The Greatest Chocolate Factory In All of Trottingham
Chapter 2: Spangled Gold
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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 lights, which were suspended by about several meters from the ground, were white hot, bright enough to shine its colors all through the way. The background, walls serving as the foundation, was easily surrounded in delicate fibers of gold amber while being seventeen yards away from the center. A cluster of square windows were found to be displaying a snowstorm taking place outside, its driving downpour and frigidity beating against the glass. The flooring was basked in a tufted carpentry rich in an emerald splash, bearing the likeness and texture of grass but too artificial to bear any sort of plant. The very place was garnished with fine foodstuffs in various shapes, sizes, and sortings: most of which taken the form of confections in bright colorings. There was a chocolatey cataract collapsing from the bedrock, creating a flowing river flourished below with a few various pipes and saccharine aromas. Compositions of percussions and woodwinds mixed together calmly, all sounded off by a distant speaker as they’d filled the air with progressive vivacity.
That being said, there were at least a few dozen occupants in the area 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, and other possessed horns; of course, there was at least one exception – some griffon. Many of them donned manes and tails with the reminiscence of gold in various shades, styles, and spans alike, another major factor also easily noticeable. Even more obvious was the sheer fact a vast majority of them in there was in the altogether; 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 howling winds outside.
Out of many, one lone ivory pegasus was found to be standing up about right behind the railing, leaning against its heightened surface with bared integuments. Sets of grainy amber waves were found making its very way throughout its wearer’s neckline, its solid color already speaking loudly and proudly about at once. Around the luxurious pupils were but circles of malachite already widened by a rather coy smile as they’d been framed by a square pair of jet–black spectacles. In regards to the blonde’s attire, all that was worn around the neck was a red collar, showing off her petite bosoms, miniature umbilicus, and slender plications. Resting over her flanks was a troika of jet–black pawprints belonging to a creature of a different species and yet she was free from whatever influences thereof.
Standing right at the opposite end was a creamy counterpart already looking back at the dainty blonde and the flowy fluid which still ran on. A moderate shade of dark brown tresses were found to be straightened out, matching his lidded eyes in spite of bearing cowlick sticking out. Like herself, the creamy pegasus was also in the altogether, already showing off his lightweight frame and his wavering prepuce all the while. Donned right upon the brunet’s flanks was a rather simplistic illustration of a snow white feather standing alone against the colored placement.
“You know, Featherweight, it’s being a while since we’ve been invited to one of Smudge Proof’s parties; I can remember the night we’d spent together in Rosemound last year with all our friends from school: everypony was out there stark naked having the time of their lives here in Equestria, including us as well…” the ivory pegasus had giggled at the titular male diffidently.
It wasn’t even long until he’d answered back with a hint of confidence in his nasal voice, “I agree… never thought that we’d be invited again, let alone go to Trottingham of all places, Zippoorwhill: matter of fact, who’d have guessed it’d be here of all the places in the city, much less the entire world; come to think of it, how could he even manage to afford all of this…?”
“It doesn’t matter what price Smudge Proof can and can’t afford, not as long as he can make us happy; after all, the candy made us happy when we were much younger…” the eponymous mare sighed before trotting over to Featherweight’s side, gently stroking her dainty fingers across his flexible abdomen, “of course, I want more than just some candy; I want you and you alone…”
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 the creamy pegasus’ 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 themselves upon the grassy greens right beneath: the dainty blonde already residing onto his very body. Neither of them had relented, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions started to grow. When Featherweight transferred his lips from the target down to her neckline, he’d then exhaled dioxide from both nostrils, breathing on down literally. Only then when the creamy pegasus’ tongue started licking Zippoorwhill’s shoulder she felt the sensation crawl round, not caring due to anticipation. Once immediately, the dainty blonde’s smile grew as he’d quickly slid his tongue down to her bust in betwixt delivering pleasure with silent whines. Delighted by the sheer fact that Featherweight started tugging on them with his teeth; as a result, she’d started letting out loudly soften moans at once.
“To be honest, I can’t remember when we’d held ourselves together like this…” the creamy pegasus chuckled after breaking away from Zippoorwhill’s nubbins.
The dainty blonde sat up straight over his abs with a smirk before speaking back to him at once, “one of the perks of being young and in love, especially in Equestria; after all, us pegasi can be really creative with our lovemaking liaisons: this trip to the candy factory helped to expand our horizons so far and good. A year ago, I’d let you drag me alongside by the collar to one of the rooms in the mansion like a little puppy out for a walk; it was rather exhilarating in letting you of all the ponies in the world, let alone Equestria, take the reins like some big strong stallion: all that I had to do was to drain you of your cum as a good little mare did until there was nothing left of it whatsoever. Now, it seems the roles have been reversed for the both of us: I get to go first and you just need to lay there and take it, just like I have done before; besides the most obvious of details, the only difference is that we can both start a little slow before you get the time of day to regain control in the other room. How’s that for an edifying evening to ourselves, Master Featherweight…?”
“Go on ahead, Zippo… I’m ready for it…” the aforementioned brunet heaved as she stroked his pectorals gently with attention to their tame textures, “just please go easy on me though…”
“Oh, I will…” Zippoorwhill sniggered, now sitting upon Featherweight’s chest delicately with an impish smirk as he’d bore witness to her dripping sheath nearby him; at that same time, a right hand rested over his brunet mane with a sensuous sigh escaping from the former’s hot and heavy lips.
Despite the dainty blonde’s weight currently concentrated upon the brunet’s thorax, she was gentle enough to maintain balance as her thighs surrounded his face to present her moist loins. The ords of her cleavage stood on endwise from the heated oxygen present and accounted for, the opportunity in which both pegasi were stuck in the moment in time to indulge themselves. Zippoorwhill spread her legs wide away from Featherweight’s face and neck so as to provide him some room and levity whilst still fortifying herself directly over his face with her thin thighs. Even understanding that it was only but a matter of time before freedom could ever be regained, the creamy brunet had remained at ease with the very contents of the dainty blonde’s plications. Several fingers now found their way onto the ends, belonging only to herself as she’d moaned delectably from the strokes in which his tongue having started making beneath the very sheath. Needless to say, they were still delighted by each others’ company because of the warm peace: Zippoorwhill was already looking down at Featherweight face once again with a blushing grin. Within a matter of moments, the dainty blonde’s mews and squeals increased from the creamy brunet’s actions as she slowly lost control of herself, left at the mercy of compromising structure. Although she’d remembered more than well enough to preserve his airtime, even she knew it was only a matter of time before such a lust would soon overwhelm her like it’d done to himself. In any case, Featherweight took his time to explore every nook and cranny within Zippoorwhill’s loins, slurping and licking away the flavorful fruits of her love’s labors lost in space and time.
As the dainty blonde shivered and shaken from the creamy brunet’s course of action alone, the exothermicity between their actions had staved off whatever wintry weather had still bothered to sneak inward; of them, the latter gulped, “mm… so yummy…”
“AHN~!” she’d cried out before toppling away from his soaking mane and muzzle, resting her head onto the grassy surface nearby his hooves while taking a glance at the pulsating yard still attached to himself with all the warm dryness entailing, already feeling themselves perspiring about, “you’re so good at making the first move, Featherweight; I’m feeling so hot already…”
“You’re not so bad either: your pussy still tastes better than ever, let alone last year; I’d almost forgot how you can be…” the titular gasped for air while speaking to Zippoorwhill, instantly finding himself the time sit back upright freely without her body holding him down directly like before.
Needless to say, the dainty blonde did the same and replied, “speaking of which, before I can get reacquainted with your meaty cock, how about a little show before we get ourselves back on the road…?”
“Ah, why not…?” the creamy brunet articulated, watching as she’d moved her hand down into the supersaturated area his tongue had been to recently, “we have the whole night and place to ourselves; no use in going about it too much too soon…”
“Glad that we can agree on it…” Zippoorwhill giggled as she’d started to push her fingers within her plashy plications, moaning with pleasure without so much as a care in the whole wide world whatsoever.
Using a remaining left hand, the dainty blonde to chafe her bosoms smoothly, pinching its very nubbins as he’d just plainly stayed still and watched her closely. It was at this point excitement was just around the corner for her and Featherweight could see it; after all, his prepuce was still up and at it, despite lacking action. Rife with such great passions at the sight of one another was enough for the very twosome to feel their visages becoming flushed with the crimson shades at once. Anyways, Zippoorwhill was about to reach her collective highpoint again surely enough soon, especially considering how she herself was having a great time. Restraints weakening once more, the dainty blonde couldn’t even take it any longer, yelling out loudly as her extremities became moistened with the solutions. Yearning for the opportunity presented to the likes of the creamy brunet, such happiness was being made known, despite struggling to refrain from a touch.
Although his hands were still away from the shaft, he could feel it demands being stated outright without saying a word altogether; nevertheless, he’d struggled to ask her, “please let me taste you again, Zippoorwhill; I can barely take it any longer…”
“Alrighty then… I figure that… you’ve done enough… watching and… waiting around… for me to just… stop myself now…” the eponymous mare panted overtly, now moving leisurely towards Featherweight with a slow crawl as she guided her wet fingers at his muzzle, “at the very… least, I can share… it all with you…”
“Ahn…” the creamy brunet chortled as he saw two of the dainty blonde’s digits becoming assembled straightly like a drinking straw.
He’d gotten his tongue out, playfully licking the tips of her hand before it’d started to dig inside throughout inside his very mouth almost immediately so to speak of. Featherweight felt had Zippoorwhill’s two fingers touching his taste buds gradually but carefully before nearly reaching its apex, salivation making them moistly tepid. Of the ardent feelings remaining in the minds of the two pegasi, the dainty blonde was enjoying the creamy brunet glazing her extremities, pressing on as some candy. She’d felt and glimpsed at his orifice stimulating and licking her fingers as they went inward and out of his very mouth briskly before taking them out of the lips gently. A drooping string of saliva had trailed after the tip of Zippoorwhill’s fingernail, slowly reaching Featherweight’s coating over his stomach, frissoning briefly for a bit. The dainty blonde wiped the creamy brunet’s lips clear of the combined concoction with a smile before going in for the taking, kissing him once more without fear.
After breaking away this time, she’d asked him, “want a little treat before we go on even further…?”
“Mm–hmm… chocolate bar please…” Featherweight had answered Zippoorwhill almost instantaneously with a smile carved right upon his visage, “let’s share it together, for old times’ sake…”
“Anything for you, my lovely…” the dainty blonde giggled before rising back up to her hooves to leave the creamy brunet to his own devices.
As she’d done so, he remained calm on the outside but thinking all throughout the time: so now it was to be her having free reign whatsoever to conduct whichever course of actions between herself and him alone; after all, there were indeed others like and unlike themselves in this very area so to speak of.
In the meantime, Zippoorwhill walked along the soft surface, searching something when two more pegasi were found in her sights, both alike in fair dignity initially as they’d possessed certain commonalities: bright coating, cold eyes, and general immodesty; of course, there were significant differences. For starters, one was a lonely silver stallion already found to be standing upright with his more muscular form on full display in contrast to Featherweight; the other was a lemony mare towered by him by a few inches right near a poolside partition, more curvaceous compared to the dainty mare still approaching. Whilst a rather moderate shade of some jet–black tresses were already found to be slicked back neatly towards the nape of the neckline for the former, the latter had donned darker tresses with all the curves in the right places as they were able to reach past it instantaneously for the others to see extremely clearly. Surrounding such luxurious pupils were but circles of amethyst resonating about deeply inside the silver stallion whose face held up with lust whereas a rich shade of emerald splashing were held back by the lemony mare herself, alongside with a winning smile and a lonely nevus resting underneath one of them. Out of the two mismatched pegasi in question, the latter’s only article of clothing was found on the neckline: a lone red collar speaking way more loudly than what their tresses, coating, or eyes could’ve dared to say, not that the former had minded in since it was something Zippoorwhill also donned presently. Slathered right upon the silver stallion’s flanks was a rather simplistic illustration of a dark cloud, its textures of star platinum detailing many curves; the lemony mare had donned a set of some nosegays, each small segment already arranged in a circular cycle of some colors firmly reminiscent of a rainbow.
In any case, the former was in the process of feeding the latter a chocolatey sphere after outlining the lips; afterwards, some masculine words escaped out the other mouth, “how was that piece of candy, Savannah: was it to your liking already…?”
“Yum, yum…” the aforementioned pegasus cooed after swallowing down the foodstuff in question with a smirk, “I really like these chocolates, Rumble: they remind me of the cookies we Filly Guides have sold in our youth back in the day; I miss being one already…”
“Don’t you have Trefoil teaching the next generation of newcomers…?” the titular tenant asked the lemony mare while looking around immediately.
Needless to say, it wasn’t long until Savannah answered the silver stallion instantaneously, “of course, she’s doing it; it’s just that this party is one of the few times we have to ourselves to relax and unwind from the minutia of it all in a year before we go back to our daily lives, especially in the mainland: my career is still at a plateau and your training has been leaving you ragged.”
“I know and to be frank, I was kinda scared before I’d been sent to Day Camp: my brother thought it’d help me figure out what I can do with my life and make friends…” Rumble replied as he’d soon looked away from from lemony mare’s eyes rather slowly in shame, “I was a blank flank, much like the Cutie Mark Crusaders were when we were all young little foals. It’d seemed so easy to think that if one were to work hard enough, your Cutie Mark will appear on your flank soon enough; what they never tell you is that once you get one, this will be all that you’ll be known for throughout the entirety of your remaining life, nothing more, nothing less. Not every second goes by where I think nothing of such things, especially given my youth at the time; after all, even though I’d looked up to my brother, I couldn’t stand to stay in his shadow any much longer, especially with him as a Wonderbolt: I know for a fact that every pegasi in Equestria I know looks up to them.”
“Rumble… not every pegasi thinks like that: after all, I stuck with the Filly Guides to stay with Trey until she became a Den Mother herself; that still doesn’t mean I’ve moved on from her completely…” Savannah scoffed slightly, still smiling at the silver stallion standing in front of herself all the while no less.
Rumble slowly regained the strength to look at the lemony mare and speak to her anyway, “I can see that: you mares were the closest thing to each other’s items as far as your friends had known; after all, I’d been there last year at Rosemound to see you two put on show together…”
“Only because of the invites: like before, at least fifty of them had to be sent out by him so no one else could get in and out freely…” Savannah spoke back, keeping her smile in place despite the spiced tone in her voice anyhow, “that was the standard protocol Smudge Proof and Silver Wing came up with together so we wouldn’t have to worry about uninvited guests and the like. To be honest, Tails showing up all alone, despite being along these two colts from Ponyville, had me surprised: everypony who was anypony needed at least a plus one to enjoy the fun for the time being, at least for the night in that case; from what Trefoil told me, she was new to the whole intimacy thing, especially in the privacy sector. Even though that Snips and Snails were like the best of friends within her circle, Tails already knew they were taken by somepony else, by redheads just like her: Babs picked Snips and Twist picked Snails but she was on a lonely island; everypony else was lucky to have that special somepony to be with so letting her being trained by Trey seemed like a generous idea. At least we can take solace in the fact they can have each other for company between now and the next time they’re both invited as well; considering she has so much to teach the new generation, the last thing she needs is a scandal to drag her out of Guides completely so to speak of.”
“I know: a conflict of interest would have devastating consequences, even between former compatriots; even the Wonderbolts are wary of them and they’re much more loose compared to the Guides, if not less so than the Washouts themselves…” the silver stallion said to the lemony mare before looking around once again like so.
It wasn’t long until Savannah got Rumble’s attention again as she barked out to him, “but you’re the only one in the vicinity that’s a Wonderbolt; I’m not so please, let’s have some fun together…”
“For the record, I’m not the only one that’s been invited to the party: my brother and my friends are there too; having said it, don’t mind if I do…” the silver stallion responded to the lemony mare before lowering himself to her waistline with a confident grin upon their faces at once, “get ready for some fun, fun, fun, Savannah…!”
“Oooh…!” the eponymous pegasus cooed as Rumble was now bent down on both knees over the grassy surface, his tongue quickly slipping out of the mouth and slowly sliding into her very sheath.
Soon, the lemony mare felt giddy now that the silver stallion started lapping the contents of her loins, resting a lone hand on his jet–black tresses for support. As soon as Savannah felt Rumble’s muzzle tickling her before slowly slithering it in, she moaned slowly yet loudly at the tightness he was quick to indulge in. Even so, the silver stallion ran his very tongue around the lemony mare’s gaskins briefly as they, too, had started to spread further wide for himself to explore. Rumble could barely even help himself but drooled every time it’d went sliding right in and out of Savannah’s plications repetitively, his hands onto her hips. In no time, the lemony mare had given out some more small moans, each turning into loud yelps of happiness the moment her sheath’s depths were tampered. The sheer cold from the silver stallion’s expedition had soon caused the achromatic fluid to just squirt from Savannah’s loins and onto his taste buds warmly.
Breaking away from the lemony mare’s plications, Rumble tittered vigorously, “even after our high school years, you still tastes great: freshly squeezed fruits got nothing on you or your pussy…”
“I’m glad to hear that from you, sweetie; besides, I still can’t forget what you did to me back then: popping my cherry changed my life…” Savannah giggled amorously before turning around to show off her callipygian croup, something which had made the silver stallion’s shaft starchy, “of course, I know for a fact that you love more than just some sorbet or gelato with me.”
“I know and your snatch isn’t the only place within your body I like to stick my tongue into…” said Rumble whom slowly and gently stroked, massaged, and even rubbed the coat over the lemony mare’s flanks a few times with his hands, giving her the time to bite her lip as he’d prepared himself.
With the same tongue from before, the silver stallion had jutted into Savannah once again, sending tingles throughout her body as she’d shut both of the green eyes tightly and suppressed quiet moans. The lemony mare reopened them to look back quickly, watching in contentment now Rumble had held onto her fundament firmly in his grip, muzzle buried at once running around and within thoroughly. The silver stallion soon stopped to lap at the adjacent sheath underneath, bringing out some more pleasure from Savannah each time his tongue had switched back to the croup and vice versa repetitively. Soon, the lemony mare felt her saliva curling down from the corner of those very lips with the sensation of Rumble’s exploration gave way to hunger and thirst; in any case, she’d needed some satisfaction. In the meantime, the silver stallion had stretched Savannah’s flanks wide before forwarding his tongue back in, causing her to collapse on the soft flooring and close her eyes again whilst loudly moaning on. The lemony mare began gurgling about at the thought of wanting to taste Rumble soon enough, the dribble from his tongue surpassed the point of wishing she’d have done more to support her body before. Savannah attempted to reach down to her wet loins and started furbishing it rhythmically as the silver stallion began to permeate through the croup in such an illustrious manner, slurping and licking about.
The lemony mare had cried out as Rumble’s saliva was dripping down throughout the very abyss with warmth now enveloping him within those folds as she'd quickly felt all of it now entering inside her own fundament altogether, “how does it taste; is it also sweet enough for ya…?”
“Mm…!” the silver stallion answered in a slobbering moan, having listened to the voluptuous sultry inquiries as some kind of encouragement to lick deeper in Savannah; although appetizing, the dryness sat in, forcing him to relent, release, and retract now that his tongue had filled in both contents of his salivation, breaking away from the habit of it all, “oh, Savvy…!”
“Please fuck me rotten, master Rumble: I don’t mind taking it up in either my dirty pussy or slutty butt…” the lemony mare huffed, planting her hands onto the flooring as she’d showed off her wet egresses to the aforementioned pegasus abaft.
Resting on both knees as well, the silver stallion had his yard nearing Savannah’s haunches with a snicker, “hmm… brace yourself then…”
It wasn’t long until Rumble’s freshly exposed prepuce now went inside of the lemony mare’s croup, causing the latter to grip tightly onto the artificial strands in anticipation. At first, the movement had started slowly before gaining some momentum steadily as the silver stallion had held on Savannah’s flanks firmly with the tips of his fingers on her. Under no tiny amount of time whatsoever did the lemony mare started to feel her own plications currently gathering more solutions, their piths and substances slick like before. Now Savannah was firmly aware of how her sheath already burned about with such hot moisture accumulating about, more viscous than the hunger for confectioneries provided. Alongside with the burning sensation upon their faces, the lemony mare was already mewing the loudest of many in the area since her waistline remained occupied by Rumble. Much of the momentum was currently increasing on and about almost immediately as the silver stallion still bounced up against Savannah’s fundament with growing desires. It was only but in a matter of moments Rumble had gotten close enough to unleash a discharge into the lemony mare, her haunches instantly reacting to the repeated incursion. Sure enough, time was of the essence since Savannah was losing control of her own body greatly thanks to the silver stallion, perspiring about as she’d lolled her moisten tongue.
“Ahn, don’t cum yet, please…!” the lemony mare spat out huskily, her salivation escaping and mixing with her perspiration as Rumble closed his blushing eyes for a few seconds before reopening them to find her still in front of him standing upward this time, “sorry, sug… I just needed some room to pet my kitty while you were at it; you can carry on now, master…”
Still grasping onto Savannah tightly, the silver stallion moved his right hand to grab onto her adjacent elbow while his other hand groped the tacky bust as the shaft moved inside her croup. The resumption of movement, though slow like before, had started to regain some momentum as the lemony mare used her left hand to go in between her legs and start wiping her loins slowly. They couldn’t even help to love every minute of such togetherness with a little more tenderness: Rumble’s yard was buried into Savannah’s flanks, she’d occupied herself with her own sheath. Each time they’d moved around and about, they felt their coats rubbing off of each other in this hot and heavy atmosphere with only the tradewinds of the outside world providing them relief. The two pegasi were still in a touching grip, their perspiration already pouring throughout one another and salivation slowly escaping from their mouths as they moaned more loudly than ever. The lemony mare now pushed two of her fingers inside the plications while the silver stallion used his left hand to chafe her cleavage smoothly and pinch one of her saturated nubbins gently. Their continuous efforts were getting to another highpoint closely since such excitement was just around the corner; for what it was worth, they were all comfortably numbed to the environment. Savannah couldn’t even take it any longer as she’d soon yelled out at the tallest peak of her very own pleasure, shooting out more juices all over from the sheath and on the left hand in full force.
Sure enough, Rumble then bucked his hips into the lemony mare fast and loose, letting out a loud moan along the very way as well; only then did he relent immediately afterwards, already panting and huffing about as she’d soon broken away from himself easily: stretching about was a small string of thick white liquid in between them before being shattered instantly without a care.
“Damn…!” the silver stallion groaned passionately.
Savannah turned over and gave Rumble a kiss before sighing, “mm… I knew you could do it; your cock is so wondrous…!”
“I guess this is what it feels like to have an adult film star for a special somepony by my side…” the silver stallion chuckled as the lemony mare stroked his abs playfully without a care altogether, “I’m glad to have you be there with me…”
“Same here…” Savannah had cooed in turn.
As this was going on, an additional sextet of ponies were found on the other side of where the four pegasi had remained; while many of them were in the altogether, there were still significant differences all of them had, something many likewise would care less about to say in the very least: for starters, at least half of them were mares. Speaking of which, the first of which was a freckled brown pony with eyes of an emerald splash accented by a lewd and lascivious concave: aside from red rubberbands around the twin tails from her short orange mane, she wore a jet–black ensemble of a collar, dress, skirt, panties, and stockings with garter belts alongside a white hat. Kneeling abaft the ginger was a much darker stallion wearing a moderate shade of bright creamy tresses radiating about and colder eyes of blue: in regards to his attire, his right ear was adorned with a pair of small silvery earrings; of the entirety of his muscular body, his flanks bore a bowl of ice cream with a spoon sticking out at the side. Next to the first couple was also a mare, except she was an indigo pegasus who also had purple and blue tresses as well as some light cornflower: her only article of clothing found on the very neck was a lone red collar, leaving flanks bare to show yellow shining suns with their welcoming faces already holding scoops of raisins in the hands. Another silver pegasus stood behind the colorful correspondent whom also had blue eyes, except they were of a lighter opalescent shade: like the dainty blonde, he even had solid gold tresses running to the nape of the neck, albeit brighter; in addition, his lipid flanks bore hot pink drapery lined with thin white zigzags holding them together. Right at the far left was an orange mare with purple tresses matching both eyes bound by a green tie, lanky yet buxom with a red collar much like the colder counterpart, albeit with depth and density: her flanks contained a set of flannel hearts, predominantly pink with intersecting lines of purple and gold laid out like some incomplete grid. Lastly but not least was yet another blond stallion, middleweight yet he just so happened to be a light indigo, like the pegasus mare with a bright strip in the middle: still, much like the two peers nearby, his eyes were blue but they were also accented by freckles; also, his flanks had bore a big gold star with a tiny trail of three small horseshoes.
It was at this point they were all panting and moaning about in synchronicity all the while: the stallions were plowing their prepuces into their corresponding targets’ fundaments and the mares were having their visages slathered in scarlet from the concupiscence they were indulging themselves into. Out of the paired troika, the heavyset blond was taking his time already exploring the confines of his athletic yet curvaceous correspondent, his fleshy shaft nestled within the edges of her croup as they slid in and out of them at a slow and steady pace, something the others nearby were still aware of no less. Though remaining mares in the same actionable position as the indigo pegasus were already given a more rough and tumble fashion, they were still overwhelmed by enough lust to distract them from the textures of their respective stallions abaft, still entering and exiting at their own different speeds. Anyways, the light brown mare was the most pleasured from her darker counterpart’s excursion, moaning the loudest as her flanks were being redden by his direct hands–on efforts, the bared integuments galling off from each other’s constantly close contact they, like others were already engaged no less.
In a matter of minutes, the lonely ginger was the first to squeal loudly in delight, “AHN~ I CAN FEEL MY INSIDES STIRRING ABOUT…!”
“NGH…!” the muscular stallion grunted as he and his lighter correspondent broke away from one another, watching as she’d collapsed onto the solid surface with his extract coagulating within her fundament with a lustful smirk, “you’ve barely changed a bit, haven’t you, Do–Si–Do…? Last year, you and your marefriend had no problem whatsoever in pegging stallions in the flankhole, now it seems your slutty butt can’t take my huge cock in there; it’s no wonder why you detest anal and colt cuddlers in general – you couldn’t handle yourself getting wrecked by ponies like me…! At least their marefriends, Plaid and Hyacinth were able to hold their own when it came to secret butt fun the same way as Twist and the Apple cousins had done last time we’d seen her together with her coltfriend; even CD has been keeping his cock firmly into some Wonderbolt flank and he’s into theatrics.”
“Ahh… Lickety, you’re so rough… but I like it; even with my… clothes on, I’m still… naked enough… to let you fuck me…” the titular tenant panted as her textiles were becoming stained by the solutions within so to speak.
The lanky compeer looked on to find the brown ginger sprawled about and grunted about, “well, we can just… agree on one thing… Lickety had… a good mind to… go and do you… really good… even after… you all of his… cock inside there… 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…” Do–Si–Do mewed as she found herself further soiling her fabrics by chafing the loins in between legs; this caught all of the stallions nearby off–guard as well as the other mares too, especially Plaid herself, “somepony, please… eat me out now… I’m a dirty whorse…!”
“You know, Star… this Filly Guide… may as well need… it already… after what he did… to her, it’d be… nice to help her… clean up for once… besides, I’ve been… wondering what… her creampie would… taste like right now… since Lickety… blew his load in… Do–Si–Do…” the orange mare sighed, looking at the brown ginger with hungry eyes as the middleweight stopped.
It wasn’t long until Plaid crawled away from the eponymous equine and moved her smirking muzzle over onto Do–Si–Do’s haunches, prompting him to speak to the former at once, “are you sure you want to do this…? You’ve just met these two tonight and not an idea as to who else he’d been sleeping with before meeting her…”
“I know but I just can’t let a delicate young mare go on looking and feeling like this; after all, I don’t mind kissing others like her: Hyacinth and Saffron made me feel comfortable about it…” the orange mare answered as the brown ginger sprayed achromatic liquids into the former’s face, “besides, I’m starting to like her already…”
“Hah…!” was all that Do–Si–Do could say as Plaid started lapping at the concoctions upon the former’s lap after licking the first batch right away.
Needless to say, the indigo stallion didn’t object, already shoving his yard back into the orange mare’s fundament as she’d started exploring the brown ginger’s egresses almost immediately. The fact that Plaid was now lapping into Do–Si–Do’s croup left the latter wincing in pleasure as the former’s dirty deed was synced up with Star still pushing in and out from behind, like before. The orange mare moved around and zeroed in onto the brown ginger’s inner edges, leaving the latter more hot and bothered than ever, despite having a prepuce lodged into the former’s flanks. Still, Plaid refused to be parted from the extract left behind by the darker blond, even as she’d felt her fundament contract every push and pull alongside the brief moments in between at once. In the meantime, the indigo stallion focused his shaft into the orange mare’s croup at a higher speed than before, increasing her ecstasy in little to no time whatsoever with a new oral fixation. All the constant attention Do–Si–Do received was leaving her the most eager for what Plaid had been giving out the whole time, the former panting and moaning as the latter still retained focus. Either way, Star still noticed how the orange mare’s flanks had maintained a much tighter grip; the mares’ mews grew loud with each passing thrust throughout stirring about with momentum. The indigo stallion paused for a moment to savor the textures of Plaid’s callipygian muscles as well as the performance she and the brown ginger had still partaken in, something others noted.
Needless to say, Star started slamming into the orange mare as hard as possible, causing her to tense up yet relax anyway as she still couldn’t let go of Do–Si–Do or the fluids still remaining.
Star pumped himself further inward, delivering more crushing blows to Plaid in a steady pattern as she, too, had started to rub her moist sheath after finally cleaning out the brown ginger; of the two mares directly in his line of eyesight, the former had gurgled, “come on, Star: shoot your load into my flank hole; make me cum like she did when Lickety had fucked her really hard…”
“Almost there…” the indigo stallion sputtered as the orange mare bucked her flanks against his skin with overwhelming determination; needless to say, his hard work had paid off as the same extract that exited from Lickety and entered Do–Si–Do earlier, now escaped from the former, “UNF…!”
“OH, STAR…!” Plaid snorted intensely, her body imploding from the utter shock of Star’s excursion before falling onto the brown ginger’s legs; while both fundaments had been supersaturated, the former was now riddled with the same compound consumed from the latter mare as they’d both panted and moaned about.
Do–Si–Do soon regained the strength to rolled around in place and sat up straight to face the orange mare in between her cannons with a sigh, “mm… this is probably the first time I had indulged in something like this: letting another mare eat me out after consenting to some anal sex from a stallion I knew from last year; it’s so bizarre. The only thing closest I’d been to the darker side of things was trying to buy a pack of cigarettes to share it with my fellow Filly Guide friends a decade ago; everypony older than us seemed to have no problem smoking them whether with or without a pipe, yet so few other colts and fillies had been able to get access to them as well.”
“If it’s any consolation, I’d experimented with Spike when we were younger to: I was kind of feeling attracted since I’d last seen him back in his youth…” the darker blond had sighed as Plaid cuddled up to the brown ginger at once, hugging and kissing about, “although he had the hots for Rarity, he’d also felt like trying something out with me the minute I’d confessed my feelings. After I’d heard of his molt, my first response was cowering in fear because of my whole memory of him turning into a giant monster on the day after his birthday; the truth is I’d never considered the possibility that gift–giving would play a role in all this, let alone transform him outright: even when years had passed, the only thing that had throughout changed was him growing wings…”
“Yeah, I saw him go through it: red spots, volume shifts, even burping fire; come to think of it, he was almost this close to burning down the library the last time I’d seen him suffer about…” the lipid pegasus entered the conversation already, stopping himself from plowing into his gymnastic counterpart’s croup with little warning.
Needless to say, it wasn’t long until the indigo pegasus chimed in as well, “at the School of Friendship no less: dragon or otherwise, the loss of those books would’ve been devastating, especially considering a certain so–and–so; come to think of it, how’s Princess Twilight anyway…?”
“Same as always – more or less like the old princesses, Celestia and Luna; though to be fair, she was the odd one out compared to the rest of her family, especially Cadance and her husband, Shining Armor…” Do–Si–Do answered as she and the orange mare were currently face–to–face with each other almost immediately, “I’ve not followed much of what goes on with the Crown.”
“Me neither…” Plaid said impishly, prior to stealing a kiss from the brown ginger with little hesitation whatsoever.
Although Do–Si–Do was caught off–guard by the orange mare’s osculation considering the recent turn of events, the former was at ease with the latter’s interactivity sure enough, getting a taste of each other’s contents instantaneously. The three blond stallions nearby as well as Hyacinth herself were stunned by the fact that two mares were now liplocked with one another, their exposed integuments presently serving as a direct juxtaposition for the rest to take notice. Plaid and the brown ginger felt their faces burning bright again, this time sharing the warmth with one another as their very loins had dripped about with achromatic fluids accumulating at once from their close proximities all the while.
Even though that the other ponies in attendance were moaning about, the stagnant quartet still focused their attention on them alone nevertheless: of them, the indigo stallion had stammered about, “you know, I’m feeling very conflicted about how I’m supposed to feel watching this…”
“Relax, Star… Plaid Stripes isn’t the only mare whom can swing both ways; as a matter of fact, our marefriends aren’t the only ones at all…” Lickety sighed as he’d crawled over to their side from abaft, locking eyes onto the filled flanks of the orange mare without a care, “may I eat you out as well, miss…?”
“A mare needs to be cleaned anyway so go on ahead and give it a lick, Split…” Plaid answered after breaking away from Do–Si–Do’s lips, already feeling the darker blond’s hands nearing deep impact.
At long last, Lickety went out on a full–frontal assault, stretching his tongue into the orange mare’s fundament without a care as to what had been done before or the present reactions of the leftover onlookers within the extremely short distance: of them, the lipid pegasus felt his dry yard standing on endwise with an exclamation, “oh Celestia, look at him go…!”
Star was also at a loss for words regarding what his eyes were being treated to: the darker blond was taking the time to lap away what the former had expelled into Plaid even as she’d still retained concentration upon the brown ginger underneath so to speak of.
“Plaid must be having the time of her life with that party like before: she’s kissing Do–Si–Do while Lickety felches her at the same time…” the athletic pegasus cerebrated, feeling her plications getting supersaturated at the sight of the sedentary trio, “it’s like there’s no other mare she can’t kiss: Saffron, me, and even that Filly Guide are like conquests for her to enjoy…”
“Mm, you’re so fucking nasty, Lickety… but please keep on going… help me burst again…!” the orange mare mewed, sensing the aforementioned stallion’s tongue still within her sodden croup as he’d explored its crevasse without a care in the whole wide world for what others would think about themselves anyway.
Do–Si–Do was completely helpless before the likes of Plaid and the darker blond yet was at ease with their presence, the memories of what they’d done earlier leaving the former lost in thoughts, “so this is how Tag–A–Long feels about sex in general: no matter how many fillies and colts she sleeps with, she’s still happy to be around them all the while. Forget about her, everypony in my troop has no problem with it at all: Trefoil and Savannah sleep with each other every chance they get, Samoa has Pipsqueak and Flutterbye for company, Berry has Truffle and Opal, and even Dulce kissed Coronet on the lips. I’m just being a little repressive about the whole thing altogether: I’ve been so focused on being a good little Filly Guide for so long, I’ve forgotten to learn how to live my own life to the fullest; at least with Twilight’s experiences, we can fill safe and sound again like our predecessors had done when Celestia had ruled Equestria alone.”
“Ahn~!” the orange mare cried out again as Lickety had finally cleaned her out at once, now finally lapping into the nearby sheath underneath; while this was going on, she’d moved her head towards the brown ginger’s bosoms with a licentious grin, “I still wonder; did Lickety ever play with your boobs when you two got down and dirty with each other…?”
“Wha… OOH…!” Do–Si–Do barely had time whatsoever to answer Plaid as the former’s bust was finally latched onto by the adventurous latter, still taken in by the lingering lust shared by themselves already for their peers to observe at a close range like before.
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