Amber runs from a police raid. After an intense firefight, Dark Star provides shelter for two young maidens, and Silver takes a lovely Kirin he's had his eyes on to see a movie. Iron retrieves treasure from the mountains, and Spark goes back to the wolf village with the resistance fighter.
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>>162306
"I'll let you decide." She says, in a smile that is half warm, half-mischievous, and mostly drunk.
"I'll let you decide." She says, in a smile that is half warm, half-mischievous, and mostly drunk.
>>162361
Silver 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.
Silver 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.
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.
>>162378
The 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?"
The 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?"
>>162381
She 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."
She 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."
>>162382
He 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...
POP
Jubilosa feels it when her lips part, and the fat ridged edge of Silver's Sword enters her, stretching her parted walls.
He 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...
POP
Jubilosa 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.
"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.
>>162386
He 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.
He 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.
>>162388
As 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.
As 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.
>>162390
A 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
A 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
>>162394
She 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.
She 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.
>>162397
Silver'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."
Silver'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
"Umph..." She opens her eyes, and smiles weakly
"Slow down? Why?"
She breathes out in labored breathes
>>162400
He 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.
He 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.
>>162401
She 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
She 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
>>162402
Once 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.
Once 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.
>>162404
A 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.
A 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.
>>162406
He 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.
He 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.
"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.
>>162410
Desperately, 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
Desperately, 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.
"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.
>>162412
That'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.
That'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.
"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.
>>162416
The 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.
The 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.
"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.
>>162420
He 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."
He 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."
>>162424
She 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..."
She 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..."
>>162427
Silver 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?"
Silver 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.
"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.
>>162323
Why 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.
>>162376
I completely forgot about this
Why 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.
>>162376
I completely forgot about this
>>162429
He 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..."
He 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..."
>>162433
It'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.
It'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.
>>162432
The unicorn closes his eyes, and slowly begins to slip into the embrace of dreamland, especially in the warm, cuddly, feathery embrace of his griffon.
The unicorn closes his eyes, and slowly begins to slip into the embrace of dreamland, especially in the warm, cuddly, feathery embrace of his griffon.
>>162435
She's warm, that's for sure, and Silver has a nice, soft pillow to lay his head on.
But what dreams may come...
She's warm, that's for sure, and Silver has a nice, soft pillow to lay his head on.
But what dreams may come...
>>162436
Silver has faith in the Lunar Princess, as his last bits of conscious mind pray for good dreams before he slips away completely.
Silver has faith in the Lunar Princess, as his last bits of conscious mind pray for good dreams before he slips away completely.
>>162434
Amber will have to pretend to be astonished at how an emergency transpired, and then in Helder's fashion, "disappear" behind the train.
Amber will have to pretend to be astonished at how an emergency transpired, and then in Helder's fashion, "disappear" behind the train.
>>162438
So is she going to go onto the tracks and stay close to the train, or go to the other platform?
So is she going to go onto the tracks and stay close to the train, or go to the other platform?
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