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Hey, new bread

>>154998 →
Mala says,

"Um, hi"

There's something unintuitive about speaking to Mala. Between his dog-like appearance, and silence, it doesn't seem like he should speak at all.

Nevertheless, White Orchid asks

"So, uh... what are you, exactly?" This is a totally normal question to ask someone and totally not offensive. This goes on.

>>154999 →
"You don't" he answers

>>155003
Silver lets the two interact as he finishes his portion of the meal.

>>155000
Check'em.
This has to be a based bread.

>>155003
Amber looks up at his face with a bumfuzzled expression, her cheeks still red as a radish. "What do you mean I don't?"

>155001
>Silver Sword going out of his way to corrupt a filly young enough to be his granddaughter and having a wide-eyed desire for a traditional marriage
"lawful good" smh

>>155006
Yes.

>>155005
White Orchid asks some basic questions, and Mala answers. Some are questions about what the Kaftar are, which he seems to like to answer, but his knowledge is limited. Some are questions about his past, which he sometimes gives evasive answers about. And some are about Mala's interests, which it seems Mala has not had much opportunity to cultivate in his life. Mala does explain to White Orchid about his father not coming home one day, and about his mother dying. He says a few things about his period of homelessness. Mala admits he's been in jail at least once, though he starts to refuse to answer questions.

>>155007
"I mean you can't" He says

Amber would do it

>>155007
Sometimes morality is...subjective.

>>155008
Silver looks at Mala, checking that he's doing alright.

>>155008
"But, er, you were able to tell just lookin' at my plot. Ain't there a similar way I could tell?" She swings her head around to look directly at his plot, as if the key lay there.

>>155009
Mala varies between feeling like he contributes something, like in the general knowledge questions, to a sort of fear, like when he's finally asked about his criminal history and experiences.

>>155010
His rump is rather thin

"I didn't see it, Amber" He says with a strong degree of displeasure

>>155011
She blinks and pulls back, looking rather distraught. "You didn't? Are you sure? Do you know what it's supposed to look like?"

>>155012
"I didn't see it" He answers

>>155013
"But...but that can't be. I never touched a colt before, I swear! What is it supposed to look like?" She raises her tail and trots in circles, trying futilely to get a look into herself.

>>155011
Silver offers a little something to the conversation:

"Not everyone who has been in jail is bad. Sometimes thieves steal for their families. Sometimes pony kills in self defense and is still tried for murder. Sometimes people are in wrong place at wrong time."

He sidehugs Mala.

>>155015
Mala is hugged, but his ears go down.

White Orchid looks unsure what to make of this.

>>155014
“Uh…” he doesn’t answer

>>155016
She looks at him with a hurt expression, tears once more in her eyes. However, she doesn't abandon reason. "I don't know if you're tellin' the truth about being a virgin yourself. If you are, you wouldn't know what a mare's...privates should look like, and if you did know, you wouldn't be a virgin and would be lyin' to me. So why are you pushing this onto me?"

>>155016
"But that is not point. Mala has proven character of his heart to me through his actions, and I am very happy to say he is good person."

>>155017
“Uh….” He leans away

>>155018
Mala smiles

White Orchid will listen to Silver, if nothing else
“Uh, okay”

>>155019
"Now, are you going to finish your food, so...Orchid?"

>>155019
Amber presses him with an offended tone of voice. "So which is it, Mustard? Have you been with a mare before...a-and looked?"

>>155021
“No?” He says, repositioning himself so that he lays on his belly.

>>155020
“Uh, sure” White Orchid says

>>155022
Silver very carefully pats the colt on the shoulder.

>>155022
She sniffles. "So you shouldn't know the difference, because you've never looked at mares with or without that...skin. I...never knew about it myself, how did you find out?"

>>155024
“Well, you know, it’s common knowledge. Ponies talk about it.”

>>155023
colt is carefully pat

It’s clear that White Orchid is still averse to the pats.

He does at least offer a few fries to Mala, who quickly eats them..

>>155025
Silver is happy to have a nice, quiet moment with two of his friends.

>>155025
"But you weren't told precisely how to tell, were you?" She folds her tail underneath her as she sits on her haunches, a pained look still in her eyes. "It hurts when you accuse me like this, Mustard. I'm sorry for hurtin' you, but...but I never said that you yourself were a bad pony, or unfaithful. Yet here you are sayin' I'm a loose mare, because of 'common knowledge' you never learned firsthoof. You would take that over my honest-to-goodness word."

>>155027
He is silent for a while, before meekly offering,

“I didn’t jump on your back and bite your hair.”

>>155026
Mala makes three biting motions to eat one French fry.

Before long, White Orchid is done with his food. Except fir the milkshake, which he continues sipping from.

>>155028
"Milkshake good?"

>>155029
“Yes.” White Orchid says

“I don’t get these often.”

>>155030
"We need to fix that."

>>155028
"That would still sting less than what you're doing now." She closes her eyes, a tear running down her cheek. "Then, I didn't think you were Mustard Trim. But you know it's me now, and you're telling me to my face that I'm lyin', that I've gone after other colts and wouldn't tell you. If I had, I'd tell you right out, because anything built on lies will fall apart." She starts to openly sob, her upper body heaving. "I love you, Mustard, and that just makes this hurt all the more. I'm worried that, if this is what you think of me...it mightn't work out. I want, I really really want, to give my virginity to you, but if it doesn't and ponies judge me the way you are now, where does that put me? There are two things you can't get back, virginity and an honest reputation, and I can tell you right off I haven't gotten rid of either."

>>155032
Mustard Trim lays his head down on the bedsheets, looking like a scolded dog.

>>155031
White Orchid looks up at Silver, and wags his tail

>>155033
Amber puts her fetlock across her eyes. "I'm–I'm sorry fer hurting you, I wish I never did that. You can call me stupid, ignorant, crazy, senseless all you'd like, I deserve it," she whines. "But I would never lie to you, 'specially not about something that affects you. Take me to somepony who knows what to look for, have me poked and prodded all you'd like...but never, ever say I'm lyin'. I couldn't lie to you and still love you, and I love you...." She continues to quietly wail, her body wracked with sobs.

>>155033
"Maybe we can make this kind of tradition whenever we go out and do something. Like next time, when I will teach you how to shoot, we will go out for milkshakes too."

>>155034
"I'm... sorry."
He says, raising his head, still laying on his belly, and looking over towards Amber.

>>155035
White Orchid has a giant smile across his face, and begins to wag his tail.

"Really?! We can do that?"

>>155036
The amber-colored filly takes her hoof off her eyes, looking toward him with a pleading expression. Her heaves calm down, but she is still shivering in the cold air.

>>155036
Silver nods.

"Yes we can."

>>155038
"That sounds great! When can we do it?"

>>155037
He raises his forelegs, letting her to move into a hug

>>155039
"Whenever I come an see you next. Know when you would like to see me again?"

>>155040
"Uh... Now?" He asks

>>155039
She shakily gets to her hooves and moves over to him, wrapping her forelegs around him and resting her head on his shoulder. "Do you think I'm a bad pony? Tell me what you really feel," she asks.

>>155041
He smiles at the colt, though a bit sadly.

"Today is busy day, and I have many things to do. Maybe some other day?"

>>155042
Perhaps it pleases her that he is not soft to lay on, feeling instead rather firm.

A second of silence, then two seconds, three, four, five,
"No..."

>>155043
"Aww...." He lowers his head slightly

"Okay..."

>>155044
"But we will still spend more time together. You would like that, yes?"

>>155044
Amber for her part feels softer, though he can still feel firm, lean muscle underneath.
"I promised you that I'd never belittle you or say hurtful things. I'll add to that, and swear that I never will lie to you, and never have. You can say whatever you want to me, but can you...can you promise you won't ever accuse me of lying, without cause?"

>>155046
He is silent for a moment, and then says

"Kissing the stallion made me wonder."

>>155045
"Yes." He says

>>155047
"It will be fun camping trip we will have."

>>155048
He wags his tail
"I'll have something to look forward to"

>>155049
"So...do you think you are ready to go?"

>>155050
"Yes..." He says

>>155047
Weird, this didn't update for seven minutes.
She sighs. "I didn't kiss him, he kissed me. I really didn't want to, but he wanted to fool others. I can tell you, it didn't go further than that, not like us. If I was a dishonest, bad filly, I would have lied about the kiss."
She pulls back and stares into his blue eyes. "Does losing virginity mean having a romantic-style kiss, or does it mean something else?"

>>155051
"Just meants we have next time to look forward to...son."

>>155052
"Something else" He says. Though he lets Amber close to him, he still looks as if he is cornered.

>>155053
White Orchids eyes are bulging wide, with a great smile

>>155054
Silver smiles warmly back to White Orchid, before poking Mala gently and asking him to move out of the seat so Silver can get out.

>>155054
"Then I am a virgin, or at least was one as of tonight," she asserts.
She posits a question of her own. "You want to take my virginity away, which I guess is a big step. Do you want that because it'll make you feel good or accomplished, or because you really do see something special in me?" She scrutinizes his features.

>>155055
Mala jumps out of the seat

>>155056
His ears are folded down, and is expression is best understood as "Just make it stop"

He answers,
"I uh just uh that's what you do when you marry and I thought that's what we were doing"

>>155057
If he was worried about saying the wrong thing, he need worry no more.

Amber's eyes light up and her pensive expression forms into a grin. He feels nearly crushed as she hugs him with all her strength. "Oh, Mustard! Yes yes yes! I love you so much, mwah!" she exclaims, kissing his cheek.

>>155058
And pony is crushed
squeaky

His fur doesn't taste great, but the taste is distinctly his.

>>155059
She rubs his back. "Please, oh please, don't ever accuse me of lying to you without proof. Will you promise me that?"

>>155060
"Why should I have to prove it" This statement sounds almost absentminded, proposed reactively and without real emotion.

>>155057
Silver follows quickly.

"Everyone ready to go."

[1d2 = 1]

>>155062
White Orchid joins

"Where to next?" He asks

>>155061
She breathes in and out. "Because I ain't gonna lie to you, and it breaks my heart when you doubt my word and you don't even have evidence. I just couldn't live with somepony who wouldn't trust me...."

>>155064
Mustard Trim is silent

>>155065
"I don't ever, ever want to hurt you, Mustard, I love and trust you. Won't you return this love and trust, for my sake?" Her tone is especially pleading.

>>155066
"Okay..." He turns his eyes away

"I just didn't know..."

>>155067
"I'll tell you everything you need to know, I promise," she reassures him. "Won't you promise to trust me?"

>>155068
"Okay..." There is a weak smile

>>155069
She gazes at him with a hopeful smile. "Promise?"

>>155070
"I promise..." He says

>>155071
She exhales, the tension in the air being released, and hugs him tenderly. "Thank you. I'm sorry to put you through this, but I'm glad we were able to talk things through. We can take this...to the next step, without having anything against each other. How are you feeling?"

Do you want to continue this now, or resume tomorrow? Either is okay for me, it's entirely up to you.

>>155072
"I'm okay" he says. He lays on his belly on the bed, keeping his legs close to himself.

>>155073
That familiar blush returns to Amber's face. "Let's take this further...if you want...after I use the bathroom real quick." She practically canters into the adjoining room and closes the door.

>>155074
And she is alone in the bathroom

>>155075
She spends an almost frustratingly long time in there. Taking care of business is a relatively short affair, but she spends much more time obsessing over how this night has 180'd over the past hour. Not only did she clear up the seemingly last of their misunderstandings, but he (informally) proposed to her! She also wonders about the passion about to ensue and whether it will hurt. She is tired for sure, but her sheer excitement easily overpowers fatigue.

She tidies up her appearance and shuffles out, grinning bashfully at Mustard.

>>155076
Mustard Trim lays on his left side, his right leg extended out in front of him, and his left leg tucked under his body. He lays his head on a pillow with no grin nor smile. His eyes move up to meet Amber, and they have a sad expression.

>>155077
Amber looks crestfallen when she sees him, expecting youthful energy and romance instead. "What's wrong?"

>>155078
“I don’t want to” he says from his position laying down on his side.

>>155079
She sits down by his bedside rather than climb up, mainly because there isn't enough room up there without disturbing him. "It's okay, we don't have to. Any particular reason why not?"

>>155063
"Is there anything quick that you want us to do?"

>>155080
Mustard Trim is laying down on the edge of the bed, looking the opposite direction. It is technically possible to lay down beside him and make eye contact from this position, though that would give absolutely no space at all. Rather, Amber is a few feet away, looking over.

“The mood is gone” is all he says

>>155081
“Uh…. I can’t think of anything” he says

>>155082
"I know, this night hasn't actually been kind to us," she says slowly. "Except for us the hill, that spontaneity was magical and I hope we can relive that. But…we came to a pretty serious crevasse, and we took the time to build a bridge over that. I'm proud of you–of us–for doing that, because now we understand each other better. The wounds still ache, but they're healing," she says, with a small smile and tears in her eyes.

>>155083
He has a frowning expression.

“Why don’t we talk about something else?” He asks

>>155085
"Um uh, well I've done a few things with a knife. I've been learning how to use a lathe. Back in Blackwater I would go by the mill sometimes with a friend of my father, and I had a carving tool. I don't much like the high school in Baltimare, but there is a wood shop that has a lathe. I made a duck."

>>155087
"Well, it's this machine that holds an object and lets you rotate it, while you can apply a drill, or a make a cut, or sand it, or do a lot of things, really."

He starts to sit up.

>>155088
She thinks about it for a moment. "That sounds real useful, though I suppose you got to be careful not to get your mane caught in it. Could you show me how to carve wood like that sometime?"

>>155089
He blinks
"Uh, yeah. I tie my mane back while doing it. Most of what I use them for doesn't have that much rotation... but then again I only have a few hours of using them." He gives a weak smile

"Maybe"

>>155090
"It ain't a bad skill to have, I'm sure you'll get really good at it." Amber returns his smile, but it's more reassuring. "There's only one type of wood I know how to handle, and it's this…" she says, picking up her mandolin. "In the mood for a tune?"

>>155091
He gives her a smile

"Sure"

>>155092
Amber takes a few practice strums and settles into a simple, calmly paced tune. There are no lyrics to this song. https://youtu.be/pv1UkRXo84U

It's surprisingly difficult to find romantic country-style music from the 40's and back. If you have any recommendations go right ahead.

>>155093
He smiles, and sits up on the bed, moving towards where Amber was previously on the floor, and letting his hindlegs fall off.

"That's neat" he says

Well, something like this is the first thing that came to my mind https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X137NEqGpRI

>>155094
Good pick, but it's heavy on the cello and as I'm not a music nerd I'm not sure if it translates well to other instruments. Guitar/banjo is similar to mandolin so those are easier.

She settles into an older tune, one so old its origins are unknown to all but the most astute of scholars, yet the song itself is quite well-known across Equestria. https://youtu.be/8gcL-nweh68

>>155095
He sits there, completely still, eyes fixed on her instrument. By all appearances, he listens intently to every note, as he has every time Amber has played for him. He has something of a smile, but with sad, almost teary eyes.

>>155096
Amber moves onto yet another traditional tune, but after a little bit of playing and settling into the rhythm she starts singing. https://youtu.be/XwrKhiuJlNM

"Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company.

"Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady Greensleeves.

"Your vows you've broken, like my heart,
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
But my heart remains in captivity.

"Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady Greensleeves.

"I have been ready at your hand,
To grant whatever you would crave,
I have both wagered life and land,
Your love and good-will for to have.

"Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady Greensleeves.

"If you intend thus to disdain,
It does the more enrapture me,
And even so, I still remain
A lover in captivity.

"Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady Greensleeves.

"Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
but still thou hadst it readily.
Thy music still to play and sing;
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

"Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady Greensleeves.

"Well, I will pray to Celestia on high,
that thou my constancy mayst see,
And that yet once before I die,
Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.

"Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady Greensleeves.

"Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,
To Celestia I pray to prosper thee,
For I am still thy lover true,
Come once again and love me.

"Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady Greensleeves."

When she finishes, she is sniffling and tears are running down her cheeks.

>>155097
Didn't Amber play Greensleeves to him before?

He expresses a number of emotions over this rather long ballad. By the end, he is smiling, evidently impressed

"You memorized all of that?"

>>155098
No, she was humming it during brushies.

"My ma likes to sing it a lot. She's the reason I got into music, and why I got my cutie mark." She smiles, first at him, then glancing down at her flank.

>>155099
He looks down to her flank
"Why don't you tell me about that?" He looks up to her eyes, then down to her flank again

"I told you mine."

>>155100
She nestles comfortably next to him, her warm flank pressing up against his, and leans her head against his shoulder.

"Well, it ain't anything special. My ma had this mandolin passed down to her from generations ago, even though her family always lived on the farm. She's a really talented singer, far better than I could ever be, and although our church is miles away we would always go there every week and she would sing there. Well, years ago, when I was just a little filly, there was something of a local talent show there. I had practiced for weeks and weeks on this mandolin, learning everything I know from my ma. My spot was in the late afternoon, and I had such terrible stagefright, especially after a bunch of other foals messed up!" she says, with a giggle at the end.

"But my ma encouraged me on, and I imagined all the folk there to be her. I focused and focused on my performance just as the sun was setting, and at the end everypony was stomping their hooves! My parents hugged me so hard I thought I would burst, because just then I earned my cutie mark!"

>>155101
Mustard Trim moves his legs around her, holding her next to his fur in his embrace.

"Well that sounds pretty special to me" He says, looking down into her eyes

"Got the whole church moving with you, your very first time."

>>155102
Looking up at him, Amber Sunset exclaims, "It was one of the happiest moments in my life." Blushing and pressing her muzzle up against his, she adds, "I think being up on the hill counts as one of those, too."

>>155103
He smiles, and rubs her shoulder
"Hehehe, glad I could be there for that"

>>155104
pony is rubbed

"What's your happiest moment in Baltimare?" she asks.

>>155105
"Heh. It... may have been the hill. Or when you asked me to go to the club with you."

>>155106
The filly blushes. "Shucks, really? I'm honored."

>>155107
"Heheheh"
He rubs her more, then pulls her closer. He blushes and turns his head.

>>155108
She nuzzles his neck, as her hoof reciprocates by rubbing his chest, then lower, onto his belly.

>>155109
“Hehe”
He moves lower, going towards her belly as well

>>155110
Amber looks down his belly with curiosity as her hoof tentatively reaches lower, to touch his sheath.

>>155111
Individual hairs that move away from his belly are visible this close up. Because of his posture, his belly extends further out. His sheath is visible from this angle, with nothing protruding.

She succeeds in touching it, and it gives way a bit, before pressing back. He twitches, and makes a giggling laugh.

>>155112
Mustard can feel her breath on his chest. She giggles as well in lewd fascination, pushing his sheath away from him and letting it spring back.

>>155113
Push in - it pushes out. The black resident within starts to come out slowly

>>155114
She stares at the dark snake as it emerges from its den. She puts her hoof on its tip to feel it expand against her frog.

"It really does fit in there. How do you make it grow?"

>>155115
It presses and expands in real time, pushing her frog up

"It kind of just does its own thing" He says, slightly embarrassed

>>155116
She pulls her frog back, continuing to watch it.

"Ever had it grow without you wanting it to?"

>>155117
It comes out a little ways, and then seems to stop

"All the time" he answers

>>155118
She tries to suppress a guffaw at the thought. "Can you tell me an example?"

>>155119
"Well, I mean like it'll happen in school or when I'm out in public. Like today in the pool. We were playing together and you grabbed my sides a few times. And there would have been no way to hide it. So I thought of some disgusting memories, and that kept it in. And we were able to play together."

>>155120
"Oh…." She thinks back to the pool, where ponies would definitely not appreciate a full view of a stallionhood. "I'm sorry, I won't touch you in public then," she assures with an embarrassed smile.

>>155121
"It's okay. I liked it." He says, with a wide, toothy smile

>>155122
"Hehehe," she giggles as she grabs his sides, rubbing her hooves up and down.

"If you, erm, have a question about me, I'll do my best to answer."

>>155123
"Why me?" He asks

>>155124
It doesn't take long at all to formulate a response. "When I told you I was headed to Club Maurice, you didn't hesitate to come make sure I was okay, even though it was kind of scary. I knew then that you weren't just any colt, I could depend on you and you cared about me. You're a stallion."

>>155125
“Heh”

He smiles, rubs her side, and leans into her.

>>155126
"Is there any part of me you're really curious about? You don't get to see a lot of mares this up close, do you?"

She looks at him with lidded eyes, her face flushed. Her hoof leaves his side, the fetlock it's attached to slowly brought up his shaft.

>>155127
“Well…”
He looks down, to her belly and between her legs.

“Yeah. A mare has never let me look there before. Or touch there.”

>>155128
Her belly is covered with shorter hair than the rest of her torso, but her meagre fluff is still enough to conceal her ribs and muscles. Her stocky body, though short in length, is rounder than Mustard and most other mares, and is built for hard work rather than speed or beauty.

He most likely has seen ponies' mammaries in a casual context before, as they don't normally wear clothes, or perhaps seen them displayed in erotic magazines, though interestingly they are considered sexier when covered with lingerie. Amber's are set just in front of her thighs and broader than most but shallow, like rolling hills, unlike some mares' which are narrow but dangle between the legs. Young mares that haven't had foals tend to have smaller teats, so there is a good chance hers will deepen with time. Mustard can clearly see her sienna-hued skin underneath the short fuzz that covers it. Her nipples, however, protrude from their middles like soft-tipped orange cones and are completely hairless.

Further down he gets a good view of her thighs and between her legs. The inside of her thighs has much shorter hair than on their outsides, and he can see veins lacing this muscular yet tender area. Her teats do not exist in isolation but their fuzzy skin merges between her thighs and runs all the way back; he may remember this warm velvet had stimulated the underside of his penis exquisitely. It finally terminates in a slight bulge of bare skin at the very back, marking the start of her vulva.

"If-if you want to now, be my guest," she states, a wide embarrassed grin spread across her face.

>>155129
He looks down in fascination, and cautiously moves his hoof towards her. He places it on one of her teats, and presses in. Then he rubs it, and presses again, trying to appreciate what bounce it has. He moves his hoof along the exposed skin, down to the edge of her vulva, and back again.

>>155132
Amber shudders in pleasure as he gropes her. She rubs her head against his and nickers softly into his ear.

Her teats are delightfully soft, like spongy or bouncy pillows, and he is able to push them in any direction he desires. As he does so he feels her nipple, initially giving way under his frog, firm up and poke him back. However, her mammaries aren't more than an inch thick, and as he presses in he can feel the firmness of her abdominal muscle. When he moves his hoof lower and back again her legs jitter and she sucks in a breath.

>>155133
When she bites his ear, he giggles, and taps her in the belly

He presses in all the way, let’s the breast come back, then does the same to the other one, and then moves each nipple side to side. He spends a couple minutes playing with them, and gently letting her onto her back.

>>155134
She laughs at his playfulness and nuzzles his neck tenderly. A wandering hoof happens to end up in his lap; it softly prods his testes, feeling how the sack lets itself be pushed around. It moves diagonally up his phallus, feeling around especially around his medial ring and his tip, before moving back down again. It pulls away only when she's repositioned.

Crotchboobs feel good, and it's his first chance to have fun with them since he was a baby foal. He may happen to wonder, if that's his inclination, how big they'll be after a couple of foals, and what her milk will taste like.

As Amber is let onto her back she gazes into his eyes dreamily, her face still red as autumn. If she's embarrassed it only adds to the thrill.

>>155135
His phallus expands, becoming hard again. The spring in his flesh decreases with each touch. His testes move the first couple times they are touched, abd are soft bags of skin with hard spherical centers. He giggles at the touch. At one time, he closes his legs on her hoof after she touches him, though he lets go.

He lays on his side next to her, his left hindleg on the bed and his right leg in the air. He moves his upper body up, supported by his leg foreleg so that his face is over his, and he looks into her eyes.

He continues rubbing, and messing around on her lower quarters, as he moves down and touches her vaginal lips.

>>155136
She coos softly as he lies beside her, and she takes a sheepish glance at his fully erect member, now pointed at her face. Both of her hind legs are in the air, though she lowers her left so he has better access to her intimate areas. She suppresses her tendency to squirm at his arousing touch.

When his hoof touches her labia, she grunts and he can feel them twitch against him, leaving some traces of moisture. A strong warmth emanates from her vagina when her lower lips open.

>>155137
He reaches lower, until he has the edge of his hoof on her vulva. He moves it even further, placing his frog over her lips, abs feeling both….

And then he pulls his hoof away
“Amber… there’s something I need to say to you”

Amber may now be wondering if she will ever get to enjoy an uninterrupted experience of intimacy after the hill, or of that will be her one experience in her life.

>>155138
Her breaths come heavy as she feels her love touch her most intimate place. She looks up in surprise, cheeks red, when he interrupts himself.

"Yes, Mustard?" She implores him with her eyes to be quick about it; her body is crying out to her for more.

>>155139
Poor filly is cockblocked by her coltfriend, who choses now of all times to talk about his feelings, just as things are heating up.

"Amber... You're the first filly to approach me like this, to really want me in this way..." He looks away and taps his hooves

"Uh, before we get too into it, well, my mother says that colts who are looking for a wife don't want a used filly. They want a filly who has never been with any other colt or stallion before. I don't know if this is true, but I kind of feel the same way. I would not prefer a used filly. This conversation happens between my mother and my sister every other day" His eyes look away again, before meeting Amber's

"I believe you when you say you are a virgin. I believe me when you say you are not on your cycle and won't get pregnant. I believe you when you tell me you love me. I am flattered that you want me to be your first.. No really, I am. I want to be your first colt... I want to be the first of some filly. I would like to be the one and only of some filly, some filly that I take for life." He looks away, then back

"I cannot say what the future holds. I do not know if we will last together all of our lives, or if we will only last the night. I cannot promise you I will fall in love with you. I cannot promise I will stay forever. I will go along with you if you want to make me love you, so long as you do not disrespect me. But I do not know what will happen. Now that you know that, if you still want me to take you, I will let myself take you. If you do not want me to take you, I will not be offended. If you want to wait, I will wait. I just think it was important I told you that, because I would feel very bad if I did not."

moment of decision

>>155140
Whenever there's a big gap in my posting today, it's because I took the opportunity to have a nap

Amber is a filly who, unlike Mustard, never felt release this night. Intermittently she has received foreplay well in excess of what gets a pony in the mood to hump or get humped. Several times she has felt the powerful emotions of passion, betrayal, sadness and longing, and after all this she finally thinks happy endings just might be true. Her appraisal of this colt has been a rollercoaster this night, but following her fainting has only gone upward, climaxing with his very informal (and unofficial) offer of marriage.

In short, the virgin's body is craving to be bred right now, here, by this colt who never sired, anestrus be damned. He can see it in how her eyes drink him in, how her body squirms desperately, how her pugnacious little clitoris pushes through its enclosure. He can hear it in her heavy breaths, her soft whines as he waxes on–though she hangs onto every word. He can smell it with the now ample pheromones her vagina is releasing, enough to keep him twitching, maybe even dripping. Most colts would go ahead and deflower her right there, even if it was estrus, and put a baby in her.

Gradually, her breaths return to normal, her squirms slow down, and her vulva stops winking. It's probably for the best he made a lengthened, corny speech, and it may have been intentional to get her in a more balanced state of mind.

"Mustard, you're a gentlecolt to, even now, think about my future, about whether this might harm me or not." She blushes, this time from being honored rather than stimulated or embarrassed.

"My ma would say the same thing, that good and noble stallions want a chaste mare, one who doesn't gallivant around with others. That colts and fillies should be chaperoned before getting married, so they 'come by it honest' when having foals."

"She didn't talk about it that much, but I did know not to go kiss strange ponies, not unless you intend to marry 'em. I didn't know about…this…this is called 's-sex', r-right?" she asks, this time her blush one of embarrassment as well. "But if I had I wouldn't want it outside of marriage, a lifetime commitment, anyway. What little I have experienced tonight, it's…it's magical, somethin' that feels amazing, but that's more than feelin', it's…a lifelong bond." She breathes in and out.

"On the hill, I didn't know what I was getting myself into. If you–if you took my virginity then, I might begrudge you. But you didn't. And since then, you've shown yourself to be a true gentlecolt in every way, 'specially now. I'll admit I didn't give myself very good ground to present myself as honest, and I could be more honest than I am, but despite that you chose to trust me–I meant it, by the way, that I would never lie to you. You forgave me after I mistreated you so badly, and as much as I mean my promise to never hurt you again, I'm still surprised you'd ever think of marriage after that. I found a lot of the talk of my virginity hurtful, but that you think of it as so important proves you don't want some fling, but something better."

She stares into his eyes, her head raised from her supine position. "I guess what I'm tryin' to say is, you're truly special to me. Get a good look at me: if I'm not the pony you would like to spend the rest of your life with–and I understand fully if you don't want that–that's okay, and we can do something else. But if there's a good chance then…then even if it doesn't work out in the long run, I still want you inside me and I'll take my chances, because you deserve everything I can give to you. I don't know many colts to be honest, but you're special to me, and I think you're the one, and I would be honored if we…if we consummated this." She watches his response intently.

>>155141
He smiles at her like she's adorable at first, has a look of concern for most of her response like he is afraid of something, and then smiles at her last words. He takes his hoof, and ruffles her mane.

But at the end of it, he still feels the need to make a follow up question.

"Even though I cannot commit, and it might hurt you with the next stallion, you still want to?"

>>155142
mane is ruffled

She thinks about this carefully for several seconds. "Y-yes, I do. You're worth that much to me. I love you, Mustard, not just the touch of your body but your bravery, your honor, your understanding. I've seen who you truly are, now, and I want all of you." She smiles meekly at him; she's still on her back, completely exposed.

>>155143
He looks at her and smiles. Then he rolls over, and stands up on the bed, placing a hoof to Amber's left, another to her right, and then over her lower body, until he is overtop of her looking down into her eyes. His eyes almost glow. He places the end of his snout to hers, presses her lips to hers, and then kisses her.

>>155144
Amber gazes into his beautiful blue eyes with intense longing. She lets herself into a gentle, tender kiss, one which has a singular meaning, "I love you."

>>155145
He accepts the tender kiss. But before entering into a kiss of passion, he breaks away so he can be sure his right hoof makes its way down Amber's belly, across her teats, touching her exposed skin, and onto her vulva. He resumes where he left off, more or less, pressing his frog against her soft lips.

>>155146
Mustard can feel her tremble as he tenderly touches her; the thrill of touching a member of the opposite sex–one whom you love dearly, no less–in such a new and intimate way is especially titillating to the teenagers, as not only is it an unfamiliar sensation but it carries the emotional significance of stumbling on a forbidden cache of knowledge.

He is able to get a feel for the shape and sensation of her vulva, his hoof pushing through a couple of scraggly hairs on its underside and feeling the warmth emanating from her lips. It's quite a uniquely feeling organ, being purely soft and fleshy yet almost rubbery, no doubt to protect her interior from the elements. She squirms softly when he feels how much give it has, and when her small clitoris gives his frog a kiss she can't help but moan, "Ohhhh~"

>>155147
Mustard abandons his recently assumed posture so he can have a closer glimpse of her lower extremities, pulling his head back, and trying to look at her.

He moves his hoof, and starts rubbing her lips.

>>155148
This is not a perspective he has seen before, and it's quite an attractive one. Her legs are spread outward so he can see everything of significance, from her anus, up past her soft vulva, past the shallow peaks of her teats, to her cute little face smiling down at him. She gives a toothy smile, her purple eyes gleaming at him on either side of the white band on her forehead.

However, when he touches her intimate areas she throws her head back with a gasp, then sighing. As her moist lips are rubbed they separate easily from each other and he can catch glimpses of her warm, pink interior. Deeply aroused, her clitoris tries to show itself, but given its size it cannot push her labia out of the way entirely, only showing a little pink nub.

>>155149
He moves even further back, eventually getting off of the bed, so he can looks inside her.

He moves his hoof so that the end of it is pressed inside of her, and he moves his hoof back and forth, pushing her lips aside, and forcing his hoof at least part way into her vagina itself.

>>155150
He hears her groan as the even more sensitive interior is touched by his curious hooves. Her vagina is too small to accommodate his hoof fully, at least without a painful amount of force. Trying to get a good look, he sees much the same as before, albeit upside down: up at the top, curved part of her vulva is her small, smooth clitoris, her urethra just below–if he was curious about just where mares peed from–and finally her untouched love canal. Putting his hoof deeper, he can see the ridged walls contract to almost close together, then slowly relax back open as she sighs. He can't quite touch a ring of thin, pink skin which is part of the way down and which obscures a deeper view.

>>155151
For the moment, he is content to touch, and to wave his hoof, back and forth in a repetitive motion, not quite forcing himself throgh.

>>155152
Her labia, and the flesh underneath, have some stretch to them, and he can see the folds of her open vagina shift back and forth with his hoof. He can also directly touch her here; the pink flesh feels soft and warm, almost like the inside of a pony's mouth, but it's slick with something that is decidedly not saliva. He can't tell if this moisture is coming from her urethra or something along her canal. When his soft frog waves across those fleshy ridges, she groans as her rump and legs spasm slightly.

"Does it…does it…aah!…look as good as it feels?"

>>155153
He takes his hoof out and examines it, with all of its goo. Then he looks inside of her in all of her glory.

"It's beautiful" He says
And he places his edge of his hoof right back inside of her, rubbing her

>>155154
It gleams in the light and has a strong musky scent. In fact, being this close, the smell–designed to enrapture mates–is intoxicating, and he may recall fond memories of following mares just a bit too close as they were going through estrus.

Amber doesn't say anything, but he can hear her shallow groans repeat, one after the other, as her chest rises and falls. Her little heart-shaped nub, even if it's not being touched, is regularly pulsing, and he can see her vaginal walls close in on empty air and relax, repeatedly.

Mustard can see her tremulously reach a hoof down and grope her own teat, grabbing it perhaps more forcefully than he might have dared.

>>155155
For a moment, he stares into the tunnel, enraptured by the sight. But when Amber moves her hoof down, he gets the idea, and takes his other hoof, and rubs her other teat. He presses his hoof back inside of her, and against her labia, rubbing her more intensely

>>155156
l-lewd!

Still cute though

>>155157
Amber, who has never touched herself in this way before, let alone be touched by another pony, makes louder and heavier moans. Though she is staring up at the ceiling, in her mind's eye she can imagine Mustard Trim–her special somepony, her one true love–doing such lovely things to her, being united in one flesh forever and ever. Every part of her tingles as it is laid bare, especially the most sensitive and arousing parts, and the knowledge that her carnal secrets are being shared with one pony is as arousing as the stimulation itself.

And then…

She crests over a hill for the first time ever, and realizes she can ride it down gradually or have a total release. Desperate after waiting so long, the choice is clear. Her moans turn into a pleasured squeal loud enough to be heard by the neighbors, if not wake them up, as her shaking rump lifts off the bed. He gets a front row seat to the first orgasm he witnesses that is not his own. Her clitoris pokes out farther than it had before as her vagina clamps down on empty space, staying in that right position. Her urethra spurts forth a thick, yellow liquid in an arc, perhaps as far as his face but definitely covering her hoof, and repeats a couple more weaker ejaculations before merely dribbling it down her vulva, around her anus and dock and onto the blanket below.

In just a few seconds her rump falls back down onto the bed, and her hooves return to her sides. She is taking heavy breaths, giggling just as he had done on that hill. "I think I just…heh…." she mutters, her mind still in a coital daze.

>>155158
"Eeeep!" He jumps at the liquid, and disappears from behind the bed to go to the bathroom.

For some odd reason, Amber gets the feeling that their neighbors are kind of just used to hearing sex noises at 2 AM.

Her colt, her one-sided bonded life partner, returns to the room after quickly washing off his hoof. He jumps onto the bed, and looks to the little filly.

>>155159
She gives him a sheepish smile. "Sorry, hehe, didn't know…" she murmurs, stuttered with little giggles. Her breaths are steadier now but still rather heavy. For her part, the liquid does not smell like mare's urine, instead having a distinctive musky odor.

>>155160
He gives an awkward smile of his own
"Neither did I..."

He looks at her, lying on the bed, and looks up and down her body. He again stands over her, legs to either side, and he points his muzzle down to Amber's lower regions as he watches his penis make contact with her vaginal lips, and then press inside of her.

>>155161
She certainly looks less restless now and lies there calmly, though not in a frigid sort of way. He can watch his tip push into her relaxed and soft, and now very wet, lips. Amber looks up at him, moaning softly as the main course is finally being realized, feeling his most intimate organ make contact with hers. He may have to push a little lower, sliding down her pink wet entrance to her pleasured sighs, to enter her vaginal canal proper. All four of her legs grab softly onto his body as she looks at him expectantly, her mouth open.

It's easier than he might have expected, helped along by her wetness and extremely relaxed muscles. However, very quickly he arrives at a thin and pliable, but very fragile barrier, and he can go no further without forcing his way past.

>>155162
Once he reaches this position, he stands there in place, and looks to her with hesitation, examining every expression on her face. But then he lowers his muzzle and forces it onto hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, and contacting her tongue.

He lowers his hind legs, and presses his hooves in, trying to get the best grip. Then, with slow but very steady force, he pushes into her. Harder. Then harder. With as much force as necessary, he pushes himself all of the way into Amber, as deep into her as he can manage.

>>155163
Amber eagerly presses her tongue up against his. However, as he tears through her hymen she can acutely feel it and almost manages to pull her head away as she yelps in pain into his mouth. It may occur to him that this detail might have been a bad idea: had she bit down–she hadn't–he might have had trouble talking for a while.

She also compresses her vaginal muscles once again in response to the jolt of pain, and he can feel her ridged walls squeeze his hard penis tightly. However, with leverage, being partly in already and with ample natural lubricant he can force himself through easily. As the pain subsides and is replaced with new feelings of pleasure, she rejoins his kiss with gusto and her vagina loosens to better accommodate him. He isn't a tight squeeze but they can feel each other most intimately, with Mustard's member feeling every hot, slick ridge he pushes past. Her inside is very warm, almost hot, and a delightful change to the cold dry air.

She groans and shudders in pleasure–heightening his as her vaginal walls tremble and move in turn–as he pushes deeper, his medial ring and finally the edge of his sheath reaching her vulva. He encounters another barrier, this one thicker though perhaps more pliable, but with the length he has left he would be able to squeeze only his very tip through.

>>155164
He pauses for the moment that Amber yelps. But he isn't going to refuse to her what she's asked for, and instead he presses in as far as he can go, ignoring any complaints of pain. He slowly starts to withdraw, and hen push in again, in several slow movements. He increases the pace, though only slightly. He makes loud breathes through his nose as he moves in her, then out.

>>155165
Two things are very clear, that she was a virgin, and now she isn't.

Amber looks at him with lidded purple eyes as he makes her his mare. Her hind legs rub along his backside as he plumbs her depths. Her vaginal walls slowly clench around his entire length, her rear wiggling back and forth to rub those two sensitive surfaces together, before releasing him with a sigh. Her front legs also wrap around him in a tender embrace as her tongue enters his mouth now. She tries clenching and relaxing her vaginal muscles in different ways, before finding that relaxing to let him in and tightening as he pulls out is the most pleasurable.

>>155166
As before, Mustard Trim takes Amber's deflowering more seriously than her, and the moment is marked with a frowning expression of dread. But this is quickly replaced by gritted teeth, and small snorts as he keeps up the physical activity. He has made a permanent mark on this filly, and he is going to finish her.

He takes loud breaths, pushes in, and makes a few "Ah!" and other sounds, pushing in and out, again and again. There is a small spurt, and Amber's insides are lubricated just a little better. This might be concerning if Amber were (known to be) in heat. But Mustard Trim presses on, not changing his pattern.

>>155168
She closes her eyes, sighing and groaning in pleasure along with the wet sounds of their lovemaking. She has long made up her mind, and has longed for just this. "Oh…harder…please…" she begs in a voice that's almost a whinny. She tries her best to follow his pattern, and though she makes small mistakes she loosens herself to let him in all the way, then tightens to feel every detail of his shaft as he withdraws. Her groans intensify as he presses on, and she can't help but squirm, his penis needing to bend slightly down her tunnel as she twists.

>>155169
"Ah!" He pauses for a moment, breathing loudly, but listens to her plea. He starts again with each thrust faster and further, with more force, in a more frantic pace. He grits his teeth, and breathes loudly through his nose and mouth, making occasional grunting sounds. He presses his hooves into the bedsheets, ruffling them, and spreading out even further to each side of Amber.

>>155170
Amber gasps, again and again as she is carried away by ecstasy, feeling him push faster and harder into her, between her sensitive walls, right up to her cervix. Her teats bounce back and forth as he ruts her with animalistic fervor. She is finally fulfilling her biological urge to mate despite every difficulty, and there is no stopping her.

Her hind hooves dig into his flanks as she lets her legs move along with him, wanting him to keep going, and going, and going. She takes heavier and more ragged breaths as she on the bed beneath him. "Ohh…Mustard!" she yells, followed by another squeal that the neighbors certainly heard. He can feel her climax around him as her walls press in on him like a vice as well as a hot wetness around his base and testicles. Moreover, the powerful muscles just behind those soft pink walls take on an instinctual rhythm, pumping him from base to tip. He might be able to not be pushed across the edge after that, but even if he wants to it would be extremely difficult.

>>155171
"Ah... Ah... Ah!"

Amber feels a spurt of liquid inside of her, then another, and another one. Mustard raises his head upwards, and rolls his eyes.

"Ah..."

He does not, however, stop. He thrusts forward, pulls back, and thrusts again. Liquid fills her insides, and the friction between the two becomes much lesser. Mustard's semen mixes with Amber's blood as it slowly pours onto her bedsheets.

Mustard looks down to Amber and makes a "hehehehe" that crosses a laugh with a whinny. He does not stop with her, but if anything, increases the pace.

>>155172
Amber does not laugh along with him, but is too busy being in the throes of orgiastic passion and moaning loudly. Her clitoris rubs along his wet shaft, sending shudders of pleasure up her spine. She rocks back and forth, as if a ship in stormy seas.

"Yes, y-yes!" she gasps.

>>155173
He lowers his hindquarters to get a new angle on her. He now makes rapid, short thrusts. This higher pace is necessary, because her insides are so wet as to barely have friction, and he will now require eve more stimulation.

He is panting heavily, and mostly looking in front of himself at the wall. Occasionally he looks down to Amber. He looks dazed, and almost out of control of himself. The bed is starting to shake heavily, to the extent it could annoy neighbors.

She can feel his penis not just moving in and out, but hitting every wall. The two are not in sync with each other, so every new hit is in a slightly different place.

>>155174
Amber's mane is utterly disheveled, and she looks to be in a daze herself. The pleasure she is in has surpassed conscious description and she remains enraptured by her continuing orgasm even as another seems to be building. Among the sounds of their labored breaths are also the quick squelches of their union, each quick thrust ejecting some of their copious bodily fluids and dousing her rump and tail.

>>155175
"Ah, ah, ah..."

He makes sounds with every movement, and he has only picked up the intensity, keeping the rapid pace, but now moving faster and deeper. The friction has increased as more liquid has made its way out of her. In and out, he moves rapidly, now moving his hindquarters up for a better angle into her.

He whinnies, and closes his eyes. He goes on like this for an extended period of time, until finally, Amber can feel another spurt, and then another. Each is much weaker than what she felt before, with much less coming out. But Mustard stops, and gives a sound of relief.

He stops moving, still inside of her, and breathes heavily.

>>155176
Amber's moans as well and rolls her eyes back. Her pleasure has increased as she feels his flare push against her deeper walls, then his shaft directly rubbing against her clitoris as he plunges in at a steeper angle. Unlike with last time, however, her orgasm starts after his, the twitching of his rod and the expansion of his shaft finally pushing her over the edge. Like with his, there is much less fluid and significantly weaker, her muscles gently holding him and helping to squeeze out a few more drops.

She lies there, still lightly gripping his shaft, and looks up at him with tired breaths. "I love you. I love you so much."

>>155177
He moves a few more times, thrusting in and out of her. But he's more or less spent for moment. He is breathing loudly, and is making small laughs, much the same as he did on the hill. His eyes were and are unfocused, moving around in whatever direction towards whatever in the room.

"I... hehe, I might... love you too hehe"

He collapses, and lays ontop of Amber in full contact with her body. He is still inside of her.

>>155178
She giggles along with Mustard, pausing for breath. She feels him inside of her some more, appreciating first, how much softer he seems to be now, and second, how much fluid is still in her. Lovemaking is a much messier affair than she would have guessed. Amber holds him tightly with her hooves, feeling how his chest rises against hers several times before she gently flips him onto his side, then his back, with her on top of him now.

>>155179
Mustard whinnies, but let's Amber move him. He is bigger than her, and he has a very dominating position over her, and more or less has her pinned to her bed. But he rolls, moving with her. He doesn't seem to want to pull out of her however. His chest rises and falls rapidly, as he seems to be out of breath. He continues his "hehehe" laughter.

>>155180
She doesn't pull him out, but rather lies on top of him. Despite the chill air, her coat is slick with sweat and she holds herself tight to him to share his warmth. She giggles awkwardly alongside him, her face flushed. "This is…this is more fun than I expected. I, uh, like you inside of me."

>>155181
"Hehehehe. Yeah. Me too. I like it"

He has an unnaturally wide grin on his face, and still seems somewhat dazed.

Laying on top of him is considerably more pleasant for Amber than being underneath him. Amber is actually not that far off in weight to Mustard Trim, but he can get over it.

>>155182
"Want to, um, do this more often? Weekdays won't work, but, er, how about weekends?" she propositions with an embarrassed smile.

Compared to Mustard she can keep her legs straighter, so it may be a little more comfortable than it is for him.

>>155183
He lowers his ears and looks up at her with puppy dog eyes

"Are you sure weekdays won't work?"

>>155184
"Can we sneak it in? And I have to work two jobs…" she says with a worried frown.

>>155185
"That's all the reason more why you'll need it. Maybe in the morning? Uh, the afternoon? Maybe late at night? Maybe there is somewhere to sneak off to?"

>>155186
"Morning, uh…I wouldn't want to tucker us out. Afternoon…only time is between jobs, and ponies would notice. After work, maybe?" she replies, uncertainly.

>>155187
"After work is great! I can walk you home, and I can stay by for a little while."

He looks at her pleadingly.

"Maybe there is someway to squeeze in the early morning? Before work?"

Amber likely appreciates this shift in leverage in their relationship, where this colt who wouldn't have sex with her because he wasn't sure he wanted to be her coltfriend, is now practically begging her to let him radically alter his schedule so he can stop by her apartment at strange hours. It's amazing what 20 minutes can do.

>>155188
Entire nations have been ruined before by the allure of good sex. Even crazy marefriends may be considered "worth it" because of passion in the bedroom.

"Early morning? Ain't you got school? How will you keep your ma from finding out? Your teachers? Your friends?"

She is wearing a dopey smile as well as she lies on him, her tail sluggishly moving from side to side as if to stretch some muscles. Her insides give a playful little squeeze, letting that part of him feel her strong heartbeat.

>>155189
“Yes. Uh…. Well you don’t go to the same school, so my teachers won’t know…”

He smiles at the squeeze, but he’s at the physical limits of what he can sustain. He is less firm than before.

>>155190
"I was talkin' about the smell…you'd have to wash up each time." The air does indeed lie heavy with not just the lingering scent of her arousal but also the strong smell of sex.

"And after work…it's a bit out of the way for you. Are you sure there ain't a place around the restaurant where ponies won't mind if we have a little private time? And how, erm, I wouldn't mess up my dress?"

The young mare relaxes on him, content to wait out his refractory period. She isn't quite sore or exhausted yet, and his sexual pleading is slowly arousing her once more. Her nipples poke into his abdomen as she arches her back and stretches her forelegs out, placing them on top of his shoulders.

>>155191
“Oh.” He says. “Uh… it won’t be that bad.”

He smiles giddily at her suggestion

“Yeah, we should look for that. Surely there must be somewhere.”

>>155192
Amber looks at him salaciously with those lidded eyes, then nuzzles and kisses his cheek. "I think I'd like that. Just…just bring something to clean up with."

Her warm breath brushes past the short fur on his face. "I didn't know what to expect with that, at all, but it was…it was heavenly. How was it for you?"

>>155193
He looks at her almost dopily, smiling widely
“Heh, okay” he says to her first remark

And in reply to her question,
“Intoxicating”

>>155194
"Mmm, you're intoxicating," she remarks, going for a slow but passionate kiss on the mouth.

>>155195
“Hehe” he pushes her mouth away with a nuzzle, but then goes in himself, moving her muzzle back, and kissing her in a union he does not soon break.

>>155196
She closes her eyes and lets herself be carried off by this simple, yet heartfelt act. Her fetlocks make an attempt to massage his shoulders, and he can feel her contract briefly several times.

>>155197
He moves his forelegs around her. He continues the kiss, gently rubbing her tongue. He repositions his hind legs to find a new angle, and starts small humps, though he does so with a kind of insincerity, like he does not intend to commit to it.

>>155198
Amber clearly enjoys his embrace as she rubs her chest against his; his hooves can feel the winter fluff of her coat and her now unkempt mane. Her tongue engages in a slow dance and attempts to intertwine with his. She doesn't reciprocate his humping motions, as if she is waiting for him to be ready, but he can feel her clitoris and labia twitch against him involuntarily.

>>155199
Her mane surely hangs down over the colt, draping him in hair. Some likely irritate. He moves his forelegs down lower, so that they are on her sides.

He tries to grab Amber with his thighs, so that he can push her slightly off of him. With this small distance, he starts humping movements, remaining deep inside her, pulling back slightly, and then moving back in. He grows more firm inside of her, and he whips his tail up, and then over to the side.

>>155200
Amber gently disengages from the kiss and pulls away from his grasp. At first she leans at a 45º angle with her forehooves on his chest, then she finally pushes herself vertical and whips her mane back. He can see everything on her front, her face, her chest, her belly, her teats, and finally the vulva holding him inside.

She repositions her hind legs to have balanced support on the bed, and then pushes herself slowly up until his medial ring pops out, then lowers herself again with a soft moan. She starts repeating this movement, using more distance than he is capable of alone.

>>155201
He looks up, smiling at her. He moves his legs up to her, holding her legs, and holding her up. He tries to move as well.

"I'm a little spent" he admits

>>155202
She looks down at him with a tired yet earnest smile. "It's okay, just relax," she reassures him.

This is not a comfortable position for a pony, as ponies are made to use four legs, not two, but she makes it work with her strong thighs which he can see in detail. This sex-hungry mare is in control here and is rutting herself using him rather than simply being rutted, and she settles into a slow but deliberate rhythm. Her vaginal grips him tightly as she pulls up and partly out, and then loosens as she leisurely lets gravity pull her all the way down until he pokes her very cervix.

With every upward or downward movement she says something lovey-dovey, interspersed with a grunt or sigh, such as, "I…ooohhh…I love you sooo…ah!…much!"

>>155203
The angle absolutely lets him go deep inside of her. Or rather, it lets her place him deep inside. As the liquid comes out under gravity, her grip on him becomes tighter. He isn't as firm as he was a half hour ago, but he at least has hardness left in him.

He has a wide grin
"Heh heh"

That's actually a pretty cute mental image

>>155204
A side effect of the position is that whereas before it would drip onto her rump and the blanket before, here the results of his previous intercourse drip down his shaft onto his testicles and crotch, particularly as her sensual lips give him a kiss every time at the bottom of the cycle.

Up and down she goes, biting her lip in concentration and looking between the scene of the action and his grinning face. His lack of complete firmness means he can feel himself deform slightly as her soft ridged walls drag across him, trying to bring him towards the ceiling. Yet it's still enough to let her give him her deepest recesses, surrounded on all sides by delicate pony.

"This is…hhhuh…good exercise," she remarks, shivering from pleasure. "I can…keep this going as long as you want…mmmh…but let me know when you want to go faster."