My name is Fireflower and this update is my way of let y'all know that I'm still yearning to write even after all those times spent uploading and updating; however, this is still a clopfic alone so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, please get off of this website now while you still can.

Anyways, I just want to state for the record to those who may have forgotten what I'd said earlier about My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro: fan characters Lemonpuffs and Minituffs will make an appearance in this one and they belong to mt; in addition, Zula will be making another appearance as well since she belongs to an–tonio.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the third chapter: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it'd took about over a month for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site, especially since I'd plenty more to write about last year; I hope you can appreciate it and that we meet again soon enough.

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 wildly indigo tiles on the ground, each of which bearing the slight potential in which any future could be foretold. The walls were painted in vaguely obscure olive, a much arguably colorful shade than the very snowstorm still raging onward and about at all. Speaking of which, the gentle taps of flakes 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, Silver Spoon was found to be washing her hands as she barely paid attention to the steamy reflection of herself. Purple eyes were filled with angst and unease as the sweat from the young gray mare’s brows became mixed in with the water and foam already swirled into the drain. Of course, she was firmly aware of the fact her upper limbs weren’t the only places on her very body already moistened considering the environment she was inside of.

“Diamond, are you done yet…?” Silver Spoon had called out, her question already lost in the echoes of the running water nearby.

Despite the obstructions, the young gray mare gotten her reply almost immediately, “just a second, Silvy; I need to straighten out my mane…!”

“It’d have been much more easier if she’d just let me help her; after all, we’re still friends…” Silver Spoon gently ruminated, shutting the steely faucet off completely as both of her hands became cleaned again; afterwards, she’d quickly turned around and started walking away, “how far along are you anyway, Diamond…?”

“Just about one more round and we’ll be back in action…” the titular tenant’s voice had answered at once.

In spite of the mist, the young gray mare 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, Silver Spoon assumed that said form in question belonged to her hot pink friend; after all, the latter had given the former a reason to even be here currently at once. Nevertheless, the young gray mare was also aware that neither of them was alone, in spite of the rather near lacking of other ponies, much less herself and Diamond Tiara anyway.

Needless to say, Silver Spoon gotten proven wrong: rather than the petite pink pony, Rainbow Harmony was there rinsing the suds off of the bared body as only a black collar was now found firmly around the neckline; as far as the former can even see it, the latter had currently donned a blank notepad with a purple writing utensil at the side of it right over the limber toned flanks.

Before finding the strength call out to Diamond Tiara, the young gray mare had started speaking to the spectral pegasus immediately, “are you alright, Rainbow…?”

“Huh…?” the eponymous mare gasped as she’d turned around to find Silver Spoon within her line of eyesight, “what happened…?”

“Sorry, I thought for a second here that you were my friend Diamond Tiara but it seems she’s not alone; is there something on your mind…?” the young gray mare had asked the spectral pegasus instantaneously.

Rainbow Harmony turned away and retorted somberly, “nothing much, it’s just that I feel so stressed and nervous ever since that day: I remember what Cozy Glow did but I’d also come to terms with it as well with the help of my friends, true friends to be clear; the only problem I have is getting them out of my mind. We used to seem so happy together when that new school had opened up recently: I can remember the friends we were hoping to make in Ponyville, especially with the cutie marks we’d gotten prior; I’d hoped given our respective talents, we’d have been our firsts and only one to be the best. All that I can think of now is me being in Cozy’s place within the grand scheme of things; after all, I’m not the only pony around here who has been deceived by her ploys: if anything, then I’m the only pony she chose to experiment with since we’d met on that fateful day. Considering that there are at least a few ponies like Rainbow Dash, it’s ironic that I’d moved on from others making the same mistake, even Scootaloo of all ponies; after all, I’d been invited to join her fanclub, even though I’d said no back in the past and I’m still wondering what would’ve happen had things been even so slightly different. Presumably, it must have something to do with my mane and tail and I’m not even the only one in the family either: my big sister Rainbow Flash has that color scheme and she’s a unicorn, yet no one ever dares to make the same mistake with her; it’s funny how our differences almost tore our family and friends apart, even before her reappearance. Somehow, I’m asking myself if coming here was a good idea: it was nice to get away from Ponyville for the weekend but it seems that coming here to Trottingham was barely even worth it; after all, I can’t even help myself but to have nightmares of ponies trying to shunt me off to Tartarus just because of what we’d done prior.”

“It’s okay, it’s not like that we’d expected her to be so evil at a young age, let alone take it this far…” Silver Spoon spoke, noticing a teardrop crawling out amongst the spectral pegasus’ eyes immediately, “as a matter of fact, we didn’t always start out as goody–two–shoes, much less the best of friends with the Cutie Mark Crusaders.”

“What do you mean by that; how come…?” Rainbow Harmony had choked out within only seconds.

Unfazed, the young gray mare elaborated onward, “let’s just say it was a long story from over a decade back but for obvious reasons, I’ll keep it short: we were the only fillies in Ponyville with rich families – Diamond Tiara’s father had a franchise and my father had an export business; it would’ve seemed like that was the only thing we had in common so far. Most of the richest ponies in Equestria were usually found in the nation’s capital of Canterlot, either cause of nobles or some other old money types; we were the nouveau riche – ponies whom had gotten wealthy because our parents had struck it big making smart investments: her dad sold Zap Apple Jam and my mom made expensive tablewares. Nevertheless, we still went to the same schoolhouse as every other foal our age, including the Cutie Mark Crusaders themselves; of course, they didn’t always call themselves that name, let alone hung out together like we did, at least not since the Summer Sun Celebration back in our youth. Out of us whom had gotten ours, Diamond was the first to get hers and I’d trailed behind; after that, the only ponies in our class whom didn’t get them were them and Twist, or so we’d once thought: in any case, it’d seemed like they were going to be stuck like this forever because of their youth and whatnot. Plainly speaking, it’d seemed like that she’d gotten the bright idea to call them blank flanks ever following that day in Cheerilee’s class; it’d all started when she’d kept talking about cutie marks and how she’d gotten one when she was young: apparently, it was when she wore that frizzy mane and tail as a style but so did everypony else according to her. Quaintly enough, Diamond Tiara actually had been friends with Apple Bloom before she’d gotten her cutie mark…”

“You’re kidding… right: but I thought you two were the best of friends with them before the school had opened; how could that be even possible…?” the spectral pegasus had exclaimed quietly, shaking her head while processing what Silver Spoon had said earlier, “besides, you’d just said you and Diamond Tiara had picked on the Crusaders for over a year since then…”

“Of course, I have and believe me, I’m not proud of what I’d said and done, especially to Scootaloo of all ponies: the worst I’d done altogether was mocking her for not being able to fly, despite being a pegasus; little did any of us knew, there was a reason why she couldn’t at first…” the young gray mare sighed sadly this time around so to speak of.

Rainbow Harmony asked, “how come…?”

“Her parents, Snap Shutter and Mane Allgood: her father’s an earth pony and her mother’s a pegasus; they were travelers who barely had time for her, let alone see her…” Silver Spoon answered the spectral pegasus before turning the former’s line of eyesight from the latter, “I never knew they were still alive, let alone how important they were to the entire country… To be honest, it actually kind of explained a lot with how Scootaloo conducted herself: her tastes in ponies, the fact she’d hovered for small amounts of time, not to mention her obsession with… you–who–know of all ponies; even after things had changed for the better, I still couldn’t get over what we’d said and done to her and her friends. To think that they’d chose to forgive us even after remembering the things they’d all been through together, especially since all three of them had gotten their cutie marks at the same time no less; who knows what would’ve happened if they’d not helped Diamond Tiara redeem herself, let alone be a better pony than we’ve been acting.”

“I could think of plenty of things that could’ve happened; after all, my relationship with Cozy Glow opened my eyes to such possibilities, even with Princess Twilight: banished to the moon, sealed inside a volcano, vaporized by rainbow power, sent directly to Tartarus, et cetera…” Rainbow Harmony said as wet steps slowly plopped behind them in midst of the driving deluge.

Before the young gray mare could say anything else, the crowned pony cut into the fray instead, “calm down… this isn’t that kind of biography anyone would be interested in reading, not even the princess.”

“I know; besides, I’ve already been getting some help lately for my issues…” the spectral pegasus had replied at once as Diamond Tiara gently grabbed Silver Spoon’s right hand instantaneously, “Flutterbye and Samoa offered to let me join them in the other area; she’d heard from the other zebras about the lickable wallpaper in there: all the fruity flavors are on there.”

“Yeah, two of them were from another continent, according to what I had heard: as a matter of fact, Zula had gotten hitched to Thunderlane sometime ago, at least from Rumble and Savannah had told me; they’re still here now…” the crowned pony said, earning a gasp from Rainbow Harmony almost immediately.

Nevertheless, the spectral pegasus recovered from the shock and formed some words at once, “wow, I’d never heard that one of the Wonderbolts would marry somepony, let alone a zebra… come to think of it, how’s Zecora…?”

“To tell you the truth, I hadn’t been able to see her lately; the only way she could make contact with us was by letter: apparently, she said she was going somewhere…” Diamond Tiara answered as Rainbow Harmony turned around to walk away from both her and the young gray mare, “in either case, I hope she gets back soon; winters can be so cold…”

“Unless you’re flying south: I hear that birds like geese migrate to stay warm; besides, everything on the southern hemisphere gets warmer in turn and vice versa in the summer…” the spectral pegasus retorted as all of them had now followed the sound of water within the confined area.

It didn’t take long for the arched current to be shut off at once as Silver Spoon chirped brightly, “let’s go check out the silver room; our friends are waiting for us there…!”

They did, of course, the wonders of the environment itself much different from before: equilateral borders, stormy windows, steely background, soft furnishings, bountiful foodstuff, and a few scores of occupants. From what they can see, many inhabitants had integuments painted with colors reminiscent of the precious metal in various shades, styles, and spans alike, barely matching the area in which everybody was already inside. Like the three mares still present and accounted for, not only a vast majority of them in there were in the altogether, the other mares in attendance also wore some collars; of course, Rainbow Harmony had remembered it. Just like the goldenrod section from before, all of them were currently found in various poses imaginable, still averaging at no more–or–less than mere pairs all moaning, groaning, and squealing without even a care. A composite series of strings and percussions with blaring bass tones were playing about acutely from a phonograph with brief flashes of color streaking about in clear–cut shapes both simplistic and otherwise in near synchronicity.

Out of many, one lone jet–black pegasus was found to be standing up about right against the wall‘s heightened surface with bared integuments subjected to the cold. Silver and blue tresses were found making its very way throughout its wearer’s nape, already narrowed down into a centralized strip currently standing on endwise. Around the luxurious pupils were but circles of goldenrod already tempered by years worth of experience yet still retaining some youth like everyone else in there. The sheer lack of attire altogether showed of the masculine musculature of the jet–black pegasus from top to bottom, his abs and prepuce on full display in the frigid air. Resting over his flanks was a minuscule mobilized stormcloud with a zigzag bolt of lightning trailing downward from its point of origin without touching the ground.

In any case, the jet–black pegasus’ shaft had caught his attention as he’d covered it up with a left hand and started rubbing slowly, already appreciating its firm and lengthy state. Feeling the subsequentially tightening reaction of his yard just chaffing against the palms and the lukewarm air around the entire remaining body left all the teeth grinding about. Even so, the jet–black pegasus started to envisage someone in attendance directly next to him, wrapping both arms around his thighs to suckling onto yard without even a care. He could barely help himself but moan every time the texture of the two surfaces made contact with each other, even going so far as to spread both his legs apart for pleasance. Another moan escaped from the jet–black pegasus’ lips as he was grunting with pleasure with the contents within his prepuce gathering around as he continued on confidently.

“So, Thunderlane, having fun by yourself already…?” a feminine voice suddenly interjected with a giggle, his massaging movements ceasing as he was greeted by a friendly face: Zula high and dry for the most part in the naked now, save for a collar matching both her eyes and a flower in her monochromatic mane, “I’d thought you’d have remained patient enough to let me return…”

“Sorry, it’s just that’s been dying to figure out how we’re going to keep up at this rate: all this bumping and grinding has been draining my cock lately and in the past hour no less; at least your concoctions helped me keep going for much longer than this…” the aforementioned stallion had quickly sputtered as he soon released himself from his own shaft instantaneously so to speak of.

In any case, the buxom zebra was carrying a pair of bottles within both her hands, presenting them to the jet–black pegasus with a snicker, “don’t be such a foal: you’re a Wonderbolt now and your baby brother’s following your hoofsteps like a champ; the old guard has made great strides at turning your kind into the finest fliers, especially under Spitfire’s command… I’m sure that your dick can take it a little more for the rest of the night, let alone for a few more hours: there’s still so many things we can do together at the factory as well as so many ponies we can do with and to them; besides, we’re both adventurous enough to have an appetite for our respective genders as well alongside the finest foods and beverages…”

“You’re telling me…” he’d said to her almost immediately as she’d brushed up against him, his yard pointed toward her thigh directly, “I never imagined I’d be invited to see the inside of the factory, let alone a party here; as a matter of fact, even I was surprised as to who’d also showed up here this year: my brother has been having fun with Savannah since last year at Rosemound.”

“I know it must have been a real wonder to see the sights and sounds in Trottingham together, especially during the holiday season: even though it’s not a part of the Equestrian mainland, it still has its slice of it all the same; at the same time, it reminds you of Ponyville as well…” Zula cooed as she’d pecked Thunderlane on the leftmost cheekbone impishly at once.

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 jet–black pegasus shivered from the zebra’s drinks abaft. 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 to each other’s concupiscence, even with the beverages still within their mutual possession. 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 he’d transferred his lips from the target down to her collared neckline, he’d then exhaled air from both nostrils, breathing down on her literally. Only then when Thunderlane’s tongue started licking Zula’s lips, she’d felt the sensation crawl around her very body, not caring due to anticipation. Once immediately, the zebra’s smile grew as the jet–black pegasus quickly slid his tongue down to her bosoms, earning himself only muted whinnies. Delighted by the sheer fact that he’d started tugging on them with his teeth, causing her to let out more soft moans into the open atmosphere instantly.

Before either of them could continue any longer, a stray voice just as feminine as Zula caught both her and Thunderlane off–guard as she’d spoken out, “my, my… you’re off to a wonderfully good start and here I was listening to my dearest Lemonpuffs’ recent escapade with the likes of goldilocks and their three mares…”

It wasn’t long until the twosome felt their company increase by a mere twofold: another zebra from before appeared, this time wearing a short jet–black dress with white frills and gloves along with purple ribbons even though her modest bust and petaloid flowerbed were still freshly exposed to the open air for anyone lifeform, like and unlike themselves to see it all rather clearly.

Standing next to the mare in dishabille was a high yellow stallion already in the fray, bearing all fresh aromas despite being in the altogether. 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, Lemonpuffs already showed off his middleweight state along with a 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.

“Minituffs… I see that you and your boy toy are having the time of your lives back in your old hometown, let alone in the factory…” the bouncy zebra had said to her leaner counterpart as well as the titular middleweight nearby almost immediately in the process, “how does it feel to have return here for a good time together with everypony else…?”

“Better than we’d remembered, thank you very much: all the streets are more cleaner and ponies are friendlier than ever, especially with Twilight and Cadance sharing the love and friendship beyond Equestria; shame that Milky Way isn’t working here anymore, let alone living here…” the yellow stallion answered Zula instantaneously.

A slight frown escaped from Minituffs as she’d faced Lemonpuffs with a groan, “let it go, Lemon: I don’t mind you having some backdoor action with mares and stallions like Lickety and Trixie, but Milky Way has a life of her own now; besides, she hasn’t been invited to this party anyway…”

“Speaking of invitations, had Florida been able to go with us, it would’ve been complete for old times’ sake: me, Trinidad, and her…” the curvaceous zebra sighed softly as she’d soon sat the beverages upon a nearby table gently with faint melancholy in her tone, “Equestria was ours for the taking, especially with all the stallions they had, well hung and ready to wreck our pussies. Of course, we were all responsible enough to go plan ahead, despite having some fun alongside them and the mares that wanted us; contraceptives and aphrodisiacs, all of which to make the sex last as long as possible without any of the hangups from the encounters: pregnancies, infections, infertilities, impotency, and the like still exists, even in this day and age and not just in Equestria. My potion making skills haven’t always been the best but they did enough work to bring out the true potential of any stallion willing to have a good time with any of us, if not more so than ever: Thunderlane had plowed my butt so many times, even I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to sit down for an entire week, much less sleep on my back with or without him right at my bedside no less. Even though that I had so much fun with the other ponies in and out of Equestria alone, this very Wonderbolt here couldn’t get enough of me or my friends and he wasn’t even alone in our own escapades: Soarin also took his time filling us up with his cum and they even had no problem at all whatsoever in playing some backgammon with each other while we’d watching and had fun. Plainly speaking, we’d loved to explore the entire world and its very inhabitants because of how beautiful it was to the three of us: even though we were different, we’d felt like gotten more in common with each other, besides being zebras from another country; after all, the sheer fact our collective stamina left us adventurous enough to indulge in whatever had been presented to us. Only when we’d found a stallion to settle down with did we soon began to appreciate the joys of creative services from our talents: Trinidad had her sports and going to the beach alongside with Corey while Florida learned from the flora, helping me better myself; still, we’d been able to stay in touch with each other and not just for the sex and candy as we can see here in Trottingham. Now, lust is our main specialty and we’re not even alone in that department as far as everypony knew, especially the four of us: this is actually our first time being invited to one of Smudge Proof’s parties, let alone right out of the entire Equestrian mainland; the fact he has a factory under his control has left us awestruck to see the inner machinations of it all in one single night. Youngsters as well as our younger selves would’ve been ecstatic to be given a trip to a candy factory anywhere in the world: Trottingham happens to be the one city that has one of the very best so far, let alone in Equestria alone, if I do ever say so myself; the fact we’ve been given an opportunity of a lifetime would be the part where all the words start to fail like a house of cards.”

“In any case, how about we put on a show together for our boys: you and me start out with a little tongue wrestling and have some fun amongst each other while they watch us both; sounds like a fair proposition for you, Zula…?” the skinny zebra had cooed softly while approaching her eponymous compeer with golden luster shining about, much to their male onlookers’ intrigue.

Needless to say, the buxom mare wasted no time embracing the juxtaposition between herself and Minituffs, especially considering the clothes its wearer wore covered much of the latter’s body compared to the former whom answered, “it’s more than that, Mini: it’s a hobby of mine…”

It didn’t take long for Zula to be literally face–to–face with her slender correspondent and locked lips with almost immediately at once. The fact that both zebras were exposed and reeked with perspiration wasn’t even enough to fill them with any shame in the very least. As far as anyone could see, both the jet–black pegasus and the grounded yellow stallions barely believed what was happening before. Within the mutual embrace, Minituffs and her bouncy counterpart bit the lips and tongues as well as one another gently all throughout. Rather than contesting, they were cooperative, every second spent osculating each other was blissful to a fault, especially for Zula. Despite the zebra mares being in close proximity to both Thunderlane and Lemonpuffs, none of the observers had dared to deter them. They were firmly aware of the differences they’d both possessed along their very commonalities simply thru the power of the touch. Right throughout the own lidded eyes, the very irises instantaneously met with subdued clashes of shades, hue, and cry in betwixt all.

“Oh, Zula…” Minituffs moaned after finally breaking away from the aforementioned target, “ahh…”

“How was it, Mini… did you like how I had tasted: was it sweet or spicy, like all the other mares and stallions from before…?” the curvaceous zebra cooed as she’d eyed her leaner yet blushing correspondent alongside with faint smiling.

Minituffs wasted no time whatsoever in giving Zula an answer, “a little saccharine compared to the last mare I’d kissed at the party: a certain Filly Guide from Ponyville happened to be more fruity with her taste; of course, she may as well could’ve said the same thing all the while…”

“I agree with her; we went to the party at Vanhoover back in the summertime with two other ponies, Truffle Shuffle and his lover Berry Munch…” the yellow stallion chimed in at last, his shaft firmly in hand as he’d gently stroked it to the somewhat stagnant sight of the zebra mares still standing about, “we had a lot of fun with them at the water park together.”

“Yeah, I heard my brother’s marefriend talk about it about a month ago when she was invited again along with a friend of hers: ironically, Rumble wasn’t able to mention it on the account of being alone a few seasons prior; apparently, there must have been a pattern in who’s chosen…” the jet–black pegasus replied as Minituffs and Zula still kept on going without a care whatsoever.

It was long until the buxom zebra lowered her lips towards her slender counterpart’s bared cleavage and started to fondle them slowly with a wayward tongue from the former’s muzzle. From the first contact, Minituffs struggled to suppress a moan as Zula had begun to suckle onto the smaller figure, leaving behind ribbons of salivation upon the former’s own bosoms at once. The lean zebra’s moaning then intensified when her bouncy correspondent’s teeth had started chewing over the ords, causing both Thunderlane and Lemonpuffs to feel themselves hardened. Even though Minituffs’ luxuries were now becoming met, it didn’t mean that it was time to let herself laze about yet since she was still standing upward alongside the likes of the angled Zula. As a result of the curvaceous zebra’s unyielding efforts, the oxygenated air had respired in and out of her skinnier counterpart at various speeds and concentrations in response so to speak of. While Zula was accompanied by the lone legatos of Minituffs’ emissions, the former had gotten a clear taste of what had readily dwelt within the latter’s bust almost immediately so to speak of. Of course, the slender zebra smiled about as her buxom correspondent had drank away the fluids provided for the latter, unperturbed from the unsurprising results or the stallions nearby them.

After breaking away from Minituffs’ cleavage, Zula had stroked the left cheekbone and cooed, “it’s amazing after all these years as a mother, you’re still able to keep your breasts and that stallion of yours; how do you even stay together knowing how many times his big floppy horse cock has been into your body as well as so many mares and stallions: what’s your secret…?”

“It’s not really much of a secret: Lemon’s been into some films and so have I; staying together is a matter of being well–off…” the lean zebra answered as she’d taken a seat yards away from the bottles her bouncy counterpart rested on the very same table, “we didn’t leave simply Trottingham because it was boring, you know…”

“I don’t think it’s boring and neither does Thunderlane: out of all the coolest places, this was actually the first time we’d been in the factory together; everywhere else in the city is so magical, even the day spa…” Zula replied as she’d knelt before Minituffs, already taking aim at the open undercarriage resting between the legs.

Sure enough, the curvaceous zebra’s tongue had quickly slipped out her mouth and slowly slid it into her skinnier correspondent’s sheath straightaway. Soon, Minituffs felt hot and heavy now Zula had begun lapping the very contents of the former’s flowerbed, resting a lone hand upon the latter’s tresses. As soon as the slender zebra felt her buxom counterpart’s muzzle tickling afore slowly slithering it in, they moaned slowly yet loudly at its dimensions. Even so, Zula ran her very tongue around Minituffs’ gaskins briefly as they, too, were currently beginning to spread a bit further wide for exploration. The bouncy zebra could barely help herself but drooled every time she’d went sliding in and out of the leaner correspondent’s undercarriage either way. In no time, Minituffs gave out more small moans which then turned into loud yelps of happiness since the depths of her sheath were tampered by Zula. The sheer cold from the curvaceous zebra’s expedition soon caused the achromatic fluid to squirt from her skinnier counterpart’s flowerbed in due time.

After sneaking another quick lick from Minituffs’ supersaturated undercarriage, Zula sniffed about and purred salaciously, “tastes like he’d made the right choice: your milk isn’t the only thing that’s made ponies happy through the years…”

“I could say the same for your partner’s tastes in mares, let alone our kind in particular…” the slender zebra sighed as she and the buxom correspondent were now face–to–face once again, sweating more than ever, “and it seems we’re not alone in this department either, much less into other mares…”

“Mph…!” Zula cried out as Minituffs suddenly stole a kiss from the former with little warning whatsoever, the latter now relishing in the opportunity taken as well as the flavors from the very body in question.

While the zebra mares were at it again, two more mares were found at the opposite corner of the area: a pink pony and her metallic counterpart from before at separate but equal ends with their own distended ample legs on the floor. With their sheaths already close to one another, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were both jarring against themselves very slowly with eyes clouded by the same concupiscence many were overwhelmed by currently so to speak. Already at once within earshot, they were moaning about as the friction made by their movement kindled with such a rising intensity at an approaching zenith; excitement was currently around the bend for the likes of them already. As the clashing coats had started to perspire about, the pink pony held onto her metallic correspondent rather tightly even as the tenacious milling about between one another’s flowerbeds have increase in momentum. Bouncing to and fro alongside them freely, both Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon had moaned vociferously amongst themselves, like much of their peers as the former soon maintained an advantage over the latter slowly at once. Sure enough, however, the mismatched ponies’ undercarriages were soaking about in their own essences completely, rivaling their collective sweat in viscosity and the likes of collaborative efforts betwixt both Minituffs and Zula.

The young gray mare cooed, “oh Ditty, you kitty…”

Afterwards, they’d started to wrap around each other lightly and gently, already locking lips and exchanging some breaths within the interim. Happily in the altogether, eyes were closed and faces nearing each other as the hot pink pony kissed her concupiscent colleague at once. Needless to say, the ponies’ passions started to grow only stronger, making them more eager to go explore one another’s mouths with ease. Their dulled ecstasy was enough for Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon to reside there, continuing onward tongue–tied prior to breaking away.

“Isn’t it kind of nice that we’ve been invited to one of Smudge Proof’s parties again…?” Diamond Tiara had asked Silver Spoon underneath rather sensually, earning a snigger from the latter almost immediately, “I can’t believe that were back together again after all these months; it’s such a shame that our other friends couldn’t show up this time…”

“I agree: I kind of found the whole idea of Apple Bloom and Twist having a go at each other since our time at the Ponyville Spa; they’d looked so much cuter together when they were little fillies…” the young gray mare had simply sighed softly in a sultry sound, smooching her hot pink friend once again rather effortlessly.

It didn’t take long for Diamond Tiara to respond at once after breaking away from Silver Spoon, “to be honest, before I’d even saw them kiss, I’d never consider the possibility they’d swing both ways, let alone do it together; the only mares I knew of, aside from us, whom could kiss fillies and colts was Sunny Daze herself and even her friend kissed a trans pony in Vanhoover…”

“I know that for sure: besides, it’d have been nice to invite Bindle Stick again for a little foreplay together; of course, she wouldn’t mind sucking my boyfriend off alongside us either…” the young gray mare snickered before her hot pink friend gone ahead and turned around towards the former’s cannons, “speaking of which, let’s keep on going; out cunts are still burning wet…!”

“Agreed…!” Diamond Tiara chirped as she was now directly facing Silver Spoon’s sheath and vice versa almost immediately

Sure enough, it was at this very point in time that both of the mares were now mutually inverted towards one another, the pink pony’s hands having made contact with the metallic counterpart’s kneecaps as their owners’ mouths aligned with their waistlines. Contentedly, Diamond Tiara had started mollycoddling Silver Spoon’s flowerbed playfully, using a few of the fingers to tickle the edges; in an aroused response, the latter had stuck out a tongue up at the former instantly, fully aware of its moist state. The pink pony swayed her waist responsively, bouncing around lightly for at least several times and moaning quietly in delight while caressing her small bosoms before deciding to do the same to her metallic correspondent’s undercarriage almost instantly. Forwarding their hot and heavy lips each time Silver Spoon felt Diamond Tiara stimulating, exploring, and licking the dainty sheath, it’d started to get so much harder, the former was returning the favor, grasping the latter’s rippling thighs at once. Because the pink pony’s tongue was already intertwined with metallic counterpart’s flowerbed and vice versa, their instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by their very own lips and tongues bringing pleasure towards one another so to speak. Soon, their tongues and mouths had started to transfer so much stimulating arousal between themselves quickly it would seem that they would have been able to get their wishes; afterwards, Diamond Tiara broken away from Silver Spoon with a moan.

Almost instantaneously, the two ponies’ muzzles met with one another yet again, this time with their smiles soiled with their respective solutions as they’d kissed more passionately than ever before.

The young gray mare broken off again this time and said to her hot pink friend, “I feel guilty that your risking all of this for me, even though I have a coltfriend of my own: I don’t even want to think what your mother would do if she were to know about our relationship overall; it’s nice that you stood up to her though even I was rightfully concern about what she could do to you…”

“Don’t be… I’m just glad to be myself again, let alone with you; if anything, then I don’t know what I’d do without you or the Crusaders for that matter: who knows how long we could’ve lasted together…” Diamond Tiara had instantaneously replied, holding onto Silver Spoon in a rather gently loving embrace, “there’s just so much we’d missed out simply by playing a role…”

“I know and it’s not like were mindless machines without a purpose or personality to be manipulated freely for the sake of others’ programmings; we’re flesh and blood earth ponies through and through…” the young gray mare had cooed, speedily stealing a kiss from her hot pink friend almost immediately so to speak of.

Standing right in front of the feminine twosome was an orange stallion with his hands gripping a set of foodstuffs in foil packaging already so to speak. Only a rather moderate shade of some azure tresses were already found to be slicked back neatly, already matching the eyes he’d also possessed at once. Like the many whom were in attendance, the orange stallion was also in the altogether, already showing off his own limber frame compared to them. Donned over his flanks were a rather simple illustration of a ligneous bat already accompanied by a white sphere merely inches away from each other.

It didn’t take much for the orange stallion to speak up to the both of them almost in an instant, “I hoped you still have some energy saved for me…”

“Of course we have, First Base: we still would’ve kept going on with or without you either way…” Silver Spoon had sat upwardly, unfazed by the likes of him now taking his seat between herself and Diamond Tiara gently, “the real question is do you still think my friend would’ve been fine bringing Bindle Stick along with us like she’d done last time…?”

“I wouldn’t have minded seeing her again either way: feeling her performing oral on me after letting you two do the same was leaving me breathless; shame she still chose not to go anyway…” the titular tenant had told both of the mares in question as he’d released himself from the substances over the steely surfaces at once.

Now that the orange stallion’s hands were opened and free, he’d rested them upon the laps of Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, earning an amatory giggle from the two; in the former mare’s case, she was the first to heave, “mmm, you’re so naughty, sticking your hand down my pussy even with Silvy right by your side already…”

“I agree and your dick is still untouched by all the other mares in this place; it’s still erect all of the sudden…” the young gray mare sniggered as she was first of the females to grab onto his yard and began chafing about all the while, “have you not tried jacking that hot spicy boner of yours lately…?”

“Indeed…” First Base answered freely as all three ponies were just getting ready to seek more excitement with one another so to speak of.

Almost immediately, the orange stallion moved both of his hands in between the mares’ legs and started to wipe their supersaturated undercarriages slowly, finding nothing but residue around. Both Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon slowly moaned in pleasure as he’d pushed his fingers inside their sheaths, leaving them with nothing else to do but to grip his prepuce instantaneously. Calmly, First Base just plainly stayed there between the two mares as he’d helped them get to an approaching highpoint alongside themselves, their textures and tactics putting him right at ease. Decency at an absolute zero and below, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon had both struggled to stay in control of themselves even as the orange stallion stuck in between kept on going closely. Even now, he couldn’t wait to hear both of the mares mew in ecstasy like they’ve done before, especially considering the fact they were already latched onto his shaft rather tightly so to speak. First Base had gotten what his ears had wanted: Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon couldn’t take it any longer than ever; meanwhile, his yard was still high and dry despite their collective efforts.

In any case, the young gray mare was the first to lower herself even further from her seating as she’d started lapping at the orange stallion’s prepuce almost instantaneously, leaving her hot pink friend to rise from her station with an aggravated but cordial inquiry, “doesn’t it seem even too obvious as to why Silvy would choose you now when you could’ve picked me instead…?”

“Not at all; if anything, you and her would’ve made a great couple with Snips and Snails respectively: they’d seemed kind of endearing…” he’d said, watching Diamond Tiara twirl around and show off her moist form at every radian possible as Silver Spoon started licking his shaft, “it’s not like you haven’t practiced kissing between each other before dating others…”

“Please, these two dolts were already taken so to speak: Babs got ahold of his dick in a vice and Twist kept offering her flankhole to his friend all to herself; we wouldn’t have lasted a year together with everything that had gone on about over a decade ago…” the pink pony prattled on before sitting back down next to First Base, even as her metallic correspondent had kept at him.

Although Silver Spoon enjoyed stimulating and syphoning the orange stallion’s yard, he’d still remained focused onto patting Diamond Tiara’s flowerbed, kissing the latter mare hot on the mouth; nevertheless, he’d spreaded his legs a bit further to give the former more room to lick around. He’d barely help himself but feel overwhelmed with delight as both mares had taken aim, at different parts of his body: the pink pony already slapping her tongue against another as her undercarriage dripped with her essence; the metallic counterpart moving her hot and heavy lips anyway. Even with the burning heat amongst themselves and their peers, neither pony refused to let go of one another in spite of it: not even the sweat deterred anyone nor the outside chill provided any kind of relief whatsoever so to speak of; at this rate, the temperatures within and beyond were of no use. Generally speaking, countless drops of the threesome’s essence emanated as they were up, close, and personal with each other: aside from their collective perspiration, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon salivated about over First Base’s face and yard respectively for himself to feel them both intently. At the very least, the orange stallion was firmly aware that it was only a matter of time before he’d be even able to burst, especially considering the fact that both mares were still at his mercy in regards to their concupiscent desires, all three mouths working overtime as they’d remained focused. Only then, he could take solace in the idea there were no hard feelings whatsoever from either Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon themselves; after all, their licentiousness was the only crucial piece of commonality they’d shared with each other and him as well, something that many can relate to.

Out of the two mares around First Base, the pink pony was the first to let herself go, breaking away from the osculation as she’d felt her sheath overflowing with the same achromatic fluid; subsequentially, her metallic correspondent watched as the entire bespectacled visage being splashed with his opaque compound, staining the face and the glasses over its wearer’s eyes.

Needless to say, Silver Spoon savored it all, swallowing some into her mouth before sighing, “that felt good on my face better than I’d expected…”

“You’re telling me, Silvy: First did a better job flicking my bean; I should do a much better job at this when I return tomorrow…” Diamond Tiara moaned as she’d struggle to stand up again with her body threatening to betray the stance both mares had taken, “how’s your pussy feeling anyway…?”

“It’s drying out already but I’m ready to let you try some of my honey, Ditty…” the young gray mare had answered with a coo after licking the solution off of her eyewear, presenting her hot pink friend the less saturated but still moistened flowerbed with both hands, like before so to speak.

In any case, Diamond Tiara wasted no time in licking Silver Spoon’s undercarriage once again, this time feeling the orange stallion jutting into the fundament as he’d sent tingles throughout the former’s body as the latter shut both of the purple eyes tightly before watching them contently. The pink pony felt him holding onto her croup firmly in his grasp, muzzle buried inside at once running roundabout and within thoroughly even as she’d remained firmly focused directly onto her metallic counterpart’s sheath, almost ignoring his presence despite his very efforts altogether. First Base still held onto to Diamond Tiara despite stopping to lap at the adjacent flowerbed underneath her very flanks, bringing out some more pleasure each time his tongue switched back to and fro repetitively even as she’d maintained her concentration in regards to Silver Spoon. Soon, the pink pony had felt some salivation curling down from the corner of her own lips with the sensation of the orange stallion’s exploration gave way to hunger and thirst; having said that, she was at ease with doing the same to the metallic correspondent’s undercarriage all the while. In the meantime, he’d stretched Diamond Tiara’s fundament wider before forwarding his tongue back inside, threatening to cause a collapse as her loud moaning was muffled by Silver Spoon’s sheath, the latter mare grabbing onto the former mane’s mane gently while mindful of the crown. The pink pony gurgling about as she’d lapped at the metallic counterpart’s flowerbed, feeling the dribble from First Base’s tongue surpassed the point of wishing that she would’ve done more to support her body before then, even with the metallic counterpart’s assistance in their fullest view. As the orange stallion still began to permeate throughout Diamond Tiara’s croup in such a rather illustrious manner slurping and licking within them all, she’d felt her face flushed upon by Silver Spoon’s discharge as the adjacent visage became oversaturated with similar solutions from afore.

At long last, the young gray mare had squealed with delight after breaking away from her hot pink friend’s muzzle almost instantaneously so to speak of, “AHN~ DITTY…!”