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>>155205
Before, he was able to pass all of the mess onto Amber and her bed. Now, it is unavoidably his problem.
He focuses his expression on her belly. He moves a hoof, and uses it to touch her teats, and press them in. Inside of her, he can feel him twitching. He tries to move his hindquarters up to help in the movement, though the logistics do not work in his favor. He rubs his his other hoof across her.
"I don't know if I have any more in me." He says, smiling awkwardly.
"But you're uh, you're welcome to try"
He starts breathing heavily again
Before, he was able to pass all of the mess onto Amber and her bed. Now, it is unavoidably his problem.
He focuses his expression on her belly. He moves a hoof, and uses it to touch her teats, and press them in. Inside of her, he can feel him twitching. He tries to move his hindquarters up to help in the movement, though the logistics do not work in his favor. He rubs his his other hoof across her.
"I don't know if I have any more in me." He says, smiling awkwardly.
"But you're uh, you're welcome to try"
He starts breathing heavily again
>>155206
If he truly wanted to avoid as much mess on him as possible, he should have gone for doggy style.
poke
Her teats are as soft as ever, but her nipples are also as hard as he's ever felt them. A wonderful thing to touch as he's being ridden.
As if taking his statement as a challenge, she closes her eyes and pushes herself up and lets herself fall down with growing frequency. A plap sound repeats as her genitalia collides against his, and part of her mane falls over her left eye. Having only just used her vaginal muscles for the first time tonight, she easily loses her rhythm and can't regain it. Instead, her tunnel becomes constantly moderately tight and she tries twisting and squirming her lower body, pushing her walls into his tip at various sensitive angles. With her forelegs at her side and her expression that of labored concentration, it looks like she is in some kind of erotic dance.
Looking back to her teats, they are bouncing and shaking with every movement. Did they look the same way as she was galloping up the hill, or during their previous lovemaking on her back? Whatever the case, they are quite mesmerizing.
Her breaths become heavy and labored, and it's hard to tell whether it's from exertion or because of her mounting pleasure. Her moaning becoming ever faster may suggest the latter.
If he truly wanted to avoid as much mess on him as possible, he should have gone for doggy style.
poke
Her teats are as soft as ever, but her nipples are also as hard as he's ever felt them. A wonderful thing to touch as he's being ridden.
As if taking his statement as a challenge, she closes her eyes and pushes herself up and lets herself fall down with growing frequency. A plap sound repeats as her genitalia collides against his, and part of her mane falls over her left eye. Having only just used her vaginal muscles for the first time tonight, she easily loses her rhythm and can't regain it. Instead, her tunnel becomes constantly moderately tight and she tries twisting and squirming her lower body, pushing her walls into his tip at various sensitive angles. With her forelegs at her side and her expression that of labored concentration, it looks like she is in some kind of erotic dance.
Looking back to her teats, they are bouncing and shaking with every movement. Did they look the same way as she was galloping up the hill, or during their previous lovemaking on her back? Whatever the case, they are quite mesmerizing.
Her breaths become heavy and labored, and it's hard to tell whether it's from exertion or because of her mounting pleasure. Her moaning becoming ever faster may suggest the latter.
>>155207
He moves his hoof so that her left nipple moves across the frog of his hoof as she goes up and down, rubbing against him. He stares in fascination at the other nipple, as it moves up and down and bounces.
Inside of her, she can feel him hardening and firming up. She can feel him flaring inside of her, and providing a new sort of friction on her walls. The liquid drains away slowly, steadily, and the friction becomes something kind of like an aggressive tickle on her genitals
He moves his hoof so that her left nipple moves across the frog of his hoof as she goes up and down, rubbing against him. He stares in fascination at the other nipple, as it moves up and down and bounces.
Inside of her, she can feel him hardening and firming up. She can feel him flaring inside of her, and providing a new sort of friction on her walls. The liquid drains away slowly, steadily, and the friction becomes something kind of like an aggressive tickle on her genitals
>>155208
"Hhh…ahhh…ohh–ohhh!"
It's impossible to tell by how much his stimulation of her nipple adds to her pleasure, but she looks to be in a state of frenzied bliss. Her moans become louder and more erratic as he flares inside her, but she shows no signs of stopping or even slowing. She lengthens her strokes, pushing his wide, sensitive tip from nearly her entrance up to the very end of the cave, and back again. It feels like she's trembling, inside and out, as she pushes herself even faster, her midsection writhing to and fro in sheer ecstasy.
And then…
Her eyes shoot open briefly before she closes them again, and she slams her rump down onto his groin with a loud squeal followed by longer but slightly quieter squeals, ending with loud pants. His entire length is encompassed in her warmth, the very tip just poking past her inner barrier. He can feel her push thick, viscous liquid around his penis, it dripping down his testicles and onto his perineum. She presses on his member, again and again, her wavelike muscles rolling from base to tip, intent on milking every last drop of virility from him. The sensation is overwhelming in the way no hoof or mouth could ever be.
"Hhh…ahhh…ohh–ohhh!"
It's impossible to tell by how much his stimulation of her nipple adds to her pleasure, but she looks to be in a state of frenzied bliss. Her moans become louder and more erratic as he flares inside her, but she shows no signs of stopping or even slowing. She lengthens her strokes, pushing his wide, sensitive tip from nearly her entrance up to the very end of the cave, and back again. It feels like she's trembling, inside and out, as she pushes herself even faster, her midsection writhing to and fro in sheer ecstasy.
And then…
Her eyes shoot open briefly before she closes them again, and she slams her rump down onto his groin with a loud squeal followed by longer but slightly quieter squeals, ending with loud pants. His entire length is encompassed in her warmth, the very tip just poking past her inner barrier. He can feel her push thick, viscous liquid around his penis, it dripping down his testicles and onto his perineum. She presses on his member, again and again, her wavelike muscles rolling from base to tip, intent on milking every last drop of virility from him. The sensation is overwhelming in the way no hoof or mouth could ever be.
>>155209
Inside of her there is a twitch, another twitch, and then a slight movement down followed by increased hardness. Amber might feel a last spurt of liquid, smaller than what has come before, abs then a second twitch, and an even smaller spurt.
He has his head raised, looking at her belly. Then his head collapses back, along with his forelegs across the bed. His eyes lose focus as they point towards the ceiling. He opens his mouth in a drunken smile.
Though he contains his voice more than Amber, he cannot remain silent
“Ah… Ah…”
Inside of her there is a twitch, another twitch, and then a slight movement down followed by increased hardness. Amber might feel a last spurt of liquid, smaller than what has come before, abs then a second twitch, and an even smaller spurt.
He has his head raised, looking at her belly. Then his head collapses back, along with his forelegs across the bed. His eyes lose focus as they point towards the ceiling. He opens his mouth in a drunken smile.
Though he contains his voice more than Amber, he cannot remain silent
“Ah… Ah…”
>>155210
Amber clenches her vagina one last time before relaxing and falling forward onto his chest, her natural urge satisfied. Her forehead presses up against his cheek while her tongue has lolled onto his collarbone. For several minutes, she utters nothing except for pleasured sighs.
And then…
"I'm really thirsty…"
Amber clenches her vagina one last time before relaxing and falling forward onto his chest, her natural urge satisfied. Her forehead presses up against his cheek while her tongue has lolled onto his collarbone. For several minutes, she utters nothing except for pleasured sighs.
And then…
"I'm really thirsty…"
>>155211
He makes several more small laughs, before leaning his head back. He closes his eyes. Inside of her, he is finally going limp.
“Huh?” He says to Amber, his eyes still closed
He makes several more small laughs, before leaning his head back. He closes his eyes. Inside of her, he is finally going limp.
“Huh?” He says to Amber, his eyes still closed
>>155212
She giggles and nuzzles him, before wearily dragging herself to her hooves, his member wetly falling out. She gets off the bed and, with stiff and limping hind legs, walks over to her canteen and the faucet. If he could summon the energy to look, he would see her tail raised and a mixture of her marecum and his seed dripping off her open lips onto the wood floor. She thirstily gulps down the cold water until she's satisfied, then fills her canteen and carries it with her mouth back to Mustard on her bed.
She giggles and nuzzles him, before wearily dragging herself to her hooves, his member wetly falling out. She gets off the bed and, with stiff and limping hind legs, walks over to her canteen and the faucet. If he could summon the energy to look, he would see her tail raised and a mixture of her marecum and his seed dripping off her open lips onto the wood floor. She thirstily gulps down the cold water until she's satisfied, then fills her canteen and carries it with her mouth back to Mustard on her bed.
>>155213
His muzzle sticks up, slightly leaned back. He smiles, opens his mouth, and makes yet another small laugh. He does not open his eyes. Indeed, he lays there the entire time Amber is up, like he’s already fallen asleep. He is like this even as she approaches with the canteen.
The sheets are covered in three different bodily fluids.
His muzzle sticks up, slightly leaned back. He smiles, opens his mouth, and makes yet another small laugh. He does not open his eyes. Indeed, he lays there the entire time Amber is up, like he’s already fallen asleep. He is like this even as she approaches with the canteen.
The sheets are covered in three different bodily fluids.
>>155214
He can easily tell when she moves away and approaches from her heavy breathing alone. She places the canteen next to his head and kisses her mate on the cheek.
"Come on, drink some water and let's sleep," she gently coos.
She grabs the blanket and tries to pull it from under him, as they were on top of it the entire time. In retrospect her admonition not to "wet himself" was completely ridiculous.
He can easily tell when she moves away and approaches from her heavy breathing alone. She places the canteen next to his head and kisses her mate on the cheek.
"Come on, drink some water and let's sleep," she gently coos.
She grabs the blanket and tries to pull it from under him, as they were on top of it the entire time. In retrospect her admonition not to "wet himself" was completely ridiculous.
>>155215
He opens his eyes like he’s surprised, blinks, looks up at her, and raises his head to the water, drinking some.
There is also sweat, so four different bodily fluids on the sheets and blanket.
He opens his eyes like he’s surprised, blinks, looks up at her, and raises his head to the water, drinking some.
There is also sweat, so four different bodily fluids on the sheets and blanket.
>>155216
Amber helps him drink the water while he's lying down. There is no trace of her earlier concern about messing up her new bed.
Amber helps him drink the water while he's lying down. There is no trace of her earlier concern about messing up her new bed.
>>155217
He sips the water, and takes what Amber gives him, but it’s pretty clear he’s out of it by now.
It’s 3:00 AM, and Amber is going to feel very tired at Church tomorrow morning
He sips the water, and takes what Amber gives him, but it’s pretty clear he’s out of it by now.
It’s 3:00 AM, and Amber is going to feel very tired at Church tomorrow morning
>>155218
Worth it. She pulls the covers up over them and climbs in next to him, her legs draped over his torso. "Thank you," she whispers, already drifting off to sleep.
Worth it. She pulls the covers up over them and climbs in next to him, her legs draped over his torso. "Thank you," she whispers, already drifting off to sleep.
>>155219
He takes up a significant portion of the bed, and he doesn’t move from his central position. His body does, however, provide a ready source of heat, so there’s something to be gained by his presence. He’s probably already asleep.
The little filly is alone now, left to her thoughts.
He takes up a significant portion of the bed, and he doesn’t move from his central position. His body does, however, provide a ready source of heat, so there’s something to be gained by his presence. He’s probably already asleep.
The little filly is alone now, left to her thoughts.
>>155220
It's not a situation she's used to; for the first time, she is snuggled next to a member of the opposite sex, her marehood still leaking down her rump. Were she not completely worn out by a full night, sleep might be difficult, but it comes swiftly enough.
Before she becomes lost in the world of her own dreams, she thanks Celestia, Luna, and Cadance for granting her the best night ever, and for a coltfriend she can truly love. Any worries of the present or future are lost in this post-coital bliss.
It's not a situation she's used to; for the first time, she is snuggled next to a member of the opposite sex, her marehood still leaking down her rump. Were she not completely worn out by a full night, sleep might be difficult, but it comes swiftly enough.
Before she becomes lost in the world of her own dreams, she thanks Celestia, Luna, and Cadance for granting her the best night ever, and for a coltfriend she can truly love. Any worries of the present or future are lost in this post-coital bliss.
>>155221
Amber a cute
All in all, a better night than the night before. Some rocky patches, but it ended up well.
She falls into sleep. And what dreams may come....
Amber a cute
All in all, a better night than the night before. Some rocky patches, but it ended up well.
She falls into sleep. And what dreams may come....
>>155222
>>155221
Amber falls into deep sleep, and deeper dreams.
When she wakes, she can remember the following snippets of several dreams.
Above all else, what is remembered is not the scenes delivered nor the sights nor even the feelings, but a sound. Overlaying her whole experience of the night are memories of sound. The sound is the music she heard that night in the Club Maurice from the viol player, remembered wholesale from his performances. Every note, every pitch matched as it occurred that night; or at least, as far as she can recollect it.
Amber's first remembered dream is of her, standing on a dock by some river she must have seen in a movie, or in childhood. On the dock with her is the fluffy unicorn that came into the shop a few days before looking to buy clothing for his griffin lover There is a small steam boat there. The fluffy unicorn extends a hoof and asks for her to come aboard. The music playing is a piece that played at the Club Maurice just as her dance with Mustard Trim was nearing its end. It conveys a sense of excitement, and of journeying into the unknown.
The next scene is understood to be a later portion of the same dream as above, though how the dream progressed in such a way as to produce two scenes that so radically vary in character is not understood.
In the dark of the night between the lights of apartment buildings in a mild rain, Amber stands on the roadway next to an unseen character understood to be the fluffy Unicorn. A slew of police officers fire their guns at Amber and the unicorn from the side of the street and from black vehicles, while the unicorn shoots at them with a submachine gun. The music makes a sudden drop after a peaceful interlude; it's that sound of a rabbit that hops across a field, before a falcon swoops down and takes it.
The next scene is of Amber talking to Mustard Trim on the hill. In the beginning of the scene - actually for the entirety of the dream, really - Mustard is that kind of jovial (introverted, but jovial) personality, talking to Amber for all of her questions. Asper Spring walks up next to him, and he places a leg over her. He explains that she is pregnant with their first child, and the two will be married by the summer. And the music? Imagine the stars, or the northern lights, hanging in the heavens as bright, beautiful lights that shine over all. Now imagine those same lights, those bright shining stars, crashing to earth. So the music follows though with the actions of the dream, the stars crashing as Asper's pregnancy is announced.
The final - actually it's the penultimate - dream is of Amber returning to her family farm. It's broad daylight, almost overly bright. They ask Amber how she is doing in the big city, and want to know what she's been up to. The music suggests happiness and familiarity. From a yellow taxi - the same tax Amber arrived in, by presumption, Amber sees Red Scabbard exit, holding a manila envelope. She knows where she has seen that envelope before. The music suggests hidden danger. Red Scabbard takes that envelope, and gives it to her father. Her father in turn opens it, and shows the contents to her mother as well. It's photographs of her having sex with Mustard Trim. Her father and mother are horrified, and then disappointed, yelling at her and calling her a whore. The music builds to a crescendo. Red Scabbard looks at Amber with a malign grin. His eyes reveal that he is a changeling.
The final dream has her start outside of the Club Maurice, looking through a whole in the wall next to the entrance. This dream is unique in that the sound cannot be recalled. Whereas the music that played before were sounds she had heard before, these sounds are completely new; nothing she has ever heard before. Indeed, they are not like any sound ever heard, as the air cannot transport them. Perhaps it is for that reason she does not have a precise memory of what the sounds were, so much as the thoughts they left on Amber. But something about the sound implies gods - Alicorn spirits - frolicking in the ether that lies between celestial bodies, being stalked by malign entities, attacking them, then fleeing. Amber's point of view is very vivid, as it really does feel as if she were there, experiencing this. She moves through the whole in the wall, and past tables where patrons have left drinks. The diamond dog is not there, nor the Pegasus waitress from Las Pegasus, nor Dark Denizen - though she does smell cigarettes. Alone in the dream is the aging white griffin, who plays his viol on the stage. She moves closer and closer to him as the heavenly sisters fight a rearguard action, withdrawing. She moves even closer, until she is before him. He stops playing, and with this is the one and only moment of silence in the entire dream. He turns his almost glassy blue eyes to Amber, and has an expression of fear.
Then she wakes.
>>155221
Amber falls into deep sleep, and deeper dreams.
When she wakes, she can remember the following snippets of several dreams.
Above all else, what is remembered is not the scenes delivered nor the sights nor even the feelings, but a sound. Overlaying her whole experience of the night are memories of sound. The sound is the music she heard that night in the Club Maurice from the viol player, remembered wholesale from his performances. Every note, every pitch matched as it occurred that night; or at least, as far as she can recollect it.
Amber's first remembered dream is of her, standing on a dock by some river she must have seen in a movie, or in childhood. On the dock with her is the fluffy unicorn that came into the shop a few days before looking to buy clothing for his griffin lover There is a small steam boat there. The fluffy unicorn extends a hoof and asks for her to come aboard. The music playing is a piece that played at the Club Maurice just as her dance with Mustard Trim was nearing its end. It conveys a sense of excitement, and of journeying into the unknown.
The next scene is understood to be a later portion of the same dream as above, though how the dream progressed in such a way as to produce two scenes that so radically vary in character is not understood.
In the dark of the night between the lights of apartment buildings in a mild rain, Amber stands on the roadway next to an unseen character understood to be the fluffy Unicorn. A slew of police officers fire their guns at Amber and the unicorn from the side of the street and from black vehicles, while the unicorn shoots at them with a submachine gun. The music makes a sudden drop after a peaceful interlude; it's that sound of a rabbit that hops across a field, before a falcon swoops down and takes it.
The next scene is of Amber talking to Mustard Trim on the hill. In the beginning of the scene - actually for the entirety of the dream, really - Mustard is that kind of jovial (introverted, but jovial) personality, talking to Amber for all of her questions. Asper Spring walks up next to him, and he places a leg over her. He explains that she is pregnant with their first child, and the two will be married by the summer. And the music? Imagine the stars, or the northern lights, hanging in the heavens as bright, beautiful lights that shine over all. Now imagine those same lights, those bright shining stars, crashing to earth. So the music follows though with the actions of the dream, the stars crashing as Asper's pregnancy is announced.
The final - actually it's the penultimate - dream is of Amber returning to her family farm. It's broad daylight, almost overly bright. They ask Amber how she is doing in the big city, and want to know what she's been up to. The music suggests happiness and familiarity. From a yellow taxi - the same tax Amber arrived in, by presumption, Amber sees Red Scabbard exit, holding a manila envelope. She knows where she has seen that envelope before. The music suggests hidden danger. Red Scabbard takes that envelope, and gives it to her father. Her father in turn opens it, and shows the contents to her mother as well. It's photographs of her having sex with Mustard Trim. Her father and mother are horrified, and then disappointed, yelling at her and calling her a whore. The music builds to a crescendo. Red Scabbard looks at Amber with a malign grin. His eyes reveal that he is a changeling.
The final dream has her start outside of the Club Maurice, looking through a whole in the wall next to the entrance. This dream is unique in that the sound cannot be recalled. Whereas the music that played before were sounds she had heard before, these sounds are completely new; nothing she has ever heard before. Indeed, they are not like any sound ever heard, as the air cannot transport them. Perhaps it is for that reason she does not have a precise memory of what the sounds were, so much as the thoughts they left on Amber. But something about the sound implies gods - Alicorn spirits - frolicking in the ether that lies between celestial bodies, being stalked by malign entities, attacking them, then fleeing. Amber's point of view is very vivid, as it really does feel as if she were there, experiencing this. She moves through the whole in the wall, and past tables where patrons have left drinks. The diamond dog is not there, nor the Pegasus waitress from Las Pegasus, nor Dark Denizen - though she does smell cigarettes. Alone in the dream is the aging white griffin, who plays his viol on the stage. She moves closer and closer to him as the heavenly sisters fight a rearguard action, withdrawing. She moves even closer, until she is before him. He stops playing, and with this is the one and only moment of silence in the entire dream. He turns his almost glassy blue eyes to Amber, and has an expression of fear.
Then she wakes.
>>155223
Amber shudders awake, her eyes shooting open. She checks to make sure Mustard Trim is still next to her, and if he is, she rubs her hooves across his chest just to make sure.
"Mustard?" she whispers, unsure if he's awake.
Amber shudders awake, her eyes shooting open. She checks to make sure Mustard Trim is still next to her, and if he is, she rubs her hooves across his chest just to make sure.
"Mustard?" she whispers, unsure if he's awake.
>>155224
Yes, he's still there. Very much still there, as Amber has been partly over him the entire night. His mouth is partly open, his eyes are closed, and he lies on his back. Amber may for a moment worry if he is dead, because his position is perfectly the same as when she saw him fall asleep. This is fortunately disproved by the rise and fall of his chest. He also has an erection. He does not respond to the whispering.
Yes, he's still there. Very much still there, as Amber has been partly over him the entire night. His mouth is partly open, his eyes are closed, and he lies on his back. Amber may for a moment worry if he is dead, because his position is perfectly the same as when she saw him fall asleep. This is fortunately disproved by the rise and fall of his chest. He also has an erection. He does not respond to the whispering.
>>155225
It was just a dream, he would never leave me.
The anxiety arising from her dreams gives way to her amusement that, a few hours after he completely spent himself in her, he's once again at full mast. She slowly moves the cannon of her hind leg up and rubs it against his underside, pressing it toward his belly.
It was just a dream, he would never leave me.
The anxiety arising from her dreams gives way to her amusement that, a few hours after he completely spent himself in her, he's once again at full mast. She slowly moves the cannon of her hind leg up and rubs it against his underside, pressing it toward his belly.
>>155226
It’s been more than a few hours. Judging by the light it’s mid morning or near it, well past the time Amber would normally wake up. Then again, it’s not that much different than the situation the morning before. Amber Sunset feels drowsy, and generally not well rested. Asper Spring remains a maiden, and most importantly, in a different town.
As Amber rubs him, he twitches. There’s some resistance to being pushed to the belly, but she manages this, rubbing him against his fur.
It’s been more than a few hours. Judging by the light it’s mid morning or near it, well past the time Amber would normally wake up. Then again, it’s not that much different than the situation the morning before. Amber Sunset feels drowsy, and generally not well rested. Asper Spring remains a maiden, and most importantly, in a different town.
As Amber rubs him, he twitches. There’s some resistance to being pushed to the belly, but she manages this, rubbing him against his fur.
>>155227
She needs to get up, but clearly Mustard has his own needs, and who can better satisfy them than herself? She contentedly rests against him, her hind leg moving up and down his shaft repeatedly. The hoof of her foreleg creeps downward along his chest until it reaches the underside of his tip, which her frog slowly rubs.
It occurs to her that her blanket and sheets will need serious cleaning after this, but she crossed that bridge when she lost control the first time.
She needs to get up, but clearly Mustard has his own needs, and who can better satisfy them than herself? She contentedly rests against him, her hind leg moving up and down his shaft repeatedly. The hoof of her foreleg creeps downward along his chest until it reaches the underside of his tip, which her frog slowly rubs.
It occurs to her that her blanket and sheets will need serious cleaning after this, but she crossed that bridge when she lost control the first time.
>>155228
The sheets are most definitely in a very bad state.
There’s a little bit of heavier breathing from Mustard, who closes his mouth. He appears to still be asleep. For every push down, his flesh pushes back up. When she lets go or moves back, there is some bounce. He twitches again.
The sheets are most definitely in a very bad state.
There’s a little bit of heavier breathing from Mustard, who closes his mouth. He appears to still be asleep. For every push down, his flesh pushes back up. When she lets go or moves back, there is some bounce. He twitches again.
>>155229
She pushes her forehead against his cheek, trying to let the contours of her snout meet up with those of his head. She continues her ministrations, her forehoof feeling every bump, ridge and detail of this tip that she felt deep inside her not long ago.
She pushes her forehead against his cheek, trying to let the contours of her snout meet up with those of his head. She continues her ministrations, her forehoof feeling every bump, ridge and detail of this tip that she felt deep inside her not long ago.
>>155230
She can feel the ring and the ridges. She can also feel the short hairs on his face.
He makes a few sounds, smacks his lips… and then opens his eyes, and looks around.
She can feel the ring and the ridges. She can also feel the short hairs on his face.
He makes a few sounds, smacks his lips… and then opens his eyes, and looks around.
>>155231
Mustard awakes to find that not only does he have a boner, but his fillyfriend is right beside him, actively touching him there.
"Hey, you. You're finally awake," she says with a smirk.
Mustard awakes to find that not only does he have a boner, but his fillyfriend is right beside him, actively touching him there.
"Hey, you. You're finally awake," she says with a smirk.
>>155232
“Huh?”
He looks around, and sits up. It takes him a minute to realize he crossed the border with Amber last night, and he looks almost confused.
“Huh?”
He looks around, and sits up. It takes him a minute to realize he crossed the border with Amber last night, and he looks almost confused.
>>155233
Amber throws her hooves around him in a hug. "How are you feelin'? We really tired each other out."
Amber throws her hooves around him in a hug. "How are you feelin'? We really tired each other out."
>>155234
After a few seconds of not understanding where he is, he comes to an acceptance that there are worse things to wake up to than your filly friend holding your genitals.
He smiles, and leans into Amber
“I’m okay. Still tired though.”
He nuzzles her neck.
After a few seconds of not understanding where he is, he comes to an acceptance that there are worse things to wake up to than your filly friend holding your genitals.
He smiles, and leans into Amber
“I’m okay. Still tired though.”
He nuzzles her neck.
>>155235
She nuzzles him back with a serene smile. "I'm gonna get up. Do you want to come with me to church? I'll treat you to breakfast afterwards."
She nuzzles him back with a serene smile. "I'm gonna get up. Do you want to come with me to church? I'll treat you to breakfast afterwards."
>>155237
An overjoyed grin spreads across her face. "I'd love to go with your family!" But she pauses. "Are you sure they won't mind?"
An overjoyed grin spreads across her face. "I'd love to go with your family!" But she pauses. "Are you sure they won't mind?"
>>155239
"We could tell them the truth," she suggests. "We're made for each other, I don't think they would mind too much about what we did."
"We could tell them the truth," she suggests. "We're made for each other, I don't think they would mind too much about what we did."
Amber puts her hind leg on his other side and shifts her weight so she's practically on top of him. She lovingly nuzzles her soft muzzle against the side of his own.
"I think I can make a good impression. I can promise to always be the best possible filly for you."
"I think I can make a good impression. I can promise to always be the best possible filly for you."
>>155242
The shift in her body meets no complaints at all from him. He smiles at the nuzzle, and submits to her new position.
“Maybe I’ll say I met up with you this morning.”
The shift in her body meets no complaints at all from him. He smiles at the nuzzle, and submits to her new position.
“Maybe I’ll say I met up with you this morning.”
>>155243
She frowns slightly.
"I wouldn't want to lie to your kin. But…I'll leave it up to you, and go along with what you want."
She frowns slightly.
"I wouldn't want to lie to your kin. But…I'll leave it up to you, and go along with what you want."
>>155244
“We can’t let her know what we did last night. Even if she knows we shared the same bed for the night, she’ll know.”
“We can’t let her know what we did last night. Even if she knows we shared the same bed for the night, she’ll know.”
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>>155247
"Alright, I guess I'll have to unlearn everything I learned about you last night," she says with a wink.
She stands up on top of the bed, her hooves ruffling the very disordered sheets, and starts stretching. Her face dips down to his chest, then she balances back until her lower body bounces into his erection.
"Alright, I guess I'll have to unlearn everything I learned about you last night," she says with a wink.
She stands up on top of the bed, her hooves ruffling the very disordered sheets, and starts stretching. Her face dips down to his chest, then she balances back until her lower body bounces into his erection.
>>155249
She bows down low, her face nearly touching his. "You want to wash together?"
Then she swings up again, his member brushing against her lower belly.
She bows down low, her face nearly touching his. "You want to wash together?"
Then she swings up again, his member brushing against her lower belly.
>>155251
Amber jumps off the bed, smiling back towards him. Her rump and tail are still plastered with the remnants of last night's emissions.
Amber jumps off the bed, smiling back towards him. Her rump and tail are still plastered with the remnants of last night's emissions.
>>155252
Mustard looks around at the devastation on Amber, the sheets, the blanket, and on himself. Then he gets up, and follows Amber
Mustard looks around at the devastation on Amber, the sheets, the blanket, and on himself. Then he gets up, and follows Amber
>>155253
There is a slight problem. The shower stall in her bathroom doesn't have enough room for one pony to stand without being upright, let alone two. She suggests a solution with a blush on her face.
"One of us can stand up while the other does a hoofstand to get washed. Then we switch places. I can't easily reach my rear end anyways…"
There is a slight problem. The shower stall in her bathroom doesn't have enough room for one pony to stand without being upright, let alone two. She suggests a solution with a blush on her face.
"One of us can stand up while the other does a hoofstand to get washed. Then we switch places. I can't easily reach my rear end anyways…"
>>155255
She blinks as he propositions to her, then coyly smiles.
"Alright, let's do that."
be back in a couple of hours
She blinks as he propositions to her, then coyly smiles.
"Alright, let's do that."
be back in a couple of hours
>>155256
He smiles and moves towards her from behind. He walks up by her right side, and then places a foreleg over her back. But he doesn’t stop there. Rather, he moves his hoof forward, trying to find her shoulders, or some place of support. Then he moves up the other leg, until he is almost standing on her. He fails to get a footing, slides down, and then he pulls his legs off of her.
He smiles and moves towards her from behind. He walks up by her right side, and then places a foreleg over her back. But he doesn’t stop there. Rather, he moves his hoof forward, trying to find her shoulders, or some place of support. Then he moves up the other leg, until he is almost standing on her. He fails to get a footing, slides down, and then he pulls his legs off of her.
>>155259
Despite her small size Amber is solid enough support. Unfortunately Mustard needs to practice his technique.
"Mustard?" she asks uncertainly.
Despite her small size Amber is solid enough support. Unfortunately Mustard needs to practice his technique.
"Mustard?" she asks uncertainly.
>>155260
“Yes?” He says, unfazed. After moving off, he walks forward, so that his muzzle faces Amber. He has a joyful smile.
“Yes?” He says, unfazed. After moving off, he walks forward, so that his muzzle faces Amber. He has a joyful smile.
>>155263
She blinks, then looks away, blushing. "Er, I don't really know…but I am a little sore, so slowly please."
She blinks, then looks away, blushing. "Er, I don't really know…but I am a little sore, so slowly please."
>>155267
She enters the bathroom and stands on her hind legs in the shower, facing the shower head and bracing with her forelegs on the wall below it.
She explains her brilliant plan. "Could you do a hoofstand so you're upside down, facing away from me? You can lean on me or this wall for support."
She enters the bathroom and stands on her hind legs in the shower, facing the shower head and bracing with her forelegs on the wall below it.
She explains her brilliant plan. "Could you do a hoofstand so you're upside down, facing away from me? You can lean on me or this wall for support."
>>155272
"Don't worry, we could do it the other way first and you can wash me first!" She drops down then lifts her hind legs so they're under the shower head, and she's standing with her head downward. "This is the only way we can bathe together." There's one thing he can be sure of: necessity breeds creativity.
"Don't worry, we could do it the other way first and you can wash me first!" She drops down then lifts her hind legs so they're under the shower head, and she's standing with her head downward. "This is the only way we can bathe together." There's one thing he can be sure of: necessity breeds creativity.
>>155273
Mustard’s ears fall down.
“We’ve had sex once” he says. “And I already have to stand upside down.”
Mustard’s ears fall down.
“We’ve had sex once” he says. “And I already have to stand upside down.”
>>155274
She looks disappointed at his reaction. "We can wash separately…it was just an idea…" she mutters melancholically.
She looks disappointed at his reaction. "We can wash separately…it was just an idea…" she mutters melancholically.
>>155275
“No no, it’s….” He sits down, but doesn’t seem to know what to say. Or more accurately, he doesn’t want to say it.
“No no, it’s….” He sits down, but doesn’t seem to know what to say. Or more accurately, he doesn’t want to say it.
>>155276
Amber gets out of the shower and lies down next to him, her head in his lap–or, at least as much as she can accomplish with his projection in the way. "You can tell me if you want, or don't if you don't want to. I just thought you might like it, it's…intimate."
Amber gets out of the shower and lies down next to him, her head in his lap–or, at least as much as she can accomplish with his projection in the way. "You can tell me if you want, or don't if you don't want to. I just thought you might like it, it's…intimate."
>>155277
“No no. I want to. I want to be intimate. I would like to shower with you sometime. It’s just….” He looks down, although with Amber’s angle. “I like new and adventurous sometimes… but if every single thing we do has to be more adventurous, more risky… just, more than the last thing we did, I am not going to win.”
“No no. I want to. I want to be intimate. I would like to shower with you sometime. It’s just….” He looks down, although with Amber’s angle. “I like new and adventurous sometimes… but if every single thing we do has to be more adventurous, more risky… just, more than the last thing we did, I am not going to win.”
>>155278
His fillyfriend looks up with her gentle purple eyes. "I think I understand." She stands up and gives him a short kiss on the lips before pulling away. "I also prefer going slowly. But…you already put yourself inside me. We wet on each other several times–if that's the right word. I don't know how we can be more adventurous than that." There's a strong blush on her cheeks.
His fillyfriend looks up with her gentle purple eyes. "I think I understand." She stands up and gives him a short kiss on the lips before pulling away. "I also prefer going slowly. But…you already put yourself inside me. We wet on each other several times–if that's the right word. I don't know how we can be more adventurous than that." There's a strong blush on her cheeks.
>>155279
He smiles, briefly closing his eyes for the moment of the kiss. He has a wide, awkward smile.
“Yeah, heheh. I’ll wash with you when we get to a bigger shower. Or maybe in a lake or something.”
He continues smiling in that way, knowing he’s made a wrong move, but not really able to get out of it.
Perhaps Amber laments her poor vetting that led her to this stallion. Perhaps she takes solace in the knowledge that stallions, like all things, are replaceable.
He smiles, briefly closing his eyes for the moment of the kiss. He has a wide, awkward smile.
“Yeah, heheh. I’ll wash with you when we get to a bigger shower. Or maybe in a lake or something.”
He continues smiling in that way, knowing he’s made a wrong move, but not really able to get out of it.
Perhaps Amber laments her poor vetting that led her to this stallion. Perhaps she takes solace in the knowledge that stallions, like all things, are replaceable.
>>155280
Amber won't let a few quirks get between her and true love. Or, at least, that what she hopes.
"Mmm, a lake, we could make love like seaponies…" she remarks, clearly not deterred by the prospect of sex. "Do you still want to 'get dirty' before we wash?" she asks, batting her eyes.
Amber won't let a few quirks get between her and true love. Or, at least, that what she hopes.
"Mmm, a lake, we could make love like seaponies…" she remarks, clearly not deterred by the prospect of sex. "Do you still want to 'get dirty' before we wash?" she asks, batting her eyes.
>>155282
"Well, I'd figure we'd distracted later otherwise, and we can't have that can we?" she asks, standing and eyeing him up. She thinks for a moment about how to do this before looking down and bopping him in the phallus with her hoof.
"Well, I'd figure we'd distracted later otherwise, and we can't have that can we?" she asks, standing and eyeing him up. She thinks for a moment about how to do this before looking down and bopping him in the phallus with her hoof.
>>155283
“Yeah, we might be busy the whole day.”
His phallus is soft, but mostly extended out from the sheath. It’s long and floppy, and hangs from his underside. It bounces, and swings back and forth a few times.
He starts to move around, heading towards Amber’s backside.
“Yeah, we might be busy the whole day.”
His phallus is soft, but mostly extended out from the sheath. It’s long and floppy, and hangs from his underside. It bounces, and swings back and forth a few times.
He starts to move around, heading towards Amber’s backside.
>>155286
She flips her auburn tail up to give him a better view of her backside, blushing as she does so. Her sienna lips conceal the goodness within.
She flips her auburn tail up to give him a better view of her backside, blushing as she does so. Her sienna lips conceal the goodness within.
>>155287
Mustard Trim takes a moment, moving his muzzle so close to her, she can feel his breath on her exposed genitals. After many seconds of this, he moves slightly to her right side, and rubs his coat against hers for much of the length of his body. Then he moves a foreleg across her back, gains a grip, moves his other foreleg on her, and soon, stands up on her back.
Amber can feel him pressing against her genitals, and slowly parting her lips.
Mustard Trim takes a moment, moving his muzzle so close to her, she can feel his breath on her exposed genitals. After many seconds of this, he moves slightly to her right side, and rubs his coat against hers for much of the length of his body. Then he moves a foreleg across her back, gains a grip, moves his other foreleg on her, and soon, stands up on her back.
Amber can feel him pressing against her genitals, and slowly parting her lips.
>>155288
Mustard can see her labia twitch in response to his breath. Her smell is a…mix of things, sweat, the remnants of her arousal, and the seed that he injected inside her and which has also plastered onto her rump. The smell of him making her his is energizing, but certainly not suitable for social engagements.
Amber has to will herself not to tremble as he pokes her, since she cannot let him fall. Mustard mounting her feels peculiar, despite it being the most natural position, because she cannot see his face as they copulate, but she doesn't object.
Mustard can see her labia twitch in response to his breath. Her smell is a…mix of things, sweat, the remnants of her arousal, and the seed that he injected inside her and which has also plastered onto her rump. The smell of him making her his is energizing, but certainly not suitable for social engagements.
Amber has to will herself not to tremble as he pokes her, since she cannot let him fall. Mustard mounting her feels peculiar, despite it being the most natural position, because she cannot see his face as they copulate, but she doesn't object.
>>155289
His phallus misses the first time he pokes her, going too low. Perhaps it wasn’t firm enough. But it bounces against her lower lip, then moves against her skin snd goes as far as her tests. He moves against her lips with the second attempt, and this one strikes her. He pushes in, penetrating her. She doesn’t see his face, nor feel much of him besides his hoof and what is now in her, but he is very much there.
His phallus misses the first time he pokes her, going too low. Perhaps it wasn’t firm enough. But it bounces against her lower lip, then moves against her skin snd goes as far as her tests. He moves against her lips with the second attempt, and this one strikes her. He pushes in, penetrating her. She doesn’t see his face, nor feel much of him besides his hoof and what is now in her, but he is very much there.
>>155290
"Eep!"
She grunts as he enters her. Her vagina is a little sore, especially without natural lubricant, but it's still sensitive and tingles of pleasure jump up her spine as she's penetrated. Something about this position, how Mustard is in a position of relative control while being supported by her, is especially arousing.
"Eep!"
She grunts as he enters her. Her vagina is a little sore, especially without natural lubricant, but it's still sensitive and tingles of pleasure jump up her spine as she's penetrated. Something about this position, how Mustard is in a position of relative control while being supported by her, is especially arousing.
>>155292
Mustard is in control, no doubt about that. He doesn’t, if perhaps can’t, move all the way in her in the first thrust. He simply moves aside her labia in the first movement, then goes an inch in the second time, abs a little more the next, rubbing against her slowly. He doesn’t wait for her to moisten for him, but he does give her time catch up. He gradually pushes in deeper, and deeper, until his medial ring is between her lips.
Mustard is in control, no doubt about that. He doesn’t, if perhaps can’t, move all the way in her in the first thrust. He simply moves aside her labia in the first movement, then goes an inch in the second time, abs a little more the next, rubbing against her slowly. He doesn’t wait for her to moisten for him, but he does give her time catch up. He gradually pushes in deeper, and deeper, until his medial ring is between her lips.
>>155293
"Mmm…mmm…mmmm…"
Amber is appreciative of him thrusting into her slowly and incrementally, even if she hasn't moistened fully. The ridge along his tip still feels wonderful as it pushes along her walls, ever deeper. She widens the stance of her rear legs outward and carefully, so as not to upset his balance, bends her front legs until her torso is angled to the floor. This makes his member bend downward as he pushes in, and every thrust can brush against her sensitive clitoris.
"Mmm…mmm…mmmm…"
Amber is appreciative of him thrusting into her slowly and incrementally, even if she hasn't moistened fully. The ridge along his tip still feels wonderful as it pushes along her walls, ever deeper. She widens the stance of her rear legs outward and carefully, so as not to upset his balance, bends her front legs until her torso is angled to the floor. This makes his member bend downward as he pushes in, and every thrust can brush against her sensitive clitoris.
>>155294
His medial ring brushes against her clitoris with each movement. He changes the position of his legs to stand even further along Amber’s back. This lets him get closer, and deeper. His hind legs make contact against her rump, and his belly against the base of her tail. Now even his medial ring, at the end of the thrust, moves in her.
“Ah”
He stays mostly silent. Mostly. A few sounds escape his lips.
His medial ring brushes against her clitoris with each movement. He changes the position of his legs to stand even further along Amber’s back. This lets him get closer, and deeper. His hind legs make contact against her rump, and his belly against the base of her tail. Now even his medial ring, at the end of the thrust, moves in her.
“Ah”
He stays mostly silent. Mostly. A few sounds escape his lips.
>>155295
This position, for all the lack of personal closeness that a mating press has or the control Amber had in a cowgirl position, seems to be what they are biologically designed for. Unlike with the others, his sensitive underside meets its counterpart the clitoris with every movement, and it feels like he could maximize his depth like this.
Amber moans softly and twists her neck as her sensitive little nub gets touched, and her love canal becomes a little more moist which eases the soreness. She swings her tail up to hit his side as his stifle pushes up against her rump.
This position, for all the lack of personal closeness that a mating press has or the control Amber had in a cowgirl position, seems to be what they are biologically designed for. Unlike with the others, his sensitive underside meets its counterpart the clitoris with every movement, and it feels like he could maximize his depth like this.
Amber moans softly and twists her neck as her sensitive little nub gets touched, and her love canal becomes a little more moist which eases the soreness. She swings her tail up to hit his side as his stifle pushes up against her rump.
>>155296
Her long tail moves around his body. He lowers his angle, bending his knees, letting his belly touch her back. He makes more frequent, shorter movements. His head faces forward
Her long tail moves around his body. He lowers his angle, bending his knees, letting his belly touch her back. He makes more frequent, shorter movements. His head faces forward
>>155297
Amber tries using her muscles to maximize their pleasure, pushing in on his penis as he drags it out and relaxing as he ruts back inside. Her gasps become quicker and more pleasured as he moves faster, the sensations of her clitoris making it difficult to think about anything but their mating. The close contact of their bodies heightens her arousal and she pulls her head up close to his. She imagines them outside of civilization entirely, the wild stallion Mustard Trim ravishing her, rutting her senseless and making her his. She will bear enough of his foals to make a whole herd.
Mustard can feel her, and perhaps himself, become a little more moist to aid their lovemaking further. The sounds of their rhythmic movement become more apparent. He may also notice that Amber's rump serves as a good cushion to rut into from this angle.
Amber tries using her muscles to maximize their pleasure, pushing in on his penis as he drags it out and relaxing as he ruts back inside. Her gasps become quicker and more pleasured as he moves faster, the sensations of her clitoris making it difficult to think about anything but their mating. The close contact of their bodies heightens her arousal and she pulls her head up close to his. She imagines them outside of civilization entirely, the wild stallion Mustard Trim ravishing her, rutting her senseless and making her his. She will bear enough of his foals to make a whole herd.
Mustard can feel her, and perhaps himself, become a little more moist to aid their lovemaking further. The sounds of their rhythmic movement become more apparent. He may also notice that Amber's rump serves as a good cushion to rut into from this angle.
>>155298
"Ah!" He takes a sharp breath. Indeed, it doesn't seem he thinks about anything else. Her muzzle touches the bottom of his chin. Her rump repeatedly moves into her belly, and her tail repeatedly pushed upwards, or to the side. Mustard again pushes himself up, trying to go deeper.
"Ah!" He takes a sharp breath. Indeed, it doesn't seem he thinks about anything else. Her muzzle touches the bottom of his chin. Her rump repeatedly moves into her belly, and her tail repeatedly pushed upwards, or to the side. Mustard again pushes himself up, trying to go deeper.
>>155299
Amber's marehood is delightfully warm and slick for his member, and her muscled plot firm yet with a good amount of give, so he has indeed found a naturally pleasurable place to hilt into.
Her gasps come in staccato and reach a crescendo. "Y-yes!" she groans, just before letting loose a pleasured squeal. Mustard can feel her clitoris and labia spasm, experience her walls becoming fully wet and slippery, and hear the pat pat pat of her marecum drip onto the floor. She grabs onto him tightly but forces herself to release him, intent on not making him cum just yet. Instead, she shoves her rear back into him pulls forward slightly, and pushes back again, all the while her tail is stretched at a seemingly uncomfortable angle.
She also stretches her forelegs in front of her to maximize her downward angle, letting him plunge down right to the entrance of her waiting womb.
Amber's marehood is delightfully warm and slick for his member, and her muscled plot firm yet with a good amount of give, so he has indeed found a naturally pleasurable place to hilt into.
Her gasps come in staccato and reach a crescendo. "Y-yes!" she groans, just before letting loose a pleasured squeal. Mustard can feel her clitoris and labia spasm, experience her walls becoming fully wet and slippery, and hear the pat pat pat of her marecum drip onto the floor. She grabs onto him tightly but forces herself to release him, intent on not making him cum just yet. Instead, she shoves her rear back into him pulls forward slightly, and pushes back again, all the while her tail is stretched at a seemingly uncomfortable angle.
She also stretches her forelegs in front of her to maximize her downward angle, letting him plunge down right to the entrance of her waiting womb.
>>155300
With Amber's new downward angle, gravity pulls him forward, while her rump comes even closer to his thighs and bel. Amber can feel his testes barely touching the bottom of her labia when he pushes in, and his thighs rub against her flank. He stands up on his forelegs high above her, trying to get the best angle to go deep inside. He thrusts into her, and out, flaring inside of her
With Amber's new downward angle, gravity pulls him forward, while her rump comes even closer to his thighs and bel. Amber can feel his testes barely touching the bottom of her labia when he pushes in, and his thighs rub against her flank. He stands up on his forelegs high above her, trying to get the best angle to go deep inside. He thrusts into her, and out, flaring inside of her
>>155301
bel?
Amber shudders and moans in orgasmic pleasure as he pushes on. "D-deeper!" she yet cries out. She squeals again as his flare pushes her walls aside, those wet and sensitive bumps stimulating each other as they brush past. Her tongue lolls out as she looks up toward him.
bel?
Amber shudders and moans in orgasmic pleasure as he pushes on. "D-deeper!" she yet cries out. She squeals again as his flare pushes her walls aside, those wet and sensitive bumps stimulating each other as they brush past. Her tongue lolls out as she looks up toward him.
>>155302
Belly
Amber looks up to see his muzzle high above her. His mouth is closed, and he looks up towards the wall and ceiling. He moves his hooves lower, and lower down her back, so that he is even higher over her. With this, he is thrust deeper inside of her, abd he makes shorter movements. His medial ring mostly remains inside of her, though it pops out at the end of each thrust to rub against her clitoris and vulva
Belly
Amber looks up to see his muzzle high above her. His mouth is closed, and he looks up towards the wall and ceiling. He moves his hooves lower, and lower down her back, so that he is even higher over her. With this, he is thrust deeper inside of her, abd he makes shorter movements. His medial ring mostly remains inside of her, though it pops out at the end of each thrust to rub against her clitoris and vulva
>>155303
Amber's groans become more erratic, and she feels lightheaded as the sheer amount of pleasure becomes almost too much even for her. Just as with the night before, conjugal romance gives way to primal instinct as she is fiercely bred. Still, she does not faint, and her hooves remain planted to the ground, even as his medial ring pushes past her sensitive entrance. Deep inside, she can feel his tip kissing her cervix just before his testes slap against her clitoris. Despite his flare scraping fluid out, she keeps herself very wet, and that intoxicating musky scent fills the room.
Amber's groans become more erratic, and she feels lightheaded as the sheer amount of pleasure becomes almost too much even for her. Just as with the night before, conjugal romance gives way to primal instinct as she is fiercely bred. Still, she does not faint, and her hooves remain planted to the ground, even as his medial ring pushes past her sensitive entrance. Deep inside, she can feel his tip kissing her cervix just before his testes slap against her clitoris. Despite his flare scraping fluid out, she keeps herself very wet, and that intoxicating musky scent fills the room.
>>155304
He presses down into her back. Then he moves further back, and his hoof slips slightly. He recovers quickly, but this causes noticeable pain to Amber. All the while he thrusts deeper, deeper, and his flare rubs and presses against her vaginal walls as he moves in and out, in and out, in and out.
He snorts, then he whinnies as the pace becomes faster and faster. He almost vibrates inside of her. Then he nearly jumps back, placing his foreles almost ontop of her rump, and presses himself as far inside of her as he can go in a painful thrust to Amber,
"I love you..."
The words slip out of his mouth in a whisper, and not a beat later a stream of fluid slips out of him with a slight twitch and interruption in two streams. He stands like that for several seconds, before relaxing and falling down to where he is not so deep inside of her and is close to her back
He gently nibbles her left ear
He presses down into her back. Then he moves further back, and his hoof slips slightly. He recovers quickly, but this causes noticeable pain to Amber. All the while he thrusts deeper, deeper, and his flare rubs and presses against her vaginal walls as he moves in and out, in and out, in and out.
He snorts, then he whinnies as the pace becomes faster and faster. He almost vibrates inside of her. Then he nearly jumps back, placing his foreles almost ontop of her rump, and presses himself as far inside of her as he can go in a painful thrust to Amber,
"I love you..."
The words slip out of his mouth in a whisper, and not a beat later a stream of fluid slips out of him with a slight twitch and interruption in two streams. He stands like that for several seconds, before relaxing and falling down to where he is not so deep inside of her and is close to her back
He gently nibbles her left ear
>>155305
Carried away by sheer physical pleasure as well as the lust to receive her one-and-only coltfriend's and future husband, she imagines seed, she shows little to no reaction to the pain, perhaps an ear twitch.
She whinnies in turn, a feminine, higher-pitched sound that somewhat resembles her earlier squeals, as his pace rises to a fever pitch. He can feel her plot shake as he throws himself against it, faster and faster.
The mare is too dazed to respond verbally to his words except with heavy pants. Finally he manages to push her cervical barrier wide enough apart for his urethra to ejaculate yet deeper inside of her. His scrotum and her clitoris twitch against each other, as if engaged in a carnal high-five over successful collaboration. She lets her vagina clench in on him like a rolling mill as he pulls himself partway out, squeezing out every last drop.
She doesn't change her stance for quite some time. His mate still shakes underneath him and has an unfocused gaze at the wall of the room, all while still panting heavily, though slower than before.
Carried away by sheer physical pleasure as well as the lust to receive her one-and-only coltfriend's and future husband, she imagines seed, she shows little to no reaction to the pain, perhaps an ear twitch.
She whinnies in turn, a feminine, higher-pitched sound that somewhat resembles her earlier squeals, as his pace rises to a fever pitch. He can feel her plot shake as he throws himself against it, faster and faster.
The mare is too dazed to respond verbally to his words except with heavy pants. Finally he manages to push her cervical barrier wide enough apart for his urethra to ejaculate yet deeper inside of her. His scrotum and her clitoris twitch against each other, as if engaged in a carnal high-five over successful collaboration. She lets her vagina clench in on him like a rolling mill as he pulls himself partway out, squeezing out every last drop.
She doesn't change her stance for quite some time. His mate still shakes underneath him and has an unfocused gaze at the wall of the room, all while still panting heavily, though slower than before.
>>155307
After the passage of a few seconds - not long at all, really - Mustard Trim moves back, pulls himself out of her, and hops off of her, next to her side. He moves next to her, looking to her face,
"So are you going first, or should I?"
After the passage of a few seconds - not long at all, really - Mustard Trim moves back, pulls himself out of her, and hops off of her, next to her side. He moves next to her, looking to her face,
"So are you going first, or should I?"
>>155308
Amber lets loose a low moan as he pulls himself out of her fully and she sinks to her knees with heavy breaths. Her face has an expression best described as a mixture of rapture and bewilderment, and it takes a second for her to register his question.
"Huh? Do you think I need it?" she asks quizzically, staggering to her hooves and moving to face the shower. Her labia, which haven't yet pulled themselves shut but are hanging like tired drapes, are leaking secretions and semen.
Amber lets loose a low moan as he pulls himself out of her fully and she sinks to her knees with heavy breaths. Her face has an expression best described as a mixture of rapture and bewilderment, and it takes a second for her to register his question.
"Huh? Do you think I need it?" she asks quizzically, staggering to her hooves and moving to face the shower. Her labia, which haven't yet pulled themselves shut but are hanging like tired drapes, are leaking secretions and semen.
>>155309
The carpet has become the latest victim of Amber’s crush on her coworker.
“Yeah. You should get ready and get dressed. We’re going to need to leave soon.”
The carpet has become the latest victim of Amber’s crush on her coworker.
“Yeah. You should get ready and get dressed. We’re going to need to leave soon.”
>>155310
Though neither of them can see or feel it, deep inside Amber Mustard's motile sperm are making the epic trek up her fallopian tubes. It is a headlong race, as only the most of them will sire the next generation and establish a mark on the world. The lead cell finally makes it to its generation, only to be met by a makeshift sign:
"Eggs on vacation. Cum back in spring."
Amber realizes the urgency in getting ready and quickly washes herself with the shower's cold water. Her upper body has fortunately remained mostly clean, but it's a difficult exercise-particularly with her soreness- to clean the bodily secretions off her tail, rump, hind legs and outer vagina. But eventually she manages to make it so a casual observer couldn't easily tell what activity she has been up to, and steps out of the shower. She swiftly brushes her teeth and gets out, letting Mustard have his turn.
Though neither of them can see or feel it, deep inside Amber Mustard's motile sperm are making the epic trek up her fallopian tubes. It is a headlong race, as only the most of them will sire the next generation and establish a mark on the world. The lead cell finally makes it to its generation, only to be met by a makeshift sign:
"Eggs on vacation. Cum back in spring."
Amber realizes the urgency in getting ready and quickly washes herself with the shower's cold water. Her upper body has fortunately remained mostly clean, but it's a difficult exercise-particularly with her soreness- to clean the bodily secretions off her tail, rump, hind legs and outer vagina. But eventually she manages to make it so a casual observer couldn't easily tell what activity she has been up to, and steps out of the shower. She swiftly brushes her teeth and gets out, letting Mustard have his turn.
>>155311
Perhaps Amber is fortunate that her body is not conspiring against her, sending her into an early cycle after after arrival in the city. Or perhaps she is unlucky, as such a circumstance would have been the easiest way to check "get a husband" off the list. The poor sperm have at least gotten further than so many that have come before out of Mustard Trim.
Mustard is only barely returning to the room when Amber comes out. "I had to go make a phone call" is his explanation as he walks past, into the bathroom. He spends some seconds checking his mane and tail for any unwanted spills, and gets in the shower. There is a startled "Ah!" at the cold water. Again, he spends much less time in the shower than Amber did, and seems to have only washed the parts of his coat that were dirtied.
Perhaps Amber is fortunate that her body is not conspiring against her, sending her into an early cycle after after arrival in the city. Or perhaps she is unlucky, as such a circumstance would have been the easiest way to check "get a husband" off the list. The poor sperm have at least gotten further than so many that have come before out of Mustard Trim.
Mustard is only barely returning to the room when Amber comes out. "I had to go make a phone call" is his explanation as he walks past, into the bathroom. He spends some seconds checking his mane and tail for any unwanted spills, and gets in the shower. There is a startled "Ah!" at the cold water. Again, he spends much less time in the shower than Amber did, and seems to have only washed the parts of his coat that were dirtied.
>>155312
Whatever one's interpretation, a pregnancy would be a ticking time bomb for her to lay to rest dreams of adventure. She can still place herself in situations without worrying about endangering anypony but herself. But it's only a matter of time before her nubile body will push her to create a foal, and will she be wiser by then?
When he comes out he can see Amber hurriedly brush her mane and tail as she leans against a less messy part of the bed. It's fortunate that she has such a plain style, as a few long strokes are enough to make them presentable. He can see her looking at him with a bit of uncertainty.
"Did you clean your...you know?"
Whatever one's interpretation, a pregnancy would be a ticking time bomb for her to lay to rest dreams of adventure. She can still place herself in situations without worrying about endangering anypony but herself. But it's only a matter of time before her nubile body will push her to create a foal, and will she be wiser by then?
When he comes out he can see Amber hurriedly brush her mane and tail as she leans against a less messy part of the bed. It's fortunate that she has such a plain style, as a few long strokes are enough to make them presentable. He can see her looking at him with a bit of uncertainty.
"Did you clean your...you know?"
>>155314
She's glad she took the time to clean his jacket last night. At least it doesn't look like he was romping around all night. Amber puts on her beloved winter dress, which fortunately doesn't appear to be stained or torn. Once she does, she tries to brush out Mustard's mane and tail a little bit.
"Here you go. We're not forgetting anything, are we?"
She's glad she took the time to clean his jacket last night. At least it doesn't look like he was romping around all night. Amber puts on her beloved winter dress, which fortunately doesn't appear to be stained or torn. Once she does, she tries to brush out Mustard's mane and tail a little bit.
"Here you go. We're not forgetting anything, are we?"
>>155315
He scrunches at the brushing. Though he allows her to do it, he seems eager to leave.
"No? I don't know. We need to go to my house now. I think my mom will want me to dress up."
He scrunches at the brushing. Though he allows her to do it, he seems eager to leave.
"No? I don't know. We need to go to my house now. I think my mom will want me to dress up."
>>155316
"Of course." She gives him a quick peck on the cheek. "Let's make your family proud."
She puts on her headscarf quickly, then gathers her money, canteen, and keys before leaving. She locks the door behind them.
"Of course." She gives him a quick peck on the cheek. "Let's make your family proud."
She puts on her headscarf quickly, then gathers her money, canteen, and keys before leaving. She locks the door behind them.
>>155317
He smiles, but proceeds along ahead of her. The two go down the stairs into the common area, then out the front door. Presumably, they hail a taxi, and ride to Summervale Street.
Mustard Trim explains
"She knows that I left with you yesterday, and that you will be here today. I told her you agreed to be my girlfriend. She doesn't know and cannot know that I stayed at your apartment. She thinks I stayed at a friend's house last night, and then went by to pick you up. My sister will be there as well."
They arrive in front of the red brick townhouse, with its two floors, tiny front yard, and the bay windows that protrude from the left side of both the first and second floors
He smiles, but proceeds along ahead of her. The two go down the stairs into the common area, then out the front door. Presumably, they hail a taxi, and ride to Summervale Street.
Mustard Trim explains
"She knows that I left with you yesterday, and that you will be here today. I told her you agreed to be my girlfriend. She doesn't know and cannot know that I stayed at your apartment. She thinks I stayed at a friend's house last night, and then went by to pick you up. My sister will be there as well."
They arrive in front of the red brick townhouse, with its two floors, tiny front yard, and the bay windows that protrude from the left side of both the first and second floors
>>155318
"Our love must be kept a secret, just like in those stories. You can count on me!"
Compared to Amber's tenement and her family's tiny cottage in the countryside, his townhouse looks almost luxurious in comparison.
"Our love must be kept a secret, just like in those stories. You can count on me!"
Compared to Amber's tenement and her family's tiny cottage in the countryside, his townhouse looks almost luxurious in comparison.
>>155319
He takes his hoof, an ruffles her mane, causing hairs to fall in front of her eyes.
"Not our love. Just uh... uh, the thing"
The townhouse kind of is nicer than is necessary, all things considered. No pony comes up to the door as Mustard and Amber approach. But he knocks on the door, and the door is opened by an orange coated filly a little older than Mustard Trim and Amber with a blood red mane that is tied back in a pony tail, and make up and mascara on her eyes.
"You're back" she says, opening the door for him
"Mom is inside." She looks over towards Amber
He walks through, looks back through the threshold at Amber, and says
"You can come in"
He takes his hoof, an ruffles her mane, causing hairs to fall in front of her eyes.
"Not our love. Just uh... uh, the thing"
The townhouse kind of is nicer than is necessary, all things considered. No pony comes up to the door as Mustard and Amber approach. But he knocks on the door, and the door is opened by an orange coated filly a little older than Mustard Trim and Amber with a blood red mane that is tied back in a pony tail, and make up and mascara on her eyes.
"You're back" she says, opening the door for him
"Mom is inside." She looks over towards Amber
He walks through, looks back through the threshold at Amber, and says
"You can come in"
>>155320
Amber still quite can't get over how similar Mustard and his sister are in coloration to herself. It's not quite identical, and their proportions are different, but a complete stranger would generally assume Amber to be Mustard's youngest sister. Fortunately that's not at all the case, considering what they did last night.
She is surprised to see the mare wearing makeup. It's not the first time seeing a pony wear makeup of course; she had seen highfalutin wealthy ponies prance around with it on, and her own mother wore it for special occasions like the Summer Sun Celebration, but to see an ordinary pony wear it on an ordinary Sunday strikes her as odd.
"Thank you!" She looks over to the young mare and asks, "You must be Mustard's sister?"
Amber still quite can't get over how similar Mustard and his sister are in coloration to herself. It's not quite identical, and their proportions are different, but a complete stranger would generally assume Amber to be Mustard's youngest sister. Fortunately that's not at all the case, considering what they did last night.
She is surprised to see the mare wearing makeup. It's not the first time seeing a pony wear makeup of course; she had seen highfalutin wealthy ponies prance around with it on, and her own mother wore it for special occasions like the Summer Sun Celebration, but to see an ordinary pony wear it on an ordinary Sunday strikes her as odd.
"Thank you!" She looks over to the young mare and asks, "You must be Mustard's sister?"
>>155321
Unless there is something Amber and Mustard don't know about. Mustard Trim walks right past, into the house.
The mare stands just behind the threshold, with her right hoof on the wall. She is indeed dressed up in make up and is wearing a green dress with floral patterned lace. She is and has been staring directly at Amber. The look on her face makes it abundantly obvious that she has heard of Amber before.
"Yes." She says
"You must be Amber."
Unless there is something Amber and Mustard don't know about. Mustard Trim walks right past, into the house.
The mare stands just behind the threshold, with her right hoof on the wall. She is indeed dressed up in make up and is wearing a green dress with floral patterned lace. She is and has been staring directly at Amber. The look on her face makes it abundantly obvious that she has heard of Amber before.
"Yes." She says
"You must be Amber."
>>155322
Amber gives a demure smile. His family doesn't have to like her, just not think she's a worthless hussy. Plus, she's on their ground now as a guest, so she must watch herself.
For her part, Amber is dressed in a very modest, dark blue dress and has a forest green headscarf tied underneath her chin, so it's quite difficult to look less like a worthless hussy.
"That's right, my name is Amber Sunset," she replies politely. "I met Mustard at the restaurant he works at and yesterday afternoon he invited me out. This morning he was kind enough to stop by and invite me to meet y'all and go to church together."
Amber gives a demure smile. His family doesn't have to like her, just not think she's a worthless hussy. Plus, she's on their ground now as a guest, so she must watch herself.
For her part, Amber is dressed in a very modest, dark blue dress and has a forest green headscarf tied underneath her chin, so it's quite difficult to look less like a worthless hussy.
"That's right, my name is Amber Sunset," she replies politely. "I met Mustard at the restaurant he works at and yesterday afternoon he invited me out. This morning he was kind enough to stop by and invite me to meet y'all and go to church together."
>>155323
"Uh Huh" She continues looking at Amber. Her mouth is partly open, and she presses her tongue into her teeth.
"Uh Huh" She continues looking at Amber. Her mouth is partly open, and she presses her tongue into her teeth.
>>155324
"It's a pleasure to meet you. Mustard must have a wonderful family for him to turn out so nice." She hopes her nervousness isn't too readable on her face.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. Mustard must have a wonderful family for him to turn out so nice." She hopes her nervousness isn't too readable on her face.
>>155325
“Wonderful indeed.”
Behind the filly is wall on which several photographs hang of stallions, and presumably, the family.
She turns her head to her left, looking deeper into the house. Then she looks back to Amber.
“What made him want to stay?”
“Wonderful indeed.”
Behind the filly is wall on which several photographs hang of stallions, and presumably, the family.
She turns her head to her left, looking deeper into the house. Then she looks back to Amber.
“What made him want to stay?”
>>155326
Uh oh, the gig is up. Well, when it comes to this filly anyway, and she was always most likely to know. But it still is painful to admit it, and Amber bows her head with a slight blush.
"I asked him," she admits in a whisper.
Uh oh, the gig is up. Well, when it comes to this filly anyway, and she was always most likely to know. But it still is painful to admit it, and Amber bows her head with a slight blush.
"I asked him," she admits in a whisper.
>>155327
From a room deeper in the house, yelling makes its way through.
She turns and looks inside the house again, then looks back to Amber, with a smug smile.
From a room deeper in the house, yelling makes its way through.
She turns and looks inside the house again, then looks back to Amber, with a smug smile.
>>155328
Amber looks disheartened. She didn't think Mustard's manufactured version was particularly believable, but didn't expect it to be seen through right out of the gate.
"Don't tell me everypony knows?" she whispers to the filly, dismayed.
Amber looks disheartened. She didn't think Mustard's manufactured version was particularly believable, but didn't expect it to be seen through right out of the gate.
"Don't tell me everypony knows?" she whispers to the filly, dismayed.
>>155330
"Please...please don't tell anypony," she entreats. "I...we...got carried away, but our feelings are true. I'll remain faithful."
"Please...please don't tell anypony," she entreats. "I...we...got carried away, but our feelings are true. I'll remain faithful."
>>155332
"Nothing bad or hurtful." She still doesn't elucidate on what exactly happened. "I have only the highest respect for your brother. He's a true gentlepony."
"Nothing bad or hurtful." She still doesn't elucidate on what exactly happened. "I have only the highest respect for your brother. He's a true gentlepony."
>>155334
"I know it sounds very foalish, and I was, but I thought he was a...a changeling. But he isn't, and I promised to make it up to him...." she says as she paws the ground and bites her lip in heavy awkwardness. Maybe it was a mistake to come with him here, but there's no backing out of it now.
"I know it sounds very foalish, and I was, but I thought he was a...a changeling. But he isn't, and I promised to make it up to him...." she says as she paws the ground and bites her lip in heavy awkwardness. Maybe it was a mistake to come with him here, but there's no backing out of it now.
>>155335
The conversation is interrupted by a sound coming from deeper inside the house.
Behind the mare is a small bay with something like a couch, then against the far wall just a little to the right is a stand with candles, flowers, a framed letter, and a small photo of an evidently dark red filly under a large framed black and white photo of a light colored stallion, and a large framed photo of a mid-reddish colt. To the right of that is couch with a framed photo of a family of six, and to the right of that is a radio in a wooden box. Near the end of the house is a small table with a window behind it, and an entry to what must be the kitchen, which is behind the stairway.
Amber sees a maroon colored mare walk out of the kitchen, wearing a long black dress, and a black bonnet with a yellow flower in it. It's the same mare she saw the day before. Her eyes look very tired, and she wears a forced smile. Mustard Trim walks out behind her, with that kicked-dog expression and a low hanging head and tail.
The maroon mare approaches, and has a sort of jovial tone
"Hello! You must be Mustard's new girlfriend."
The conversation is interrupted by a sound coming from deeper inside the house.
Behind the mare is a small bay with something like a couch, then against the far wall just a little to the right is a stand with candles, flowers, a framed letter, and a small photo of an evidently dark red filly under a large framed black and white photo of a light colored stallion, and a large framed photo of a mid-reddish colt. To the right of that is couch with a framed photo of a family of six, and to the right of that is a radio in a wooden box. Near the end of the house is a small table with a window behind it, and an entry to what must be the kitchen, which is behind the stairway.
Amber sees a maroon colored mare walk out of the kitchen, wearing a long black dress, and a black bonnet with a yellow flower in it. It's the same mare she saw the day before. Her eyes look very tired, and she wears a forced smile. Mustard Trim walks out behind her, with that kicked-dog expression and a low hanging head and tail.
The maroon mare approaches, and has a sort of jovial tone
"Hello! You must be Mustard's new girlfriend."
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>>155336
Amber forgets her own predicament momentarily as she instantly recognizes the shrine, and her heart aches for this poor family. Poor in that regard, though, because their standard of living is comfortably middle-class.
She doesn't have long to reflect either on the War or on their economic status as she must focus on a crucial first impression.
Amber responds with a less-forced smile, though it becomes just that as she notices Mustard's condition. The poor colt must be harangued pretty constantly.
"Good morning, ma'am!" she replies, as it occurs to her she either never asked his mother's name, or had forgotten. "My name is Amber Sunset, and it's a pleasure to meet you this fine day," she continues with some natural cheer.
Amber forgets her own predicament momentarily as she instantly recognizes the shrine, and her heart aches for this poor family. Poor in that regard, though, because their standard of living is comfortably middle-class.
She doesn't have long to reflect either on the War or on their economic status as she must focus on a crucial first impression.
Amber responds with a less-forced smile, though it becomes just that as she notices Mustard's condition. The poor colt must be harangued pretty constantly.
"Good morning, ma'am!" she replies, as it occurs to her she either never asked his mother's name, or had forgotten. "My name is Amber Sunset, and it's a pleasure to meet you this fine day," she continues with some natural cheer.
>>155337
The mare's eyes are slightly blackened and she may have been crying some hours before, but there is something genuine in her happiness in seeing Amber
"We met yesterday when you came by to pick up my son"
"D'awww. Look at you! You look so sweet!"
She looks over to Mustard Trim, who has caught up to her, and is standing next to her. She places her hoof on his cheek
"My little mustard seed finally has his first girlfriend"
Mustard Trim gives a smile (an improvement from his previous state), even if it's of embarrassment.
The mare's eyes are slightly blackened and she may have been crying some hours before, but there is something genuine in her happiness in seeing Amber
"We met yesterday when you came by to pick up my son"
"D'awww. Look at you! You look so sweet!"
She looks over to Mustard Trim, who has caught up to her, and is standing next to her. She places her hoof on his cheek
"My little mustard seed finally has his first girlfriend"
Mustard Trim gives a smile (an improvement from his previous state), even if it's of embarrassment.
>>155338
Amber beams back. "Thank you, ma'am. Your son is a real gentlecolt, you, uh, raised him very well!" she replies.
Amber beams back. "Thank you, ma'am. Your son is a real gentlecolt, you, uh, raised him very well!" she replies.
>>155340
Amber relaxes a little but remains polite. "Mustard wanted me to go to church with y'all. I would be honored."
Amber relaxes a little but remains polite. "Mustard wanted me to go to church with y'all. I would be honored."
>>155341
"Yes! Do you want to go to the local church or the parish cathedral?" She asks. This question, despite its nature, is clearly directed at Amber
"Yes! Do you want to go to the local church or the parish cathedral?" She asks. This question, despite its nature, is clearly directed at Amber
>>155342
"When I arrived in Baltimare I stopped by the cathedral. It's so magnificent! Could we go there?" she asks, excited.
"When I arrived in Baltimare I stopped by the cathedral. It's so magnificent! Could we go there?" she asks, excited.
>>155343
"Yes we can!" She says. She starts to walk outside, followed by Mustard Trim. As she walks by the sister, she says to her in a lower voice and with focused eyes
"He'll be married before you. Why are you having such difficulty?"
Her tone is the opposite of how she speaks to Amber, like there is something spiteful in it. The sister stands there in exactly the same pose as when she was speaking to Amber. The mother says as she walks out in that happy tone,
"The cathedral is lovely, really"
"Yes we can!" She says. She starts to walk outside, followed by Mustard Trim. As she walks by the sister, she says to her in a lower voice and with focused eyes
"He'll be married before you. Why are you having such difficulty?"
Her tone is the opposite of how she speaks to Amber, like there is something spiteful in it. The sister stands there in exactly the same pose as when she was speaking to Amber. The mother says as she walks out in that happy tone,
"The cathedral is lovely, really"
>>155344
Amber is taken aback by her tone to her own daughter. There's encouragement to have grandkids, and then there's being that spiteful. Just what did Amber rope herself into?
"Uh huh, it sure is..." she answers uncomfortably.
Amber is taken aback by her tone to her own daughter. There's encouragement to have grandkids, and then there's being that spiteful. Just what did Amber rope herself into?
"Uh huh, it sure is..." she answers uncomfortably.
>>155345
Maybe not spiteful. More like, disappointed. Angrily disappointed.
Mustard Trim walks out, snd Amber remains there in the threshold across from the sister.
Maybe not spiteful. More like, disappointed. Angrily disappointed.
Mustard Trim walks out, snd Amber remains there in the threshold across from the sister.
>>155346
How do you get a pony envious of you not because of moral character, but because of external pressure to not hate you? Amber gives his sister a look of sympathy, as if to say, "I'm sorry you're being treated this way, but I have nothing to do with it." Amber starts to follow Mustard outside.
How do you get a pony envious of you not because of moral character, but because of external pressure to not hate you? Amber gives his sister a look of sympathy, as if to say, "I'm sorry you're being treated this way, but I have nothing to do with it." Amber starts to follow Mustard outside.
>>155347
Mustard walks up close to his mother. He looks back to Amber, but then looks forward, like he doesn’t expect her to walk next to him. Amber loses line of sight with the sister, who does not reply.
It’s Mustard Trim’s mother who speaks. She turns to look back
“I’m Daylight Dahlia, by the way. It’s so nice of you to join us.”
Mustard walks up close to his mother. He looks back to Amber, but then looks forward, like he doesn’t expect her to walk next to him. Amber loses line of sight with the sister, who does not reply.
It’s Mustard Trim’s mother who speaks. She turns to look back
“I’m Daylight Dahlia, by the way. It’s so nice of you to join us.”
>>155348
"Oh, it's MY pleasure, Mrs. Dahlia," she replies back. "Mustard is such a nice col-I mean stallion, that I just had to meet his family. Your home is very beautiful, too." Amber makes a mental note to use "stallion" whenever to refer to Mustard around his mother, as if to counter her attempt to infantilize him.
"Oh, it's MY pleasure, Mrs. Dahlia," she replies back. "Mustard is such a nice col-I mean stallion, that I just had to meet his family. Your home is very beautiful, too." Amber makes a mental note to use "stallion" whenever to refer to Mustard around his mother, as if to counter her attempt to infantilize him.
>>155349
"Why thank you. I'm so glad you think so. He's grown so well"
She is happy to hear her statements about her son.
"Oh. Thank you..." For some reason, the compliment about the house is met less warmly
"Why thank you. I'm so glad you think so. He's grown so well"
She is happy to hear her statements about her son.
"Oh. Thank you..." For some reason, the compliment about the house is met less warmly
>>155350
Amber is feeling a little more comfortable now. "I arrived in Baltimare just this last week. I've been a farmpony my whole life, but I had to come here because, well, bad harvests...." She pauses and frowns for a moment. "I met your son because we work at the same restaurant. He does the most work of any employee there and really well. And on top of school to boot, that's impressive!"
Amber is feeling a little more comfortable now. "I arrived in Baltimare just this last week. I've been a farmpony my whole life, but I had to come here because, well, bad harvests...." She pauses and frowns for a moment. "I met your son because we work at the same restaurant. He does the most work of any employee there and really well. And on top of school to boot, that's impressive!"
>>155351
"Oh, that's really nice! Not the harvests I mean. I'm sorry to hear that. But we come from a small town too. A forestry town. We're pretty new to this town too."
And to the second remark
"D'awww, that's so sweet. I'm proud of my little mustard seed."
"Oh, that's really nice! Not the harvests I mean. I'm sorry to hear that. But we come from a small town too. A forestry town. We're pretty new to this town too."
And to the second remark
"D'awww, that's so sweet. I'm proud of my little mustard seed."
>>155352
"Well, from what I've seen, Baltimare ain't-isn't-too bad. Definitely not what I'm used to, but you can find just about anything here." She reminds herself to use proper ponish.
"Well, from what I've seen, Baltimare ain't-isn't-too bad. Definitely not what I'm used to, but you can find just about anything here." She reminds herself to use proper ponish.
>>155354
"I have...mixed feelings about it. But, I like adventure, and there seems to be no shortage of it here," she says cheerfully.
"I have...mixed feelings about it. But, I like adventure, and there seems to be no shortage of it here," she says cheerfully.
>>155355
“Adventure?!” she twists her head, evidently offended by this remark. But she recovers quickly, abs pretends like she didn’t just react that way.
“Oh yes, there’s definitely a lot more going on here. A lot more to do, yes. It’s very different from back home. Very different. How do you like your job?” She asks
“Adventure?!” she twists her head, evidently offended by this remark. But she recovers quickly, abs pretends like she didn’t just react that way.
“Oh yes, there’s definitely a lot more going on here. A lot more to do, yes. It’s very different from back home. Very different. How do you like your job?” She asks
>>155356
"It's good honest work ma'am, and that's all I can ask for. I'm the hostess, so I get to greet ponies and give them seats, and that's pretty enjoyable for me."
"It's good honest work ma'am, and that's all I can ask for. I'm the hostess, so I get to greet ponies and give them seats, and that's pretty enjoyable for me."
>>155358
"Oh, I do! Though, there aren't always ponies. Seems like a lot of griffons and zebras live in Baltimare, too."
"Oh, I do! Though, there aren't always ponies. Seems like a lot of griffons and zebras live in Baltimare, too."
>>155361
“I… well, I haven’t really been able to have much fun. You know, working, taking care of my lovely foals Mustard and Veneer.”
“I… well, I haven’t really been able to have much fun. You know, working, taking care of my lovely foals Mustard and Veneer.”
>>155363
“Yes, she’s a lovely little flower in bloom. She’s graduated school and is living with us, working as a telephone operator. She likes the adventure and having fun, too.”
“Yes, she’s a lovely little flower in bloom. She’s graduated school and is living with us, working as a telephone operator. She likes the adventure and having fun, too.”
>>155364
"She has a diploma? You must be very proud of her!"
Used to be that having a high school diploma was a mark of achievement for your community. I recall watching a silent film where this guy with his own car was the talk of the town because "he has a diploma!"
"She has a diploma? You must be very proud of her!"
Used to be that having a high school diploma was a mark of achievement for your community. I recall watching a silent film where this guy with his own car was the talk of the town because "he has a diploma!"
>>155365
"Yes, she does. Graduated last year. And she did so after moving schools, too. Got a nice job. Now she just needs an engagement and a new house." She cannot stop herself from looking back even further, towards the orange filly, with a scolding look.
"My little Mustard seed is on his way to graduate soon as well."
Neat
"Yes, she does. Graduated last year. And she did so after moving schools, too. Got a nice job. Now she just needs an engagement and a new house." She cannot stop herself from looking back even further, towards the orange filly, with a scolding look.
"My little Mustard seed is on his way to graduate soon as well."
Neat
>>155366
"Well, it's important to marry young, but it might take some time, there just ain't-aren't-as many stallions around. And houses...that can be difficult too, I can't imagine there being much construction these days." She gives a cautious smile.
"I'm sure they'll both make you proud."
"Well, it's important to marry young, but it might take some time, there just ain't-aren't-as many stallions around. And houses...that can be difficult too, I can't imagine there being much construction these days." She gives a cautious smile.
"I'm sure they'll both make you proud."
>>155367
"Oh, she's around stallions. Aren't you, Veneer?" She looks back to her daughter, and her smile slips. Then she looks back to Amber
"Well...." Now she looks forward "No, houses are not easy. They are not easy at all. Rent has gone up just like everything else... But it would be good for her to move out, I think, if she had somewhere good to move to."
She doesn't respond to the "proud" remark, as she looks forward
"Oh, she's around stallions. Aren't you, Veneer?" She looks back to her daughter, and her smile slips. Then she looks back to Amber
"Well...." Now she looks forward "No, houses are not easy. They are not easy at all. Rent has gone up just like everything else... But it would be good for her to move out, I think, if she had somewhere good to move to."
She doesn't respond to the "proud" remark, as she looks forward
>>155368
"Well, it's hard finding the right stallion. Luna knows I'm so lucky to have found Mustard before another filly did...and there's nothing wrong with living with family and supportin' each other, especially in tough times." She realizes she's debating Mustard's mother, which is probably a bad idea, but these sort of expectations just aren't fair.
"Well, it's hard finding the right stallion. Luna knows I'm so lucky to have found Mustard before another filly did...and there's nothing wrong with living with family and supportin' each other, especially in tough times." She realizes she's debating Mustard's mother, which is probably a bad idea, but these sort of expectations just aren't fair.
>>155369
"If only every filly were as lucky as you" She says, looking back again to Veneer
"Yes, there is nothing wrong at all with supporting the family you live with. Nothing wrong at all."
This time, her gaze is directed towards Mustard Trim, who looks away
"If only every filly were as lucky as you" She says, looking back again to Veneer
"Yes, there is nothing wrong at all with supporting the family you live with. Nothing wrong at all."
This time, her gaze is directed towards Mustard Trim, who looks away
>>155374
wdym?
Also I've been playing HOI4 with the new DLC, all vanilla, and even with default nation paths you get wacky results. Playing as regular USA and in 1940 I'm at war with Catholic Mexico and Europe has WW1 pt. 2 with Germans fighting Poles/Imperial Russians to the east and Benelux/France to the west. Fun
wdym?
Also I've been playing HOI4 with the new DLC, all vanilla, and even with default nation paths you get wacky results. Playing as regular USA and in 1940 I'm at war with Catholic Mexico and Europe has WW1 pt. 2 with Germans fighting Poles/Imperial Russians to the east and Benelux/France to the west. Fun
>>155375
I really like having the Daylight Dahlia character as a minor villain for Amber to have to deal with. She's doing something as basic and mundane as going to church with her boyfriend, and she has to be adversarial and protect her boyfriend and a different also-antagonistic character from this struggling single mother - I love it. I overdid the derisive comments though, as it's a little too much. I know that in something like a movie or a TV show the actions would also be exaggerated like this in order to get the point across in a short amount of time, but still, I lament the loss of nuance
Honestly, I've never played the vanilla version of HOI4, although I'll admit that having an alternate history with a successful Christeros rebellion and Tsar Mikhail Romanov sounds pretty awesome
I really like having the Daylight Dahlia character as a minor villain for Amber to have to deal with. She's doing something as basic and mundane as going to church with her boyfriend, and she has to be adversarial and protect her boyfriend and a different also-antagonistic character from this struggling single mother - I love it. I overdid the derisive comments though, as it's a little too much. I know that in something like a movie or a TV show the actions would also be exaggerated like this in order to get the point across in a short amount of time, but still, I lament the loss of nuance
Honestly, I've never played the vanilla version of HOI4, although I'll admit that having an alternate history with a successful Christeros rebellion and Tsar Mikhail Romanov sounds pretty awesome
>>155376
Russia has Vladimir III, but it's still cool
As much as fighting ghasts and shooting gangsters is fun, personally I find these character dynamics highly engaging as well. Good job with it, even if it is a little "forced."
Russia has Vladimir III, but it's still cool
As much as fighting ghasts and shooting gangsters is fun, personally I find these character dynamics highly engaging as well. Good job with it, even if it is a little "forced."
>>155379
After walking, they arrive at what is presumably the cathedral, near a park by the river. It's a massive rectangular building in the neoclassical style with a dome and doric columns. It looks more like a pagan temple than a conventional cathedral.
After walking, they arrive at what is presumably the cathedral, near a park by the river. It's a massive rectangular building in the neoclassical style with a dome and doric columns. It looks more like a pagan temple than a conventional cathedral.
>>155381
Silence from Daylight. Silence from Mustard Trim. But Veneer:
“Bonnet La True. She designed many other government buildings in Fillydelphia and Canterlot as well.”
Silence from Daylight. Silence from Mustard Trim. But Veneer:
“Bonnet La True. She designed many other government buildings in Fillydelphia and Canterlot as well.”
>>155063
"Well, it is busy day. I am not sure we have time for anything else, unless there is something quick you can think of."
"Well, it is busy day. I am not sure we have time for anything else, unless there is something quick you can think of."
>>155383
Forgot I put ranks into architecture
Amber tries to remember the significance of Bonnet La True.
[1d20+2 = (2+2) = 4]
Forgot I put ranks into architecture
Amber tries to remember the significance of Bonnet La True.
[1d20+2 = (2+2) = 4]
>>155386
Bonnet La True is… probably not a pirate? Amber doesn’t recall, or at least not off the top of her head
Bonnet La True is… probably not a pirate? Amber doesn’t recall, or at least not off the top of her head
>>155388
Veneer:
"That's alright"
The family reaches the large wooden door, and Mustard Trim stays to keep it open for the females.
Going inside, there are a large number of ponies, but also a large number of empty seats. The ceiling is incredibly high and vaulted. A bit lower, but maybe longer, than what Amber recalls from Saint Eligius. It seems that services have already started
Veneer:
"That's alright"
The family reaches the large wooden door, and Mustard Trim stays to keep it open for the females.
Going inside, there are a large number of ponies, but also a large number of empty seats. The ceiling is incredibly high and vaulted. A bit lower, but maybe longer, than what Amber recalls from Saint Eligius. It seems that services have already started
>>155389
"Thank you," she says to Mustard with a warm smile.
Amber personally prefers St. Eligius, and was thinking that was where they were headed despite the difference, but this is still incredibly grand. She follows Dahlia a bit hurriedly. We're late! she realizes with horror.
"Thank you," she says to Mustard with a warm smile.
Amber personally prefers St. Eligius, and was thinking that was where they were headed despite the difference, but this is still incredibly grand. She follows Dahlia a bit hurriedly. We're late! she realizes with horror.
>>155390
Saint Eligius is further North
Since arriving at his house, Mustard Trim has been almost like a stranger, having almost no interaction with Amber, and certainly less than his mother has had with either he or Amber. But the smile he returns to Amber makes it clear he doesn't really want to be a stranger. He wears a black vest that he must have put on while inside.
Daylight Dahlia trots quickly, ahead of the group. She clearly understands that they are indeed late. Evidently she doesn't have a preferred spot, at least not one that is still available, because she stops, looks around, and finds a row. Asking an older couple to stand in order to get into the row, she goes in, then Veneer, then Mustard Trim, and then Amber at the very end.
There is music, including flute playing. It's an old tune from earlier Equestria that Amber is certainly familiar with.
Saint Eligius is further North
Since arriving at his house, Mustard Trim has been almost like a stranger, having almost no interaction with Amber, and certainly less than his mother has had with either he or Amber. But the smile he returns to Amber makes it clear he doesn't really want to be a stranger. He wears a black vest that he must have put on while inside.
Daylight Dahlia trots quickly, ahead of the group. She clearly understands that they are indeed late. Evidently she doesn't have a preferred spot, at least not one that is still available, because she stops, looks around, and finds a row. Asking an older couple to stand in order to get into the row, she goes in, then Veneer, then Mustard Trim, and then Amber at the very end.
There is music, including flute playing. It's an old tune from earlier Equestria that Amber is certainly familiar with.
>>155391
Amber nods in appreciation to the older couple. Her ears perk up when she hears the tune as do her spirits. What is better to illustrate the beauty of Harmony than music, which by its nature incorporates harmony?
Amber nods in appreciation to the older couple. Her ears perk up when she hears the tune as do her spirits. What is better to illustrate the beauty of Harmony than music, which by its nature incorporates harmony?
>>155392
More music. Amber knows these songs. It’s not quite the same as home, but it’s the sand basic songs. This is maybe the strongest continuity Amber has experienced with her home thus far in her time in Baltimare. No, there is no mandolin, but a young filly sings, there is a violin, and a flute.
>>155393
“I hope so.” He says, following Silver out
[1d2 = 2]
More music. Amber knows these songs. It’s not quite the same as home, but it’s the sand basic songs. This is maybe the strongest continuity Amber has experienced with her home thus far in her time in Baltimare. No, there is no mandolin, but a young filly sings, there is a violin, and a flute.
>>155393
“I hope so.” He says, following Silver out
[1d2 = 2]
>>155394
Absolutely lovely, she thinks. The wonderful thing about faith is that no matter where in the world you go, it will stay the same with you. Her thoughts drift. Will this be the church she'll marry Mustard Trim in? Perhaps it will be St. Eligius instead, or–she would have no objection–a simpler venue.
Absolutely lovely, she thinks. The wonderful thing about faith is that no matter where in the world you go, it will stay the same with you. Her thoughts drift. Will this be the church she'll marry Mustard Trim in? Perhaps it will be St. Eligius instead, or–she would have no objection–a simpler venue.
>>155395
Does Amber have enough family and friends to fill up the cathedral? Does Mustard have enough money to pay for the reception? Perhaps it is best that Amber not think of such things too deeply.
Mustard Trim sits next to her, though he keeps a little distance and does not try to touch her.
The little filly continues trying to sing. None of the songs are contemporary.
Does Amber have enough family and friends to fill up the cathedral? Does Mustard have enough money to pay for the reception? Perhaps it is best that Amber not think of such things too deeply.
Mustard Trim sits next to her, though he keeps a little distance and does not try to touch her.
The little filly continues trying to sing. None of the songs are contemporary.
>>155394
Silver leaves the restaurant after saying thanks to his veteran friend, and starts for the orphanage.
"I know so. Nothing would keep me from coming back to see you."
Silver leaves the restaurant after saying thanks to his veteran friend, and starts for the orphanage.
"I know so. Nothing would keep me from coming back to see you."
>>155396
She forgets about all the difficulties with her to-be in-laws. This music is true joy right here.
That filly can sing much better than me.
She forgets about all the difficulties with her to-be in-laws. This music is true joy right here.
That filly can sing much better than me.
>>155398
Sadly, her cutie mark is not in singing... it kind of shows
A beige mare with an orange coat rises up to tell the lesson.
She starts off wishing well to all, and tells a story of a town in the Unicorn mountains that was cut off from the outside world by a winter storm and a series of avalanches that closed the passes. This was maybe twenty years ago, in the before times, but after certain things were expected, like lamp oil or medicine. Though there stocks of many things, like most foods, but not everything.
For the first week or so, most ponies went along like normal, because they did not expect any real meaningful disruption. Some thought that because the town was closed off, it was cause to abdicate their responsibilities, like foals not going to school, or ponies not going to work. Then after a week, the first message came through tied to the leg of a bird: efforts at clearing the pass had failed spectacularly. There would be no clearing of the pass until spring. There would be no other messages, no going in and out, and no new shipments of supplies.
The town was devastated by the news. The town called a meeting at the hall. The ponies in the lead made suggestions of how to proceed, saying that goods should be rationed and certain services should be closed. Many, however, protested, because of how it would affect their business, or because they were afraid they wouldn't get enough, or would have to share. There was more. Some ponies were not even from the town, they were just passing through and were stuck there. Some ponies who lived in the town were stuck outside of it. And many ponies had loved ones outside of the town who they could not speak to. The inn keeper was left with visitors he had to keep, while he could not make money off of new visitors, and the same to the owner of a restaurant on the mountain.
Panic and ennui began to set in. A shop keeper secreted away all of her supplies of salt, a few stores were broken into, and even the police deputies sometimes didn't show up to work, wondering what exactly they were doing when pay could no be guaranteed. Foals did not go to school, nor were they expected to. Even the mayor was found to be hoarding biscuits.
After about a month, there was a change. Ponies started to realize that the scarce resources of the town could only be managed cooperatively. Hoards of resources secreted away were offered in common, and budgeted, while ponies made an effort to discourage secreting goods away. One of the town's few farmers, with a load of apricots that could not be taken off to market and sold, instead offered to provide his crop, and it was eaten as food in group gatherings.
Likewise, ponies began to realize that their daily activities had as much meaning when done only with the presence of the townsfolk, as when they were part of a larger nation. Not that they necessarily always received money for it, but money didn't have as much value now anyways. The sheriff's deputies realized they were needed for order, the restaurant on the mountain gave out apricot-based meals with its scenic view. The foals and teachers returned to their lessons, at least once a ration of heating oil was figured out. Those who were trapped in the town accepted their situation, and tried to help out, and enjoy the town. Those with loved ones outside of the town they could not talk to simply understood that they still cared for them, and hoped they were cared for in kind. When the snow in the pass finally melted months later, there was relief in the town, but the outside world found a town very much together and in high spirits.
Sadly, her cutie mark is not in singing... it kind of shows
A beige mare with an orange coat rises up to tell the lesson.
She starts off wishing well to all, and tells a story of a town in the Unicorn mountains that was cut off from the outside world by a winter storm and a series of avalanches that closed the passes. This was maybe twenty years ago, in the before times, but after certain things were expected, like lamp oil or medicine. Though there stocks of many things, like most foods, but not everything.
For the first week or so, most ponies went along like normal, because they did not expect any real meaningful disruption. Some thought that because the town was closed off, it was cause to abdicate their responsibilities, like foals not going to school, or ponies not going to work. Then after a week, the first message came through tied to the leg of a bird: efforts at clearing the pass had failed spectacularly. There would be no clearing of the pass until spring. There would be no other messages, no going in and out, and no new shipments of supplies.
The town was devastated by the news. The town called a meeting at the hall. The ponies in the lead made suggestions of how to proceed, saying that goods should be rationed and certain services should be closed. Many, however, protested, because of how it would affect their business, or because they were afraid they wouldn't get enough, or would have to share. There was more. Some ponies were not even from the town, they were just passing through and were stuck there. Some ponies who lived in the town were stuck outside of it. And many ponies had loved ones outside of the town who they could not speak to. The inn keeper was left with visitors he had to keep, while he could not make money off of new visitors, and the same to the owner of a restaurant on the mountain.
Panic and ennui began to set in. A shop keeper secreted away all of her supplies of salt, a few stores were broken into, and even the police deputies sometimes didn't show up to work, wondering what exactly they were doing when pay could no be guaranteed. Foals did not go to school, nor were they expected to. Even the mayor was found to be hoarding biscuits.
After about a month, there was a change. Ponies started to realize that the scarce resources of the town could only be managed cooperatively. Hoards of resources secreted away were offered in common, and budgeted, while ponies made an effort to discourage secreting goods away. One of the town's few farmers, with a load of apricots that could not be taken off to market and sold, instead offered to provide his crop, and it was eaten as food in group gatherings.
Likewise, ponies began to realize that their daily activities had as much meaning when done only with the presence of the townsfolk, as when they were part of a larger nation. Not that they necessarily always received money for it, but money didn't have as much value now anyways. The sheriff's deputies realized they were needed for order, the restaurant on the mountain gave out apricot-based meals with its scenic view. The foals and teachers returned to their lessons, at least once a ration of heating oil was figured out. Those who were trapped in the town accepted their situation, and tried to help out, and enjoy the town. Those with loved ones outside of the town they could not talk to simply understood that they still cared for them, and hoped they were cared for in kind. When the snow in the pass finally melted months later, there was relief in the town, but the outside world found a town very much together and in high spirits.
>>155399
Yay, lore!
Amber's expression changes as she listens to the story. She looks slightly worried when hearing how they were completely cut off. When something bad happens and you're unable to get outside help, that's a real test of strength, but perhaps that's why this is being told.
Then when order starts to break down, she starts to grow more nervous. When ponies need each other, and they start acting more and more selfishly, then it's not just the case of a few bad apples spoiling the bunch, but a complete lack of trust that can only end badly.
But, fortunately, they changed their ways in time and struggled through it together. Isn't this what Harmony is about? she wonders. No matter if you're in a big community or a small one, doing what's right and using the talent of your cutie mark to work together will get you through any difficulty. It's a nice message.
But… she realizes, the Unicorn Mountains are in Changeling territory now. Are those poor ponies alright? Maybe it would have been better for them to stay sealed off…. The filly is left with a cold feeling. She looks around to see if other ponies have realized the same thing.
Yay, lore!
Amber's expression changes as she listens to the story. She looks slightly worried when hearing how they were completely cut off. When something bad happens and you're unable to get outside help, that's a real test of strength, but perhaps that's why this is being told.
Then when order starts to break down, she starts to grow more nervous. When ponies need each other, and they start acting more and more selfishly, then it's not just the case of a few bad apples spoiling the bunch, but a complete lack of trust that can only end badly.
But, fortunately, they changed their ways in time and struggled through it together. Isn't this what Harmony is about? she wonders. No matter if you're in a big community or a small one, doing what's right and using the talent of your cutie mark to work together will get you through any difficulty. It's a nice message.
But… she realizes, the Unicorn Mountains are in Changeling territory now. Are those poor ponies alright? Maybe it would have been better for them to stay sealed off…. The filly is left with a cold feeling. She looks around to see if other ponies have realized the same thing.
>>155398
>>155399
The beige mare concludes her story, and then starts talking about the modern world.
While the horrors in Manehattan were the focus of most of the past month, the last week or so has brought horrors much closer to home. A skirmish and fire on the waterfront killed twenty, and there were efforts to bring in arms that would have killed many more. A member of the trusted city government was found to have committed crimes to terrible to describe. A cult, or at least, something like it, seems to have existed right there in Baltimare, killing many.
But these horrors, terrible as they are, are but a continuation of an even greater series of horrors that have afflicted the Equestrian nation and the world over the past few years. The War killed many and severed the nation in half, and led to the loss of our Princesses, or Elements, and our Principality of a thousand years. The peace that has followed has not been a peace at all. Those on the eastern half have suffered an occupation, a low-grade civil war, the privations of war, and inflation. Those in the west have suffered even greater. For many, the war has not ended at all. Over a million of Equestria's sons remain in captivity. Few, if any payouts of pensions have been made to veterans and the families of veterans.
Daylight Dahliah, Veneer, and Mustard Trim all stand up during the discussion of POWs, as do several other families in the church.
The beige mare continues expressing great sympathy for those suffering, and mentions help the church gives. But with delicacy, she makes her next point. Equestria has been in continuing crisis since at least the return of Nightmare Moon, with the first Changeling invasion, the Storm King, Tirek and so forth. Much of the remainder of the world has been in crisis even longer. And Equestria has experienced crises in the past. The sufferings of the present - very real and perhaps greater in degree than any before - are not unique, nor are they of unprecedented quality. Many, like those in the town, have suffered before.
And then she gets to her point. The world, as a whole, is like that town, as our world is cut off from all others. Like the town, our world has scarce resources we are sometimes impelled to greedily horde, or fight over. Like the town, we are cut off from all contact with many of our loved ones. While this is most obvious in the case of family and friends of POWs and those who are cut off in foreign nations, it can apply to our loved ones who have passed on. Like the town, we have to wonder if what we do every day will receive any validation from any word other than our own, to justify that it was right and meaningful.
But, the mare explains, our world will find harmony in the same solutions. We must, like the town, realize that we will do no good with greed and war, but must share if we wish to preserve what we value. We must, like the town, accept that we are trapped on this world, and must find meaning and connections here. We must, like the town, come to terms with the fact that we may not soon speak again, or see again, those we love. We must instead take solace in the fact that we love and miss them, and that they love and miss them in kind. We must hold out hope we will meet again when we leave this world. And we must, like the town, accept that what we do might not immediately receive validation outside of this world, but instead realize that what we do matters to us, and it matters to those around us, so make sure we spend our time in productive and moral ways.
And so we learn that however bad things may be, we are all trapped here together. We may as well learn to live in Harmony.
She nods
>>155399
The beige mare concludes her story, and then starts talking about the modern world.
While the horrors in Manehattan were the focus of most of the past month, the last week or so has brought horrors much closer to home. A skirmish and fire on the waterfront killed twenty, and there were efforts to bring in arms that would have killed many more. A member of the trusted city government was found to have committed crimes to terrible to describe. A cult, or at least, something like it, seems to have existed right there in Baltimare, killing many.
But these horrors, terrible as they are, are but a continuation of an even greater series of horrors that have afflicted the Equestrian nation and the world over the past few years. The War killed many and severed the nation in half, and led to the loss of our Princesses, or Elements, and our Principality of a thousand years. The peace that has followed has not been a peace at all. Those on the eastern half have suffered an occupation, a low-grade civil war, the privations of war, and inflation. Those in the west have suffered even greater. For many, the war has not ended at all. Over a million of Equestria's sons remain in captivity. Few, if any payouts of pensions have been made to veterans and the families of veterans.
Daylight Dahliah, Veneer, and Mustard Trim all stand up during the discussion of POWs, as do several other families in the church.
The beige mare continues expressing great sympathy for those suffering, and mentions help the church gives. But with delicacy, she makes her next point. Equestria has been in continuing crisis since at least the return of Nightmare Moon, with the first Changeling invasion, the Storm King, Tirek and so forth. Much of the remainder of the world has been in crisis even longer. And Equestria has experienced crises in the past. The sufferings of the present - very real and perhaps greater in degree than any before - are not unique, nor are they of unprecedented quality. Many, like those in the town, have suffered before.
And then she gets to her point. The world, as a whole, is like that town, as our world is cut off from all others. Like the town, our world has scarce resources we are sometimes impelled to greedily horde, or fight over. Like the town, we are cut off from all contact with many of our loved ones. While this is most obvious in the case of family and friends of POWs and those who are cut off in foreign nations, it can apply to our loved ones who have passed on. Like the town, we have to wonder if what we do every day will receive any validation from any word other than our own, to justify that it was right and meaningful.
But, the mare explains, our world will find harmony in the same solutions. We must, like the town, realize that we will do no good with greed and war, but must share if we wish to preserve what we value. We must, like the town, accept that we are trapped on this world, and must find meaning and connections here. We must, like the town, come to terms with the fact that we may not soon speak again, or see again, those we love. We must instead take solace in the fact that we love and miss them, and that they love and miss them in kind. We must hold out hope we will meet again when we leave this world. And we must, like the town, accept that what we do might not immediately receive validation outside of this world, but instead realize that what we do matters to us, and it matters to those around us, so make sure we spend our time in productive and moral ways.
And so we learn that however bad things may be, we are all trapped here together. We may as well learn to live in Harmony.
She nods
>>155401
Amber, in a way, is glad that she does not shy away from the terrible things that have come to Equestria. While Baltimare has seemed to Amber to be a place with riches, fun and adventure, she is reminded that there is darkness, violence, and corruption lurking just under the surface, and she should quit being too naïve.
Her ears fold down and her heart aches when she sees Mustard and his family stand during the talk about POWs. Although her own family hasn't been spared by the war, mercifully she doesn't know of any members captured by the changeling menace. In her mind it is far better to die than to be captured by the changelings, for although what changelings do exactly with their victims is still largely a mystery, urban legend and rumor have made it to be too horrendous to even think about. That this family must bear with the knowledge that such things could be happening to their loved ones even at this moment makes her want to weep, and a tear does grace her cheek.
Still, the point the church-mare makes is not lost on her. She, like everypony, must struggle on and care for those around her, not withdraw in nihilism and egoism. Things will get better. They must.
Amber, in a way, is glad that she does not shy away from the terrible things that have come to Equestria. While Baltimare has seemed to Amber to be a place with riches, fun and adventure, she is reminded that there is darkness, violence, and corruption lurking just under the surface, and she should quit being too naïve.
Her ears fold down and her heart aches when she sees Mustard and his family stand during the talk about POWs. Although her own family hasn't been spared by the war, mercifully she doesn't know of any members captured by the changeling menace. In her mind it is far better to die than to be captured by the changelings, for although what changelings do exactly with their victims is still largely a mystery, urban legend and rumor have made it to be too horrendous to even think about. That this family must bear with the knowledge that such things could be happening to their loved ones even at this moment makes her want to weep, and a tear does grace her cheek.
Still, the point the church-mare makes is not lost on her. She, like everypony, must struggle on and care for those around her, not withdraw in nihilism and egoism. Things will get better. They must.
>>155403
She sings along heartedly with the song, happy that she has been able to go to church with other ponies she can learn to care for.
She sings along heartedly with the song, happy that she has been able to go to church with other ponies she can learn to care for.
>>155404
And the service is over. Mustard Trim looks over to Amber. Daylight Dahliah seems to have started crying at some point, but composes herself, and wipes her face with a handkerchief. She is the first to stand. Veneer sits there kind of awkwardly.
And the service is over. Mustard Trim looks over to Amber. Daylight Dahliah seems to have started crying at some point, but composes herself, and wipes her face with a handkerchief. She is the first to stand. Veneer sits there kind of awkwardly.
>>155405
She puts a foreleg around Mustard to give him a gentle side-hug. It's not as intimate or close as a hug they've had before–this is a church, after all–but it's a gesture of warmth and reassurance. She has a small smile though her eyes betray sadness.
She puts a foreleg around Mustard to give him a gentle side-hug. It's not as intimate or close as a hug they've had before–this is a church, after all–but it's a gesture of warmth and reassurance. She has a small smile though her eyes betray sadness.
>>155406
Mustard himself has a sad look, but tries to smile to Amber. Dahliah tries to walk to the front.
Mustard himself has a sad look, but tries to smile to Amber. Dahliah tries to walk to the front.
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