Welcome back to the newest thread of Occupied Equestria
In Northern Equestria on the Changeling side, Spark has given refuge to a mare claiming to be stalked by a Changeling drone.
In the southeast, in Baltimare, Amber tries to slip past police in her infiltration of the Police Headquarters. Iron prepares for his next fight against griffin gangsters. Silver enjoys downtime, and Midnight checks out a local church.
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>>147503Thankfully, by this time, Silver's Sword is once again sheathed because of the cooler open air.
"What is this room for?"
>>147518“Drying and coat care” Mollis says
>>147519Silver looks down at his winter coat.
"That sounds like excellent idea. Go ahead and direct us as you please."
I have a busy week this time, but I should be free Saturday
>>147190Iron's eyes snapped open at the invading pillow, soon taking off his head away from Cauldron's savannah-like chest to turn and face the intruder that attacked them on his back."I see the pillow bandito has decided to strike again!" he called out towards the general direction of the culprit.
I figured it was a pillow attack, but perhaps it was thrown on his face, which is why he tried opening his eyes first. >>147529>>147531>>147530The pillow bandito, seeing she has blown her cover, makes another attack; Iron has exposed her face. She swings.
But as she does so, she loses balance, let’s go of the pillow, and collapses onto the bed with a “squeaky.”
>>147531>>147530>>147532Iron greatly took advantage of it, deciding to slip out of Cauldron's body to pin the dastardly villain down properly with his legs this time in order to catch the culprit and finally end the harrowing streak of ruined sleepovers.
>>147533Is this the final, inglorious end of the pillow bandito? Roll for to find out.
[1d20-1 = 13] >>147534[1d20+14 = 34]<Grapple (+5 from Strength. +4 for Improved Grapple)
>>147535SqueakyAfter carving a path of destruction for a quarter of an hour, and several daring escapes and evading capture, the terror wrought by the pillow bandito is finally, and decisively, at its end.
Iron now has an additional fairly large and rather fluffy pillow at his disposal.
>>147536"You're under arrest, pillow bandito," Iron dramatically told her new 'captive', staring down with a comically overexaggerated noir detective stare. "You're going to sleep in pillow jail for a good while, you fluffly mare."
He took a watchful glance towards Cauldron, mostly just to check on how she's feeling after having pinned another mare down on her bed. "I'm sorry you had to witness such a tragic attack, miss," he soon offered in an attempt to 'calm her down' from such a
traumatic experience. >>147537White Sands hisses, literally, at her new captivity, but there isn’t much she can do beneath Iron’s hold. Woe to the vanquished.
Black Cauldron looks at this scene confused and amused, watching on.
>>147538Iron did the most logical choice he could've in such a drastic display of struggle: Give the mare a good, long hug with his forelegs to calm her down. "You should've thought twice about your career choice before swinging those pillows around, fluffy mare," his serious act declared, juxtaposing with his rather kind hearted gestured. "Now you must endure the consequences of your actions for the rest of your days."
He accentuated his hug with a friendly nuzzled on her neck, just to 'pacify the suspect' even more.
>>147539This placates the mare a bit, calming her down. She even closes her eyes and seems to purr towards the end.
>>147540After a little more nuzzling, Iron decided to stop and give her a sheepish smile, deciding to finally drop the act and look over at Cauldron. "Pillow fights are much more intense than I expected," he admitted before exhaling lightly, somewhat spent.
>>147541White Sands turns around, and presses herself into Iron, with her eye lids closed.
Black Cauldron looks a little displeased at Iron. She answers
“Indeed”
>>147542Iron tilted his head softly, deciding to give Sands an idle stroke of her mane while shuffling just a bit closer to Cauldron while also allowing Sands to slip out of his grasp if she so wished. "You do not sound like you enjoyed it," he pointed out with a soft pout. "I did not go too far again, did I?"
>>147543White Sands moves her head just a bit closer. Black Cauldron still looks suspiciously over at the two.
“No.”
Continuing the pattern, Iron continues to stroke Sands' mane while shuffling further towards Cauldron and extending a hoof towards her in an attempt to softly stroke her rougher mane in tow.
>>147545She has an almost scrunchy expression. Nevertheless, she lowers her head.
>>147546And with that, Iron had finally increased his counter of simultaneous mare mane stroking (SMMS) from one to two!
He made sure to go far gentler on the rougher terrain that was Cauldron's mane while effortlessly sliding through Sands' smooth, bountiful hairs.
Once again, he shuffled ever more closer again and would continue to do so until either mare told him to stop or he'd be right next to the currently scrunching mare.
I can’t wait to see what happens with the new pony and all.
There's going to be a lot of floof to groom.
>>147574Damn right
>>147565Soon
>>147547Iron cones so close, he may be in danger of a nose-boop on Cauldron.
White Sands cones in closer to Iron as well.
>>147578D’awww
>>147579I think we left off with Madake's parents waking up.
>>147514"That's okay..." She says, and walks slowly down the stairs until she reaches the bottom and turns into the living room.
"Is this... is this your 'guest'? She looks like a mare. Is she a mare though?"
At this point, Wellspring begins to wake up.
>>147582"Fairly certain, but whatever the case might be, changelings are searching for her."
>>147583Wellspring opens her eyes, and sits up. She unambiguously glistens in the morning light.
Petal: "Are you... sure she's not a changeling?"
>>147584"I can't rule it out, but it doesn't matter right now."
>>147585“Oh, uh… sure…” Petal turns to Wellspring.
“What’s your name, young miss?”
“Wellspring.”
Petal starts to ask Wellspring a set of questions about how she came to be there that more or less tells Petal what Spark already knows, before Petsl asks “are you hungry?” And goes off to the kitchen, still occasionally asking questions from this adjacent room. Wellspring sits up, still partly covering herself in the bedsheets.
>>147586Spark looks over to her.
"I don't want to overwhelm you, but I need a couple of things answered too before I can properly help you."
>>147587She turns her head, and her big steel blue eyes over to Spark
“… Yes…?
>>147588"How long has this been going on?"
>>147589“I think…. Two months, maybe? I’ve seen him around for longer than that. I don’t know. It’s gotten much worse in the last few weeks.”
>>147590"So, they have been chasing you and you have successfully ran from them for weeks if not months?"
>>147591“He hasn’t been chasing me so much as, well, pressuring me and stalking me. The chasing… there was a group of them. That began a couple days ago.”
>>147592"Did they demand something before they started chase or did you simply read the situation?"
>>147593“Yes… there was a group. But he was in it. It was over the Love extractions. That’s why they were there.”
>>147594"Did they mention any specifics?"
>>147595“Well, yes. Sort of. They claimed they were there under some sort of general authority of members of the garrison to extract love. My love.”
>>147596"Well, that complicates some things. How big is the garrison here?"
>>147597“I don’t know. They have soldiers stationed transportation and industrial sectors. And who knows how many of them don’t wear uniforms, but try to blend in with the ponies.”
>>147598"Well, it seems you can't really continue living here. I don't suppose you would be interested in leaving the city?"
>>147599“I… I’d like to get some things first but… I’m not sure what would be better.”
>>147600"I can get your things. What do you need?"
>>147601“There’s…. Well… I know what I need and where it is located. Can you… maybe escort me?”