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"Not too much. i did like that one book about the outsiders though."
She blinks, and shakes her head
"Yea, that one about the unicorns that tried to communicate with the beings not from here. i think i turned it in"
"Oh, the one where the unicorns did stupid things and killed themselves? I didn't hear most of that, but I did hear little bits of it"
Amber is able to make it home. She overshoots her street by one block, but she makes it home without being mugged or raped or kidnapped.
"Yea that has really stayed with me. Do you think those things exist?"
"Uh..." he wings relax and creep down
"I don't... know? Probably not."
"i wonder about that sometimes."
"Oh, don't worry about it. There's probably nothing out there but vast emptiness."
>>151960Honestly disappointed. A seven is not "gang-raped by Maarist cultists" territory, but would probably earn a mugging or at least a stalking.This city isn't as dangerous as I thought it would be,
she thinks to herself, yawning. She drags herself up the stairs of her apartment building, unlocks her door, enters, and locks it behind her.
Fortunately, the door seems to work. Hopefully the lights do as well. Amber has made it home, after a very
"i'm not sure which thought is worse."
With sluggish movements Amber pulls off her cloak and undoes her dress and throws them haphazardly to the side. She places the bundle of bills into her empty money pouch and collapses on her mattress. Although she feels like she could really use a shower, she is too tired to clean up or brush her teeth. She is even too tired to pray, offering quick thanks to Luna for the night before closing her eyes. She is quickly whisked off to sleep.
She pauses for a moment, tries to imitate a smile, albeit one with many teeth showing. She moves her head back, the smile fades, her eyes go wide, and her ears fall down as the realization hits her.
"Let's... not think about it">>151968
As so, the little pony releases herself to the night, and to what dreams may come.
Dark Star Hugs her
"Yea. go back to reading your book"
Dreams are nice. Except when they're not.
Amber cannot quite remember her dreams, something about running in a field though. She snorts, gets up and stretches with a yawn. Clearly it's extremely late to arise by her standards.>>151975Stop impersonating me
>>151977Uh, well I assumed Dark Star still had something left to do. But if he doesn't, Dark Star can definitely skip to the morning>>151978
The sun is well out, annoyingly now shining through the window onto her eyes
Okay then not-Amber, Dark Star has just spooped Blue Skies, and is free to move
Amber groans and wakes up the rest of the way. She thanks Celestia for a beautiful day and brushes her teeth, takes a shower and brushes her hair. Tut-tutting at herself for treating her clothes so poorly, she puts on her dress and headscarf, though not her cloak, and grabs her money pouch and canteen. She heads out, locking the door behind her, and leaves the apartment complex.
he strokes her mane with his hoof
"im sure theres nothing spooky out there. want to tell me more about that cool book?"
She smiles, and looks back. Her mane is fairly well kept, and silky smooth.
"Well... It's about a mare and a stallion who are in love. You see, the stallion was of lower class, and was adopted by a family. And the mare can't really marry him, she has to marry a different pony instead..." She continues like this
The good and bad both of living on your own is that there is no one there to tell you what to do. Amber gets up much later than she is normally accustomed to, but gets out of the house all the same.
She is out on the road on a Saturday morning. Plenty of creatures abound. It's a bit cooler this day, with rain clouds lingering.
Amber tries to determine whether or not it will rain again today. Should I roll survival or knowledge (nature)?
Dark Star isnt all that interested in the story but hes Glad it makes her happy
"Hmm Very Compelling stuff. Do all mare read this kind of stuff?"
"Well... not all mares read. But I like to."
"Well I can't be the only one, or else this book wouldn't have gone so far.">>151986
Yes. Wisdom modifier
"Do the two ponies ever get together or are they kept apart?"
She smiles, and pulls the book away
"Well I haven't gotten that far."
"Im Glad reading that makes you happy."
He Rubs her wings
Amber rushes in and grabs her dark burlap cloak! Once she's outside again, she sets out west and along the way she looks for a cheap place to grab some breakfast.
She extends a wing. There is just a little bit of fur above the bone and muscle, and feathers over most of the surface.
"But I've been told she dies in foaling, giving birth to somepony else's child. So no, I don't think they get together.">>151994>Cheap
In luck. A diner is just down the street
The smell of food entices her hungry belly and she canters over to have a look inside.
"Hmmm like one of those Sad Movers mom used to like."
If Amber can ignore the fact that a griffin seems to be in charge, the location offers hash browns, potatoes, and pancakes with 200% of her daily requirement dose of grease>>151997
"Yea the moving pictures, it was a sad one."
She tries not to show any lack of trust in that a griffon is preparing her food. She orders pancakes, a good heaping of hash browns, grits if they have any, and a glass of milk.
"Oh, yeah. Well, yes. It's very enjoyable, whether sad or triumphant, to try to feel what they feel.">>152000
Sadly, grits are not offered in the location. One more strike against griffinkind.
Pancakes and hashbrowns, however, are available. Milk is available, even if it seems a little suspect. Amber takes her seat in a wooden bench seat, and it doesn't take that long for the food to arrive.
"Yea you're right. i personally like the Scary ones myself though."
It truly feels good not having to wonder where your next meal is coming from. She thanks the goddesses for helping her through the most difficult time and has high hopes for the rest of her stay in Baltimare. When the glass arrives she smells it to make sure it hasn't "blinked."
It's good enough, probably.
"Yea. its pretty fun she hated them though. would always say "Starry, you gonna Scare yourself to death with those."
He smiles reliving the memory
Satisfied, she digs into the food when it arrives.
She pets his head
"I bet she'd be happy to see you're still here.">>152006
The hash browns include an extra, unasked-for toasting, and the pancakes are just a little dryer than desired. Exactly how so much grease got on the food remains a mystery.
"Yea she would. still wish she was too though."
>>152007Not nearly as good as Ma's cooking. But at least I'll have energy for the day.
When she finishes she goes to the counter to pay for the food.
Her smile fades
"Would you rather your parents be gone, but they'd be proud of you, or your parents are alive, but you are dead to them?" She asks slowly>>152009
Only a few bits.
At least it's cheap. She pays and leaves, going westward again and looking for shops selling household supplies.
She looks away
And she turns her eyes to him
"Would you show me to your mother and father? Would you tell them I am your mare?">>152012
General stores, fortunately, are not especially rare, existing in several corners.
She visits one which looks to have a decent selection.
"Of Course i would. They would have loved you"
She leans her head onto him, closing her eyes.>>152014
One in the corner of a larger building seems to have three entire rows inside, not counting the space on the walls
Looks good! She heads inside.
Unfortunately, I have to sleep now....
Is anypony here this weekend?
I am, but I got hit hard with some bad news. Being distracted with a DnD session sounds good.
And what does the little pony seek to buy? Or just look at. Or is she going to rob the store?
>>152035 Rob it!
Amber looks for some much-needed essentials. Namely:
A couple of cheap towels, both for bath and kitchen
A washboard and bucket
Clothesline and pins
Clothes hangers (she must have a closet of sorts, right?)
Broom and dustpan
A few pots, pans and bowls
Waste basket or trash bin and trash bags
She considers getting a blanket and pillow, but not only would that be bulky but she guesses a furniture store would be a better place to get these things. An alarm clock catches her eye though and she considers getting one.
These are... not necessarily available in a general store. But anything is possible, if only she looks hard and far enough. Department stores several stories tall exist just a little closer to the city center.
48 more bits.
48 for items which she can find in the store or 48 for everything spread out over several stores?
She remembers she needs some basic hoof care things, like sturdy clippers, a file and a brush. What else could she need....
48 bits in total. The general store does not have waste bins. Well, waste bins you can remove from the store, anyways.
Reasonable enough. She gives the storeowner the bills, thanks him for the change, and takes several minutes to wrap up the paraphernalia in her cloak. She carries the makeshift bag on her back all the way home.
This is a bit... unseemly. However, it is not entirely ineffective. Did she actually buy the alarm clock?
Although she's thankful this is a weekend and could sleep in, if for whatever reason she stays up late again it could be a problem. So yes, she got one.
The little pony's tab in total adds up to 62 bits
"Well..." The mare looks away, and her ears lower
"I can't really change the price of the items. It's store policy."
Though her head turns away, her eyes return to Amber
"But there is another clock that's kind of similar... and while the sale ended, it's still marked as the lower price..."
"Well... This one is 4 bits"
It doesn't look as pretty, being a grey steel color, versus the golden brass color of the other.
>>152048"I don't mind the color as long as it works."
Amber happily takes it, thanking the mare.
She nods, and smiles
Amber's total expenditures for the shopping spree is now 58 bits, having purchased the alarm clock at 50% off.
Amber is quite satisfied with the transaction, knowing her quality of life is much better for it. She won't organize the things just yet but unwraps them and dons her cloak. Does anything happen or can she go out again?
As Amber has already paid her rent recently, she is unharrased by the landlord, although she does get watched by a zebra stallion downstairs as she walks up the stairs to her room.
She thinks nothing of it; carrying a makeshift pouch like that is bound to get a few glances. After laying out her things on her floor, putting her cloak back on and locking the door behind her, she sets back out again. Direction: a furniture store.
"Pouch" is understanding it
She thinks she saw a furniture store up north along the same street. Well, maybe one block to the west.
She goes on her merry way to the area. No rush.
She arrives. It's two stories, and a fairly old looking building.
Fairly large for a store, but then again furniture is pretty large. She goes inside.
It's rather open, and looks a little lower end and... unkindly put, a little decrepit.
>>152058Is this the right place?
she starts to wonder to herself. Still, it's probably better than being too
fancy, because she's interested only in some plain-looking, albeit sturdy, furniture anyway.
Yes, it does indeed have furniture.
A couple of chairs would be nice, maybe a small table too. What's for sale?
Beds, sofas, tables of various kinds, night stands...
Yes, chairs are available. What kind?
Basic, straight-backed chairs would do. A cushion on the seat would be nice but isn't necessary. Is this like Ikea where you bring back the kit to build?
>>152063>access to superior, lower cost, easier to use imported goods in a perfect autarkic pony ethno-state
Wooden chairs are available though, and for relatively cheap.
She takes mental note of that and walks over to the bedroom section. A nightstand
isn't needed, but how much does a single bed go for?
At the very lowest end, about 40 bits, about half of which comes from the mattress.
She picks out one that costs around fifty bits, rationalizing that it's worth not sleeping on the floor. How about sheets, blankets and pillows?
5-7 bits per set of bedsheets, pillows from 4 to 7 bits per pair. Blankets are about 3 bits or higher.
Amber selects two sets of bedsheets, a pair of pillows and two blankets, all plain with a matching light maroon color.
Amber frowns at the waning amount of money she has, though it's all a one-time expense. She decides against getting chairs or a table. Does her apartment have a stove?
Yes. It only has two burners, however.
Good enough. She tells the store clerk what she wants, but the question remains: how is she going to get it home? Maybe she can rent a cart and pull it behind her, and she brings up this possibility.
"Oh yeah, we can have ponies deliver it for you" She answers
Amber grins. "That's wonderful! Thank you!"
After paying for everything, her remaining cash should now be a mere 61 bits.
I have to sleep now...>>152075
Except delivery isn't free, but another 5 bits
She pays for delivery, and her shopping spree is done.
An older earth pony stallion, and a young earth pony colt follow Amber to her apartment, and help move the bed in. They even set it up for her.
Amber is down to 56 bits of last night's gain
Amber thanks the two. She props the old mattress up against the wall, needing to find a way to get rid of it later. She spends much of the afternoon doing a thorough cleaning of the room and puts away the household supplies.
Someone left a can of lard in the cabinet in the kitchen, It is, fortunately, empty. Also, the bathroom (fortunately) came with (used) shower curtains.
Amber is able to slowly clean up much of the dirt, dust, cigarette ash, cat hair, soot, glass fragments, and other debris in the apartment.
It's hard, but it's honest work. It's probably late in the afternoon by the time she finishes.
He uses a hoof to lift her beak, facing her towards his eyes full of worry for his beloved dove.
"Tell me about these other things."
Even as her face is lifted, the rest of her body droops down. Her wings in particular become loose, and the ends touch the floor.
"Well... I've been thinking... I sent one note to my parents saying I was leaving Midora and I would not see them for a while. I never said I was leaving the country. Not that it would have mattered much if I had told them where I was going, because I didn't end up there anyways. If I had... if, if, if, if you all had not been there... that would have been the last they had ever heard from me, and they would have no idea where I went. Like the kid down the street."
He does his best to hold his griffon up as she sags to the ground.
"What happened to kid down street?"
"He went out to meet with other griffins one night. And then he wasn't there the next morning. We don't know if he ever came home. It looks like he did. The door and windows were unlocked, and there was clothing on the floor of his room... but that isn't really uncommon for young males. We think the Anti-Partisans got him. He was known to sympathize with the partisans, and we think he would go to the mountains and meet with them. So we think the Blackhooves came that night, and took him away. But he may have fled to live up in the mountains. He might be there to this day. He might have died in a raid. He might have fled the country. He might have hit a bird or a branch while flying, tumbled and fell into the ground and hit his head. We don't know."
Silver hugs her tight.
"You are alive, and you are here. Of that I am immensely grateful for. It is no use to dwell on what could have happened, other than to give yourself nightmares."
He looks up at her.
"Would you like to write message to your parents, telling them where you are and that you are okay? I am not certain when it will arrive, but..."
>>152094Griffu is hugged
Fluffy feathers in some parts, and a slender, bony cat-body in others.
"I... I think I would. But it isn't so simple. Messages in and out of the country are monitored. There is a reason I did not tell them I was leaving to Aquelia the first time. If the Blackhooves know I left the country, it may cast suspicion on my parents."
"Perhaps, but...well, both Eastern Equestria and Sicameon have been annexed by New Mareland. It could be seen as sending message from one part of country to another."
"True... That's less suspicious than anything coming from, well, Aquileia."
"And I very seriously doubt any potential resistance movements or partisan groups are going to be communicating across entire ocean rather than other groups closer by."
She moves her violet eyes up towards Silver
A hoof comes up to gently stroke one of her cheeks.
"If we do not have pen and paper here, I will go get some for you."
"Okay..." She says, attempting a smile
He kisses the tip of her beak.
"I love you."
She moves her body up, and closer to Silver. She presses her head to his, so that her beak rests against his muzzle, and then crosses it, placing her beak above his muzzle
“I think I love you… love you too.” She says
His muzzle is firm and muscular, and the fur is much shorter here and in other parts, but it's not uncomfortable. He holds his griffon like this, content to be there with her. He only breaks the silence after a few seconds.
"Will you tell your parents about me?"
"Heh" This provokes a firmer, more genuine smile
"I hadn't thought about that."
He smiles at that.
"I do not know what they think of ponies, but I hope I would be worthy of approval. If we could get access to camera, we could even send them picture."
"Maybe. I don't know. I think they'd prefer I settle down and have chicks with a griffin. Maybe they'd be fine with it. I don't know. I'm still young, I don't think I should have to worry too much about what they think about it."
He nuzzles into the soft feathers around her neck.
"That makes sense. You do not have to tell them about me if you do not want to."
>>152108She is nuzzled
"What am I to you?" she asks
"At very least, marefriend. Or whatever griffon version of that is."
"And what is more?" she asks
He looks up at her.
"Are you saying you want to take this relationship...further?"
"No. Well, I mean... I don't know what I want..."
Silver smiles at her, places a hoof on her cheek, and swoops in to kiss her deeply.
She moves her head back in reaction, opens her eyes wide, and then forms a broader smile across her face. She leans in, closes her eyes, and kisses him back in kind.
The kiss lasts for some seconds before Silver pulls back, looking lovingly into his dove's violet eyes.
"I love you, and you love me. Whatever we are, whatever you want us to be, that will not change. And it fills my heart with such warmth to know that."
"... Okay..." she says, as if with a little hesitation
"Are you sure?"
He nods with conviction.
"I will never leave you, I will always love you, as long as you want me. You are my everything, my beautiful dove."
"But you don't want to be exclusive?" She asks
"I mean... I don't know... Theoretically I guess it's okay to not be. It's just, you know, it's not, well, it's not traditional. I mean, it kind of is, but it's not traditional to be open about it. And, well, you were saying something like 'marefriend at least' and I don't know what you want."
"There is one thing you know I want."
He returns to stroking her cheek.
"I want you."
She leans, and presses herself into him
A pair of forehooves wraps around her to pull the leaning griffon into a big floofy hug.
The griffin leans down, until Silver is nearly overtop of her, and wrapped in fluff. She presses her neck and head upwards, so that they make contact with Silver's neck and muzzle
Silver rubs his head and neck against Jubilosa's in response. The unicorn lets out a soft contented whinny.
Jubilosa crouches down, and almost lays on the floor to facilitate this. His chest from the ribs up, neck, and now the flat bottom of hi chin all lay on top of Jubilosa. She starts to rub against him as well, eventually letting out a "coo"
Silver keeps up the motions, cuddling into his griffu.
"I am so lucky to have you."
She keeps her eyes closed, crouched there under Silver. She lowers her hind quarters, placing most of her body just above the floor.
Silver gazes at her sleek, slender form in its current position. A mischevious thought passes through his mind, and he whispers into her ear."You know, way we are positioned, I would be tempted to show you exactly how much I love you if not for others around us."
She's as long as he is and with long limbs. Her build is much less massive over all. She moves the lower portion of her body so that she is altogether under him, though she lays her hind section down and does not press against him. With her back arched up somewhat, she fits under him well.
She extends her neck so that her beak sticks out from under his long muzzle
"Well, Clip is in other room. I do not know where others are."
He nuzzles her neck some more.
"But, if you did not mind them...I am up for it if you are."
"I'll let you decide" she says.
Silver feels something fluffy bat him on his right flank. It's Jubilosa's tail, which she curls up and around
She actually manages to make the unicorn blush before he smiles mischeviously at her.
"Oh! You naughty griffon."
He leans forward and manages to catch her beak in another kiss.
It's a bit difficult from this angle. But not impossible. She lays all the way down, to giver herself room to twist her head up to meet his. She smiles back to him
It's still something of a strange feeling, kissing a solid beak rather than lips. She extends her tongue to meet his, to make up for part of the difference.
It's not necessarily a bad feeling, and Silver considers if it's a strange feeling for Jubilosa too. Certainly, the fact that they keep doing it suggests they both enjoy it. He breaks the kiss after a few seconds.
"But what does that make me, then?"
He starts to kiss down the back of her neck and down her spine as he slides down her body.
"A silly old pony" She answers, with lidded eyes
Silver moves down her body, down her long, thin back, and above her slender frame.
"Mmm, it is good thing this silly old pony has some tricks up his sleeve."
He kisses the top of her rump and the base of her tail before stopping to gaze longingly at her nethers.
When Silver kisses her, her tail moves back and forth quickly side to side, and ultimate runs into Silver, pressing along his head, and his shoulder. Her rump is thin, and fairly muscular, and the edges of her nethers can be seen. Pink, thin skin, rather than the puffy black flesh of a horse.
"You always look ravishing, my beautiful dove."
The unicorn punctuates this with a long, slow lick starting at the bottom of her vulva and ending at her anus, to get a taste of his belove griffu.
"Hehe" She giggles, and her hind quarters move up, then back down. Her tail flips up, taps Silver, and then moves firmly off to the right side.
She has a different flavor than any of the ponies Silver has tasted.
Silver lays down on the floor, trapping his rather firm and erect Sword underneath him. He grabs onto both sides of Jubee's toned rump as he continues to lick her vulva from bottom to top at a little faster pace.lick, lick, lick
There's a little movement, as she moves to open her lips just a little bit wider for him. The lips slowly moisten, and slowly ease apart.
>>152143Yes, just like that.
As they slowly part for him, Silver tries to dig and lick along inside in between tending to the outside.
A little deeper, and a little deeper. Her insides are fairly straight and flexible. It's like liking the inside of somepony's cheek, and while Jubilosa's beak may not have warm, moist flesh to rub his tongue against, he gets to enjoy the sensation all the same, pressing his tongue inside her.
Her breathing is audible, and her hindquarters rock back ever so slightly, nearly hitting his nose.
As she loosens up and her lips become more pliable, Silver moves on to trying to press his muzzle into her, slowly and a little at a time. He continues to work her smooth fleshy insides with his tongue to keep her stimulated.
It's doubtful that Silver will ever be able to fit his whole muzzle into his Griffin. But the soft edges of his nose make contact with her moist lips. She vibrates, and giggles at the movement of air out of her nostrils, blowing onto her
If she vibrates at the feeling of his breath against her walls, then the feeling of him speaking and his muzzle and snout vibrating her insides likely causes a greater reaction.
"I always love how sensative your insides are."
The moisture increases greatly, and she moves her rump back, closer to Silver
Silver is practically hugging his griffu's rump at this point. He closes his eyes and happily laps up the offerings of secretions, and continues to lick and rub his tongue along the sensative sides of her tunnel of love.lick, lick, lick, slurp, lick
She attempts to squeeze, and flinches upwards a few times. Her lips slowly part further, and further apart as Silver continues his licking.
Silver tries once again to try to reach deeper with his muzzle, so he may plunder her depths with greater ease.
Silver finds that she extends deeper than his tongue may reach, her walls parting as deep as he can press. His nose pushes her lips aside, trying to make its way in, but instead stretches her to a limit.
Oh well, Silver is satisfied with this, and doesn't want to hurt her. He continues to lick and lap along her smooth flesh, tasting and smelling her exotic flavors along the way.
She starts making small moaning sounds, and lays her head down more closely to the ground
This signals Silver to pick up the intensity. He starts licking faster, pressing his tongue more into and against her walls. He uses a forehoof to spank her muscular flank.
She whips her tail back, hitting Silver's barrel and the side of his head. Her rump flinches again, and the liquids increase.
Silver laps it all up and keeps licking for a few seconds before he gives her flank another meaty SPANK
She flinches up significantly
Silver winces and offers her a muffled "Sorry" from her backside. He continues to dine on her insides, and licks up any remaining liquids there are.
The forward portion of her body relaxes, even as her hind presses back
Silver wonders to himself when his griffu will reach climax, or if she has already and he simply hasn't noticed. He nuzzles into her vagina and breathes deeply of her scent, before continuing his oral performance.lick, lick, slp, slurp, slp, slp, lick
"Ah, Ah... Ah!"
She pulls forward, and more liquid comes
Silver pulls his muzzle back and exits her nethers, leaving a string of saliva and vaginal secretions from his snout to her entrance. He stands up, his hardened sword hanging underneath his lower abdomen, and smiles at his griffu.
"Ready for main event?"
She takes a moment to breath in and out, and slightly turning her head and eyes back to Silver, says
She gets a very
good look at the large, drooling head of his stallionhood when she does, but not for long as he steps forward and over his griffu. He slowly lowers his fluffy body down onto her, positioning his stallionhood as he does. She feels the firm mass of flesh slide down her rump and past her tail, to rub and slide up and down against her vulva.
It's barely at the corner of her vision, but she certainly takes a look
Her tail moves, and whips around as Silver rubs her
He spreads his legs slightly as he positions his fat head up against her entrance, and pushes into it.
Silver slides in, though not without some resistance, until he's substantially in
He lowers himself on top of her, and begins to slide back and forth inside her love tunnel slowly. His stallionhood is drooling a not unsubstantial amount of pre inside of her, which combined with her secretions helps to keep them both lubricated. He whispers seductively into her ear.
"If you ever have doubts of me loving you, remember feeling of my cock
inside of you. How hard it is, how eager, how much it drools and aches for you. That is you doing that to me, and no one else."
She lays her head on the ground, and sticks her tongue out. She points her eyes up to Silver
His sliding back and forth quickly turns to proper thrusting as his hips move back only to move forward and clap against her toned flanks. Already the sounds of their union, as vulgar as they are, can be heard from how wet she already is, joined by the sound of his heavy, seed-laden balls slapping against her pubic mound.slap, plapp, squish, squelch, plap, slapp
"Ah, ah, ah..."
She lays her head on the floor, and takes her claws out, pressing them into the floor. She slowly raises her hind quarters, pressing into Silver.
Silver feels her soft insides, which press down hard on him, like a too-small glove, but still let him slide in and out with ease