>>156023A long muzzle, yellow brown fur, and a large, slim body. Perhaps it dissapoints Amber, but Mustard doesn't look at her or make eye contact. He simply looks forward, and grimaces. He holds his lips tight together, and makes a heavier breathing sound.
Amber feels her vulva parted by Mustard trim as he pushes himself into her. No kissing, no foreplay, no eye contact. But his first push is slow, though inexorable, inside of her, moving deeper.
He picks up the blanket, and places it over top of himself and Amber
>>156026Silver almost snarls hearing Orchid cry. He holds the zebra's head hard against the rough ground with little care for his comfort.
"Who sent you? Street Wise, or his boss, Bargain Strength?"
>>156028[1d2 = 2]Mala very literally snarls at his respective quarry, who he attempts to subdue on the ground.
The zebra's brown eyes move up towards Silver as his muzzle is pressed to the ground. He tries to move his muzzle up, and it seems as if he is going to say something. But he doesn't.
[1d20+4 = (11+4) = 15]>>156029"Not snitching? You do realize there are deaths far worse than being shot in back of head and dumped in river."
To punctuate this, he slams the zebra's head into the concrete.
>>156030"Ahhhhh!" The Zebra cries out in pain, and is breathing heavily. Some amount of blood starts to come out.
There is a sound of a car door opening quickly
>>156031Silver keeps the zebra pinned as he looks towards the direction of the noise.
>>156032Silver discerns the threat immediately. Another creature - this one is a diamond dog of white color - has exited the driver's side door of the vehicle. That's the opposite side from where Silver is, and he moves to get around the front of the vehicle towards Silver, Mala, and White Orchid.
>>156027She shudders in pleasure as she can feel his distinctive shape push past her labia and up and into her. She bites the pillow in front of her and snorts. It's a magical feeling, that of her coltfriend's warmth and friendliness on her, around her, and now in her.
Amber's interior feels moist and warm, very warm. Mustard can feel her pull herself wider to welcome him, but nonetheless those soft bumps and ridges press lightly against the skin of his member.
>>156033Can Silver levitate the revolver the pony stallion dropped over to him?
>>156034Laying on the comfortable bed, Amber can feel the cushion, and can lay her head on the pillow. There's no question that Mustard is in a more cozy position overtop of her than she's experienced in most of her interactions. She feels his chest, his belly, his chin, all underneath a warm blanket. And she can concentrate on the length within her that presses deeper inside. Now, his medial ring moves in as well. He starts to move out, and then back in in a thrust. And then another, and another, with the bed slowly beginning to creak. He makes a small snort.
>>156035It's within reach, so basically yes.
[1d20+6 = (18+6) = 24]>>156036Silver pulls the revolver to him and fires at the diamond dog.
If there's an additional penalty to the attack on top of the -4 while grappling, go ahead and add it to whatever the roll ends up being.
>>156036It's a not dissimilar position to what they used this morning, except that they're resting on a bed and they must refrain from making any sounds. As they're both flat on their bellies, he won't be able to hilt in her as deeply as before, but Mustard's tip is still able to push deeply into the pony's warm interior. She breathes through her nose in pleasured contentment as she feels the soft skin of his shaft rub against that of her vagina, over and over. She reminds herself to maintain some basic alertness with her ears.
>>156037Even under the unfavorable circumstances, the shot hits true
[2d6 = 2]>>156038[1d20 = 4]Mustard starts moving longer, and faster, but finds himself constrained by the sound the bed makes, moving somewhat slowly. He stays deep inside of her, pulling out slightly, then back in. It's not so much a ram, but a gentle rub of her insides. He takes his forehooves, and places them around her neck, in a rather possessive hug.
>>156039Amber has no complaints about keeping it slow, and she constricts her muscles to add some pressure onto him to increase the pleasure of each gentle rub. Every movement sends a tingle of carnal delight and she wouldn't mind staying like this forever. The hug only adds to this sentiment; she is his mare, she will one day live in this house with him and have his foals.
Still, her ears stay upright.
>>156037>>156039Silver hits the Diamond Dog. But it isn't much more than a graze
The Diamond Dog brandishes an Automatic, stands behind the car's engine, and shoots
[1d20+3 = (14+3) = 17]>>156040If it was Amber's intent to be owned by him, she's in a great position, as her stance is completely submissive to him. She is beneath him, held down on every side by him, and is the object of sexual pleasure for him, without so much as eye contact. The same with foals. Amber's safety is against pregnancy is entirely dependent on her trust of her own fertility cycle; there's nothing wrong with him.
The sounds downstairs are a little questionable, as there is silence in the radio that lasts more than a few seconds.
Inside of her, he begins to flare, as her vaginal walls are moved further apart, deeper in her, to make room for him. He increases the pace, making gentle thrusts, not withdrawing even as further than his medial ring.
[1d20+6 = (7+6) = 13]>>156042Silver grunts as a searing pain hits him where he was shot but doesn't drop the revolver. He aims it again for the diamond dog and fires.
>>156043>>156044The bullet hits the engine block of the vehicle
[1d2 = 2][1d20 = 20]
>>156041Does Amber even know this is how foals are made? That might explain her carefree attitude to being ridden raw by Mustard, but alternatively maybe she trusts him that much despite his poor financial situation.
As long as I don't hear hoofsteps up the stairs we're fine. We're not making enough noise to be heard, she thinks to herself.
She breathes audibly heavier through her nose, though not suddenly or loudly enough to be a snort. She can find herself approaching her summit as his magical body parts her vagina wider, and conversely he can feel greater pressure and resistance surrounding him. Her tail and rump press up against her stifle as she angles her rear slightly, trying to get her little clitoris to feel his love as well. She wants to wiggle her rear to get him to hit her walls at different angles, but ultimately decides not to.
>>156046Amber's subconscious surely wants his foal. She's only waiting for her body to come around.
[1d20 = 17]He breathes a little louder, and pulls his lips back as he bites his teeth. He pushes harder, and deeper. Though he does not pull out much, his thrusts become faster and faster. The bed makes a definite sound now. Aber's clitoris feels the rub of his shaft, and occasionally his medial ring, which moves far enough out to rub against her vulva. His testicles occasionally swing forth far enough to contact her rump. Inside, the flare is distinct
>>156047>>156046Downstairs, music plays and Mustard uses the cover of the new, loud sound to move faster and further. The bed creaks louder
>>156045>>156049>>156043The Diamond Dog shoots again
[1d20+3 = (15+3) = 18]
>>156043>>156050Silver is shot a second time
[2d6 = 5]
>>156047>>156048The pleasure of her sensitive clitoris being rubbed against his masculinity, of his flare pushing her walls on all sides, of his testicles jumping up against her marehood, and of his warm embrace on all sides becomes too much for her.
"Mmmmm~" is her muffled cry as she jolts beneath him and her vagina closes on his member on all sides. Her eyes are closed shut, she has fiercely bitten the pillow in an attempt to stay quiet, and there is a small rush of something wet around his penis. She jolts a couple more times, each time creaking the bed, and smaller spurts lubricate her entrance. By the second jolt, however, she manages by force of will to relax her walls, freeing his penis and letting him continue to hump her or pull out if he desires. She barely has the presence of mind to hear anything with this cascade of sensations.
[1d20+6 = (12+6) = 18]>>156051Another sharp pain, another shot aimed for the diamond dog.
>>156052Likely spurred on by Amber's embrace, he forces himself forward and back, forward and back pressing her walls aside. At the risk of making sound, he increases his speed.
It is not long after her internal contractions - indeed probably because of her internal contractions - that he makes a movement of his own. He moves his neck back, lower on her body, and bites her hair. He firmly wraps his forelegs around her neck in an embrace, and pulls her down. He presses his flare deeper into her, and then a jet of liquid streams out inside of her, followed by another jet of liquid.
He moans into her mane.
Less than a day ago, Amber jumped on Mustard Trim's back, ad bit down on his mane. Now, the positions are reversed. How does she like it?
[1d20 = 17]
>>156053>>156055The Diamond Dog is hit somewhere between the chest and the shoulder. From the side, the Diamond Dog is tackled to the ground, and falls out of view
>>156056Surprised, Silver looks to see if Mala is still holding the pony stallion.
>>156054Mustard can feel the muscles of the pony beneath him shudder in euphoria as she continues to moan, both in pleasure and in pain, into the pillow as she snorts. Less than a day ago, this pony could have caused him serious harm, and can easily resist him now if she wanted. Now, she doesn't want to fight, she wants to be
bred, and with her muzzle down in the pillow she's in a completely submissive position, even as he bites her hair and grabs her neck.
As she feels him twitch and ejaculate deep inside her she lets her walls instinctively press and lock him in. He can feel her heartbeat against him as she squeezes those ridged walls, stimulating and pumping as much as she can out of him.
Though undoubtedly she would feel different were it to actually happen, at this moment she almost doesn't care if they're found. She's caught up in the moment and won't let get anything get between her and her lover as they ride out their respective orgasms.
>>156058A couple thrusts, a few more spurts, and then he simply holds himself overtop of her. He nibbles her ear. Downstairs, an advertisement plays loudly, advertising what seems to be chewing gum.
If Amber has any desire to hurt him.... well, she's playing the long game on that one.
He lays down on her, laying his belly on her back. He rests like this for some seconds. Not long, but some amount of time. After some seconds, he presses his forelegs down around her, lifts himself up, and takes the rag, placing it beneath. Then he pulls out of her, rubs himself, then her, and lays down next to her, still under the blanket.
>>156057Sort of. The stallion is beneath him, subdued. Mala is growling.
>>156061"He's down on the ground, Sargent! It's Frizzle."
>>156059We did it! We did it…and we didn't get caught.She lets go of the pillow and rests her head upon it. He can feel her heavy breaths push him up and down slightly. Though her muscles release their vice grip, she continues to hold him snugly in her warm and now very wet cave. She enjoys the feeling of how they fit into one another so well, as if they are made for each other. When Mustard is ready to get off, she lets him pull himself out.
Mustard can feel her labia twitch and warm viscous ooze cascade out as he cleans her with the cum-rag. She giggles as he touches her sensitive bits, and she presses her walls together to squeeze out as much foalbatter as she can. Even so, there's going to be a stain on the blanket underneath, at least from the mare's ejaculate.
When he's done, she folds her hind legs closer to her body to give him room and nuzzles up against him. There's quite a lot of body heat under that blanket.
"Thank you for that,", she whispers.
"I love you."
>>156063He gives her the time, resting on her, and rubs her genitals with the rag, but ends up laying next to her. The small size of the bed forces them to press against each other. It seems he is content to simply lay there, or even fall asleep. But with Amber's words, he throws his leg around her, and pulls her towards him
"Anytime, Amber"
>>156062"Thank Celestia for you, Frizzle! Do what you can to keep him down!"
He points the revolver down at the zebra.
"Alright, talk."
>>156064Nothing makes her happier than lying so close with this colt, their rumps and shoulders pressed up against each other, his foreleg around her. She still has a furious blush as she enjoys the afterglow of their coitus, her whole body feeling a rosy warmth. Her eyes are closed as she rubs her forehead against his cheek, Mustard's book still in front of them (though it may have been moved around as the bed shook).
>>156065Three shots remaining in the cylinder.
Roll for intimidateCharisma modifier
>>156066He rocks her a little with his leg, and nuzzles her muzzle.
"I'm glad I decided to stay" he says to her
>>156069"We were just hired to capture the colts" He says
"We saw you enter here with him by chance, and then stuck around."
>>156068He turns to her, and places his other leg underneath her chest, until he has both legs around her. He rocks her in the hug. Indeed, he
huggles her.
"You're so adorable, Amber. I'm glad you picked me."
>>156070Amber enjoys the warmth of the huggle, though he is a bit of a bony pony. Her tail is flopping around happily.
"Who else was there to pick? We're perfect for each other," she coos.
>>156071Unfortunately for Amber’s enjoyment of her perfect moment, he takes that as a serious question.
“Well, I thought somepony who plays an instrument, or plays sports. Or maybe is older with a job. Well, a more proper job.”
>>156072She seems to ponder this, as if this hasn't occurred to her before.
"I suppose…but even without those, you're perfect. You're young like me, anything is open for us." He gets a reassuring smile.
>>156070"Street Wise and Bargain Strength, yes?"
>>156074"Bargain Strength is our superior..." He says with a subdued voice.
>>156073He lays there in silence, With a delay, he returns a weak smile.
>>156075She kisses his cheek before laying the side of her head on the pillow with a warm but tired smiles, her indigo eyes half-lidded.
>>156076He looks into her eyes with his own abs smiles. He pets her mane.
“You want to take a nap?” He asks
>>156077"Mhm," she hums following a soft sigh.
"I love you," she murmurs.
>>156078He makes a long pet along her body, down her mane.
"You're so sweet." He says. "Want to move to the other bed?" He asks
>>156079Despite her roughness, her hair is still decently soft. Not silky-soft, but good enough. Her woolen dress is still covering her but has been spared from the products of their intercourse. He can feel that it's still pulled up and her rump is bare.
"Inviting me to sleep in your bed?" she asks with a brief wry smile.
"Sure." She starts to get to her hooves, arching her back up to stretch.
>>156080"I think it would be kind of nice." He says. He is the first to get up and off the bed. He has to be, because Amber is sandwiched between him and the wall. Once Amber is up and stretching, he takes some time to staring appreciatively at her hindquarters while it is still exposed. Once this is done, he does not join Amber, but instead carefully moves the blanket, then the old blanket, and then the rag, eventually leaving the room with the rag hidden by his side.
>>156081It's a nice angle from which to look at them. Such soft lips, framed by a pleasantly round figure!
The old blanket has some secretions on it, though not as much as the cum-rag. Amber straightens out the bed underneath before climbing onto Mustard's own bed, her dress falling back over her tail. The pillow has some saliva on it and she leaves it behind, instead resting on her lover's bed as it's designed to. She gets comfortable as she lies on her side.
>>156082Mustard Trim takes his time, as cleaning up and covering up takes priority. He places the old blanket back in the closet - even as it has some liquids on it, and spends a minute or more out of the room, evidently having closed the door and turned the lights on. He moves things around on the other bed, and places dirty clothes back on top of it. Amber has had some time to lay down on the bed before he walks over, and lays on the bed next to her, his belly towards hers, and looking into her eyes.
>>156083Amber almost dozes off before he climbs on. Her purplish eyes gaze into his lovingly as she nuzzles his muzzle. Her legs are put on either side of Mustard as she nestles next to him, enjoying his body warmth. Slowly, she begins to fall asleep.
>>156084This time, it’s Amber’s turn to hold somepony in her arms…. Err, between her legs… Except, you know, for different reasons. She can feel the contrast of the warmth of his fur versus the cooler air of the room.
The little pony may fall asleep.
>>156088“We don’t talk about our fellow members.” He answers
>>156089Silver grinds the zebra's head against the rough ground, especially focusing on the head wound he sustained. There's a coldness in his voice.
"I do not care. I simply wish to talk to him, get him to cancel this Celestia-damned hit against
literal colts. I am granting you choice, either you tell me where he is and no one gets hurt worse, or you stay silent and I carve my way through each and every member of your organization to get to him anyways."
>>156091[1d3 = 3]Just how tired is the little pony?
>>156090He winces in pain as his head is pushed against the concrete.
"Ah!
Yip! Yip!"
He barks in a peculiar sort of way.
While he is on the ground, he says, exasperated
"It's not a hit! We were just going to take the colt away is all."
But after the pressure is no longer applied...
"Heh... You really think you can defeat us? You can't. The police will be here soon" he says
>>156092Tired enough for a half-hour nap, at least. She short-changed herself on sleep AND has had physical exertion.
>>156093Alright, I know what scenario I'mma go with.
She has a short but sweet dream of galivanting along a hill with her lover.
Amber wakes up alone in the bed, with her husband having evidently wiggled his way out of her grasp during her sleep. There is no mystery as to his whereabouts, as Amber can see her coworker sitting upright on the other bed opposite her. The lamp is on, he is wearing glasses, and he has a book open on his lap, which he is reading.
>>156092"If you were calling your friends disguised as police, you will regret that decision."
He puts the end of the revolver's barrel against the zebra's temple and cocks the hammer back. The sound of the cylinder moving echos through his skull.
"Last chance. Tell me where he is located. Going once. Going twice..."
>>156094She opens her eyes, a satisfied expression on her face as an outstretched forelegs rubs along the bed in front of her.
"What are you reading?" she sleepily calls out.
>>156095Silver feels a tap on his shoulder. Judging from the relatively soft object, and the angle (it comes from Silver's side, rather than above or behind him) the best guess is it's Mala.
The Zebra's eyes are amazingly wide, and he stares somewhere off into the distance to the right of Silver's shoulder, evidently in the sky. His ears go all the way down
[1d20 = 11]
>>156097Silver looks over at the apparent Mala.
>>156096"A school book" he replies. He looks over towards Amber. He looks a bit different with glasses on.
>>156098Mala looks at him concerned. Mala's lips are covered in blood, as is his leg, and his paw. He looks scared.
"The police will be coming. They always respond to the sound of gunshots. It may take them a while, but they will come."
The zebra however, says,
"Okay, okay"
>>156100"What, heheh." He has a large smile of his own, hunched over this book.
>>156099Silver calls out to Frizzle.
"Does diamond dog have car keys on him?"
He turns back towards the zebra, voice still as cold as the steel pressed against the gangster's head.
"Talk."
>>156102He smiles
“You’re welcome. I enjoyed much of last night… but I feel today has been better.”
>>156103Frizzle:
“I don’t know. I can’t hold him down much longer. He’s still wrestling with me.”
Mala looks at Silver with a scared expression.
“What should I do?”
The zebra, however, seems a little more frightened than Mala:
“He visits the Golden Sun restaurant and does some of his business there.”
>>156104"Just stay with me, my friend, you will be okay."
Silver lifts the zebra up off the ground, and pushes him forward. Although no longer grappling, he keeps the revolver pointed at the zebra.
"Thank you. Now go, and do not ever show your face around this orphanage or these colts again or I not hesitate to send you straight to Tartarus."
>>156104"It's been less frantic, more…romantic," she says, giggling. She gets up and hops off the bed, her mane in slight disarray.
"May I use your bathroom?" she asks.
>>156105The vehicle is close enough to them that pushing him forward may result in pressing him against the car’s frame, or against the rear right passenger seat through the car’s open door. The Zebra’s eyes are wide, and he remains silent.
Mala:
“Are you sure?”
>>156106“Heheh, yeah. Sure you can.”
Amber surely still has some of her coltfriend in her. She probably still has some in her from last night and the morning.
>>156107"Thanks, I won't be long."She goes into the hallway and looks down the stairwell before entering the bathroom. How does it compare to hers?
>>156107The original intention was to push him away into the street. He gives a brief nod at Mala before returning his attention to the zebra.
"Well, go! Run!"
>>156108The front door is closed, light still comes through the windows next to the door, indicating it is daylight (this would have been evident in Mustard's room as well), and there is yellow light illuminating the foyer.
It's a little cramped, with a small toilet, a single small window, and a bathtub-shower. The tile floors look nice, there are several blue and white towels and rags with floral designs on them, and the white paint of the wall looks new. So it probably looks better than Amber's bathroom, though the actual dimensions of the bathroom may be slightly smaller.
>>156109Mala looks at him, evidently comforted.
Or maybe the Zebra doesn't get pressed into the car... He moves a little to the left, places a hoof in the open car seat, and turns around trying to get up. At first, he starts to crawl into the car seat. Evidently he decides against this, because he turns around and starts towards the back of the car. He runs into the side of the car as he tries to clear his way around, falls down, quickly gets back up, and trots off at high speed.
Mala is still overtop of his quarry.
>>156110"Oh, this is nice," she says to herself. It's certainly better laid out; whereas Amber's bathroom is a long rectangle with sink, toilet, and shower laid out in a row, this is a compact yet comfortable square shape. She notices they have a proper bathtub, and she yearns to once again enjoy a nice, relaxing hot bath. Maybe another time; it would be just rude to do so on her first visit.
She carefully strips off her dress, inspects it–she succeeded in keeping it clean, folds it and puts it in a place where it won't get trampled, such as on a towel rack. Once she finishes using the toilet, she takes some tissue paper, wets it in the sink, and lies on her back in the tub to give her better access. She sticks one of her hind legs up in the air and wipes off her rump and thighs. When she's finished, she discards it in the toilet and repeats the process, sighing softly as she wipes along her vulva. She needs to muffle a gasp as she sticks it inside, wiping away the sticky secretions. She gets another wad and pushes it deeper, into her canal proper. She cannot get very deep inside so she stands upright, braced against the wall, pushing with her walls to coax out any fluid that has remained. This odd positioning triggers a cramp in her leg, but she is able to suffer through it.
It doesn't take longer than a few minutes to complete this cleaning. She flushes away the evidence of her intercourse, washes her hooves, puts her dress back on, and walks back to Mustard's room with a blushing face.
>>156111The poor girl does
not get a hot bath.
Mustard would be disappointed that Amber cleaned away (most of) the love stain he left in her. Then again, he wouldn't know, and in any event he'll appreciate the increased friction in the next intercourse.
Mustard Trim looks to her as she returns to the room, turning his head up, and still wearing the glasses. He has a second book open on the bed, but is otherwise in the same position as before, still reading.
"Hello Amber"
>>156112What with Mustard preferring Amber to have his 'love stains' on and in her, he may one day want to keep her in a jar which he'll slowly fill up.
"Hi Mustard. Would you like some help?" She looks at what this book is now.
>>156113>First lineWell that got dark quickly
"Help with what?" He asks
It appears to be a history text book.
>>156115"Okay" He says, as if testing her. He flips a couple pages
"Alright, here's one of the study questions. It's local history. 'What were the underlying causes of the Baltimare clashes of 770?'"
>>156119History: the generally accepted reason was an aversion to a series of customs duties on both imported abs exported goods, as well as grants of monopolies to specific trading companies.
Local: several local militia members were killed, as well as prominent merchant and bystanders. The incident(s) is seen as a part of the founding of Baltimare’s regional identity, and resulted in the central government loosening trade monopolies, and ultimately (a decade later) resulted in regional government offices being transferred to Baltimare from Fillydelphia.
>>156120She thinks she has a satisfactory answer.
"Well, there was an incident where some local ponies were killed over disagreements about custom duties and monopolies. It took a whole decade before the region saw more autonomy, but the monopolies were loosened in the meantime."
>>156121He is silent for a moment
“… But what
caused it?”
>>156122She puts a hoof to her mouth.
"Hmm…well the locals certainly didn't like the duties or monopolies, and I suppose they wanted autonomous government."
>>156123He nods, evidently pleased.
“Okay…” he looks down to the book. “I think my teacher said it was about middle class merchants like ship owners resenting the lower payouts the shipping company gave… which has something to do with the customs, but it was more a revolt against the local rich. Also something about the militias being madd to help protect against Diamond dogs, which I guess the Royal Guard wasn’t doing.”
>>156124"That sounds interesting. Want me to read along with you? For real, this time," she says with a toothy grin.