but the only commonality amongst themselves were their grayscale schematics, failing to deviate from their wearer already. Even their facial structures almost had the observers confused due to their varying appearances, in spite of their commonalities: the former’s muzzle was rounded out to a fault like the rest of the mares but it was filled up with some anxiety and anticipation; the latter, however, was more boxy, possessing various angles and curvilinear base more fitting for the stallions in attendance. The most contentious piece of detail between the two mares standing out in about were their rather uniformed attires at once: the highlighted redhead wore a green maillot covering up most of her body save for the umbilicus outlined by a diamond; the zebra donned a goldenrod bandeau holding her sagging bust in place as it matched the thin shorts around the wearer’s loins anyway.
Out of the standing foursome staring at their supine peers in the altogether, the onlooker in green was the first in speaking out no less, “oh, hey girls; I hope we’re not interrupting anything at all: you two seem to having quite a good time together…”
“Morning, Tails; we weren’t expecting you to attend the party here like last time or the first: how was New Horseleans treating you so far…?” the pink lounger had quickly asked the titular tenant almost instantaneously, beating her silver counterpart to the punch by a mere fraction of a second no less.
It didn’t take much for the highlighted redhead to answer Toola–Roola at once for the others to hear, “great, it’s just that I’d never thought I’d be here of all places, let alone meet up with my old friends, Snips and Snails; oddly enough, it seems obvious that I’m not the only redhead who was invited to the party, let alone with a plus one: even though Trefoil’s there, she’s not mine…”
“We know that all too well: Savannah and Rumble came here as well because somepony slipped her an invite about a month ago…” Coconut Cream replied as she’d began to take a stand, uncaring of how she and her pinker friend were still clad in both air and water, “I know for a fact ponies like us and you two got our invites because of our manes ever since Vanhoover last year.”
“I wish I’d been to Vanhoover though; it’d have seemed the Cutie Mark Crusaders had made it out to be a breathtaking experience: all the sights and sounds, especially considering they had a water park nearby the ocean those mares went to with their friends and family too no less…” affirmed Tails whom looked away at the surface area of the achromatic fluid nearby themselves.
Rainbow Harmony only took note of this and calmly asked the highlighted redhead immediately, “are you okay, Tails: you look like you’re a little nervous about the whole thing; is there something you want to talk about now…?”
“Oh, it’s nothing really; it’s just that I wasn’t expecting the next party to be so raunchy like before: over half of us are nude…” the eponymous mare answered freely as she’d then turned to face the pink pegasus nearby her, despite wearing the skimpy bikini, “I should’ve honestly expected it considering the likes of Smudge Proof yet this is no better than a naturist colony…”
“Calm down, it’s not like you have to show up here naked; this party is clothing optional, hence ‘invitation only’ altogether…” Flutterbye had joined into the conversation, speaking out as well to the highlighted redhead almost instantaneously no less, “besides, not everypony is interested in having sex with each other, at least not right now; some of us want to go for a swim instead.”
“Indeed, the three of us, Flutterbye, Pipsqueak, and I, have been intrigued by the sight and sounds in New Horseleans ponies can try: cuisines and landmarks define this metropolis Equestria built for any event by misters and misses…” said the monochromatic loner as well, walking over towards the fruity pegasus’ side without any hesitation whatsoever so to speak of.
Tails backed from the two yet still had retained the courage in replying to both Flutterbye and the zebra all the very same no less, “you’re right, Samoa, it’s been a while since I’d been able to go anywhere in Equestria lately, let alone beyond the mainland no less: Rosemound left me rather squeamish when I’d first gone to Smudge Proof’s party; now, my reactions have simply waned. Even now, I’ve been using my friends, Snips and Snails as training wheels just because we’d all grew up together in Ponyville; as a matter of fact, I can still see the whole thing repeat itself again ‘cause of how similar the whole party is by comparison: Babs and Twist are there to keep them company and they still have more than enough time to themselves enjoying all of this.”
“Just like us, CiCi and I had been strengthening our bonds together ever since we’d been to Rosemound over a year ago…” Toola–Roola chimed back in, holding her silver correspondent’s hand without bias or fear within themselves or even from others, “even before, I’m very sure that you’d already heard the whole entire story about how we’d met as is, especially considering–––”
“Hey, let’s try and have some fun like the invite said we should: after all, it’ll be lunchtime soon and we still have a long way to go before and after then; besides, too much information exists for a reason, Too–Roo…!” Coconut Cream interjected instantaneously, catching her pinker friend off–guard as a peck onto the cheek was made by the former with little warning whatsoever.
In any case, the highlighted redhead also began to blush as well, laughing sheepishly at what had just unfold between their two unclothed peers afore heading off to wherever else within the confined space altogether, followed after by the remaining others as well as far as she was concerned about all of this and that, factors and products notwithstanding so to speak of no less.
Unbeknownst to the sextet, Bindle Stick was now found to be kneeling about nearby the water, accompanied by two mares upfront also in the altogether bearing many significant differences. Of the duo, one of them was coated in a pinkish scheme, wearing locks of both purple and white while the other donned a gray braiding with tresses lighter than that despite being just as young. Secondly, the colorful mare had only bore some adventurous azure around the amorous pupils whereas her metallic counterpart wore brilliant violets contained by the light blue spectacles. Though both curvaceous, the pink tenant possessed a smaller cleavage with thickly tinted plums while the young gray correspondent was more ample than the former, painted a scanner darkly. Because of the utter lack of textiles, their flanks were especially enough to differentiate the duo: the colorful attendant wore another blue crown, the latter bore a steely spoon with an amethyst. With that said, they also had some collars already worn around the necklines like the green pony: the pink tenant had only donned some jet black; the silvery counterpart wore a reddish scheme.
Standing right up in front of the three mismatched equines was another orange stallion with his hands over its owner’s saturated and mucilaginous yard. Only a rather moderate shade of some azure tresses were already found to be slicked back neatly, already matching his eyes which the colorful mare had. Like many still in attendance, the orange stallion was also in the altogether, showing off his own limber frame compared to the likes of Tender Taps here. Donned over his very flanks were a simplistic illustration of a ligneous bat already accompanied by a white sphere inches away from each other already.
Of the two mares whom were moaning and squealing about, the pink pony was the first to break away from the metallic velvet underground beneath just as Bindle Stick pushed into her at once, “fuck yeah, ream your huge cock inside me, shemale…!”
“Just tell your… little gray friend… to hold you tight; I’m about to… cum real soon here…!” the green pony spat out huskily as the crowned fundament was still being secured anyway, despite the throes of concupiscence the three of them were in, “almost… almost…”
“AHHHN…!” the colorful mare mewed before breaking away from both equines straightaway: unlike Bindle Stick who still maintained composure, the young gray correspondent was soaked with the former’s deluge; at the same time, the orange stallion also unloaded in the moistened whispering eye belonging to the latter mare, his extract landing on the wet and messy coat too.
As soon as the green pony finally gave way, the metallic tenant had sighed joyfully, “oh, Diamond Tiara… how was all that hard fucking; wouldn’t you agree that coming to this place was a great idea…?”
“I know: I mean this is the first time we’d been to New Horseleans together; all that hot air and sunlight didn’t even stop us…” the aforementioned pony answered the bespectacled lounger in an instant no less so to speak of, struggling to maintain integrity, “the water is just so invigorating, Silver Spoon; nothing like Vanhoover but still good enough to keep us all cool…”
“Indeed it is, Ditty: this resort maybe for little baby ponies, yet even the notion of hosting a super sweet sixteen here would be a challenge for many parents to host knowing what can happen…” the titular tenant sighed as she’d crawled over to her pink friend’s side until they were currently face–to–face with one another, their moist skin having already made contact yet again no less.
Blushing about, Diamond Tiara had giggled to the young gray mare, “that and the fact it’s still sunny outside; thankfully, the glass windows themselves are just like the ones from that resort we’d went to last year: one–way only – nopony outside can see us but we can see the scenery from the comforts of our hot and sexy party…”
It didn’t take long for both of them to locked lips almost immediately, cloaked in sweat, saps, and saliva before the waters beneath them had cleaned it straightaway. As far as anyone can see now, he and Bindle Stick could barely believe what was happening: the affluent twosome were now right within their mutual embrace at once. With these mares currently biting their lips and tongues as well as each other rather gently all throughout, they were cooperative, collaborating so as to become easy. Every second spent trading kisses with one another was bliss; not even the other fluids from before dared to deter the twosome at all, not that any of them minded. The two others whom were literally standing by was firmly aware of the differences they’d both possessed alongside their few commonalities simply through touching. Right throughout their own lidded eyes, the very irises instantaneously met with a subdued clash of shades, hue, and cry in between their own shared concupiscent ways. Already lost in the moment of the passing times, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were both still tongue–tied by their momentary lust among themselves, flailing about.
“Speaking of which, don’t you think it’s about high time that I go get in on the action now…?” the orange stallion said to the metallic mare whom turned around to give him a frolicsome nod, “now then…”
“Ooh, it’s still so hot: I should’ve let you put your wienie in me before you’d came, First Base!” Silver Spoon exclaimed coyly after he’d knelt.
The young gray mare lolled her tongue, sensing the eponymous equine’s shaft shoved into her fundament with little warning only to recoil as Diamond Tiara felt the sudden addition of force. The fact the orange stallion was now lodged within Silver Spoon had made him more hot and bothered than ever, feeling her croup contract every push and pull along the brief moments. Despite being on top of the pink pony, the young gray mare maintained a tighter grip with their mews growing loud with each passing thrust through stirring about with momentum so to speak. First Base soon paused for a moment to savor the feeling of Silver Spoon’s callipygian muscles and the collective solution produced by her and Diamond Tiara’s previous performance overall. Needless to say, the orange stallion started slamming into the young gray mare as hard as possible, causing her to tense up yet relax despite the lack of ease and moisture deep within her. Pumping further inward, First Base had delivered more crushing blows to Silver Spoon in a steady rhythm prior to unloading the deluge right on the pink pony’s nethermost regions at once.
Sure enough, the orange stallion bucked his hips into the young gray mare fast and loose, letting out a loud moan along some more to little end in sight as he relented immediately afterwards; she’d broke away from him easily just as a small string of white liquid right in between them did so too while Diamond Tiara felt the collective weight off of her own body becoming lightened.
Needless to say, the pink pony had some breathing room relinquished back to her again so she can exhale, “fuck, first Twist and now you: at this rate, you may as well be on the way to be the next anal slut; even though he’d took you from behind, the least he’d do for you is let that womb of yours be filled with another foal of your own…”
“Oh, come on, Ditty… it’s not like we didn’t want to: I barely had any time to myself lately since Sweet Victory was born…” Silver Spoon simply said to Diamond Tiara blithely, sitting up straight on their haunches almost immediately so to speak no less, “anyways, I was hoping that you’d have the courage to invite a special someone over instead; what had happened, Ditty…?”
“We still have a long way to go before that could happen: even though things have patched up between mom and dad lately, I don’t think they’d take kindly to him, especially considering how they’ll react should I do so; even they can tell the difference between Diamond Dogs and him…” the pink pony prattled on to her metallic counterpart before sitting upright too, albeit on knees.
The green pony soon interjected abruptly, “please don’t tell me you’re into that kind of thing, are ya?!”
“No, no, not at all: he’s a foreigner who’s been living in Equestria as well, not like one of those pets Applejack’s family has here!” Diamond Tiara sputtered about in shock as she’d waved both of her hands at Bindle Stick almost rather immediately for the others, “besides, even though that Equestria’s on good ties with Caninia, there’s still the matter of what had taken place before…”
“I guess some things don’t change: even in Equestria, there are are some who made your mother look like a joke and she’s a gold–digging philanderer; as a matter of fact, they make us look like a joke – we were bullies back then and not just because of our parents… no offense, Ditty…” Silver Spoon spoken indignantly altogether.
Just as First Base was agape at the young gray mare’s comment, her pinker friend simply said, “none taken…”
“Now that I think about it, I wonder how was Babs Seed: I haven’t been able to see her since last year when we’d started college…” Silver Spoon worded up, bearing a much more placid tone compared to last time as far as the others nearby could hear clearly, “what do you think she’d been doing ever since that day no less…?”
“Not much for the most part, though from what I’d heard, she was in some painting with Smudge Proof and Silver Wing since; as a matter of fact, it’d used to be in a museum months ago until somepony ended up destroying it in broad daylight no less…” Diamond Tiara had soon answered her metallic friend almost immediately without any hesitation or trepidation at all whatsoever.
As this was going on, Apple Bloom, Twist, and Babs were off in the distance, all devoid of their swimwear panting and moaning about in synchronicity while Tender Taps, Snails, and Snips were plowing their yard into their respective targets’ flanks, their visages slathered in scarlet from the concupiscence they were indulging themselves into. Out of the paired troika, the heavyset ginger was taking his precious time already exploring the confines of the bronze redhead, his fleshy prepuce nestled within the very edges of her own fundament as they slid in and out of themselves at a slow and steady pace, something in which the others nearby were still aware of nevertheless so to speak. Even though that remaining mares were in the same actionable position as Babs herself were already given a more rough and tumble fashion, they were still overwhelmed by more than enough lust to distract themselves from the textures of their respective stallions abaft, still entering and exiting at their own different speeds all the same. Anyways, the beige redhead was the most pleasured from her other counterparts’ excursion, moaning the loudest as her croup were being redden by Snails’ direct hands–on efforts, the bared integuments galling off from each other’s constantly close contact they, like the others were already engaged no less as far as they were still concerned.
In a matter of minutes, the yellow redhead was the first to squeal loudly in delight, “AHN~ AH CAN FEEL MAH INSIDES STIRRING ABOUT…!”
“NGH…!” the orange stallion grunted as he and Apple Bloom soon broke away from one another, watching as she’d collapsed onto the solid surface with his extract coagulating within her flanks with a lustful smirk, “you’ve barely changed a bit, haven’t you, Apple Bloom…? Last year, you and your marefriend had no problem letting us stallions into your flankhole, even now, it seems your slutty butt can’t take my huge cock in there; it’s no wonder why Twist is so popular ever since Rosemound – she can handle yourself getting wrecked by ponies like her coltfriend Snails…! At least she and your cousins were able to hold their own when it came to secret butt fun, something your friends can relate to after all these years; even Seed had been keeping his cock firmly into some Griffonstone flank and he’s into snakes and ladders ever since Day Camp.”
“Ahh… Ten–Ten, you’re so rough… but Ah like it…” the yellow redhead panted as her coat was becoming stained by solutions from Tender Taps.
The bronze compeer looked on to find Apple Bloom sprawled about and grunted about, “well, we can just… agree on one ding… Tender Taps had… a good mind to… go and do you… really good… even after… you’d all of his… cock inside dere… you’re still begging… for more action… and adventure…!”
“I know; even… after all that… it still isn’t… enough for me… to be at least… satisfied with… it all inside… me already…” the yellow redhead mewed as she’d found herself further soiled by her loins leaking about with a gilded fluid escaping outward, “sorry ‘bout that… Ah couldn’t help… mahself: it’d seemed… all of that much… hard fucking wrecked… mah urethra…”
“You know, Tendy… my dear cousin… may as well need… it already… after what you’d done… to her, it’s still… nice for herself… to clean up once… after all, New… Horseleans’ water… park has enough… chlorine balance… for both pleasure… and cleansing too…” Babs sigh, looking away from Apple Bloom with nervous intrigue as the cobalt unicorn ceased.
It wasn’t long until Twist crawled away from the gilded unicorn and moved her smirking muzzle over onto the yellow redhead’s velvet undergound, prompting him to speak to the former at once, “are you sure you want to do this, Twist…? You’ve just heard Apple Bloom confess to going number one in the pool not too long ago…”
“I know but I jutht can’t let a delicate young mare go on looking and feeling like thith; after all, I don’t mind kithing otherth like her: her friendth and couthin made me feel comfortable about it…” the beige redhead answered as her aforementioned friend crawled out of the pool at once, “bethideth, I’m betting that Apple Bloom already…”
“Hah…!” was all that the yellow redhead could say as Twist started lapping at the concoctions upon the former’s lap after licking the first batch.
In any case, Snails didn’t even object to what the beige redhead was doing now, already shoving his shaft into her fundament as she’d started exploring Apple Bloom’s whispering eye almost immediately so to speak.
While this was happening, a blue unicorn was literally sitting at the sidelines, much like what the pink pegasus had done before, albeit joyful. He’d worn some tresses with two differing colors but unlike shades vying for dominance, his only consisted of cerulean and amber spikes. Of course, the blue unicorn was wearing a pair of red board shorts, showing off his limber but athletic frame as he was moisten with water. Nevertheless, another commonality they had shared was their coldly colored pupils: in his case, it was warmer, a darker shade than the coat.
“To be young and in love; what a time to be alive…” the blue unicorn cerebrated as he was watching his peers inside of the complex, already occupied with themselves and the others too all the same.
Unbeknownst to him, one lone gilded mare was found to be standing behind straightaway, no doubt a tenant much like the former alone. Regions of raspberry and rose were found running away all throughout her tresses, two colors already speaking loudly and proudly about. Found on the gilded mare’s tresses were light lavender bows resting at the near end, holding them in place despite being of a smaller size. Around her luxurious pupils, circles of sea green were already widened with her coy smile as they’d been both offset by some larger cyan. In regards to the gilded mare’s attire, all that she wore was a red collar around the neckline and a white bikini barely covering her modesty. Considering the near lack of clothing thereof, her very body had showed off the moderate bust, miniature umbilicus, and slender waistline. Resting upon her flanks was a blue feathery quill writing down a black line, one piece of irony gone unnoticed since her body was clean.
At this particular moment in time, the gilded mare was carrying a pair of canteens in her hands when she’d greeted the blue unicorn immediately, “Skeedaddle, are you ready for this…?”
“Anything for you, my lovely Kettle…” the eponymous stallion soon answered as she’d bared her cleavage with little warning whatsoever, “oh my Celestia…!”
“Mm…!” Kettle moaned as her friend had started latching onto her more petite cleavage, feeling the latter’s tongue swirling away.
The blue unicorn fondled the other bosom slowly with his fingertips, drinking in the flavorful liquid from the gilded mare’s nubbins before licking in between them while leaving behind ribbons of salivation. Kettle’s moaning started to intensify when she’d felt Skeedaddle’s teeth started chewing over the bust, causing the former’s hands to rest on the latter’s back as milk spurted from them and went inside, sending chills. The otherwise dirty deed continued onward for merely a few minutes until the blue unicorn lifted himself upwardly to the gilded mare’s lips, kissing her once again as she’d tasted her own liquid glands soon enough.
In the perceptions of many, moisture is usually formed with water, one out of many elements that provide subsistence: one of them was in the form and function of perspiration, seeping out from the skin of many as it usually had a similarity to saltwater itself; however, it was already accompanied by fear and fury conjoined together in a rather slow yet steady boil in the mix. Of course, such was the prevailing truth in a lone sterile environment so clean and pristine to a fault that even the most stubborn of stains can be washed away with the utmost effort alongside the rightly portioned compounds and solutions when exposed to the right temperature: the active nozzles themselves were irrefutable proof of this very matter thanks to their precipitations. That being said, the mists and hazes conceived from the continuous downpour contributed to the already hot and heavy atmosphere, even going so far as to affect the visibilities of any lifeform whatsoever trapped deeply within them; however, the only consolation which it had offered was a rather neutral scent that masked the area away from all of the others nearby so to speak of. After all, considering their very purpose overall, it was also certain that these showers weren’t the sole utility in this part of the already clouded room, let alone the only section of the area in and of themselves; as a matter of fact, it was nevertheless most likely that at least one individual in question was in there using one of them as of this particularly passing moment in time.
Out of the few, Coconut Cream was still in the altogether overall, now washing her hands as she barely paid some attention whatsoever to her steamy reflection up in front. The amber eyes were filled with concupiscence and relief as the sweat off of these brows became mixed with the water and foam already swirling into the drain underneath. Of course, the silver heavyweight was firmly aware of the fact her upper limbs weren’t the only places on her already moistened considering the environment she was in.
“Hah… what a relief…” she’d cerebrated as a small grasp of water within her hands was doused onto her perspiring face, the cold soft feeling as well as the texture had soon made its way down the mane and coat.
Shivering about, Coconut Cream heard a voice enter her ears, “CiCi, I’m coming out soon; are you ready…?”
“Yeah, I’ll be right with you shortly…” the silver heavyweight answered back, shutting the steely faucet off completely as both of her hands became cleaned again; afterwards, she’d quickly turned around and started walking away, “Too–Roo, what do you want to do next for the time being…?”
“Just some cuddling for the time being; my pussy’s still sore after what you’d done to me…” Toola–Roola’s voice replied.
In spite of the mist, Coconut Cream paced herself away from the sink and followed the source of it all, finding a shadow within along with some running waters in an arc. At first glance, the heavyweight observer assumed that said form in question belonged to her fit friend; after all, the latter had given the former a reason to even be here. Nevertheless, Coconut Cream was also aware that neither of them was alone, despite the rather near lacking of other ponies, much less mares like her and Toola–Roola.
Of course, whomever the silver heavyweight had encounter wasn’t even an equine of any kind to begin with: rather, it was a lioness instead so to speak of. Like fur, much of the leaner body was covered thinly, many of which were pink like a rose to the point Coconut Cream could see a tuft of it from the scalp. Found upon the pink lioness’ face wasn’t a muzzle but a wrinkled nose, blacken as the nighttime sky yet gentle enough to seize the daylights nevertheless. Regarding the outward attire, a blue collar had been adorning the very owner’s neck, matching the eyes as well, both of which were all gentle to a fault. The pink lioness’ bouncy bosoms were more than enough to serve as a key difference between herself and the silver heavyweight themselves altogether.
Speaking of which, before Coconut Cream could even say anything, the true blue speaker cut ahead of the curve with a greeting, “hi, there…”
“Hello, Well Spoken; how are you doing today…?” the silver heavyweight coughed up quickly, “I take that New Horseleans is treating you well…”
“I’m great and it’s a pleasure to see you again; this must be the Big Easy my friends have been talking about recently: to be honest, this isn’t the first time I’ve been to a water park, let alone one closed for a private party…” the tickled pink lioness had answered Coconut Cream almost instantaneously so to speak of no less.
Noticing an outstretched paw, the silver heavyweight shook it and said to Well Spoken at once, “this is actually the second party I’d been to that’s like it: Too–Roo and I had first went to Vanhoover last year for our first such private party together; is this your first time in New Horseleans…?”
“Of course: Primrose and I have been able to travel back to Equestria again ever since we’d been first invited to Rosemound…” the pink lioness had answered confidently, shivering about to and fro despite being showered in some warm water nevertheless, “at least it wasn’t on Hearths Warming; anyways, is this your first time here…?”
“Yes… Too–Roo and I came here together because of the invite; for what it was worth, it was a good thing that summer had just begun earlier: I heard that this resort is usually packed in late winter when Hearts and Hooves Day wasn’t the only holiday in the making so to speak of…” Coconut Cream retorted as she’d started to sweat as well.
Well Spoken then said to the silver heavyweight out of confusion, “wait, it also snows in here too…?”
“Not at all as far as I know: it’s on a flatter surface, especially considering the terrain; even if it were the case, it’s still rare…” Coconut Cream replied to the pink lioness immediately, washing away the perspiration right off the former’s very body no less, “there’s really nothing to worry about now since it’s not that season to worry about at large, at least from where we can see it…”
“I take that it’s such a nice place to visit: fine dining, beautiful sights, even the climate…!” Well Spoken had exclaimed to the silver heavyweight.
“I heard that…!” the pink pony interjected, catching both the silver heavyweight and the pink lioness off–guard as the former had materialized before them both, “I’d never said anything about what CiCi had said earlier…”
“Oh, hi there, I didn’t know that you were nearby; I tried calling out to see if anybody else was here earlier but I guess I was wrong…” Well Spoken replied as water dripped down from Toola–Roola’s tresses and coating, still wearing her red collar around the neckline.
With a roll of the eye, the pink pony paid no mind and prattled about, “this is just like that time I came looking for CiCi in the shower last year at Vanhoover; at this rate, it’s nothing more than predictable to a fault from what I can tell: as a matter of fact, there was only one griffin that came to the party there. Her name was Gabriella and she showed up with a coltfriend of her own from the schoolhouse by the name of Cucumber Seed; he was some snake–charmer who found his calling back at the Cutie Mark Crusaders’ Day Camp when he was young. Neither of us paid any mind whatsoever on the account of being really into each other and the like, and I mean really into each other: I remember talking to her about anal sex and how interested she was into it overall…”
“Oh, I didn’t know that; I never had somebody put something like that into my tail…” the pink lioness sighed in a heavy tone camouflaging with the environment the threesome were still in, “I’m not sure how Primrose would even take it…”
“What do you mean by that; is she really that nervous about the whole thing no less…?” Coconut Cream inquired all of the sudden with Toola–Roola unfazed.
Smiling wide, Well Spoken replied, “I’m afraid so and I can’t blame her for that: Primrose is still not considering it so I won’t force the issue at all…”
“Oh, I see now…” the silver heavyweight said in a neutral tone at the pink lioness’ answer already, “you know, Twist’s really big into anal and not just with other stallions’ dicks: I’d remembered Babs and Opal eating her out regardless of whom came into her plothole; it kind of reminds me of that time Plaid Stripes ate Do–Si–Do out back at Trottingham months ago…”
“Really…?” Well Spoken gasped instantly.
Coconut Cream maintained her composure and said, “yeah, Flutterbye and Rainbow Harmony were watching it happen back then but it was nothing too serious whatsoever; after all, from what they’d told us, they were all having fun there like they were all the very same so to speak of.”
“At least it’s not like the times before Equestria’s founding: no one’s at each other’s throats this time around; just some good, good smiles all–round…” the pink lioness had laughed a bit before starting to leave this place right away with the two equines following suit, “besides, let’s finish up and head on out of the door; I think she’s just about finished with freshening up by now…”
They did, of course, the wonders of the environment itself still no different from before in their entirety so to speak of; the only exception was the music, melodic winds and wires with the occasional striking of keys were playing acutely: together, they were the epitome of both refinement and gentleness, a greater far cry from its prior percussive predecessor.
Notably, there happened to be at least two individuals whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance resting against the railing, in the altogether like many of their peers around them all. Each of them currently possessed only a few certain common traits: hierophant green irises already reeking of libidinousness and a deep crimson hue donned upon both of their very faces. Of course, there were some significant differences that perhaps one observer would’ve taken notice therein, aside from their heated sweating bodies displaying their own contrasting forms.
A bulky copper yak lain prone with a fullest form as two braids of some matching hair circled around both ears with baby blue barrettes: a rubicund collar around the neckline was all that was needed for the others to know its wearer was feminine to a fault, despite the abundance of fur over the very body; of course, all that she’d wore were some goldenrod bracelets and anklets. Abaft was a singular shamrock stallion with eyes and tresses in various shades of the same color, especially given the fact the latter had clashed in between opalescence and aquamarine; like her, he, too, was in the altogether, showing off a lightweight body with flanks bearing a small bale of turtles swimming stagnantly together in a finite sea of emerald splash making up the formation.
He’d already taken aim at the singular yak’s fundament, having spread them apart with both hands before jutting right away into her at once, his tongue sending tingles throughout her body. Shutting both eyelids tightly, she’d suppressed quiet moans before reopening them immediately, too contented to look directly at the shamrock stallion still latched onto her breech all the same.
With his muzzle buried inside at once running around and within so thoroughly, he’d briefly stopped to lap at the adjacent sheath beneath the yak’s croup, yielding out even more pleasure. Each time the shamrock stallion’s tongue had switched back to the fundament and vice versa repetitively, she’d found herself drooling with hunger and thirst from his exploration therein. Needless to say, he’d stretched the yak’s fundament a bit wider before forwarding his tongue back inside, causing her to close her emerald splashed eyes again and give out a louder moan. She’d started gurgling about as the dribble from the shamrock stallion’s tongue surpassed the point of wishing for a more interactive way of observation and support regarding his actions.
“Hng… please go on, Sandbar: eat Yona out; yak so hot, about to burst soon…” the singular yak had mewed sensuously as the titular tenant still tapped into her tight breech with his very tongue before it was time to take it all out; of course, this had left her so bewildered from the otherwise sudden timing yet she was still ready for him to make his next move all the same so to speak of.
At this point in time, the shamrock stallion was currently kneeling upwardly with his prepuce pointing merely inches away from her soiled ingresses in the loose grip of his own left hand, calm on the outside but thinking all throughout the time while staring at them in a slight trance, “okay Sandbar, this is just like what we did back at Trottingham months ago, nothing more…”
It wasn’t even long until his freshly exposed shaft had soon went inside of Yona’s croup, causing the latter to let out a big sigh as she’d still planted her hands onto the soft carpeting all the while. At first, the movement had begun tardily before gaining some momentum steadily as Sandbar clung onto the singular yak firmly, his fingernails soon gently digging deep into her thick fur. Under no tiny amount of time whatsoever did she’d started feeling her flowerbed getting heated up all of the sudden with its pith and substance slick like water that remained nearby underneath. Firmly aware of how they were both already burning about with such hot moisture accumulating about with less viscosity, the shamrock stallion pumped himself further in and out without care. So much of the momentum had now increased on and about almost immediately as he’d still bounced against Yona with mutually growing satisfaction cleanly despite their own differences. It was only in a matter of moments Sandbar had gotten close enough to unleash a discharge into the singular yak, her fundament now reacting to the repetitive incursions as their frictions grew. Sure enough, time was of the essence for the likes of them: she’d already lost control of her own body while the shamrock stallion had clenched his eyelids, both individuals perspiring profusely. In spite of the conflicting body temperatures overall, Yona was beyond pleasured with his choice in the matter, having come to terms with the near future awaiting themselves all the same no less. With that said, although the singular yak had yearned for the lengthwise to be sparsed along, she and Sandbar were already on the verge of bursting about eventually, something the latter knew.
“Don’t give up… Yona almost there…!” she’d pleaded as her callipygian muscles contracted whereas the shamrock stallion’s yard swelled within before the most latest reentry had caused him to burst; before long, he was squirting his extract into her breech with its excesses covering the edges as well as around him still buried deep inside, “OOOOOOOOOOOH, SANDBAR…!”
“AHN…!” was all that he could say, panting and huffing about as a wet squelch was felt between him and Yona, much of the solution still remaining in their respective placements as his kneecaps gave way; afterwards, he’d rested facedown onto her back, red with exhaustion yet filled with the delight shared in their wet and messy reality they were still inside of nonetheless.
The singular yak felt the lungs inside her body and the air within them now becoming stabilized after what Sandbar had done to her, too overwhelmed with concupiscence to feel the weight and pressure onto her own back increase thanks to his recent actions.
Just when it seemed they were going to have some time and space to themselves quietly, another loud feminine voice resonated in their ears right away, “oh, yeah, Trey; fuck me rotten…!”
Further away from them were two mares, on a bench, also in the altogether, both alike in fair dignity at first as they possessed certain commonalities: coldly colored irises, height and stature, and sweat over their bodies; of course, there were many significant differences between them. Speaking of the two, they were the ones already close together to get lost in the throes of passion throughout the passing times: for starters, one of them was a lemony pegasus with darker tresses too while the other was a minty unicorn with teal tresses accented by brighter stripes overall. Secondly, there was also but a slight difference in retinal composition between the mismatched two: only the blonde bore a lone nevus underneath one of her glowing green eyes whereas the minted counterpart had worn some brilliant sky blue containing illustrious excitement within. Out of the two equines in question, the lemony pegasus had a buxom formation with a thickly tinted pinkness while the minty unicorn was more petite, painted in a scanner darkly; in addition, while the former wore colorful nosegays, the latter carried a trio of curved arrows trailing about. Like many of the visitors around themselves, they were both devoid of textiles completely, save for collars already worn around the necks red like the concupiscence enveloping the majority; with that said, the blonde sat over the jaded counterpart whom wore an artificial protuberance.
“That’s right, Savannah, you’re almost there; it won’t be long now…” the minty unicorn ruminated as she was pushing up into the lemony pegasus while latching at the sheath and bosom up in front, “one more push…”
“AHN~ no wonder why Tails likes you so much: you’re so confident in your abilities to please a mare such as myself, Trefoil…” the aforementioned blonde moaned as she’d felt her own prodded flowerbed becoming more loose with liquid shooting out from there instantaneously, thanks to the jaded counterpart.
The eponymous mare had sighed softly before pecking Savannah on the cheek without a care in the whole wide world they’re still in, “it’s actually a good thing thing that she was invited this time; she must have loved the party that he’s throwing us: all that warm water and the attractions too…”
“Hah…!” the lemony pegasus then exhaled, sliding off of the minty unicorn’s lap to the only free space nearby before speaking, “at least she’s not sitting this one out from what we can see; our friends Tag–A–Long and Do–Si–Do haven’t shown up today and I think I know why: at least she has foals to take care of in the meantime…”
“In any case, you seem to be at ease with your coltfriend going with you to New Horseleans: I’d thought you and Rumble were going to sit this one out this time around or something like that; come to think of it, how was his brother Thunderlane…?” Trefoil had spoken to Savannah as they were briefly watching the others going about their own ways all the very same no less.
The lemony pegasus had simply answered the minty unicorn without any kind of hesitation within the former whatsoever, “he’s doing great as far as he’d told me recently months ago: I’d heard that they’ve been taking their roles as parents really well, even though they met some friends of a similar kind no less…”
“Yeah, I believe we’d met them at the last party back in Trottingham; to be honest, this was the first time I’d met him in real life…” Trefoil replied as she’d noticed a pair of zebras taking turns kissing each other from afar with a few stallions watching them no less, “wasn’t expecting him to be a Wonderbolt of all things, let alone one to show up here of all places…”
“You should’ve seen his wife Zula: apparently they’d have a great time at home alone with each other; of course, I could’ve said the same thing of our friend Samoa, especially who’s she with…” Savannah simply sighed softly as she’d stared at the skylights above themselves so to speak of.
Needless to say, the lemony pegasus started to stand up, prompting the minty unicorn to follow suit as the latter said, “I’m thirsty: I think it’s about high–time for a glass of tea; do you want something to drink too, Savvy…?”
“Not a bit, though I would like some biscuits; I am feeling kind of peckish so to speak…” Savannah answered, following suit as they’d passed by so many of their peers, few of whom were in a swimming pool, “let’s get out of here…”
Likewise, two more mismatched ponies alike in fair dignity at first glance were found to be possessed few commonalities, if any; as such, they were significant differences between them. For starters, the buxom pony sitting at the edge of the water was but a midnight mare wearing a red collar while the other lanky equine was a gilded stallion with his muzzle buried into her lap. Second of all, she’d worn a saturated and long frizzy coiffure of sapphire, opal, emerald, and amethyst; the latter had possessed only solid green tresses all throughout the very way instead. Thirdly, the midnight mare had worn a multicolored muffin on both flanks out in the dry air while the gilded stallion donned an emerald splashed apple held in places with a pair of ropes. Out of the two ponies, she bore irises of grayish aquamarine focused onto the jaded mane which had already belonged to her freckly correspondent whose ruby orbs targeted her undercarriage.
“Ooh… you’re such a good kisser, Apple Bud… now I know how my friends felt when they’d experimented so long ago…” the midnight mare giggled freely, offering up no such resistance whatsoever as the titular explorer pushed his way into her with such avid glee.
Soon, the gilded stallion started feeling her clutched hand now resting on his mane as she’d felt him tickling her dear sheath before slowly sliding it in, such tightness knowing no bounds at all. He’d now ran his tongue around the midnight mare’s gaskins as they were starting to spread a bit further wide, barely helping themselves but drooled every second the achromatic liquid clung on. With Apple Bud’s pink tongue sliding inside and out of her flowerbed repetitively, his hands had still held onto to her abdomen; in no time, she’d given out more small moans of contentment. They turned to loud yelps of happiness the moment the gilded stallion’s tongue licked inside the undercarriage, both compounds’ sheer cold calling on forth, this time from the midnight mare.
He’d suppressed a grunt after breaking away from her, looking upwardly to find an amorous smile in the process, “even after last year, you still have the same great taste like before, Aurora…”
“Just stay outta the way; I’m gonna ––– ahh…!” the aforementioned female struggled to speak before another fluid started to escape from her: unlike the others, it was tinted in a goldenrod scheme in the form of an arc hitting the pool’s surface where Apple Bud resided; thankfully, he took heed to her words and avoided the direct onslaught straightaway, “oops, sorry about it…”
“It’s alright, I’m just glad that we’re together now since last year: Vanhoover has been quite the game changer since we’d been first invited by the likes of Smudge Proof; to be honest, I was kind surprised to see so many ponies willing to strip naked, let alone my own cousins no less…” the gilded stallion chimed in with such relief after watching another solution make contact too.
In any case, the midnight mare still found the strength to sit up straight and purred freely no less, “I can’t help myself but feel guilty about being the only pony that was invited when all of my friends weren’t able: Java Bolt and I been thru so much together ever since Pumpkin Twizzle’s tenth birthday party a decade ago; none of us had expected to be trapped in a mobile home…”
“It’s probably nothing to worry about though; I’m sure that your friends are having a good time together like they are last time…” he’d replied so freely, still focusing in onto her aquamarine orbs all the same with a reassuring stare so to speak of, “besides, even they would’ve been able to enjoy some time at a water park during the summer anywhere in Equestria overall…”
“I know that, it’s just that I wasn’t expecting everything else to be so boring since that day: once upon a time, the idea of a house coming to life was something straight out of old mare’s tales; now, it’s just a distant memory of how far we’d came when we were just three little fillies…” Aurora said to Apple Bud with a solemn sigh.
The gilded stallion held onto to the midnight mare’s left gently and began to talk, “my cousin was one part of these three little fillies like them: Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo still have adventures despite having to be all grown up ever since the Summer Sun Celebration over a decade ago; perhaps if it weren’t for Twilight, then we would’ve never met at all either…”
“Of course, I shouldn’t have sold myself so short lately; after all, Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich both threw that party…” she’d heaved, standing up straight in the water to face him all the same, no longer holding herself back any longer like she’d done, “in any case, let’s make out for some good luck; I want the rest of the morning to last before we break for lunch together…”
“I don’t see any reason why not: the morning still belongs to us; it won’t be long until it ends…” Apple Bud hissed playfully, closing his very eyes away from Aurora whom had done the same.
Since they were standing straight up, their eyes were being accented by blushing considering how both faces were maintaining their close distance. As the twosome finally joined hands, their respective lips grew closer to one another, even as the oxygen had sideswiped their integuments underneath. The equine pair became more eager, their muzzles finally opened up as one another passed with tongues slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. In little time whatsoever, they’d surrendered themselves to each others’ amorous intentions, now wrapping their arms around their backs without care. Neither of them dared to relent, continuing for at least over a minute or so tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions started growing. Soon, the gilded stallion transferred his left hand from the midnight mare’s mane to further on down below, causing herself to tense up before easing.
It didn’t even take long for her to release the fingernails’ loose grip onto his coat as he’d purred, “don’t be shy… we’re all friends here, nothing more…”
“Excuse me, guys; we’re sorry to interrupt you but we must know: which way is the teashop…?” a lone feminine voice was heard by the amorous duo whom were broken out of their mutual gazes, “we were just finish going down the slide together earlier…”
At this very moment, two ponies were found standing nearby, both alike in fair dignity at first glance through virtue of possessing one certain commonality with the present pair: a general display of immodesty; of course, there were some significant differences between themselves. For starters, one was a lone olive stallion was found to be standing upright with more lipids and musculature than the gilded unicorn; the other was a raspberry mare already standing right next to the former by a few centimeters, colorfully petite yet athletic compared to the beige redhead. Like Apple Bud, he, too, had cold tresses weighed down by some moisture except they were turquoise, making its very way to the nape of the neck; by comparison, she’d possessed a dark, neat, and full set of crimson hair, much like the very first redheads whom had appeared earlier. Surrounding such luxurious pupils were circles of opalescence matching the olive stallion’s strands whose face faltered about whereas a rich shade of light silver were held back by the raspberry mare herself along with a winning smile holding firm enough to provide reassurance. Of the two juxtaposed ponies in question, her only article of clothing was found upon the very neckline: a jet black collar speaking more darkly than what their own tresses, coating, or eyes could’ve dared to say, not that anyone had minded in the very least, especially Aurora herself. Slathered right on the olive stallion’s flanks were a modestly singular corn cob baring its kernels just bearing an equal color palette of the rainbow; the raspberry mare wore a ruby red sun in the center of a polygon with its rays of light arranged in a pattern of the same color as well as white.
“That way…” the midnight mare muttered mildly.
It didn’t take long for the two ponies walk past the sedentary tenants whom had returned to their throes of passion not long after upon being shown one direction from the likes of Aurora alone.
Of the pedestrian twosome traversing throughout the aquatic landscape, the raspberry mare was quick to speak up, “Corn, are you feeling okay…?”
“It’s nothing, Cerise… I’ve just been feeling hungry lately, that’s all; besides, it’s almost lunchtime anyway…” the eponymous stallion answered her immediately, looking down at his own stomach upon feeling it vibrate, “oh look we’re here…”
Both ponies stopped in place to find a series of glass paneling up in front of them, most of which was displaying an abundance of refreshments. Standing between themselves were some sets of several tables with the accompanying chairs beneath, less than that being already occupied. Perched on top nearby the curvature was an amalgamation of wood, foam, and metal gears, each having spelt out the very establishment’s name.
Trudging through the dry terrace, the traveling twosome trotted over until they had reached the inside where they were both greeted by its storekeeper: a buxom silvery unicorn. Like them, the tresses were rough, albeit more so than their neat forms thanks to the fact they had been already painted in an indigo prophecy despite being of nearly dark shadings. Around the storekeeper’s luxurious pupils were but circles of a brilliant gamboge having already widened about with its tenderly gaze which could have refreshed many lifeforms. Considering the red collar over the neck, its owner was of the same gender as Cerise; in addition, the former had also donned a jaded ensemble of only a square hat and an apron.
“Good morning, dearies; it’s a beautiful day outside: sun’s shining, birds are singing, nice day for a game of catch…” the storekeeper greeted.
Of the two, Corn was quick to respond to the silvery unicorn straightaway, “hi… can we have some chocolate milk and alphabet crackers please…?”
“Sure, it’s on the house today since my employer had rented the entire resort out for the party…” the buxom storekeeper had answered the olive pony, turning to walk towards the refrigerator where the beverages resided, “as a matter of fact, he’s managed to provide catering to anyone whom had shown up to the party this morning…”
“That explains much…” the raspberry mare said.
It wasn’t long until the silvery unicorn returned to the same spot from before with the glass bottles in tow to give both ponies alongside a pair of bags filled with foodstuff; after handing them over to the tenant’s in question, she’d said to the lonely patrons simplistically, “have a good afternoon…!”
“We will… thanks…!” Corn replied while he and Cerise had both stepped back out to find their place to partake in their collective leisure, “never imagined that we’d be back to attending yet another one of Smudge Proof’s parties, let alone go to New Horseleans of all the places in Equestria…”
“Ditto…” the raspberry mare chimed inwardly.
Finding an empty table, the two ponies took their seats and their fair share of collations acquired recently: as soon as the items were opened, its scents slowly wafted in their nostrils before either of them spoken; of course, it wasn’t long until Corn had spoken up once again, having already poured out his own nutrient, “so what do you suppose’s gonna happen now with all the treaties?”
“You mean with other lands besides the five already in place…?” Cerise answered as she’d opened the bottle gently and slowly, taking a minimal swig from there at once, “in all fairness, it wasn’t considerably surprising to say the very least, especially considering their track record: Equestria built itself on the principles of friendship and family, nothing more, nothing less…”
“Well, nopony, or rather, nobody else had considered the possibility we’d gain so many more friends so to speak of, of course…” Corn said he’d taken his first few bites as well, unperturbed by all the sights and sounds of their generally equines compeers.
The raspberry mare had looked at the few other visitors nearby her as well as their collective surroundings too before speaking only slightly aloud, “if anything, I think what happened with us a decade ago is more scarier: all those memories of prestige and progress subverted by mere words alone, only for the windigos to return no less. Come to think of it, I think I once had a dream about a decade ago where Equestria was buried in ice and snow all of the sudden: there was a huge rat in some clothes looking around for something and he seemed to have some sort of a strange device in his hand…”
“You’re kidding, right?!” the olive stallion exclaimed, nearly letting his own unopened beverage fall into disarray, “I just had a dream where I’d watched a train appear out of nowhere, even though there were no tracks before; it was just like one of those arthouse films and comics I’d stumbled across over a year ago at the convention in New Ponyland, including the fanzines…”
“Wow, you are weird…” Cerise said to Corn.
Some more feminine mewing was heard yet it didn’t come from the raspberry mare or the other nearby patrons, Savannah and Trefoil, whom were both indulging in a simply large glass of iced tea they were sharing with their straws; rather, it’d came from Twist whom, though out of their collective sight wasn’t out of minds, was moaning about in a freeform fashion, “aaaaahhhhh…!”
“Oh, her again… it’s nothing to be worried about; she always saw herself as the life of the party since Smudge Proof invited her…” the olive stallion spoke as he’d still maintained control over himself all the same so to speak of, uncaring of the mews and squeals, “I don’t really care much about her being so into other mares and backdoor relations, at least not since Rosemound…”
“I’m not as surprised as you either so I don’t pay it any mind at all; besides, it’s not like anypony else cares about the whole thing, especially with everypony already in the mood so to speak, Corn…” Cerise said as she was just about finished eating her snack while the bottle right next to her was halfway full.
Sure enough while they’d consumed their refreshments, the beige redhead was partaking in this golden opportunity: her delicate body currently resting right in between of both Snips and Snails. It didn’t take long at all in the very least for Twist to be firmly aligned almost immediately, giving out small as well as passionate yet heavy breaths from her mouth rather instantaneously. The gilded unicorn started resting one of his hands right onto the beige redhead’s bosoms, taking in the view of her moist form just as much as his cobalt counterpart did this time around no less. Twist didn’t care in the slightest about the two unicorns currently entering their prepuces directly inside of her body, calibrating collective movements from what she could feel presently at large. In the midst of the very ordeal, the beige redhead planted her two hands onto Snails’ abdomen underneath in an attempt to keep herself supportive while he and Snips still traded momentum. Now that 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 three equines moan greatly. Gearing up for some expulsion from their shafts inside Twist with such intensification of the pulp friction, she gave off resounding happy moans amid the respirations while salivating about. Soon enough, both unicorns were now shooting in the path of the beige redhead’s ingresses, their otherwise rigid yards now suddenly giving way and undergo what had been done to her earlier.
It was at this point in time did Twist collapse onto Snails nearby the poolside gently, panting and heaving about as Snips slid out of her, “mm, that wath tho refrething: way better than that time you’d thtuck your tongue into my netherth and made me cum monthth ago…”
“I take dat you’d enjoyed my joyboy now…?” Babs asked her beige counterpart whom had turned to face the former without a care in the whole wide world whatsoever, “it’s a pleasure dat we’d been able to meet each other after all dese months, despite de troubles…”
“I agree: ever thince Rothemound, I’ve been real comfortable being next to you two, ethpecially Apple Bloom of all ponieth; the hath been really good at thquirting tho hard for me to eat her kitty becauthe of how young the thtill ith deep down…” Twist had heaved as she’d rolled off of the gilded unicorn’s body with little effort remaining within.
The bronze redhead walked over to her beige correspondent’s side and sat down to speak right away, “yeah, I know but don’t get too comfortable: Applejack and Big Mac may have already seen you as a family friend but even dey’d probably flip out if dey were to learn of our secrets, especially with de parties we’ve been going to since Rosemound…”
“Relax, Babthie, it ithn’t like we can go there every thix monthth jutht to have fun with each other, let alone with them no leth…” Twist replied to Babs playfully as the former’s loins were leaking about with the compounds of both Snails and his friend altogether, “that thould give uth enough time to bond with our friendth and family during the interim between now and then…”
“You don’t need to remind me of dat: I’d honestly dought dat I wasn’t going to go again and not because of our foal; de last two parties, Vanhoover and Trottingham, were enough time for me to help us prepare since we’d been able to tie de knot recently, especially with de bits from him…” the bronze redhead had interceded, her tone somber and constrained so to speak of nevertheless.
This made the beige redhead calmer as she’d still faced Babs, this time with feelings of confusion, “I’d gotten a contribution from him and hith wife too: the painting we’d done with Tag–A–Long wath a bonuth thince it’d meant bringing Thnailth along to keep uth full and frithky if you know what I’d meant…”
“At least dey’d left you two alone and that was because you were both pregnant; I still remember dat look in dat stallion’s eyes…” the bronze redhead uttered without any sort of hesitation whatsoever as far as her compeers were concerned all the while overall, “even dough Smudge Proof kept his promise dat you and miss Filly Guide were left alone, Morty was looking tense. De fact dat he was somepony we didn’t meet in a long time didn’t help matters, especially with all dis talk about his grandfather; of course, I’d never met him at all so to speak, dough it doesn’t seem to dissuade me from de look in her husband’s blue eyes: he’d looked like he was about to freeze a whole city solid, like in some movie about global warming or someding like dat…”
“Nothing to be worried about: ath far ath they’re concerned, our thallionth won’t end up having foalth with other mareth no matter how many partieth we go to; although I’m an anal thlut, I thtill want Thnailth fathering my foalth all the thame, much like you want Thnipth to altho…” Twist said to Babs with a salacious smirk no less.
The bronze redhead lightly laughed listlessly as she’d placed her hooves into the blue, the rest of her body still high and dry as is, “yeah, you’re right about dat: Fizzy needs us and I’m more dan happy to have a family to raise her on my behalf as well too…”
“Come to think of it, what are you two going to do once you and Thnipth go back to Manehattan after the party ith over, Babthie?” the beige redhead asked Babs gently as her hooves were now also firmly right in the water, still wet with the unicorns’ solutions, “I know Apple Bloom and I are going to have more than plenty to talk about with Diamond Tiara and Thilver Thpoon…”
“De same ding we always do: cut some manes and make some money so we can raise a family together…” the bronze redhead had answered Twist freely almost rather instantaneously so to speak of.
This made the beige redhead attack the open water with brief yet pumped up kicks as she’d beamed, “well, we’ve got a long way to go until we can return to our hometh and familieth later on tonight: in the meantime, I could think of plenty of thingth to do before we get to that point once the morning endth; how about we make the dwindling minuteth count with each other…?”
“Go on, I’m listening loud and clear: anyding you want to say, I’m right dere with you; just say de word and I’ll do it for you…” Babs purred as she’d pushed herself into the water for Twist to see clearly, prompting the latter to raise an eyebrow so to speak, “besides, I was honestly dinking of a similar idea myself, especially after watching you getting DP from dem earlier no less…”
“What do you have in mind, Babthie…?” the beige redhead asked her bronze counterpart almost instantaneously.
A wry smirk escaped from Babs’ visage as she’d said to Twist gently, “close your eyes; it’ll be a surprise, just for you…”
It didn’t take long for the beige redhead to heed her friend’s words, especially since the latter had used that same, albeit fractions worth of, time to roll the former’s body around in place already. At long last, Babs was getting one more additional look at where Snips and Snails had entered: both Twist’s sheath and fundament had still overflowed with their compounds from not long ago. Nothing much could be said about it from what the bronze redhead could see clearly so to speak; after all, she was right there when her beige correspondent was in between both of the unicorns.
Holding a single hand onto Twist’s haunches, Babs had stretched them wide before forwarding a tongue inside, earning a tense gasp from the former now that the latter bent down and faced it all. Now the bronze redhead found herself licking and lapping about with little warning whatsoever, her beige friend was now closing away the hot pink eyes with a refrain of delayed moans no less. The scorching heat of the very sunlight above in where the two redheads bathed had in was nothing compared to temperatures currently burrowing inside the receptive Twist thanks to Babs. The beige redhead even started to drool already as her bronze friend had began to permeate all throughout the former's thighs in such a manner, slurping and licking in as saliva took refuge.
“Oh, Babthie… you’re tho… ahhhhhhhh…!” Twist cried softly as warmth had now enveloped themselves in those folds, feeling some subzero salivation deep around the breech altogether as Snips and Snails had looked onward with arousal, “don't thtop… I’m gonna cum again… pleathe make me burtht: I… want to feel my holeth expand…!”
Taking the beige redhead’s timid thrumming at face value, her bronze friend licked deeper inside as the saliva from before was mixing in with the liquids that the latter had tasted before, filling both contents of such salivation inside the former whom had panted slowly in kind all the same. The newly formed compound brought about by the two mares' performance had made its way upon the receptive Twist's legs, running about her beige coat with a rather acerbic but sickly saccharine aroma within the achromatic texture, all thanks to Babs’ actions alone so to speak of. The beige redhead couldn't even help herself but panted about as she’d now felt the bronze counterpart retract her tongue slowly but surely at once, savoring the moment that the two of them shared in so little time they'd spent already together, compared to that of Snips and Snails.
“So, how was dat: pleased to find dat I was able to clean you out; it’s such a shame he would’ve done de same if you weren’t so dirty, am I right…?” Babs asked Twist without any restraint within the sensuous tone of voice from what those nearby themselves can hear clearly all the while no less.
The beige redhead could do nothing but nod and reply to her bronze friend timidly, “mm–hmm…”
In any case, both mares began to kiss passionately, much to the silent delight of both unicorns whom were padding their own prepuces overall from the sight of them in all their morning glory; as far as the latter group was concerned, this was nothing new whatsoever, especially considering similar events from both past and present taking place around them for one reason or another.
Dark skies were finally over the lands, painted with the clusters of stars and a silver crescent already shining the way for many of its observers underneath. It was one of the only aspects of beauty that, against almost everything, remained untouched by the tales of terrible things that had ensued right below earlier. Even though the atmosphere itself was already cold enough to freeze the most pure of waters, it still had some warmth before to not let it happen in spite of it. Generally speaking, such temperatures were due to the overabundance of wintry precipitation solidifying over every single terrain imaginable whatsoever. Of course, only a few pedestrians left out in the cold below would be found sightseeing with a mix of fascination and frustration unbecoming nevertheless.
Of the scarce pedestrians within the vicinity of the very area, Lancelot and Rainbow Harmony only found themselves staring at the illuminated metropolis. Whilst the pink pegasus had returned back to her only white ensemble, the silver stallion was now wearing a jet black tube top and a pair of light trousers. Not even the chill of the night deterred them from enjoying the sights and sounds of this big city thanks to its bright lights in many other colorings and shapes.
“It’s beautiful…” she said softly so to speak of.
He’d replied in return, “I know…”
“To think I would’ve never been able to see New Horseleans in this light together, let alone at all in my own lifetimes…” Rainbow Harmony only giggled as she’d given Lancelot a dry kiss on the cheekbone straightaway, “it’s a shame we have to go back to Ponyville soon enough, Lance…”
“Indeed, it would be nice to stay in New Horseleans, even for one more day…” the silver stallion sighed as the twosome stared at their own surroundings with a somber stare towards the skies and the city as well.
It wasn’t long until their collective tranquility was broken by the sudden appearance of more pedestrians, most of whom were masculine so to speak; of the many, Truffle was among them with Berry by his side, both fully clothed more conservatively than they were much earlier ago overall: the former also wearing a snow white combo, the latter a red sweater and green skirt.
The heavyset brunet was the first to speak up, fondling the thick cloth over the stout redhead’s rightmost bosom to her illustrious nonchalance, “why go back to city when you can get invited to another one of his parties, am I right, guys…? My cock is still sore after letting my little cumslut run me ragged for so long: she and Opal were the real stars of the show as far as I can tell…”
“Only because you’d ended up cumming into my flanks like you’d done with her and Mini…” Berry chuffed as Truffle ran his finger over her dense bust without a care in the world therein, “at least she and Lemon had no problem with eating me out, especially since he’d unloaded in there too…”
“Oh, grow up…” the heavyset brunet retorted.
The snow white middleweight appeared from behind the lipid twosome on the right, now clad in a green jacket over a plain white tee and some black jeans, ready to say something already, “it’s a shame that I have to go back to the Crystal Empire; at least Pomegranate and I can trust these two to protect all of us…”
“We know…” Lancelot lilted about listlessly as some light lime lingered upon the visage, “I have nothing to worry about with them in charge, Frosty…”
“Agreed, Sombra’s gone and he’s never, ever coming back again either…” the eponymous equine said as he’d walked over to the steely lightweight gently.
Lancelot looked away and replied, “of course he’s not: as far as they’d seen it, he could’ve done much worse had he stayed with those three instead…”
“You don’t need to remind me of them, you know…” the pink pegasus peeped plainly, putting the effort to reenter the conversation she’d previously partaken in, “I have my own life to live freely, especially without you–know–who…”
“So does everypony else, though at this rate, there’s probably going to be more individuals coming to his party as well so to speak of: griffons were just a starter from what we’d seen…!” said Shady, currently clothed in a gray shirt and black shorts as he’d high–fived his brother Green whom wore a similar attire, albeit with a golden vest and red jeans.
This made Rainbow Harmony radiate with rich redness as she’d roared rapaciously, “at least I had a better time making that memory here rather than home; it’s gonna be hard for me to leave here tonight, knowing I have to go back to Ponyville…”
“It’s gonna be hard for the lot of us: some of us have a place to be tomorrow morning; of course, they won’t be expecting me ‘til Monday…” Well Spoken interjected, dressed up in a frilly white dress covering much of her body instead of only a blue collar this time, “besides, I’m very glad that Primrose and I were able to go off to see New Horseleans together…”
“I feel sorry for her already…” Truffle sniggered.
The pink pegasus couldn't resist rolling her eyes at that matter as she’d turned to speak blithely to the steely lightweight, “I’m still looking forward to staying overnight with you already, my knight in waiting…”
“Same here, my fair lady…” Lancelot chuckled definitively before kissing Rainbow Harmony on the lips once more, this time with feelings of freedom being fearlessly fluttering about between themselves, “despite everything, I’m still going to cherish this day and the night as well with you, Mona…”
“As will I, Lance: even your presence alone will give me comfort for the future…” the pink pegasus cooed as she’d watched the steely lightweight’s visage light up as well, both faces now filled to the brim with warmth throughout their very bodies.
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 but only a couple miniscule hours until it could end; nonetheless, so few would’ve been asleep now. Relatively speaking, there were still a noticeable many having yet to fall prey to the mundane functions like slumber for one reason or another.
Such was the case for one of the many buildings which had stood out and about in the vast and magnificently similar conurbation on display. Though predominantly adorned with a richly heated coating of metal gears survived, there were sections of eight golden pillars within them. At least a dozen’s worth of rows were windows already plastered on the very structure, each of themselves outlined in aluminum framework. Resting firmly on the top, the very building itself had possessed a skylight firmly rectangular in a stark contrast to its overall rounded formation. The blue textile currently hung in from the side of the building with letters in snow white reading itself all orderly, 'BARNYARD BARGAINS'.
High above yet within the very building was but a boardroom already bathed in both sunlight and electricity alike, up and running about without any end in sight whatsoever so to speak of yet. The dark ceiling and background in their entirety was colored in the brownish gold of highest quality, rich enough to bear any sweet treasures and texture alone despite faintest illuminations. Underneath it all was some elaborate carpeting seemingly originated from a faraway land, made with the finest shades and hues in spite of the overwhelming simplicity within their very fibers. Only a line of steel drawers stood out and about, currently resting against a wall opposite of the windowsills with portraits upon the adjacent side and a small circular clock resting from the top. A lone door was found halfway nearby from the windowsill, brightly painted in a bloody stream of orange blossom with a square of acrylic glass at the upper half amongst the wood and foam. Stuck in the middle of the naked space was a long slender table with many seats nearby it, each of those, occupied by many of its inhabitants as it was littered with papers and foodstuffs no less.
Inside, a light brown stallion was standing up in between some charts and a long table seated by many of his peers, each with their own similarities and differences to himself and the others too. Although his shining tresses were jet–black to a fault, strands of soul silver were found within; nevertheless, they were all neat and tidy enough on the account of being slicked back altogether. Nevertheless, the brown stallion’s eyes were azure, matching the majority of his attire already; still, there was also a white undershirt, a red necktie, and a brown belt with a goldenrod buckle.
“On a final note, let me make this clear to everyone in this boardroom about what’s going to be happening starting Monday…” he’d said, calm on the outside but thinking thoroughly ahead as far as all of his own listeners were concerned so to speak of, “considering what we’ve discussed earlier, it’s apparent enough as such that Barnyard Bargains must set a proper example now on. Considering the lawsuits against our subsidiary company, Flim–Flam Franchises, we’ve decided to cease all business operations; even though this was unexpected, they’ve gotten word from their own litigious opponents from the Springwheel Foundation: they’re demand that if their products aren’t taken off the market soon, their CEO will have them taken straight to court. Usually, the lawsuits themselves are a fact of life in this day and age when it comes to certain disagreements in and out of things; however, considering the startling developments dating back to the wintertime prior to last, the risk itself is too much to consider: after all, this isn’t about net profits and/or loss but rather the state of commonsensical decency and dignity regarding others. Likewise on a similar note, we’d came across one of the employees possessing some obscene material found within foodstuff; even though we have no reason to press charges whatsoever, he has been let go as punishment for violating our code of conduct: as a family–owned company, we have a responsibility to individuals in and out of Equestria to maintain family–friendliness. As such, let me remind you that while we have no interest into prying about the others’ private lives, the public sphere’s different: when employees show up for work, they’re expected to be professional both inside and out of Barnyard Bargains like every job; the possession of such materials, be if a single picture or a collection of magazines, undermine the basics of business. Reasonably enough, it’s safe to say that their will be some certain changes to be made regarding out policies, moving forward: starting on Monday morning, we will be running inspections once a month to insure that our employees are in compliance; any items as described in their possession will be confiscated and disposed of as well as result in termination of employment.”
“Too bad about that Cameron bro: he was always into that freaky–deaky stuff but I’d never imagined him to be like this; of course, he did brought this on himself all the same, especially considering what he’d be posting online on the forums…” boomed another stallion, rosy, bulging, balding, brown eyed, and donning emerald splashed three–piece suit with a white shirt.
This didn’t even faze the standing speaker in any shape or form whatsoever as far as he was still concerned all the very while; even though there was some amusement between himself and many others, the former regained his composure and said, “in any case, this meeting is over as of yet: if you have any questions, please send me an e–mail as soon as possible, no later than tomorrow.”
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. A small screen had resided about in an orderly fashion against the darkness before the enemy red dawn with pictures of mares and stallions along with others. Already in the throes of concupiscence moving onward, the most that could be said about them was that it was stuck in the past, henceforth grainy imagery. To say about their origins overall was a default gateway to the stardust memories of what had transpired directly within these very vantage points overall.
Before its projected state were two ponies alike in indecency and libidinous: Smudge Proof lounging about in a red chair and Silver Wing with her kneecaps onto the flooring afore himself. Glancing at the sodden prepuce with a profligate grin while quietly giggling about, the silver pegasus kneaded it around playfully like a joystick, bringing the white unicorn some pleasure. Before long, she’d gotten her own tongue slipping out of the mouth, slowly sliding it around as its salivation made contact, causing him to grit his teeth thanks to the former as he hardened up. Somewhat helplessly, all that Smudge Proof 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 the tongue licking the white unicorn’s shaft before slowly forwarding about, he’d whispered quietly in the silver pegasus’ ear, “good girl… just like that.”
Even though that she was moaning in a sultry tone somehow, she could tell that he was aroused by the stimulating syphoning from his moistened yard inside the former’s deep throat; even so, the latter spread his gaskins a bit further to give out more room to lick around. Smudge Proof could barely help himself but drool and blush every time he’d felt Silver Wing around his prepuce as his hands held onto to her bound wings; in no time, she’d driveled on it for some significance time ‘til her mouth was now finished sipping up its extract.
“Oh, master… what a glorious cock you have…” the silver pegasus cooed affectionately, cleaning away the residue remaining before finding the time and effort to look up to the amorous white unicorn soon enough, “it’s a miracle that your seed has been able to fill me with another foal that will be ours soon enough…”
“And just in time before our next party this year: it’s safe to say that going up north would be much more preferable for our location and not just for the climate unlike New Horseleans, Winger…” he’d chuckled freely as the sight and sounds of subjects like and unlike themselves played onward to their collective content.
She couldn’t resist laughing, albeit lightly as she’d stood up and presented her flanks gently, “agreed: much like Trottingham, we’ll have Whinnyapolis to ourselves for the taking; plenty of guests will have all the time to their hearts’ content, playing a part in making our dear customers more than happy by Hearts and Hooves Day, along with their performances, much like before…”
“Of course, we’ll still worry about the princesses and Springwheel all the same though: we’d stayed out of Twilight’s way for the time being ever since yet the old hack Goodfellow’s still sore…” Smudge Proof yawned as he felt Silver Wing’s fundament clenching his shaft, “I’ve gotten word recently that he’d threatened to bury the brothers’ business underground no less…”
“I know and that’s a crying shame: the pills that they’ve been both making were doing so well with making a bunch of ponies happy as well as a few others; if only there was some way to make him forget about all this nonsense he’s been mucking up and get over it all, dear master…” the silver pegasus had stifled instantaneously a moan from her own lips.
The white unicorn rolled his ocular nerves and replied simply, “maybe, but for now, let’s just finish the job; we’re just about ready to witness interspecies intercourse: that pony’s sure lucky to be having a yak being rutted by his meaty horsecock…”
“I know…” she’d grunted while feeling his yard firmly lodged deeply inside of her very croup, “it gets me so hot and horny…”
Smudge Proof grasped Silver Wing tightly around her front abdomen, one hand groping one side of the bared cleavage whilst the other covered the bulging navel as their eyes faced Sandbar and Yona onscreen. Feeling the white unicorn’s fingertips now circling around the nubbins and umbilicus, the silver pegasus moved slowly yet started to gain some momentum as he’d cuddled her around tightly about no less. As she did so, cerebrations of exploring her own sheath became corporeality as her hands slid further downward, loving every minute of his prepuce inside her flanks each time they were watching them. Both of the viewers could easily tell how romantic it was as they still held onto one another in a touching grip with sweat pouring through each other and saliva trading spaces with their owners’ tongues too. Silver Wing now salivated at the sight of the shamrock stallion latching onto the chocolaty yak’s bosoms with his tongue, their own eyes already overwhelmed by their collective concupiscence so to speak of. Smudge Proof pushed himself further and further into the folds of his target’s skin, undeterred by the resistance presented yet rather inspired to continue hearing the mews and groans up in front of him at once. Drooling about, the silver pegasus, now comfortably numbed to the white unicorn’s increasing activities after succumbing to the solitary yet unifying concupiscence, gave out an enormous moan straightaway.
“My little cumslut…” he’d groaned happily as the two viewers finally relented, panting for air to regain strength reserved for watching the rest of the cinematic compilation to its conclusion.
Too lethargic to break away from the organic appendage, she’d mewed about only lustfully, “thank you, master…”
Nevertheless, the vignettes of vicissitudes reached their collective conclusion like so with the most likely yet depleting chance of continuance therein. In a similar note, there was a hot and heavy atmosphere no different from the confines of a time long ago in an environment faraway and nearby no less.
“Ahh…” a sultry moan escaped into the air, “mm…”
Amongst the steamy camouflage were two redheaded mares, Apple Bloom and Twist both alike in fair dignity; even though they’d been freed from their own respective collars, there had also utter certainty they were both in the altogether based on their stances; the former was standing straight upwardly whereas the latter kneeling nearby with a muzzle towards the whispering eye.
“Wow, look at them go, Silvy: even watching her going at it is making me soft and wet…!” another voice was heard nearby themselves, belonging to neither one; not even the yellow occupant’s panting maw was accepted as a clue.
The beige counterpart didn’t care as she soon stopped to puncture her friend’s fundament freely, bringing out some more pleasure even as the former’s tongue refused to leave the latter’s sheath. Soon, Apple Bloom had felt salivation curling down from the corner of her lips with the sensation of Twist’s exploration giving way to hunger and thirst, no doubt the work of the latter. In the meantime, the beige redhead stretched the yellow counterpart’s very flanks wider before forwarding back inside the latter, causing the former to give out a loud moan amidst the struggle. Apple Bloom started gurgling about at the mere presence of Twist’s tongue planted inside already, poking in and out of the former’s fork as it’d made contact with its very intricate folds. Slurping and licking furiously within the yellow redhead’s saturated whispering eye, the beige correspondent treated it as dessert, an appetizing happy meal she’d enjoyed along with its owner.
It wasn’t long until Twist’s cloudy and bespectacled visage came across another achromatic compound following Apple Bloom’s moaning; this brought a smile to the former’s face as both mares were now standing up to each other’s face before speaking, “how wath that, Apple Bloom; do I thtill got it…”
“Mm–hmm…” the yellow redhead mewed passionately with a light nod so to speak of, “let’s make out…”
The beige counterpart heeded such a request; both eyes now accented by blushing considering their face–to–face distance and their shared desires. As the twosome finally joined hands, their respective lips grew closer to one, growing more eager enough to let their tongues finally slip on out. In little time whatsoever, they surrendered themselves to the ecstatic exploration, neither mare relenting to taste each other despite growing warmth. As the two continue for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied, they’d begun to embrace one another without any sign of hesitation whatsoever. Trading kisses with reckless abandonment, the mares then exhaled dioxide from their very own nostrils, breathing in and out of the ardent airspace. It was only then when Twist had started breaking away from Apple Bloom’s muzzle, catching the latter off–guard despite the gentle tenderness.
“You really like it, don’t you: having uth kith each other dethpite the thtallionth at our thide…?” the beige redhead heaved in her yellow friend’s face.
Apple Bloom was still at a loss of words yet found the time to nod once more, uncaring of Twist’s playful interrogation at the former spoke, “what about ya…? Ya still couldn’t get over the fact ya couldn’t wait until we were grown and sexy since we’d reached puberty, at least until we’d made it past that…”
“Girls, can we at least grow up already and enjoy this night out back in Ponyville…” another feminine voice made its way through the hot water vapors; like the one before, neither redhead claimed ownership, already knowing its identity: Silver Spoon snapping up the scene, “it’s only going to be a few more hours until the spa closes for tonight; besides, we’ll be gone by then…”
“Yeah and besides, the least we can do is take solace in the fact that you gals can please each other and your stallions like you’ve been doing since Rosemound no less, especially considering you’d brought Babs along for the ride to New Horseleans this time…” Diamond Tiara added on, appearing from the mist alongside the young gray mare as they sat in the water clothed in towels.
Turning back to face them, the beige mare purred at them playfully, “obviouthly… even I wath thurprithed by the notion of letting Thnipth take my flankhole while Babthie watched; after all, I’d thought the wath gonna flip out had I thuggethted…”
“Yeah, yeah… we know…” the yellow mare tittered about without a care whatsoever, “Ah still can’t help mahself but to wonder what happened to the painting that was in the museum months ago: some stallion ups and destroys before escaping afterwards in some green portal from his machine; what’s all that about, some kinda scientific breakthrough…?”
“I don’t know but this looks more like something that a certain someone would do; not much of a surprise whatsoever overall considering what he’s capable of so far…” the pink pony had spoken without so much as a care for the whole wide world.
Apple Bloom looked around to find nothing as she’d replied, “please, it’s probably nothing to be worried about; after all, I’m sure he has better things instead…”
“It ith tho nice that we bathically have the thpa to ourthelveth for a while no leth: it may not be New Hortheleanth but at leatht I’ll take tholace in my friendth being right bethide each other…” Twist sighed before sinking into the blue alongside, both redheads now content to be in the good company of both Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon in much too different yet watery environment.
Alone, their passions heated the liquids even as they were being cleaned; together, they were all calmed amidst the misty and stagnant atmosphere.
