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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"Well don't do that. Who would take me home?" She says in response
"You are strong, independant griffon, I imagine you could do it."
He kisses her beak.
"Then again, I could not stand to leave you like that."
She smiles, accepting the kiss
She lays her body out along the bench in the sauna, and stretches out her hind legs.
Silver takes the moment to admire her body and form, and her majestic beauty. In the hot, steamy atmosphere of the sauna, Jubilosa looks even more beautiful. Underneath his towel, his Sword fully drops from its sheath, the end of it showing out from his towel.
"Are other griffons even as half as beautiful as you, dove?"
Jubilosa stands up on the bench, and stretches out her long body more.... until she sees the towel off, jumps up, slips a hind paw, and the end of her body slips off the bench
Her hind legs fall upright on the ground, and she smiles, kind of embarrassed, looking up at Silver.
Silver gives her a confused look, then looks down to what she was looking. His eyes widen slightly.
"Huh, so that is what I felt. I have not dropped in public in while."
He looks back up and gives her a smile, without hardly a trace of embarrassment.
"What things to do to me..."
She gets back up and sits next to him with an awkward smile
He looks at her, trying to figure out if something is wrong from her expression.
"Is it bothering you?"
“No.” She says, with the awkward smileRoll luck
Silver and Jubilosa are alone in the sauna this hour, and no pony has come to attend.
Silver tilts his head at her.
"Is dropping unusual for griffons?"
“Clothing falling off? Uh... well, yes.”
Silver looks down, and pulls his towel back up to be around his hips. It still can't hide the end of his Sword, however.
"No no, dropping. You know, when stallion gets relaxed, or maybe even aroused, and his...you know, thing, leaves sheath."
“Oh. Well. Yes. I think. Mostly.”
"It is more common for younger stallions who have hit puberty, it can be source of much embarrassment. As we get older, we get more control over it. Being in your presense and in relaxing situation, it must have drawn it out. It shows you what kind of effect you have on me."
He smiles at his griffon.
“Are you.... have you been like this around griffins for a while....?”
He looks at her strangely.
"...no? You are only griffon I have dropped because of."
She leans in snd hugs him once again.
The Silver pony is hugged. He is still very sweaty and wet to hold onto, but Jubilosa herself should be at least somewhat sweaty as well. He hugs his griffon back.
"I will admit, part of me wants to lay you down on that bench and show you what you really do to me, but I also want to wait until we get home so I can give you my everything."
She makes a weak slap across his body
“Silver, you’re so dirty. You can wait you silly pony.”
He smiles mischeviously after the weak slap.
"Oh, I know I can..."
He whispers in her ear.
"...but it is dirtiness that makes it so hot."
“I hope you’ll get a bath by the end of this.”
“I do not think I would want to scout for them. If they leave us be, all the better. But I do agree we should stay here until the dawn at least. Get rest if you can.”
He laughs with her, and nuzzles into her sweat-drenched fur.
"Does that mean you want to see what is next in our spa trip, or should we stay here?"
Jubilosa leans in and hugs him
“It’s rather cozy in here, all warm and steamy. I think I could just... melt away.” She then loses her grip, and pulls away enough to look up into his eyes. “But I’m always ready to try new things.”
He hugs back, and holds her like this, in this position.
"I know how you feel. Let us spend just another minute like this, then we move onto next thing."
She leans into him, presses her head against his fur, and gives a dove-like “coo.” They spend the next couple minutes like this.
Silver similarly lets out some apparently happy equine as he steadily breathes in the steam from the sauna. A couple minutes pass that feel like an eternity in Jubilosa's embrace, before he looks back up at his griffon.
"Okay...I am ready now."
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Spark will head to sleep I think, if it is possible.
Amber makes her way towards the door and away to freedom just as new blue uniformed officers enter the room. But as she tries to slip past one of them, a stallion in blue stops her.
“Not so fast. Where do you think you are going?”
She leans up.
"And onto something new" she says, still holding a smile. Silver and Jubilosa, both damp from the steam of the sauna - and at least Jubilosa draped in a towel, exit the sauna. They don't have to go far before a small grape-purple mare with her mane tied back encounters them, standing in the hall as if she were waiting for them, or was on her way to fetch them.
She speaks to them
"Ready for your massage?"
Silver does indeed still have his towel, though it still would not be impossible to see something poking out from it. Silver smiles at the mare.
"Indeed we are!"
Uh, well, presumably, if the towel is draped over him with the sides falling down, probably nothing would be visible from the side - Unless the towel were wrapped close to the body, or were especially short.
The mare leads the two of them to the next room[1d3 = 2][1d3 = 2]
Silver dutifully follows.
Silver and Jubilosa are taken down the hallway to a room with wooden walls and a pair of tables/beds shaped to the equine body. Both are instructed to lay down on their bellies on the bed, and especially to stretch out. For a moment it seems that Jubilosa, long and lanky, will not be able to fit. But she fits all the same. The mare who met Silver and Jubilosa is one of the two masseuses. A second mare, a mint colored earth pony mare, joins.
Silver smiles at the mares as he lies still. He can appreciate the pair's beauty, and imagines that their appearance played no small part in them getting hired.
"Thank you both for doing this for me and my Jubee."
“No problem.” The mint mare answers, in an accent that does not suggest Equestrian origin. Both are indeed relatively young - most likely in their twenties - and fairly attractive. The purple mare comes to jubilosa, and the mint mare to Silver. He feels her surprisingly soft hooves on his back, slowly but firmly pressing in.
Silver has a surprised look on his face, before being quickly melted off with the rest of him as she beings to press down and knead his sore, stiff muscles.
“My.... so much tension. And... so firm. Carefully relax yourself. Relax. Let your legs fall down, and apart.”
She moves her hooves in a kind of rubbing action along his back, moving his hide over his body, snd pressing down deeply. There is some pain as she comes over Silver’s scars, perhaps especially the still somewhat fresh wound the gnoll left him on his back a few nights before.
Silver groans as the tension is slowly released from his muscled yet fluffy body, not minding the pain from his scars. He complies, despite the potential risk of his considerable family jewels being seen from underneath his towel. He gathers himself enough to speak.
"So...who are you two? I notice your accent is not traditional Equestrian."
Any features of Silver's body on his underside are hidden under him.
The mare handling Silver speaks
"My name is Mollis. I am from Maregypt."
She has moved to stand over Silver, using a table to help. Her left hoof turns counter clockwise, and her right hoof, clockwise, each rubbing on one side of Silver's spine.
The mint mare speaks:
"I am Sweet Dreams. From south of here."
Silver shudders in pleasure from the expert massage.
"Mmm...I am Silver Sword, from Severyana. You are good at this. Really
"Ah. Severyana... My flat mate's parents are from there. Part of the emigre. That's a nice name. And thank you, I try to be."
She presses down, and then back up, as if she were dipping.
"Nnngh...I really needed this."
He turns his head to face Jubilosa.
"How is yours, dove?"
Sweet Dreams treats Jubilosa's back as if it were dough, beating it, kneeding it, and rolling it. The movement of her hooves is faster than that of Mollis, who moves on Silver's back like it's thick cake batter still in need of stirring.
"Hmm...your back must not be as thick and muscled as mine, dove."
"I don't think anyone's back is. You're like a bear. A big, fluffy bear."
"Yes. So many muscles... So many scars..."