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>>157091
>>157095
>>157094
No, he isn't the strongest stallion in the world. But he does have the strength to physically place Amber where he wants. As soon as her head lies on the armrest, her back on the cushions, and her dress is pulled up, Mustard gets over top of her and penetrates both pairs of lips, kissing her passionately

>>157094
"Ooh, hehe." After enjoying the view of his figure while he assembles the rags, she giggles as she is thrown onto the couch. "You're so strong," she says with a flushed face. She pulls her skirt back, exposing all of her legs and even her teats.

>>157096
"Mmmm~," she moans into his mouth, feeling his warm girth push its way inside of her. Her hind leg that's hanging free shakes a bit.

>>157098
>>157096
>>157097
Mustard tries to reach down with one hoof to try to rub her teats, though the other hoof must dig into the armrest to keep him stable. He starts thrusting into her again, with a smooth angle. His tongue almost stops resting a moment in her mouth as he gives her more action lower on her body.

>>157099
It's not the best angle but still, supple and soft. He can feel her firm, conical nipples.

Amber moans softly into his mouth as she can feel him pressing her walls apart, and their closing back together with each retreat, again and again.

>>157094
Silver nods in agreement.

"I should bring your things inside from vehicle, now that I have alerted household that you are here."

>>157101
"Yes." He says.

"Uh, do I have a room? I know you had us get sleeping bags..."

>>157100
And thrust he does, pushing her apart with relatively slow movements. He puts more energy into the kiss, making more contact with his lips. From this new position, Amber can look into his eyes, he can feel his lips, and she can feel his chest, albeit through her dress. He rubs her nipples even more, and giggles while still in Amber's mouth.

>>157103
She gazes into his soft blue eyes, pushing her mouth against his, her tongue up and past his lips. She makes small noises fairly regularly with these movements; when he thrusts in her jittery hind leg presses up against his rump, and falls away when he moves out. Her vagina lightly grabs his penis as he moves out, feeling him pull against the resistance. Her nipples feel pleasant as he plays with them and she coos softly.

>>157104
He lets her intrude inside of him, onto his large, paprika tasting tongue. He tastes something odd on her and winces, but still continues. He presses her teats in, and then raises his hindlegs up, sending himself as deep inside of her as he can manage. His medial ring is inside of her, and he has begun to flare. Most of his movements traverse only a short distance, keeping himself (mostly) deep inside her.

>>157105
She moans into his mouth more loudly as he presses up against her cervix. As he continues his shorter movements she slowly twists her lower body this way and that, feeling his flare press up against her ridges and bumps in different ways.

>>157106
He makes a slight sideways movement, trying to get inside her in a new angle. Meanwhile, he picks up the pace, moving in and out at a faster rate. He makes several "ah!" sounds along the way. He lowers his hoof even further, and tries to rub her clitoris and labia in that narrow space his belly will allow.

>>157107
Amber closes her eyes, breathing heavily through her nose to the point she snorts several time. It may be difficult for him to reach, but she can feel him push against her sensitive clitoris as she arches her back a bit, pushing her rump down into the couch. If he's still kissing her, she pulls away and gasps at the sensations. She did a hard day of work, and now her true love is touching her clitoris tenderly with his frog as he occupies her private tunnel. That smooth rod of his is rubbing against her labia and her pink sensitive walls. Now his wide flare is pushing in and out right up to her inner barrier.

She looks like she wants to make a louder noise, but although her mouth opens wide she just makes a squeak in pleasure. Those short forelegs of hers grip onto Mustard's withers tightly as she shudders. He can feel wetness squirt around his shaft as she squeezes him tight, those soft bumps and ridges pressed hard against every part of his phallus in her.

>>157108
With Ambers squeak, he smiles, and presses his nose against hers, rubbing it with a nuzzle. He presses his other hoof against her clitoris, rubbing against her as he can. He moves his belly further away, making it easier to rub her as he greatly picks up the pace. He closes his eyes, and snorts. Now, his thrusts come quickly, as his flare moves along much of her insides.

>>157109
She nose-kisses him back, grinning wildly in an orgasmic gaze. Her moans are louder and irregular, and a musky scent is discernible even past the cigarette smoke.

"Ahhh…OH-huh-OH…oooohh…."

Her relaxing of her muscles makes his continued thrusts possible, as well as the generous amount of secretions that coat her insides and run down her rump. That little clitoris is very easy to find and every little touch seems to cause another jerk or spasm. Or maybe it's because of his flare plowing her in and out as she squirms underneath him.

>>157102
"Eh...I will think on how to sort that out."

>>157111
He tilts his head
"There isn't a room?" he asks

>>157110
He opens his eyes, and looks back into hers in a daze. The he closes his eyes again and winces, showing his teeth.

He moves away, and thrusts rapidly, then even faster. Then Amber feels a small spurt inside of her. Then all at once like a splash, or like filling a balloon with water, Amber feels a rush of liquid inside of her, instantly forcing apart the grip of her walls on him with a layer of love. He makes a whinny that he tries to keep down. He turns his head up, finally opens his eyes, and rolls them around in a raptured daze. He moves his chest down to lay on Amber, and continues thrusting back and forth, now at a lower pace.

>>157112
Amber's body is shaken as he pushes faster and faster, his member rapidly pushing past her wet and slippery walls. She bites her lip and squeaks in ecstasy, but when he twitches and ejaculates inside her she can't help but squeal loudly once. Completely flushed and panting, she opens her eyes and lustily gazes at him. Mustard can feel himself be slightly raised and lowered by her heavy breaths. She rubs his back as he continues pushing in and out, his copious semen all in her and dripping down her backside. Idly she wonders if by doing this regularly he's making more than before.

>>157113
Mustard is unable to return her lustful gaze, as in his state of ecstasy he is unable to focus his eyes on anything at all. His mouth opens, he lets out a loud breath, and he pants slightly. Once he recovers, he is able to look into her eyes with a look of alloyed lust, staring as he continues thrust after thrust after thrust, albeit at a slower pace and with much less friction. She thinks this is the most of his love that she's felt inside of her.

>>157112
"I have been getting lot of people without home to turn to, lately."

>>157114
It's an odd feeling, his thrusts in and out in a viscous sea inside her. His hooves are still on her vulva, and his shaft brushing past her labia still sends trills of pleasure. She hopes he doesn't stop.

"I love you," she says with a sigh as he lies on top of her.

>>157115
"Awww... But you give them a home?" He asks

>>157116
He does not stop, but continues. His new slow pace is unlikely to bring either of the two to orgasm, but he doesn't seem to care. He bends his left knee so that he is propped up over Amber on his elbow, and his chest contacts Amber as he more or less las on top of her. His right hoof, still on her genitals, is pressed between their bodies.

Mustard does not return the words "I love you." He does, however, return a nuzzle against the side of Amber's head, against her neck, and against her ears, which he nips several times. He moves his left hoof to rub against Amber's fur on her head, neck, and ears.

>>157117
Silver nods.

"I also try to help those who want place of their own. One mare from Skynavia now has apartment in city. I need to see her again, soon, see how she is doing."

>>157118
He wags his tail
"What about us?" He asks Silver

"What about me?"

>>157117
This gentle congress is pleasurable, though whenever he pulls back he seems to take out some semen which runs onto her anus and dock. Amber treasures his warmth as well as the rhythm of his breath and heartbeat.

She giggles with the nuzzles and nips, and her own left forehoof runs along his mane.

>>157119
He smiles at him again.

"I will. I have been thinking about adopting, once I have additional room in house. Colts need space to themselves after all. I believe Dark Star is potentially interested in adopting, too."

>>157113
I love this image

>>157120
His mane, though short, is tangled already. He moves just a little further away, which he does to increase the speed of his thrusting. The amount of liquid inside of Amber slowly starts to decrease

Mustard takes this time to kiss Amber again, and to stare into her eyes.

[1d20 = 7]

>>157121
“…. Really?”

>>157122
Those purple eyes peer back into his, full of love and pleasure. She moans softly into his mouth some more. There is a very audible squelching sound as he picks up speed.

>>157123
Silver nods firmly.

>>157124
Amber's colt moves his hoof away from underneath him, and tries to place it next to Amber's head for physical support. He mistakenly places the wrong part of his hoof on the armrest, then moves it. He places his tongue in her, and presses it against hers. But he doesn't keep it. He moves further away from her so that his muzzle is above hers, and he continues staring into her eyes. His eyes are more possessive, more determined, and more lustful now - hardened. Mustard has increased the pace on Amber. He increases it further still until he is shaking the couch, which thankfully is solid. His motions would be absolutely rough on Amber if he hadn't already filled her.

[1d20 = 9]
[1d20 = 1]

>>157125
Mint Marine has a wide smile, and his tail wags. Then the small unicorn jumps forward, pouncing on Silver's neck

>>157127
"Wah!"

Silver, assuming the little colt is pouncing on him to hug him, wraps his forelegs around Mint and hugs him back while laughing.

>>157128
And the small colt is indeed attempting a hug.
"I always wanted a father" he says. "Can I move in? Is there a school around here? When are you getting the boat?"

>>157130
He gives the colt a light reassuring squeeze.

"Easy, little one, slow down. First things first is getting additional room to serve as bedroom, which at rate at which things have been happening hopefully will not take long at all."

>>157131
The little pony is squeezed
The little pony breaks out of the hug, has an embarrassed smile, and lays down on his belly on the rock.

“Okay…” he says, looking up towards Silver. “When can I get a room?” He asks

>>157132
"Like I said, soon. I just need to complete job or two to be able to hire contractors and builders. Anyways, it would be good idea to meet other members of household, first."

>>157133
“Okay.” He says. He lingers lying on the ground a little bit longer, until it’s obvious that he needs to stand up, and follow Silver into the house.

>>157134
And thus Silver leads the little colt into the house.

>>157135
The two enter through the back door after going up the wooden steps and onto the patio. Inside, White Orchid is talking to Jubilosa, and Paper Clipping is standing up, going towards the kitchen. It’s kind of odd to see the ecru unicorn colt standing upright, with bandages that wrap all the way around him, and a thin, greyhound like body that almost resembles Jubilosa’s.

>>157136
Silver looks back and down at Mint to gauge his reaction, while his ears turn and pivot to listen in on what White Orchid and Jubilosa are talking about.

"What do you think?"

>>157126
"Heh…"

A strand of drool hangs between them as Amber is rutted. She likes this look Mustard adopts: stronger, tougher, possessive. He already put his seed in her, but she will always be his, they will always bring bliss to each other. She trembles in pleasure as she feels him roughly push in and out along her marehood. Thick globs of semen have been pulled out and cover her vulva, anus, and dock, as well as his scrotum.

>>157139
He continues, breaking eye contact to now stare at some undefined point on the floor past the armrest, and indeed past the floor, past the ground, the bedrock, and into the unknown earth. He pulls his lips back, showing his teeth, and he makes another small snort, and then a whinny. He moves even faster, until he is pushing Amber up and down, rubbing her back against her dress, pushing her head over the armrest, and slamming into her hindquarters with power. The sound of his testicles hitting her anus and rump becomes louder, as well as the feel of it. As more and more liquid is pulled out of her by her movement, the action becomes rougher, and the feel of himself inside of her, most especially the flare and ring, becomes more pronounced

Mustard whinnies, though he has the presence of mind to cut it short.

Amber doesn't have to wait long. As he presses in and out, in and out, she feels the flare enlarge, and then her insides become wetter, and filled with fluid once again. He slows down, and rolls his eyes, before hanging his head down towards Amber once again.

>>157141
Amber moans again, then louder, as she can feel him more and more as she gets used. She closes her eyes and concentrates on the sensation he gives her as she bounces up and down on her back. She rubs his sides with her forehooves as her hind hooves curl in pleasure; her mane hangs over the curtain as her head is thrown back, showing her neck. The ever-quickening motion intoxicates her mind with pleasure and emotions, as she feels his testes hit against her wet skin with a loud plap plap plap.

As he twitches and his flare grows, she squirms, whimpers and snorts. Mustard feels her walls clench in on him, sealing his fluid inside.

>>157142
Mustard Trim has his own semi formal dress shirt that he wears for work. Amber feels this as she holds onto him.

He stops moving, and takes several labored breathes through his open mouth. He looks down at Amber, and laughs with a “hehehe”

He nuzzles her nose, still standing there over top and inside of her.

“I’m glad you’ve decided to work here, Amber. You’ve made it so much better.”

>>157143
She pulls her head up and looks at him with a flushed, grinning face, breathing heavily and giggling. She nuzzles him back, clenching on him just a little more.

"Same," she says with heady breath. "I could work hard all day in the fields, and this moment would make it all worthwhile."

>>157145
He makes a couple more thrusts - slow, and not moving a very long distance; he’s not trying to escape her grip - in requital, and moves in to nuzzle her nose.

“I wish it could be like this forever.” He says

[1d20 = 6]

>>157146
His warmth and that odd wetness feel so odd, she can't help but jitter. She nuzzles him back with heady breaths.

"Me too…" she says, joining her lips to his in a kiss.

>>157147
"Hehehe" he giggles, before she presses her lips to his. Warm, soft, spread across a large muzzle, tender-

knock knock knock

"We're closing up. Make sure you have everything picked up and cleaned up before you leave."

>>157148
She pulls away, groaning.

"Okay, we will!" she yells at the door. She looks back at Mustard with a tired smile.

>>157149
Mustard Trim, however, looks more embarrassed. His ears go down when he hears the knocks. He pulls himself out of and off of Amber and stands up next to the couch. He tries to tend to the rags, and to wipe up the mess on Amber. He also tries to wipe the mess off of his hoof.

>>157150
"Ooh!" She still lies on her back, forelegs folded, with a flushed grin on her face. Her skirt is bunched up around her upper torso, leaving her lower body exposed.

As for the mess…there's a lot. Another thick glob comes out of her lips and drips down. The hair on the inside of her rump's fissure is caked with his seed, while it also covers her anus, her dock, and part of her tail. Trying not to get it all over, she stays still and lets him clean her, watching him with an embarrassed smile.

>>157151
Mustard Trim has an embarrassed look on his face as he wipes her vagina, wipes away by her anus, her dock, part of her tail, her rump... He reaches a rag down and wipes himself, then sees that there is something on the floor where he placed his hoof, then he turns the rags over to try to give an increased surface area... It's not pretty.

>>157152
She twitches a little as he touches her. "It was very nice of Ms. Salt to let us do this."

One he's cleaned most of her, she carefully flips over to stand on the floor. Her tail remains outstretched away from her backside. "Would you like some help?"

>>157153
"I still have to wonder if it was a trick of some kind."
He does smile, admiring her parts, and how it now gapes open. But he has to move on to clean up other things.

"Let's get cleaned up quickly. We need to get out of here. There are only two rags, and one of them was underneath you. The other is covered in mess."

>>157154
"Mhm."

She examines the rag that was underneath her and which protected the couch.

>>157155
>>157156
Amber may believe her liaisons with her coworker to be harmless, while Mustard Trim fears consequences. Amber can, however, be sure that this little dishrag has suffered greatly from Amber's romance, as it is now thoroughly covered in her and Mustard's love, though it seems to have been tarnished by stains long prior to Mustard grabbing it. Mustard placed it well, for in its sacrifice, the couch has been saved.

>>157157
Amber breathes a sigh of relief and folds it up and carries it. If there's a spot on the floor she'll try to clean it, but mainly she looks to throw away the messy towel.

>>157158
How an earth pony carries a used cumrag is perhaps an interesting topic for speculation.

There is a small spot of Amber on the armrest where Mustard tracked it with his hoof, another small spot on the floor where he stepped down, and two small spots on the floor where Mustard dripped. Not that much spillage, and hard to notice.

>>157159
Mustard may be disappointed to see that she doesn't let any of his wasted sperm touch her mouth, instead she carries the rag with a hoof and walks on three legs. Well, "walking" is a bit generous, as she very stiffly shuffles along, every movement still sending tingles. She spits on a cleaner side of the rag and tries getting rid of those spots.

"Ooh, that was so good…Mustard, how does my rear end look?" Her skirt is still bunched up over her back and she has her tail stick out straight behind her.

>>157160
Mustard Trim has a number of emotions, and disappointment is not one. He carries his own rag in a similar manner and is clearly disgusted by it. He bends his head down to look at her rear, lingering for a bit longer than is really necessary

"Uh... your dress will hide that, but you might want to go to the bathroom."

>>157161
"That's a good idea. Hopefully I can use the bathroom here." She drops her tail down and rears back suddenly to let down her skirt, then turns to leave.

>>157163
It's already been several minutes - well, probably two minutes - since the knock on the door. This hallway is distinct from the one that leads to the bathroom and kitchen, so Amber must walk all the way around the bar. (Unless she dares to cut through the kitchen).

>>157164
Although the kitchen staff are hardly prudes, it would be highly embarrassing to cut through there at this point. She tries walking around the bar.

>>157165
(Does Amber know the kitchen staff?)

Salt Mixer, who is going through the register, turns around to look at Amber as she walks out, smirking.

Mustard Trim follows a few pony lengths behind Amber in his own walk of shame, trying to keep his rag out of sight. He cannot make eye contact with Salt Mixer.

>>157166
Certainly not very well.

Amber makes eye contact with Salt Mixer, grinning bashfully at the older mare. Her hind legs still move rather stiffly, which along with the embarrassed look and the suspicious rags make it evident she's had a very good time.

>>157167
Salt Mixer’s grin shows more teeth in the back of the mouth than the front, and her light purple eyes show well under the bangs of her black mane. She watches the two as they go by. What tiny number of patrons remain are having their tabs closed, and are on the opposite side of the bar.

>>157168
Whether it's because Salt Mixer seems to be happy for the two of them, or because a stranger knows of their intimate encounter, Amber can't say, but she has a weird fuzzy feeling from all of it.

She enters the bathroom, keeping the door open for Mustard. What type of bathroom is it, large and segregated by sex or a more domestic style for one patron at a time?

>>157169
Segregated by sex. Two stalls in the girl’s bathroom.

Mustard has a “you can’t do that. That’s against the rules.” Response to being beckoned to follow her into the bathroom.

>>157170
Does the bathroom sound empty, at least? She looks back at him encouragingly.

>>157171
Yes. It is empty.

“But… it’s a girl’s bathroom…”

>>157172
"Nopony is in here. It's closing time. Plus, I'm a girl and I'm letting you in," she says softly.

>>157173
“Um, okay.” He follows her inside.

>>157174
Amber throws away the rag and takes him into one of the stalls. She starts taking off her dress.

>>157175
"But they'll miss that rag."

He follows her inside

"Oh..."

>>157176
"You don't want them to wipe off plates or counters with your…stuff, do you? It's only a rag." She leans upright against the stall's wall as she continues undoing the buttons on her dress. The yellow fur of her barrel gets revealed more and more.

>>157177
Presumably, he sits on the toilet. He watches her undress.

"They'll want another rag..."
Mustard is slowly starting to understand that Amber is not interested in talking right now

>>157178
"I can get them another one," she says.

Finally, she is able to pull off her dress and folds it as best as she can without a table, laying it on the back of the toilet. She is now completely naked with her belly facing him. "Do you want to clean up, or do you want to come to my place?"

>>157179
He looks down at her belly. He takes a moment to consider Amber's question.

"I wanted to go to your place..."

>>157180
She is standing on shaky legs, and her shallow teats low on her belly jiggle noticeably.

Hesitatingly, she asks, "At what time do you have to go to school tomorrow?"

>>157181
He does not make eye contact with her. Instead, his eyes are focused much lower

"8:00 AM" he says

>>157182
How long does it take to get from Amber's apartment to Mustard's, on hoof?

>>157184
Tentative answer is 25 minutes. It's a distance of approximately a mile and a half.

>>157182
>>157185
"I think we can make it happen. Quick, clean me up," she says, turning around. One of her hind legs is in the air and her tail is off to the side.

>>157186
"Uh." He takes a bit of toilet paper, and rubs it on her tail, then her dock. Then a different piece inside of her. It feels rather rough. Then another piece around her rump, trying to clean her off.

"Uh, I think that's what I can do. You may want to take a shower later though."

>>157187
"Ooh…" she coos. "Thank you."

She grins at him. "All good?" she asks.

>>157188
"I think so. Good enough at least."

>>157189
"Okay, let's go." For some reason she doesn't wear her dress–perhaps to save time–and carries it on her back. She leaves the stall, washes her hooves, and leaves the restroom.

>>157190
As Amber walks out, she hears

"Have a good night" from Salt Mixer, and "Her coltfriend was on the wait staff from some unidentified source. At least that's what she thinks she hears.

Mustard follows, though with delay. He does not have the rag.

>>157191
"Thank you!" she calls out to the bartender with a smile. She waits at the entrance for Mustard before leading him to her place.

Before leaving, she asks him, "Are you sure you can get home safely afterwards?"

>>157192
"If I can't, at worst I'll have to stay the night" he says, approaching her

>>157193
She frowns. She wouldn't mind him staying over except for the fact he would get in serious trouble for it. "How about I walk you back then?"

>>157194
Salt Mixer watches them leave

He wags his tail.
"I can pay for a taxi either way" he says. "I don't get much in tips. But I get a little."

>>157195
Whatever Salt Mixer is thinking, Amber isn't much concerned about it. "No no no, you have to save your money…."

>>157197
"Oh, it's only a few bits." He says. "If it means I can be with you, it is worth it."

>>157198
"I love being with you too, Mustard, but you have to be thinkin' about your future." She's already started trotting.

>>157199
He moves along more slowly
“Are the two exclusive?”
He asks this like he doesn’t know Amber’s answer

>>157200
"Not at all," she says with a smile. "It's good fun, and what's more, it's free."

>>157201
“That is not what I mean.” He says

>>157203
"Okay..." He says

"Should I just go home, then?"

>>157204
"Nuh-uh. Let's be together, for a little while at least." She lets him catch up and rubs her side against his. This time she's not wearing anything.

>>157206
He smiles, and then rubs her back, first with her body, and then with his head and neck
"Hehehe"
He almost knocks her over.

>>157207
The stout little filly is not easy knocked over. She giggles and pushes back into him.

>>157208
squeak
The tall, lanky colt has a higher center of gravity, and has to move his moves to keep balance
"hehe"
He moves besides her, and slowly but firmly presses into her. Not quite like he's trying to make her move into a garbage can or lamp post (he walks along the streetside) but, well, he does seem to try to change her trajectory.

>>157209
This time, Amber lets him steer her, if indeed he is trying to steer her.

>>157210
But he backs off, because Amber is really the one who knows how to get home

>>157211
Grinning back at him, she trots a little faster.

"We're really lucky, you know."

>>157212
"What do you mean?" He asks, trotting along

>>157214
"That was, heh heh, unexpected. To be honest with you, I am still worried we are going to get fired for it. I just hope she doesn't tell my mom..."

>>157215
She looks worried for a moment, then laughs it off. "No, you put in too much good work for her to want to do that, and she's the only pony who knows. Maybe she likes us, or she was like me at some point."

>>157216
"I don't know how she feels about you. But I know that I get the bad assignments. If the seating plan has an exclave, I have to take it. The patio, I have to take it. Large parties, I have to take it. All of the easy tables and the good tippers, she sends to her friends. I do not think she likes me."

>>157218
"That's been kind of my thought, but still. It feels like she doesn't like me, and whatever the reason, I'm being treated worse than the others. Also, you're newer than me, and she'll just let you have sex in the owner's office?"

>>157219
"Well…you were also allowed into the owner's office," she says, trying to rationalize it.

>>157220
"Maybe" He says

"I guess if she was trying to get the manager to fire us, I'll go work some place else."

>>157223
He turns to her
“She did?”

>>157224
Nodding, she says, "She did. We're probably not the first employees to use that room. Apparently Ms. Salt lets couples use it when she thinks it would be too dangerous for them to leave or something."

>>157225
He looks to her
“Perhaps. That would explain why the rags were there. I’ll I’m saying is that she isn’t normally nice to me and I wasn’t expecting her to let us do that.”

>>157227
He walks alongside her silent for several moments, contemplating her words.

“Back at the pool. You were asking if I had a crush on Saky Mixer. I wanted to say ‘no. I don’t think she likes me’.”

>>157228
Amber is confused by the sudden new tangent. "Go on…"

>>157229
"Well, there isn't really much more to say about that. You asked me if I had feelings for Salt Mixer, and I wanted to say to you not only 'no' but a strong 'no'. Of course I thought that you were trying to tell me that you had feelings for me and you wanted me to ask you out."

>>157230
After thinking this over for a moment, she replies, "Well, I was in a way, I do really like you. But I thought it was funny to tease you just a little about it. Even if you did have feelings for her, I wouldn't like you less."

>>157231
"Well I can't say she isn't attractive, because she is. But I don't like being given the patio and diamond dog families, and I don't like being chastised for not knowing the menu. She does not make me feel good, and so I cannot have feelings for her."

He blinks
"Are you sure that wasn't you trying to get me to say I liked you? Because you said 'yes' when I asked you out."

>>157232
"I may have been hinting at it," she says, with a small giggle.

>>157233
Mustard Trim jumps up to pounce on Amber to ruffle her mane with both hooves

>>157234
"Eep!" she cries out, then laughs as her mane is ruffled.

>>157235
"Hehehe" he says. He looks around, and jumps off of Amber, seemingly because he is afraid of looking like he is assaulting her. But her turns to her and nuzzles her

"Oh Amber, you're so adorable."

>>157237
“D’awww, thank Amber. I should make a pet name for you. How about teapot? You’re my little teapot, because you’re short and stout.”

>>157238
Laughing openly, she says, "Teapot? I can't even whistle well."

>>157239
He laughs.
“Can you? Try it. I want to hear you whistle.”

>>157240
>>157241
She sucks her breath in and…

"Prsbrtspt!"

It's much more of a raspberry than a whistle.

>>157242
He laughs
“Oh Amber, that’s not a whistle.”

>>157243
She sheepishly looks at him. "I know."

>>157244
“A whistle is more like this”
He makes a sound that is eerily reminiscent of the catcall the bay pony stallion gave to Amber earlier that day.

>>157246
She purses her lips together and blows, but only the sound of the wind itself can be heard.

>>157246
>>157247
You'll get 'em next time, little pony

"Oh Amber, maybe you're just not destined to be a whistler"

>>157248
"I guess I'm not much of a teapot, then," she says with a wry smile.

>>157137
Mint Marine cautiously enters the house, looking around.
"Wow.... it's so fancy."
He looks to Jubilosa
"A griffin!"
He looks to Paper Clipping
"Another unicorn"
For what it's worth, Paper Clipping is young enough that he could be the older brother of Mint Marine.

White Orchid asks Jubilosa questions that seem to make her a little uncomfortable
"So when you move across the floor, do you ever scratch them? Can you retract your claws? Is that a thing? So like, can you just grab things? Like a Unicorn? Well, not like a unicorn, but you know, you can grab things"

>>157249
"Awww. Well you're still little and you're still mine, I think." He smiles

>>157251
She nuzzles his chin as she presses her body against his.

>>157252
"Hehe" He nuzzles her back, and presses his body against hers. He wants to place a leg over her, but they must keep moving. The two arrive at Amber's place after some minutes

>>157253
Amber nickers softly as she walks beside him up the stairs, swatting his backside with her tail. When they reach her apartment, she lets him in and locks the door behind them.

The details of the last nights dream are recalled by Amber

Amber ends up in an open hall of marble floors - the other details are not clear - that pretty well follows the stylistic standard for large public and commercial buildings in Baltimare, at least for designs of the last half century. Amber is there with the orange stallion, but also two other stallions aged 25 and 40 or so, who are dressed in formal business suits. One wears his hat, while the other has it on his back, showing off a well combed black mane. What was Mustard so afraid of? He really ought to be here. But he didn’t want to go with the stallion, and the stallion did not want him to come along.

The stallion tells Amber that some years before, he lost the mare he loved. She was a lover he never married, though it seems he wish he did, or could have. He wants to reclaim her, to be with her again. He speaks of her as if she were dead, but the dead cannot be reclaimed. Perhaps she went and married another. Perhaps she moved away. He says that he has waited many years, and has travelled very far to come here for her. He says that over the years, he has tried to replace her. But there is no replacement, only her. He explains that some how, a specific tablet is the key to reclaiming her. Perhaps it is the link to her memory, perhaps it is the key to whereabouts, or perhaps it will remind her of her love for him. In all of these details, there is vagueness, and any answers the dream may have provided have since been lost in waking life.

What is not vague is Amber's memory of the tablet itself. He shows it to her. The tablet is rather large, a foot and a half wide, two feet tall, and three inches thick. Perhaps it is stone, but it looks more like Iron Pyrite, and more than half of its surface is gilded in gold, silver, and electra, with three red gemstones that appear to be rubies recessed into its surface. The stallion actually does have an explanation for what it is. It's a prayer tablet, with a number of common prayers written on it for the religious ceremonies typical to the civilization that constructed it. It was made by one of those ancient civilizations of the north and west of Zebrica, to a culture that ceased to exist and was ancient long before Celestia took the throne.

The tablet is remarkably well preserved, though Amber cannot read it. Each ruby has rays emanating from it, and equines around it. At the top, it is something like the sun. It is rain and new life to the left, and death and the underworld on the right. At least that's the best guess of what each set must mean. In a ring that wraps around the tablet, there are a number of monsters, or animals. If they correspond to any beasts that exist in modern times, they must surely be stylized depictions. One resembles a hydra, another a dragon, another an octopus, and another an equine. Yet each is uncanny, deviating from its inspiration enough to call the the interpretation into question. Maybe this was made back when the creatures of today did not exist in the form they are today. Indeed, perhaps this was made back in the time before horses and ponies - and donkeys and zebras - were so different.

The stallion looks Amber in the eyes with his own, dark brown eyes, and tells her that this tablet is the key to a past forever gone. His past. And he tells her that Amber is a part of that reclamation. He needs her.

But that is what is remembered

>>157254
"He he" he giggles. He immediately goes to the bed, and lays down on it. He lays on his belly, places his forehooves out in front, and smiles towards Amber.

>>157250
"Have look around while I get your things. My home is open to you."

Silver heads for the front door of the house, intent on getting to the car, getting the colts' items, and bringing the stuff inside.

>>157255
>>157256
Amber pauses for a minute in her room and closes her eyes, fixating on the sudden memory of that dream as intensely as a connoisseur would on a glass of wine. Is this stallion real? Is this tablet real? Impossible–no, not impossible, for messages often come in dreams. In any case, nothing she has experienced or even read could explain the details of his dress or his tablet.

The stallion left no direction to help her; was something else forgotten? She can only stay alert, ready to one day find that tablet. And she must do so before she settles down.

She opens her eyes, chagrined that her mystical experience distracted her from the moment. She places her dress off to the side, then trots up to Mustard and kisses him on the lips.

>>157257
Mint Marine looks around, and moves off into the right into the dining area. Silver moves through the living room, past White Orchid, Jubilosa, and Clip, and towards the front door. He is alone when he goes outside to the car, and retrieves any desired items.

>>157258
Mustard moves his head up, and returns her kiss. His ears go down, and his eyelid move down in part.

Amber does remember one more detail. The orange stallion said that Amber looked "fine," and reminded him of his lost lover in several ways. It was those words, spoken at the hotel ballroom's bar, that made Mustard Trim uncomfortable... for whatever that is worth.

>>157259
Strange…is it normal for stallions to compliment me so much? I don't think I deserve it.

She closes her eyes and continues kissing Mustard. She turns her head a little to the side to get a better angle and softly moans as she continues.

>>157260
At least she thinks that's what he said. Who knows. It wasn't very clear in context then, and it isn't clear now.

He moves his head up to make better contact with her, and gently starts to move his tongue in. He extends a hoof, and tries to place it over her.

>>157261
Amber lets him hold her. A blush returns to her cheeks as she feels pleasant tingles from the kiss.

>>157262
He moves for the filly to lay down next to him, holding a leg up, so that she sees there is space next to him for her.

>>157259
Silver brings the stuff inside, and sets the large, fairly heavy bags down by a living room wall.

"Whew! You forget how much I bought for you two until you have to carry it all."

>>157263
She climbs up next to him, snuggling her warm body next to his. She giggles softly as she nuzzles his cheek.

>>157264
Paper Clipping:
"Woah! What is that?"

Jubilosa extends her wings, and raises a foreleg in surprise at the bags of... stuff.

White Orchid and then seconds later, Mint Marine approach

White Orchid:
"Oh good, you got it"

>>157265
He opens his leg, and then places her under him, so that she is held in his embrace. He giggles, closes his eyes, and starts nuzzling her in turn.

>>157267
"I love you, Mustard," she murmurs.

>>157268
He moves his leg further out, and tries to rub her back and shoulder. He tries to place his other foreleg under her neck, and to rub her cheek with it. He extends his hind left leg over her flank. Most of all, he nuzzles her aggressively along her head and neck.

"Now how do you figure that?" he asks

>>157267
Silver answers Clip.

"This is what I bought for them on our first day out."

>>157269
Amber lets him place his legs around her and nuzzle her. One of her forelegs rubs his side while her hind leg brushes along and feels his plot. She looks at him with a warm smile under half-lidded eyes.

"Because you're the best. You're so kind and generous and handsome…ain't nothin' I'd rather do than just be smommickin' with you."

>>157270
“All of this.” He says

“… who are they, exactly?”
He had something like an awkward smile.

>>157276
His thighs are rather large as he has a considerable amount of leg. No muscle stands out, but simply to cover so much in an even layer proves he has a lot of it.

The way he places his legs around her almost buries her, like he doesn’t want her to get up. Hdd we moved his muzzle around, and repeatedly presses into her and rubs her.

“Thank you…” he says, not pausing the nuzzling.

“‘Smommicin’’?”

>>157277
She is perfectly content being snugly and warmly embraced, sighing as he nuzzles her in different places.

"Mmm…you know, fooling around, like we did on the hill, or here, or at the restaurant."

>>157278
“Oh. Heh heh.”

He continues the nuzzling. It seems this is what he really wanted to do when the two arrived at work, snd it’s what he chooses to do now. He rubs her with both hind legs and forelegs, reaching around to rub behind her ears.

He asks,
“You think they really wanted to use that room with random customers?”

>>157279
It is indeed very cozy. She wouldn't mind staying like this forever, feeling rubbed and caressed all over. She can't reciprocate as much, though her foreleg is on his side and her hind leg is on his plot.

"Maybe? Who can say? But they did really want to keep it clean."

>>157280
“Yuck” he says, pulling away his muzzle to make a disgusted expression. “I hope not. I would like to think that stuff doesn’t happen near us.”

>>157281
She considers the hypocrisy of his statement, considering they did make it happen in that private office which other ponies must frequent.

"No need to think about it," she says, rubbing his back. "We've got each other."

>>157282
“I guess” he says. He moves his muzzle back and lays it on the bed, and then tries to move the pillow so it is under his head. Amber can see that his cheeks are pressed in and an ear folds down in contact with the bedsheet.

>>157283
Amber snuggles in next to him, petting his mane.

>>157277
"Just two orphaned colts I have grown attached to, after...particular job we were all involved in in one way or another. They have been through much, but despite this I have found they have strong wills, and kind hearts."

>>157285
"D'awwww! That's sweet of you to help them like this. I think it's really good they have you to help them."

He looks down at the set of toys
"How long are they going to be staying?" he asks

>>157284
mane is pet
He opens his eyes and looks into hers. He continues

"Okay, so I really don't know what she does or did or is going to do, and I don't know if we actually are the first to use that room, and she is trying to blackmail us or something. I don't know. But I want to know what you would think if she or the other waiters, or any mare, really, were using the backroom to have relations with stallions they didn't know except at the bar."

>>157286
She blinks.

"Well, uh, Ms. Salt didn't mention meeting her coltfriend at the bar. She said he was from the docks. So I don't think that's true."

>>157287
“You’re missing the point. Just… imagine a hypothetical mare. It could be Salt Mixer. It could be my sister. It could be you when I’m not looking for all I know. Just… imagine a hypothetical mare. Don’t think of any specific mare at all, just a blank, nameless, hypothetical mare that looks like one of those things they pose clothes on in stores. Now, imagine that there’s a stallion she knows only from the bar. Maybe she’s seen him before and maybe she hasn’t. To me it does not matter. But they go back and have sex in the back room, or back at his place or wherever. And then that is the end of the relationship. They never intended on getting married or anything. Tell me. What do you think of that?”

>>157286
"I do not know, but at least until danger they are in has been sorted out."

>>157288
She looks confused. "Why the hay would they do that?"

>>157290
“Because it’s fun I guess? If they did, what would you think?”

>>157289
“Danger? What danger? Is the danger going to follow them here?”

>>157291
Silver shakes his head.

"It should not. It is just unintended consequence of previous job which made them unsafe where they were staying, one which I am going to sort out here soon. I wanted to let them get acquinted with house, first."

>>157292
"What would you think of that pony?" He asks

>>157293
"Uh, okay then. Wheeeeeeeerrrrreee in the house are they staying?" He asks, obviously curious about that detail.

>>157295
He lays there and contemplates her response. Well, maybe he's doing that, maybe he isn't. He's silent for a number of seconds.

"Okay..." He says

>>157296
"I hope I didn't upset you," she says with a concerned tone. With one foreleg she hugs him around the withers.

>>157297
pony is hugged

"I just want to know how you think. What you think." He says, emotionlessly while laying down on the pillow. He's a bit further away now, so Amber has to move closer to him to hug him.

>>157298
She scoots in closer, letting their bodies touch. "I'd like to know what you think, too."

>>157294
"That...is something I have not entirely figured out."

>>157299
"I think that sex is serious and sacred and it isn't a play thing. I think that it should be one stallion with one mare for life. If you have to break with that because of your spouses death or infidelity or something, you should deviate as little as possible. I think it is immoral and also very dangerous to have relations with strangers or multiple partners, and I do think lesser of mares who do that." He answers

>>157300
"Well you made me sleep on the couch" he says

>>157301
"Maybe you're right, I don't know. But I don't think there's any point to it if you're not with your special somepony," she says, stroking his mane.

>>157302
He moves a little closer to her, and starts nuzzling her nose.

>>157301
Silver nods, with a sheepish look on his face.

"I really need to get more room for household once I get enough money."

>>157304
"More room for household? Say what now?"

>>157303
She giggles as she nosekisses him, putting her hindleg up on his thigh. "We'll always be true to each other, won't we?"

>>157305
"You know, like proper room for you, if you wish to stay."

>>157306
"I can be to you." He says. He gives her another nuzzle

>>157307
"But... How?" He asks

>>157308
"Well, there is space underneath house that can be turned into well-insulated, well-protected bedroom or even entire flat. We could also look into if expansion of house is possible."

>>157309
He blinks
“It’s a three bedroom house on oceanfront property in a good neighborhood next to the city.”

But after a moment.
“That sounds great, like making a community home.”