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>>155205
Before, he was able to pass all of the mess onto Amber and her bed. Now, it is unavoidably his problem.
He focuses his expression on her belly. He moves a hoof, and uses it to touch her teats, and press them in. Inside of her, he can feel him twitching. He tries to move his hindquarters up to help in the movement, though the logistics do not work in his favor. He rubs his his other hoof across her.
"I don't know if I have any more in me." He says, smiling awkwardly.
"But you're uh, you're welcome to try"
He starts breathing heavily again
Before, he was able to pass all of the mess onto Amber and her bed. Now, it is unavoidably his problem.
He focuses his expression on her belly. He moves a hoof, and uses it to touch her teats, and press them in. Inside of her, he can feel him twitching. He tries to move his hindquarters up to help in the movement, though the logistics do not work in his favor. He rubs his his other hoof across her.
"I don't know if I have any more in me." He says, smiling awkwardly.
"But you're uh, you're welcome to try"
He starts breathing heavily again
>>155206
If he truly wanted to avoid as much mess on him as possible, he should have gone for doggy style.
poke
Her teats are as soft as ever, but her nipples are also as hard as he's ever felt them. A wonderful thing to touch as he's being ridden.
As if taking his statement as a challenge, she closes her eyes and pushes herself up and lets herself fall down with growing frequency. A plap sound repeats as her genitalia collides against his, and part of her mane falls over her left eye. Having only just used her vaginal muscles for the first time tonight, she easily loses her rhythm and can't regain it. Instead, her tunnel becomes constantly moderately tight and she tries twisting and squirming her lower body, pushing her walls into his tip at various sensitive angles. With her forelegs at her side and her expression that of labored concentration, it looks like she is in some kind of erotic dance.
Looking back to her teats, they are bouncing and shaking with every movement. Did they look the same way as she was galloping up the hill, or during their previous lovemaking on her back? Whatever the case, they are quite mesmerizing.
Her breaths become heavy and labored, and it's hard to tell whether it's from exertion or because of her mounting pleasure. Her moaning becoming ever faster may suggest the latter.
If he truly wanted to avoid as much mess on him as possible, he should have gone for doggy style.
poke
Her teats are as soft as ever, but her nipples are also as hard as he's ever felt them. A wonderful thing to touch as he's being ridden.
As if taking his statement as a challenge, she closes her eyes and pushes herself up and lets herself fall down with growing frequency. A plap sound repeats as her genitalia collides against his, and part of her mane falls over her left eye. Having only just used her vaginal muscles for the first time tonight, she easily loses her rhythm and can't regain it. Instead, her tunnel becomes constantly moderately tight and she tries twisting and squirming her lower body, pushing her walls into his tip at various sensitive angles. With her forelegs at her side and her expression that of labored concentration, it looks like she is in some kind of erotic dance.
Looking back to her teats, they are bouncing and shaking with every movement. Did they look the same way as she was galloping up the hill, or during their previous lovemaking on her back? Whatever the case, they are quite mesmerizing.
Her breaths become heavy and labored, and it's hard to tell whether it's from exertion or because of her mounting pleasure. Her moaning becoming ever faster may suggest the latter.
>>155207
He moves his hoof so that her left nipple moves across the frog of his hoof as she goes up and down, rubbing against him. He stares in fascination at the other nipple, as it moves up and down and bounces.
Inside of her, she can feel him hardening and firming up. She can feel him flaring inside of her, and providing a new sort of friction on her walls. The liquid drains away slowly, steadily, and the friction becomes something kind of like an aggressive tickle on her genitals
He moves his hoof so that her left nipple moves across the frog of his hoof as she goes up and down, rubbing against him. He stares in fascination at the other nipple, as it moves up and down and bounces.
Inside of her, she can feel him hardening and firming up. She can feel him flaring inside of her, and providing a new sort of friction on her walls. The liquid drains away slowly, steadily, and the friction becomes something kind of like an aggressive tickle on her genitals
>>155208
"Hhh…ahhh…ohh–ohhh!"
It's impossible to tell by how much his stimulation of her nipple adds to her pleasure, but she looks to be in a state of frenzied bliss. Her moans become louder and more erratic as he flares inside her, but she shows no signs of stopping or even slowing. She lengthens her strokes, pushing his wide, sensitive tip from nearly her entrance up to the very end of the cave, and back again. It feels like she's trembling, inside and out, as she pushes herself even faster, her midsection writhing to and fro in sheer ecstasy.
And then…
Her eyes shoot open briefly before she closes them again, and she slams her rump down onto his groin with a loud squeal followed by longer but slightly quieter squeals, ending with loud pants. His entire length is encompassed in her warmth, the very tip just poking past her inner barrier. He can feel her push thick, viscous liquid around his penis, it dripping down his testicles and onto his perineum. She presses on his member, again and again, her wavelike muscles rolling from base to tip, intent on milking every last drop of virility from him. The sensation is overwhelming in the way no hoof or mouth could ever be.
"Hhh…ahhh…ohh–ohhh!"
It's impossible to tell by how much his stimulation of her nipple adds to her pleasure, but she looks to be in a state of frenzied bliss. Her moans become louder and more erratic as he flares inside her, but she shows no signs of stopping or even slowing. She lengthens her strokes, pushing his wide, sensitive tip from nearly her entrance up to the very end of the cave, and back again. It feels like she's trembling, inside and out, as she pushes herself even faster, her midsection writhing to and fro in sheer ecstasy.
And then…
Her eyes shoot open briefly before she closes them again, and she slams her rump down onto his groin with a loud squeal followed by longer but slightly quieter squeals, ending with loud pants. His entire length is encompassed in her warmth, the very tip just poking past her inner barrier. He can feel her push thick, viscous liquid around his penis, it dripping down his testicles and onto his perineum. She presses on his member, again and again, her wavelike muscles rolling from base to tip, intent on milking every last drop of virility from him. The sensation is overwhelming in the way no hoof or mouth could ever be.
>>155209
Inside of her there is a twitch, another twitch, and then a slight movement down followed by increased hardness. Amber might feel a last spurt of liquid, smaller than what has come before, abs then a second twitch, and an even smaller spurt.
He has his head raised, looking at her belly. Then his head collapses back, along with his forelegs across the bed. His eyes lose focus as they point towards the ceiling. He opens his mouth in a drunken smile.
Though he contains his voice more than Amber, he cannot remain silent
“Ah… Ah…”
Inside of her there is a twitch, another twitch, and then a slight movement down followed by increased hardness. Amber might feel a last spurt of liquid, smaller than what has come before, abs then a second twitch, and an even smaller spurt.
He has his head raised, looking at her belly. Then his head collapses back, along with his forelegs across the bed. His eyes lose focus as they point towards the ceiling. He opens his mouth in a drunken smile.
Though he contains his voice more than Amber, he cannot remain silent
“Ah… Ah…”
>>155210
Amber clenches her vagina one last time before relaxing and falling forward onto his chest, her natural urge satisfied. Her forehead presses up against his cheek while her tongue has lolled onto his collarbone. For several minutes, she utters nothing except for pleasured sighs.
And then…
"I'm really thirsty…"
Amber clenches her vagina one last time before relaxing and falling forward onto his chest, her natural urge satisfied. Her forehead presses up against his cheek while her tongue has lolled onto his collarbone. For several minutes, she utters nothing except for pleasured sighs.
And then…
"I'm really thirsty…"
>>155211
He makes several more small laughs, before leaning his head back. He closes his eyes. Inside of her, he is finally going limp.
“Huh?” He says to Amber, his eyes still closed
He makes several more small laughs, before leaning his head back. He closes his eyes. Inside of her, he is finally going limp.
“Huh?” He says to Amber, his eyes still closed
>>155212
She giggles and nuzzles him, before wearily dragging herself to her hooves, his member wetly falling out. She gets off the bed and, with stiff and limping hind legs, walks over to her canteen and the faucet. If he could summon the energy to look, he would see her tail raised and a mixture of her marecum and his seed dripping off her open lips onto the wood floor. She thirstily gulps down the cold water until she's satisfied, then fills her canteen and carries it with her mouth back to Mustard on her bed.
She giggles and nuzzles him, before wearily dragging herself to her hooves, his member wetly falling out. She gets off the bed and, with stiff and limping hind legs, walks over to her canteen and the faucet. If he could summon the energy to look, he would see her tail raised and a mixture of her marecum and his seed dripping off her open lips onto the wood floor. She thirstily gulps down the cold water until she's satisfied, then fills her canteen and carries it with her mouth back to Mustard on her bed.
>>155213
His muzzle sticks up, slightly leaned back. He smiles, opens his mouth, and makes yet another small laugh. He does not open his eyes. Indeed, he lays there the entire time Amber is up, like he’s already fallen asleep. He is like this even as she approaches with the canteen.
The sheets are covered in three different bodily fluids.
His muzzle sticks up, slightly leaned back. He smiles, opens his mouth, and makes yet another small laugh. He does not open his eyes. Indeed, he lays there the entire time Amber is up, like he’s already fallen asleep. He is like this even as she approaches with the canteen.
The sheets are covered in three different bodily fluids.
>>155214
He can easily tell when she moves away and approaches from her heavy breathing alone. She places the canteen next to his head and kisses her mate on the cheek.
"Come on, drink some water and let's sleep," she gently coos.
She grabs the blanket and tries to pull it from under him, as they were on top of it the entire time. In retrospect her admonition not to "wet himself" was completely ridiculous.
He can easily tell when she moves away and approaches from her heavy breathing alone. She places the canteen next to his head and kisses her mate on the cheek.
"Come on, drink some water and let's sleep," she gently coos.
She grabs the blanket and tries to pull it from under him, as they were on top of it the entire time. In retrospect her admonition not to "wet himself" was completely ridiculous.
>>155215
He opens his eyes like he’s surprised, blinks, looks up at her, and raises his head to the water, drinking some.
There is also sweat, so four different bodily fluids on the sheets and blanket.
He opens his eyes like he’s surprised, blinks, looks up at her, and raises his head to the water, drinking some.
There is also sweat, so four different bodily fluids on the sheets and blanket.
>>155216
Amber helps him drink the water while he's lying down. There is no trace of her earlier concern about messing up her new bed.
Amber helps him drink the water while he's lying down. There is no trace of her earlier concern about messing up her new bed.
>>155217
He sips the water, and takes what Amber gives him, but it’s pretty clear he’s out of it by now.
It’s 3:00 AM, and Amber is going to feel very tired at Church tomorrow morning
He sips the water, and takes what Amber gives him, but it’s pretty clear he’s out of it by now.
It’s 3:00 AM, and Amber is going to feel very tired at Church tomorrow morning
>>155218
Worth it. She pulls the covers up over them and climbs in next to him, her legs draped over his torso. "Thank you," she whispers, already drifting off to sleep.
Worth it. She pulls the covers up over them and climbs in next to him, her legs draped over his torso. "Thank you," she whispers, already drifting off to sleep.
>>155219
He takes up a significant portion of the bed, and he doesn’t move from his central position. His body does, however, provide a ready source of heat, so there’s something to be gained by his presence. He’s probably already asleep.
The little filly is alone now, left to her thoughts.
He takes up a significant portion of the bed, and he doesn’t move from his central position. His body does, however, provide a ready source of heat, so there’s something to be gained by his presence. He’s probably already asleep.
The little filly is alone now, left to her thoughts.
>>155220
It's not a situation she's used to; for the first time, she is snuggled next to a member of the opposite sex, her marehood still leaking down her rump. Were she not completely worn out by a full night, sleep might be difficult, but it comes swiftly enough.
Before she becomes lost in the world of her own dreams, she thanks Celestia, Luna, and Cadance for granting her the best night ever, and for a coltfriend she can truly love. Any worries of the present or future are lost in this post-coital bliss.
It's not a situation she's used to; for the first time, she is snuggled next to a member of the opposite sex, her marehood still leaking down her rump. Were she not completely worn out by a full night, sleep might be difficult, but it comes swiftly enough.
Before she becomes lost in the world of her own dreams, she thanks Celestia, Luna, and Cadance for granting her the best night ever, and for a coltfriend she can truly love. Any worries of the present or future are lost in this post-coital bliss.
>>155221
Amber a cute
All in all, a better night than the night before. Some rocky patches, but it ended up well.
She falls into sleep. And what dreams may come....
Amber a cute
All in all, a better night than the night before. Some rocky patches, but it ended up well.
She falls into sleep. And what dreams may come....
>>155222
>>155221
Amber falls into deep sleep, and deeper dreams.
When she wakes, she can remember the following snippets of several dreams.
Above all else, what is remembered is not the scenes delivered nor the sights nor even the feelings, but a sound. Overlaying her whole experience of the night are memories of sound. The sound is the music she heard that night in the Club Maurice from the viol player, remembered wholesale from his performances. Every note, every pitch matched as it occurred that night; or at least, as far as she can recollect it.
Amber's first remembered dream is of her, standing on a dock by some river she must have seen in a movie, or in childhood. On the dock with her is the fluffy unicorn that came into the shop a few days before looking to buy clothing for his griffin lover There is a small steam boat there. The fluffy unicorn extends a hoof and asks for her to come aboard. The music playing is a piece that played at the Club Maurice just as her dance with Mustard Trim was nearing its end. It conveys a sense of excitement, and of journeying into the unknown.
The next scene is understood to be a later portion of the same dream as above, though how the dream progressed in such a way as to produce two scenes that so radically vary in character is not understood.
In the dark of the night between the lights of apartment buildings in a mild rain, Amber stands on the roadway next to an unseen character understood to be the fluffy Unicorn. A slew of police officers fire their guns at Amber and the unicorn from the side of the street and from black vehicles, while the unicorn shoots at them with a submachine gun. The music makes a sudden drop after a peaceful interlude; it's that sound of a rabbit that hops across a field, before a falcon swoops down and takes it.
The next scene is of Amber talking to Mustard Trim on the hill. In the beginning of the scene - actually for the entirety of the dream, really - Mustard is that kind of jovial (introverted, but jovial) personality, talking to Amber for all of her questions. Asper Spring walks up next to him, and he places a leg over her. He explains that she is pregnant with their first child, and the two will be married by the summer. And the music? Imagine the stars, or the northern lights, hanging in the heavens as bright, beautiful lights that shine over all. Now imagine those same lights, those bright shining stars, crashing to earth. So the music follows though with the actions of the dream, the stars crashing as Asper's pregnancy is announced.
The final - actually it's the penultimate - dream is of Amber returning to her family farm. It's broad daylight, almost overly bright. They ask Amber how she is doing in the big city, and want to know what she's been up to. The music suggests happiness and familiarity. From a yellow taxi - the same tax Amber arrived in, by presumption, Amber sees Red Scabbard exit, holding a manila envelope. She knows where she has seen that envelope before. The music suggests hidden danger. Red Scabbard takes that envelope, and gives it to her father. Her father in turn opens it, and shows the contents to her mother as well. It's photographs of her having sex with Mustard Trim. Her father and mother are horrified, and then disappointed, yelling at her and calling her a whore. The music builds to a crescendo. Red Scabbard looks at Amber with a malign grin. His eyes reveal that he is a changeling.
The final dream has her start outside of the Club Maurice, looking through a whole in the wall next to the entrance. This dream is unique in that the sound cannot be recalled. Whereas the music that played before were sounds she had heard before, these sounds are completely new; nothing she has ever heard before. Indeed, they are not like any sound ever heard, as the air cannot transport them. Perhaps it is for that reason she does not have a precise memory of what the sounds were, so much as the thoughts they left on Amber. But something about the sound implies gods - Alicorn spirits - frolicking in the ether that lies between celestial bodies, being stalked by malign entities, attacking them, then fleeing. Amber's point of view is very vivid, as it really does feel as if she were there, experiencing this. She moves through the whole in the wall, and past tables where patrons have left drinks. The diamond dog is not there, nor the Pegasus waitress from Las Pegasus, nor Dark Denizen - though she does smell cigarettes. Alone in the dream is the aging white griffin, who plays his viol on the stage. She moves closer and closer to him as the heavenly sisters fight a rearguard action, withdrawing. She moves even closer, until she is before him. He stops playing, and with this is the one and only moment of silence in the entire dream. He turns his almost glassy blue eyes to Amber, and has an expression of fear.
Then she wakes.
>>155221
Amber falls into deep sleep, and deeper dreams.
When she wakes, she can remember the following snippets of several dreams.
Above all else, what is remembered is not the scenes delivered nor the sights nor even the feelings, but a sound. Overlaying her whole experience of the night are memories of sound. The sound is the music she heard that night in the Club Maurice from the viol player, remembered wholesale from his performances. Every note, every pitch matched as it occurred that night; or at least, as far as she can recollect it.
Amber's first remembered dream is of her, standing on a dock by some river she must have seen in a movie, or in childhood. On the dock with her is the fluffy unicorn that came into the shop a few days before looking to buy clothing for his griffin lover There is a small steam boat there. The fluffy unicorn extends a hoof and asks for her to come aboard. The music playing is a piece that played at the Club Maurice just as her dance with Mustard Trim was nearing its end. It conveys a sense of excitement, and of journeying into the unknown.
The next scene is understood to be a later portion of the same dream as above, though how the dream progressed in such a way as to produce two scenes that so radically vary in character is not understood.
In the dark of the night between the lights of apartment buildings in a mild rain, Amber stands on the roadway next to an unseen character understood to be the fluffy Unicorn. A slew of police officers fire their guns at Amber and the unicorn from the side of the street and from black vehicles, while the unicorn shoots at them with a submachine gun. The music makes a sudden drop after a peaceful interlude; it's that sound of a rabbit that hops across a field, before a falcon swoops down and takes it.
The next scene is of Amber talking to Mustard Trim on the hill. In the beginning of the scene - actually for the entirety of the dream, really - Mustard is that kind of jovial (introverted, but jovial) personality, talking to Amber for all of her questions. Asper Spring walks up next to him, and he places a leg over her. He explains that she is pregnant with their first child, and the two will be married by the summer. And the music? Imagine the stars, or the northern lights, hanging in the heavens as bright, beautiful lights that shine over all. Now imagine those same lights, those bright shining stars, crashing to earth. So the music follows though with the actions of the dream, the stars crashing as Asper's pregnancy is announced.
The final - actually it's the penultimate - dream is of Amber returning to her family farm. It's broad daylight, almost overly bright. They ask Amber how she is doing in the big city, and want to know what she's been up to. The music suggests happiness and familiarity. From a yellow taxi - the same tax Amber arrived in, by presumption, Amber sees Red Scabbard exit, holding a manila envelope. She knows where she has seen that envelope before. The music suggests hidden danger. Red Scabbard takes that envelope, and gives it to her father. Her father in turn opens it, and shows the contents to her mother as well. It's photographs of her having sex with Mustard Trim. Her father and mother are horrified, and then disappointed, yelling at her and calling her a whore. The music builds to a crescendo. Red Scabbard looks at Amber with a malign grin. His eyes reveal that he is a changeling.
The final dream has her start outside of the Club Maurice, looking through a whole in the wall next to the entrance. This dream is unique in that the sound cannot be recalled. Whereas the music that played before were sounds she had heard before, these sounds are completely new; nothing she has ever heard before. Indeed, they are not like any sound ever heard, as the air cannot transport them. Perhaps it is for that reason she does not have a precise memory of what the sounds were, so much as the thoughts they left on Amber. But something about the sound implies gods - Alicorn spirits - frolicking in the ether that lies between celestial bodies, being stalked by malign entities, attacking them, then fleeing. Amber's point of view is very vivid, as it really does feel as if she were there, experiencing this. She moves through the whole in the wall, and past tables where patrons have left drinks. The diamond dog is not there, nor the Pegasus waitress from Las Pegasus, nor Dark Denizen - though she does smell cigarettes. Alone in the dream is the aging white griffin, who plays his viol on the stage. She moves closer and closer to him as the heavenly sisters fight a rearguard action, withdrawing. She moves even closer, until she is before him. He stops playing, and with this is the one and only moment of silence in the entire dream. He turns his almost glassy blue eyes to Amber, and has an expression of fear.
Then she wakes.
>>155223
Amber shudders awake, her eyes shooting open. She checks to make sure Mustard Trim is still next to her, and if he is, she rubs her hooves across his chest just to make sure.
"Mustard?" she whispers, unsure if he's awake.
Amber shudders awake, her eyes shooting open. She checks to make sure Mustard Trim is still next to her, and if he is, she rubs her hooves across his chest just to make sure.
"Mustard?" she whispers, unsure if he's awake.
>>155224
Yes, he's still there. Very much still there, as Amber has been partly over him the entire night. His mouth is partly open, his eyes are closed, and he lies on his back. Amber may for a moment worry if he is dead, because his position is perfectly the same as when she saw him fall asleep. This is fortunately disproved by the rise and fall of his chest. He also has an erection. He does not respond to the whispering.
Yes, he's still there. Very much still there, as Amber has been partly over him the entire night. His mouth is partly open, his eyes are closed, and he lies on his back. Amber may for a moment worry if he is dead, because his position is perfectly the same as when she saw him fall asleep. This is fortunately disproved by the rise and fall of his chest. He also has an erection. He does not respond to the whispering.
>>155225
It was just a dream, he would never leave me.
The anxiety arising from her dreams gives way to her amusement that, a few hours after he completely spent himself in her, he's once again at full mast. She slowly moves the cannon of her hind leg up and rubs it against his underside, pressing it toward his belly.
It was just a dream, he would never leave me.
The anxiety arising from her dreams gives way to her amusement that, a few hours after he completely spent himself in her, he's once again at full mast. She slowly moves the cannon of her hind leg up and rubs it against his underside, pressing it toward his belly.
>>155226
It’s been more than a few hours. Judging by the light it’s mid morning or near it, well past the time Amber would normally wake up. Then again, it’s not that much different than the situation the morning before. Amber Sunset feels drowsy, and generally not well rested. Asper Spring remains a maiden, and most importantly, in a different town.
As Amber rubs him, he twitches. There’s some resistance to being pushed to the belly, but she manages this, rubbing him against his fur.
It’s been more than a few hours. Judging by the light it’s mid morning or near it, well past the time Amber would normally wake up. Then again, it’s not that much different than the situation the morning before. Amber Sunset feels drowsy, and generally not well rested. Asper Spring remains a maiden, and most importantly, in a different town.
As Amber rubs him, he twitches. There’s some resistance to being pushed to the belly, but she manages this, rubbing him against his fur.
>>155227
She needs to get up, but clearly Mustard has his own needs, and who can better satisfy them than herself? She contentedly rests against him, her hind leg moving up and down his shaft repeatedly. The hoof of her foreleg creeps downward along his chest until it reaches the underside of his tip, which her frog slowly rubs.
It occurs to her that her blanket and sheets will need serious cleaning after this, but she crossed that bridge when she lost control the first time.
She needs to get up, but clearly Mustard has his own needs, and who can better satisfy them than herself? She contentedly rests against him, her hind leg moving up and down his shaft repeatedly. The hoof of her foreleg creeps downward along his chest until it reaches the underside of his tip, which her frog slowly rubs.
It occurs to her that her blanket and sheets will need serious cleaning after this, but she crossed that bridge when she lost control the first time.
>>155228
The sheets are most definitely in a very bad state.
There’s a little bit of heavier breathing from Mustard, who closes his mouth. He appears to still be asleep. For every push down, his flesh pushes back up. When she lets go or moves back, there is some bounce. He twitches again.
The sheets are most definitely in a very bad state.
There’s a little bit of heavier breathing from Mustard, who closes his mouth. He appears to still be asleep. For every push down, his flesh pushes back up. When she lets go or moves back, there is some bounce. He twitches again.
>>155229
She pushes her forehead against his cheek, trying to let the contours of her snout meet up with those of his head. She continues her ministrations, her forehoof feeling every bump, ridge and detail of this tip that she felt deep inside her not long ago.
She pushes her forehead against his cheek, trying to let the contours of her snout meet up with those of his head. She continues her ministrations, her forehoof feeling every bump, ridge and detail of this tip that she felt deep inside her not long ago.
>>155230
She can feel the ring and the ridges. She can also feel the short hairs on his face.
He makes a few sounds, smacks his lips… and then opens his eyes, and looks around.
She can feel the ring and the ridges. She can also feel the short hairs on his face.
He makes a few sounds, smacks his lips… and then opens his eyes, and looks around.
>>155231
Mustard awakes to find that not only does he have a boner, but his fillyfriend is right beside him, actively touching him there.
"Hey, you. You're finally awake," she says with a smirk.
Mustard awakes to find that not only does he have a boner, but his fillyfriend is right beside him, actively touching him there.
"Hey, you. You're finally awake," she says with a smirk.
>>155232
“Huh?”
He looks around, and sits up. It takes him a minute to realize he crossed the border with Amber last night, and he looks almost confused.
“Huh?”
He looks around, and sits up. It takes him a minute to realize he crossed the border with Amber last night, and he looks almost confused.
>>155233
Amber throws her hooves around him in a hug. "How are you feelin'? We really tired each other out."
Amber throws her hooves around him in a hug. "How are you feelin'? We really tired each other out."
>>155234
After a few seconds of not understanding where he is, he comes to an acceptance that there are worse things to wake up to than your filly friend holding your genitals.
He smiles, and leans into Amber
“I’m okay. Still tired though.”
He nuzzles her neck.
After a few seconds of not understanding where he is, he comes to an acceptance that there are worse things to wake up to than your filly friend holding your genitals.
He smiles, and leans into Amber
“I’m okay. Still tired though.”
He nuzzles her neck.
>>155235
She nuzzles him back with a serene smile. "I'm gonna get up. Do you want to come with me to church? I'll treat you to breakfast afterwards."
She nuzzles him back with a serene smile. "I'm gonna get up. Do you want to come with me to church? I'll treat you to breakfast afterwards."
>>155237
An overjoyed grin spreads across her face. "I'd love to go with your family!" But she pauses. "Are you sure they won't mind?"
An overjoyed grin spreads across her face. "I'd love to go with your family!" But she pauses. "Are you sure they won't mind?"
>>155239
"We could tell them the truth," she suggests. "We're made for each other, I don't think they would mind too much about what we did."
"We could tell them the truth," she suggests. "We're made for each other, I don't think they would mind too much about what we did."
Amber puts her hind leg on his other side and shifts her weight so she's practically on top of him. She lovingly nuzzles her soft muzzle against the side of his own.
"I think I can make a good impression. I can promise to always be the best possible filly for you."
"I think I can make a good impression. I can promise to always be the best possible filly for you."
>>155242
The shift in her body meets no complaints at all from him. He smiles at the nuzzle, and submits to her new position.
“Maybe I’ll say I met up with you this morning.”
The shift in her body meets no complaints at all from him. He smiles at the nuzzle, and submits to her new position.
“Maybe I’ll say I met up with you this morning.”
>>155243
She frowns slightly.
"I wouldn't want to lie to your kin. But…I'll leave it up to you, and go along with what you want."
She frowns slightly.
"I wouldn't want to lie to your kin. But…I'll leave it up to you, and go along with what you want."
>>155244
“We can’t let her know what we did last night. Even if she knows we shared the same bed for the night, she’ll know.”
“We can’t let her know what we did last night. Even if she knows we shared the same bed for the night, she’ll know.”
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>>155247
"Alright, I guess I'll have to unlearn everything I learned about you last night," she says with a wink.
She stands up on top of the bed, her hooves ruffling the very disordered sheets, and starts stretching. Her face dips down to his chest, then she balances back until her lower body bounces into his erection.
"Alright, I guess I'll have to unlearn everything I learned about you last night," she says with a wink.
She stands up on top of the bed, her hooves ruffling the very disordered sheets, and starts stretching. Her face dips down to his chest, then she balances back until her lower body bounces into his erection.
>>155249
She bows down low, her face nearly touching his. "You want to wash together?"
Then she swings up again, his member brushing against her lower belly.
She bows down low, her face nearly touching his. "You want to wash together?"
Then she swings up again, his member brushing against her lower belly.
>>155251
Amber jumps off the bed, smiling back towards him. Her rump and tail are still plastered with the remnants of last night's emissions.
Amber jumps off the bed, smiling back towards him. Her rump and tail are still plastered with the remnants of last night's emissions.
>>155252
Mustard looks around at the devastation on Amber, the sheets, the blanket, and on himself. Then he gets up, and follows Amber
Mustard looks around at the devastation on Amber, the sheets, the blanket, and on himself. Then he gets up, and follows Amber
>>155253
There is a slight problem. The shower stall in her bathroom doesn't have enough room for one pony to stand without being upright, let alone two. She suggests a solution with a blush on her face.
"One of us can stand up while the other does a hoofstand to get washed. Then we switch places. I can't easily reach my rear end anyways…"
There is a slight problem. The shower stall in her bathroom doesn't have enough room for one pony to stand without being upright, let alone two. She suggests a solution with a blush on her face.
"One of us can stand up while the other does a hoofstand to get washed. Then we switch places. I can't easily reach my rear end anyways…"
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