/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal

>>130127
He reciprocates, sudsing up her fur, going for a different bottle of shampoo for feathers when he gets to her upper body. He particularly watches as he works the shampoo into her soft chest feathers.

>>130128
"Well..."
She looks back to Amber
"You look like a cheerful one"
She seems to smile, and does so in a way that must be unnatural for her

>>130129
She pulls back and tenses up her fur at points where Silver applies pressure. Silver can hear the scratching of her talons and hind paws on the porcelain bathtub as she moves and reposition herself, trying and failing to get a grip

>>130130
The unicorn attempts to slide down the tub a little to use his own body to support her.

>>130131
She spreads her wings in part over the side of the tub, holding herself up. She then uses both claws to scrub the side of Silver's chest and barrel

>>130130
Amber is taken aback from the change in the formerly no-nonsense mare but maintains a cheerful demeanor, albeit visibly more cautiously. "Well, I…I wasn't raised to think of sour grapes.
Warmth and joy is something everypony can appreciate."

>>130132
"I feel like I am getting pampered at spa. I only hope I can make you feel same."

Silver continues to wash her body. His magic can both wash her fur-covered stomach and her feather-covered chest and neck simultaniously.

>>130133
As in, the smile looks unnatural. Like Hilary Clinton imitating a smile.

Looking at her, she says
"Well, let's see how long that lasts"

She resumes looking at the invisible screen
"Well, that was back before the Storm King invaded and before the migration... Even as it was after the first Changeling attack and the vines...After my engagement..."

>>130134
If Silver has ever washed a dog or cat, he could feel some similarities. Her belly 'gives in' when he presses into it, as loose fur is pushed aside. Her tail, previously hanging out of the tub, now circles around inside, and is next to Silver's chest

"Heh." She must have felt a tickle

>>130135
>Hillary Clinton
Okay, Amber is definitely creeped out. "Engagement…?"
Also, isn't she around fifty? The first changeling attack was ten years ago.

>>130136
Maybe not Hilary Clinton, and she seems much younger than 50. The point is, she makes an attempt at warmth.

"Oh, nevermind that." She says, turning back to Amber with a serious expression

She is recounting specifically her first time going into a Store owned by Rarity, which did not reach Canterlot until after the wedding

>>130135
His magic works down to her flanks...or, at least, what flanks would be on a pony. Silver isn't quite sure what they are called on a griffon. He grins at her.

"Ticklish?"

>>130137
"Oh, excuse me." Amber looks around awkwardly.
I instinctively knew that but somehow forgot in all this multitasking.

>>130138
Her rump is really not very meaty. At all. Not like a pony, at least, though she at least has some muscles going up her thighs, and lose fur to cover them

"Only a little" She answers

>>130136
Or maybe the timeline just doesn't work for the character.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=suRDUFpsHus

"Well, do you have any further questions?"

>>130140
She shakes her head. "No, ma'am. Is it okay if I go now?"
Good try at least, it's hard to come up with an in-depth relatable backstory for what's essentially a background character. I won't force you to do this so much, don't worry.

>>130141
She nods
"Yes. You may go now."

The idea is a character who, as a young adult, is optimistic and in wonder at the potential around them, but who over time finds that she is not able to do the things she hoped, and sees life as more of a struggle. Moreover, the world around her seems to have this same pattern, at first optimistic about the future, then finding firm limits struggle, and pessimism if not cynicism. She and any outsider are left wondering if the world has really changed that way, or if that's just how she's looking at it

>>130142
Amber nods gratefully and exits the building. She cranes her neck back, opens one of her saddlebags and quickly takes out an army-style canteen. Glug glug glug
I imagine that a lot of characters in this setting feel this way so there will be plenty of opportunity
Anyway, see you tomorrow (if not, that's okay because I'm also quite busy)

>>130140
Silver continues to wash and rub his griffon companion until she is nice and clean.

>>130145
She is slowly cleaned, even as she is out of the water more than Silver is. She doesn't quite seem to fully embrace the lathering, but recoils ever so slightly at the touches

>>130145
Sure, but it can derail an entire character easily

>>130147
"There...you look very lovely, if I do say so myself."

>>130149
“Heh, you think so?”
She has an awkward smile

>>130150
Silver nods, and levitates a towel over.

"Here, whenever you are ready to get out."

>>130151
Nice and citrus-y
She jumps out, or tries to, slipping back into the tub, splashing water about and falling on Silver. Her tail extends out as the water still splashes from side to side. She jumps up, and out onto the floor, with a strange tapping noise of talon against tile, and she slides a few inches

>>130152
"Oof!"

The air is forced out of his lungs as she lands on him. He recovers quickly though. He looks over the side of the tub.

"Try using towel to stand on and dry your claws and paws first."

>>130153
She pulls a towel off the counter, and places it on the floor, then stepping on it

>>130154
Silver gets out as well, using his own advice to avoid slipping. Once he's safe from slipping he properly dries off, becoming very floofy in the process.

>>130155
That's a lot of floof

She takes another towel and places it over her back, trying to rub water off, then under her belly. She partly extends her wings, trying to wipe off the thickest part of the limbs, but it's difficult as she cannot fully extend her wings, at least not in that moment in that exact position

>>130156
Yes, yes it is.

Silver returns to admiring the griffon form as Jubilosa attempts to dry off.

>>130157
She moves her towel up to dry her upper chest and around her neck, while extending her wings a little further and shaking them. She reaches back with her beak and tries to preen a feather or two off

>>130158
"Oh, you are preening? Do you need any help?"

>>130159
She looks back at him - she looks almost strange, wet as she is.
"No..."

Maybe one day Spark will continue his adventure.

>>130170
Is mlemmed
Yay!

>>130143
As Amber drinks from her water, partly heated by the warmth of her body, a thought crosses her mind
Wait a minute.... Sassy Saddles didn't kill the foreign secretary to whom she was married, she killed the newspaper editor who she thought was going to publish a letter saying he cheated on his first wife with her

History can be hard, keeping up with so many names

>>130160
The unicorn shrugs, and continues to smile and look at her.

"Very well, but I do have experience with preening if you are ever interested."

>>130181
She smiles awkwardly
"It's not preening... just a loose feather or two..."

>>130180
Amber frowns as a dark cloud had entered her frame of mind. How could ponies act so ugly? She shakes her head, puts away her canteen and rushes back to the grocery store owner to keep him in the loop.

>>130182
He shrugs again in response.

"Alright then. I am going to see what we have for breakfast downstairs."

The fluffy unicorn leaves the bathroom to head for the kitchen, in a quest for something to break his fast.

>>130183
According to her lawyer, she was "overcome in a womanish passion, unable to control her emotions at the calumny of her husband." So sayeth the lawyer anyways, and the jury must have agreed....

A literal dark cloud passes overhead as well, traversing between her and the sun, and leaving just as quickly.

Maybe a quarter mile, probably less, to Plump Stock's store. He is looking at cans.

>>130184
Going downstairs, he finds himself alone. Not much of an issue, as there is a nice view outside and relative calm

>>130185
If 'not being in self-control' can acquit one from any wrongdoing, then is there any justice at all? Could one not merely throw away all inhibitions and be considered innocent from what results, or is not a lack of self-control a moral flaw in itself? She tries to push away these thoughts as she walks into the store. "Hello?"

>>130185
He looks through the cabinets and refridgerator for something to eat for breakfest.

>>130186
He looks up from the can, taps a hoof against his glasses, squints, and in a delayed response, says
"Oh, Amber is it?"

>>130187
Lemon grass, uncooked noodles, straight oats, straight wheat - grain, that is - straight alfalfa, more lemon grass, onions....

>>130188
It's not much, but he has a bowl of oats to get him on his way until later.

>>130188
Amber demurely nods. "Yes, Mr. Stock. I just wanted to let you know that I found a position as a clerk in a clothing store down the street." She watches his expression carefully, hoping she didn't offend him somehow.

>>130189
He pours the bowl of nice whole oats and eats it

>>130190
"Huh. Things really have picked up around here for a mare to get offers like that."

>>130191
She blushes slightly. "Maybe it was just luck."

>>130192
"No... It's the Djinn, I'm afraid. But you sure are charming and eager, it's no wonder you could find another so quickly.... You still wanna work here or...."