/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal

>>89962
"Guess I got what I deserved
Kept you waiting there too long my love
All this time without a word
Didn't know you'd think, that I'd forget, or I'd regret
The special love I have for you"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TkA7xQb6uPk

Blue Skies has not returned yet. She must either have found a task for herself or is deliberately avoiding the bathroom. Silver, by contrast, is directly benefiting from and enjoying that Unicorn privilege

>>89961
Only one? I guess it is morning. What a beautiful day. He'll definitely need more later

>>89964
Sides Status: In Orbit

Oh, he very much is enjoying that Unicorn privilege.

>>89965
From another room, he can hear the beginnings of a whistle, which lasts only a few seconds before subsiding. But in the warm waters of the luxurious bathroom, where Silver has plenty of room to himself, he can contemplate how the other half lives. Is that why the Earth Pony population is so high? Because they can't do this? It would suck if you had to try to do this with only the soft part of the hoof. Or, he can just enjoy himself.

>>89966
It's an interesting thought, and in Silver's mind he can see it extend to every part of an Earth Pony's life, and why Earth Ponies have been behind many of ponykind's greatest inventions. Without Unicorn magic or Pegasus flight, they have had to figure out how to do the same things Unicorns and Pegasi can do using only their hooves. So, they became adept at building tools to do those things they can't themselves do, and these tools have really taken off in the past couple decades, allowing them to do things like fly with airplanes or cast spells with magic rifles. Sometimes, these tools even allow them to do things the other races can do, only better. Part of him wonders if Unicorns and Pegasi will eventually become phased out by Earth Pony ingenuity, or if Earth Ponies really are the superior pony race.

As a particularly long, milking stroke of his member causes him to let out a semi-loud moan, and as his member spurts out a small amount of pre, he wonders if Earth Ponies will even be able to build a tool in the future to do what he's doing now to themselves, and if they'll even make it better than this.

THE SITE FINALLY WORKS AGAIN!

>>89968
>>89968
Perhaps the ingenuity of Earth Ponies will someday make mares obsolete. Perhaps a cabal of deceitful creatures who thrive on Earth Pony sexual repression will try to kill any such innovation in the cradle.

Laying there, gloriously outstretched in the bathroom of his employer's marefriend, he may start to see part of the appeal of the Blackhooves. At least, what is presumably the appeal to some of its members. The beginnings of Alicorn were favorable to the Unicorn race, as they were early on promoted to feudal lordships. The rise of Capitalism leveled the playing field significantly, as the "new money" of Equestria became disproportionately Earth Pony. That slight in itself would be tolerable but for the more recent changes in the government. In less than a decade, the size of the Alicorn ruling class quadrupled, while the pony races were now to suffer being placed as equals to literal insects and beasts of burden. As Unicorns were cast out of ruling and equated to Yaks and Griffins, some may yearn for a change in government. Blue Skies still clings to the nostalgia of a time and place where Pegasi were on top, but even she knows that those days are gone. She obeys Unicorn commanders in a chain all the way to the top. If she wants to make jokes about "mud ponies" in front of her Earth Pony boyfriend, all he need respond is "suck my cock," and she must obey as if it were a literal command.

It is now the era of the Unicorn. From the fighter for "equality" who leads Stalliongrad, to the self-styled "defender of ponykind" in the Duke of New Mareland, to the alleged "leader of the Harmonious world" in the River Republic, and now, even the elected leader of the newly minted Republic of Nimbusia, they are Unicorns all.

It's a masturbatory thought to be sure, but what else is appropriate in this exact moment?

Alright, I don't have very much left to do today.

>>89971
I linked the post where the mademare proposes his argument here.
>>89906

>>89973
>Metagaming a combat whatever instead of actually acknowledging the game when explicitly asked about it
Yes, it would offend me

>>89972
Thanks.

>>89976
Holy shit that's impressive

>>89545
Sister Ash raises an eyebrow, then narrows her eyes somewhat.
"... So, you mean to tell us that you took in this colt for his own good?" She implores

>>89976
That's some complex character you did there.
Lemme see if I can see its value.
>>89979
Ikr?

>>89969
Good to know I wasn't the only one.

From what he remembers of the few history lessons he had as a colt that weren't focused solely on Severyana, Unicorns have always leaned more towards the path of leadership. It is something about their biology, or the way they interact with the innate magic of the world around them, he thinks. Funny, as he himself is following the orders of an Earth Pony. But that is the point, he supposes, of each race having different abilities. They aren't equal, they are all different in their own unique way, with their own strengths and weaknesses, advantages and disadvantages. And, he also supposes, that's a good thing. Together, they compliment each other, all three races combined, making their strengths stronger and their weaknesses weaker, and allowing them to reach heights that other sapient races - the Buffalo, the Minotaurs, the Changelings, the Deer, the Griffons, the Polar Bears, the Penguins - could only dream of. Even with the pace at which technology is advancing and blurring the lines between the races' different abilities, there will always be a place for Earth Pony strength, Pegasus flight, and Unicorn magic, because no matter what, that is what these races were born with, and no others can claim the same. It's a branch of Harmonic thought that has largely fallen out of favor compared to the more recent socialist variations that have come into existence to try to compete with Communism, but Silver holds to it almost religiously, as his father did before him.

He watches his telekinetic field stroke his member up and down, up and down, in a constant cycle of self-pleasure. What kind of odd thoughts he has while masturbating.

Random question: which side won the Longswordian Civil War in this universe? Every time I've played with Historical AI Focuses on, the war has ended differently, sometimes with the Non-Aligned "Longswordian Governate" winning, sometimes with the Communist "Socialist Republic of Longsword" winning.

>>89984
Pfft! Halberds are for combat infantry. A real rearguard officer has a ceremonial sword

>Unicorns are biologically inclined towards leadership
Now that is a sexy thought. Keep on going, and it shall end gloriously. But I guess he can think about a sexy pegasus instead if that is more stimulating

Uh, in one of the playthroughs I tried to base this game on who ever won was conquered by the Reformitsen of Hellquill shortly thereafter, who in turn were killed by New Mareland at the very end of the "Gryphyian March" campaign

>>89986
Silver ends up deciding "why not both?", and mixes the two fantasies together. His telekinetic field strokes on with a renewed vigor.

I've seen the Communists win the civil war in one campaign and manage to push the Hellquillians back after a few months of a stalemate at the border. It helped when the location there the Hellquillian lines finally broke was at the city of Hellquill itself, allowing several Longswordian divisions to push into the city and flank the Hellquillians from behind.

>>89988
I see. It looks like he's way more powerful than current Iron.
Not as powerful as many wizards or other spellcasters but he's quite good at his role.
Anyways, you should probably relink your response to one of the GM's current posts. For some reason his ID changes between days. It may be why he did not respond to Ash yet.
Or is having trouble having to spill out lore and arguing about orphans' true value at the same time.

>>89980
>>89545
>>89969
Linked

>>89989
Whatever challenges Silver's ideas of Liberté, égalité, and fraternité may face in the wider world, none dare challenge him in his private palace of marble and porcelain. From a sound near the door, it seems as if Blue Skies contemplates the politesse of walking in on Silver at the moment, and she seems to give him his space.

In both most recent playthroughs, it seems that Hellquil conquers Longsword. This is more likely, I think, if the 'moderates' win the civil war. This would have the consequence of New Mareland attempting to conquer that area itself, which may be unfortunate as it would create a border against the Griffonian Empire which would be avoided if New Mareland only takes "most" of the Marchlands

>>89976
I'll be sure to include an adversary with stats like that. Soon.

>>89980
He laughs slightly
"I hope you don't mean to tell me he'll find any better. I get help, and maybe even a pony to take my place in the Capri Cabana when I'm on a beach in Sicameon. And he gets a chance at wealth and respect, something that otherwise would be denied him"

>>89992
He grunts in exertion, his telekinetic strokes now with a purpose and a fantasy behind them. They get faster, and harder, as he imagines himself looking down at the most and second-most beautiful pegasi, together and working on polishing his great 'Sword', one taking long licks from the base to the tip before very lightly pressing her teeth into the flare, the other suckling on his round, juicy balls like they were made of candy. He thrusts his hips up in the tub, a large spurt of pre squirting out of his urethra and landing in the tub with a solid ploop sound.

Seems like it. It also seems the outcome of the civil war depends on if the Communists can force the Moderates to capitulate before they run out of Infantry Equipment and Ponypower.
Also, I'll be right back. Dinner calls.

>>89993
Sister Ash nods slightly
"So, you say that you meant to take in this child right here, for his own well-being, correct?"

>>89994
No, I'll just give it higher numbers. Jesus, that post looks like a law review article with all of those citations to it.

>>89996
He ain't done yet

>>89995
How long has it been for him? How long has he kept himself pent up? How long has it been since he laid back and relaxed?

>>89997
"You cannot sell an older teenage male for more than 1000 bits. You can't even give them away for free, really, as you should know from the orphanage. You can say that we run a charity of sorts. We take in the lower classes, the unfortunate. And we give them hope"

Praise Football. Praise American.

>>89999
Praised, as our lord and saviour Elway grants us this pleasure.

>>90000
Amen

\\o/

>>89998
>Selling children
[Reeeeeeees internally]
If Sister Ash was frustrated by the pony not answering her question directly, she does not show it on her face.
She's silent for a moment before she speaks up.
"... And the ponies from that warehouse.. were they subordinate to you..?"

>>90002
He laughs
"I'm flattered that you might think so, but no. I'm just a friend in another part of town under a different underboss"

>>90003
Her eyes narrow further
>Full Asian
"And who might that be?"

>>90004
"The underboss? I'm not certain he would appreciate me giving his name out to random strangers who walk into my office"

I gotta step out for a few minutes.

Brb

>>89998
It has been far, far too long. Years, it feels like to him, spent in service to the whims of one pony or another, be it a group of simple citizens in desperate need of help, a noblepony who needs somepony to do the dirty work they themselves could neither do nor bring themselves to do, or his own country in its time of greatest need, he has worked tirelessly, with little time to spend on himself for pleasures such as this. His balls ache already from seeing some of the heaviest use they have seen in a long while, chugging out what feels to Silver to be gallons of pre before even getting to the main event. His member spits it out with a pressure he hasn't seen or felt since he was a young adult, creating a rhythm of sound with each stroke his magic makes as each glob gets ejected from his member, soars for a second in the air, and comes down heavy into the water: splurt, plop, splort, plap. Some of it lands on his lower abdomen and his pubic area, sticking up the floof in this area of his body. His cockhead is already covered in the stuff so much, he's not sure if it's wet from water or straight pre.

In the fantasy, he sees one mare run her tongue across the whole of his head, popping it into her mouth for but a second before returning to ring his flare with her tongue. She starts to focus on his urethra, spreading it and opening it very slightly with her tongue as if she was going to stick it inside. The other mare opens her mouth as wide as it can go, her teeth scraping along one of his testicles as she attempts to and manages to put the whole thing in her mouth. She uses her tongue to wrap around and wet the whole orb, making very audible vacuum noises as she sucks on his heavy sack. He congratulates the mares on their performance so far.

Blue can hear a particularly deep groan from the other side of the door. "Auuuuugh!" He feels his balls clench in anticipation. He's close. Very close.

>>90007
The door cracks open, and a head looks in. She smiles, but keeps a cautious distance. The way you may keep a distance to others setting off fireworks

But which mare is it who caresses his member with her tongue and lips, and which mare is it who nibbles his sack?

>>90009
Bingo.

>>90008
His breathing gets heavier, his strokes get even harder, his thrusts into the air get more needy, he stops shooting pre in preparation for the coming ejaculation. He doesn't even register Blue's presence, he's so caught up in both his pleasure and his fantasy.

Two things happen at once:

In his fantasy, Storm sticks her tongue into his urethra, playing with it, while Skies manages to fully deepthroat his testicle.

In real life, he releases his telekinetic grip on his shaft as the vice grip pressure he felt on his balls finally releases.

"AUUUUUUGH!"

He gives a single, mighty thrust into the air, as a long, thick, powerful rope of pure white cum spews from his member and soars high into the air, splattering against his barrel and abdomen when it comes down. He thrusts again, and a second, equally large ejection lands on his lower abdomen, his cock, and into the bathwater. He does this several times, each getting slightly and progressively weaker, and each with an audible squirt sound. His chest and abdomen get absolutely plastered in foal batter as rope after rope lands back onto him. An errant stream lands on his own face and in his mane, forcing him to close his right eye to avoid cum leaking into it. And the rest lands in the tub, messing the bathwater even more than it already was.

When it's all over, he settles back down into the tub with heavy breaths, and stares at the ceiling. He's got a healthy afterglow in his face, visible from behind the errant cumstring that landed on it. His cock remains fully erect and covered in semen, but somehow manages to look satisfied to Blue. His coat looks more white than grey on his barrel and abdomen now, and the extra fluff from his winter coat has been quite effectively messed with baby gravy. Ropes of ejaculate are visible in the bathwater, floating around with little care.

All-in-all, it looks as if Silver enjoyed himself.