/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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>>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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