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>>151456Silver smiles.
"Do not worry, I know little bit about manes. I
did have daughter, and it is one of those things you have to learn about as father."
>>151460"Why do you compare me to the daughter?" He asks
>>151461"I am not, I am just saying that having daughter forced me to learn about how to take care of manes."
>>151461"I am not, I am just saying that having daughter forced me to learn about how to take care of manes."
>>151462“Oh. I suppose it would…”
He reached a hoof to the back of his neck, and pushes away his mane.
“Uh, so, what happened to your foals?”
>>151464"They grew up."
After a second, Silver clarifies.
"My eldest son moved to Las Pegasus, and I lost contact with him ever since. My daughter became researcher of magic for Equestria in Canterlot. My youngest son joined Equestrian Army as recon. I do not know what happened to any of them after war..."
>>151465“Huh….”
His mouth opens partly, and he stares at Silver for a period of time.
>>151469"Hmm...I am not wholly convinced."
>>151469“I just… I don’t know. It’s interesting hearing about your being a father and all.”
He blinks, and after a pause asks
“Have you heard from any of them?”
>>151471"Not since War ended. My eldest sent me letter right before it started asking if we could get together and talk about things, but it arrived after I had left to go fight. I did have some correspondance with my youngest during War's duration, telling me about what him and his Recon unit had been doing."
>>151472"Hmmm...."
He places his hooves below him on the couch, placing him in a supported sitting position.
"What did... Uh, where is, where is their mother?"
>>151473Silver looks down, ears folding against his head.
"Deceased..."
>>151476"It is okay, it happened long time ago. I do miss her, but having so many, acquaintances, friends, and more today helps."
>>151477"Yeah, I would imagine that helps" He says, ears slowly coming up
>>151478Silver smiles at Clip saying this. He also remembers that he had made himself a bowl of oats and sugar that was just sitting on the table, and starts to eat it.
"Anything else you want to know? I asked you questions, it only seems fair."
>>151479“Well, you made me tell. So how about you tell me how
you knew your… ‘preference’?”
>>151480"Well, I am second-guessing what my 'preference' includes lately, but...when I was young colt in St. Petershoof, I would sometimes go to Market to see things that were for sale. Some were things found or made locally, while others were brought in from abroad. One of things I found from travelling merchant from Manehattan was fashion magazine, and browsing through it because of my curiosity I found lingerie section filled with pretty mares wearing latest designs of provocative and sexy nightwear. There may have been moments earlier, but that moment and my body's reaction to it sticks in my mind most. It is somewhat similar to your story, I think."
>>151481“Heh” he bares his front teeth
>>151482"Well, I have had two encounters so far to make me second guess what I am and am not interested in...and you are rather beautiful..."
He shakes his head clear.
"Anyways...that is story of how I discovered mares."
>>151483His eyes go wide, and his ears go straight down.
"Uh, oh. Okay"
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>>151485"So, uh, what do you do? To afford all of this."
>>151486"Well, I suppose it is best described as mercenary work, as dirty as that may unfortunately sound. Ponies pay me to do things they can not do themselves. Sometimes it is to recover certain object, other times it is to stop bad people. Work itself can vary, but it tends to be quite lucrative."
>>151487“….. Huh….”
He seems to need some time to contemplate this
>>151488Silver gives him this time while sitting there on the couch, head tilted and looking at the ecru colt rather adorably.
>>151489"I don't know I much approve. Those in power often use force to remain in power, and pay others to do their dirty work."
>>151490"I understand that, but it is not just those with power who need pony like me sometimes. I do work for farmers, museums, sometimes just desperate, regular civilians."
>>151491"How do they get the money?" He asks
>>151492"Well, I imagine most ponies work, and museums are given money from government."
>>151494“But they don’t have nearly as much, and certainly not as much to spare. It favors those who have land.”
>>151495"I do not charge same rates for every job. Desperate mare looking for somepony to save her foalnapped child will pay much,
much less than, say, upper class pony wanting specific artifact recovered from ancient dungeon."
>>151496“That’s… noble of you.” He says
Then he blinks
“Uh… how have you, uh,
survived this long doing this?”
>>151497"By being smart, hitting hard, and being notoriously hard to kill."
Silver puffs his chest out proudly.
>>151498“Well… you’re doing well so far. I suppose.” He says
>>151499Silver seems pretty proud of it.
"Anything else?"
>>151500“I don’t… know? Uh… thanks for the pills and the oats.”
>>151501"You are quite welcome, Clip."
Silver returns to eating his oat, quickly finishing them off before heading into the kitchen.
>>151360As expected, Iron gently hugged her back with his bulkier forelegs, smiling through the silky smooth coat hairs and her heart. "When we finish the job," he mumbled tenderly "be sure not to send all of the money to your mother. We will be needing it for later."
>>151508Like a fuzzy pillow, or a teddy bear. Yet Iron need not press down far at all before he meets bone and muscle pushing back under so much fur.
“…
later?”
>>151511"You know," Iron suggested playfully, stroking her back up and down "for our luxury night."
>>151513She blinks.
“Oh”
She blinks again
“
Ohhh….”
She closes her eyes, and tilts her muzzle up as she leans into the back rubs
She opens her eyes and says
“But not
too luxurious. Let’s send most of it back.”
>>151514Iron chuckled gingerly, starting to realize just how much Sands was serious about proving her monetary worth to her mother. "Do not forget we can get more later," he reassured the unicorn before stopping his nuzzling to give her a kiss on the cheek.
>>151515She smiles, but the smile goes away.
“But it’s been six months, six months at least. It is ‘later’ for me.”
She shifts around in her seat, raising her left hoof, and putting it back down.
>>151516Iron sighs softly in turn, simply petting her back with a little less energy than before. "It will be better if we talked more about this when the job is complete," he reasoned dryly before once again sinking his muzzle right on the side of Sands' neck, giving it a tender kiss.