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He stares at her in the moonlight, and looks her body up and down.

Amber gets a headstart

She leaps ahead without looking back, bounding through the grass as quickly as he short legs can carry her. Her tail is raised behind her, but given the light level it's unlikely Mustard Trim would get a good view if indeed his mind is filled with bawdy thoughts.

>>154438
Mustard takes a moment to dart off after her. "Hey!"
He runs shortly behind her for some way, then pulls to her side, and then ahead

"Heheheh"

There is grass, brush, and trees. Following through a natural path along the way allows the couple to race up the hillside, up and away from the road, and into a brush and tree filled areas separate from the world around them, but allowing a view out to the sea through gaps in the trees. He races along, still wearing his jacket, and performing less well as time goes on, falling behind her in parts of the pathway where it narrows down to the width of one pony.

>>154439
Amber continues to gallop, focusing more on the trail ahead than on Mustard. She jumps over tree roots, tries not to slip on corners, and ducks under tree branches along this spontaneous race. Despite it being night her color makes it easy for him to track her.

>>154440
He generally tries to keep beside her

Sand and dust on the trail with a few spots of mud. Grass and bushes like she knew back home. Oak and cypress trees with the occasional pine to the sides. And a bejeweled nighttime sky hanging above them.

>>154441
Their hoofbeats thunder along, kicking up mud and sand while the duo make bushes shake and stir as they brush along. Amber doesn't try to completely outpace him, just beat him by a comfortable margin.

>>154442
He overtakes her more than once in an inconsistent performance. His breathes become labored the two reach the top of the hill.

>>154444
Despite the chill of the air and the lack of warmup, Amber feels only energized after that rigorous run. Once she crests the hill she hesitates and looks back to see if he wants to continue or stop.

>>154444
>>154445
~[1d20 = 10]

>>154445
>>154444
He's content with the view.

>>154447
Amber circles around back to him, her breathing heavy but not labored. She grins as she approaches and playfully swats his head with her tail as she walks past. She then turns and sits, facing him.

>>154448
The stallion beat her in short sprints. But it's clear who works outdoors, and who conserved her energy better.

He smiles, taking heavy breaths. He walks over, and sits perpendicular to her, next to her. Smiling.

>>154449
She nuzzles her forehead up against his neck. "You sure know how to burn the wind. Not bad."

>>154450
"Heh" His small laugh is followed by an immediate breath.

Her nuzzling, however, is followed by rather aggressive movements on his part. He rubs the underside of his muzzle on the top of her head, and then places his right foreleg over her shoulder.

She giggles lightly as she rubs her cheek against the leather of his jacket, reciprocating by putting her left leg around his shoulder and holding him tight.

>>154452
He pulls her in, and places both hooves on her naked upper body.

He rubs his chin against her ears

>>154453
He's only slightly larger than her so she is forced to bow her head, her mane looking like a garnet waterfall on the side of her head facing out. She returns the hug quite strongly, her hooves able to be felt through the leather, as well as her warmth.

>>154454
A single car passes far below, and a bird caws. But besides these sounds and the wind blowing the leaves of trees, all is silent. There are indeed moments when the wind hardly blows at all, and the night is still.

He pulls himself up, and somewhat over her, still hugging her.

>>154455
She lets herself fall backwards off her haunches onto her back, maintaining her hold over Mustard Trim who is now lying on top of him. She flashes an affectionate grin, but otherwise does not make a noise as she hooks her hind legs around his back as well, pressing their bodies fully together. It's not uncomfortable, but he isn't really able to move without breaking free.

>>154456
"Woah!"
He moves along with her, his legs apart to stand over her, and look down.

A pair of clouds move across the sky at pace, and Amber can see not merely the stars that ornament the black, but the nebula, the planets, and the slow moving high altitude clouds

"Hehe"
This is when he moves his mouth in, and presses his lips to hers.

>>154457
She looks up at the sky in wonderment as she locks lips. Not only does she do so, but this is a romantic kiss and so she tentatively interjects her tongue into his mouth, just as she received on that first kiss which was robbed from her. A furious blush colors her cheeks as she feels tingly and hot. "Mmmnh~," she can't help but moan into his mouth.

However, Amber doesn't permit him to stand over her, instead he's directly on her. The leglock presses their bellies together as they feel their short hairs intermingle. His sheath is likewise trapped between their lower abdomens.

>>154458
He moves his lips against hers, and timidly moves his tongue to meet hers. He closes his eyes, focusing on the kiss. A breath escapes through his nostrils, and through his mouth, now filled in part with Amber's tongue.

Mustard Trim doesn't really seem to know what he's doing. Certainly not like Red Scabbard. Nor does he force her mouth to his the way that Red Scabbard did.

Though Amber has her hind legs wrapped over his flank, he tries to move his own lower body away. It isn't hard to feel why. Or rather it is hard, and she can feel it slowly but certainly hardening and pressing against her.

>>154459
Amber continues to focus fully on the kiss, her tongue playfully wrestling with his for a moment before exploring his mouth, moving around his teeth. Such intimacy is new, almost forbidden territory for the both of them and she lets herself be taken away in the rapture of this moment.

She doesn't seem to notice what's happening lower, and she keeps him from moving away even as this new member squeezes up between them. Her heartbeat races as she gets more jittery from this strange pleasure. She squirms her torso about, her soft belly hairs rubbing against the sensitive underside of his tip. Just above her thighs, he can also feel a pair of shallow, fleshy domes pressing their firm points into his lower abdomen.

>>154460
He tries pressing his tongue against the top of her tongue, and even wrapping around the bottom. He tries opening his mouth more so to let her in, and moving his open lips closer together. He has his eyes closed sometimes, and locked to hers at others.

He takes his forelegs, and moves them around her shoulders, around her neck, and under her mane, pulling her closer to him, and embracing her soft fur. He pulls her deeper into the kiss, almost trapping her.

Further below, she can feel him pressing against a significant portion of her belly. He pulls him self upwards once, rubbing against her fur, but is able to stop himself from making humping motions.

>>154461
She lets him touch her tongue with his in a sort of improvised oral dance, moving her lips along his own without breaking the kiss. She "grabs" his tongue and pulls hers back into her mouth, as if inviting him to make the same journey. Her soft purple eyes peer deep into his own as she's held into the kiss. This is it–she's finally kissed a colt and it's more than she could dream of. The desire to stay with, even meld with, this other being is overwhelming and it's heavenly.

That unfamiliar yet pleasurable tingling feeling has permeated her whole body. She can feel a bit of "leaking" in her privates as they become an epicenter of that sensation, which only excites this carnal thrill all the more. She hopes he will not notice because of the embarrassment, but the way her body reacts to what essentially is a hug and a kiss is leaving her short-breathed.

Her squirming has calmed down somewhat into slower undulating movements, even as she continues to hold him tight. He can feel himself pressed up against one soft teat and then the other, all the while being brushed by amber-colored hairs. Even though it's not sex as he understands it, and she is not aware of it as that at all, it is quite titillating, especially as the source is a warm, sweet, and apparently raunchy mare.

>>154462
Understandable, thank you for continuing as long as you did

>>154464
Awwwwww......

>>154463
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v3cRWJcZjW4

Mustard Trim accepts the invitation to place a part of himself inside of her. He pushes his tongue in, a little at first, and then as deep as he can manage it. He attempts to feel not merely her tongue and the inside of her cheeks, but the roof of her mouth, and her teeth. His haphazard exploratorily intrusion is not always the most pleasant sensation, and he'll stop to try to feel more of her.

He tries to rub her shoulder and her fur, and to pull his hoof through her mane. He inadvertently tugs her hair on a few occasions, also not the most pleasant of all sensations.

Down below, however, he has grown and grown bolder. His unsheathed genitals rub and poke against her belly, and lay overtop of her womb. Amber has had the opportunity to see his sheath before. What may surprise her is just how long his genitals are, and how far up her belly it extends. Exactly how this could hide inside his body may perhaps be a mystery. She can feel him slowly start rubbing against her, against her soft belly, her fur, and she can feel him rub against and between her two equally exposed teats. Slowly, he begins humping motions.

>>154465
Amber has to overcome the instinct of repulsion toward another pony licking inside her mouth as their saliva combines. She continues pressing her mouth up to his, her head tilted to prevent their snouts from butting up against each other. She coos softly, the sound waves resonating into his mouth.

Although the pinprick of pain from getting a hair pulled now and then does cause some annoyance, she doesn't let such rough grooming bother her. Whereas before she kept her hooves pressed into him as in a vice grip, now she copies his motions, feeling through his mane and tracing the contours of his neck, withers and upper back, at least as possible it can be with his jacket on. Meanwhile, her rear hooves are doing much the same, pressing into his rump and flank at her hooves move up and down his croup, around his thighs and his lower back. It's not quite a massage yet feels quite odd to be touched there, and she never actually lets go of him.

Whereas before she may simply have not noticed his intimate physiology due to being enraptured by the kiss, it's quite unmistakeable now. She casts away thoughts about what kind of beings can change shape and size, and what they use their parts for. She inadvertently shudders, perhaps out of this fear but moreso because of the newfound intensity of such sensations, and she focuses on the latter. The tickling of her inner thigh, the jostling of her mammaries, the slight but unmistakeable twitch of her lower lips…each fills her with heady pleasure as she simply wants to prolong this warm contact on the chilly night. Her body only encourages this as it does what it's designed for, a barely perceptible yet arousing musky smell arising from their union. He can feel the faint outlines of muscle on her belly as he shifts up and down, while her breaths tighten or loosen the space around his member.

>>154466
From Mustard's perspective, surely he must be able to see Amber's soft, purple eyes reflecting the moonlight, and the stars of the heavens reflected from the black of her eyes. Yet Amber cannot experience the same. Mustard Trim keeps his eyes closed for extended periods of time, probably half of all of the time they are locked together. His face is dark and shrouded against the starry sky above her. She can't much see his face at all, save for a part of his dark yellow muzzle that appears in the moonlight, and the soft blue rings of his eyes.

His mane starts to fall down. Amber gets a feel of his straight mane, of the bones under his shoulders, and can feel his ribs. If she presses up, underneath his jacket, she can feel his fur, and press into the skin underneath. Mustard Trim simply maintains his grip on her, as he focuses on her mouth and lower body.

Her hind legs have a different experience. His rump and flank are naked, and her own fur and skin rub directly against his. She can feel him unmediated. Her hindlegs cannot contain him, and do not. He wants to hump her, and that is what he does, moving up and down along her.

His genitals continue to poke into her belly, and to rub against her teats. What she feels depends on where she is in her breath, and where he is in his thrust. Sometimes the touch is light, sometimes he rubs firmly, and sometimes she's poked in the belly. He moves his body a little further away from her. Her chest still contacts the fur of his, exposed under his hanging jacket. But he moves lower, and further away. At one point, he almost gets caught on her clitoris. Almost. She can feel the rub, and he moves right past her clitoris, and to her teats. As he moves in and up her, she can feel his testicles just barely touch the end of her lips.

Mustard makes no sound save for a couple grunts, and a number of labored breaths. But indeed he does breath heavily, sometimes blowing air through his nostrils onto Amber, and sometimes breathing into her mouth.

[1d20 = 16]

>>154467
As Amber continues the kiss, their hot breath intermingling and steaming in the chill air, she continues to look at him with intense love–or lust, depending on how cynical one is. She longs to be able to see her first–perhaps only–lover better, rather than hidden by shadow. But he is able to see every detail on her face, every eyelash and the individual yellow and white hairs on her face. Her mouth still has the odd taste combination of creamy chowder and sweet chocolate.

She tries to put her hooves under his jacket, though it doesn't have to be a tight fit to make that a difficult task.

The filly quietly gasps whenever she feels the soft pressure of firm flesh up against her belly. When he pulls back she seems to panic for a moment, afraid that he's leaving her at this most tender moment. However, his push forward, as it grazes and pushes against the bare skin of her vulva wrapped around her clitoris, pleasures her at least as much as it does him. She jitters and moans more loudly into his mouth, squirming as his privates push up between her legs. Once again she pushes her tongue into his mouth, the tip groping around behind his teeth.

As if afraid he'll pull away again, she shifts her hind legs back and behind his rump, digging her hooves into his buttocks to keep him there. This has the effect that if he wanted to penetrate her, he would not be able to unless if he broke away violently, and he's limited to shorter movements from between her muscular thighs, up between her smooth breasts, and up against her stomach.

>>154468
He makes a smile as she touches his teeth, evidently finding the sensation as strange as she does.

When Amber locks him into place, he stops the kiss, and stops his movement. He pulls his head away and looks into her eyes. She can see his soft blue eyes, his mane hanging down on the side, and his long muzzle. A bit of spit hangs from his lips. A few seconds of staring into Amber's eyes, and he moves back in, pressing his lips to hers, and placing his tongue into her mouth.

With that part of Amber off limits, he resumes making love to her teats, her belly, and her inner thighs. She feels a ring in his flesh press against the flesh of her teats. She feels, and now can hear, him make fast, short thrusts across her belly and teats. His movements are quick and consistent. There's a kind of commitment to these movements she hasn't seen in him before.

Minute, after minute, after minute, he continues, humping her teats, and pressing his tongue into her mouth

>>154469
When he hangs in space between kisses Mustard can see Amber gazing up at him, breathing heavily and expectantly. She closes her eyes and keeps them closed as they resumed, shivering with pleasure.

Her hind legs have relaxed a little, now rubbing their hooves up and down his rear. She can't quite reach around to touch his perineum, but they do brush him in a sensitive place where he probably isn't used to being touched. Yet another way Amber has touched a stallion in a new way. As they do so the space between her thighs tightens and loosens, with the sensation he feels alternating between the soft touch of just her fur to a stronger grip he must struggle to squeeze between. Her teats aren't entirely hairless except for the nipples themselves–which poke into and move around his abdomen–but are covered with a fuzz like a peach. He can feel distinctly that they are not deep enough to make a "canyon" for his member to fit entirely within, but are decently wide and form a pleasant cushion.

His mate beneath him moans intermittently, usually when his medial ring as well as his tip press into her flesh just so, or when his scrotum bounces up against her vulva. This entire form of embrace and his rhythmic motions feel strange, even dirty, for Amber, but somehow right and natural too, and this odd combination causes trills of pleasure bouncing from her mouth, tail, and everywhere in between.

>>154470
Mustard wicks his tail on a few occasions, and makes a small whinny, besides labored breaths

As Amber relaxes, and lets her guard down, there is another moment where he slows down, and it seems he will again pull back and away to shift his position. But this is not so, and he resumes his pattern of movements, quickly rubbing himself against her. He places a forehoof under her head, to help pull her muzzle to his.

He continues, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, until Amber can feel it. A spurt of liquid issues forth from him, and pours onto her belly. He doesn't seem to notice, but moves forward at the same speed, pulling liquid back, and spreading it along her belly, even mixing it into her fur. And then another small spurt of liquid, and another, and another, and another, as he makes grunts, and continues to thrust. Each thrust spreads the sticky liquid around her belly, and rubs it into her fur. With a final squirt, he pulls away. A small puddle is left on Amber's fur, only a few inches of fur, skin and flesh separate from Amber's womb.

>>154471
Amber was wondering for how long he would continue these odd motions, and why he was doing them in the first place. When he slows down, she thinks, He must be getting tired of this strange exercise, before delighting in another kiss.

Then he finds release, and she feels an odd throbbing and pulsing against her before the wetness seeps through her fur. Her eyes widen in shock and she pulls back from the kiss, still breathing heavily though at a loss for words. As their bodies were pressed so tightly together, there is almost as much of the liquid on him as on her, and when he pulls away thick, slimy strands hang between them before falling back to that orgasmic puddle. The young mare swallows, takes a deep breath and asks,

"Did you…did you just wet on me?"

>>154472
He completely moves off of her

"No" he says, almost defensively

He starts giggling, taking a breath, giggling, and taking another breath in succession.

As he pulls away, he moves his jacket aside to try to keep it clean, and he sits up at an angle, attempting to use his thigh to hide himself. He fails, but he's clearly trying.

>>154473
Almost in contrast, she remains lying down but raises her head and upper body as far as she is able to in order to have a look at herself. Her fur is matted and wet all along her lower body, and some of the liquid has dripped down her sides, but a tablespoonful remains pooled between her belly button and teats.

"You did," she says loudly, though more as a statement than as an accusation. Her own arousal has largely died down as a result of this development and thoughts keep pouring through her brain. Did he "let himself go" on purpose or accidentally from the excitement? All she can mutter is, "Ew."

>>154474
“Hehehe, I’m sorry, hehehe.” He sits upright with the toothiest grin his cheeks can manage. He continuously takes loud breathes in, abs then laughs between every breath.

Well, at least it isn’t that much liquid?

>>154475
"Colts are weird…" she mutters as she flips onto her side and staggers onto her hooves. It's not much liquid at all, but she stiffens as she can feel it drip off her onto the thirsty grass below. She shakes herself off to get dirt and leaves out of her hair, but there's no way she can put her dress on now.

Mustard's first–perhaps only–conquest still looks to wear an expression that is a mixture of umbrage, disgust and embarrassment. It's not the same as drooling on myself, she thinks. We were cuddling, and he had an accidenton me, without warning, and now he's laughing about it! What a gross joke!

>>154476
The laughter starts to slowly subside, as does the breathing and the smile

“Sorry….”

Schedule changed, I can play tomorrow, just not on Sunday

>>154477
Her expression softens somewhat and she sits by him, nuzzling his cheek briefly. "The rest of it made up for it. It was fun…but still weird. How are you feelin'?"

>>154478
“Hehehe, I’m sorry, hehehe, I like you, hehehe”

He’s rocking back and forth slightly, his tail is curled around his hind legs. He has pulled his right thigh and his jacket in what appears to be an attempt to cover himself. His smile remains unnaturally wide

>>154479
So this is what he's like when he's embarrassed. He's awfully cute when he's embarrassed. She resumes the pose she had briefly before their moment of passion, leaning against him while she puts a foreleg around his shoulders. "I like you too. I ain't ever gotten so close to a colt before, and I'm starting to see why fillies chase after them." She shyly smiles and kisses his cheek.

>>154480
The disgusting substance is still plastered all over Amber’s belly.

He continues his low volume laugh, though it subsides more and more, and he has moments where he’s able to keep his mouth closed completely. He places his foreleg over her, and starts nuzzling her neck and cheeks.

>>154481
She nuzzles him back, looking out over the horizon and trying to make out constellations. "We really need to wash up…my place has a shower, and I can't imagine you trying to go home in the state you are now."

>>154482
He closes his mouth, and looks up to Amber. His fur looks nearly golden in the moonlight, and his jacket is dark snd hard to see.

“Go home?”

>>154483
Her own ruddy mane is quite disheveled compared to when they left the restaurant, with stray hairs every which way as well as numerous knots. The chilly air has mostly dried out her belly, but her fur is now almost flaky. She runs a hoof over it with a grimace. "Whenever you want, there ain't any rush. I'm content just stayin' here for now, if that's alright with you."

>>154476
>Mustard's first–perhaps only–conquest still looks to wear an expression that is a mixture of umbrage, disgust and embarrassment.
I appreciate the effort to shit-talk Mustard, and the echo of the statement about Amber’s lover, but I think you’re being a little to generous to call what he did a “conquest.”

>>154484
He nuzzles her again
“I don’t want to go home.”

>>154485
lol, true

She presses her muzzle against his neck, taking in his scent. "We don't have to…you want to camp out here instead?" Her voice wavers with hesitancy regarding this prospect.

>>154486
He smells like…..

chlorine

Mostly he doesn’t have a smell, though there is more than a hint of sweat.

“No… I don’t really want to stay the night here. I guess we can head back.”

>>154487
Amber stands up, shifting her weight back and forth a few seconds to stretch her legs before turning to go. She smiles at Mustard with lidded eyes. "Maybe we can camp here for real another time?" she asks.

>>154488
He’s stopped laughing, stopped breathing audibly, and stopped smiling. He moves his muzzle down, and looks at the mess he has created.

“Maybe we can” he says. “I think this will be a nice place to come back to.”

>>154489
She tries to find the trail they came up on. She's taking deep breaths of the cool fresh air. "Thanks for taking me here, it really is magical. And for the…uh, cuddling."

>>154490
“Magical” he says. “That’s a good way to say it.” He pauses for a moment. “We don’t have to be done cuddling”

There may be a moment where Amber fears she’s lost the trail, but she does find it, as it leads away from the clearing, down the hill.

>>154491
She giggles as she proceeds down the hill. "I'm open to it, almost anytime. It's uh, bunches of fun," she says, blushing and looking behind her.

>>154492
He moves besides her, and tries to rub himself against her. For most of the walk, he focuses on her, though he occasionally looks at the stars, or at the pine trees. Mustard proceeds slowly. The trees make a rustling sound as the wind blows.

“This has been fun.” He says

>>154493
Amber has no objection to being rubbed, or rubbing him back. She's content to know he's there, and enjoys the feel of the cool earth underneath her hooves and the soft breeze blowing through her mane. Part of the way back she stops suddenly. "Sorry, nature calls and I can't hold it the rest of the way," she says with a blush on her cheeks.

She trots over next to a tree, turns around to face him, and flips her tail over her back. Immediately a shimmering, heavy stream arches up from her backside and audibly splashes onto the ground. She looks straight ahead, not saying anything and avoiding eye contact.

>>154494
He is a little surprised, but turns his head away from her, making an awkward grimace.

>>154495
She clearly needed to relieve herself, as the stream lasts for half a minute then stops, only for it to resume for another ten seconds. When she finally finishes, she leaves the steaming patch and rejoins him with an awkward smile on her face. "Shall we go?"

>>154496
"Heh. Yeah" He says. He joins her by her side, walking the trail down the side of the hill, going closer to the road. The wind is cool.

>>154497
"My dress is on a tree branch hereabouts…" she says, looking around for it.

>>154498
Roll die. Wisdom modifier

"You... should get that" he says

>>154500
Found it. It's on a branch tucked just a little ways away from the road, though not visible from there.

>>154501
"Glad I found it so readily. It's important to have a good sense of direction on an outing like this," she says with a grin and a wink. She folds the dress and carries it on her back.

>>154502
"Yeah" He waits for her, and looks around him. He looks a little surprised

"How'd you find that so easily?"

>>154504
He looks over at the moss-covered rock.

"Huh.... well... That's neat."

The two walk along the road, and near the cliffs. An automobile drives by, and the two are illuminated in the headlights for a moment. The restaurant and shop are visible off in the distance, further away.

>>154505
Amber makes sure they're well on the side of the road. She hopes those establishments will be open after all the romping in the woods they've been up to.

>>154506
The restaurant is still open, with a light on. It must not be that late.

>>154507
She pauses to straighten up her appearance, at least what little she can, and approaches the building with Mustard.

>>154508
She still has substance caked over her belly, but her jacket helps. Mustard Trim adjusts his jacket, trying to cover himself.

Inside, a grey stallion cleans a table, a couple customers dine in one booth, and the pink mare sits in a chair reading what seems to be a textbook not far from the door.

>>154509
Fortunately, the belly is one of the least visible parts of a pony, and at least she isn't discolored or smelling particularly strongly.

She whispers to Mustard, "Who should we ask?"

>>154510
Of his own initiative, he approaches the pink mare as she sits and reads the... it looks like a math book, and asks her

"Hey, can you still help call that taxi?"
He has an awkward smile while she tries to evaluate him and her

>>154511
Amber stands behind Mustard and paws the ground while smiling awkwardly at her. Oh darn, I should have figured he would have approached the pretty filly. She's smart too, it's a good thing she doesn't live close to his house…

>>154512
It's Precalculus, by the way. The mare could absolutely be Amber's classmate, and she is thinner and lankier than her.

She answers Mustard's request
"Sure. Let me call one"
She stands up, moves over, and makes a call on the rotary phone

>>154513
When the mare isn't looking her way, she squints to try to discern any details or characteristics. Probably won't be a serious contender for Mustard's affections, but you never know after all.

>>154516
>Filler
well that's disappointing

Her mane is well kept, she has a thinner overall appearance, and she doesn't speak much.

>>154517
Oof, didn't mean I didn't appreciate it. I just don't like pushing you to spend half an hour thinking of/describing characters who probably won't appear again.

Do colts prefer thinner mares? I think they do… she thinks to herself. But she's much less worried about Mustard than last time she was in the restaurant.

>>154518
>Not putting effort into one-shot characters

While waiting for the taxi, he strikes up a conversation with her. Her name is Aster Spring. She lives in the nearby town of Maretime Bay (not Baltimare, fortunately for Amber) and is a senior in a public highschool there who is having difficulty with precalculus. Her father, the grey stallion who is helping clean up tables, owns this restaurant and has been running it for a decade. She helps him out here. Business has indeed not been great, especially since the invasion of the east coast. It has, however, been better in the last year or so, with Winter simply being a normal off-season.

Mustard speaks about being a waiter. He confesses that he suspects that he's being singled out at work for worse sections.

Taxi's here

>>154519
"I work at the same restaurant, and I can attest that it really does seem like that," she pipes up. "The restaurant business is pretty tough. Do you think things will get better after you graduate?"

>>154520
"I'll be staying for the summer" She answers.
"Then I think I will go to college"

>>154522
"I don't know yet" She answers

"I'll be applying this semester. My father will miss the help."

>>154523
"Well then…best of luck, and thank you for the taxi call" says Amber with a small smile.

She bumps Mustard's cheek with her forehead. "I think I heard the car outside."

>>154524
he is bumped
The two go outside into the night to the waiting taxi. A green earth pony stallion is the driver, and the two get into the back. Mustard Trim opens the door for her

>>154525
"Thank you!" She hops in and sets her dress down next to her. She sits in the middle of the bench with her forelegs between her hind legs and waits for Mustard to hop in.

>>154526
He enters next to her and asks "Uh, where should I take you?"

>>154527
"Um, my apartment, unless if you've got somethin' else in mind," she says, beaming at him.

>>154528
He smiles, flattered

“I’m… not sure where else. Why don’t you tell the driver where to go?”

>>154529
She shrugs. There's nowhere else they should really go in the state they're in. Leaning forward, she says, "Driver, can you take us to…" and gives him her address.

>>154530
The two begin the long drive back into the city.

>>154531
She speaks up. "This sure is better than trotting the whole way back. That could have taken all night."

>>154532
"Yeah, I'd hate to have to trot that whole way. The hill and back was enough." He attempts to smile.

He turns and looks to her, gazing longingly.

>>154533
She turns to him and bows her head to plant her forehead against his, looking deep into his eyes as well.

>>154534
Before, under the light of the restaurant near the door, Amber could discern the individual frazzled hairs on his mane, the creases on his jacket, and the dirt on his legs. But in the backseat of the taxi, her view of him returns to veiled combination of a non-distinct black center with a blurred dark gold periphery. His eyes, visible mostly as pale white orbs with light blue rings, meet hers. His muzzle is longer than hers, and he starts the rub the fur of the top of his muzzle against her snout.

>>154535
Amber joins in for him, pivoting her head to rub her velvety, sensitive nose up between his eyes and down to his own nose. She giggles softly as tingles pitter-patter down her spine.

>>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.

>>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.

>>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

>>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.

>>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.

>>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!

>>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.

>>154543
Amber reassures Mustard, "I can pay for it, don't worry. It's my place, so it's on me."

>>154544
“No no, I can get it.” His tone is more worried than anything.

>>154545
"You already spent a bunch tonight," she coaxes. She asks the driver how much is it.

>>154546
“14 bits” he answers

>>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

>>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

>>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.

>>154550
The driver nods, and Mustard Trim steps out

“So….”

>>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.

>>154552
Okay, so she is inviting him in, rather than sending him home?

>>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.

>>154554
His tail moves side to side, and he has a wide grin. He happily trots besides her.

“So. This is where you live?”

>>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.

>>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.

>>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?"

>>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.”

>>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?

>>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?

>>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.

>>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”

>>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.

>>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

>>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.

>>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.

>>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.

>>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.

>>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.

>>154570
“I was gonna go back home tonight.” He says.

>>154571
"Whatever you're doin', you should at least look presentable," she chides.

>>154572
He backs up. Into the bathroom. And closes the door.

>>154573
Amber resumes her simple grooming, humming to herself. But she does listen to hear if he's actually washing.

>>154574
No.

He opens the door slightly, and looks through the crack at Amber

>>154575
Rolling spot: [1d20+2 = (4+2) = 6]

>>154576
The door is cracked open

>>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.

>>154577
Well, then she does notice, but can't see him.

>>154578
Oh my….

He opens the door

She coughs and stares at him, in a "Back already? Get back in there" sort of way.

>>154581
He just looks confused

>>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?"

>>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.

>>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.

>>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.

>>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.

>>154587
He smiles, evidently pleased by this

>>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.

>>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.

>>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.

>>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.

>>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.

>>154593
He scrunches and closes his eyes, but then smiles at the silly act. He exposes his neck for her.

>>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.

>>154595
He turns slightly to her, to give her more access to his withers and shoulder

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.

>>154597
“Hehehe” he smiles, and just lets her brush him.

Soon, he’ll be a pretty little pony

>>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.

>>154599
“Uh…” he looks a little embarrassed

>>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.

>>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.

>>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.

>>154603
“Okay.” He says. He starts brushing her fur on her back, her shoulder, her flank, and her upper belly.

>>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.

>>154605
He brushes her more, more, and more.

“I’ve had to help my older sister a few times.” He says

>>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.

>>154607
“She’s… a little more adjusted to city life than I am. She’s social.”

brushy brushy brushy

>>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.

>>154609
“Uh… I don’t know. I’ve never tried it.”

>>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.”

>>154613
“No. Not really.” He answers

>>154614
"What does she like instead?" She keeps track of how he's brushing her.

>>154615
Long strokes, sometimes a bit hard.

“Well, she’ll go out with friends to movies and such.”

>>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

>>154618
"That's a similar interest," she remarks with a smirk.

>>154619
“Well…” he lowers his ears

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

He does a few short brush strokes on her left foreleg.

>>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.

>>154621
brush brush brush
He keeps brushing the hair on her legs

>>154622
She smiles in contentment, keeping her legs splayed. "You're doin' a fine job."

>>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”

>>154625
“Heh heh.” He smiles, and moves to her other leg, holding up her hoof.

>>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.

>>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.

>>154628
She flips over onto her side, keeping her leg in the same place. "I hope you're enjoying this," she says.

>>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.

>>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.

>>154631
"What a pretty pony you are" he says.

He gets on the bed, or attempts to, and starts brushing her side

>>154632
She blushes at the compliment. "Awww…" She scoots over against the wall to make room for him.

>>154633
He brushes more of her fur
“What are you primping for?”

>>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.

>>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.