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>>162358“Okay…” she says, hanging her head down
>>162359He Leads her back into the room
>>162306"I'll let you decide." She says, in a smile that is half warm, half-mischievous, and mostly drunk.
>>162361Silver smiles as he leans down to nuzzle his griffon's beak. With his magic he moves the tip of his stallionhood up a bit, and grinds the length of it back and forth against her vulva.
>>153020 →Iron moves through the mud of the riverbank, each press of the hoof pushing it down and aside. Sometimes, the mud holds firm enough and Iron steps with no problem. Sometimes, the mud creates suction and makes it difficult for Iron to pull his hooves out. Where water pools, the suction is more prevalent than where the mud piles above the water. All the same, discerning where mud will be firm or problematic. The mud clings to him, moistening his fur and making it subtly heavier and clunkier with each step.
The sky above is adorned with a small number of clouds, but it is the blue sky that dominates the view. The sun is high above, and bears down more oppressively than the cold, winter air would imply. It’s a darker and deeper blue more akin to the afternoon or twilight than high noon, and altogether uncanny and unlike the skies Iron has seen before. The sound of running water permeates the background. It’s a low volume, as the brown, sickly looking water flows only through a portion of the area between it’s banks, mud taking up the remainder, and it does not flow with much speed. Behind and well above Iron is a tall bridge with two limestone brick pylons supporting old, rusted, rolled-iron side and middle spans above, with a main span carrying a rail-line, and an attached wooden section off to the side allowing the passage of carts.
Iron looks at the wooden remains of what was, evidently, once a cart. It is upside down and badly decayed. Underneath, Iron sees what he is there for: the tops of at least two cast-iron flasks. The cart is on the border between the mud and the flowing water, and mud is at its worst here, being obnoxious to move through. Over on the side, Black Cauldron has her side pack on the ground, trying to remove tools. She moves slowly, but deliberately. White Sands stands out, with her long, flowing, and otherwise beautiful mane largely frayed and tangled. Mud clings to the bottom of her belly and her legs. She moves quickly and almost angrily, moving a rope around the base of a dead tree further up on the sloping riverbank, and then moving the rope closer to Iron. Unlike Cauldron, she will move through the mud, and come to Iron.
>>162360She walks in, ahead of Dark Star, and back to her bed.
>>162362Soft, but only a little wet.
"heh heh." She smiles, and keeps her eyes closed. Her beak isn't soft or fuzzy, but it isn't cold or rough either. It's smooth, and Silver's snout moves right across it's surface.
>>162378The stallion keeps grinding and grinding, pressing the length of his stallionhood against her sensative entrance. The head drools prejaculate against the short fur on her pubic regions. He keeps his muzzle pressed against her beak where his hot stimulated breath blows gently against her face.
"How do you say 'I love you' in your language, my dove?"
>>162381She moves her beak slightly off to the right side, so that Silver's muzzle makes more contact with the left side of her beak. She opens her eyes, and half-lids them, aiming her purple eyes right at Silver.
"You don't say. You do."
>>162382He meets her with his own blue orbs, and chuckles.
"Action, not words. I am familiar with this."
He opens his mouth, and goes in to kiss her. As he does, he presses the tip of his Sword once again against her lips, and increases pressure slowly until...
POPJubilosa feels it when her lips part, and the fat ridged edge of Silver's Sword enters her, stretching her parted walls.
>>162384"Umph!"
Silver gets ahold of her beak, and lower on her body, he can feel her wet, smooth walls move apart. It takes some force, and he has to press hard to make his way in.
>>162386He takes a moment to let her recover before he starts to trust, slowly, in an inch, then back to almost leaving her. Each time he gets just a little bit deeper, his stallionhood progressively becomes more engulfed by his griffon's tunnel of love.
>>162388As Silver has experienced before, she isn't very big, and is a bit tighter, albeit more slippery, than Silver may prefer. She leans her head back, and opens her mouth with a moan. She again closes her eyes as she lets Silver move on (in) her.
>>162390A number of thrusts later, she feels the medial ring knock against her stretched vulva. He pulls back slowly out to his flare, focusing her on every sensation of every ridge against her tight, wet walls, before thrusting back in to his medial ring quickly. He does it again, and again, closing the distanct between his head and his ring just a bit faster and just a bit harder every time.
With the amount of fluid they are both releasing, the sounds of their union have become wet and vulgar already.
squilch, squick, slop, squerch >>162391>>162392Don't knock it 'til you try it, bros.
>>162394She makes another moaning sound. This is one is almost pained. She raises her claws, and places them on Silver's shoulder. She closes her beak together tightly, and closes her eyes.
Silver can feel her wet, gripping around him, and pressing down in a constant movement. Whatever Silver may have wanted to do earlier with his early date, and whatever he has been repressing until now, Jubilosa will not keep from him.
"Umph.." She tries to suppress making more sound. Perhaps it is well that the door is closed.
>>162397Silver's breath becomes heavier as the thrusting wears on. He looks at her with some concern, but keeps thrust in and out, in and out, over and over again.
"Are you okay? I can slow down if you wish."
>>162399"Umph..." She opens her eyes, and smiles weakly
"Slow down? Why?"
She breathes out in labored breathes
>>162400He kisses the tip of her beak.
"I worry for you, my love. I do not want to hurt you."
He pauses and the apex of a thrust, takes a wider stance with his hindlegs, and presses against her lips with his medial ring, increasing pressure until with a slick
squelch it too enters her.
>>162401She smiles, and looks into his eyes. Is she looking right into his eyes? Right into his soul? Far past him? Hard to say with her beak touching his muzzle, and the two so close together. He can feel much of her body as well. Her fuzzy chest, her soft belly, and of course, that tight, wet grip around him.
"Ah!"
She opens her beak, and looks upwards, towards the ceiling. Silver can feel that he's very possibly hit the end, stretching her insides. She takes her claws off of his back, and places them under the covers
>>162402Once again, he takes a few moments to let her catch her breath. Or, perhaps, he's catching his own breath. Regardless, after this very brief break he starts to move again, pulling out until he has almost exitted her and then closing the distance to her deepest fathoms. She feels it as his balls are finally close enough to meatily smack against her rump at the peak of the thrust in. He repeats the action, then again, getting back up to his previous pace quickly.
>>162404A soft grip on the tip, and then down the middle, and then at the base. She has some control to loosen or increase the grip. More than that, she places her hind legs on the bed, and starts moving her lower portions up to meet Silver. She forces him inside of her, or will change the angle, causing him to hit the top of her insides, and then hit her at a lower angle.
>>162406He stops increasing the pace of his thrusts, and even slows them down a bit, as she starts to grip down and pleasure his stallionhood in this way. The unicorn tells himself to pace himself, and let them both savor this moment just a little bit longer before he breeds his wonderful griffon. The way his heavy breathing starts to unsteady gives away to Jubilosa that said moment is growing closer with every thrust.
>>162407"Uhmp..." She breathes out heavily, keeping her beak open. Sometimes, her eyes are closed. Sometimes they are slightly open, and stare up at the ceiling. And sometimes, she looks right at Silver.
She looks up, arches her back, and warps her claws in layers of bedsheets.
>>162410Desperately, Silver holds on, keeping the tide of foal batter held back just a little bit longer. He looks deeply into her eyes, closed or open, focused or not. He focused on his griffon, the object of all of his love and affection in this moment. His thrusts become needier and needier with every push in, and the sounds from their sexual congress can be heard in the room.
slap, plap, squelch, squick, plapp, pap, squrck, squish >>162411"Ah..." She looks into his eyes... and then break it, looking up, then closing her eyes, then moving her head all the way back, almost upside down. She arches her back up, contorting that par of Silver that is in her at an angle, and pressing her upper belly and chest into him.
"Ah.. Ah!"
She presses her claws down, then rubs them against the bed, then moves them across the bed closer to her, and then upwards and onto Silver, pulling the bedsheets with them. Silver must be greatful that there is more than one layer of bedsheets and covers between them as she claws into his shoulder, and down his forelegs with great force. She opens her beak wide open, and presses it tightly together.
>>162412That's the very sign he was looking for. The unicorn leans his head over, takes her shoulder into his mouth, and speaks as restrained and muffled a "NNNNGGHH!" as he can into her. He trusts once, twice, and with another grunt releases the held back flood of seed into her. He breeds his griffon with rope after white hot rope of cum that splatters against her insides. Her belly swells slightly as the seal his medial ring makes inside her tight canal keeps the foal batter from escaping all at once. Only a little of the precious white substance leaks out from her vulva while he remains as hilted as he can be inside her.
>>162415"Ah! Ah! Ah...." She looks upwards, dazed, breathing heavily out of her open beak as she grabs onto his shoulders and pulls down. She throws her hind legs out, and presses against the bed until they go limp.
>>162416The ropes start to taper off to a trickle after a little bit. Her young, griffon insides have been strat bombed by the barrage of pony seed, filling her like a balloon and white washing her fleshy walls. He slowly lowers himself down on his shakey limbs to rest, pressing against her sensative swollen belly making her look like she's in the early stages of a pregnancy. He looks lovingly into her eyes, and quickly moves to kiss his Jubee deeply.
>>162419"Heh heh..."
She looks into his eyes as well, though she is clearly dazed. She weakly returns a kiss, pressing her tongue to his, and gently touching his lips with her beak.
>>162420He holds his griffon carefully and affectionately. He keeps hilted in her, keeping the virtual ocean of semen locked inside her. Making sure at least one of her wings are folded up, he lays down on the bed with her, the connection of their genitalia rolling her to keep facing him.
"I love you, Jubee. Every time I breed you, it is like I feel our souls connect."
>>162424She looks at him eyes partly lid in a daze, and rolls with him onto her side. She raises a foreleg, and places it around his shoulder, and uses a free wing to partly wrap over him, then completes her embrace by sending a hindleg.
"Heh heh..."
>>162427Silver holds his griffon close, nuzzling into her feathery neck. With his griffon blanket, the pony is very comfy.
"Would you like to sleep now, together, in each other's legs my love?"
>>162428"Ah..." She breathes out. Silver can feel her chest rise and fall, though now with much slower breaths. She isn't quite as soft, small, or fluffy as Khoi, but she's certainly more feathery.
"Yeah... that sounds lovely..." She says, though her words are barely coherent in her dazed state.
>>162323Why does sneaking by police feel so familiar?
In this case it would be unwise to stay on the same platform. Another possibility would be to cross the train and walk between the tracks, and while there might be fewer creatures it would certainly be seen as suspicious and it's a narrow avenue without the possibility to hide, most likely. Amber will cross over to the next platform.
>>162376I completely forgot about this >>162429He snuggles up even tighter and closer to his love. The physical exhaustion from sex, the bliss of afterglow, and the stresses of the day's events finally combining to make the stallion tired.
"I love you Jubee. Goodnight..."
>>162430It's a little bit harder when you have a gunshot wound.
Amber would have to move past the final car to get to the other platform
>>162431She breaths out, and holds onto Silver
>>162432Is it a caboose, and more importantly, are there any creatures who might see her?
>>162433It's a regular coach car. There are several creatures nearby, both civilian and officers. How much attention they are paying... well they aren't per se watching passers by, but they are in a position to see her.
>>162432The unicorn closes his eyes, and slowly begins to slip into the embrace of dreamland, especially in the warm, cuddly, feathery embrace of his griffon.
>>162435She's warm, that's for sure, and Silver has a nice, soft pillow to lay his head on.
But what dreams may come...
>>162436Silver has faith in the Lunar Princess, as his last bits of conscious mind pray for good dreams before he slips away completely.
>>162434Amber will have to pretend to be astonished at how an emergency transpired, and then in Helder's fashion, "disappear" behind the train.
>>162438So is she going to go onto the tracks and stay close to the train, or go to the other platform?
>>162439Go to the other platform.
>>162440Hmmm... Roll die. Wisdom modifier.
>>162442... Amber's pretty conspicuous in a blood soaked cook's outfit. To say the least
>>162443Hmm, perhaps it's best to take off the outfit, then. Though clothing seems to be more common for griffons than for ponies.
>>162444It's colder where Amber is now, if that means anything.
Taking the clothes off will make the wound directly visible.
>>162445Amber did not really think this through, did she?
Is there a coat or jacket conveniently lying around nearby to wear over the shirt?
(You) are all cute ponies
>>162376Iron's neutral, almost cold and emotionless look fixated on the rope, extending his neck and mouth out to grasp it in order to reach one step closer to actually retrieving such heavy yet valuable materials stored within their firmly stuck containers.
Even as White waddled through the earthly, sticky mud, the earth stallion couldn't help but wonder if bringing her along was really a good idea in terms of her feelings. A part of him felt as if he led her to a suffering session with everything that has happened so far, despite knowing she desperately needed the money for her family back home. All the native hoped was she'll get what she desired.
>>162458It's abundantly clear that she wants the flasks removed now.
Iron's next challenge becomes how to remove and then carry the flasks.
>>162446Roll Die>>162437>>162457Silver awakes. He is lying on his back, not immediately embracing Jubilosa. The bed is a bit softer, it feels like, and the covers are thinner and full of frills. Looking out the window, past the wooden beams of the porch, Silver sees the light blue sky stained orange by the rising sun. There are a few clouds, but mostly it is clear.
>>162460Silver brings up a hoof to wipe away the sleep from his eyes, blinks, and sits up in his bed. He feels the odd bed covers.
>>162459Iron figured tying the rope around the flasks and promptly pulling them out would be a solid enough idea: There would be far more leverage outside of the mud, meaning it'd be far easier to pull from there.
With that in mind, he'd carefully try to find a good spot to start his first step of his plan.
>>162461A bit less soft on the top than underneath. Thinner layering. There's some sort of... is that a shield? Zerbican style shield on the right hand corner of the eye. And the walls are a shade of blue. But it's definitely the master bedroom of the beach house.
>>162462There is a piece of wooden debris sticking out of the mud maybe 20 feet or so from the cart. It isn't very high, and it is far away. But it is positioned in the right area so as to provide good leverage, should Iron try to pull the flasks out.
>>162463That's...odd. Did Khoi wake up early and start redecorating? Silver blinks a couple more times in confusion before getting up and leaving via the bedroom door.
>>162464Before Silver even leaves the room, he notices two, or perhaps more important details. One is shelves of items that appear to include vases, ceramic constructs like bowls and an amphora, a wooden totem, a few small statues of thinks like a black dog, and a few paintings in the impressionistic style. There is also a new dresser, with photographs on top. There is a television set on the left, near the door, which has a wider screen, black plastic, and a more "efficient" construction than the one downstairs, although it's about the same size. And finally, though importantly, is what - or who - is in bed next to Silver. Mostly under the covers is an equine, evidently, with a long strawberry mane than comes down over the covers, and lemon yellow fur, with a muzzle that sticks out that is narrow relative to the face, and though not particularly long, looks ever so subtly fox-like.
>>162463Presuming that tying this debris would bring the cart's remains as well as the flasks stored within, Iron does so and ensures it's properly placed.
>>162465The sight of the items around him makes him pause before he leaves. This is a very well-decorated room, and a TV in the
bedroom? It's quite opulent, but...this isn't what he remembered his room looking like. Where is he? Who is this mystery pony? Perhaps looking at the photographs on top of the dresser will give him an idea.
>>162466Is Iron trying to move the cart, or the flasks?
>>162468If one leads to the other, he's willing to go for the cart. Otherwise, just go for tying the flasks with the rope
>>162467In the photos, Silver sees....
Well it's not certain what he's looking at. He's never seen these scenes before. Never. And yet he thinks he recognizes some of the ponies in them. One is a wedding with a pegasus of light grey coat and darker grey mane, with some different color streaking in his mane, to a pegasus mare who is... green? Everything is grey in these photos. Silver has never seen the mare, but the stallion appears to be Spectral Streak. In another photo are two ponies, a unicorn and an earth pony. The earth pony is larger and is wearing a... light green? uniform that appears to be some kind of military dress uniform, albeit not one that he is familiar with. The smaller unicorn stallion standing next to him is wearing the hat and robes of a graduate. Both are smiling widely, and hugging each other. These stallions certainly resemble Mint Marine and White Orchid, although much like Spectral Streak, they appear much older. In another set of about three photographs is a what appears to be Silver and a mare that Silver recognizes as Pear Faucet, all dressed up in tuxedo and wedding gown. In another photograph is Silver and the same Pear Faucet standing together, the latter having a wide smile, in front of a set of desert mountains with a beach and a straw hut in the foreground, and the aluminum glimmer of a plane wing in the background. The location is entirely unknown. And in another photograph is Silver, Pear Faucet, and one, two, three small foals he's never seen before. Hard to tell the exact coat and mane colors in the black and white.
>>162469Unless there is something under the mud, the cart and the flasks do not appear to be connected together. This is because the cart is upside down, and the flasks are underneath it. Moving the cart probably won't move the flasks, but it might make getting to them easier.
>>162470In that case, Iron figures it'd be best to simply tie it to the flasks and simply nudging them out of the wreckage from here in case the contents might break from crashing at the wood.
>>162470Silver is quite the confused pony. He recognizes none of these pictures, and the ponies in them look older than he knows them to be. And in these ones it looks like he's married to Pear. What is this? Is this...is thisthe future?
He looks back at the strange pony he was sleeping with, examining them and wondering who they are.
>>162472The pony is a mare, and appears to be, from his best recollections, Pear Faucet. And yet she doesn't look quite like her. She seems to be older.
>>162471The flasks are made out of cast iron. They have also been sitting in water for a century now.
Is he tying the rope to a flask?
>>162474And so Iron ties one of the flasks
>>162475While he's at it, Iron ties the other flask as well before tentatively attempting to get out of the annoying mud and out onto solid land in order to pull the contents out.
>>162477I figured there were two flasks to recover, but if there isn't, it's my mistake.
>>162478There are at least two flasks, perhaps more not visible.
>>162481There does not seem to be one lying about in the train station.
>>162480Blue Skies slowly walks back to the bed
>>162473Pear Faucet...no wonder he doesn't recognize her. He really must be in the future! But, how far? And how is he still alive, if she is that much older? He looks outside through the window to see how things are different.
>>162479If Cauldron didn't specify the amount of flasks, then Iron might as well tie the rope to the cart wreckage instead to see if they're missing anything else that could be worth something.
>>162482He walks over and sits down on the bed.
>>162485She lays down on the bed, and glances to Dark Star from the side before looking back.
>>162484It is so.
>>162483The deck seems a little different, with the plank that extends out being removed and instead there is a straight railing. Down by the bay, is a small pier with a white painted motor boat, with it's curved fore, open top and windshield. There is a "boat house" around it, although it is nothing more than a triangular roof supported by four posts. In the bay are several yachts, two freighters, and what appears to be some kind of small patrol boat, although much further in the distance. Across the bay, the smoke stacks of the power station are gone, though the station remains. More of the swamp and forest has been cleared for what looks like single family housing. Over in the city, it looks like there are a few more taller buildings in the city center. The eastside, by the harbor is hard to see at this angle because of buildings not being especially tall, but it appears that many of the old tenements are gone and replaced either with newer, taller apartment buildings, or factories.
>>162486With that done, Iron would promptly exit the mud and take the rope back on solid ground to start pulling at it, at first testing if it would move at all.
>>162487It needs to be pulleyed around the piece of debris. If the cart is going to move, it clearly needs much force.
>>162488Exhaling softly, Iron decides that he's enough force to at least move by an inch, causing him to pull harder.
>>162489It... seems to move a millimeter, maybe? The cart is definitely stuck in the mud.
>>162490Encouraged, Iron continues trying to pull it out of the mud towards him, wondering if White and Black picked up on his course of action to either help or advise against.
>>162491White Sabds moves closer to the cart, evidently trying to guide the rope. The small unicorn is at least light, and less likely to get stuck in the mud.
Roll strength>>162492She is, and remains, very blue. She lays on her belly, and lays down on the bed.
>>162493Let's see if I remember how to do this...
[1d20+5 = (4+5) = 9]<Strength
>>162486Wow...it looks like Baltimare has grown substantially. And he really
did get a boat. A nice looking one at that. Silver turns around and sits back down on the bed, looking at what is apparently his Pear's sleeping form.
>>162494The cart moves a little, the rope becomes very tight, and the wooden post bends. But it fails to move, at least by much.
Cauldron:
"Careful! You could break the post."
White Sands:
"No. Keep going! It needs more strength!"
>>162496And Dark Star is laying next to the blue pony
>>162495Most of her is covered by the bed covers. Her mane is long and is not particularly combed or neat, but simply spills out onto the bed, with some of it under the covers. She makes almost no noise, though there is a small sound made when Silver sits on the bed. Silver can see the covers rising and falling ever so slightly.
>>162497Iron exhales softly to slightly recuperate from the exertion before trying to pull again, harder this time. Worst case scenario, he'd had to go back into the mud to attach the rope to another part of the cart.
>>162497She looks so peaceful. There is so much he wants to ask her, but he doesn't want to wake her from this state. He leans over, and kisses her on the forehead instead.
>>162499Strength or a normal d20?
>>162501Strength
>>162500Silver leans in, kisses her.... and her eyes open.