The Adventure continues
Six years after season 6, Occupied Equestria presents an alternative history where Chrysalis chose a different approach to her second attack on Equestria. The Changelings have conquered half of Equestria, while a former Equestrian colony - soured to Princess Twilight's notion of harmony with all creatures thank to their dealing with griffins - Invaded and took the other half. In Baltimare and the Equestrian Southeast, the magic of friendship has weakened, as Communists, Changeling infiltrators, Fascists, gangs, and corrupt creepy politicians threaten the city. This role play is based in large part upon the Equestria at War mod for Hearts of Iron 4, and uses D&d 3.5e mechanics.
The Eastside Tavern Gang has broken through the house and pool-house of the politician Comte Burgher. What they found has been nothing short of astonishing. Deeds for properties bought by secret societies, seditious communications, cryptic booklets, concerning academic interests, and above all else, a sex dungeon with two young colts chained up, and traumatized. With these, they found something else: two caged and chained up adolescent Changeling drones. So doing what any logically minded group of people would do when encountering caged life-force vampires, they let the things suck on them, then took them home and hugged them and loved them and squeezed them and called them 'George.'
Dark Star is coming to terms with loss in the Stallion's room of the Eastside tavern, while Iron aids him. Silver dreams of an Equestria that is no more and his long lost family (while sleeping in a fairly awkward position). Ash awaits a new dawn of service, Onyx a new life of possible employment, while Brie and Spark stay in a small room with two strange guests
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>>88883Some of the foals would pretend that the statues in the garden come alive and move when they are not being watched. At least one of them fears their imaginations are reflected in the reality before them
>>88884“Ra!”
They try to bat at each other
>>88885She giggles, and moves a bit to show off more of her fluffy body, pulling her wings up from her side
“Thanks”
I wonder what the glorious quints are going to be, and who will get to claim them.>>88886He gladly takes the opportunity to appreciate the glory before him, 'ooo'ing and 'ahhh'ing silently at her. "I wonder if it is biological that pegasi are fluffier than other pony races."
>>88886I set them down on either side of me. I try to calm them down by petting them.
[1d20 = 11]>>88886Iron stifles a giggle. His body slowly starts going down, as if it was falling due to misguided foal poking one of its supports.
>>88887She giggles, blushing slightly and now definitely flattered
“It takes a lot of work to be this fluffy....” and after a pause, “I take it Storm Warning was fluffy?”
>>88888They continue hissing at each other
>>88889Two foals stare on in curious horror
[1d20 = 15]>>88893Iron now decides to stick to his new position, pretending he was pushed down by rebellious foals, which isn't really true.
>>88893I levitate a pony doll over and point at it accusingly. I then float it over to each of them and boop them with its hoof.
"Get the pony!"
>>88893"Yes, but I do not believe she was quite so." He rubs the frog of his hoof on a patch of fluff, the ticklish feeling causing him to snort. It feels good to him, however. "Except her wings. She took great care of them, and she took pride at times in how fluffy she could make them. Especially her marginal coverts."
[1d20+9 = 14]>>88894Sister Ash decides to work on the garden, since her spell didn't seem to be enough last time.
Rolling Profession (herbalist), with synergy a d nature sense modifiers.
>>88894This is more or less successful. The foals go on
>>88895"Hiss!"
Kerr boops back
>>88896She smiles, and extends her wing in front of Silver's face. Her feathers seem to be a little bluer on the tips and edges.
>>88897She does not kill the plants
>>88899Iron now awaits a foal that gets too close to his unarmored hoof.
>>88899More boops to each of them to get them distracted.
>>88899He smiles back as he gets an idea. His horn lights up and creates a telekinetic sheath around the fleshy part of the wing, and he uses his magic to gently massage it from base to tip. He looks at her feathers as he does so, finding the coloration rather mesmerizing. "Your wings are very beautiful. There are not many pegasi I have met with gradients in their feathers."
>>88901And now
both start aggressively counter-attacking
>>88900Roll for luck
>>88903I keep it up and then have it run along the floor.
>>88902Her throat makes a soft purring sound, and she keeps her wings out.
"Thank you. That feels good"
Another thing, her feathers
are shinny>>88904His prey does not come in range
>>88905Kerr runs right after it
[1d20 = 15]>>88906Iron waits a little longer. If nopony comes, it should be safe to move out. If somepony comes, he'll be in for a surprise.
He's thinking Star is taking a little too long. He may have to tell Ash to move out to the tavern and tell a nun to relay the message.
>>88906"I imagine with amount of use these get, there would be fair amount of stress built up." As he keeps the massage going, he extends his focus to use his magic to get her other wing to unfold, and extend the massage onto that wing as well. He watches as the feathers on this wing catch the light. "There is shine to your feathers I do not think I noticed before."
>>88907At last, one comes near
>>88908She slowly raises her other wing until it is fully extended. Her wingspan is rather great, taking up a decent portion of the width of the room. She explains the shine
"I use olive oil on them sometimes"
>>88909He is watching intently
[1d20+11 = 13]>>88910Iron suddenly boops the poor foal's nose. "
Golpe de gracia!" Iron exclaims as he does it.
>>88910I watch Kerr as well, having the doll run around the room, hiding in several spots.
>>88910The realization of her true wingspan is nothing short of jaw-dropping to Silver, who momentarily pauses in the massage. "О, моя Селестия...wow...your wings are incredible..." He shakes his head clear, and returns to his work, making an almost milking motion throughout the muscle groups. "Olive oil. I suppose that is Nimbusian custom to use it on your wings?"
>>88911And... he over extends himself and trips
>>88913Kerr buzzs around with his wings, pouncing
>>88914She looks at him with an intense grin, continuing to purr
"Yes, we use it regularly to clean our feahers"
>>88915"I do not believe Storm used olive oil for that purpose." A particularly lewd memory of Storm and her wings enters his mind, making him grin. "Though, I will say she occasionally did use
another kind of oil..."
>>88915Iron falls to the ground unceremoniusly, without the pretense of being knocked down by running foals. He decides to lay there for a while, contemplating his bad luck for this encounter.
[1d20+2 = 11]>>88916He tries to get that pony
>>88917"In Nimbusia olive oil was used for many purposes, feather-wash among them... She used oil too? Like cottonseed oil? Hemp seed oil?"
>>88918A small crowd of ponies gather round and stare in fascinated horror
>>88919Iron notices the ponies staring at him. He pokes his chin, then decides to stand up deliberately slowly while the crowd watches. He can feel the fear emanating from them. He shall see if their curiousity wins over it.
>>88920A smaller one
runs. A couple stand still, and a few move a couple steps back
>>88919He chuckles. "No, more of the '
midnight' variety."
[1d20 = 4]>>88921Iron now stands still. He wonders if anyone will attempt to get closer again, just to prove their bravery with their peers.
I'll roll luck for this.
>>88922Blue Skies frowns slightly
"I would think petroleum would be unhealthy for feather growth"
>>88923They back away
slowly [1d20 = 18]>>88925Iron remains steadfast on standing still. He wonders if at least one pony will try to approach his intimidating presence.
>>88925He chuckles, though now once again awkwardly. "I, uh...I am trying to imply ejaculate, not petroleum." He keeps the wing massage going, however.
>>88927She stands there in complete silence... for all of about five seconds. Then she laughs out loud, slumping down closer to the floor a little
>>88926A little colt
*poke*
>>88919I finally move the doll toward him for a final confrontation!
>>88928If there ever was a better icebreaker than laughter, Silver doesn't know of its existence. He happily joins in her mirth. He has to readjust his telekinetic sheath a little as her position changes, but it doesn't have much of an actual effect on the experience.
[1d20+11 = 20]>>88928Iron boops the brave colt on his nose for his efforts with his unarmored hoof.
[1d20+2 = 22]>>88929"RAAAAAAA!!!"
He attac
>>88930"
That I can say definitively I try to keep off my coat and feathers"
>>88931"Ahhh!" He screams, and the foals start to run away
>>88932"Yes, but such is life of love and desire. We would always have to scrub each other down afterwards. Sometimes it ended up counter-productive, but we did not much care." As she
presumably returns to a more normal sitting position, Silver moves to sit behind her. He presses his forehooves onto the sides of her withers and makes small, slow massaging circles with them.
>>88932Iron remains still again as the foals run away again. He snickers a little bit at the colt's exasperated scream of terror as his muzzle got booped.
>>88934>>88934Perhaps something like pic is appropriate
>>88933Her back, naturally, is the same azure white as her feathers, mostly a solid color. She coos lightly at the rubbing. The hair of her tail is mostly straight, and the same sky blue as her mane.
She moves her head down laughing a bit more