Log Horizon
If there was one thing that proved to be noticeable for many of its inhabitants already though, then it would be that many of them were now on the lighter side as of this moment in time. Daylight was burning bright as a fluorescent lightbulb as the scenery below it was being bathed in its glow, providing only warmth and guidance in its entirety from high above into the sky. Within a large dream drop distance was but a mere civilization already defined in such various materials whatsoever, most of them being the ones surpassing the likes of even three little pigs. The calm gentle breeze was found to be surfing across the grassy knolls, the brilliant green surrounding it all on a solid lower plane of existence even with concrete roads lying side by side. In the background, there had rested a valley and ridge of mountains, raging with growth and erosion in the process of their trying times as the sun hovered over them at the event horizon. The location bustled with utter abundance of people from various demographics: age, gender, finances, and social standing being nothing short from the standardized metallurgy of life itself.
Out of many buildings in this rather quiet place, there was one that had stood out amongst others: a large one in the very outskirts of the town remained in the very distance from the remainders. It’d stood up as high as about three stories tall complete with a clock tower stretching upward wearing a straight face and a long red flag waving about from the tip of the lanky pole upon top. Its predominately ligneous roofing had possessed the style of a tent save for the middle where a glass dome served as the skylight to provide illumination to the people below inside the building. Out from the very entrance was a marble statue of an equine being already standing about atop a pedestal on its hind legs with a free spirit and perhaps, a sense of direction that signals departure. Surrounding it already were thin blades of grass with the occasional stone pavement carved into themselves, a large piece of nature becoming intertwined with the likes of something so artificial. All that remained out there was a pair of horseshoes out in front of them, a smaller one resting upon its side inside another as they became integral to the theme that they were all setting for.
Of all the rooms sharing such a typical atmosphere in the making thanks to the rudimentary choice of decorum in and of itself, this one had order and style for what it’s worth so to speak. The flooring was merely made up of earthly brown carpeting on the ground easily filled to the brim of the richness that was composed to the point of mystery and miracles due to its diversity. The walls were painted in a vaguely obscure shade of yellow temperance, save for some fractions of it all with the wooden base that held it all together with illegible squiggles above. One lone window was found to be on the adjacent side of the doorway where it’s possible to see what was going on outside the techn(olog)ical station, the hustle and flow of life going on. Scattered about were some various artifacts left and right that had given that room some life: bookshelves, charts, pictures, a globe, a desk, an intercom, a microphone, and a purple chair.
Of course, there was only one individual currently sitting inside the room: a snow white alicorn already found to be lazing about with a pinkish blush. She donned long flowing inflated hair with a quartet of colors upon every single bit that already reached down to the nape of the owner’s neck instantly. A pair of bright purple irises emerged from the alicorn’s face in the midst of the contracting eyes of hers already concentrated on some other thing now. While her attire had consisted of a dark blue blouse matching the knickers and petite stilettos, she was in a state of dishabille due to her bared bust. The white alicorn was found to be wearing a sapphire orb around her very neck, bringing attention to the beige underclothing already exposed. Even now, the redness burning underneath the eyes was enough for her, no need for makeup whatsoever to construct her façade, lest it will bleed.
The white alicorn had her left hand in between her legs and started to wipe over the space of fabric slowly, stifling a moan as she pushed two of her fingers inward. With the other hand now gently chafing her bosoms smoothly, she’d just plainly stayed there in the purple chair, already unaware of the setting sun in the cold distance. The white alicorn could barely help herself as the undergarment in question became moistened because of her effort to the point of escaping throughout the very area.
“I’ve never had to fire a teacher before… or even expel a student; I wonder… was I too harsh?” she gasped for oxygen, facing the sunset as her brand of excitement was just around the corner, “hah… Ahhn… Oh! …Aah! Ooh… Doubtful… but now look at you. All fired up after that little display. Oh… I needed that. Wait, is that the sun setting?! I lost track of time…”
The white alicorn stopped herself midway to stare at the golden giant in the distance, alongside the warm colors of the firmament it was found in.
Time had passed on through space alongside with the inhabitants whom were drifting aimlessly as the stars amongst the never–ending blackness floated on, each of them to prompt any wayward traveler to harken back to the memories of life when the richest beverage kept their spirits up until their next destination and from the mouth of madness. Of course, time itself was the only thing that had remained constant in the ever–changing plane of existence where many variables came in all sorts of shapes and size, coexisting alongside either in unions or divisions thereof, transcending boundaries without incident to say the least; then again, almost all of them succumbed to the folding sooner or later. This interval however would prove to be a special case since that there were those who have found themselves still standing rather than stumbling and falling to the depths of their failure nonetheless; however, not all of them were doing so as the whole wide world turned on its own axis: out of many of those in question, there was indeed two no less.
One building in particular stood out and about: it was a ground zero house that was surrounded by a high timber fence surpassed by a second story. The abode was covered in a colorful coating of clear crystal cerulean with occasional whiteness sprinkled in all directions like some designer cakes. The hipped roof sloped down slightly on all four corners, colored in various shades of brown in the schemes reminiscent of freshly baked cookies. Many of the wholesome bay windows were either closed or already obscured by blinds while its sunshades had hovered over themselves with ease. Only the pink door added the finishing touch to the picturesque residence with a purple mat adorned with the imagery of balloons at the corner.
The inside the house obviously had a bedroom amongst other room; as such, while it wasn’t the true concept of royalty, the rustic charm of averageness prevailed. The ceiling had a spinner fan suspended ten feet from the ground while acting as the basic source of light within despite the presence of sunlight peering throughout. The background, including the partitions themselves was surrounded in delicate wallpaper filled to the brim in a hot pink scheme reeking of sickly sweet simplicity. The floor was basked in a tufted oriental carpentry, already rich in the dark color reminiscent of purple mountains’ majesties above the fruited plains of reality itself. Two different windows were present: one was a bay window covered up in layered shutters and curtains; the other was a mere casement window standing adjacently. The fluffy sleigh bed rested against the bare wall was donned in a striped comforter with shades of blue instantaneously accompanied by some snow white pillows. A lone coffee dresser was already standing nearby the bedside, holding up a clock in the shape of a lagomorph’s cranium with its mouth displaying the time of 6:15. A few pieces of clothing were found cast about with reckless abandon: a white brassiere on top of the bed while a pair of black pants and blue shoes lay at the floor. All that was left was a door was found across the other side of the mattress coated in its peachy bleachy tones with occasional sprinklings of blueberries at the sides.
What had been nothing more than a long standing aria of snoring now transpired into a brief shuffling about in an instant, making contact with the small dimensional boundaries already intermixed by the sounds of creaking and springing. Then, the fabric found itself brushed up against it all in the sunny sided space, their texture being a whole different story even as the walls were closing inward on the owner’s minimal movement with a clicking turn all too briefly to keep track of. Faintly but surely, a small snort or two notwithstanding, the oxygen itself had instantaneously gotten sucked into all of the nostrils gently, the nearly silent voice now doubled in but a couple of seconds thanks to the choking respiration initially.
A singular pink pony was found to be emerging from the covers with a quiet whimper, awoken to the sounds of snoring nearby. So far, her very mane and tail had currently possessed a puffed up texture with a darker shade found in the very mix of things. All that was found upon the pink pony’s body was a baby blue ensemble of a starry short shirt and some boy shorts with string. Her eyes, although matching her undergarments, lacked stillness and chill within the very irises thanks to the sudden awakening.
On the opposite side of the bed was another pony: a yellow unicorn with his face towards the ceiling still sleeping about all at once. Compared to the pink counterpart’s tresses, he had a shorter down to earth style already colored in a light brown scheme over his eyes. Already adorned right over the unicorn’s slightly muscular build was a snow white shirt over the abdomen, its simplicity notwithstanding.
“Mmm… oh… right: I almost forgot about what happened; maybe I can make this whole thing up to him~” she’d sighed while looking onward at his slumbering form with a somber visage before a smile grew upon her.
After a grope over the lower part of the brunet unicorn’s body, the pink pony had quickly dove back underneath the covers.
It wasn’t long until the squeaking and shuffling about was felt as he’d finally awoke with a tired groan from the wet sensation tickling him, “what… what’s that sound? WHAT IS THAT?”
“Googh morninhh!” she gurgled after suddenly popping out from the sheets with her mouth buried upon his loins before releasing her hands–off grip, “how are you…?”
“Pinkie… Hey… hey wait, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” the brunet unicorn exclaimed, his haunches no longer covered up thanks to the aforementioned pink pony whom now slid off her shorts to join him, bearing a harmony of balloons.
Sure enough upon alignment, she moved close enough for her bubbling bosoms to make contact with his anorexic abs with a warm libidinous smirk upon the visage, “I’m just trying to make you…”
“Ah!” the brunet unicorn yelped with little warning as Pinkie thrusted downward upon his loins with a moist slick, “ohhhh!”
“SMILE… MMPH!” the pink pony continued pushing on and about with a brief peck right upon the side of his muzzle as the protuberance from before was now inside of her sheath almost immediately.
As she was bouncing up and down upon the unicorn’s prepuce, he rested his hands upon her thighs and moaned, “OHHHH! Pinkie, you don’t have to do this… letting me crash here was enough~ HNG!”
“Just relax, teach…” the titular individual grunted out a simple suggestion, “it’s the least I should do…”
“HAH~ it’s Donut…” he’d heaved while watching the pink pony cast aside her own shirt, displaying him the buxom figure she possessed.
It wasn’t long until she brought both of Donut’s hands up to her cleavage and huffed, “I can’t enjoy this if you aren’t enjoying it too. AAHHN!”
“I’m…” the brunet unicorn stammered as he was struggling to speak up, still finding the time to squeeze Pinkie’s dense bust, “I’m… gonna~”
“Where do you – AHHN… wanna cum?” the pink pony moaned as she’d turned around with a swing of a tail, her back now towards his face.
As soon as she bent over, Donut had gently stretched her fundament wide and answered, “how about here?”
“Unf… yeah…” Pinkie yowled before looking right back at the brunet unicorn expectantly, “go for it; but… before you do… could you… be a bit rough: y’know… just mess me up… HYAAHN! Mmmm…”
Without a care in the world, he’d grabbed onto the pink pony’s flanks once again, this time jutting his tongue into her, sending the latter tumbling down onto the bed with a flamboyant moan. Even as her true blue eyes were now facing the window along with the wall, she was in contentment as Donut held onto her croup firmly in his grasp with muzzle buried inside all at once. The brunet unicorn also stopped to lap at the adjacent whispering eye underneath, already bringing out more pleasure each time his tongue switched back to Pinkie’s fundament in due time. Soon, the pink pony felt her saliva curling down from the corner of her lips with the sensation of his exploration gave way to hunger and thirst; needless to say, she wanted more than just this and that. In the meantime, Donut stretched her flanks wide before forwarding his tongue back inside, causing her to moan even more loudly than before while closing her eyes again tightly for a brief trice. Pinkie started gurgling about at the thought of the brunet unicorn entering her where his muzzle was currently at soon enough; the dribble from his tongue surpassed the point of wishing so to speak. Despite the lack of restraints thereof, the pink pony had reveled in her helplessness as he was already permeating through the croup in such an illustrious manner, slurping and licking within them.
“That should do it… hngg…” Donut heaved as he’d slowly broken right away from her fundament and stood upward, bearing a pink coated torus knees bent while his shaft now aligned with it thanks to his sticky fingers.
After stretching Pinkie’s flanks wide again, the brunet unicorn plunged his shaft into them through slowly and progressively; this made her blushing grin grow more excited despite being closed. Needless to say, the pink pony was currently feeling more pleasure each time he slowly rubbed against her croup while sliding his yard in and out rapidly; as a result, she wavered around and about. Some vastly small high–pitched moans had escaped from her wet lips again along with the added panting, turning into intensely loud yelps of happiness once again as more jolts travel up her spine. Even Donut could barely help but grunted, panted, and moaned as well every time that his own thrusting prepuce punctured through Pinkie’s fundament, causing herself to wriggle forward and back. Sure enough, they’d started to gain some momentum, loving every second of such togetherness with a little more tenderness as they moved around and about, their coats rubbing off of each other. Because of the hot and heavy atmosphere with little relief, their perspiration already poured through one another and salivation slowly escaped from their mouths as the moans grew more loudly. With their continuous efforts now getting to a highpoint closely since such excitement was just around the corner, the two ponies were already comfortably numbed to the environment to a fault.
The pink pony could not even take it any longer thanks to the brunet unicorn as she’d yelled out at the peak of her own pleasure, “ha… more – NGH! MORE! AH! AHH! AH! HAH! AAAAHH! OOHH, I’M GONNA! I’M GONNA… HA! AHN! CUUUUM!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! AHHN… Now where’s that smile? What is that? C’mooon, you’re not even trying!”
With all the solution upon the fork as they’d mixed into with the saliva from before, the two ponies were now face–to–face with one another; unbeknownst to themselves, a visitor was fast approaching.
“Hello?” another voice was heard, belonging to none other than the white alicorn from before, all dressed up compare to the lascivious twosome in their room the former had just entered, “Pinkie? I need to talk to you about your enrollment at – at… at…”
The sight of these two individuals in question made the visitor’s horn started sparkling about as its owner stared agape; before long, a high beam of energy instantaneously shot out all the way throughout the roof for at least one onlooker to see the discharge and the damage it’d caused on the surface but not the people inside the house however.