>>156023A long muzzle, yellow brown fur, and a large, slim body. Perhaps it dissapoints Amber, but Mustard doesn't look at her or make eye contact. He simply looks forward, and grimaces. He holds his lips tight together, and makes a heavier breathing sound.
Amber feels her vulva parted by Mustard trim as he pushes himself into her. No kissing, no foreplay, no eye contact. But his first push is slow, though inexorable, inside of her, moving deeper.
He picks up the blanket, and places it over top of himself and Amber
>>156026Silver almost snarls hearing Orchid cry. He holds the zebra's head hard against the rough ground with little care for his comfort.
"Who sent you? Street Wise, or his boss, Bargain Strength?"
>>156028[1d2 = 2]Mala very literally snarls at his respective quarry, who he attempts to subdue on the ground.
The zebra's brown eyes move up towards Silver as his muzzle is pressed to the ground. He tries to move his muzzle up, and it seems as if he is going to say something. But he doesn't.
[1d20+4 = (11+4) = 15]>>156029"Not snitching? You do realize there are deaths far worse than being shot in back of head and dumped in river."
To punctuate this, he slams the zebra's head into the concrete.
>>156030"Ahhhhh!" The Zebra cries out in pain, and is breathing heavily. Some amount of blood starts to come out.
There is a sound of a car door opening quickly
>>156031Silver keeps the zebra pinned as he looks towards the direction of the noise.
>>156032Silver discerns the threat immediately. Another creature - this one is a diamond dog of white color - has exited the driver's side door of the vehicle. That's the opposite side from where Silver is, and he moves to get around the front of the vehicle towards Silver, Mala, and White Orchid.
>>156027She shudders in pleasure as she can feel his distinctive shape push past her labia and up and into her. She bites the pillow in front of her and snorts. It's a magical feeling, that of her coltfriend's warmth and friendliness on her, around her, and now in her.
Amber's interior feels moist and warm, very warm. Mustard can feel her pull herself wider to welcome him, but nonetheless those soft bumps and ridges press lightly against the skin of his member.
>>156033Can Silver levitate the revolver the pony stallion dropped over to him?
>>156034Laying on the comfortable bed, Amber can feel the cushion, and can lay her head on the pillow. There's no question that Mustard is in a more cozy position overtop of her than she's experienced in most of her interactions. She feels his chest, his belly, his chin, all underneath a warm blanket. And she can concentrate on the length within her that presses deeper inside. Now, his medial ring moves in as well. He starts to move out, and then back in in a thrust. And then another, and another, with the bed slowly beginning to creak. He makes a small snort.
>>156035It's within reach, so basically yes.
[1d20+6 = (18+6) = 24]>>156036Silver pulls the revolver to him and fires at the diamond dog.
If there's an additional penalty to the attack on top of the -4 while grappling, go ahead and add it to whatever the roll ends up being.
>>156036It's a not dissimilar position to what they used this morning, except that they're resting on a bed and they must refrain from making any sounds. As they're both flat on their bellies, he won't be able to hilt in her as deeply as before, but Mustard's tip is still able to push deeply into the pony's warm interior. She breathes through her nose in pleasured contentment as she feels the soft skin of his shaft rub against that of her vagina, over and over. She reminds herself to maintain some basic alertness with her ears.
>>156037Even under the unfavorable circumstances, the shot hits true
[2d6 = 2]>>156038[1d20 = 4]Mustard starts moving longer, and faster, but finds himself constrained by the sound the bed makes, moving somewhat slowly. He stays deep inside of her, pulling out slightly, then back in. It's not so much a ram, but a gentle rub of her insides. He takes his forehooves, and places them around her neck, in a rather possessive hug.
>>156039Amber has no complaints about keeping it slow, and she constricts her muscles to add some pressure onto him to increase the pleasure of each gentle rub. Every movement sends a tingle of carnal delight and she wouldn't mind staying like this forever. The hug only adds to this sentiment; she is his mare, she will one day live in this house with him and have his foals.
Still, her ears stay upright.
>>156037>>156039Silver hits the Diamond Dog. But it isn't much more than a graze
The Diamond Dog brandishes an Automatic, stands behind the car's engine, and shoots
[1d20+3 = (14+3) = 17]>>156040If it was Amber's intent to be owned by him, she's in a great position, as her stance is completely submissive to him. She is beneath him, held down on every side by him, and is the object of sexual pleasure for him, without so much as eye contact. The same with foals. Amber's safety is against pregnancy is entirely dependent on her trust of her own fertility cycle; there's nothing wrong with him.
The sounds downstairs are a little questionable, as there is silence in the radio that lasts more than a few seconds.
Inside of her, he begins to flare, as her vaginal walls are moved further apart, deeper in her, to make room for him. He increases the pace, making gentle thrusts, not withdrawing even as further than his medial ring.
[1d20+6 = (7+6) = 13]>>156042Silver grunts as a searing pain hits him where he was shot but doesn't drop the revolver. He aims it again for the diamond dog and fires.
>>156043>>156044The bullet hits the engine block of the vehicle
[1d2 = 2][1d20 = 20]
>>156041Does Amber even know this is how foals are made? That might explain her carefree attitude to being ridden raw by Mustard, but alternatively maybe she trusts him that much despite his poor financial situation.
As long as I don't hear hoofsteps up the stairs we're fine. We're not making enough noise to be heard, she thinks to herself.
She breathes audibly heavier through her nose, though not suddenly or loudly enough to be a snort. She can find herself approaching her summit as his magical body parts her vagina wider, and conversely he can feel greater pressure and resistance surrounding him. Her tail and rump press up against her stifle as she angles her rear slightly, trying to get her little clitoris to feel his love as well. She wants to wiggle her rear to get him to hit her walls at different angles, but ultimately decides not to.
>>156046Amber's subconscious surely wants his foal. She's only waiting for her body to come around.
[1d20 = 17]He breathes a little louder, and pulls his lips back as he bites his teeth. He pushes harder, and deeper. Though he does not pull out much, his thrusts become faster and faster. The bed makes a definite sound now. Aber's clitoris feels the rub of his shaft, and occasionally his medial ring, which moves far enough out to rub against her vulva. His testicles occasionally swing forth far enough to contact her rump. Inside, the flare is distinct
>>156047>>156046Downstairs, music plays and Mustard uses the cover of the new, loud sound to move faster and further. The bed creaks louder
>>156045>>156049>>156043The Diamond Dog shoots again
[1d20+3 = (15+3) = 18]
>>156043>>156050Silver is shot a second time
[2d6 = 5]
>>156047>>156048The pleasure of her sensitive clitoris being rubbed against his masculinity, of his flare pushing her walls on all sides, of his testicles jumping up against her marehood, and of his warm embrace on all sides becomes too much for her.
"Mmmmm~" is her muffled cry as she jolts beneath him and her vagina closes on his member on all sides. Her eyes are closed shut, she has fiercely bitten the pillow in an attempt to stay quiet, and there is a small rush of something wet around his penis. She jolts a couple more times, each time creaking the bed, and smaller spurts lubricate her entrance. By the second jolt, however, she manages by force of will to relax her walls, freeing his penis and letting him continue to hump her or pull out if he desires. She barely has the presence of mind to hear anything with this cascade of sensations.
[1d20+6 = (12+6) = 18]>>156051Another sharp pain, another shot aimed for the diamond dog.
>>156052Likely spurred on by Amber's embrace, he forces himself forward and back, forward and back pressing her walls aside. At the risk of making sound, he increases his speed.
It is not long after her internal contractions - indeed probably because of her internal contractions - that he makes a movement of his own. He moves his neck back, lower on her body, and bites her hair. He firmly wraps his forelegs around her neck in an embrace, and pulls her down. He presses his flare deeper into her, and then a jet of liquid streams out inside of her, followed by another jet of liquid.
He moans into her mane.
Less than a day ago, Amber jumped on Mustard Trim's back, ad bit down on his mane. Now, the positions are reversed. How does she like it?
[1d20 = 17]
>>156053>>156055The Diamond Dog is hit somewhere between the chest and the shoulder. From the side, the Diamond Dog is tackled to the ground, and falls out of view
>>156056Surprised, Silver looks to see if Mala is still holding the pony stallion.
>>156054Mustard can feel the muscles of the pony beneath him shudder in euphoria as she continues to moan, both in pleasure and in pain, into the pillow as she snorts. Less than a day ago, this pony could have caused him serious harm, and can easily resist him now if she wanted. Now, she doesn't want to fight, she wants to be
bred, and with her muzzle down in the pillow she's in a completely submissive position, even as he bites her hair and grabs her neck.
As she feels him twitch and ejaculate deep inside her she lets her walls instinctively press and lock him in. He can feel her heartbeat against him as she squeezes those ridged walls, stimulating and pumping as much as she can out of him.
Though undoubtedly she would feel different were it to actually happen, at this moment she almost doesn't care if they're found. She's caught up in the moment and won't let get anything get between her and her lover as they ride out their respective orgasms.
>>156058A couple thrusts, a few more spurts, and then he simply holds himself overtop of her. He nibbles her ear. Downstairs, an advertisement plays loudly, advertising what seems to be chewing gum.
If Amber has any desire to hurt him.... well, she's playing the long game on that one.
He lays down on her, laying his belly on her back. He rests like this for some seconds. Not long, but some amount of time. After some seconds, he presses his forelegs down around her, lifts himself up, and takes the rag, placing it beneath. Then he pulls out of her, rubs himself, then her, and lays down next to her, still under the blanket.
>>156057Sort of. The stallion is beneath him, subdued. Mala is growling.
>>156061"He's down on the ground, Sargent! It's Frizzle."
>>156059We did it! We did it…and we didn't get caught.She lets go of the pillow and rests her head upon it. He can feel her heavy breaths push him up and down slightly. Though her muscles release their vice grip, she continues to hold him snugly in her warm and now very wet cave. She enjoys the feeling of how they fit into one another so well, as if they are made for each other. When Mustard is ready to get off, she lets him pull himself out.
Mustard can feel her labia twitch and warm viscous ooze cascade out as he cleans her with the cum-rag. She giggles as he touches her sensitive bits, and she presses her walls together to squeeze out as much foalbatter as she can. Even so, there's going to be a stain on the blanket underneath, at least from the mare's ejaculate.
When he's done, she folds her hind legs closer to her body to give him room and nuzzles up against him. There's quite a lot of body heat under that blanket.
"Thank you for that,", she whispers.
"I love you."
>>156063He gives her the time, resting on her, and rubs her genitals with the rag, but ends up laying next to her. The small size of the bed forces them to press against each other. It seems he is content to simply lay there, or even fall asleep. But with Amber's words, he throws his leg around her, and pulls her towards him
"Anytime, Amber"
>>156062"Thank Celestia for you, Frizzle! Do what you can to keep him down!"
He points the revolver down at the zebra.
"Alright, talk."
>>156064Nothing makes her happier than lying so close with this colt, their rumps and shoulders pressed up against each other, his foreleg around her. She still has a furious blush as she enjoys the afterglow of their coitus, her whole body feeling a rosy warmth. Her eyes are closed as she rubs her forehead against his cheek, Mustard's book still in front of them (though it may have been moved around as the bed shook).
>>156065Three shots remaining in the cylinder.
Roll for intimidateCharisma modifier
>>156066He rocks her a little with his leg, and nuzzles her muzzle.
"I'm glad I decided to stay" he says to her
>>156069"We were just hired to capture the colts" He says
"We saw you enter here with him by chance, and then stuck around."
>>156068He turns to her, and places his other leg underneath her chest, until he has both legs around her. He rocks her in the hug. Indeed, he
huggles her.
"You're so adorable, Amber. I'm glad you picked me."
>>156070Amber enjoys the warmth of the huggle, though he is a bit of a bony pony. Her tail is flopping around happily.
"Who else was there to pick? We're perfect for each other," she coos.
>>156071Unfortunately for Amber’s enjoyment of her perfect moment, he takes that as a serious question.
“Well, I thought somepony who plays an instrument, or plays sports. Or maybe is older with a job. Well, a more proper job.”
>>156072She seems to ponder this, as if this hasn't occurred to her before.
"I suppose…but even without those, you're perfect. You're young like me, anything is open for us." He gets a reassuring smile.
>>156070"Street Wise and Bargain Strength, yes?"
>>156074"Bargain Strength is our superior..." He says with a subdued voice.
>>156073He lays there in silence, With a delay, he returns a weak smile.
>>156075She kisses his cheek before laying the side of her head on the pillow with a warm but tired smiles, her indigo eyes half-lidded.