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Occupied Equestria - Forward
Anonymous
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No.153333
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Dark Star fights against CRT in the school system continues along his path to ensure a future for his and his race's children. Iron conducts a salvage operation finds and recovers hidden treasure. Amber is learning how to exploit simps establishes relationships in her new town. Spark harbors multiple terrorist continues helping Wellspring and the wolf tribe. Silver acts as a step father for unwanted foals gives back to the community at the orphanage. All of this and more
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Anonymous
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No.154537
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>>154536
“Hehehe” he starts to giggle as well, as his eyes seem to become brighter, abs his lips pull back into a smile. He moves his right leg around her, and pulls her in closer. His jacket moves with his arm, and it almost seems that she could be embraced under the jacket. His muzzle hairs are perhaps a bit more corse than would be preferred.
Amber Sunset
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No.154538
154539
>>154537
Amber pushes her hoof under his jacket and lets his body rest against his, enjoying his warmth. She kisses him on the tip of his nose before pulling her head back. Despite the darkness in the car, he may be able to make out a blush.
Anonymous
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No.154539
154540
>>154538
He places the hoof lower on her body, to around where her chest and belly meet. He pulls her closer, until the fur of her upper body contacts his. He tries to pull his jacket around her, though the jacket is a bit to small for it to work like that. He begins snuggling her.

With his eyes snd lips, he makes an almost awkward smile at the small kiss, again looking into her eyes
Amber Sunset
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No.154540
154541
>>154539
She hesitantly joins in snuggling, returning his awkward smile. There is a key difference between the top of a hill and here, though: they aren't exactly alone, and she's aware of that.
Anonymous
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No.154541
154542
>>154540
frown

If it wasn’t abundantly obvious, their position halfway along the peninsula is a long way from Amber’s apartment in East Baltimare.
Amber Sunset
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No.154542
154543
>>154541
A thought occurs to her. Mustard will almost certainly want to become intimate with her when they get back to her apartment. That prospect worries her much less than it would have several hours ago, but now she gets the sense he won't wait!
Anonymous
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No.154543
154544
>>154542
Amber alone has the key to her own apartment.
Besides Guido

The drive is maybe as long as 20 minutes past occasional houses down country roads, then past rows of single family homes, row houses, and finally tenement buildings and factories.

The taxi arrives at Amber’s own tenement building, unglamorous as it is, and stops.
Amber Sunset
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No.154544
154545
>>154543
Amber reassures Mustard, "I can pay for it, don't worry. It's my place, so it's on me."
Anonymous
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No.154545
154546
>>154544
“No no, I can get it.” His tone is more worried than anything.
Amber Sunset
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No.154546
154547
>>154545
"You already spent a bunch tonight," she coaxes. She asks the driver how much is it.
Anonymous
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No.154547
154548
>>154546
“14 bits” he answers
Amber Sunset
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No.154548
154549
>>154547
She pays the sum from her funds that she did NOT earn from "touching stallions."

Does she now have 17 bits left? The up-to-date balance is on another computer
Anonymous
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No.154549
154550
>>154548
I felt like she had 56 bits remaining, but maybe I’m wrong.

Mustard Trim silently accepts a situation that is both humiliating and strictly necessary.

He looks to Amber
Amber Sunset
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No.154550
154551
>>154549
I won't be making any big purchases before checking

She gets out the paper bits and pays the cabbie, thanking him for the ride.
Anonymous
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No.154551
154552
>>154550
The driver nods, and Mustard Trim steps out

“So….”
Amber Sunset
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No.154552
154553
>>154551
She grabs her dress and hops out of the cab. She looks around the street before trying to sneak in the building alongside Mustard.
Anonymous
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No.154553
154554
>>154552
Okay, so she is inviting him in, rather than sending him home?
Amber Sunset
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No.154554
154555
>>154553
As Amber pointed out earlier, he's not exactly in a state to be sent home. He's not likely to get in less trouble if he goes back now than if he stays longer and goes back clean, and there's nothing wrong with having a houseguest.

She beckons him to come indoors.
Anonymous
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No.154555
154556
>>154554
His tail moves side to side, and he has a wide grin. He happily trots besides her.

“So. This is where you live?”
Amber Sunset
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No.154556
154557
>>154555
"Mhm. Sorry it ain't much, and I can't even offer you anything to eat or drink except for water…"

Her own tail swings left and right in a mixture of giddy excitement and nervousness as she goes beside him up the flights of stairs, eventually turning into the hallway.
Anonymous
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No.154557
154558
>>154556
Amber is covered in a coat of crusty cum. It is beginning to smell. Most of it matted in a puddle on her fur, but some of it dripped and ran further away.

For all of Mustard Trim’s protests about money, there is no hiding the fact that Amber’s single bedroom rented apartment is much smaller, in an older, lower quality building, and in a greatly worse neighborhood than Mustard Trim’s rowhouse near the riverfront.

Mustard Trim steps through the threshold of her apartment door, and closes the door behind him. As unassuming and as trustworthy as he is, he is still a young male who has made advances on Amber before. Amber is alone in a her apartment with him.

Mustard stops, and looks around him, imbibing Amber’s solo life.
“So you live alone here? No mother, no father, no sister, no brother? No roommates?”
His gaze is focused on the small details of the dresser, the bed, the imperfections in the wall and window seals.
Amber Sunset
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No.154558
154559
>>154557
She paws at the floor sheepishly. "Well, I came alone, and I didn't know anypony here, certainly nopony I could really trust…." She smiles nervously at him, then looks over to the very modest bathroom. "Would you like to get washed up first?"
Anonymous
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No.154559
154560
>>154558
He isn’t perfect - his mane is messy, there’s dirt on his hooves - but there’s no sign of any mess on his lower body or genitals, or anything.

“I think I’ll wait for you, he says.”
Amber Sunset
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No.154560
154561
>>154559
To be fair, Amber–despite her curiosity–is too polite to look closely at him there.

"Alright…um, make yourself at home," she says shyly, as she puts away her dress and enters the bathroom, closing it behind her. She tries to get as good a view of herself in the mirror that she can.

Does her bathroom have a door or just a curtain separating it from the rest?
Anonymous
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No.154561
154562
>>154560
He places a foreleg on the bed, folding his hoof underneath. Amber closes the door behind her.

She sees that her mane has not fairer as well as his has. It is disorganized, and even has bits of leaves and dirt in it. Her frame is stockier, thicker, more muscular, and quite simply less feminine than the dainty, thinner Aster Spring and her perfect mane. The substance on her belly has made a visible translucent mat that almost resembles glazed sugar on cardboard.

I know these are turn-of-the-century immigrant shacks, but what the hell kind of bathroom doesn’t have a door?
Amber Sunset
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No.154562
154563
>>154561
She grimaces, almost in disgust, at her own appearance. "What did ponies think I was up to out there? And why didn't he at least tell me I look like I was ridden hard and put away wet?" she mutters to herself.

She sidles underneath the shower head, standing upright, and turns on the water. The water is unheated–that is to say, bitterly cold–and she swears to herself that she'll work twice as hard if it means getting a hot-water bathtub eventually. She first clears the mud and silt off her fetlocks and hooves, scrubbing the dirt out of the roughness of the keratin. She then scrubs at her mane, trying to clean it as thoroughly as possible while being hurried along by the water's temperature. She then moves onto her face, careful not to get soap into her eyes, and tries to make it as pristine as possible.

More accustomed to the cold water by now, she uses extra soap to lather up her barrel-shaped chest and scrubs away at it, steadily proceeding lower to scrape off Mustard's…bodily secretions, which don't resemble actual mustard in any way. Turns out though that it clings annoyingly to hair, and her skin feels almost raw by the time she's satisfied cleaning her belly, flanks, and the sensitive skin on her teats and between her thighs. Having next scrubbed her haunches and hind legs, she tries to get her back. Of course it's very difficult for a pony to reach her upper back and she ends up resorting to sliding against the wall. It's a bit easier to get her lower back, and then she scrubs her tail which is just as messy as her mane.

Now fully clean though still very scruffy-looking, with her hair sticking out at odd angles, she turns off the water and dries herself off with her new towel. Finally she brushes her teeth and gets out with a nervous smile on her face. She spent at least twenty minutes in there and she hopes he isn't too bored or impatient.
Anonymous
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No.154563
154564
>>154562
>The horse is ridden hard abs put away wet
I appreciate that saying being used in this context very much

Mustard Trim has been kept alone with no radio, no television, no magazines, and no books for an entire twenty minutes. He’s been left to do whatever colts do in those situations.

When she opens the door, he must have been lying on his back in her bed. He jumps up like he’s startled, and quickly moves onto his side, back facing Amber. With a hoof he stretches his jacket and holds it up. He makes an awkward smile.
“Hi Amber”
Amber Sunset
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No.154564
154565
>>154563
Totally innocuous saying irl, hilarious double entendre here

Also I got a book called "We Got Everything but Money" which, although nostalgia bait for Silents, offers a pretty good look at everyday life during the Depression and wartorn countries of the time. Would recommend.

Even Silver was a better guest. At least he did it in a bathtub.

Amber thinks he must be quite tired after that run and "cuddling." "Sorry fer takin' so long, but, erm, it's a new bed and I'd rather you wash up first. The bathroom is all yours." She doesn't look closely at him, but grabs a brush and sits near the head of the bed, her tail swung out of the way of his head. She starts the tedious and slightly painful process of brushing her disheveled mane, paying attention to that rather than his suspicious behavior.
Anonymous
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No.154565
154566
>>154564
Near. Is it in audiobook?

Do you just like comparing Mustard Trim unfavorably to Silver? Because the colt is already going to have a complex

He takes his jacket off, places it over his back, stands up after Amber sits down, goes into the bathroom and closes the door.

“How do you get the warm water?” He asks after about a minute and a half
Amber Sunset
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No.154566
154567
>>154565
Not sure, but if it was you would be selling yourself short, because it's also a photo album from that time.

Of course it's unfair to compare him to an experienced playcolt, but as he's the most promiscuous member of the party it's inevitable.

"I ain't got it, sorry!" she yells after him.
Anonymous
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No.154567
154568
>>154566
“Oh. Uh. Okay.” He says.

He comes out a couple minutes later. Judging from the fairly short period of time he spent in the bathroom, it’s pretty clear that he did not go through a full shower or anything like what Amber did. He’s only slightly brushed his mane.
Amber Sunset
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No.154568
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>>154567
She looks at him with an annoyed expression. "Come now, I can still smell you from here," she says while exaggeratedly wafting a hoof in front of her nose. "I know it's cold water, but it's better for the health anyway, or so I'm told." Wandering eyes may notice that from his perspective she is "sitting careless," but her damp hair prevents any sort of view below her chest.
Anonymous
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No.154569
154570
>>154568
He just gives a “what did I do wrong?” expression, standing in front of her. He does at least take a look at her mane and her now-fluffy fur.
Amber Sunset
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No.154570
154571
>>154569
"Well, if you want to sleep on the floor, I can toss you a blanket, then you can avoid that awful cold water," she says sardonically.
Anonymous
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No.154571
154572
>>154570
“I was gonna go back home tonight.” He says.
Amber Sunset
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No.154572
154573
>>154571
"Whatever you're doin', you should at least look presentable," she chides.
Anonymous
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No.154573
154574
>>154572
He backs up. Into the bathroom. And closes the door.
Amber Sunset
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No.154574
154575
>>154573
Amber resumes her simple grooming, humming to herself. But she does listen to hear if he's actually washing.
Anonymous
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No.154575
154576 154578
>>154574
No.

He opens the door slightly, and looks through the crack at Amber
Amber Sunset
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No.154576
154577
>>154575
Rolling spot: [1d20+2 = (4+2) = 6]
Anonymous
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No.154577
154579
>>154576
The door is cracked open
Amber Sunset
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No.154578
154580
>>154575
He sees her left mammary, a shallow dome about a hoofspan-and-a-third in diameter, resting just above her stifle with a small, conical nipple of a darker orange protruding from its center. Everything else that's spy-through-door worthy is hidden by her hair. Her ears are facing forward and frowns after a minute, but doesn't notice the door is ajar.
Amber Sunset
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No.154579
>>154577
Well, then she does notice, but can't see him.
Anonymous
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No.154580
>>154578
Oh my….

He opens the door
Amber Sunset
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No.154581
154582
She coughs and stares at him, in a "Back already? Get back in there" sort of way.
Anonymous
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No.154582
154583
>>154581
He just looks confused
Amber Sunset
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No.154583
154584
>>154582
She sighs and says plainly, "I don't want you tracking dirt on my bed. Could you please shower for at least five minutes? Or do you need help washing yourself?"
Anonymous
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No.154584
154585
>>154583
He closes the door wordlessly. This time it’s different. He actually does turn on the water, and evidently takes a shower that lasts, well, five minutes.

He opens the door again. If Amber had hoped he’d resemble anything approaching sexy or appealing, she will be very thoroughly disappointed. His mane is wet, and falls down to either side in a straight, dark sheet. His coat is ruffled, evidently by a towel, though it’s short. He shivers a couple times, evidently from the cold. But worst is his wide eyed, frowning expression. It’s a sort of scared and sad expression she’s seen him wear more than once at work, best described as downtrodden, or persecuted.
Amber Sunset
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No.154585
154586
>>154584
Amber has by now just about finished with her mane, which looks much less frazzled though not perfect, and she starts on her tail. Her hoof starts at her dock behind her, and pulls with difficulty down the hair which is placed in her lap. She smiles at him entering, though she feels a tinge of regret forcing the poor citycolt to have a cold shower in winter.

"Now that wasn't too bad, was it?" she asks, though she gets the weird sense she's talking to him like his mother. She pats the bed next to him.
Anonymous
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No.154586
154587
>>154585
I’m sorry if this was explained, but what precisely is she doing with her hair?

He obeys, and lays down next to her on the bed. He lays his whole body on the bed, on his belly, and he tucks his hooves abs legs underneath himself.
Amber Sunset
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No.154587
154588
>>154586
Amber is brushing her hair lengthwise, straightening it out and tugging through knots. It's rather basic but does improve her appearance significantly.

Mostly satisfied with her tail, she smiles and turns to her left, now starting to brush through Mustard's mane.
Anonymous
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No.154588
154589
>>154587
He smiles, evidently pleased by this
Amber Sunset
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No.154589
154590
>>154588
She hums "Greensleeves" while doing her work. He may or may not be familiar with the feeling of bristles pressing gently against his scalp and pulling through his hair, but despite not being completely comfortable it is calming.
Anonymous
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No.154590
154591
>>154589
He makes a small “ow” but doesn’t really pull away. His ear twitches, flapping up and down. He is completely on his belly, with his tail wrapped up to his side.
Amber Sunset
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No.154591
154592
>>154590
Amber is leaning toward her side, practically resting on her elbow. Though he's not touching he does get a front-row seat to view her cutie mark, a tranquil blue horizon with a red-orange music note setting behind it.

It's not long before Mustard's mane isn't a complete mess. She hops off the bed to throw away loose hairs in the brush, then sits on the floor in front of him. She gingerly puts her brush–and hoof–against the top of his dock and pulls it along his tail.
Anonymous
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No.154592
154593
>>154591
“Hehe” he giggles. He takes his forehooves out from underneath himself, stretches them out forward, and digs his hooves into the bed. He cooperates behind, moving his tail to where Amber can access it better.

His tail is cut short, like most colt’s tails are, and is long and straight. It’s still wet.
Amber Sunset
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No.154593
154594
>>154592
"I guess we think similarly stylin' ourselves," she says, smiling. It's not long before she's finished. She turns away again to discard a few wet hairs that stuck to the brush, then returns to very gently brush his muzzle, practically passing over the hairs. Once she's finished, she'll brush his neck.
Anonymous
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No.154594
154595
>>154593
He scrunches and closes his eyes, but then smiles at the silly act. He exposes his neck for her.
Amber Sunset
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No.154595
154596
>>154594
Amber smooths out the hair on his neck with the brush, using her other hoof to hold up his mane. She's a little rougher than with his muzzle, but the motions down his neck are still gentle. Once finished, she does the same, but again a little rougher, down his withers to his elbow, as well as his breast.
Anonymous
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No.154596
>>154595
He turns slightly to her, to give her more access to his withers and shoulder
Amber Sunset
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No.154597
154598
And on she goes, brushing his yellow hair down his back and loins (lower back), as well as down his flank. She continues to his croup, brushing down his rump to the gaskin and steadily moving back towards his tail.
Anonymous
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No.154598
154599
>>154597
“Hehehe” he smiles, and just lets her brush him.

Soon, he’ll be a pretty little pony
Amber Sunset
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No.154599
154600
>>154598
Not exactly a show-pony, but he looks better than he did when he left during the day.

"Does your belly need to be brushed?" she asks.
Anonymous
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No.154600
154601
>>154599
“Uh…” he looks a little embarrassed
Amber Sunset
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No.154601
154602
>>154600
She shrugs. "It's fine. Now it's my turn." She turns around to get rid of loose coat hairs from the brush, then hops onto the bed and hands it to him with a grin.
Anonymous
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No.154602
154603
>>154601
He frowns.

He takes the brush, and starts brushing down Amber’s neck and back. Some of the brushes are on her mane, some are focused on her coat.
Amber Sunset
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No.154603
154604
>>154602
Even if he's not the best at it, there's nothing quite like having someone close to you give a nice brushing. "Try to keep the whole brush on just my coat," she says.
Anonymous
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No.154604
154605
>>154603
“Okay.” He says. He starts brushing her fur on her back, her shoulder, her flank, and her upper belly.
Amber Sunset
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No.154605
154606
>>154604
Amber is smiling and has her eyes closed. "Have you had much practice?" Once he brushes her chest, she lowers herself to lie on her belly, her front legs bent inward at the knee and her hind legs facing forward.
Anonymous
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No.154606
154607
>>154605
He brushes her more, more, and more.

“I’ve had to help my older sister a few times.” He says
Amber Sunset
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No.154607
154608
>>154606
"What's she like? Is she nice?" she inquires. Her eyes are closed and she looks utterly relaxed. Her coat is a little longer in length than his, and he may have to clean the brush a couple of times. Also, the bed is designed only for one pony so maneuvering around her to be thorough may be a mild inconvenience.
Anonymous
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No.154608
154609
>>154607
“She’s… a little more adjusted to city life than I am. She’s social.”

brushy brushy brushy
Amber Sunset
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No.154609
154610
>>154608
"Huh, she sounds perfect to take us around to places. Do you think she would like that?" Her tail flops around gently in contentment.
Anonymous
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No.154610
154611
>>154609
“Uh… I don’t know. I’ve never tried it.”
Amber Sunset
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No.154611
154612
>>154610
"She's out of the house most of the time/"
Anonymous
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No.154612
154613
>>154611
“Well, fairly often. She’s a year older than me but she’s not married. She’s still living at home. She has a job though as an operator somewhere. Like a telephone operator.”
Amber Sunset
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No.154613
154614
>>154612
"Only a year older? Does she have similar interests?"
Anonymous
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No.154614
154615
>>154613
“No. Not really.” He answers
Amber Sunset
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No.154615
154616
>>154614
"What does she like instead?" She keeps track of how he's brushing her.
Anonymous
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No.154616
154617
>>154615
Long strokes, sometimes a bit hard.

“Well, she’ll go out with friends to movies and such.”
Amber Sunset
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No.154617
154618
>>154616
"…Didn't you suggest the movies to me, and ain't I your friend? Keep the strokes short n' steady, please."
Anonymous
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No.154618
154619
>>154617
He pauses his brushing for a moment, before readjusting after being informed that he’s doing it wrong.

“Uh… yes?” He has an embarrassed smile
Amber Sunset
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No.154619
154620
>>154618
"That's a similar interest," she remarks with a smirk.
Anonymous
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No.154620
154621
>>154619
“Well…” he lowers his ears

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

He does a few short brush strokes on her left foreleg.
Amber Sunset
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No.154621
154622
>>154620
Amber sticks out her hoof for him. Her short foreleg has relatively solid muscles on it, though they are well-hidden by her winter coat. The hairs on her pastern are fairly long and may need trimming soon.
Anonymous
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No.154622
154623
>>154621
brush brush brush
He keeps brushing the hair on her legs
Amber Sunset
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No.154623
154624
>>154622
She smiles in contentment, keeping her legs splayed. "You're doin' a fine job."
Anonymous
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No.154624
154625
>>154623
He gives a small, warm smile. That may seem minor, but his disposition in general has been much cooler since arriving in Amber’s apartment, and the last such smile was while Amber was brushing him.

“Well thank you.”

brush brush

“I like your coat”
Amber Sunset
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No.154625
154626
>>154624
"Thank you. Yours ain't too bad yourself."
Anonymous
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No.154626
154627
>>154625
“Heh heh.” He smiles, and moves to her other leg, holding up her hoof.
Amber Sunset
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No.154627
154628
>>154626
We're entering NC-17 territory here

She smiles at this small but romantic gesture. Her hooves are quite rough though, having been treading unshod over pavement and trails.
Anonymous
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No.154628
154629
>>154627
He moves away from the sensitive areas. She needs a trimmer, and he can’t really do much about that right now. He holds up her leg and brushes the hair.
Amber Sunset
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No.154629
154630
>>154628
She flips over onto her side, keeping her leg in the same place. "I hope you're enjoying this," she says.
Anonymous
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No.154630
154631
>>154629
He holds her leg up, and brushes. Then, he pulls her leg far up… and starts to brush under her leg, and her chest.
Amber Sunset
f153ad8
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No.154631
154632
>>154630
Amber is on her side facing him, and makes no objection to this, but idly watches what he's doing. She seems to be thinking about something.
Anonymous
a287f29
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No.154632
154633
>>154631
"What a pretty pony you are" he says.

He gets on the bed, or attempts to, and starts brushing her side
Amber Sunset
f153ad8
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No.154633
154634
>>154632
She blushes at the compliment. "Awww…" She scoots over against the wall to make room for him.
Anonymous
a287f29
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No.154634
154635
>>154633
He brushes more of her fur
“What are you primping for?”
Amber Sunset
f153ad8
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No.154635
154636
>>154634
She giggles. "You're the one primping me. But come what may, it's nice to be clean and not have your hair be all askew." She rests her head down in satisfaction.
Anonymous
a287f29
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No.154636
154638
>>154635
He makes one final long, stroking brush down her back, and then places the brush aside, and lays down besides her. It doesn’t matter if there is not room for two ponies abreast. He makes it work.