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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.