The wondrous environment had still possessed some white hot lights, equilateral borders, stormy windows, tufted carpentry, soft furnishings, bountiful food, and a few dozen occupants. Still, the room also had its very own differences as shown from the hot and heavy atmosphere, especially amongst its denizens whom were composed mostly of ponies in attendance. Ultimately, the many occupants’ manes and tails were colored in chocolate in various shades, styles, and spans alike, barely matching the fitting background where everyone remained. Now, like before, although a vast majority of them within the room was already in the altogether, many were wearing some collars with only a few able to conceal parts of their own skin. At this very passing moment of time, all of them were currently active, discovered in various poses imaginable, merely pairs all moaning, groaning, and squealing on without a care. Melodies of wind and wire with the occasional striking of keys played about acutely from the phonograph, all mixed together with the warm atmosphere bearing wonder and whimsy. In the grand scheme of things, it’d shaped up to be no different from the other rooms for the lack of proper summary overall; of course, such variations were needed for much completion.

Notably, there happened to be at least two individuals whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance resting upon the carpeting, in the altogether like many of their peers around them. Each of them currently possessed only a few certain common traits: hierophant green irises already reeking of libidinousness and a deep crimson hue donned upon both of their very faces. Of course, there were some significant differences that perhaps one observer would’ve taken notice therein, aside from their heated sweating bodies displaying their own contrasting forms.

A bulky copper yak lain prone with a fullest form as two braids of some matching hair circled around both ears with baby blue barrettes: a rubicund collar around the neckline was all that was needed for the others to know its wearer was feminine to a fault, despite the abundance of fur over the very body; of course, all that she wore were some golden bracelets and anklets. Abaft was a singular shamrock stallion with eyes and tresses in various shades of the same color, especially given the fact the latter had clashed in between opalescence and aquamarine; like her, he, too, was in the altogether, showing off a lightweight body with flanks bearing a small bale of turtles swimming stagnantly together in a finite sea of emerald splash making up the formation.

He’d already taken aim at the singular yak’s fundament, having spread them apart with both hands before jutting right away into her at once, his tongue sending tingles throughout her body. Shutting both eyelids tightly, she’d suppressed quiet moans before reopening them immediately, too contented to look directly at the shamrock stallion still latched onto her breech all the same. With his muzzle buried inside at once running around and within so thoroughly, he’d briefly stopped to lap at the adjacent sheath beneath the yak’s croup, yielding out even more pleasure. Each time the shamrock stallion’s tongue had switched back to the fundament and vice versa repetitively, she’d found herself drooling with hunger and thirst from his exploration therein. Needless to say, he’d stretched the yak’s fundament a bit wider before forwarding his tongue back inside, causing her to close her emerald splashed eyes again and give out a louder moan. She’d started gurgling about as the dribble from the shamrock stallion’s tongue surpassed the point of wishing for a more interactive way of observation and support regarding his actions.

“Hng… please go on, Sandbar: eat Yona out; yak so hot, about to burst soon…” the singular yak had mewed sensuously as the titular tenant still tapped into her tight breech with his very tongue before it was time to take it all out; of course, this had left her so bewildered from the otherwise sudden timing yet she was still ready for him to make his next move all the same so to speak of.

At this point in time, the shamrock stallion was currently kneeling upwardly with his prepuce pointing merely inches away from her soiled ingresses in the loose grip of his own left hand, calm on the outside but thinking all throughout the time while staring at them in a slight trance, “okay Sandbar, this is just like what Gallus showed you back at movie night sometime ago…”

It wasn’t even long until his freshly exposed shaft had soon went inside of Yona’s croup, causing the latter to let out a big sigh as she’d still planted her hands onto the soft carpeting all the while. At first, the movement had begun tardily before gaining some momentum steadily as Sandbar clung onto the singular yak firmly, his fingernails soon gently digging deep into her thick fur. Under no tiny amount of time whatsoever did she’d started feeling her flowerbed getting heated up all of the sudden with its pith and substance slick like water that remained nearby underneath. Firmly aware of how they were both already burning about with such hot moisture accumulating about with less viscosity, the shamrock stallion pumped himself further in and out without care. So much of the momentum had now increased on and about almost immediately as he’d still bounced against Yona with mutually growing satisfaction cleanly despite their own differences. It was only in a matter of moments Sandbar had gotten close enough to unleash a discharge into the singular yak, her fundament now reacting to the repetitive incursions as their frictions grew. Sure enough, time was of the essence for the likes of them: she’d already lost control of her own body while the shamrock stallion had clenched his eyelids, both individuals perspiring profusely. In spite of the conflicting body temperatures overall, Yona was beyond pleasured with his choice in the matter, having come to terms with the near future awaiting themselves all the same no less. With that said, although the singular yak had yearned for the lengthwise to be sparsed along, she and Sandbar were already on the verge of bursting about eventually, something the latter knew.

“Don’t give up… Yona almost there…!” she’d pleaded as her callipygian muscles contracted whereas the shamrock stallion’s yard swelled within before the most latest reentry had caused him to burst; before long, he was squirting his extract into her breech with its excesses covering the edges as well as around him still buried deep inside, “OOOOOOOOOOOH, SANDBAR…!”

“AHN…!” was all that he could say, panting and huffing about as a wet squelch was felt between him and Yona, much of the solution still remaining in their respective placements as his kneecaps gave way; afterwards, he’d rested facedown onto her back, red with exhaustion yet filled with the delight shared in their wet and messy reality they were still inside of nonetheless.

The singular yak felt the lungs inside her body and the air within them now becoming stabilized after what Sandbar had done to her, too overwhelmed with concupiscence to feel the weight and pressure onto her own back increase thanks to his recent actions.

After several minutes of respite from their collective performance, she’d purred with tranquility in the process, “Sandbar, can I ask you question…?”

“Sure, why not; you’re more than welcome to ask me anything: what’s on your mind right now?” the shamrock stallion cooed as he’d snuggled further upward over Yona’s body gently, taken in by her thick layers of integuments alone, “is this about the party going on now…?”

“Not at all, Sandbar; about city Trottingham: what do you think of so far…?” the singular yak had inquired him almost instantaneously.

The eponymous individual climbed nearby her side and gave out an answer, “I think it’s beautiful: it’s so far away from the Equestrian mainland yet still connected all the same; it kind of reminds the both of us about home and the creatures that live here like the friends we’ve made many years ago…”

“Yona know too: weather feel nice and easy on yak fur this time of year and locals remind us of classmates from other lands…” the aforementioned giantess had sighed with relief while facing the shamrock stallion with a slight smirk upon the kind visage, “Yona also wish they were here too with us: yak sure our bestest of friends would like city too, snow or no snow, Sandbar…”

“Same here, Yona… same here…” he’d said to the singular yak tenderly, now using what little strength they both have together to share a kiss between themselves as there green eyes became accented with blushing considerably; as a result, even the light and thin oxygen became heavy and dense with every breath they took in such a short time, thanks to their mismatched muzzles.

For what it was worth, the yarns that had been spun would have ended there, already expended for the sake of weaving a story in the altogether. Of course, with the night still young, it was only a few miniscule hours until it could end; granted, so many would’ve been asleep by then. Relatively speaking, there were still a noticeable few having yet to fall prey to the mundane functions like slumber for one reason or another.

To the many who were nestled into the comforts of pale shelter, the utter lack of heat overall was almost incomprehensible; then again, it could be still seen. Like many of its internal environments, its inhabitants were safe from the weather for the most part whether they be standing about or underneath covers. There were some lanterns hanging from the walls by about few meters from the ground, varying in colors yet so few of them were currently in use at once. The background, walls serving as the foundation, was easily surrounded in delicate layers of rainbows while being rectangular enough to accommodate. Many of its windows were found to be displaying results of the heavy weather over the city, its wavering snowflakes and icicles growing against the glass. The flooring was basked in such hardwood carpentry: rich in many different tones thanks to the otherwise randomized alignments tightly packed together. The very area was garnished with over a score of fine bedding in the same shape, size, and color: each of them capable of holding at most four inhabitants.

Speaking of which, they had totaled up to a hundredfold already basking in the cold comforts, many of whom were lying directly in between the sheets. Equines were of the most common species: many were plain, some had wings, other possessed horns, but never both; of course, there were exceptionals. All of them donned manes and tails with colors reminiscent of metals in various shades, styles, and spans alike cohabiting along a couple others as well. To make things even more obvious, many of them were in the altogether; as a matter of fact, the mares present and accounted for mostly wore some collars. Resonating within the whole moment was that all of them were currently found in various poses imaginable, averaging at no more–or–less than mere pairs. Some sounds of moans, groans, and squealing about were heard instantaneously alongside with chattering amongst those whom either in or out of bed.

Tag–A–Long was lying supine upon the bed with her head on the pillow and both legs pointed in the air, looking to find a peachy pegasus stallion holding them all gently in place kneeling abaft. His brown mane was small enough to be all straightened out and rounded off into a circle yet the creamy ginger could see a few strands standing up on endwise in the relative darkness therein. She’d also seen the peachy pegasus’ eyes shimmering about with some baby blue irises, both of which were much colder than the brilliant green in possession yet warm as one of the seven seas. Even though that the lone brunet had shared the same scrawny figure as Do–Si–Do herself, he was clearly different from both her and Tag–A–Long despite their own similarities so to speak. In addition, the peachy pegasus had donned some sundials on both of his flanks, already frozen in place not by ice and snow beyond the bedchamber their kind took refuge from proactively.

The brunet began thrusting himself into the creamy ginger, using his right hand to massage the cleavage as she’d supported herself onto his mobile body with both cannons. She’d passively spread both legs apart with her own hands to allow the peachy pegasus easy access for him already occupying the croup at this passing moment thereof. Though initially gentle, the brunet’s exploration gradually went up in speed; of course, Tag–A–Long didn’t mind him at all for the most part since she was already in bliss. The peachy pegasus was delivering crushing blows upon the creamy ginger’s fundament, leaving her moaning about as they’d both racked up some perspiration almost instantly. She’d felt her sheath gathering up some fluids from the constant bump and grind courtesy of the brunet already attending to her whims, a fraction leaking over to his prepuce. Tag–A–Long’s tongue lolled about as the peachy pegasus panted and moaned alongside herself every time he went in and out like a functioning piston, albeit made of flesh. Needless to say, they were fast approaching and of the two in question, the brunet was well aware of it as his shaft had built up deeply inside the creamy ginger’s breech. The leaking undercarriage which had belonged to her subsequently acted as an emollient for the peachy pegasus whom let out a big moan and some tincture at once already. Almost immediately, Tag–A–Long, too, had joined in as well, already satisfied enough to have surrendered herself to lethargy brought about by their fruits of laborious love.

“Oh, jeez…!” the brunet panted, the numbness brought about from his yard to the creamy ginger’s croup setting in as she’d bit her tongue lightly prior to him collapsing about all the same.

Now that both equines were directly making close contact, they’d taken the time to open their smiling muzzles with such a relief as her legs also submitted to gravity. The twosome grew a little more eager as their similar tongues had finally slipped out from the mouths of gladness to explore each other directly in a shady daze alone. Such overwhelming ecstasy had caused themselves to quiver about as their hearts raced onward, still containing enough strength to continue for at least another minute.

Before they’d gotten too tongue–tied in that passing moment, Tag–A–Long broke off from the osculation and questioned the peachy pegasus, “so, Morty… what does Trottingham remind you of now: anyplace in particular happens to ring a bell…?”

“Obviously, my homeworld; so much of it reminds me of why we’re so different from each other all the same despite everything…” the brunet had answered the creamy ginger almost rather instantaneously, turning on his side to rest nearby herself straightaway, “back in Ganymede, there’s so many problems here and abroad, they gave me nightmare ever since I was even born. Even before Rick returned, I’d get a glimpse of all sorts of things beforehand: stories of war, terrorism, rebellions, famine, and rigged elections; the reality of them all would never make into the books read to and by us younglings even if we’d picked up a dictionary. Zipping back and forth, I’d never prepared myself for what I was about to face before that fateful day; after all, Summer and I were still kids worrying about curfews and school, none of this saving the world fantasy they’ve been selling us since birth. Plainly speaking, even before I’d met you years ago, I still can’t wrap my head around why everyone’s so used to causing each other and ourselves misery; once upon a time, all this stuff about flying cars and jetpacks with the robots on skateboards seems like future worth living in and fighting for. Zany scheme never bode well in reality no matter what because of petty concerns about interest and complexity, something he knew well; after all, grandpa could basically teach an entire class of kindergartners about algebra and he’ll be out the door before the week is even over so to speak of.”

“Speaking of which, Do–Re–Mi’s going to be starting preschool in a few years’ time; in addition, we need to think about how Pop Tart will handle herself in daycare: our firstborn had a hard time being left alone with foals her age since then…” she’d replied with a hint of apprehension in her tone while looking at one of the windows within the darkness.

Despite of the flotsam and jetsam borne from such licentiousness around themselves, Morty said, “I know that: separation anxiety’s not a joke and my parents remember it all too well; I wonder if Rick had to deal with this when my mother was born…”

“Focus on the future and we’ll be fine; besides, we all have foals to worry about looking after once we return home…” Tag–A–Long had yawned before falling asleep with little warning whatsoever so to speak of, “goodnight, Morty… see you tomorrow…”

Afterwards, silence slowly slipped into the room as its occupants huffed and puffed greatly into extreme exhaustion as they’d burned passionately. The ice and winds of the nighttime sky had currently started to subside and so were their very sensualities as they’d slowly drifted off into sleep. Movements between themselves were brought to an absolute minimum as they slipped right away slumbering, few of whom with fabric adorned.

That being said, for every story at its end, another would’ve also begun in its place like a revolution: with and without violence in typical coexistence. As such, the silvery moon and the platinum stars dwelling above, no doubt illuminating the dark skies now cleared of the shine in the storm not too long ago. Under no small magnitude of time whatsoever, life started stopping at a standstill, or for the numerous up and running, slowing to the ticking timepieces.

Needless to say, there was a small wall of screens residing about in an orderly against the darkness before the dawn so red became an enemy. Each of the glass monitors had been painted white like an untouched canvas, presenting a realm of possibilities known and unknown to be displayed. All that could be said about them was that it was stuck in the void of time, hence the minimalistic interfaces overlaying the static mesh of uniformity. To say about their very origins overall was a default gateway to the stardust memories of what would’ve transpired directly in these vantage points.

Up in front of them all were a pair of ponies, standing nearby a few boxes of cardboard filled with cassettes, discs, and reels inside them: a white unicorn and a silver pegasus in the altogether as they were already in a sensuous embrace, hands behind their targets’ bared backs up, close, and personal to a fault. Given the ample bosom and voluptuous curves, he was already at ease with the fact his target was a mare, her body adorned with countless freckles and shiny golden rings piercing nubbins as the attire was a jet–black ensemble darker than her tresses of a skirt, gloves, and stockings alongside a purple collar. Hereon, the silver pegasus’ eyes were reminiscent of the brilliant green, much like the very grass dancing in the winds whilst she’d stared at the white unicorn with euphoria, her loins currently stained with such viscous liquids trailing betwixt her very own legs to no end in sight whatsoever thanks to himself alone.

Sure enough, the twosome had already seized this very golden opportunity not too different or similar to the encounters shared by the likes of them alone, especially considering their priorities. Eventually at once, her narrow flowerbed had been firmly aligned with his prepuce almost immediately, giving out a rather diminutive, ardent yet heavy breath from their owners’ mouths. Already, the white unicorn started resting his very hands upon the silver pegasus’ flanks and back, slowly planting his muzzle onto hers before running his tongue against the latter casually. She didn’t care about the fact that most of their clothes had already amounted to air and water, feeling his shaft directly in her sheath calibrating their collective movements instantaneously. Throughout their very ordeal, the silver pegasus slowly wrapped her arms around the back of the white unicorn’s neckline in an attempt to keep him close as they were now trading momentum. In due time, both their coats of fur were starting to give off a small static of satisfaction from the stretch of rasping, feelings of pleasure came by as each movement made the two ponies moan. Now gearing up from the white unicorn’s yard inside the silver pegasus, each intensified pulp friction caused her to give a loud happy moan amid the heavy breaths and pants shared betwixt. Grasping onto his back tightly, she’d also felt his grip tightening as her very body was suddenly threatening to give way, their placement prompting her to raise the right hoof and bend the knee. Soon at last, the white unicorn began shooting out, this time in the path of the silver pegasus’ undercarriage with its searing heat of the very expulsion making her face burn brightly with lust.

“So, master Smudge Proof, how was my dainty little cunt; does it still feel so hot and ready since I’d last foaled months ago…?” she’d asked aloud after calmly breaking away with a sensuous huff no less.

The titular stallion had moaned, kissing the silver pegasus hot on the lips again before she’d lowered herself to glance at his prepuce directly, “of course and the fact that you’d tasted the sweet nectar of another mother such as madame Barbarella herself was enough for the likes of me to run you ragged all in front of her friends, Peppermint Twist–A–Loo and Tag–A–Long…”

“At least their wombs were filled with enough life to be on display as we were being painted months ago…” she’d said to the white unicorn, already slowly and gently stroking, massaging, and even rubbing the shaft a few times with her hand, giving him indication on what was going to be done next, “besides, their stallions were handsomely compensated for their time spent…”

“Indeed, they were, Silver Wing; after all, these two unicorns and that pegasus were happy to give all of them the time of their lives, especially considering all the mares were earth ponies: I remember all too well one of them has a cousin whom we’d already met twice since last year…” he’d replied to the eponymous mare already glancing at his sodden yard with a profligate grin.

The silver pegasus kneaded Smudge Proof’s prepuce around playfully like a joystick, giggling about with little care in the world altogether, “don’t even dare to count yourself out, master: you had a lot of fun with me while the painting was being done; as a matter of fact, I’ve had the most fun eating out Babs and Twist since they’d both enjoyed some anal like I did thanks to you…”

Before long, she’d gotten her own tongue slipping out of the mouth, slowly sliding it around as its salivation soon made contact, causing the white unicorn to grit his teeth thanks to her as he’d hardened up. Somewhat helplessly, all that he could do was rest one of his hands onto Silver Wing’s jet–black mane, stroking and patting about based on the movement she’d been making with his unyielding shaft at once.

With the silver pegasus’ tongue still licking Smudge Proof’s yard before slowly forwarding about, he’d whispered quietly in her ear, “good girl… just like that.”

Even though that she was moaning in a sultry tone somehow, she could tell that the white unicorn was aroused by the stimulating syphoning from his moistened prepuce inside her deep throat; even so, the latter spread his gaskins a bit further to give out more room to lick around. He could barely help himself but drool and blush every time he’d felt Silver Wing around his shaft as both hands held onto to her constricted wings; in no time, she’d driveled on it for some significance time ‘til her mouth was now finished sipping up its extract all the same so to speak.

“Oh, master… what a glorious cock you have…” the silver pegasus cooed affectionately, cleaning away the residue remaining before finding the time and effort to look up to the amorous Smudge Proof soon enough, “it’s a miracle that your seed had been able to fill me with a child of ours already…”

“It’s such a shame that we’re gonna have to play it safe in order to be good parents; of course, there’s the matter of business in regards to our situation here and there: it’s only a matter of time until we return to the mainland to come up with our next party…” the white unicorn had sighed as she’d found herself standing back onto two hooves with a satisfied smirk upon the visage.

Swallowing a mixture of both air and fluids alike, Silver Wing wasted no time giggling after wrapping her arms around the nape of his neck gently, “at least we have enough money to hire the finest ponies to help raise our young; that way, we get to continue having all the time in the world being the life of the party together while they’re off having simple lives of their own.”

“Who wouldn’t have one…?” Smudge Proof suppressed a yawn while looking at the silver pegasus deep into her eyes at once, “Princess Twilight’s reign may be recent compared to her predecessors yet she shows promise all the same; still, we can ill afford to have her be privy to our plots here and there, especially while we’re in the mainland. Even without her direct attachments to the Crown and Country, Springwheel ain’t the only ones hot on our trail lately: I’d remember some stallion by the name of Grand Pear had harassed one of our distributors back at Ponyville months ago; although I have no problem taking this to trial, we need to keep the parties a secret for the time being…”

“Of course… after all, the participants are still of age anyway, my love…” she’d replied, kissing the white unicorn once more.

Nevertheless, the vignettes of vicissitudes reached their collective conclusion like so with the most likely yet depleting chance of continuance therein. Either way, the big blue sky had become clear enough, the golden sun now shining about over the horizon with flocks of birds flying in every direction. A similar civilization was also found with its many buildings standing out and about within the vast and magnificent cubic areas currently upon display.

Such was the case for one of the many buildings that stood out and about within the vast and magnificently similar conurbation on display. Standing upon ground zero, it was built with a standard set of sturdiest bricks known to the entire world and history of architecture altogether. It was surrounded by a fence with a black steel gate and all of it was colored a light burgundy with a side helping of a creamy beige shades. Open fields were also present yet they were covered in white as if they were a simple vanilla ice cream served alongside some cake and bacon.

The insides were so much better and with good reasons alone: every part of the ceiling along the walls had been painted white, small green plants basked and bathed in the moist warm soil, and flat floorboards were wooden and brownish gold; nonetheless, all was well and good for now. After all, there was artwork of all shapes and sizes at every turn of the very facility in question: sculptures, paintings, collages, anything of artistic value whatsoever was the result of what the author had in mind for them based on the surroundings and/or was back then in the distant past. Whether they’d gained fame overnight, within a fortnight, at the turn of any period, or even after death, most of them were made by any means necessary: paper, plastic, metal, glass, sand, stone, lead, graphite, glitter, even jewelry, all of which with tender loving care by such extremities. Some were really old enough to be considered close to becoming a member of society, let alone a model citizen, while others had a history dating back to many incidents in its life itself, much less only yesterday; either way, their collective place of origin was completely irrelevant no less. In any case, they’d been serving some form of purpose in life once after coming into existence, whether constructed with straws, sticks, or even bricks, all it’d mattered was that it was up to the current generation to decide if it has reached out in their favor, including the visitors themselves.

Out of the many inside, a tall dark blue unicorn was found to be walking throughout the area, feeling salivation curling down the wrinkly muzzle barely straightened out with a snorting burp. Possessing a lighter shade of color right upon the tresses, they were all spiky and unkempt; in addition, a unibrow was found that was as sharp as the train of thoughts being processing about. The true blue unicorn had donned a big off–white coat already opened enough to show off a light aquamarine shirt and some dark chocolate khakis up right upon their owner’s rather lanky frame. A pair of midnight were also discovered, having taken residence within their wearer’s very eyes completely as they’d taken aim at one of the artworks with a subdued subzero fury left unaware.

It was a painting not too far off in the cold distance: from what could be seen, its background had predominantly consisted of various shades of orange and yellow worked together; of course, what struck a chord with the blue unicorn were how the subjects therein were featured in the altogether. Almost all were buxom pregnant mares wearing only collars: the first, a creamy ginger, sat pretty on a red couch with both arms behind her head while a pasty redhead rested upon the former’s left leg; another redhead, albeit bronze resided on the brown carpet as Silver Wing lapped at her flowerbed. Knelt abaft the silver pegasus was none other than Smudge Proof himself, his hands rested over both sides of her fundament as his yard was firmly entrenched inside it all much to her delight as one could even see based on the euphoria embraced, wet and white as his coat as it bore the same textures.

As the eyewitness had stood mere feet away from the artwork hanging against the wall with an unwavering grimace, he’d shown his hands to be firmly already covered in a layer of thin orange elastics yet kept to himself all the same despite growling softly, “you better be hoping that you have a really good defense system ‘cause I’m gonna find your hide and tear you down…”

It was at this point an ebony mare was approaching the true blue unicorn almost immediately, traveling at the speed of darkness yet keeping pace with the other onlookers. Her short mane was reminiscent of Morty but it was as white as the attire her peer was wearing, clean and pristine to a fault with a hint of strawberry quickness all the while. The black mare’s attire was also simple but more elaborate: a light red bind ensemble of a small beret, blouse, and skirt were discovered above a golden undershirt currently. Additionally, she’d donned some clearly angular eyeglasses overlaying the orange irises and a silver pendant with a circular shape hanging downward with one jewel inside.

“Sir, are you okay…?” the black mare in red asked the true blue unicorn almost instantaneously, catching him off–guard with little warning whatsoever, “you seem to be feeling a little hot all of the sudden; would you like some water…?”

“I already have my own refreshment, thank you very much…!” he’d answered her immediately without even taking his eyes off of the painting or losing control of his tone within the voice picked thereof.

The black mare in red wasted no time leaving the true blue unicorn to his devices so to speak of; after a few minutes have passed and fewer blinks within them, he took in a long deep breath and seized the moment: with gloves being worn, he’d clawed at the flat surface area without regard for the feelings of others like and unlike himself and her all the same as far as the latter had seen. It didn’t take much for the other onlookers to make note of how this otherwise tranquil scene was being besieged by the likes of him alone: every fiber of the artwork’s being was becoming reduced to mere fragments of its former self, more rife with debris than the colors within; even the blind and deaf alike could tell that trouble had made itself out into the surface world anyway. Needless to say, the fact that the true blue unicorn was destroying the painting with his own two hands made his onlookers gasp with shock but the awe came from reality of his advanced age; even though the others witnessing the destruction were spared completely, they were still unnerved by the possibility of him being confronted by those within and beneath his appearance.

The black mare in red was the first to scurry off away with a yelp, “SECURITY…!”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” was all that he could say as what had remained of the very artwork in question become scant variables away from returning to nothingness; soon, his energy had been expended completely as far as his hands were concerned, “OH, MY GOD; THIS HAD BEEN A WEIRD FUCKING MORNING NOW: I WANTED TO GO ON A SPACE ADVENTURE! INSTEAD, I HAD TO COME HERE TO THIS DIMENSION AND FIND MY IN–LAW BUCK–NAKED AND PREGNANT; HOORAY FOR STEM AND WHATNOT! FUCK THAT PAINTER AND FUCK YOU TOO, BASTARDS; YOU CAME HERE AND WANTED TO SEE THIS: SHE’S BASICALLY LIKE A TEENAGER IN THIS PAINTING! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU SICKOS?! YOU NEED TO GET OUTSIDE FOR ONCE; YOU’RE SO DESENSITIZED TO ALL THIS CRAP AND PORNOGRAPHY, ALL THIS BULLSHIT THAT’S ON DISPLAY; FOR FUCK SAKE, GO GET A FRIEND AND PLAY SOME BASKETBALL OR SOMETHING! Okay, I think I’m finished… I’m gonna go kill the writer now… THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT, ISN’T IT; THAT’S WHAT YOU CAME HERE TO SEE, HUH: SOMEBODY DOING SOMEONE AND––– FUCK, YOU CRAZY FUCKS…! I’m gonna kill him now; I hope you’re happy…!”

“AFTER HIM…!” another male voice escaped into the true blue unicorn’s ears as a small cloud of electrons grew underneath him buzzing about; soon enough, the surging sparks had suddenly shaped themselves into a flat circle all swirly with several shades simulating a shamrock: holding onto its own form for a few seconds, he’d sank into the vortex with the remains without a trace.

Considering everything that had happened in so little time overall, whatever words they could think of describing said events had dissipated into the ether.

Author's Note

Well, that's that: I hope you'd enjoyed this fanfic 'cause finishing it was a pain but it was also pleasurable to a fault; it's probably been a bad time to say anything so to speak though I do appreciate some comments in the meantime.

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