/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal
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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>>154636
He was certainly less daring than she was, because he (perhaps out of politeness, more likely shyness) didn't touch her rump, but she looks contented and hops over him onto the floor. She picks up a musical instrument that looks like a short-necked guitar but with a violin hole in it, and with a deep round body. "Want to hear a tune?" she asks eagerly, sitting up on the bed next to him and holding the instrument in her hooves.
He was certainly less daring than she was, because he (perhaps out of politeness, more likely shyness) didn't touch her rump, but she looks contented and hops over him onto the floor. She picks up a musical instrument that looks like a short-necked guitar but with a violin hole in it, and with a deep round body. "Want to hear a tune?" she asks eagerly, sitting up on the bed next to him and holding the instrument in her hooves.
>>154639
She takes a moment to carefully tune the mandolin and tries a couple of strums. Then she starts a familiar tune and breaks out in song:
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamt I held you in my arms
When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken
So I hung my head, and I cried
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
"I'll always love you and make you happy
If you will only say the same
But if you leave me to love another
You'll regret it all one day
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
"Please don't take my sunshine away"
Her playing isn't masterful, but for the simple tune it's certainly quite good enough, though her singing is not as practiced and she's out of tune at parts. But all through it she gazes at Mustard Trim's face with a fond smile.
I'd link music, but it's exceptionally difficult to find mandolin music that's not a tutorial, renaissance fare, or music that came after this time period
She takes a moment to carefully tune the mandolin and tries a couple of strums. Then she starts a familiar tune and breaks out in song:
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamt I held you in my arms
When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken
So I hung my head, and I cried
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
"I'll always love you and make you happy
If you will only say the same
But if you leave me to love another
You'll regret it all one day
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
"Please don't take my sunshine away"
Her playing isn't masterful, but for the simple tune it's certainly quite good enough, though her singing is not as practiced and she's out of tune at parts. But all through it she gazes at Mustard Trim's face with a fond smile.
I'd link music, but it's exceptionally difficult to find mandolin music that's not a tutorial, renaissance fare, or music that came after this time period
>>154640
I remember when Kathy Weseluck sung this entire song in a panel at Bronycon 2018
He listens. He listens rather intently, and smiles. By the end of the last verse, he is tearing up.
I remember when Kathy Weseluck sung this entire song in a panel at Bronycon 2018
He listens. He listens rather intently, and smiles. By the end of the last verse, he is tearing up.
>>154642
When she finishes, she grins and says, "Let me try another one, a little more ambitious." She plays another tune, this time without words…
Dexterity: [1d20+2 = (12+2) = 14]
When she finishes, she grins and says, "Let me try another one, a little more ambitious." She plays another tune, this time without words…
Dexterity: [1d20+2 = (12+2) = 14]
>>154643
>>154644
https://youtu.be/D6kihlmvAfQ
She dives into a bluegrass melody which is certainly more complex than the previous song, and which is above her weight class. Her rendition is slowed somewhat and even then she gets a few notes wrong. Still, she carries through and conveys the good-hearted energy of the music. When she finishes she grins proudly at him.
>>154644
https://youtu.be/D6kihlmvAfQ
She dives into a bluegrass melody which is certainly more complex than the previous song, and which is above her weight class. Her rendition is slowed somewhat and even then she gets a few notes wrong. Still, she carries through and conveys the good-hearted energy of the music. When she finishes she grins proudly at him.
>>154645
Holy hell I love that song, at least the Marshal Tucker version
Pretty sure it was also played in s famous fiddle contest against the devil
He grins at her.
“I think I’ve heard that one before”
Holy hell I love that song, at least the Marshal Tucker version
Pretty sure it was also played in s famous fiddle contest against the devil
He grins at her.
“I think I’ve heard that one before”
>>154646
She smiles sheepishly. "I've been trying to learn it just right. I think I need a lot more practice though."
She smiles sheepishly. "I've been trying to learn it just right. I think I need a lot more practice though."
>>154647
He smiles more warmly
“Nothing worth much is ever had without practice. I should practice on my woodworking.”
He smiles more warmly
“Nothing worth much is ever had without practice. I should practice on my woodworking.”
>>154648
She winks at him. "One more, then you can tell me all about your woodworking."
She starts on a tune that's also from the countryside, but slower and more repetitious than the last, thus it's much easier for her hooves to pluck the strings correctly. She closes her tunes and sings:
"Some glad morning when this life is o'er,
I'll fly away;
To a home on Celestia's godly shore,
I'll fly away, I'll fly away.
"I'll fly away, Oh Glory
I'll fly away; in the morning
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by,
I'll fly away, I'll fly away.
"When the shadows of this life have gone,
I'll fly away;
Like a bird from prison bars has flown,
I'll fly away, I'll fly away.
"I'll fly away, Oh Glory
I'll fly away, in the morning
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by,
I'll fly away, I'll fly away.
"Just a few more weary days and then,
I'll fly away;
To a land where joy shall never end,
I'll fly away, I'll fly away."
Once she stops singing she carries on the instrumental for a couple more stanzas and with a final strum finishes, sitting there in silence. She has a tense smile and when she opens her eyes a couple of teardrops drip down her cheeks.
She winks at him. "One more, then you can tell me all about your woodworking."
She starts on a tune that's also from the countryside, but slower and more repetitious than the last, thus it's much easier for her hooves to pluck the strings correctly. She closes her tunes and sings:
"Some glad morning when this life is o'er,
I'll fly away;
To a home on Celestia's godly shore,
I'll fly away, I'll fly away.
"I'll fly away, Oh Glory
I'll fly away; in the morning
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by,
I'll fly away, I'll fly away.
"When the shadows of this life have gone,
I'll fly away;
Like a bird from prison bars has flown,
I'll fly away, I'll fly away.
"I'll fly away, Oh Glory
I'll fly away, in the morning
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by,
I'll fly away, I'll fly away.
"Just a few more weary days and then,
I'll fly away;
To a land where joy shall never end,
I'll fly away, I'll fly away."
Once she stops singing she carries on the instrumental for a couple more stanzas and with a final strum finishes, sitting there in silence. She has a tense smile and when she opens her eyes a couple of teardrops drip down her cheeks.
>>154649
He tilts his head, definitely smiling
"Why don't you try to sing for a restaurant or a club or a bar?"
He tilts his head, definitely smiling
"Why don't you try to sing for a restaurant or a club or a bar?"
>>154650
"I'll try someday, but I ain't really good enough and I don't know enough songs to keep nightlife going. My dream is, maybe, one day to get into music school, then I could be good enough and make everypony proud."
"I'll try someday, but I ain't really good enough and I don't know enough songs to keep nightlife going. My dream is, maybe, one day to get into music school, then I could be good enough and make everypony proud."
>>154651
“Why not buy a music book?” He asks
“Or listen to other musicians. Like that Griffin who played last night at Maurice.”
“Why not buy a music book?” He asks
“Or listen to other musicians. Like that Griffin who played last night at Maurice.”
>>154652
"That griffon was great and I'm really happy to have heard him! I wish I could go to Maurice more often, but you know how things are. You're right though, I should see if I can pick up a music book that works with a mandolin." With one hoof she strokes his mane in appreciation.
"That griffon was great and I'm really happy to have heard him! I wish I could go to Maurice more often, but you know how things are. You're right though, I should see if I can pick up a music book that works with a mandolin." With one hoof she strokes his mane in appreciation.
>>154654
She continues stroking his mane, and asks, "Do you know what time it is? Maybe we should go to bed."
She continues stroking his mane, and asks, "Do you know what time it is? Maybe we should go to bed."
>>154656
"Woah, that's late…why don't you stay overnight with me? It's cold and it ain't safe out, we can go to your place in the morning." She gives him the bedroom eyes to sweeten the deal.
"Woah, that's late…why don't you stay overnight with me? It's cold and it ain't safe out, we can go to your place in the morning." She gives him the bedroom eyes to sweeten the deal.
>>154658
"Better to not justify her worries by walkin' through a risky neighborhood. You're safe here," Amber reasons. She continues to reassure him, "I can explain it all to her myself if you'd like."
"Better to not justify her worries by walkin' through a risky neighborhood. You're safe here," Amber reasons. She continues to reassure him, "I can explain it all to her myself if you'd like."
>>154660
"I mean, I can't blame her for wanting a chaperone, but is it really better than trottin' home tonight? But…I can hire a taxi if you'd like." She looks at him pleadingly.
"I mean, I can't blame her for wanting a chaperone, but is it really better than trottin' home tonight? But…I can hire a taxi if you'd like." She looks at him pleadingly.
"What'cha want me here for?" He asks, with an almost mischievous smile
>>154663
He places a hoof to his chin, and looks at her quizzically
"Hmmm... Do you want me around to do anything in particular?"
He places a hoof to his chin, and looks at her quizzically
"Hmmm... Do you want me around to do anything in particular?"
>>154666
Amber doesn't wait for his affirmation. She hops down, puts her mandolin away, and walks across the room to turn off the lights. Before he knows it she's trying to pull the crisp, clean blanket and sheet out from underneath him and cover him up.
Amber doesn't wait for his affirmation. She hops down, puts her mandolin away, and walks across the room to turn off the lights. Before he knows it she's trying to pull the crisp, clean blanket and sheet out from underneath him and cover him up.
>>154668
She stops what she's doing, then a moment later he hears a click as the light flickers on. "Smart move. I think there's a phone in the lobby…."
She stops what she's doing, then a moment later he hears a click as the light flickers on. "Smart move. I think there's a phone in the lobby…."
>>154669
He gets up, and excitedly leaves Amber's room
"Where's a phone?" He asks, heading into the hallway
He gets up, and excitedly leaves Amber's room
"Where's a phone?" He asks, heading into the hallway
>>154670
"I know the manager has one, and there probably is a pay phone down there…" she replies, nervously. She still doesn't entirely trust this place particularly at night. At least now they look less like revelers who took a romp in the woods, and more like a proper couple (or as some may guess, according to their coloration, brother and sister). She leads him downstairs.
"I know the manager has one, and there probably is a pay phone down there…" she replies, nervously. She still doesn't entirely trust this place particularly at night. At least now they look less like revelers who took a romp in the woods, and more like a proper couple (or as some may guess, according to their coloration, brother and sister). She leads him downstairs.
>>154671
There is indeed a payphone downstairs. Mustard Trim places in a few coins, and calls his home.
Does Amber watch this, or wait until he returns
There is indeed a payphone downstairs. Mustard Trim places in a few coins, and calls his home.
Does Amber watch this, or wait until he returns
>>154673
He tries to explain he's with a friend he made at work
His ears fall down, he seems to be berated, and he says a combination of half truths and lies.
It ends with him coming to Amber with that downtrodden expression. But he tells her
"Okay. I can stay now."
He tries to explain he's with a friend he made at work
His ears fall down, he seems to be berated, and he says a combination of half truths and lies.
It ends with him coming to Amber with that downtrodden expression. But he tells her
"Okay. I can stay now."
>>154674
She asks him, "What's wrong?" though inwardly she knows he was being dishonest to stay with her, and she feels a pang of guilt for pushing him to do so.
She asks him, "What's wrong?" though inwardly she knows he was being dishonest to stay with her, and she feels a pang of guilt for pushing him to do so.
>>154676
"I understand…."
She walks closely beside him up to her room, occasionally rubbing against him or swatting his backside with her tail.
"I understand…."
She walks closely beside him up to her room, occasionally rubbing against him or swatting his backside with her tail.
>>154677
"And I couldn't say you were a filly." He adds
He giggles at the swatting, and rubs against her. Then he lopes ahead of Amber, running to her room
"And I couldn't say you were a filly." He adds
He giggles at the swatting, and rubs against her. Then he lopes ahead of Amber, running to her room
>>154680
Amber locks the door behind her, switches off the light and climbs in beside him, pulling the blanket over both little ponies. Good thing I don't move in my sleep…, she thinks. To not hang over the edge her body is pressed up against his, their legs overlapping and their faces only inches apart on the single pillow. He can feel her hooves tracing on his back. It's much warmer and cozier than a cold, wet hill.
"We should thank Princess Cadenza we found each other," she remarks to him.
Amber locks the door behind her, switches off the light and climbs in beside him, pulling the blanket over both little ponies. Good thing I don't move in my sleep…, she thinks. To not hang over the edge her body is pressed up against his, their legs overlapping and their faces only inches apart on the single pillow. He can feel her hooves tracing on his back. It's much warmer and cozier than a cold, wet hill.
"We should thank Princess Cadenza we found each other," she remarks to him.
>>154681
"I don't know if I'd credit Cadenza." He says.
He takes his own hooves, and places them on her body. Lower on her body. And then lower on her body.
"I don't know if I'd credit Cadenza." He says.
He takes his own hooves, and places them on her body. Lower on her body. And then lower on her body.
>>154682
Would that be her rump? "Well, it's near miraculous I found some pony like you, so soon after coming to Baltimare, so…thank you, Princesses."
She takes a deep breath and he may sense that she's looking at him. "I…I love you," she confesses, for the first explicit time.
Would that be her rump? "Well, it's near miraculous I found some pony like you, so soon after coming to Baltimare, so…thank you, Princesses."
She takes a deep breath and he may sense that she's looking at him. "I…I love you," she confesses, for the first explicit time.
>>154684
She quivers against him and his touch, and he feels her hot breath against his neck before her muzzle nuzzles it.
"I know it."
She quivers against him and his touch, and he feels her hot breath against his neck before her muzzle nuzzles it.
"I know it."
>>154685
Grabbing her rump, he pulls her in closer, embracing her. He takes his hindleg, and touches her hindleg with it
Grabbing her rump, he pulls her in closer, embracing her. He takes his hindleg, and touches her hindleg with it
Amber reciprocates by moving her left foreleg around his neck and onto his withers, and lightly pressing her right against his loins (lower back). A tremulous sigh escapes her lips as she is gingerly touched, and he can feel her rear twist back and forth.
What she says next may just kill the mood, however. "Please don't wet yourself again," she requests.
What she says next may just kill the mood, however. "Please don't wet yourself again," she requests.
>>154688
"I had to take a shower. Please don't make me have to clean this bed, too," she says in an exasperated tone. "If you can't control yourself, the bathroom is right over there."
"I had to take a shower. Please don't make me have to clean this bed, too," she says in an exasperated tone. "If you can't control yourself, the bathroom is right over there."
>>154690
She stays silent too, wondering if she was too harsh just now. No! If he does it again it'll take forever to clean this, and I can't afford to replace the sheet and blanket. He really should know better. Another part of her is burning up with embarrassment at having brought this up, wondering if she ruined this moment–or even relationship–with this otherwise terrific colt.
She stays silent too, wondering if she was too harsh just now. No! If he does it again it'll take forever to clean this, and I can't afford to replace the sheet and blanket. He really should know better. Another part of her is burning up with embarrassment at having brought this up, wondering if she ruined this moment–or even relationship–with this otherwise terrific colt.
>>154691
"It's not 'wetting.' It's a love stain" He mumbles
His tone makes it obvious that his words are not a joke, or even intended to be heard by Amber at all. He says it in a passive aggressive tone he doubtless uses when directed by his mother, or by Saltlick. A form of resistance never intended to be heard by its target, but spoken to himself as he complies to their commands.
"It's not 'wetting.' It's a love stain" He mumbles
His tone makes it obvious that his words are not a joke, or even intended to be heard by Amber at all. He says it in a passive aggressive tone he doubtless uses when directed by his mother, or by Saltlick. A form of resistance never intended to be heard by its target, but spoken to himself as he complies to their commands.
>>154692
'Love stain,' is that what he calls it? she ponders. Is this an obsession with…but then, he didn't so much as glance when I was watering the flowers…maybe he was 'marking his territory' as if he was a dog…wow, colts are WEIRD, she concludes.
But she puts his apparent eccentricities aside and snuggles against him. He can just barely feel her teats tickling his stifle as she pecks him on the cheek.
'Love stain,' is that what he calls it? she ponders. Is this an obsession with…but then, he didn't so much as glance when I was watering the flowers…maybe he was 'marking his territory' as if he was a dog…wow, colts are WEIRD, she concludes.
But she puts his apparent eccentricities aside and snuggles against him. He can just barely feel her teats tickling his stifle as she pecks him on the cheek.
She feels the best thing is to provoke a reaction–unless if he actually wants to sleep, and he didn't seem more tired than she is. But that might make him more offended if he doesn't like to be touched, so she decides to ask him directly.
"Mustard…what's a 'love stain?'" She can feel her cheeks grow hot once the question leaves her lips, and is afraid she touched on something too private or intimate even for her.
"Mustard…what's a 'love stain?'" She can feel her cheeks grow hot once the question leaves her lips, and is afraid she touched on something too private or intimate even for her.
>>154697
"No, Semen" He says
There doesn't seem to be any effort on his part to try to preserve a sense of modesty.
"No, Semen" He says
There doesn't seem to be any effort on his part to try to preserve a sense of modesty.
>>154698
"What's that about the sea?" she mutters tiredly. This bizarre conversation is happening while she is nestled right up against him.
"What's that about the sea?" she mutters tiredly. This bizarre conversation is happening while she is nestled right up against him.
>>154701
"Uh..." "I... Guess so?" His tone is now awkward, which is a change from his earlier annoyance
"Uh..." "I... Guess so?" His tone is now awkward, which is a change from his earlier annoyance
>>154702
"Mmm…thanks…" the filly says, increasingly drowsily. She had a day probably much busier than Mustard's, having had to furnish her apartment before beating him in a race and having an intense 'cuddle session,' and it has caught up to her.
Reflecting on the past 24 hours, she realizes that she and Mustard have within that time gone from work acquaintances to a first date, a first kiss (she decides to not count what she did with Red Scabbard), him leaving a "love stain" on her, grooming each other, and now sleeping in the same bed as if they were married! Choosing to ignore possible implications of doing 'married things,' she considers this all remarkable. Is this what ponies are supposed to do on a first date? She doesn't think so, so is she doing something wrong or is she exceptionally lucky? Is Mustard Trim so peculiar or are all colts like this? So many questions, yet one thing remains sure:
"I love you…" she exclaims, before planting a kiss full on the lips. Her body is all tingly as it feels his chest rise and fall against hers, her hind leg brushing against his and his plot, and his hooves still on her sensitive haunches.
"Mmm…thanks…" the filly says, increasingly drowsily. She had a day probably much busier than Mustard's, having had to furnish her apartment before beating him in a race and having an intense 'cuddle session,' and it has caught up to her.
Reflecting on the past 24 hours, she realizes that she and Mustard have within that time gone from work acquaintances to a first date, a first kiss (she decides to not count what she did with Red Scabbard), him leaving a "love stain" on her, grooming each other, and now sleeping in the same bed as if they were married! Choosing to ignore possible implications of doing 'married things,' she considers this all remarkable. Is this what ponies are supposed to do on a first date? She doesn't think so, so is she doing something wrong or is she exceptionally lucky? Is Mustard Trim so peculiar or are all colts like this? So many questions, yet one thing remains sure:
"I love you…" she exclaims, before planting a kiss full on the lips. Her body is all tingly as it feels his chest rise and fall against hers, her hind leg brushing against his and his plot, and his hooves still on her sensitive haunches.
And so Amber falls asleep, warm and content. Who knows what awaits her tomorrow, or whether she'll have an interesting dream in the meantime?
Thank you for all the activity, and helping to develop a full in-game night with so much content in just a few days! I'll be able to play again on Wednesday at the latest, and even then a more relaxed pace would be fine.
Thank you for all the activity, and helping to develop a full in-game night with so much content in just a few days! I'll be able to play again on Wednesday at the latest, and even then a more relaxed pace would be fine.
>>154703
>>154704
So I read the last post without reading the first one in detail, and had this whole response planned out. Then I read the first post in detail, and I can see that Amber was attempting to initiate intimacy... then I fell asleep and stopped replying. The thing is, I think where Amber and Mustard are before falling asleep makes an ocean of difference, and it seems too important of an unknown factor to skip.
I have alternate posts for if we pick up where we left off, versus if we assume Amber just went to sleep
>>154704
So I read the last post without reading the first one in detail, and had this whole response planned out. Then I read the first post in detail, and I can see that Amber was attempting to initiate intimacy... then I fell asleep and stopped replying. The thing is, I think where Amber and Mustard are before falling asleep makes an ocean of difference, and it seems too important of an unknown factor to skip.
I have alternate posts for if we pick up where we left off, versus if we assume Amber just went to sleep
>>154705
"I'm tired," the biggest killer of any romantic moment for couples
jk, I am incorrigible and want to continue after the first post, instead of simply ending the day anticlimatically.
Also, I am going through personal upheavals and I only wish I could continue now to ease the pain already. Unfortunately I must wait a couple of days after the fact. Thank you again for your consisting and patient DMing, putting up with our autismand libido to attempt to write a heartfelt story. It means a lot, seriously.
"I'm tired," the biggest killer of any romantic moment for couples
jk, I am incorrigible and want to continue after the first post, instead of simply ending the day anticlimatically.
Also, I am going through personal upheavals and I only wish I could continue now to ease the pain already. Unfortunately I must wait a couple of days after the fact. Thank you again for your consisting and patient DMing, putting up with our autism
>>154712
Amber gets the feeling she has done him dirty when he has been nothing but kind if a little satyric toward her. Guilt creeps up from those little doubts. She places a foreleg across his chest as he's turned up on his back, halting him–however momentarily–from going further away.
"I'm sorry…" she whines softly into his ear. "You've been treating me as m-more than a friend, and I've been teasing, pushing, and assumin' when you deserve better. This has been a magic time fer me, and I've behaved like a little filly because…because I never had anything like it before, and-and I don't know how to react…" She sniffles, and her voice starts breaking up. "I-I don't know if we've b-been movin' too fast together, b-but I'm all alone in this b-big ol' city, and I ain't got anypony else." She rubs her teary cheek up against his. "P-please don't leave me, n-not yet at least…"
Inevitably, he's pulled the small blanket a little bit toward his end, exposing part of Amber's back to the cold air. Her hairs bristle in response.
Amber gets the feeling she has done him dirty when he has been nothing but kind if a little satyric toward her. Guilt creeps up from those little doubts. She places a foreleg across his chest as he's turned up on his back, halting him–however momentarily–from going further away.
"I'm sorry…" she whines softly into his ear. "You've been treating me as m-more than a friend, and I've been teasing, pushing, and assumin' when you deserve better. This has been a magic time fer me, and I've behaved like a little filly because…because I never had anything like it before, and-and I don't know how to react…" She sniffles, and her voice starts breaking up. "I-I don't know if we've b-been movin' too fast together, b-but I'm all alone in this b-big ol' city, and I ain't got anypony else." She rubs her teary cheek up against his. "P-please don't leave me, n-not yet at least…"
Inevitably, he's pulled the small blanket a little bit toward his end, exposing part of Amber's back to the cold air. Her hairs bristle in response.
>>154713
Somewhere, surely, there is some sort of way to control the heat in Amber’s apartment. But the temperature of her room is not all that much higher than that of the outside air. It’s cold inside.
Mustard Trim stops. He turns over, back to Amber. He places his foreleg back over Amber’s shoulders and back. He places his hind leg over Amber’s flank and lower body, and then places his thigh over her. He pulls her in, and it’s a tighter, closer embrace than she’s gotten with him before. Even on the hill. He places his muzzle over her head, and tries to move her mane to cover his face. He whimpers, and makes a jerking movement that implies crying.
Somewhere, surely, there is some sort of way to control the heat in Amber’s apartment. But the temperature of her room is not all that much higher than that of the outside air. It’s cold inside.
Mustard Trim stops. He turns over, back to Amber. He places his foreleg back over Amber’s shoulders and back. He places his hind leg over Amber’s flank and lower body, and then places his thigh over her. He pulls her in, and it’s a tighter, closer embrace than she’s gotten with him before. Even on the hill. He places his muzzle over her head, and tries to move her mane to cover his face. He whimpers, and makes a jerking movement that implies crying.
>>154714
She lets herself be embraced, the tearful grip of grief or fear being tighter even than that of passion, and perhaps more permanently bonding. However, more awkward even then comforting a sobbing fillyfriend is comforting a sobbing coltfriend, and she remains quiet, unsure of what to say or whether her own words brought on this change. She well and truly meant what she said; she messed up and caused him disappointment and misery this night. Is something wrong with her, perhaps she is even incapable of true love and only mistakes her selfish desires for it? All she can do is slowly stroke his mane, her own spirits flagging, her breath unsteady, and her mind wandering.
On this night they have been well and truly alone, with all the negatives as well as the positives. Desperation…despondence…once uncommon in Equestria, now affecting many ponies, too many ponies, and she can only wonder what acute loss he recalls at this moment. She sniffles again, and were there light she would be able to see only the tears that blur her vision; she can feel them soak into the pillow. Happiness and innocence are now fleeting even among families, torn and ground up and spit out by the travesty of war. The sun has truly set for good on Equestria, and her happy hopes are merely delusions from a lost time. This fling was her attempt to forget about all of that, but it is inescapable, at least in her mind. Slowly, she starts to sob quietly in turn.
She lets herself be embraced, the tearful grip of grief or fear being tighter even than that of passion, and perhaps more permanently bonding. However, more awkward even then comforting a sobbing fillyfriend is comforting a sobbing coltfriend, and she remains quiet, unsure of what to say or whether her own words brought on this change. She well and truly meant what she said; she messed up and caused him disappointment and misery this night. Is something wrong with her, perhaps she is even incapable of true love and only mistakes her selfish desires for it? All she can do is slowly stroke his mane, her own spirits flagging, her breath unsteady, and her mind wandering.
On this night they have been well and truly alone, with all the negatives as well as the positives. Desperation…despondence…once uncommon in Equestria, now affecting many ponies, too many ponies, and she can only wonder what acute loss he recalls at this moment. She sniffles again, and were there light she would be able to see only the tears that blur her vision; she can feel them soak into the pillow. Happiness and innocence are now fleeting even among families, torn and ground up and spit out by the travesty of war. The sun has truly set for good on Equestria, and her happy hopes are merely delusions from a lost time. This fling was her attempt to forget about all of that, but it is inescapable, at least in her mind. Slowly, she starts to sob quietly in turn.
>>154715
Mustard Trim does at least have the decency to not openly cry, even though there’s no escaping the fact that he wanted to. He holds it back, and does not express any emotion, nor say anything aloud.
He moves his muzzle through her mane, then lowers his snout to nuzzle her.
Mustard Trim does at least have the decency to not openly cry, even though there’s no escaping the fact that he wanted to. He holds it back, and does not express any emotion, nor say anything aloud.
He moves his muzzle through her mane, then lowers his snout to nuzzle her.
>>154716
Even if she were inanimate, he would likely feel better within a short time, for there is no greater comfort than the warm, fluffy form of a pony, even in one's deepest misery.
"Ah'm so sorry…I j-just, just wanted…to feel loved, to not think about, that…," she sobs. She tries to pull herself together, or at least quiet herself, but a choked wail escapes her lips. His snout moves through wet fur and he can practically taste the salt from her tears. "You, you deserve somepony better, I hurt you…I deserve to be left alone.…"
Even if she were inanimate, he would likely feel better within a short time, for there is no greater comfort than the warm, fluffy form of a pony, even in one's deepest misery.
"Ah'm so sorry…I j-just, just wanted…to feel loved, to not think about, that…," she sobs. She tries to pull herself together, or at least quiet herself, but a choked wail escapes her lips. His snout moves through wet fur and he can practically taste the salt from her tears. "You, you deserve somepony better, I hurt you…I deserve to be left alone.…"
>>154717
He rubs his left hoof on her shoulder, and moves his head down lower, to Amber’s level. His right eye is hidden in the bed, but his left eye is visible, gazing into Amber’s eyes. He moves his muzzle down, and rubs his snout against hers.
“I want you” he says
“Heh” he smiles
He rubs his left hoof on her shoulder, and moves his head down lower, to Amber’s level. His right eye is hidden in the bed, but his left eye is visible, gazing into Amber’s eyes. He moves his muzzle down, and rubs his snout against hers.
“I want you” he says
“Heh” he smiles
>>154718
She sniffles, and he can feel her hot, wet breath on his nose. The tears in her eyes glint with the dim light coming from the street, and he can see her mane on the side of her face. He can also feel the latter covering part of him like a blanket.
"You looked wounded earlier, then I caused you such embarrassment. I don't want to hurt such a nice colt like you…" Her right foreleg holds him by the withers close to herself.
She sniffles, and he can feel her hot, wet breath on his nose. The tears in her eyes glint with the dim light coming from the street, and he can see her mane on the side of her face. He can also feel the latter covering part of him like a blanket.
"You looked wounded earlier, then I caused you such embarrassment. I don't want to hurt such a nice colt like you…" Her right foreleg holds him by the withers close to herself.
>>154720
Amber gazes pleadingly into his eye.
"Please let me know if I'm doing something wrong or if I'm hurting you. I…I want to improve, because somepony like you deserves better."
Amber gazes pleadingly into his eye.
"Please let me know if I'm doing something wrong or if I'm hurting you. I…I want to improve, because somepony like you deserves better."
>>154721
He absolutely has a wide, embarrassed smile.
“It’s okay.”
He moves his muzzle in and kisses her in a sniping-kiss
He absolutely has a wide, embarrassed smile.
“It’s okay.”
He moves his muzzle in and kisses her in a sniping-kiss
>>154722
She lets her lips meet and form themselves to his. The mare nickers softly, and he can feel her heart beat stronger and faster.
She lets her lips meet and form themselves to his. The mare nickers softly, and he can feel her heart beat stronger and faster.
>>154723
He makes a quick kiss, pulls away, looks her in the eyes, and whinnies. He moves in for a longer, more serious kiss, as if understanding they have the whole night.
He makes a quick kiss, pulls away, looks her in the eyes, and whinnies. He moves in for a longer, more serious kiss, as if understanding they have the whole night.
>>154724
While their encounter on the hill was so fast due to a libidinous drive fueled by adrenaline and the grandeur of the scene, here they have only each other and Amber wants to make this night last. She lets him take the lead with the kiss as her purple eyes gaze longingly at him. Though reddened by crying, they're no longer watering.
While their encounter on the hill was so fast due to a libidinous drive fueled by adrenaline and the grandeur of the scene, here they have only each other and Amber wants to make this night last. She lets him take the lead with the kiss as her purple eyes gaze longingly at him. Though reddened by crying, they're no longer watering.
>>154725
He places his tongue in her mouth, and starts to move his leg up and down along her side. He rubs his hind leg against her flank
He places his tongue in her mouth, and starts to move his leg up and down along her side. He rubs his hind leg against her flank
>>154726
She welcomes this entrance, her own tongue pressed against the side of his. She coos softly as she is touched, her brushed fur getting ruffled a bit. Her own right hind leg had fallen away from his plot during that mournful moment and is now caught between his hocks. Her forehoof moves along the curvature of his back and loins.
She welcomes this entrance, her own tongue pressed against the side of his. She coos softly as she is touched, her brushed fur getting ruffled a bit. Her own right hind leg had fallen away from his plot during that mournful moment and is now caught between his hocks. Her forehoof moves along the curvature of his back and loins.
>>154727
His right foreleg, otherwise trapped underneath, presses into her chest and belly, while his left hoof moves up and behind her ears. He seems to enjoy this chance to get to know her better.
His right foreleg, otherwise trapped underneath, presses into her chest and belly, while his left hoof moves up and behind her ears. He seems to enjoy this chance to get to know her better.
>>154728
Time to break out the "equine conformation" Wiki article. I don't mean that sarcastically, it's actually a brilliant resource to help describe horses and ponies
Mustard can feel her pear-shaped ribs beneath her coat and musculature, though they're so close he cannot effectively move his foreleg. She can feel his hoof pressing into her belly every time one of them takes a breath, and though it's not uncomfortable any attempt at movement does tickle her lightly. Her ears flick at his contact out of instinct, but he can trace along the contours of her round head. Her soft, fuzzy muzzle presses and shifts against his as their tongues continue to mingle.
Amber's left foreleg is wrapped behind his neck and she rubs her pastern along his nape and the withers. Her right, meanwhile, has partly folded up and is feeling along his shoulder, ribs, and flank. Why not take this opportunity, after all, to learn about the body of one you love so dearly?
Time to break out the "equine conformation" Wiki article. I don't mean that sarcastically, it's actually a brilliant resource to help describe horses and ponies
Mustard can feel her pear-shaped ribs beneath her coat and musculature, though they're so close he cannot effectively move his foreleg. She can feel his hoof pressing into her belly every time one of them takes a breath, and though it's not uncomfortable any attempt at movement does tickle her lightly. Her ears flick at his contact out of instinct, but he can trace along the contours of her round head. Her soft, fuzzy muzzle presses and shifts against his as their tongues continue to mingle.
Amber's left foreleg is wrapped behind his neck and she rubs her pastern along his nape and the withers. Her right, meanwhile, has partly folded up and is feeling along his shoulder, ribs, and flank. Why not take this opportunity, after all, to learn about the body of one you love so dearly?
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>>154729
Amber is confirmed to be a cutie little patootie as the two press against each other under the blanket.
Mustard Trim starts to, as before on the hill, poke Amber in the belly. He certainly wants to be more than friends.
Amber is confirmed to be a cutie little patootie as the two press against each other under the blanket.
Mustard Trim starts to, as before on the hill, poke Amber in the belly. He certainly wants to be more than friends.
>>154730
What a qt. Reminds me that I ought to commission some art pieces soon
She freezes momentarily, as if debating with herself about whether to go forward, before rubbing noses with him and nickering lustily. His hoof and shaft can both feel her very soft, very warm flesh start to slowly squirm up against him.
What a qt. Reminds me that I ought to commission some art pieces soon
She freezes momentarily, as if debating with herself about whether to go forward, before rubbing noses with him and nickering lustily. His hoof and shaft can both feel her very soft, very warm flesh start to slowly squirm up against him.
>>154731
A large, excited smile moves across his face, and he stares into her eyes. He likewise nickers, and makes his own (nose) rubbing movement to match her. Then he presses his lips to her, and kisses her.
He moves his hooves around, and to the best of his ability, finds the hooves of her forelegs, and removes them from her position on his back. He takes her forelegs, and attempts to press his hooves against hers, so that each frog press against frog.
Further below, he very deliberately presses into her belly, so that there may no ignoring what he is doing.
A large, excited smile moves across his face, and he stares into her eyes. He likewise nickers, and makes his own (nose) rubbing movement to match her. Then he presses his lips to her, and kisses her.
He moves his hooves around, and to the best of his ability, finds the hooves of her forelegs, and removes them from her position on his back. He takes her forelegs, and attempts to press his hooves against hers, so that each frog press against frog.
Further below, he very deliberately presses into her belly, so that there may no ignoring what he is doing.
>>154732
Amber wears a gentle smile as her half-lidded eyes gaze into Mustard's own. A moment later, she is joined into a kiss and she licks his lips before tentatively pushing her tongue deeper. Before this, of course, she has turned away slightly to free his foreleg before joining him again, chest against chest, belly against belly, then stifle against stifle, and finally frog against frog. Once more he can feel her pert little nipples poke into his abdomen as they romantically kiss and hold each others' hooves the last, of course, being the lewdest thing they have done.
As his stallionhood expands it squeezes between two soft, warm bellies, its bottom exciting more pleasure either because of anatomy or because of contact with a very suitable mate. Its position may not be its designed outlet, whether Mustard Trim is aware of that or not, but the warmth and pressure aren't dissimilar. If she is feeling any trepidation she isn't showing it, perhaps being too busy.
Amber wears a gentle smile as her half-lidded eyes gaze into Mustard's own. A moment later, she is joined into a kiss and she licks his lips before tentatively pushing her tongue deeper. Before this, of course, she has turned away slightly to free his foreleg before joining him again, chest against chest, belly against belly, then stifle against stifle, and finally frog against frog. Once more he can feel her pert little nipples poke into his abdomen as they romantically kiss and hold each others' hooves the last, of course, being the lewdest thing they have done.
As his stallionhood expands it squeezes between two soft, warm bellies, its bottom exciting more pleasure either because of anatomy or because of contact with a very suitable mate. Its position may not be its designed outlet, whether Mustard Trim is aware of that or not, but the warmth and pressure aren't dissimilar. If she is feeling any trepidation she isn't showing it, perhaps being too busy.
>>154739
As their lips meet in warm embrace, so too does every portion of their hooves - at least Amber's right and his left. The wall, the frog, and those portions of the sole that can be reached are all measured against each other. Amber's hooves are more worn and more used than his, for what it's worth.
Between their bodies, Mustard presses against her teats, rubbing betwee them. He moves himself lower along her body, and begins slow thrusts of his lower body.
As their lips meet in warm embrace, so too does every portion of their hooves - at least Amber's right and his left. The wall, the frog, and those portions of the sole that can be reached are all measured against each other. Amber's hooves are more worn and more used than his, for what it's worth.
Between their bodies, Mustard presses against her teats, rubbing betwee them. He moves himself lower along her body, and begins slow thrusts of his lower body.
>>154741
Amber rubs the walls of her hooves against his, their roughness slowly grinding at his which are more typical for city-dwellers. She pushes out her soft frogs which strive to meet and touch his against
The trough of her thighs, with fuzzy, loose skin surrounded by veiny muscles on both sides feels especially titillating, as do her teats which seem to be attached in front in a 'Y' configuration, It is as well for Amber since she gently sighs when he passes across it. Due to her hind legs being splayed she cannot compress his tender part directly, but instead they push against both sides of his rump and she must be careful not to dig her hooves in.
Amber rubs the walls of her hooves against his, their roughness slowly grinding at his which are more typical for city-dwellers. She pushes out her soft frogs which strive to meet and touch his against
The trough of her thighs, with fuzzy, loose skin surrounded by veiny muscles on both sides feels especially titillating, as do her teats which seem to be attached in front in a 'Y' configuration, It is as well for Amber since she gently sighs when he passes across it. Due to her hind legs being splayed she cannot compress his tender part directly, but instead they push against both sides of his rump and she must be careful not to dig her hooves in.
>>154742
He breaks the kiss, and with his muzzle right in front of her face, asks,
"How far do you want to?"
He breaks the kiss, and with his muzzle right in front of her face, asks,
"How far do you want to?"
>>154743
Mustard can feel the warm air of her heavy breaths pass by his muzzle, as she replies, "I'd travel to the ends of the world with you, Mustard." Whether that's an answer he wants or whether she understood his meaning is another question entirely.
Mustard can feel the warm air of her heavy breaths pass by his muzzle, as she replies, "I'd travel to the ends of the world with you, Mustard." Whether that's an answer he wants or whether she understood his meaning is another question entirely.
>>154744
"Heheh" He moves in and kisses her. He breaks contact with her hooves to move his own forelegs around her body, towards her lower back.
He moves his hindleg down, stretching it off the end of the bed, and moves his genitals down until it is almost, but not quite, contacting hers.
"Heheh" He moves in and kisses her. He breaks contact with her hooves to move his own forelegs around her body, towards her lower back.
He moves his hindleg down, stretching it off the end of the bed, and moves his genitals down until it is almost, but not quite, contacting hers.
Amber relishes the kiss, feeling tingles from it as well as from his forelegs touching her loins. As he moves himself down some confusion springs into her mind. Is he really getting off the bed? However, she doesn't stop him but waits for the next move, her heart beating rapidly.
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