Um.... Eh...>>119001 →
She stands up, and gets off the bed. No word or comment, with the same frown
Iron uses the power of empathy to try and see what's going on inside her head that left her frowning.[1d20 = 8]<Sense Motive
It seems there is or has been a discrepancy between expectations and reality
Iron ponders this for a second, planting a hoof on Sands' flank.
Iron hums for a second before putting his hoof on her cheek, approaching her muzzle with his own.
"I can sense you want something," he says as he goes ever closer to her.
She looks away for a moment, then back
Iron's breath can be felt near her muzzle at this point.
Now, she looks right into his eyes with big, green, almost sad eyes of her own
“I want a promise”
She looks down, and rubs the ground with her left forehoof
“That when this is over...”
Looks up at Iron
“You will be my special somepony. And I, yours”
Iron is stunned by the proposal, astonished that a mare actually offered him to be his special somepony.
He blinks at her dumbfounded.
"Why? I have not even made good on my promise yet," he utters, unintentionally revealing his insecurity. "How do you know you can trust me to accomplish what I promised?"
She smiles, and pets the top of his head, over his ear with her left hoof
“Where the heart is... it will happen”
Iron's ears droop, feeling quite conflicted over the issue.
"I... I do not know what to say..."
He looks at her with a bit of shame but determined.
"I still want to be with the zebra as well. I do not want to let her go."
Now her ears droop
“Don’t think of her now. Think of me”
Iron looks back at Sands, ears still drooped
"Can I not choose both you and the zebra?"
“Can you commit your heart and time to me? We can work on this whole ‘zebra’ issue later. Just so long as you will be mine.”
Iron thinks of all the good Cauldron has done to help him, from giving her home for him, treating his wounds and offering him companionship even though he almost broke it up after getting drunk and expressing his primal desires straight up.
Her smarts, cunning, resourcefulness, trustworthiness, dexterity and charm. He can't simply part away from that.
However, Sands has been quite the patient, caring and loving pony, letting him nuzzle her and use her body to alleviate his primal desires, specially with her soft, fluffy fur. He can't simply leave her behind either after what he did.
Because of this, he's basically at a standstill, shaking his head in mild desperation.
"I want to give my heart and time to both. Not one over the other."
She sighs, then sits down, wrapping her tail around herself, as she lowers her head along with her ears
“Fine. Let me put it to you this way. If I had sex with you, I could become pregnant. Would my foal have a father with the love, the will, the money and the time to provide for her. Hold her. See her off to school in the morning. This is something I need to know with certainty.”
>>119028Sorry for breaking the moment, Sands. Iron can't help but want two mares instead of one
Iron hums a bit before nodding with certainty.
"Yes, I will."
She nuzzles him
“Hopefully in time you will give your whole heart”
Iron holds her head close, placing his head over her, content with the agreement.
"I will never betray your trust, Sands. I promise you that."
His member has receded back to its sheathe at this point in time.
She is pretty soft and comfortable to hug, sitting there. Her hair is soft under his muzzle. She now wraps her forelegs around him
He decides to hold her close, savoring the moment of slight tenderness.
However, he does have one last thing to say.
"Do not betray mine."
He simply stays silent in the hug, not wanting to explain himself, lightly stroking her head tenderly.
She pulls away from him, and eyes him
I wonder where Iron went. He needs to better explain what he said to poor Sands.
Unrelated question: what voodoo lets you have OP post numbers in even thousands?>>119033Also golly gee the autism emanating from Iron
>>119037>>119039>>119038>autismI don't blame you for thinking that because you probably didn't witness her ask for immunity after hearing Mala, the gnoll with Silver, ask for it when it was revealed he ate the bones of deceased pony slaves. If she felt compelled to call for immunity after hearing Mala eat dead ponies, then she has a big secret compared to eating pony bones, which is pretty bad.>>119036
Iron smiles at her as if nothing strange happened or was implied.
"Why worry about something you will not do, Sands?"
He strokes her mane.
She pulls away again to look at him with a partly open mouth
“The Hell are you even talking about?”
Iron blinks at Sands.
"Are you feeling alright?"
She now pulls away entirely, and starts to slowly walk to the door, with a gait almost like a cat. She shakes her head as she nears the door
"Yes," he responds calmly as he follows her.
"We should go back to the others now."
>>119042Why would she have any idea of what Mala’s secret was? Why would she know that? Why would anyone except Mala know that? Why would anyone think that she could have known that before he said it?>>119048
With our word, she opens the door and goes into the hallway
>>119049Because Mala said so to everyone for the first three questions. The fourth question is a not relevant at this point because, as I've said, Mala said his crimes to everyone by implying gnolls can digest bones.
Iron simply follows her, because of course he is quite worried about how shifty and evasive Sands is becoming.
(This mare just keeps getting more scared by the minute. How bad is it to not just say 'Alright, Iron. I will not break your trust.' What is she hiding?)
Nigger, here’s the timeline
1. Mala asks for immunity
2. Sands says, “can I have it too?”
3. Mala opens the garbage chute, everyone looks inside of it
4. Mala implies that he disposed of bodies
Literally no one knew why Mala was asking when he asked, or when Sand’s asked.
And now Iron threatens her out of the middle of nowhere for no reason, after explicitly telling her he has no intent to be faithful to her. When she tries to ask why the hell he just threatened her, he pretends like he never said anything. Any real human being in this situation would think, “this is the kind of guy who will blatantly flirt with the waitress in front of me, but will yell at me and break my cellphone out of irrational bouts of jealousy. Pass.” She’s not a real human being, so she won’t leave him, but she knows a red flag as surely as anyone else
Threaten her? You and Sands are overreacting. He simply asks not to betray his trust either as a statement since, you know, he did put his trust in her and all, but because she has the fear of being a changeling to deal with, she just forfeits because she'll eventually be found out.
So much for that plot hook, I guess.
As for Mala's situation, Sands was a slave to the griffons, why would she even want immunity? Why did Khoi or Jubilosa not ask it too if they thought they were in danger? Why only Sands and Mala?
She asked him twice
to clarify, explain, or elaborate upon the “do not betray [my trust]” line, pulling away from him to signify that this was a very important issue to her that must be answered, and twice, he refused>Her statement
He could ask. He may not get an honest answer, but he could ask
>and she's even considering taking him now as his coltfriend.
That stallion was Dark Star, funnily enough.
What is there to clarify? He simply asked not to break his trust. He wasn't implying anything aside from 'Don't screw me over'. If she wanted specifics, she would've asked 'That's rather vague, mind telling me what can break your trust?' instead of going suspicious and scared she's been found out or something with 'What are you implying?'.>He could ask
But he doesn't want to, because by this point he knows it's a useless line of conversation currently and needs to gain more trust with this mare if he wants to get an honest answer.>>119055Iron doesn't mesh well with Skies and we'll leave it at that.
Have you ever seen the “Don’t you fuck me?” scene in the movie Scarface? It’s worded pretty much the same, and it is very obviously a threat.https://youtu.be/IcInPRRfr9E
He’s clearly implying that he does not trust her. He says this immediately after he has pretty much told her straight up “I am still going to try to date this other girl, by the way,” which is him telling her he does not intend to be faithful in the normal sense, and in any case is a pretty big thing for him to ask. So she is puzzled and offended that he implies that he does not trust her, since she has given her no reason not to, whereas he explicitly told her not to trust him to be faithful.
Reeee realistic behavior is people not talking to each other and hating each other. I want ponies fucking.
Also I tried to resolve it in character with unsubtle non-verbal cues. It didn’t take
I mean, I guess she would just walk off like a stranger, maybe complain to Silver later, and in any event act colder.
I’m just frustrated when character interactions and relationships are ruined by a small shit and a lack of communication. I’m getting blue balled too.
I’m just bitching, but yes, she would return to being a combat focused NPC
He never learns, damn it! He just thinks that if he offends another person, it must be because he is right and superior, and the offended person is bad and inferior
We can proceed like normal. It’s just a shame, that’s all
I have to admit retreat is not exactly a good option if what you want is a climax and Iron to learn.
Nothing will be gained or lost, after all, and no one learns from it.
Although it is pretty realistic, I won't lie.
I'm not sure I'd call what transpired as "realistic". It was just...bad. Poor Sands...
Miscommunication killing off relationships? It happens all the time.
Again, I'm not sure I'd call what happened miscommunication. Maybe it was on your end, but to everyone else it came off as overly harsh and callous, especially after his pretty terrible responses to Sands' previous questions.
Harsh? He asked something very simple which needed no further explanation. A relationship is based on trust, after all.
It's the way it was worded. "Don't betray mine" sounds far more adversarial than, say "I'll put my trust in you".
Sure, but it's not worth breaking up over.>>119074I can't really do much if she goes away, but you're right. He'll have to let it simmer.
>>119080Is he here tho? I can't say for sure.Well, I guess I better do this again.>>119049
Seeing Sands getting upset again, he puts a hoof on her flank again with a curious, worried gaze.
"Are you upset about something in particular?"
>>119081>>119081I wrote a huge thing. Then you made this post
She flinches, and turns her head back. Then she pulls her forelegs back. She speaks, loudly, suddenly, and with hurt in her voice.
“Why do you think I will betray you? Do you not trust me?”
Iron's eyes widen in surprise followed by fervent nodding.
"I do trust you, Sands, but there is something that has been bugging me after you went for a private talk with Silver."
He looks at her, ears drooped and a doubtful expression.
"There is a big secret you are not telling me."
“.... What? Why would you think that? Silver.... Is that the unicorn? Silver pulled me aside to talk about your Zebra”
"But why did he? Why did he not stop you?"
He pauses for a bit.
"And why do you need immunity against law enforcement? You were a slave worker here, right?"
“He wanted to tell me about your Zebra mare”
Then she looks down
“Well.... sort of...”
Iron cocks his head at her uncertainly, ears still drooped.
"What do you mean?"
“I was captured by these criminals... before that, well...”
Iron awaits patiently her story.
“So maybe I didn’t
work in elderly care... I was just telling that to the kid because he thought he recognized me... working as a waiter for snooty ponies doesn’t pay big, and certainly not enough to pay rent”
Iron is still not satisfied with the response given, but gives her a small grin at her since she is telling the truth.
"So what did you do before then?"
“So maybe I worked with a local organized gang. Perhaps swindling a few stallions, or distracting customs agents as cargos are offloaded. Maybe I did some illegal things. And maybe I was captured as a part of a turf war...”
Iron cocks his head, confused by her actions.
"Why did you call for immunity if they had nothing on you?"
*pouty unicorn sounds*
She hangs her head low, and her eyes half closed >>119093
“You never know what they know, or what they’ll find”
Iron looks a bit iffy, still bothered by something.
"Why did you not mention it when I offered you to do illegal activities, then?"
Iffy as in head cocked, ears drooped and eyebrow cocked.
“I was asking you about.... Well, dating. I was surprised and disappointed to hear a business proposal instead”
Iron hums a bit before pulling her chin up gently with a hoof, ears drooped and brow lowered and staring at her gently.
"Is that everything? I dislike having secrets with the ones I love."
He blinks once.
"It is what breaks my trust the most."
She sits down, and places her forehooves together
have collaborated with the gangsters here just a tiny little bit...”
Iron's eyes widen and his ears perk up.
(How many secrets are in there?)
"What kind of collaboration?" he asks
She looks into his eyes
“Let’s not dwell on things”
Iron can't help but feel even more worried, ears drooping back again.
"It is important to share these kinds of things, Sands. We cannot cover things up between eachother."
“Okay okay okay okay... fine. They would have us locked together. Sometimes in a workshop, sometimes... down there. They would give food, or more favorable treatment to prisoners who would tell when others were not working hard, or were planning escape or what have you, as well as who knew the patterns of Customs, which I did”
“That’s... the gist of it. There’s more details, there always are. But that’s what happened....”
She moves her eyes down to the ground
Iron's ears droop low, hoof still pulling Sands' chin up so her head looks at him.
"I am glad you told me that, Sands."
His heads approaches hers slowly, as his ears subtly rise up as his face softens
"I know it must have taken you a lot."
She nods. Silently. There are almost tears in her eyes
He slightly part his lips as he nears her muzzle, half lidding his eyes.
"You are a strong, brave mare, Sands."
“It wasn’t by design. I just kind of needed to be”
When she stops talking, she moves her muzzle forward, and locks her lips with his.
Maybe not as warm as expected, but they are wet, and soft
Iron gently pulls his hoof away from Sands' chin, wrapping it around her head instead.
He tentatively moves his mouth inside Sands', exploring her slowly.
Her tongue comes out to meet Iron’s, and rubs against it, softly. He can feel past the soft lips and teeth into the interior of her mouth. She twists her head slightly, allowing him to go deeper as their mouths lock into place
He twist his head in the opposite direction in return, dancing with her tongue as savors the moment, pushing her head slightly backwards with his
His previously unsheathed member starts to prop up once again at these ministrations.
She pushes her tongue forward, further onto his, into his mouth. She halfway opens her dark green eyes to look back into his, and raises her left foreleg to go back around him
(It feels just like the vision,) he thinks to himself as he begins to slowly and gently pull Sands back into the bedroom (It is incredible.)
His tongue matches hers with gusto, liking the passion currently being expressed.
With a green glow, “slock,” the door locks behind them
She pushes forward, before placing both forelegs around him. Her kiss now has even more passion to it, as she sucks in his breath
Iron is a bit surprised by the extra forelegs as she drags Sands back to the bed, being careful not to drop her as his half-lidded eyes look behind her head just in case she slips.
She places her hooves downs, and follows him back to the bed, already placing her forelegs on it
Iron, being the physically passionate stallion that he is, takes away her foreleg around her head and picks her up with it, gently placing her on the bed.
*picks her up by the chest with it
And so she is picked up, and delicately placed on the bed. She doesn’t weight much, being kind of a small mare. She lays down on her belly, her hind legs closed in to the side, tail strewn over the bed, and her forelegs in front of her. She looks back at Iron with a big smile
Iron's member expands fully, gazing at the mare in question from off the bed, with a toothy grin.
(Now that is peak physical body.)
He gingerly gets on the bed, placing himself on top of Sands yet again and kissing her on the lips yet again, erect member in full display on top of her.
She looks back at him, then at his member
Then with a glow of green light, he feels something grab his member
He feels his breath cut short as he lightly gasps at the sensation, ears perking up fully at the alien touch.
He looks down at Sands with a raised brow before blushing lightly.
She continues the kissing, pressing her tongue into his mouth
She looks back up, smiling, or at least lips pulled back her mouth is still on his, and he can feel a force move back and grab his testicles, caressing them
>>119126>>119125Not my testifies!
Iron can't help but crane his neck downwards to see what is doing all this sensual touching down there, blush increasing in intensity as his rocks are being fondled.
A soft green glow has enveloped his genitals. Sands has a look of minor glee on her face
Iron looks back at Sands in wonderment.
"Are... are you doing that?"
Iron smiles wide at this newfound revelation.
"Is that so?"
He lowers his head to her horn, giving it a tentative lick.
She moves her horn back, surprised at the move, though Iron still gets a taste of the surprisingly fuzzy object
Iron chuckles at the now slightly more familiar feeling.
"It is doing something alright."
He gives another kiss to her horn.
Again, she moves back slightly, still unused to the sensation. Her horn glows green, a slightly yellower green than her eyes, and the aura moves about with a sound to it. She confirms to rub, by magic force, Iron
Iron's eyes sparkle at the slight change of color, grunting slightly at the slight rubbing sensation with a decent amount of blush on his cheeks.
(Do unicorns tend to do that? I have to try it out again!)
He cranes his neck forwards, starting to tenderly places kisses her horn, giving it a lick or two
*Tenderly place kisees on her horn,
She moves her horn back, simply done by tilting her head further back, as it is locked in place on the top of her head, and out if the range of Iron’s overly curious mouth
Iron pouts as the horn goes away, ears drooping slightly.
He decides to give her horn one last stroke with a spare hoof.
>>119138Actually, if she is on her belly, it would be easier for him to access her horn than even her muzzle
It feels solid with a slight, fuzzy exterior.
“It kind of tickles...”
>>119139Oh you know what's going to happen then.
Iron hums in thought as he starts to pump her horn slowly, neck craning forwards to lick the tip.
Her face turns to a look of almost.... concern
Iron, being too focused on the slight change of color, can't help but keep going in spite of Sands' concern.
He kisses the tip lightly, still pumping her horn lightly, being sure to keep an eye open in case it changes color again.
It stops glowing all together, as he feels the force around his balls cease. The end is not sharply pointed, but neither does it go into his mouth far before hitting the top of his mouth. It’s... a little harder than a hoof, but softer than a tooth, and has a fuzzy coating on it like it’s alive and an organ of her body.
>>119143Oi, who said Iron put the horn into his mouth. A kiss to the tip is a kiss to the tip.
Iron pouts yet again, bummed out at the lack of color changing as he stops his pumping.
Iron does not
fellate the horn.
She looks back to him with an awkward smile
“I take it you haven’t seen many unicorn horns up close”
Iron looks back to Sands with a sheepish smile.
It turns mischevious in a split second as he trails lower, kissing her neck.
"A minor setback. I will have to ask about it later
She giggles, and watches him kiss her long, thin neck
“It’s just a little sensitive”
Iron chuckles under her neck.
"I know where the sensitivity is highest."
He starts lowering his head further down her body in a trail of kisses down to her teats, stepping back slightly to do so.
She smiles, and pulls her left legs up to turn onto her side, allowing him a view of the two little things. She looks at him, with a contented, sensual smile
Using a foreleg, he helps spread her legs, laying down lightly in front of her rump.
He smiles back eagerly, before licking his lips, craning his neck forwards and giving her a small little kiss on her left teat.
Velvet fur and smooth skin, the little nipple moves about in his mouth
With a long lick, he gently sucks on it as one of his hooves snakes inbetween her legs, tapping at her hindquarters for her lower lips.
He shuffles a bit on the bed as his member is squished by his body weight.
Her tail is blocking the way, even as he feels the velvet fur of her rump give way to thick, bare skin
He glances upwards at Sands as he lets go of her left teat and begins to pleasure her right as he starts to rub her hindquarters, panting eagerly.
"Are you enjoying this so far?"
Some flesh to her rump, some muscle and some bone. And a soft entry to her insides she tries to hide with her tail
After suckling her teat, he pulls it up slightly and releases it with a loud pop before going down to her rump, massaging her hind legs.
She closes her legs, placing her right hind leg back in place, then moves from her side, back to laying on her belly, leaving her rump, cameo led by her light red tail, right in front of him
Then she turns her head back to him with big green eyes and an almost sad expression
Iron, intrigued by the stop of her cute laughter, glances up to her.
“Can you take me home with you tonight?”
Iron looks to the side, his ears drooping after hearing her plea of companionship, reducing his hindquarters massaging quality
"...I do not have a physical home."
But he looks back to her with a hopeful smile
"But we can share a room for the night."
“And Iron.... what about after that?”
He smiles warmly at Sands.
"We will see."
He gently brushes away her tail to expose her lower lips, closing his face on it.
"I know one thing: I am not to leave you in the dirt," he says.
This gets a smile out of her
“And will you be with me? You, mine, and I, yours? Your heart, given to me?”
Iron smiles back
"For tonight, my heart is yours."
He proceeds to slowly get closer to her folds, breathing on them, looking at her reaction.
Iron rises a curious eyebrow at her reaction.
Iron cocks his head.
"I am pretty sure we had this discussion a minute ago."
"I will gladly spend time with you, doing all sorts of romantic things."
He changes his forelegs' position to massage her belly.
"Cuddling in a bed in the middle of the night, have long walks in the park to stargaze, see one of the movie pictures."
He nuzzles her belly lightly as his forelegs go to massage her barrel.
"But I belong to no one," he says while under her fur.
He pulls up to rest his chin on it instead.
"That is not going to stop our relationship, though. I am going to give you every single bit of love you need, Sands."
He kisses Sands' belly
"All of it.">>119171One thing's getting laid. The other is blatantly lying about Iron's faithfulness to a mare. If I want to go the harem route, Iron is gonna present it up front. He won't break somepony's trust.
Iron blinks at the question.
"It means what I said: I will love you deeply."
He caresses her belly back and forth.
"I will care for you and any possible foals from this point on if you so desire."
He starts to massage her flanks back and forth.
"I will relish every moment together as the Moon shines with the stars."
Another kiss on the belly.
"And give you memories you and I will cherish for generations."
He looks up to her with his ears drooped.
"But you will not be the only one I will share it with."
Iron puts both forelegs on her belly.
"Is it really that difficult to love more than one pony at once?"
“Is this about the Zebra, or something else?”
Iron nods at the mention of Cauldron.
Iron nods yet again.
There is a slight hint of uncertainty, but overall he believes in what he agreed to.
“When we get back, can you give your whole heart to me? Tonight?”
Iron nods with a warm smile.
"Of course, Sands."
She smiles back
“I just needed to be sure”
With a motion, her long, red, flowing tail moves off from behind her, and is waved onto her back, flowing over her left side
With a smile, he licks his lips before craning his neck to face Sands' folds.
On either side, her rump protrudes out. Nice white flanks of soft fur, they are rather thin. But Iron is there for the multiple shades of pink flesh that lie between.
Sand’s Labia is rather thick, possibly swollen in her period of heat. It’s a similar light pink to her teats. Her vulva is spread somewhat, allowing Iron to see the pink pearl of her clitoris, which has a nearly heart shape, in the bottom of her open vagina. Her vaginal walls, a deeper red, exposed to either side, expandwith her vulva and contract in a “winking” fashion, showing off her clitoris. The bottom of her vulva sticks out further than at the top, and her vaginal slit continues upwards before coming to her anus. The pink cylinderal protrusion from the folds of her rump is about a third as wide and tall as her vaginal slit, rather large, and very smooth before rounding out into a very thick circle. Above this is pink fleshy skin, that goes up to her dock, and after a point, the red hairs of her tail begin
Iron can't help but stand there, fixated on the scene before him.
His member twitches under him, reminding him of his state of arousal.
(It would be so tempting to just blow my load in that life-bearing hole of hers.)
He cautiously approaches the vagina with his face, sniffing deeply.
There is a definite smell of sexual energy emanating from it. Her vagina does not remain passive in this rink, but opens and closes in a “wink,” pushing her clitoris forward slightly, in cycles that last maybe seven seconds. Her anus looks almost like it was sculpted by a goddess, and certainly would put any of the fertility goddesses of his old tribe to shame
He licks his lips instinctively, getting so close to that inviting odor that oozes fertility and life.
(I cannot believe I am actually able to get here. Was Silver right about this 'love first, care second' thing?)
He gets so close, in fact, that he buries his snout on Sands' vagina, closing his eyes in bliss.
He moves his snout closer, closer, closer, until he comes in contact with the thick, swollen lips of her labia. They flinch back, and close in on her, before opening again, and pressing outwards. They are smooth, very smooth, and covered in a liquid that almost sweeps out
Feeling the smooth lips parting and closing on his snout, compounded by the damp, wet goodness on his face, he can't resist but to give a big long lick along her folds, almost salivating from the experience.
Her vaginal walls move back and expand with Iron’s tongue pressing against them. The tunnel must go much deeper, as the walls move and expand wherever his tongue goes, but swiftly move in to fill any space left behind when his tongue moves. More of the liquid comes out and onto his tongue, with a kind of strange flavor to it.
Iron smacks his lips and stares right at her vagina with a big, predatory grin. He presses his snout as far as it can go before trying his hardest to snake his tongue as far as he can
The vaginal opening is currently too small for something as big as his entire muzzle. His tongue fits in, the vaginal walls expanding for the new interloper, and the edge of his snout can as well. The whole muzzle... maybe it would stretch that far?
Iron tries his hardest to get further, making his tongue dance inside Sands' vagina to further that attempt of reaching the end, making him grunt softly on Sands' opening.
He cracks an eye open to see how Sands is faring with this treatment.
(This should be as mind-melting as it is for me, right?)
“Don’t stretch it too much...” she says
Iron is a bit surprised to hear that, removing his tongue quickly.
He decides insteadd to focus on that little heart inbetween her legs, poking it with his hoof.
“No no, keep licking, just don’t.... try to stick your entire head in...”
The clitoris moves in an out, being attached to soft flesh
(What a peculiar feature.)
He gives the clitoris a little lick.
It’s a little fleshy bulb that sticks out, soft and round. When he licks it, the vagina contracts again, then expands back outwards
Iron stares at the little nub of evading flesh.
The moment the clit appears, he attempts to suck on it gently.
He can catch it with a nibble, even as it tries to pull away. A little harder and darker than most of the flesh, the little heart guards the entrance to her vagina. When he sucks, it pulls forward slightly
Iron sucks on it a little, attempting to see the effect on Sands with a curious expression towards her.
Her eyes are closed, her mouth is open, and her tongue hangs partly out. An expression of ecstasy
With that confirmed, he pulls it a little before letting it go with a wet pop.
"How are you feeling?"
Iron shakes his head with determination
"That will not do."
He proceeds to immediately plunge his snout right into Sands' wethole, twirling his tongue inside her with passionate eagerness but without stretching her by pushing his snout further than he needs to.
He dives in, and invaded her vagina, going deeper and pressing against the walls. But the vagina fights backs, clenching down and pressing against Iron’s tongue
Iron is not going down without a fight, flicking and maneuvering his tongue inside Sands' walls with all his might, combatting the vaginal defenses.
He grabs Sands' belly and flank with his hooves, digging in deeply and fast, hoping to break through the pleasure barrier.
(I am going to make this night best you have ever had.)
Her eyes go wide as she does all she can to stifle a scream. A big clench comes upon Iron’s tongue, and more liquid flows out
He is shocked at the big liquid increase on Sands' hole, making him stop and look at Sands.
She is almost stretching forward, and not looking at Iron
He tentatively moves his tongue a bit, still inside Sands' folds to see if she still reacts.
Yes. Another clenching movement
She decides to move her tongue inside her at a slow, steady pace, waiting for any vocal or twitch from outside her walls.
(Is she doing alright? I hope I did not hurt her.)
She moves somewhat, mostly moving her own mouth
Iron's fears get the better of him, removing himself from inside Sands and shuffling closer to her head, wanting to see her face.
"Sands. Are you alright?"
She looks back to him, wide eyed, breathing faster
Iron puts his ear on Sands' chest, searching for her heartbeat.
"Are you sure? You went limp for a second."
“I’m fine. Keep going. I have to try to be quiet under the circumstances”
Iron kisses her cheek, before trailing back to her rump in a track full of small, wet pecks while his hooves massage her barrel.
She lays there, smiling happily, breathing a bit heavily, and still winking her vagina in and out
Iron goes straight back to work with his siege of Sands' Keep, assaulting her with his massive battering ram of a tongue at a more moderate speed, savoring those little droplets of strange juice that keep piling up.
Iron blushes slightly over her giggling.
(I do not think she is laughing due to one of my jokes.)
He decides to sneak a hoof down to her clitoris, massaging her slowly down there as he tactfully storms Sands' castle.
Iron doesn’t quite kick it down, but rubs it carefully
The intoxicating smell of her fountain is making his head feel a little woozy, increasing his speed after ensuring the buildings behind the walls won't be destroyed by his ramming maneuvers, rubbing the detonator a bit faster to cause the spark.
She again leans forward with a gaping mouth, moaning almost silently
Iron quietly grunts to himself, feeling his stallionhood twitch at its full length, deciding to lean over to the right to let his siege tower out on the field as he presses forward with his ram, now incresing his tempo further, akin to a string being spun around by a unicorn, demanding to open the gates with his siege weapon while fervently rubbing the detonator to release the flood gates.
As Iron licks more, Sands’ breathing becomes increasingly ragged, with more short, sudden breathes. Her eyes remain closed, and her mouth open. Her tongue positively hangs out now
Iron's eyes spark.
(I am breaking through!)
He redoubles his efforts, licking like nopony filled with hormones has ever done to the deepest depths of Sands' walls and flicking her clit at the maximum speed he can.
(Come on! I can do this!)
A little whine comes out of her mouth, but she silences herself. The walks don’t fight back as hard, and when his tongue moves, do not move back as quickly, leaving a gaping hole in her vagina that has been carved out by Iron’s tongue
He keeps it up, going so far as to use his other hoof to drip itself on Sands' fluids and massaging her teats. He keeps on vibrating his hoof on her clit and tries to sink his muzzle further to reach deeper into Sands, wanting to please all
of her with all he's got.
So he goes out on her. He can fell his penis being grabbed
Iron grunts slightly from the gesture while inside Sands with his stallion snout until the climax reaches.
(For pleasure!) he tries to say, but is ultimately muffled by Sands' walls.
Exactly when, or if she climaxes is not really known to Iron, but a clenching movement from her vagina comes down with more force and an inward motion, than others. Meanwhile, iron himself is being grabbed and caressed
Iron, due to his snout being quite deep within her for a little while, removes himself from the to give a long inhale, only to be exhaled shakily as his blueballed state leaving him short of breath.
She too, seems short of breath, as she caresses his increasing blue balls
He looks at Sands' motions a little more closely as he lets out a low growl from the ministrations.
Her barrel moves in and out with breathes, her tail waves slightly, still with hair strewn over her back. And her vagina still winks at Iron, expanded, but not deterred
Iron knows what to do now.
The castle wants him back.
With a deep inhale, he sits up slowly and puts his forelegs around Sands' hindlegs, holding them tight but gently.
They give somewhat on the furry outside, but are solid underneath
He starts to slowly yet steadily dragging them towards his mouth, starting to lift off Sands' rump off the ground.
Taking advantage of his extra height and strength, he digs in while holding her rump up with fervor, with his member ripe for any sensual touches from Sands, whose body is almost off the ground.
She looks back more than a little startled by the turn of events, even as her vagina seems to challenge Iron
Iron sticks his muzzle deep in Sands' wethole in savage desire, sparing no expense of moderation as his member twitches in response to the lack of stimulus.
He merely twitches his ears in recognition of her offer as his member twitches once more in response, his mouth full of her, wanting to make her reach the fabled climax his father told him about.
"Hehehe, You can do it all night long when we get home, but we need to hehe get back to the group soon"
He stops in his tracks, pulling his muzzle out of her wethole in a swift motion, exhaling slightly as his member twitches once more.
"Right," he responds, suddenly blushing darkly from how wild he was getting.
He lowers her body gently into the bed, inhaling a bit from his blueballed state.
"What do you suggest I do with my litte pony down there?"
She turns her head back to look at him, with a mischievous grin
"What do you
With another glow of her horn, she grabs and rubs his balls as he sits there
Iron grunts lightly from the caressing, somewhat clouding his judgement.
"Use that horn of yours to your maximum capacity."
He smiles weakly yet confidently, exhaling slightly.
"Do not hold back on my member and its equipment and be ready for a big
She turns her lips to a frownAnd that's all I can advance for the night. She's not done with him yet, though
Iron cocks his head, ears drooping slightly and loweing his brow as she frowns.
"I assume you have something in mind?"
She places her right forehoof under her chin, resting her muzzle on it
“I thought a certain part of you had a mind all it’s own
? Ask him
for some ideas”
She bats her eyes
Iron raises his eyebrows, before looking at her, head cocked.
"You want it inside you?"
Iron recoils back, ears striaghtening up as his eyes widen.
"Did you not say you were in heat?" he asks incredulously.
The horn on her head lights up in a soft green, and Iron can feel a firm clasp around his balls
“Did you not just say you were committed to stay by me?”
She ends that with a smile and lidded eyes
Iron lets out a deep grunt as his rocks get grabbed, ears drooping as his blush darkens slightly as he smiles.
"You are right."
He grabs her hindlegs once again with his forelegs, pulling her closer to him.
"I hope you are ready."
She is pulled back, her right hoof falling to the bed, her head falling, and she drags her hooves across the bed, messing up the floral pattern sheets above them
He aligns the side of his member on his folds, gently hotdogging her in preparation for what's to come.
*the underside of his member
The soft flesh squishes ever so slightly as Iron places the love stick over her vulva and anus, pressing into her dock, and causing her anus to twitch slightly.
After a few rubs of teasing, he pulls back, aiming his tip on Sands' wet hole, tentatively poking her folds as it looks to enter her cavern.
Meanwhile, he leans forward, nibbling on the tip of Sands' left ear gently.
The top pushes aside her labia, and enters into her vaginal cavity. Soft, pink walks that put up such a heroic effort against Iron’s tongue, give way and retreat against this new invader.
With her muzzle on the bed, her eyes look up at Iron as he comes over her. Her fluff ear twitches at the nibble
With a little sigh of pleasure, he slowly but steadily inserts his members against the receding walls, his muscles relaxing slightly at the sensation as his eyes close, trying to maintain his composure.
*as far as it can go, his muscles
It goes in. And in. In deeper still, pushing aside fleshy walls. It fits rather snuggly over Iron’s penis - a warm, wet, but soft grip. Iron’s new marefriend pulls her head and muzzle up to look directly into Iron’s eyes above her. She looks longingly at him, with an almost twinkle in her deep, green eyes. Iron’s penis is grabbed by the vaginal walls around it, which as it is pulled down, also pull in, rubbing past the penis. She releases him, and so pushes back out. She does this twice, and could nearly message him even as he is still. Her horn lights up again in yellow green, and Iron’s testicles are gently rubbed and caressed
He lets out another grunt, huffing from this new alien sensation compounded by the ball fondling.
(Oh gods. That is good~)
He looks at her gaze, sparking the primal urge to please her. To rut her senseless and explode inside her, giving her all his life for her to harbor.
With a determined yet relaxed look and a grin, he pushes further, to see how far can he really go.
Deeper in, deeper in still. The vaginal walls expand and push back, possibly pushing aside other internal organs. But the room is there, and she, too grunts when Iron pushes himself in, forcing his pelvis against her flanks and pushing aside her rump cheeks
Iron exhales shakily as he essentially hilts Sands, staying in his position for a bit to let her get accostumed to his size.
After a short little breath, he looks at Sands with eagerness, licking his lips and blushing lightly.
"Are you ready?"
Again, she grips into him, pressing down, pulling in, then letting off and pushing out, massaging his penis as he stands there over her. His balks are catered, forward and back, in a little pattern. She looks up at him with a smile, a sort of mischievous one
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Iron smiles wide as he slowly pulls back up to just the tip with an inhale, only to ram himself against her, exhaling strongly.
His mind goes blurrier and blurrier as his pleasure receptors are tickled further from Sands' rather dexterous and trained method of stimulation.
(Need to focus. Must. Not. Cum first.)
The gripping vaginal walls resist his retreat, just to loosen again, and the walls move in as his penis moves out, resisting the intrusion back in. He can feel the friction against his penis, always lubricated by her fluid, but always pressing down in greater and lesser ways. The whole pony is bumped forward a little with each thrust, and loving back into place. Her horn confuses its light, and she continues to caress his balks and bass of his penis
His breath is somewhat shaky from the ministrations before repeating his ramming at a moderate pace, planting his forelegs on the bed inbetween Sands' head for support as he pounds away at her nethers.
She takes a ragged breath, breathing in deeply, and exhaling. She stares forward, and her green glow begins to waver. But her vaginal walls continue to fill the area left by Iron’s penis, then are pushed out of the way, then come back again as he trusts on.
Iron lets out a single chuckle as he sees her magic dissipating.
(Seems like she is too raptrued by the sensation as well. I am glad I am not the only one.)
He moves his head towards her neck, kissing it deeply as his thrusting pace increases, making him grunt some more next to her ear.
She breathes a bit more rapidly. Then her eyes move up, and onto Iron. She smiles, take the bed sheet, and her horn glows bright fully rubbing his testicles, what parts of his penis don’t go into her, and even his taint. Her smile is warm when she says
“If you are worried about pregnancy, you don’t have to finish inside me”
With a last kiss on her neck, he glances at Sands with determination.
"I will make sure you reach the finish first."
He growls deeply at the increased magical stimulation, making him close his eyes as he pumps her rump with all his vigor, redoubling his efforts with quick, hard thrusts on her pussy.
He pounds her, pressing into the bed, pressing into her. The blood rises in his penis and the sensation grows. It’s not at all like his hoof, or what have you, but a soft and wet tunnel specially designed to fit him. The dainty unicorn under him looks back up at him with a soft smile
Iron huffs and puffs as his member finally reached the place it was meant to be in. The sacred act of mating the unicorn below him spurs his thrusts on, pounding at her pussy without mercy for her pleasure receptors, making sure he holds on his sticky life juice in him to avoid mistakenly creating a pony he probably will not be able to care for currently.
He grunts, huffs and puffs further, thrusting at what maximum levels he can achieve, wanting to do right on pleasuring Sands, his first mate.
Her eyes roll up, and the force on her magic flickers, then stops
Iron cheers himself on mentally, with a weak smile on his face as his ears rigidly stay upright as the sensations keep on increasing.
(Come on. I think I am almost there.)
His years of strength and endurance training are put to the test, making sure she reached the full extent of her orgasm.
All at once, her vagina clamps down, releasing a flow of liquid, and almost sucking on Iron’s penis
Iron stops his thrusting, leaving his member deep inside her, enduring Sands' vaginal movements as his balls are coated in the flow of liquid.
(I did it!)
He grunts deeply while still inside her, closing his eyes and biting his lip from the stimulation.
He cranes his neck up, head looking slightly upwards as he attempts to breathe in and out in a shaky fashion.
[1d20+5 = 6]>>119310
Just for this one, I'll use the email slot for you.
+4 from Endurance
It’s every bit as glorious as I had hoped
Big oof. Guess she has been bred after all.
Feels like a repeat of history.
Iron's mind seems to have been overstimulated by the massive stimulus of the encroaching walls of flesh that massaged his member frantically for minutes on end.
"Oh gods," he stammers out shakily. "I cannot hold it."
With that pitiful, late warning, he unloads his semen into Sands' vagina, spurt after spurt of thick, sticky semen coating her walls and filling her up to her maximum capacity after a whole week of blueballs.
He grunts fiercely, strongly closing his eyes, frowning as he bites his lip.
Sands shivers at the sensation, and she looks back to Iron with a satisfied grin
Iron instinctively and erratically thrusts some more in Sands' pussy, making sure his orgasm is fully spent, still shooting his big loads inside Sands.
He reaches to Sands' grinning lips, kissing her deeply as his ears droop from the orgasm.
(I might as well go all out on this. Give her every last drop.)>>119320This is why pulling out is a shit tier option to avoid pregnancy.
Another grip and pull, though this one with less force than before. She leans in and kisses him in kind, closing her eyes
After shooting one last load in Sands, he deepens the kiss further by putting his tongue inside her mouth as his strained muscles from the orgasm relax, making his body slump slightly.
She pulls a little onto her side. She pulls out her left foreleg, and places it over Iron, still kissing him
Still inside Sands, he pulls out of the kiss with a wet pop, panting slightly.
"That was amazing," he dreamily states, eyes half-lidded at Sands as he breathes calmly.
She smiles, lids her eyes, then moves her forehead yo to make contact with the forehead of the stallion above her, her horn making contact with his head and pressing against it. Then, with the sound of almost a spinning flywheel, her horn lights up into aura again. A chill goes across the room as her face lights up green
Iron witnesses the act with awe as her horn glows so intensely on his forehead, mouth hung open, widened eyes and raised brow.
The horn lights up, mesmerizing, as she continues looking at him
Iron stares at her horn in wonder, looking back at Sands with his ears raised.
"Is lighting up your horn normal after coitus for unicorns, Sands?"
“Can’t say I’ve had sex with enough unicorn mares for a sample”
Iron chuckles with a small blush.
"Fair enough," he says before turning curious. "What is your horn doing?"
Iron pouts lightly at her vague answer.
Nonetheless, he nuzzles her neck tenderly, humming softly.
"Did you have a good time?" he asks
Now, she moves over a hoof, and pets him
Iron closes his eyes with a happy little smile as his ears move to the sides from Sands' petting.
"I am glad."
He gives a small kiss on her neck before shuffling back for his member to get out of Sands' cavern to witness his deed.
A large amount of semen has already spilled out of Sand’s vagina, down onto the bed beneath. Still more comes out when Iron removes himself. Her vaginal walls are expanded and pushed aside, allowing .Iron to see inside her a few inches in a pink tunnel that becomes dark and black, full of white semen that spills over and pours out the edges. The incessant opening and closing is done
Iron blinks at the massive mess he has made, looking at Sands with drooped ears and concern-filled eyes
"Is there a possible way to clean you up down there? I may have done a number on your love canal."
“Why would you want to?” She stands up, pulls away, and winks her vagina a last time. A drop of semen comes out, and oozes down. When she stands up, she lowers the dock of her tail, pulling her tail off her back
Iron blushes slightly before nodding, unsure of what sort of alternative there would be to clean a mare's behind of semen.
He studies the tail's coverage trying to figure out how visible any possible traces of cum would be as he stands up as well.
He has some semen on his penis, much of which will no longer be visible when it retreats into its sheath. There is no helping the situation with the bed
Iron gets one last lewd thought, smiling mischeviously with half lidded eyes.
"I admit, I do want to clean myself," he says smoothly "but I cannot reach down there."
He raises and lowers his eyebrows.
"Could you help me out?"
She makes a half frown
“Would you kiss me afterwards?”
Iron simply smiles at her warmly, seemingly not bothered by the implications.
"Of course, Sands. Why would I not?"
She tilts her head in a kind of shrug, then lowers it under Iron
It feels warm and wet, almost strange, when she touches him. Her mouth, the edges of her teeth, then her tongue, licking up and down the shaft, followed by an almost nibble
Iron simply smiles with glee, gently placing his hoof on her cutie mark, enjoying the ministrations.
Her teeth very gently wrap around it, to be replaced with softer lip and tongue that goes up and down the length of his penis
Iron grunts slightly from the feeling, tapping Sands' cutie mark.
"Be careful. I do not think you can gulp down gallons of semen."
“I don’t think you have much left” she says, before placing her mouth back on his penis, carefully licking if”
I think I've figured out the meta for this game. It's to sire as many foals as you can and claim a very wide family tree.
>>119350You underestimate my power.
Iron exhales contently, rubbing her cutiemark to express approval.
"If you say so.">>119351At least it's Iron ideal.
Iron uses this chance to prove his mettle, kissing her the moment he's able to.
Her eyes go wide, but she opens her mouth to his, and inserts her tongue
Iron reciprocates, using his tongue to dance with Sands'.
And she interlocks her tongue with his, while pulling her mouth open, and sucking on his breath
He twirls and twists his tongue with and around her before pulling away once again with a smile.
"There was your proof," he says coyly.
A sense of foreboding comes upon Iron as he pulls away.
"Well... I guess it was"
Iron chuckles before slowly pulling out his foreleg off her head, taking his chance to brush her mane and stroke her cheek, ears drooped and a dopey smile on his face.
"I am glad I got to meet you, Sands."
He takes his hoof away and back to the floor as his smile turns calm.
"We must go to the others. I assume they might be done with their planning."
She nods, and places a hoof on his forehead
"Hopefully we can do even more together tonight"
Iron chuckles before starting to walk out of the bedroom, aiming to go towards the bathroom, content with the outcome with a happy little gait
(So being all lovey-dovey works? I cannot believe Silver was not saying nonsense.)
With an open mouthed smile on her face, and a light in her eyes, Sands watches Iron move away. She adopts a gleeful gait of her own, crossing hooves as she walks.
>>119364Wewlad.>>119366>snickeringMore like awkward gazes and disapproval, most likely.Execpt Silver, of course.>>119365
Iron glances back at her with a small smile, looking how she walks.
(Seems she had a good time, too, from how she walks. I wonder if it will increase her combat prowess.)
Iron cocks his head, unsure of what she means as his ears droop slightly.
"What do you mean?"
Iron decides to slow down his gait to next to Sands, rubbing coats lightly.
"As I had hoped for."
He smiles wide, ears straight and kisses Sands' cheek.
She laughs lightly, smiling with puffed cheeks, letting her hair fall down and cover her face, then giving Iron’s rear a light whip with her tail. With part of her face covered and the gills cheeks, she turns her head just enough for both eyes to look at Iron
“It’s such a pleasure to make you mine”
Iron jumps a little at the swat as his ears straighten up and his brow rises before chuckling as he relaxes.
"Do not go teasing me now," he chides playfully. "I might get a bit rowdy."
>>119377It’s a light tap
“There will be more for you later tonight. After this viper den is smashed. You can smash me after that.”
>>119378It's not a jump in pain, but in surprise. Relax.
Iron can't help but blush lightly at her suggestion, ears drooping and smiling coyly.
"I will take you up on that offer," he says smoothly, and proceeds to lightly nuzzle her neck, finishing up with another kiss on the cheek.
"You will love it."
>>119379I’m just saying it is not the equivalent of a ‘slap’
Smiling back, now more of a mischievous smile
“Gives me something to look forward to tonight”
Iron simply nuzzles her a bit more, before withdrawing with a smile and straight ears.
"Likewise."Do they reach the bathroom?
>>119381Not yet, no
“One more thing. Try to keep our liaison and coupling kind of a secret, at least from that scally pony and the brown pony. I don’t think they will approve. I don’t know if it’s jealousy, or if they think we aren’t taking the situation around us seriously by flirting, but let’s tone it down so we don’t provoke them.”
Iron nods before pecking at Sands' neck in a flash.
"It is going to be quite hard," he answers, "but I can do it."
[1d2 = 2]>>119003
No immediate response from Loputu
"Loputu!?" Silver hurries into the hallway to look around.
"LOPUTU!?" Now he starts to panic a little. He attempts to retrace the party's hoofsteps as part of his search for the now-lost colt.
Further down the hallway, sounds around the corner
Silver rounds said corner, hoping to see the colt.
Silver may receive more than he bargained for
Looking Silver's way are two large male griffins. One of whom, a large tan griffin with feathers that stick up more than normal on his head, wearing a white robe, has a weapon clearly out, approximately a meat cleaver. The other griffin, mahogany brown and red robed, has with no drawn weapon. They seem to already be alert to his presence, heading towards the corner.
Behind them, Silver sees the dark navy blue Colt. His head is locked by a black leather hackamore. He is sitting on the ground, resisting and pulling back, as an off white colored female griffin with a bright orange beak and wearing red robe, tries to pull him further. Further down, a door to a room is open
Silver's call of "Get the FUCK
away from him!" is joined by the sound of metal sliding against metal as he swiftly unsheathes his sword. He immediately enters a battle stance.Should I roll initiative?
[1d20+2 = 8][1d20+1 = 14]>>119391
"Scheiße, ein weiterer Eindringling"
"Leave our premises at once!"
[1d20+4 = 10]>>119392
"Я разорву тебя на куски!"
[1d20+4 = 10]>>119393 Мы похороним тебя!
Further away, the female robed griffin turns to try to take on the new intruder. But when she relaxes her hold on the reign, Loputu pulls his head back, pulling her closer and almost knocking her off balance, forcing her to turn back to the colt.
In front of Silver, the tan griffin pulls out his sword, or a fat blade that looks like a sword. An overly long meet cleaver is all the same in this instance.
It is, however, the mahogany griffin that jumps at Silver first. He mimic's Jubilosa's graceful strides, with all of the predatory acumen of a lion. He reaches out with with his claws, and strikes at Silver's head
[1d20+8 = 9]>>119394
A subtle dodge causes the griffon's talons to instead graze against his armor, failing to penetrate or deal any damage.
His magic sheathed both around his horn and his sword like angry, uncontrollable blue flames, Silver aims a swing from his greatsword at the griffin's head in response.
[1d20+6 = 13]>>119395
Silver swings it, but swings wide. So wide, in fact, that the sword grazes the wall, hits it and into the brick, knocking it out of his magical grip and making it fall to the ground.
The white robes griffin comes forward, and swings with his meat cleaver
Similar to what happened with the first griffin, the meat cleaver glances off of his armor harmlessly.
[1d20+4 = 9][1d20+4 = 24]>>119397
The first one, near Silver, scrapes at him again with his claws, this time, with both of them as he stands on his hind legs
Although the second talon avoids hitting anything vital, it still catches Silver on the side of his head.
[1d3+1 = 2]>>119398
One of the claws simply fails to connect with silver, going past his side. But dodging the one, comes at the cost of making perfect contact with the other. A claw scratches perfectly down Silver's face, drawing blood. Fortunately, it does not take out Silver's eye in the process
Silver's only apparent reaction to the blow being just a split second of checking that, yes, there is indeed a bleeding scratchmark on the side of his head and, yes, it does indeed sting. Instead, he's forced to break concentration on the battle to wrap another telekinetic field around the grip of his greatsword.Move action to pick up the sword, but it provokes an Attack of Opportunity.
[1d20+4 = 13]>>119402
The griffin that just clawed him strikes again
[1d20+8 = 22]>>119403
Thankfully they don't give him a matching gouge mark on the other side of his head, but the sound of their claws scraping against his armor is rather annoying.
Greatsword in his magical grasp and with his grip ever-so subtlely adjusting for a better swing, he turns his ire back at the offending griffon, and once again aims to collect for himself a head of a griffon.
[1d20+6 = 15]>>119404>>119405
The sword goes through the robe, into his chest. How much blood is drawn is hard to say. Crimson robes don't show blood well.
The griffin in white, however, strikes again. Behind them, the female griffin tries to pull Loputu off
"FIGHT ON, LOPUTU! BITE, KICK, AIM FOR HER EYES, DO EVERYTHING YOU CAN TO GET AWAY!"
The cleaver yet again fails to find its mark. These griffons are certainly putting Silver's armor through his paces.
[1d20+4 = 15][1d20+4 = 20]>>119407Should probably have the armor start taking damage
He digs his hooves into the floor, dragging him along, then tries to pull and wrestle, side to side. She has a much better grasp than moments before.
The red robed griffin strikes again and again
>>119408I have no clue how much health it has.
History nearly repeats itself. Silver manages to dodge the first claw, but in doing so gives the second a straight shot.Is there any way Silver can get around these two griffons and charge at the one trying to drag Loputu off, even if it means provoking an Attack of Opportunity?
[1d3+1 = 2]>>119409Yes, Silver has already moved over to their right significantly to get the sword
He scratches down, striking an area above Silver's breast plate on the neck
[1d20+10 = 25]>>119410
A not-insignificant amount of blood is drawn as the griffon rakes his neck just below where his throat was torn out by the ghast just yesterday, but such a blow is inconsequential for his subconscious mind. Greater issues are at hoof.Charge
: Silver breaks off from combat with these two robed griffons to charge at the one trying to carry Loputu off, sword leveled at the female griffon. "I WILL NOT LET YOU TAKE HIM!"
[1d20+6 = 25]>>119412
She is stabbed right through, her white robe stained in blood. Loputu pulls back, causing her grip on the reigns to force her down onto the ground
But the other white robed griffin retaliates
With his back effectively turned to the griffon, he gets a clean shot, even managing to penetrate his armor to cleave at Silver's flesh.
[1d8+3 = 11]>>119411>>119413
He strikes through, breaking through a strap in the top part of Silver's armor on the back
It's a devestating
hit, causing Silver to stumble and cry out in pain as the steel tears into his back and breaks a rib, or perhaps two if the pain is anything to go by. He's still standing, but another couple hits like that, and he won't be.
[2d6 = 10][1d8+1 = 6][1d3+1 = 2]>>119416>>119417>>119415
An arrow shoots forth, and lands in the base of the back of the head of the griffin that just attacked Silver.
A flurry of black and tan attacks the red robed griffin, as a separate griffin springs forth and claws him
Actually, that's not him
The griffin that just stabbed Silver falls down, slumping down as his legs fail him.
The other griffin now turns to his attacker, slashing at her
Both of his claws land with effect on her chest and neck
[1d20+3 = 22]>>119419>>119423
Silver is bleeding from the face, neck, and back. The female griffin that tried to carry away Loputu is on her belly, seriously injured. Loputu turns to buck her.
The white robed griffin with the sword has slumped down, wounded by an arrow
Further away, the mahogany griffin is engaged in serious combat with Jubilosa, who is now very seriously wounded
[1d3 = 2]>>119424
The female griffin of the white robes is hit in her side by Loputu's buck
[1d20+8 = 26]>>119424
With little heed payed to his own grievous injuries, Silver turns to assist Jubilosa, stabbing at the last standing enemy griffon.
Silver’s Sword goes right into his chest, breaking a rib in the process, and slicing him open. This combines with the scratches left by Jubilosa, and the sword strike earlier. He falls down to the ground, limp, a wing open and falling away, and his neck twisted. His eyes are open and unseeing
Silver looks around at the battlefield to see what other enemies are left alive.
The sword armed griffin is out, but maybe not dead
The female griffin is out. The red robes griffin lies on the floor. Two other griffins are present, one blending from long scratches down her chest and neck, and the other hurriedly approaching Silver
[1d20+5 = 16]>>119430
Jubilosa and Blue Skies. Silver is visibly immensely grateful they are here, both of them.Heal
: Immediately, Silver pulls out his medkit of rapidly diminishing medical supplies, and sees to Jubilosa's scratch wounds.
Fug, should be +7, not +5.
Cuts along her neck and her chest are worse than they look. The neck scratch goes into the windpipe, causing her to breath strangely, and the cuts on her chest go deep, though not penetrating the lung
Khoi Lua rubs up, and places a hoof on Jubilosa, who lies down on the ground
“Will you be okay?” She asks Jubilosa
Blue Sheckeks rubs up to Silver
“Poor Silver! They hurt you!”
"Дерьмо. I had wound like that on my own neck not too long ago. She will be fine after she has had time to rest and heal." He attempts to do his best to patch her up, telling her to avoid excessive vocalization and doing anything that would cause her to get out of breath.
To Blue Skies he gives a grateful smile, the adrenaline in his system letting his endure the pain if for only a brief moment. "Please do not get any of my blood on your stunning coat, Blue. I do not want to bleed on you and ruin it."
But, most of all, he looks onto Loputu, to see how he is doing after this ordeal.
Jubilosa tried to speak, but realizes the rush if choking on her own blood, and stops. Whether through bandages or cut up robes, Silver can stop the bleeding. Khoi Lua helps press down, to stop the bleeding, and stays there to comfort Jubilosa,
She sits down beside her, a hoof on Jubilosa’s neck
“Something tranquil to put you mind in on instead of you wounds. There was this garden behind the house of my aunt, and it had the most gratifying view of the mountain and the forest.....
Blue Skies has her attention on Silver, trying to place a robe over him
But Loputu stands back near where he was, near the other griffin, with some ability to walk around. The hackmore is tied around his mouth and prevents him from speaking. He can drag the reigns about, but is still covered in the restraints. He stands, shaking, and looks up at Silver through his long bangs
Khoi Lua, at Silver’s words, looks up at Silver
“That is some good news, at least. Our fellow traveler does not deserve this”
She goes back to her story to Jubilosa
“Oh, don’t worry about these feathers. Are you okay?”
Silver shakes the robe off of him, though not because he's ingrateful for her attempt to help. "I will be fine. I am not dead, thanks to you both."
He rushes over to Loputu even as the adrenaline runs its course and he begins to feel the pain from his wounds and he begins to wince with every breath he takes. He looks to see how he can free Loputu from his restraits. "I am so sorry, little one, I should have kept closer eye on you. I am so, so sorry this happened to you..."
He blinks, still looking up, but with his neck and head closer to the ground. He cannot speak in this state, and his long, lighter blue hair almost blocks his eyes. The tie for the hackmore is behind his head, easy enough to undo, he just can’t reach there.
Silver undoes the tie as soon as he sees it, and checks for any other restraits that need removed.
Silver removes it immediately. Loputu says nothing, not at first anyways. There are no other restraints >>119438
Well, “Blue Shekels” is the name we’ve given to Blue Skies in her griffin disguise
He places his forehooves on either of Loputu's sides, using his magic to brush aside his light blue mane from his eyes so he can look right at the colt. "Are you alright?"
When Silver tries to look at him, he moves his eyes down. Down, away from Silver, and to the left.
“I am okay...”
[1d20+3 = 7]>>119443
His attempt to avoid eye contact is concerning to the older stallion. He now moves one of his forehooves from Loputu's side to underneath his chin, trying to gently guide his face and eyes back towards him.Sense Motive
: Silver pays close attention to Loputu when he asks him again, "Are you alright?", wanting to know if he is hiding something.
Nothing is readily apparent
He tries once more, just to be sure. "You know you can tell me anything and I will not be upset, yes? I am only concerned about your wellbeing."
He lets out a chuckle interspersed with winces. "Do not be. I am one who should be sorry." He uses a non-bloody hoof pat Loputu on the top of his head. "Stay with group from now on. It will be easy for us to protect you that way."
He also levitates over the griffon's meat cleaver/sword to the colt. "And here. You can use this to defend yourself should you get attacked again."
He looks up at Silver with sad eyes and a frown, then down at the bloody meat cleaver. Covered in Silver’s own blood
He places a hoof towards it, and looks at it
"Oh, right! Sorry..." Silver uses his knife to tear off a clear strip from one of the griffon's robes, and uses it to clean up the bloody cleaver. It's a crude instrument, like a cross between an axe and a sword, meant only for hacking into either living or dead flesh, but that does not make it any less deadly.
He sits down, and has a twisted expression as he looks back up to Silver
He give the colt an awkward expression. "I, uh...understand, if you do not want to use it. You do not have, either, it is just something stupid I thought of." He does smile at him, though. "I am glad you are safe, however."
With that, he steps away, wipes his sword clean of griffon blood on one of the griffons' robes, and begins to remove his armor and clothing to inspect the bloody damage done to him.
He comes up, and takes the cleaver anyways
“I wasn’t roaming around. I didn’t know were you all were, and I hid in a closer when I saw the robe wearers approach”
A hack right into his back, blood dripping down, a scratch on his face. More blood
[1d20+7 = 17]>>119456
"I am sorry. We were in bathroom. You did well, trying to hide."
Every breath he takes is accompanied by a wince from his broken ribs poking into his lungs, and crimson red pours forth from his new wounds to stain his otherwise light grey floofy coat a dark red. An observer might be able to see bone through the cleaver wound on his back, where the steel hacking into his back flesh to his ribs. He looks to be in pain from his wounds, and underneath his coat his pink skin looks a bit pale from blood loss. "Блядь. This hurts..."Heal
: Silver does his best to at least stop the bleeding.
The frown faces, and he stands up, looking at Silver
Silver is able to force a piece of cloth on him, and with enough pressure, stop the bleeding
Blue Shekels comes up, and presses down on him, to help stop the bleeding
Loputu asks him
“Are... are you alright?”
He smiles first gratefully at Blue's aid, then reassuringly at Loputu's question. He tries to put on a brave face for the colt. "I will be. I have had worse, before."
He turns his head slightly
“Why did you come here?”
Silver tilts his head back at him. "You will have to elaborate? Did you mean why I came to this building in first place, or why I came to find you?"
“Here. To this place”
From behind, Mala walks around, and starts to sniff Silver
Mala's appearance startles Silver, causing him to let out an audible "Hng!" in pain, but he answer's Loputu's question. "My friend Dark Star asked for help on this assignment to put end to what was happening here. I accepted, not only because I wanted to help him, but also because I wanted to help people who were being hurt because of what they were doing here." He scratches the non-bloody side of his face with a hoof. "I will admit, I did not expect things to be so bad here. I expected bad, but not...this. But I am glad I am still here to help those who have been hurt, like you."
“I just wanted to go fishing on the seawall. Maybe I was trespassing, but that was the worst of it...”
Mala moves over to Silver’s side
"I know. These people, these griffons that captured you, Jubilosa, Khoi, and others, killed countless beings, and forced others like Mala to do their bidding...they are evil. There is no other way to put it. They need to be stopped. Even if it kills me, I will
see them stopped."
He lets Mala do whatever it is he needs to do. Mala can hear him breathing shallowly to try to avoid hurting himself.
“I feel powerless...”
Mala just sits next to him, and looks at him
"That I also know. It is hard not to when you are so young yet, and everyone seems so much bigger and stronger, still." He smiles at him. "But you are so much stronger than you even know. And together, with all of us here, you are even stronger than that. Next time, when these griffons try to hurt us, when they try to hurt you
, we will show them just how strong we are, all of us. And you will be right there alongside us."
He looks over to Mala, wondering what he needs or wants.
“You mean... like what just happened?”
Loputu looks around, wincing and frowning at the surroundings
Mala’s tail moves slightly
"Eh...think more like all of us fighting together, and you not restrained."
The unicorn pets the striped gnoll between the ears. "Hello Mala."
“I would like to not be restrained”
He waves the cleaver around with a hoof, looking at his movements
Mala closes his eyes, receiving the pats, ears twitching, and tail moving side to side
“I heard you got hurt. You like you got hurt”
"I did get hurt. Thank you for asking." Silver keeps on petting Mala while he watches Loputu's movements intently.
Loputu moves the cleaver about with his hoof, pressing it forward, upwards, downwards, back towards him, twisting it about, all, as if he were maneuvering a fighter airplane in a dog fight through agile maneuvers. Then, he thrusts it forward, as if stabbing an imaginary enemy. Then, he aims the thing down in deliberate hacking movements, moving it over a measured, equal distance after each downward stroke - as if chopping imaginary food items.
Mala moves his head into the pets, and opens his mouth, letting his tongue come out. His breath is... bad.
“But will you be okay?”
Silver is a little taken aback by the stench. "I will...be fine. No offense, but I think you will need to brush your teeth after we are done here. And maybe take couple breath mints..."
To Loputu, he offers the following: "All attacks with melee weapons have two phases, windup and release, but they are both parts of one fluid action which we perceive as swing. Windup starts when you pull arm back, and release starts once your weapon crosses center of your vision. When you swing, your weapon should always go across center of your vision so as to hit what you are aiming for. Keep your wrist pliable so you do not hurt yourself on what you hit. Know what your weapon is for: is it for piercing, slashing, or bludgeoning?"
His ears turn down, and his head turns away, first to the right, then to the left. He moves a paw back, then another paw back, and so forth until he is a few feet away. He takes out a set of paper on his pack, and places Ming leaves inside in his mouth
Loputu pulls the cleaver back, behind his ear, and pulls it down and forward, kind of stopping half way, each time in a twisted motion. He almost clips his ear with the bottom of it, but it’s the handle potion anyways
“Uh... slashing, I guess?”
He pulls the cleaver down in front of him, after holding it above him
"Good. There are three ways you can slash with weapon like this. You can come straight down in overhead strike, which is easy to dodge or parry but carries lots of power behind it, slash from side, which is weaker but is harder to avoid, or come down diagonally, which is happy medium. Remember to keep your arm fully extended when you swing, so you do not catch yourself in your own swing and so you get most reach out of your swing."
Silver is still a bit curious about what those leaves actually are, but he lets Mala be.
Loputu pushes the knife out to its furthest extent
Mala moves off
Loputu pulls the knife down, then twists it to its side and moves it to its side, then twists it and swings it diagonally
"Not bad! You will make those griffons think twice before they try to hurt you next time."
Silver, feeling guilty about Mala moving so far away, steps up to him. "I did not mean for you to do all this. It is nothing to be ashamed about."
It's the cute Texan pony!
Indeed! Is cute and of Texas!
Don't forget: is also pony!
With a new open smile on his face, and a glee in his eyes, Loputu swings the cleaver. Diagonally from over his right shoulder and down, then from over his left shoulder and down, from right to left, he swings it, and swings it, then moves back and.... his hoof makes contact with the maybe unconscious, maybe dead, body of the white robes female griffin. When his hoof touches, he looks back curiously. When he sees it, he jumps forward, and looks back, uncomfortable.
Mala lowers his head, but looks up. He says nothing, but chews on his mint leaves
Silver pets the gnoll again, but looks back at Loputu's bout of jumpiness. He gives him an understanding look. "You are not familiar with death."
Mala looks up at Silver, and his ears go up
Loputu does not look at Silver, only at the griffin. She is on her belly, one foreleg under her, another off to the side, and a considerable amount of blood on her robe. Loputu shakes his head, slowly
"Even for one who has known death for many years, it is not pretty thing." He sighs. "All I can offer you is this: close your heart to their pain, close your heart to their suffering. Do not allow yourself to feel for them. They
will not feel for you."
His petting of the doggo seems to bring a cathartic response to Silver, much needed when he is in as much pain as he is now.
Loputu coils away, mouth open, and now goes back further. He is visibly trembling
Mala closes his eyes and presses up onto Silver’s hoof, enjoying the pets. The pain is splitting, down Silver’s back, his neck, even his face.
Mala opens his eyes and says to Silver
“What are we going to do with them?”
The pain makes him grimmace. "We can try to hide bodies, but blood will still be left behind. There is not much more we can do."
So many people in need of help. He has to bring his petting session to an end to go over to Loputu, putting on a brave smile even as he moves much more slowly than he did before his injuries. "It may seem calous, and harsh. I wish there was other way. I wish we did not have to put one as young as you through all of...this."
He just shakes his head, and looks down at the bodies again.
Mala stands up and walks over, and starts to lick the blood off the floor
For courtesy's sake, Silver checks the female griffon for any signs of life.
A still bearing heart, and long breathes
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Silver wasn't expecting that. He doesn't waste any time, though.Heal
: Silver isn't sure what he can do, but he flips the griffon over, and attempts to stabilize her.
He flips the bird over, and sees a single wound through the chest. Looks to be below the lungs, whether there is damage to internal organs like the stomach is not clear, but no immediate risk of drowning in blood. A considerable amount has already gone into the robes wishing still cover her. The breathing stops momentarily.
Suddenly, her eyes open, showing slit, magenta eyes that find Silver. She flips herself back over, stands up on four legs, starts running
[1d20+2 = 9]>>119498
: Silver leaps after her, and attempts to tackle her to the ground.
Silver presses forward to grab her, but she just barely wriggles out
Silver gets up, and chases after the griffon. "Get that bird!"
[1d20+2 = 18]>>119503>>119504
An unlucky slip by Silver slows him. Mala darts out
She shouts out,
But she’s slowed down, and already making labored breaths. Mala jumps up, and pounces on her, biting into her robes, stopping her, and giving Silver the opportunity to catch her>>119506
Mala gets her, biting into her robe and probably her back underneath
[1d20+2 = 22]>>119507Strength
: Silver once again tries to jump on her to stop her from escaping despite the agonizing pain he's going through.
He gets right on top of her, and forces her down. She’s stopped, that’s for sure. Mala releases his bits and backs off of her, giving Silver full control of what happens next.
[1d20+4 = 18]>>119509Use Rope
: Silver uses his magic and his rope to hogtie the griffon.
She is tied up, forecloses above her neck, her rear legs together, her wings together. Even her beak, if silver so chooses
“I can bite and snap her neck if you want me to...”
Silver takes short, shallow, strange breaths, in apparent constant pain. He manages to shake his head at Mala's offer, as well as a brief "No".
He gets off the griffon, barely motioning for Mala to drag her back with the others as he slowly makes his way to Loputu, Jubilosa, and Blue Skies.>>119512Lewd. Sadly, Silver's not really in a state for anything like that at the moment.
Jubilosa lay with her back against the wall, with bandages on her, and Khoi Lua sitting by her side. Blue skies goes between trying to move the bodies, looking for intruders down the hallways, and looking at Silver. Mala drags the female, who has not been healed by a Silver as intended. Mala drags her by the robes, which start to rip, but also avoids biting her flesh. Loputu watches on in evident curiosity
When Mala arrives with the griffon in tow, Silver commences with healing her despite his injuries.If you don't mind, I would still like to use that Heal roll from before, since it was never used and I believe it would be sucessful.
Sure... Silver first cuts off the Griffin’s robes, then can stop her bleeding fairly simply with sufficient pressure below the chest, helped by rolling up a piece of the robe and tying it tightly around her>>118456 →
Meadows sighs, and looks down a little
“There are many things I may need help with. But not right now. Right now, much is still at stake”
Midnight doesn't seem to like this response
"If you say so, but tell me if you need something, I will do my best to provide."
“More strength... more energy... maybe it’s youth I lack now.... I don’t know what they took from me. But I know that others will need help too”
He looks upon his handiwork, perhaps not happy that the griffon will live, but content with the outcome. He looks out of breath for having done little. "There...healed..."
Silver shuffles over to Jubilosa, searching around in his bags with his teeth until he pulls out a potion vial and offers it to her. He speaks around the glass object between his teeth. "Here...you would not have...been injured...if not for me. Take it."
"But you need help as well, you cannot just neglect yourself just because others need help as well."
“Are you sure you don’t want me to crush her throat?”
She takes it, and looks at it
“What is it?”>>119522
“Oh, I don’t know what I need now. Aside from a place to stay... but we are in danger now I think”
"Then I shall keep us safe"
Midnight looks around to get her bearings
To Mala: "I am sure. She will live."
To Jubilosa: "Healing potion...for your throat...one of my last two."
“Silver, you should probably use that yourself, or for that grey earth pony”
"Grey...you mean Iron? He is injured?"
Midnight is in the hallway, before the bathroom, and nearish the stairwell. Midnight has since seen Silver go off to the end of the hall, and Iron and that unicorn go off into a bedroom on the left>>119527
"He got it bad in the boiler-room. But look at you, you
"I did not notice..." He looks to Jubilosa, then to the potion. He considers his options for a couple seconds before placing one of hooves on the griffon's claw and pushing it closer to her breast. "Take it. I am certain."
Jubilosa is silent for a moment
Blue Skies: "What will you do?"
"We will see if Midnight can heal me. If not...I will have fight from distance. Or else fight very defensively."
She shakes her head, closing her eyes as she does so
"You cannot fight from a distance. That is for me and others. Not you"
He slowly nods. "Then I shall fight defensively."
He looks between the two griffons of their group, a smile on his face. "I am immensely grateful, to both of you. I owe you both my life."
The griffins nod. Jubilosa from her position laying down, and Shekels standing up
Jubilosa: "I wasn't expecting you to care. Not about your life I mean. About mine"
Silver looks to her, surprise visible on his face. "Why is that?"
"Maybe not quite that..."
She looks intently at the potion, examining the contents of the vile
"I just... My experiences with ponies and these Northerners has not been one of sacrifice or concern for my well being"
He nods, gently laying down as to not disturb his insides too much. "Few bad apples spoils bunch, I suppose. I know there are good griffons as well as bad, just as I know there are good ponies as well as bad." He looks over to the newly-bound and gagged griffon. "It is had to see when all you have had experience with is only one side...its worst side. These ponies came here to escape bad griffons that took their land, their home, even their very culture, and now more bad griffons have decided to invade their neighborhood and cause terror and crime. All they have seen from griffons is bad, so all they associate with griffons is bad. Much as you do with ponies."
Loputu nods, and walks closer in long, careful strides
Jubilosa lays down, soberly, and listens
Silver scoots closer to Jubilosa, wrapping a foreleg around her in a sort-of hug. "Do not blame them all for their actions, but blame those who have given them these ideas of what griffons supposedly are. Show them best of what griffonkind can be. Weather whatever they throw at you with strength and grace, and show them what kindness and respect you would expect for yourself. You may not convince them all to change or question their views, but if you convince even one
pony that, perhaps, griffons are just as worry of kindness and respect as they themselves wish to be, then you will have made world just that much better place for both ponies and
griffons." He smiles at Jubilosa.
She is surprised as much by Silver’s touch as by his words. She looks to him, then her eyes dart around
She says finally
“I don’t think you and I mean the same thing by ‘Northerners’”
"...Oh, you were talking about these Feathesians and Imperials, not Skynavian ponies." His smiles goes a little awkward. "Eh...heh heh...I suppose it still valid...what I said..."
She shakes her head, and sighs
“We are not all the same”
"I know, I know..." He scratches the back of his head. "It is just I do not normally think of Feathesians and Imperials when I hear 'Northerners'. Normally, I think of Severyanans and Skynavians...sorry..."
“It’s a world of difference, behind those mountains”
Silver nods in agreement to what Jubilosa says. "Just as it is world of difference between Equestrians and Severyanans, separated only by some rivers." He puts a hoof on the claw holding the potion vial. "Please, take it. It will not do you very much good just sitting inside its glass."
She looks at it
“And you’re sure you want to give this to me
And so, she takes the potion, drinking it. Khoi Lua stands up. Jubilosa stands up
“Wow... I can already feel the difference”
Silver stands up as well, albiet slowly. "That is good to hear. I am glad." He looks around at his companions. "Were any firebombs made in between when I left and you came to rescue me?"
“No. We went looking for you”
He nods. "Alright. After we've done what we can to hide trace of bodies, we should go back to bathroom with our new captive and start on making those firebombs."
“Eh, we can deal with this while you prepare for the battle ahead”
Silver nods. "Alright. We will meet up again when you are finished."
With that, Silver slowly makes his way back around the corner towards the bathroom.
I know it'll be a while until everyone else is on, but I figured I might as well post this for when Midnight's on next.>>119524
Midnight can faintly hear the slow shuffle of hooves around the corner before she spots the silver pony slowly come into view. Even at a distance, he looks quite seriously injured and bloody, made all the more obvious by the fact that somewhere along the way he seems to have misplaced his armor and clothing.
[1d20+10 = 14]>>119561
Midnight turns and sees the pony, gasping as she notices his ragged state.
"Silver! By the moon, what do you do to yourself?!"
She trots over quickly, accessing his wounds to see just how bad it is.
Heal check if it is needed for this impromptu check-up.
"I got into fight with griffons trying to take Loputu. Others came to save both of our lives."
He stands dutifully still for his doctor. From least severe to most severe, the list of injuries is as follows: fairly deep scratch marks under his left eye and on his neck, a slash mark across his chest, a sewn-up bite mark on his back, a strip of flesh torn from his right hindleg a few hours ago, and, the piece de resistance, a deep
wound on his back where it looks like some kind of crude blade was used to carve through his flesh and bone, breaking ribs in the process. His breathing is short and shallow and seems to cause him pain, and his pink skin is pale from bloodloss.
[1d8+2 = 6]>>119564
Midnight tries, and fails to not cringe as she gently look over his wounds.
"This... Is not good. I will do what I can, but even I can only do so much."
With a short prayer to Luna, one of her hooves very faintly glows blue as she gently rests it on his back.
Casting Cure Light Wounds, and rolling HP healed.
>>119566Six points of HP restored to Silver
Though her efforts at treating the wounds are more thwarted than not, given a lack of proper stitching into deeper cuts, Midnight’s potion has an immediate, noticeable effect. Some of the wounds, especially in the back, nigh instantly display signs of scarring, and the blood flow lessens
>>119568>>119566Got ahead of myself, I suppose.
"Ahh...thank you, Midnight. Your Goddess's magic is quite miraculous, I must say."
[1d8+2 = 9]>>119569
"It is only made better by the fact I am able to help ponies with it. I hope it makes you feel just a bit better before we continue."
She nods and steps back, observing the healing.>>119568>Potion
Potion, spell, all the same
Silver still looks to be in a bad way, but it doesn't appear to be quite
as bad is it was before. His breathing has calmed slightly, at least.
"If you are staying in Baltimare after we are done, perhaps you could teach me little bit about Luna worship? It is not something that is famously talked about in Northern Orthodoxy."
She looks at him for a moment, blinking as she seems surprised by the request.
She then warmly smiles
"I would be happy to do so, but at the moment how are you feeling?"
"To be honest? Could be better. But that magic helped to allieviate worst of pain." He stands up straight and proud. "I will be fit for service, when we are next attacked by griffons."
He smiles gratefully at Midnight. "Thank you. Now, perhaps you could help me in bathroom? We have materials needed to make firebombs, we just need to put them together."
"Fire bombs you say? Sounds interesting... I will help, but let me know if I can help you more."
"I do not know what all you can do, but it would be appreciated." Silver leads the trio of himself, Midnight, and Meadows to the bathroom. "Have you seen Iron and Sands since they went into bedroom, by way?"
Midnight looks at him with a raised eyebrow
"I was unaware they had even gone to the bedroom. Let us hope they come around sooner than later."
She then helps Meadows along, once again humming a tune that Silver can only assume is a hymn.
He can't help but chuckle at her choice of wording. "Oh, I imagine he will..."
On the floor in the middle of the bathroom are a number of whiskey bottles, a barrel of heating oil, and a pile of cloth strips from what looks like the robe the female griffon was wearing, the one that Midnight saw getting knocked out in the middle of the hallway. There may-or-may-not be that same griffon tied up somewhere in the bathroom. Silver picks up a bottle of whiskey, opening it up with a pop. "If you want drink, I recommend you have it now. We will need to drain these in shower in order to make firebombs."
She picks one up in a wing, pops it open, and takes a sniff.
"I am afraid I do not drink"
She does offer a swig to Meadows before pouring it out though.
Meadows looks down at the brown tinted rectangular glass
“What is this?”
Silver does indeed have a swig from his, enjoying the flavor and how it helps to sooth his pain. "It is whiskey. Alcoholic drink. Smooth, relaxing..." With a hint of sadness, he pours the rest of his bottle down the drain, and gets to work on the others. "If you want drink, I suggest you get it now."
"I have been told it burns a bit on the way down, but I have also been told it helps with pain a bit. I will let you decide."
"It is good burn. I like it." He looks over to Midnight. "When we are done draining these, we need to refill them with heating oil from that barrel, put stoppers back on, then tie strips of cloth around bottlenecks."
She looks at it, and looks at it further. It’s not clear what exactly she sees, but neither hoof nor horn pick it up. She slowly shakes her head from side to side.
“I did not partake in intoxicating liquors before, I will not do so now. I thing it would give me only false feelings, without recovering the gash in my heart.”
Midnight rests her other wing on Meadows' shoulder, leaning in to whisper in her ear so Silver can't hear
"Good mare, I was hoping you would say that anyway. We will find a better way to help you."
She smiles before walking over to pour the bottle out
Silver thus puts it in the pile of bottles to drain. "Fair enough. When this is over, we will escort you to hospital. They have potion which will be able to help you recover over time."
While he continues to work, he asks her: "So, what is your story, Meadows? Why did you want to leave your homeland?"
"If there is, it is news to me."
Silver nods. "It does indeed exist. It works wonders for what has happened to you."
“If only most problems could be solved with a potion”
"Where do you happen to be staying, Midnight, so that I might find you after tonight?"
"I am actually a nomad, and I do no have a place to stay tonight."
He chuckles. "Seems to be common feature of ponies in our group..." He thinks on it while he works. "Well, there is Cathedral here in Baltimare, run by pony named Father Maren. As far as I know, they do not have any disciples or acolytes of Luna. Perhaps they would be willing to offer you place to stay?"
"Maybe that would be a good idea, thank you for letting me know. How about yourself, what is your background?"
"Me? Ah, I am just old pony, doing mercenary work and trying to rebuild his life. Nothing that would make for good story, I am afraid. But feel free to ask whatever about me, so long as I can ask about you in turn." He gives her a friendly smile, the winter fluff on his cheeks poking out.
She smiles back
"Well I guess I should ask what brought you to this group. You all do not seem like the most planned of teams."
"Heh. I can see that. I do not know if it was coincidence or fate, but on my first day - night, really - here in Baltimare, I came across Dark Star and Blue Skies, then for next couple days I met other members of our little group. They are good ponies, and our own individual skills compliment each other. Together, there are few challenges we can not overcome, even with our lack of planning or leadership.
"What brings you to Baltimare?"
"Well, my duty is to wander Equestria and protect those in need. I happened to stumble upon the right ponies, and they recommended me to this team with this job. I was actually coming to Baltimare because of the port. I figured there would be ponies fresh from other other parts of the world I could help."
Silver looks a bit stunned, and offers her a hoof. "Then I must say, it is pleasure to have you with us. There needs to be more ponies like you in this world."
She happily shakes his hoof and blushes a bit at the compliment
"Well thank you, but it is really nothing. Just my duty to Luna and Equestria."
He keeps on smiling. "Only proving my point."
Meadows watches for a moment, then looks away when the conversation steers away from her. She stands silently for a moment. Then she looks down, sees the robes, and starts to fold them. Right hoof and mouth on the shredded sheets, she sets about her impossible task, quickly changing to placing the shredded sheets in neat, organized lines folded three times over
Silver looks interested at why she's doing such a thing.>>119602
"So, what brought young, gorgeous mare such as yourself into Luna's beautiful starry embrace, if you do not mind my asking?"
Hey Iron. It's good to see you! Excited to play again this weekend? Especially now that Iron has cashed in his V-card?
>>119608I've been here all along.In ur heart :3
Iron came so hard, he dilated time enough to desync himself from the timeline.
>>119609D'awwwww.hugs the tribal pony
Good thing the timeline stabilized itself, otherwise Silver would never be able to congratulate Iron on being claimed by a nice mare.
>>119610H-hey. Now's not the time for t-that.B-baka.
I dunno. It's still a little fuzzy. Iron could get ansty and rut the mare again in the bathroom if time resumes for him.
>>119611D'awww. So cute.
Wew lad. Guess that means Silver, Midnight, and Meadows might end up getting a front row seat to Iron planting his seed for a second time in a fertile bed as a show of dominance.
>>119612S-shut up, m-meanie.
Maybe you'll just spectate over 20 minutes of coitus while everyone ponders how come they're fucking after an hour of them meeting.
Iron is just that
good with the mares. Now all he needs to do is convince Sands and Cauldron to be okay with a three-person relationship.
Sands seems to be able to, but Cauldron may be a bit harder to achieve.
It's not like I could meet her father with Sands coming along.
Not to mention...There could be more than just two.
I guess we'll see how much Iron's harem grows. Right now, Silver's sticking to only the one.
We both waiting for something to happen?
Eh, maybe. Don't know yet if the GM is up for this weekend. Real life stuff for him has been hitting him hard.
I may have asked him some questions regarding that. Particularly the Skies dilemma, but I'd rather we speak about it out of thread to avoid filling the thread up with drama.
I'll be waiting here in case Iron's presence is requested.Or he grows antsy and decide to breed Sands some more. Whichever happens first.
Are you feeling up to a session today?
Nah, it's not about moving. It's about getting this griffon stomping session started.
Granted, that's got to wait a while until Midnight shows up, so my hands are tied at the moment.
*is floofed gloriously*
*sticks chest floof out in pride*
Still needs or could use just a little bit more planning
Like what? What does she require?
But Iron isn't even close to the others as far as I know. They need to sync up after the time dilating rutting that happened.
Last I recall, Iron and Sands were walking to the bathroom.
The griffin stomping>>119657
They open the door, and Snads looks out into the hallway.
"No creature there"
She looks back to Iron with partly lidded eyes, and places a hoof on him
Iron cocks his head.
"How long have we been in that room? I expected them to stay put or at least try to knock on the door."
He smiles slightly at her hoof placed on him.
"All alone again, huh? Perhaps we should stay put for a bit."
He lightly strokes Sands' cheek, reciprocating her gaze.
"We can... get to know eachother better, then."
She smiles back to him
"Tempting, yes, but I think your comrades may cut you out of a share if they think you've just been fucking around..."
Now, she looks back into the hallway through the narrow slit in teh door
"Besides.... we may be in danger.... They may be gone"
Iron nods with a tiny blush on his cheeks and a small sheepish smile.
He proceeds to peek on the silt of the door, preferrably over her, in case she's seeing something.
Dark star looks around to get a hold on his location.
In the stairwell>>119661
Nothing outside, even as sounds of activity further down permeate the hallway
>>119663Do you remember how much damage Iron took?
Iron attempts to discern what kind of activity is currently going on by listenting intently.[1d20 = 15]<Common Tier Ears
Talking, mostly in the central areaLike 4 plus 10 in the last battle>Pleb dice
Iron decides to open the door up slightly, peering his whole head out to glance around, before opening the door fully and taking a step forwards, wanting to follow the sound of the talking.
(Maybe that is where they are.)
I was worried about you, I thought you weren't coming back. I'm glad to see that thought has been proven wrong.
is there anypony with him?
It's almost as if across the hall, and not particularly in either direction down it>>119668
No. Star is alone at the moment
Iron's ears flicker as he frowns in annoyance.
He turns back to Sands.
"No sounds of fighting around here. Mere talking from somewhere I cannot pinpoint."
He goes back to the bathroom
"Well where are your comrades?">>119671
Down a blank and open white walled hallway to the bathroom, a few drops of blood on the floor
"No idea," he responds. "It may be they have encountered the enemy and won recently."
He tentatively clip clops further away from the bathroom, moving his head to beckon Sands to follow him.
"It might be best to look for them."
He enters into the bathroom, to see Midnight and Silver, with a large black painted metal drum in the center with an open top, several empty rectangular whiskey containers with the "Blackjack Brewery" label, and several filled up with yellow liquid and pieces of red cloth stuffed into them. Further away, that large unicorn horse folds little pieces of red cloth
Silver looks to the returning pony. He looks to be in a bad way, bleeding slowly from new wounds on his neck, chest, and back. The one on his back looks particularly nasty, if partially magically healed. "Dark Star! There you are. It is good to see you. Want to help make firebombs?"
"Celestia your back! Are you ok?"
"Aside from blood loss, yes. I will be fine, I got into fight with group of griffons trying to take Loputu away. One got me with his cleaver, as you can see. Midnight's magic healed it little bit."
iron goes out, and Sands tentatively follows, looking around with wide eyes and more than a normal amount of blinking
"Can i do anything to help you?"
With a cautious walk, he scans the area for anything of note as he walks, hoping to find a clue of something happening.
"Well, you can help us with making firebombs. We already have made good progress, we will be able to really put hurt to these griffons."
It looks as if he sees Dark Star entering into the Bathroom
Iron breathes a sigh of relief after seeing his brown/red colleague, turning to Sands.
"They have not seem to move, it looks like."
He slowly prances casually to the bathroom door.
"We should be good, Sands. Stay behind me, just in case."
She follows behind him, looking behind her, and bouncing her shoulders a little. They go to the door
From behind, "Iron?"
"what is that black drum?"
Iron stops to look at Samds with a kind smile.
"Heating oil. That
is what we are putting in these bottles. They will go up in flames very well."
Whether or not it's relevant to the question, Dark Star can smell something like Diesel fuel>>119687
Oh it's not Sands. Sands, in fact, jumps forward, and repositions herself facing the new creature. It's a griffin, a certain specific
"Where have you been?"
Sands tries to respond first
"Looking around in these rooms for anything hidden. Books, evidence, captives, hidden doors"
Iron, for his part, raises his brow in surprise at the sudden appearance of the pegasus mare hidden in a beaked chick, his ears standing straight at her sight.
He simply nods to what Sands say, since it was technically what she was doing previously.
Dark Star sits down and helps fill jars full of it.
Her lower beak pulls back as if in a frown
She looks back behind them, where the other griffin, with bandages on her, walks back along side the Kirin Khoi Lua. The dark blue colt walks between them, looking around, and with steps that are almost like a tip toe. Behind them all walks the gnoll, with open mouth and protruding tongue. Skies walks past them, opening the door into the room>>119691>>119688
Silver Shekels enters the bathroom
Now Silver looks to the new arrivals. "You finished. Uh...did anyone happen to remember to bring my armor?"
Iron gladly lets the others pass through the bathroom before either him or Sands, breathing a little heavily from the surprise to find almost all the other rebels down here right as he was about to enter.
"Go on through. I will keep guard."
"The scally pony has it"
She answers. Behind them walks in the colt, who dashes in and off to the side, Jubilosa with a sort of limp and who immediately looks to Silver, Khoi Lua by her side, a hoof on Jubilosa's back and Silver's armor on her own back, and behind them all, Mala, who walks almost lazily or happily
"It is good to see you all. We are almost ready." Silver grabs the armor off of Khoi, and puts it on.
Dark Star smiles as he sees her
She smiles back to him>>119697
Khoi looks up to him, and lowers her head, to allow the armor to move over her
She says to him, looking up to his eyes
"Are you alright? I was busy helping Jubilosa and could not tend to you">>119697>>119698
"Alright... now that that
is taken care of, how are we doing this?">>119695
Sands turns around and looks to him, tilting her head slightly, with drawn back lips and big eyes
"But are you sure? You will be easier to see here than inside"
Iron starts to sweat slightly after what Sands told him.
He lightly kicks the floor with a pout, before inhaling a bit, letting a breath out in a short gust of wind.
"Let us enter."
Thus, he walks over to the door and enters the bathroom, hoping Sands follows.">>119698>>119697
Lo and behold the native has arrived. Keep your responses ready until Sands comes along. Then you can shoot.
"Howdy. you look relaxed."
Silver looks to be in pain, still, though not as much as he was. He smiles at the concern she apparently shows towards his injured state. "I...could be better. But I am afraid my injuries will require more time to heal than we have. Midnight has helped them to heal somewhat, so that will have to be enough.">>119700
A rather severely-injured and bloodied Silver can most definitely
smell the sex and pheromones coming from the big native. He smiles a knowing smile at Iron as he hoofs over a potion of Cure Light Wounds. "Here, I heard you were injured in boiler wound. Drink this and heal up, we will need as many health fighters as we can get.">>119701
Silver looks over to Dark Star for leadership.
"That was.... pretty brave"
She looks over to Loputu, who himself has moved closer to the improvised bombs
"It's a very dangerous place for a colt to be running about"
He can't help but look a little bashful at the compliment. "Just doing what I do best to help..."
He looks over to Loputu as well. "It is difficult to ask him to remain in the place. He is strong colt, but it may not be enough. Should time come, he may need to become warrior, as much as I do not want it to come to that."
"he looks just a year or two below drafting age... Whether he is ready or not, the call may come to him"
"Let's get these bottes filled."
Iron blinks at Silver, before pulling his own Cure Light Wounds potion with a smile, leaving him with the last one in his person on his belt.
"Remember who gave the gift you present, Silver."
He chuckles, before bumping Silver's shoulder with a hoof.
"Do not forget to stop by for more later."
He takes a drink to heal his wounds[1d8+3 = 9]<Zebra voodoo magic at play here>>119701
Iron looks at Star, puzzled by his comment.
"Thank you?" he responds.>>119705>>119706
Iron looks at Khoi and Silver with a cock of his head.
"I assume something else happened that I was not there to witness?"
"Sadly...listen, Khoi, if things end up looking dook dire, as if we are going to lose, I want you to take Mala, Jubilosa, Loputu, and whoever else we can save, and run. Make sure at least someone escapes this place alive."