/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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>>154746
His knees remain on the bed, but he lowers himself further, so that the tip of his genitals makes contact with the edge of the lips of hers. He stops kissing her, and pulls away, looking into her eyes and watching her.
His knees remain on the bed, but he lowers himself further, so that the tip of his genitals makes contact with the edge of the lips of hers. He stops kissing her, and pulls away, looking into her eyes and watching her.
>>154747
Has Mustard by now flipped himself over with Amber on her back, rather than both lying on their sides?
She shudders as he makes contact during the kiss. The bare skin of her lips pull apart readily, and Mustard feels some semblance of moisture on his tip already. What's more, he can feel them twitch–pulling apart and contracting rapidly–against him, the sensitive skin of most private parts skimming each other. Amber stops moving, holding her breath and watching him in turn with an uncertain expression on her face.
Has Mustard by now flipped himself over with Amber on her back, rather than both lying on their sides?
She shudders as he makes contact during the kiss. The bare skin of her lips pull apart readily, and Mustard feels some semblance of moisture on his tip already. What's more, he can feel them twitch–pulling apart and contracting rapidly–against him, the sensitive skin of most private parts skimming each other. Amber stops moving, holding her breath and watching him in turn with an uncertain expression on her face.
>>154748
That was going to happen this post. Now it happens
Mustard Trim grabs onto her back, and tries to move within her hind leg's own grip of his hind quarters. He rolls, and then physically picks up Amber with his forehooves, placing her on her back underneath him. He moves his legs up so that he is almost standing overtop of her. Though his tip pulls away for the process, he moves it back in, as if a physical reminder. He looks down at her face, into her eyes, and above all, gauges her response.
That was going to happen this post. Now it happens
Mustard Trim grabs onto her back, and tries to move within her hind leg's own grip of his hind quarters. He rolls, and then physically picks up Amber with his forehooves, placing her on her back underneath him. He moves his legs up so that he is almost standing overtop of her. Though his tip pulls away for the process, he moves it back in, as if a physical reminder. He looks down at her face, into her eyes, and above all, gauges her response.
>>154749
Amber loses her grip of his hindquarters and her hind legs become splayed out to either side, her hooves holding up the blanket almost like a tent. His tip can slide in readily for an inch, if he chooses to go that far, but if he tries to press beyond he would find that her vaginal walls block the way by making the opening far too small for him. She looks up at his face looming in the dark, biting her lip. Finally, she asks, almost breathlessly, "You're not a changeling, are you?"
Amber loses her grip of his hindquarters and her hind legs become splayed out to either side, her hooves holding up the blanket almost like a tent. His tip can slide in readily for an inch, if he chooses to go that far, but if he tries to press beyond he would find that her vaginal walls block the way by making the opening far too small for him. She looks up at his face looming in the dark, biting her lip. Finally, she asks, almost breathlessly, "You're not a changeling, are you?"
>>154751
She smiles nervously up at him. "I'm asking because, well, changelings can change size and shape, and they have…um, a projection to, uh, do nasty things to captured ponies that I don't want to say…." She shudders. "…So after you first changed shape to poke with er, your appendage, I became really worried." Looking back up with a combination of confidence and embarrassment, her face flushed and her ears folded back, the mare tells him, "But I know you aren't a changeling because those creatures can't be kind and loving like you have been. I don't know how you, er…grow like that, or why, but I believe you."
She smiles nervously up at him. "I'm asking because, well, changelings can change size and shape, and they have…um, a projection to, uh, do nasty things to captured ponies that I don't want to say…." She shudders. "…So after you first changed shape to poke with er, your appendage, I became really worried." Looking back up with a combination of confidence and embarrassment, her face flushed and her ears folded back, the mare tells him, "But I know you aren't a changeling because those creatures can't be kind and loving like you have been. I don't know how you, er…grow like that, or why, but I believe you."
>>154752
He looks at her awkwardly. Then he stares at her a little longer. And then he simply bends his legs, and basically lays on top of her, completely closing the distance between their two bodies. He moves his forelegs by trying to dig his hooves under her in a hug. He places his muzzle to the side of hers, head side by side in a hug.
He looks at her awkwardly. Then he stares at her a little longer. And then he simply bends his legs, and basically lays on top of her, completely closing the distance between their two bodies. He moves his forelegs by trying to dig his hooves under her in a hug. He places his muzzle to the side of hers, head side by side in a hug.
>>154754
Although it's difficult for her to do so, she wriggles her torso to try to give his forelegs a little bit of room. She returns the gesture by wrapping her four legs around him in a gentle embrace. The side of her muzzle feels hot, and he can hear her tail swishing back and forth across the bedsheet, as well as feel it hit him lightly in the hocks.
She says, "I love you so much, my heart feels like bursting." She nickers softly as well.
Although it's difficult for her to do so, she wriggles her torso to try to give his forelegs a little bit of room. She returns the gesture by wrapping her four legs around him in a gentle embrace. The side of her muzzle feels hot, and he can hear her tail swishing back and forth across the bedsheet, as well as feel it hit him lightly in the hocks.
She says, "I love you so much, my heart feels like bursting." She nickers softly as well.
>>154756
He moves his head away far enough to look her in the eyes while laying on her. He asks her,
"Are you in heat?"
He moves his head away far enough to look her in the eyes while laying on her. He asks her,
"Are you in heat?"
>>154757
Did you know that the time of estrus can be manipulated with external light? Interesting
Amber initially stares back in confusion. "Huh?" Then something clicks. "Oh. You mean when you feel hot and funny and have to cool off with a swim? That doesn't usually happen to me for at least another month."
Did you know that the time of estrus can be manipulated with external light? Interesting
Amber initially stares back in confusion. "Huh?" Then something clicks. "Oh. You mean when you feel hot and funny and have to cool off with a swim? That doesn't usually happen to me for at least another month."
>>154760
I think it's based off of length of day or something. I would bet the regularity of electrical lighting would fuck with it massively
He looks down at her, stares, and blinks. Then he says "I want to see something."
He hops right off of her, off the bed, and walks over to the wall. Amber surely has time to react by the time he turns on the lights.
I think it's based off of length of day or something. I would bet the regularity of electrical lighting would fuck with it massively
He looks down at her, stares, and blinks. Then he says "I want to see something."
He hops right off of her, off the bed, and walks over to the wall. Amber surely has time to react by the time he turns on the lights.
>>154761
It's a good idea for a story for sure. Ted Ponzynski did nothing wrong
Amber sits up in the bed and hops out after him, looking intently at his dark silhouette. Another reversal from an intimate moment…is he mad or upset at me for bringing up changelings, or suspecting even for a moment he could be one? But something feels different this time…
It's a good idea for a story for sure. Ted Ponzynski did nothing wrong
Amber sits up in the bed and hops out after him, looking intently at his dark silhouette. Another reversal from an intimate moment…is he mad or upset at me for bringing up changelings, or suspecting even for a moment he could be one? But something feels different this time…
>>154762
The silhouette, draped in Amber's blanket walks across the room towards the door. He is less visible in the dim light that seeps through the windows than he was under the lights that jewel the void back on the hill. He scrapes against the wall once, twice, three times, then click.
The lights come on. He blinks twice, evidently a bit phased by the change the light. Though he's draped in Amber's blanket, she can see the finer details of parts of his body that she could not in the dark. His mane and how it hangs, or the yellow-brown color of his coat in its finer detail. He slowly walks back towards Amber, looking at her.
The silhouette, draped in Amber's blanket walks across the room towards the door. He is less visible in the dim light that seeps through the windows than he was under the lights that jewel the void back on the hill. He scrapes against the wall once, twice, three times, then click.
The lights come on. He blinks twice, evidently a bit phased by the change the light. Though he's draped in Amber's blanket, she can see the finer details of parts of his body that she could not in the dark. His mane and how it hangs, or the yellow-brown color of his coat in its finer detail. He slowly walks back towards Amber, looking at her.
>>154763
Amber blinks at the sudden, harsh brightness, and raises her foreleg to cover her eyes briefly before it becomes tolerable at least. She wears a bemused expression and follows Mustard with her head, wondering why the hay he got up, turned on the lights and is wearing her blanket. That's not typically what a pony does who gets up to use the bathroom or get a drink of water. She scrutinizes him, trying to make heads or tails of this.
Amber blinks at the sudden, harsh brightness, and raises her foreleg to cover her eyes briefly before it becomes tolerable at least. She wears a bemused expression and follows Mustard with her head, wondering why the hay he got up, turned on the lights and is wearing her blanket. That's not typically what a pony does who gets up to use the bathroom or get a drink of water. She scrutinizes him, trying to make heads or tails of this.
>>154765
She takes a step back, unsure of how to process this demand or the tone of his voice. Reluctantly she stands still to observe what he's doing.
Her tail, set slightly low, hangs straight down like a curtain from her steep croup, and still looks kempt compared to her mane which has been ruffled and moved about, but still extends slightly past her high withers. The warm lighting makes it hard to distinguish the purple music note of her cutie mark from its light amber background, but the sea-like horizon part of it stands out all the more. Her stocky legs, short and thick, have, like most of the rest of her body, a moderately long coat which lends a slightly fluffy appearance. These support a thicker torso with a barrel-shaped chest and high stifles but a short back, making her look decently suited for the draft work she was raised to do.
Bluish-purple eyes, set on both sides of a narrow white stripe that stops just short of her muzzle, observe Mustard closely, silently looking as closely at him as he is at her.
She takes a step back, unsure of how to process this demand or the tone of his voice. Reluctantly she stands still to observe what he's doing.
Her tail, set slightly low, hangs straight down like a curtain from her steep croup, and still looks kempt compared to her mane which has been ruffled and moved about, but still extends slightly past her high withers. The warm lighting makes it hard to distinguish the purple music note of her cutie mark from its light amber background, but the sea-like horizon part of it stands out all the more. Her stocky legs, short and thick, have, like most of the rest of her body, a moderately long coat which lends a slightly fluffy appearance. These support a thicker torso with a barrel-shaped chest and high stifles but a short back, making her look decently suited for the draft work she was raised to do.
Bluish-purple eyes, set on both sides of a narrow white stripe that stops just short of her muzzle, observe Mustard closely, silently looking as closely at him as he is at her.
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>>154766
For pic of Amber
There's something oddly non-reciprocal about his request. Though Mustard Trim requests and can see Amber, he is half veiled by Amber's own blanket. What Amber can see is his muzzle, rather long and subtly lighter towards the end, small depressions beneath each eye that imply the use of focal corrective glasses (she's never seen him wear them), pale blue eyes that look almost like the water of a shallow lagoon, with each eye focused on Amber in a purposeful rather than exploratory manner. His mane is a shade of dark brown and presently hangs over to his left side. It's a bit on the longer side, and is cut to disrupt a straight cut by several long diagonal cuts.
While not quite "scrawny" and not quite the absolute slimmest colt she's ever seen, he has scarcely an ounce of superfluous fat on his body. There's a bit more muscle, but it's hardly impressive, and as a whole his appearance is thin and lanky, making him look even taller than his actual height, which is slightly above average for a stallion. His legs are long with visible bones. His coat becomes slightly lighter and fluffier near the hoof. His coat hairs are short.
Of his chest, belly, flanks, cutiemark, and indeed essentially any detail past his shoulders, Amber can see little. Both the blanket and Amber's point of view obstruct a clear view.
For pic of Amber
There's something oddly non-reciprocal about his request. Though Mustard Trim requests and can see Amber, he is half veiled by Amber's own blanket. What Amber can see is his muzzle, rather long and subtly lighter towards the end, small depressions beneath each eye that imply the use of focal corrective glasses (she's never seen him wear them), pale blue eyes that look almost like the water of a shallow lagoon, with each eye focused on Amber in a purposeful rather than exploratory manner. His mane is a shade of dark brown and presently hangs over to his left side. It's a bit on the longer side, and is cut to disrupt a straight cut by several long diagonal cuts.
While not quite "scrawny" and not quite the absolute slimmest colt she's ever seen, he has scarcely an ounce of superfluous fat on his body. There's a bit more muscle, but it's hardly impressive, and as a whole his appearance is thin and lanky, making him look even taller than his actual height, which is slightly above average for a stallion. His legs are long with visible bones. His coat becomes slightly lighter and fluffier near the hoof. His coat hairs are short.
Of his chest, belly, flanks, cutiemark, and indeed essentially any detail past his shoulders, Amber can see little. Both the blanket and Amber's point of view obstruct a clear view.
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>>154767
Amber has closely examined him and the hairs on the back of her neck want to stand up. Perhaps it could be the harsh lighting, but this does not look like the Mustard Trim she fell in love with. There is no trace of his awkwardness or tenderness, instead there stands a colt–no, a grown stallion–with a cold gaze and a lean, no-nonsense physique. He has adopted an entirely different personality, if indeed this is Mustard Trim. A voice in her head tells her that her dismissed suspicions were indeed true, that she had been purposely beguiled in twenty-four hours and is now alone in a locked room with something hostile, her only key not on her person. Another voice tells her that this must be a joke of sorts, that it must be the harsh lighting that makes him look fierce.
She stands in place, though now her ears are folded back and she has shifted her weight to her rear. As her neck is bent back, she must look up at him with her wide eyes.
Amber has closely examined him and the hairs on the back of her neck want to stand up. Perhaps it could be the harsh lighting, but this does not look like the Mustard Trim she fell in love with. There is no trace of his awkwardness or tenderness, instead there stands a colt–no, a grown stallion–with a cold gaze and a lean, no-nonsense physique. He has adopted an entirely different personality, if indeed this is Mustard Trim. A voice in her head tells her that her dismissed suspicions were indeed true, that she had been purposely beguiled in twenty-four hours and is now alone in a locked room with something hostile, her only key not on her person. Another voice tells her that this must be a joke of sorts, that it must be the harsh lighting that makes him look fierce.
She stands in place, though now her ears are folded back and she has shifted her weight to her rear. As her neck is bent back, she must look up at him with her wide eyes.
>>154768
Is it true that Changelings can mind control you just by looking into your eyes from a close distance? Is it true they can put you in a paralyzing trance? What is it like to have your soul eaten by one?
Mustard Trim looks at her, placing his eyes on her body, and then walks around her. He eventually lies down on the bed, turning 180 so that he is now facing Amber, lying on his belly. He bends his forelegs to fold his hooves underneath himself. He still wears the blanket, though it is starting to fall off to his left side.
Is it true that Changelings can mind control you just by looking into your eyes from a close distance? Is it true they can put you in a paralyzing trance? What is it like to have your soul eaten by one?
Mustard Trim looks at her, placing his eyes on her body, and then walks around her. He eventually lies down on the bed, turning 180 so that he is now facing Amber, lying on his belly. He bends his forelegs to fold his hooves underneath himself. He still wears the blanket, though it is starting to fall off to his left side.
>>154769
If the legends were true, Amber would be boned, figuratively and likely literally as well.
Amber can't help but shiver as he devours her with those eyes. She continues to stare at him, trying to process what's going on. He is now directly behind her, and she turns in place slightly to keep him in her direct line of sight. She tries to think of something to say, after he hops onto the bed, but all that comes from her mouth is a drawl of "Uhhhh…". Her ear twitches.
If the legends were true, Amber would be boned, figuratively and likely literally as well.
Amber can't help but shiver as he devours her with those eyes. She continues to stare at him, trying to process what's going on. He is now directly behind her, and she turns in place slightly to keep him in her direct line of sight. She tries to think of something to say, after he hops onto the bed, but all that comes from her mouth is a drawl of "Uhhhh…". Her ear twitches.
>>154770
He tilts his head, holds both ears firmly in Amber’s direction, and blinks.
“What’s wrong?” He asks
He tilts his head, holds both ears firmly in Amber’s direction, and blinks.
“What’s wrong?” He asks
>>154771
She blinks in turn. "Mustard, what's going on?" she asks, taking a couple of steps to the side away from him.
She blinks in turn. "Mustard, what's going on?" she asks, taking a couple of steps to the side away from him.
>>154773
"You looked so threateningly at me, like you wanted to hurt me…" she croaks. She appears emotionally hurt; even if this is a joke it's a cruel one to play.
"You looked so threateningly at me, like you wanted to hurt me…" she croaks. She appears emotionally hurt; even if this is a joke it's a cruel one to play.
>>154774
His expression fades, eyes widen, and ears fall down. He jumps over to the side like a puppy saddened to be evicted from the blanket he was laying on. He looks over towards Amber in silence for one, two, three, four, five seconds, before loping over to the door, and turns off the lights.
The room is thrust into a darkness greater than it was before he turned on the lights.
His expression fades, eyes widen, and ears fall down. He jumps over to the side like a puppy saddened to be evicted from the blanket he was laying on. He looks over towards Amber in silence for one, two, three, four, five seconds, before loping over to the door, and turns off the lights.
The room is thrust into a darkness greater than it was before he turned on the lights.
>>154775
"Eep!" cries Amber. She is not one to be afraid of the dark, but now not only is she in a locked room with a pony–or creature–that has acted strangely at best and aggressively at worst, it's now a locked room that's nearly pitch-black. Her ears swivel to pick up any sound as her sense are at high alert.
"Eep!" cries Amber. She is not one to be afraid of the dark, but now not only is she in a locked room with a pony–or creature–that has acted strangely at best and aggressively at worst, it's now a locked room that's nearly pitch-black. Her ears swivel to pick up any sound as her sense are at high alert.
>>154776
It sounds as if there is movement near the door, and like he lays down.
There is an automobile outside. Someone is speaking downstairs. Then another automobile outside. The sound of trotting hooves and a cart. A distant warehouse door opens. Even further away, a train horn. Are those gunshots? A dense, lower class neighborhood mixed heavy industry isn’t exactly prime location for quiet and tranquility.
It sounds as if there is movement near the door, and like he lays down.
There is an automobile outside. Someone is speaking downstairs. Then another automobile outside. The sound of trotting hooves and a cart. A distant warehouse door opens. Even further away, a train horn. Are those gunshots? A dense, lower class neighborhood mixed heavy industry isn’t exactly prime location for quiet and tranquility.
>>154777
An ambush, trying to get me if I run out? she thinks to herself. She instead does what any logical mare would do in this situation: she hides underneath the bed.
An ambush, trying to get me if I run out? she thinks to herself. She instead does what any logical mare would do in this situation: she hides underneath the bed.
>>154778
Well, that's one option. Amber has not yet been dragged out from underneath the bed and entombed in a cocoon where every pleasant emotion is drained from her still-conscious experience for several decades. Not yet anyways.
From across the room,
"Amber?"
A little frightened
Well, that's one option. Amber has not yet been dragged out from underneath the bed and entombed in a cocoon where every pleasant emotion is drained from her still-conscious experience for several decades. Not yet anyways.
From across the room,
"Amber?"
A little frightened
>>154779
Don't answer, don't answer, don't answer.... she commands herself. She tries not to make a sound, cowering in her position rather than risk traps.
Don't answer, don't answer, don't answer.... she commands herself. She tries not to make a sound, cowering in her position rather than risk traps.
>>154781
She can hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears. The question is, was Mustard replaced without her somehow noticing, or has Mustard always been a changeling patiently waiting to do horrible things to her? The thought of her love being tricked, or even induced, is enough to make her stomach roil.
She can hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears. The question is, was Mustard replaced without her somehow noticing, or has Mustard always been a changeling patiently waiting to do horrible things to her? The thought of her love being tricked, or even induced, is enough to make her stomach roil.
>>154782
From across the room,
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Hoof steps across the floor, getting closer and closer, until there is the sound of movement on the bed, and finally a very heavy depression on the bed
From across the room,
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Hoof steps across the floor, getting closer and closer, until there is the sound of movement on the bed, and finally a very heavy depression on the bed
>>154783
Amber squeezes herself as flat to the floor as she can in order to not be felt. He knows I'm trapped. It's the careless swagger of a predator knowing his prey has nowhere to go. She tries to remember if her window has outside stairs like she's seen on some others.
Amber squeezes herself as flat to the floor as she can in order to not be felt. He knows I'm trapped. It's the careless swagger of a predator knowing his prey has nowhere to go. She tries to remember if her window has outside stairs like she's seen on some others.
>>154784
>Reasonable accommodations to fire safety in Baltimare
No. Whole city is a death trap
Nopony - no creature - comes for Amber. She is left alone
>Reasonable accommodations to fire safety in Baltimare
No. Whole city is a death trap
Nopony - no creature - comes for Amber. She is left alone
>>154785
Well then, there is only one way out. She racks her brain, trying to remember where she left the room key when she came in.
Well then, there is only one way out. She racks her brain, trying to remember where she left the room key when she came in.
>>154785
>no fire escape
Finally an excuse to share this music: https://youtu.be/mvJjmWTg7Qo
>>154787
The only alternative is to beat the door down, and unless if she's extraordinarily lucky there's no away she could break it down before being attacked. Surely the key is somewhere close to the door?
[1d20 = 10]
>no fire escape
Finally an excuse to share this music: https://youtu.be/mvJjmWTg7Qo
>>154787
The only alternative is to beat the door down, and unless if she's extraordinarily lucky there's no away she could break it down before being attacked. Surely the key is somewhere close to the door?
[1d20 = 10]
>>154788
SLAM
Amber hits the door…. It’s a little painful, very loud, and not really successful
gasp
“Amber?!”
A very frightened cry
SLAM
Amber hits the door…. It’s a little painful, very loud, and not really successful
gasp
“Amber?!”
A very frightened cry
>>154789
That roll was for remembering the key, though that's just as good lol
She lets out a pained gasp from hitting an object more solid than it looks. She scurries to the bathroom and closes the door behind her. "Stay away!" she yells.
That roll was for remembering the key, though that's just as good lol
She lets out a pained gasp from hitting an object more solid than it looks. She scurries to the bathroom and closes the door behind her. "Stay away!" she yells.
>>154790
“What?! What did I do? I didn’t do anything?”
A cross between exasperated and persecuted/downtrodden
“What?! What did I do? I didn’t do anything?”
A cross between exasperated and persecuted/downtrodden
>>154791
She tries to keep the door shut with her body, as to her knowledge it lacks a lock. "St-stay away, y-you thing! I'll fight back," she threatens.
She tries to keep the door shut with her body, as to her knowledge it lacks a lock. "St-stay away, y-you thing! I'll fight back," she threatens.
>>154793
She sits on the toilet, keeping the bathroom door braced with her hind legs. She tries hard not to hyperventilate reflecting on what's happened. All night she's been alone with a changeling, and not once but several times she had left herself utterly vulnerable to its depredations. Feeling sick to her stomach about that, she attempts to maintain some modicum of composure.
She sits on the toilet, keeping the bathroom door braced with her hind legs. She tries hard not to hyperventilate reflecting on what's happened. All night she's been alone with a changeling, and not once but several times she had left herself utterly vulnerable to its depredations. Feeling sick to her stomach about that, she attempts to maintain some modicum of composure.
>>154796
She weighs her options carefully. It could well be a classic trap, opening and shutting the door to lure her out. Or the changeling doesn't want to attract so much attention after spoiling its attempt. She has only seconds to lose before it disguises as somepony else to terrorize others. Amber also has the duty to warn Mrs. Trim that her son has been replaced by a changeling.
After only a moment of hesitation, she dashes out of her bathroom and hopefully her apartment to chase her foe.
She weighs her options carefully. It could well be a classic trap, opening and shutting the door to lure her out. Or the changeling doesn't want to attract so much attention after spoiling its attempt. She has only seconds to lose before it disguises as somepony else to terrorize others. Amber also has the duty to warn Mrs. Trim that her son has been replaced by a changeling.
After only a moment of hesitation, she dashes out of her bathroom and hopefully her apartment to chase her foe.
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