/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal

>>118796
https://youtu.be/hCDAfa-NI-M

Uh... maybe

>>118797
I know, I know.
It's rather crude.
I hope somebody bites.

This might sound crazy but...
Do ya want to conclude the scene between Iron and Zwolf/Sands?

>>118781
>exemption
tbch I can see why as it is the best option for a desperate nomad
Still, explain to anyone in the past several hundred years that it is less objectionable than using, for example, a deer, and you'd be given a wide berth. Understandably so; Metokur watched a documentary of people who got hooked on horse poon (yes, it exists) and they definitely came across as freaks. I know it's not a real "argument" but yours could apply to any particularly complex animal like elephants or dolphins. I once read a science-fiction novel where a woman and a dolphin fell in love with each other (it was pretty bad).
I can't say anything about the picture since I haven't been following this thread very well (still catching up) and I got into the controversy after it was deleted. I'll just say that when I was 12 I read (human) biology textbooks just so I could flip to those pages.

>>118792
Agreed, styles and shapes are what make drawing something tough, especially if the zebra in question isn't in the Ponymaker "standing stiffly facing to the side" stance. It's the same reason why drawing hands is really challenging.

>>118799
Is Zwolf/Sands a mare?

>>118800
Sands is a mare but Zwolf... not sure.

There's one big difference between a horse and the other examples provided. A deer is not yet domesticated, and elephants and dolphins are too inconvenient to fuck from having to have either tons of food and water (elephant) or a big body of water to submerge themselves in (dolphins) There's a reason horses are one of the most famous animals to fuck, and that's because of its accessibility and intelligence. Dogs and cats are way too small and can never really consent, but if a mare doesn't want your dick in her, her vaginal muscles are not going to let the penis in. Sometimes, though, they need relief from estrus, and they don't mind using males from other species to quell their needs as long as she trusts them. This implies consent. This is why the nomads chose the mare. Because the mare wanted to get rid of her biological urge to mate and the human was there to provide.

I know, right?

>>118801
Sands is a mare, zwolf is a worker. Changelings are on a three gender system with Drones as males, Queens as full egg-laying females, and workers as infertile females

>>118802
I see why she would be hesitant to undisguise then. Iron is going to have coitus with a trap!

Look at him! Look how eager he is to activate the trap! He is savoring every single
moment of affection until he comes out as male! I bet he'd undisguised right as he was about to kiss her fake privates so he becomes gay!
But to be fair. He can always have temporal female genitalia.

>>118804
He as in Iron becomes gay, I mean.

>>118806
Ohfuck, did you say worker? I forgot drones were the males, not the workers.
Wait a minute... I remember a tidbit on their biology which would make her quite the interesting NPC to have around. Do you know what I mean?

>>118807
No

>>118808
What happens with a worker when there's no Queens around for a long time?

>>118809
Sigh

Some species of bees have the ability of workers to lay eggs after a Queen has been lost, or is failing and not replaced. Normally, the queen’s pheromones prevent the development of ovaries, but they can develop in some workers after a prolonged absence of the pheromones.

Bees have a chromosome set where females have 150% of a normal chromosome set, and males have 100%. A fertilized Queen will always lay worker eggs, an unfertilized Queen will lay only drones. Even a fertile days queen can lay underutilized (drone) eggs. Queens come from the same fertilized eggs as workers. Queen larva become such when workers place the egg in “Royal Jelly” that stimulates development into a Queen. Workers do not possess the ability to store sperm. As such, egg-laying workers can only ever lay unfertilized eggs, which always become drones. There is a species of bee in South Africa that had the ability to kind of mix genes in the eggs it lays, allowing it to lay worker eggs through an asexual process. Workers in hives will tend to eat or remove eggs laid by other workers, and not by the Queen. The high degree of social relation between the members of the hive (something like a 75% genetic similarity between workers rather than the normal 50% in sexually reproducing species) helps kinship-altruism and social behavior.

Ants go a step further than bees, having some female workers called “gamergates” that have the capacity to store sperm. They can reproduce sexually, and can even entirely replace queens, whereas egg-laying worker bees cannot. I am unsure about wasps.

Changeling workers would gather nectar and produce honey for the hive in much the same way as bees. Because they could travel very far from the hive and be gone for very long periods of time, any kind of change that would cause a Changeling to become an egg-layer would take a very long amount of time.

>>118811
Ants go a step further than bees, having some female workers called “gamergates” that have the capacity to store sperm.
Zoe Quinn is an insectoid confirmed.

>>118811
I didn't say it was immediate, silly goose. I can wait a long time for her ascension. Heck I haven't even shagged a most likely consenting zeeb out of incharacter doubts about his worth as a stallion for about a year IRL, but I can understand if she's not able to transform.
Nevertheless, a worker is a rare find as far as I know.
I hope she values repeat love extractions.
Bet they can suck real hard.
The love that is.

>>118813
How well Iron can handle a succubus-worker, either in the short term or the long term, is a bit up in the air right now.

>>118812
I know right? It’s weird how that Greek term sounds like that

>>118814
Silly GM. Iron's not a pegasus. Earth Poners are always on the ground.
I do believe his body can take at least two drains before going limp.
Although I don't think he'll ever experience it at this rate.

>>118815
> Although I don't think he'll ever experience it at this rate
Poor incel Iron

>>118817
... Iron can write?

>>118815
Iron has that Bug Bite Fever.

>>118818
Nope. That's why it's all scribbles.
>>118819
Iron has all kinds of fevers these days.

Actually, I lied. He can write, only his hoofwriting sucks so bad his prose is illegible.

>>118819
>>118822
Oh yeah, he got the bug bite

>>118828
Man, you sure have it bad for those two, huh?

>>118841
Ok...
Anyways, here goes.

>>118842
>>118843
Moon pone is a qt.

>>118844
Not done yet.

And to top it all off, some lewds.
This concludes the Luna showcase.

>>118847
>spoilering lewds
Where do you think you are?

>>118848
In a place where horse puss isn't accepted for some reason.

>>118847
Beautiful.

I assume nothing's gonna happen today either?

>>118854
There will definitely be no group advancement. And the next time there is a group advancement, I don’t think it will be the same group

>>118855
Do you want to restart the campaign with different characters?

>>118856
It’s the players I am not sure are coming back. But I guess that is a possibility. Are you enthusiastic for such a restart?

>>118857
I do want Cauldron to accomplish her dream... and Zwolf is a neat character that has promise in the worldbuilding side...

>>118858
Okay, so at least you want to continue

>>118859
I'd like to continue, myself.

>>118859
I confirm your assumption.

>>118861
Okay...

Iron’s last question
> "Are you sure? My touching always gets out of hoof whenever my mind downstairs wakes up."

She starts to sit up, and looks away. Her head over to the bookshelf, but her eyes further up and to the right, with almost focused eyes and a harder expression
“No no... you are alright”

>>118860
Well, Silver was wanting to go get more whiskey bottles and maybe fuel oil. But there will definitely be no Dark Star, and probably no Midnight to join him

>>118862
Iron cocks his head while he pouts, lowering his brow with worry.
"You do not seem as eager as before."
He shuffles closer to Sands
"I can tell you have a big weight chaining you down."

>>118863
Her light red tail is spread across to bed, tilted slightly right, in the direction of Iron. Her front right leg supports her weight, while she brings the left forehoove towards her head. She tilts her head lightly, still looking up, and not towards Iron
“Well....”

>>118864
Iron's ears rise up at her piping up, ready to hear her problem as his tail swishes once towards the edge of the bed.

>>118865
“No.... I don’t have a chain assigning me down...”
Her voice is almost empty
“I don’t have a zebra at home, for instance....”

Now, her head turns back to Iron. Her muzzle faces his firmly, and both of her eyes look right at him. She has dense green eyes. These are not the light green eyes that normally come to mind when you hear the term “green eyes,” those yellow-tinted glasses that are the color of spring tree leaves, at the greenest. These are darker, much darker and denser, like pine tree needles at dusk. And they are staring at Iron
“What was it again that you and your... ‘coworkers’ were trying to do here in this building tonight?”

>>118862
I suppose that leaves Silver to do so himself. But first, if I remember correctly, there's an unconscious robed griffon to deal with.

What exactly is her robe made out of? Anything inflammable?

>>118866
Iron blushes slightly at the mention of Cauldron.
(Damn Silver.)
But her green eyes leaves him astonished, wondering what's going on.
"I... do not really remember. Some mission to find evidence to bust this place down, but escalated into pseudo-vigilantism."

>>118869
There's no smoke alarm or fire alarm to go off in the bathroom, is there?

>>118868
“Escalated? Pseudo-vigilantism?”

>>118871
Iron shakes his head.
"To keep it simple: We were here to take down these griffons by whichever means we desire, authorized by law enforcement."

>>118870
No such fire safety measures are present

>>118872
She blinks, and quickly shakes her head
“So what are you going to do now?”

>>118873
Iron turns determined.
"I plan to take down the griffons for their crimes with my own two hooves, not to mention my coworkers and... current acquaintances."
But his face falls slightly at what he was about to do to Sands,
"Although I have to admit I am frustrated for reasons outside this mission."
His erect member twitches slightly.

>>118873
Only one thing to do, then.

Silver tears off a strip from the griffon's robe using his survival knife, and uses his Hippo lighter to try to set fire to it.

[1d2 = 1]
>>118874
What is Iron’s position? How is he sitting or standing, or what is he doing?

>>118876
Standing, currently being passive on top of Sands still, I suppose.

>>118875
The fire spreads, enveloping the dyed-brown cloth

>>118877
She looks down, over at his penis
“He hehmm”

>>118878
Silver nods, and runs the cloth under water from a sink to douse it. "This will do."

He then turns to the griffon, offering the unconscious creature a "Sorry about this" before disrobing her.

>>118879
The piece of cloth is wet and falls down, blacked and charred by fire on the ends, and showing so many strands of woven cotton on fraying out

And thus, Silver disrobes the griffin. Actually disrobing more females than Iron

A little tag on the robes read out long list of nations

>>118878
Iron looks at Sands.
"Is something wrong?"

>>118880
He stops to take a look at the kinds of countries feautred, showing it to Blue Skies.

>>118882
She holds it up
“Cloth... cotton grown in Sicameon. Woven and dyed in New Mareland. Tailored in Skyfall. Sold from White Bell.“
She hooves the five back to him
“The interdependence and excessive complexity of the Griffonian economy in a single piece of clothing. No wonder it collapsed so easily and so thoroughly.”
Shaking her head
“International capitalism...”

>>118881
She moves her head straight up, again looking at Iron
“And what happens after it is all over?”

>>118883
Iron blinks once.
"After that, it is mostly up for each individual, I think. I may have work for you if you want to, but I do not have any guarantees on it and it is pretty shady. Otherwise, I believe you are free to do whatever."

>>118884
“Work? Free to do whatever?”

[1d20+4 = 19]
>>118883
"It does seem rather ridiculous. Surely all these countries already had means to make these on their own."

Silver gives the robes and his survival knife over to his current compatriots. "If you could tear this into strips, it would be of great help. Blue, after I tie this griffon up, could you come with me downstairs to acquire more whiskey bottles and some heating oil?"

Use Rope: Accordingly, Silver attempts to bind and gag the griffon with his rope.

>>118885
Iron shrugs.
"I do not know exactly. I remember you asked for immunity but you should be fine nonetheless. I am not knowledgable on thess concrete jungle practices on admitting new residents or confirming your identity, but I have not had that issue so far."
He looks at Sands.
"As for work, it is mostly criminal activities. Guard places, patrolling, shaking ponies down. That kind of thing."

>>118886
“Cotton doesn’t grow everywhere. Industrial knowhow and a large working class doesn’t exist everywhere. Specialized knowledge of fashion... reputation for fashion... doesn’t exist everywhere. Imagine if it did? What would this working class do if there were no cotton to buy, and no tailors to buy it? Where would they work? Would they work at all? Who would these tailors work for? What would they do then for money and reputation?”
She closes her eyes, her slitted cat eyes, and shakes her head. She looks back to Silver

“Sure...”

>>118887
She blinks. Then she looks at Iron with closed, inexpressive lips. Then she blinks

>>118888
Iron blinks back.
"I assume you have reservations on that sort of thing, which is fine. I am not about to push you into doing thing you are not fond over."

>>118889
“... What do you want?”
\r

>>118888
"Fair point."

Assuming everything else is successful/being taken care of, Silver heads down with Blue to gather more of the nessecary materials.

>>118890
Iron blinks, caught off guard by the question.
"Y-you have to be a little more specific."
Images of Cauldron flash in his mind, making his member twitch a little.
"I have many things in mind."
Followed by images of Sands laying next to Cauldron, both awaiting him.
"Some things other ponies do not seem to think it is possible."
Now both of them are a top a mattress held up by a mountain of bits.

>>118891
“Almost a shame”
She slices another piece of the naturally dyed cloth, with a clear ripping sound
“They don’t make ‘em like that anymore”

I mean, Silver can go alone

>>118892
She almost speaks through her teeth
“Where does it leave me?”

>>118893
I...guess he does, then?

>>118893
Iron smiles.
"Obviously you will be rewarded with money and temporary housing from my expenses at first. After that, it is freedom for you to do whatever you want to when you properly get settled. It sounds good, right?"

[1d20+5 = 10]
>>118894
Silver goes down the steps, with Blue skies behind him, as well as Mala further behind
“He said there was a guard down here...”

>>118895
And sense motive

>>118896
No lies in what he says. That's for sure.

>>118896
"Yes, though I imagine you two might be able to convince him that everything is normal. If not...well, we can always try to 'convince' him."

>>118895
>>118897
“Well, I... I appreciate what you’ve done for me. So far tonight. And I understand you have much more to do still, but the thing is...”
She looks down, winces her face a little bit, then looks back up to Iron
“I just... If I... will you still be there?”

>>118898
“Going to do this the easy way, aren’t you?”

>>118899
Iron simply keeps smiling.
"Of course I will be. No matter if you are actually a wanted criminal or something along those lines. I am not about to go back on my word and leave you behind."
He gently places a hoof on her shoulder, still standing atop her.
"I promise you I will be there."
He pauses a bit, pondering.
"However, if you have any big secrets that could prove troublesome, I would wish to know."

>>118899
"We will see." He smiles at his companions as they travel down the halls.

>>118900
She is currently sitting up, meaning Iron would basically be standing next to her, rather than over her

She opens her mouth slightly with her thin, long muzzle of snow white , and moves it past Iron’s lips, past his eyes, to his ears, and whispers
”I am in heat”

Then she pulls away, looking at Iron with longing eyes.
“Well, you’re nice, and cute and all, and... and I like you. You’re big and strong and, and, and, I’m just a little hesitant because I’ve known you half an hour, and because you have a mare friend at home and... tell you what. Yes! I know. We’re going to nuzzle and maybe kiss. We are going to nuzzle hard. But we are not going to have sex. No, we are not.”
She looks down below Iron, then above
“I’m sorry, it’s just when you moved me, and I saw it, I thought you wanted to have sex with me. I shouldn’t have assumed that. You are a nice stallion. I am just nervous is all. It’s been a rough day, I’m just excited and nervous.”

>>118901
And....
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>>118901
>>118901
Blue sheckels returns
“Well, frankly I’m not sure I’ve told a lie that bad since I was in early grade school. But he was eager to get out of there. He must have needed to go to the bathroom or something. Anyways... hurry. Get what you need”

>>118904
Silver senses the urgency in her voice, and attempts to gather as much heating oil and as many bottles of whiskey as he and his companions can carry.

>>118905
I suppose I should add "hastily" in there somewhere.

>>118905
“Are you going to try to take that entire barrel?”
She asks

>>118902
After hearing her whispered conversation, he knew he'd have been in quite the trouble if he dared done coitus with her, making him blush profusely.
Nevertheless, he listens intently to Sands, nodding.
"It is alright."
His member twitches slightly, making him grunt slightly before breathing in to calm himself.
"Although I might be interested in a bit of nuzzling still. You can take the lead."
(The last thing I need is for me to accidentally blow my load on her fur by being too aggressive with my nuzzling.)

>>118907
"Can you think of better idea," he genuinely asks her.

>>118908
“Well... you were doing such a fine job earlier...”
She lightly touches his chest with her muzzle, then pulls away

>>118909
“How much fo you need?”

Mala joins in
“I can help. I am strong”

>>118910
Iron looks at Sands, slightly biting his lip before exhaling, giving her a smile, and plunges his snout onto her chest with his member still up.
(Focus, Iron. No coitus, just some nuzzling...)

>>118911
"At least enough to fill few whiskey bottles. Maybe couple gallons." He smiles at Mala. "Thank you. If we bring entire thing up, it will help immensely."

[1d20+3 = 17]
>>118912
“Woah. Heh heh”
Now she moves her body .She tries to use her legs to pull her rump forward, and under iron. Her hind legs are almost graceful pulling her forward, and under Iron. Then she lies down on her back, places her forehooves against the wall, and pushes back, trying to get back into position. She moves her thighs apart. Her inner thighs have shorter hair, almost velvety, and guard underneath two small teets with pink nipples. Further down, even a small portion of a pink skinned vulva is visible. Mostly, however, Iron can see the white velvet fur, from her chest down, with some parts of her ribs poking through. With a glow of green magic almost the color of her eyes, she moves her tail, straightening it out, and moves her mane, long and flowing on her chest, off to the side. Her hooves now hang as she has an awkward smile on her face. The tufts of fur above her hooves are more noticeable than before.
“Nuzzle away”

>>118913
“Oh, I can, I can try”
He goes up to the think, and tries to place it on his back
“Hugggh!”

>>118914
Silver looks rather impressed by Mala's strength. "Wow. Is that heavy on you?"

>>118915
He winces, and his legs push apart. He tries to pull them in, making scratching sounds as his paws scratch against the floor
“N-no...”
He pants somewhat, then says “can you get the door for me”

>>118916
Silver does so, as well as using his magic to help offset some of the weight.

>>118914
Iron pulls away to gaze at her fluffy, seductive fur with a dreamy smile before looking at her.
"Anywhere?"

>>118918
Longer higher on her body, thinner lower in her body, especially between her rear legs. Fluffy or velvety, either way. Mostly smooth, though some patches if rougher first shows it has not been brushed.
“Where ever you like”

>>118917
More than that, Silver can keep it stable
“It’s-It’s... I got it.”
Mala stumbles along with the thing on his back”
“Where are we taking this?”

>>118919
"Back upstairs, in bathroom we are set up in."

>>118919
Iron smile widens before plunging back again at her chest, slowly drifting upwards until it reaches the neck, delivering a small kiss on it.
(Ah~ Now this is what I am talking about.)

>>118921
He parts the small forest of as he leads his nuzzle up it, showing the pink fur underneath, then kisses
“Hehe”

>>118920
“Oh-oh-okay”
She trembles, then tries to lead the belfry thing up the stairs. There is a slosh as he turns it upwards

>>118922
Silver helps with his magic, knowing that can't be very fun for Mala.

>>118922
Iron smile widens at her approval before going down to her belly yet again with a small trail of kisses up to her belly, then nuzzles it gently.
(No need to hurt her accidentally.)

>>11893 →
Mala’s legs tremble, but the star help is critical, not so much in terms of weight, but in terms of keeping the object in his back
“Just a little... further”
He goes further, up the stairs, upwards, to the landing, and to the hallway. Thankfully, no creature is in the hallway, and they make it to the bathroom

>>118924
>>118924
Each little kiss presses in on the fur, then let’s it rise with his lips. Her chest and belly, likewise, move slight up and down with her increasing breaths. Her belly is mostly soft when nuzzled, and the skin above has a lot of give, though it pressed back when pressed down

>>118931
After nuzzling up and down steadily on Sands' belly, Iron decides to go a little bit lower, where her teats would be.
(No coitus, no coitus, no coitus.)
When his snout is right inbetween her teats, he rests his chin at the middle, rubbing her fur with the bottom of his head from side to side, looking at her with a small grin.
(Yes~)
His member twitches slightly.

>>118932
Fur goes slightly up his muzzle, though less so here, as the white velvet is shorter. Her teats are bare in part, showing soft pink flesh below, and prim nipples sticking out below. They are rather squishy against his chin.

“Hehehe”
She twitches, and her legs fold outwitted even further, bouncing a little up and out. As she breath in and out, and twitches her lower areas, the nipples move with them slightly. Looking up, he can see she is looking down at him

>>118933
Being a bold stallion, Iron slowly drags his chin towards Sands' left teat before pulling back slightly to quickly kiss the fleshy nipple and goes back to his nuzzling.
(This is life~)

>>118934
It twitches and moves, even as it is almost tasteless against the tongue. Her horn lights up in green glow, and her chest moves up and down with increasingly ragged breathes

>>118935
Spying with his eyes the increase in the glow of her horn, he gets rather curious.
(Is this what unicorns usually do when flustered?)
His head travels to her right teat, giving another quick little kiss on the nub.
"Seems you are liking this treatment as well as I do."

>>118936
“Yes...”
And another little kiss, as the teat is licked

>>118937
Deciding to surprise the mare, he nuzzles all the way up to her chest again quickly before pulling up and kissing the tip of her horn.

>>118938
She flinches back, when the head comes up, making it more difficult for his mouth to take the backwards moving horn. But he does so. There’s a kind of fuzz on top of the relatively hard surface

>>118939
Giggling at the sensation, he looks at Sands with calm glee.
"I never experienced that particular aspect of unicorns before. It tickes."
He starting giving slow pecks around her neck.

>>118940
*tickles."

>>118940
The look of startlement - wide eyes and focused lips - starts to dissipate as her eyes narrow on Iron and her lips fold back. She places her left forehoof on Iron’s neck. Iron can feel her skinny white legs closing on him, and settling down between his barrel and his hind thighs

Her lips pull up to a minor grin
“Tell me. How much of a unicorn have you experienced?”

>>118942
Iron blushes slightly, looking at Sands from under her neck with a sheepish smile.
"You are the first unicorn I have ever interacted with."

>>118943
Narrowed eyes slowly become wide, and her bottom jaw opens ever so slightly
“... Really?”

>>118944
Iron chuckles nervously, his blush increasing rapidly, before his ears fold and his lips pout slightly.
"...yes."

>>118945
She blinks
"How?"

>>118946
Iron raises his brow and his eyes widened at the question.
"Is it rather normal to find unicorns around these parts?"

>>118947
Now, one eye closes in part, and the other eye remains wide as her mouth hangs open. She nods her head back and forth

>>118948
Iron has a blank expression before a metaphorical torch lights up his memory.
"Wait! I remember I talked to one rather aggressive unicorn mare at the bar one time."
However, he still smiles sheepishly.
"Although I have to admit I have not been long here. I recently got out of under the rock, if you catch my meaning."
He raises a foreleg to gently caress Sands' chest with his hoof.

>>118931
Silver smiles at the completion of Mala's impressive feat. "You did great, Mala. Just set it down inside here."

>>118930
Dark Star? Is that you?

>>118950
He pants with kind of a tongue out. But his tail moves back and forth as he pulls the barrel inside
“Okay!”

And then inside...

>>118949
“So.... would it be rude to mention the zebra?”

>>118954
Once inside, Silver helps to get the barrel off of Mala's back, and looks at the overall haul they managed to get.

>>118955
Because Iron doesn't really care if his stallionhood is out in this instance. Not to mention he basically promised her safety if she sticks by him, so she's not about to complain about an unsheathed cock, especially after drawing the line on the activity.
>>118954
Iron cocks his head.
"Rude? What do you mean?"

>>118955
What makes you think she thinks he doesn’t want to?

>>118956
Before that, something more interesting. More immediate, and more threatening.

A male griffin, rust feathers and brown and red robe, stands over the ruins of the cut up robe. He is now staring straight at Silver and Mala, and their barrel

>>118957
“What is going on with her?”

>>118960
Wait, wait, a male griffon in the bathroom? Where are the others?

>>118961
Yes. Indeed. The others are not presently seen

>>118958
He feels less desperate about the chance of failure to woo the mare as still has other options.
DISCLAIMER: This does not mean Iron doesn't want to get the cake and eat it, too.
If he can get both mares, he'll try to.
>>118960
Iron hums in thought for a bit.
"Well... it is a romantic interest... but I have not really confessed to her. At most I rubbed coats with her for an extended period of time."

>>118963
She blinks again
“What am I?”

>>118962
Silver stares at this intruder with a grave look. "Who. Are. You?"

>>118964
Iron blushes slightly.
"You are also a romantic interest but I can understand if it does not appeal to you."
He slowly strokes her chest fluff up and down.
"I hear stallions around these parts tend to settle with only one mare out of fear of changelings, but back at where I was raised, stallions could have more..."

>>118965
He looks back. Then starts to back up. Slowly.

>>118966
She shrivels her lips up into a pouty face
“No romanticism with you, is there?”

>>118968
Iron cocks his head.
"Am I really not that romantic? Is it not helping out the mare you want to expand your relationship to achieve freedom and prosperity not something mares want?"
>>118969
It was a big regret.

>>118968
Unfortunately for him, there is limited space in the bathroom. Silver motions for Mala to cover the door as the unicorn advances on the griffon. "Who. Are. You?"

>>118970
“Romantic Interest?’ The way you talk about it, you sound like you are talking about whether we should go to war with the Yaks, or some sort of business deal. Not about the mare you wish to spend the rest of your life with. Where is the poetry?”

>>118971
Mala’s eyes dart back and forth as he hesitates to move. The griffin, however, picks up the pace, now crawling backwards

>>118972
Iron blinks in surprise.
"What do you mean by 'poetry'?"

>>118972
Silver practically snarls at the griffon. "Ponish. Speak. Now."

Silver shows no sign of stopping his advance.

[1d20+5 = 24]
>>118973
She sighs

Sense motive on general state of emotions

>>118974
He backs further up. Then Mala darts over to the door, causing him to turn to try to run, and they both collide, briefly knocking both down.

>>118975
Confusion, mostly, as he never was taught the arts of stringing words together in verses since he'd rather be doing physical work.

[1d20+2 = 10]
>>118975
Strength: Silver attempts to pin the griffon.

[1d20+3 = 4]
[1d20+2 = 7]
[1d20 = 20]
>>118976
Not the specific reaction to the specific posed question. His general emotional state

>>118977
Silver jumps down on the creature. From behind, a loud “sling!” and the shower curtain explodes in a frenzy, the blue opaque plastic giving way to brown and tan. First a beak, then the slim body of a cat exits, jumps out, then bounds off the floor in as a cat in pounce does. Slower to start, the pangolin pony follows behind, with a loud “clop” as her hooves hit the floor in a powerful, of less graceful manner. Claws from the griffin lurch forward and onto Silver’s quarry, followed by the added hooves

>>118977
>>118978
The griffin tries to get up, and slips, falling back down. Khoi Lua leaps forward, strikes him right in the head, and pins him down, adding to Silver’s mostly successful efforts

>>118978
General emotional state?
Well he's still kinda horny and eager to please in whatever way possible if his erect phallus is any hint of that. Aside from that, he is intrigued by this poetry stuff Sands is currently talking about as well as her questioning of his relationship with her and Cauldron. There is a looming frustration over his inability to properly reach a satisfactory conclusion with Cauldron due to his insecurity as a provider but ultimately does have hope he can meet the need of both Sands and Cauldron in all aspects given enough time.
Is that good?

[1d20+4 = 14]
>>118978
>>118979
Use Rope: Silver is visibly relieved at the appearance of the others. He uses this opportunity to tie the griffon up with his rope.

>>118980
She closes her eyes and and shakes her head
“What happens tonight? To you, to me, and to us?”

>>118981
The griffin on the floor has fallen, is hit in the head, has crashed into another creature, and is triply pounced. Mala stands up with an embarrassed smile, and the griffin in the floor is tied well

Khoi Lua:
“Tie his beak up too, we don’t need him squaking”
Jubilosa seems to be ahead of her. She shoves a luffa sponge into his mouth, pressing it deeper as his tongue slightly leans out.

>>118982
Silver actually hugs Jubilosa and Khoi briefly as an expression of his relief. "Thank Goddesses, you two are safe! How are others? Are they safe, too?"

>>118982
"We beat the griffons that mistreated you and shut their scheme down by killing the leaders if we have to."
He ponders a bit while he still applies the gentle strokes on her chest.
"After that, I give you a job to rise up economically to further whatever individual desires you may have, like supporting and taking care of the elderly, and I pay you for a place to stay to help you out during the process."
Iron blushes slightly as he continues.
"After that, we can have some dinner together."

>>118983
Khoi is surprised. Jubilosa is shocked at this sudden attack, pushing away in futility at the attacking forelegs. Yet both are hugged.

>>118984
Her face is twisted until “dinner”
“Tell me more”

>>118985
He does relent, if only so he can repeat his question. "Are others safe? Where are they?"

>>118986
Jubilosa is still surprised by the... ponies call it a ‘hug’?
Khoi answers
“I think that tall one was in hallway”

>>118985
Iron hums a bit, before continuing.
"We could then have a walk in the park, sit on a grassy patch and watch the stars together."
He puts his other hoof on her cheek.
"Have a nice cuddle under the moonlight..."
and moves his muzzle closer to hers, lips hovering inches from hers.
"...maybe a little kiss."

>>118988
Now, she smiles back, in a more toothy, malicious grin. She places both of her hooves on Iron’s shoulders
“Maybe a little kiss...

>>118987
"And others?"

>>118990
“The big grey wingless hornless one went off with...”
She shakes her head
“And that griffin that came with the grey one is behind you”

Jubilosa:
“Why did you tackle us?”

>>118989
Iron chuckles gleefully before kissing Sands' snot lightly.

>>118992
*snout lightly

>>118991
"And Loputu? Where is he?"

Silver gives Jubilose a look of confusion. "You...mean that hug?"

>>118992
She goes cross eyed at the approaching muzzle, not expecting that

>>118994
“Oh...”

Khoi looks away, wide eyed
“I am... not sure where he is”

>>118995
"...Loputu? Loputu, where are you?" Silver looks around for the little colt.

>>118995
Iron chuckles some more, deciding to give her one more kiss on her neck and speaks again.
"I am sure the others should have finished preparations by now."
His member twitches slightly.
"Do you want to go back?"

[1d3 = 1]
>>118996

>>118997
She makes a wrinkled frown
“I suppose...”

>>118999
Iron chuckles at her frowning before nuzzling her as he gets off of her with a trail of kisses up to her teats.
"Do not worry, we can finish it later," he says as he blows some air inbetween her legs before jumping off the bed.

>>119001
New bread, in case you didn't know.
>>119000 →

Henlo, can I have an update?

>>119514
Um... see new thread
>>119000 →