>Ponyville seems to be a hotbed of excitement these days. Between the dragons roosting in the mountains, horrid monsters wandering out from the Everfree Forest, ancient ruins discovered deep in the earth, and the ever-presenting of all-out war between the Equestrians and the Gryphons, it seems like everypony looking for fame or fortune is flocking to this town.
>It is an age of knights, adventurers, dark magics, and destined heroes.
>You are none of these things.
>Your name is Pot Luck, and you just want to run your inn and tavern, the Sword and Board.
>In order to keep some hunters from discovering your charge, you've dosed them with some aphrodisiac powder. However, in doing so you managed to expose yourself, and possibly others, to its effects as well. It's made for an uncomfortable night for your loins, a situation worsened by the flirtatious White Wine.
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>The evening draws close to it's end, and most of your friends have retired to their homes or up to their rooms. That is, except for White Wine and Cutie Swirl, who are still sitting with you at the table. Your mugs of mead are almost at their end, and the silence now weighs heavily on you. It might be easier to send everybody home, especially as vulgar thoughts continue to flood through your drug-addled mind.
>"So...this has been a fun night," Cutie comments, trying to make some conversation.
>Goodness, you're not sure if it's the mead or the powder, but your thoughts are really starting to take a life of their own. It's like you can already hear the moaning of sweet esctasy and hot sweat...the pounding of flesh and passions...
>No, wait...that's just Airy upstairs you're overhearing. And judging by the wandering eyes of Cutie and White Wine, they could hear the faint noises too.
>"Oh...oh my..." Cutie mumbles to himself.
"W-well, um...I'm glad you had a fun evening," you speak up in hopes of drowning out the noise. "It's probably a good idea to call it a night. We're all tired and such, and I dunno about the rest of you but I'm definitely going to need to sleep all this drink off. Hopefully, you both can visit again soon."
>Unfortunately, Cutie's attention still seems to drawn upwards to the noise...a strange look of curiosity and wonder of his face. He's leaning back slightly, and you swear you can just see a small glimpse of him. Without even thinking, you find your eyes drawing downards, yourself leaning over to try and afford a better view. You can...just almost see it...
>"What a great night!" White Wine's voice suddenly belts into your ear, her hooves draping across your shoulders as she leans against you. She's grinning brightly, almost devishly...did she see what you were doing just now? "I don't know about you two, but it's just been great seeing you both here. Really it has!"
>She places her other hoof around Cutie, pulling you both in against her chest in a warm embrace, leaving your face only a few inches away from a flustering Cutie Swirl. "It's like new friends and old friends coming together! We should do this every night."
I thought the plan changed to Airy keeping them busy.
Well, we're already here, might as well take advantage. Wrap your arms around both of them and pull Cutie in closer.
Smell his mane again and thump the table.
The plan was to get them together too. Maybe that can still happen...
>The gay stuff still happens, either after Airy leaves or after she gets tired out
>They admit their feelings later on, and come back to the Inn every year to relive that "special night"
>Pot gets to host their wedding
We're playing the long con here
>"As long as everyone keeps cumming back, we will! Say, your Dad's not worried about you staying late, is he?"
Or maybe just stay quiet and let Wine do all the talking
Imagine if Pot Luck doesn't get any tonight. His libido riding high all day. His hefty balls filled with pent up sperm. Being so close to something he desperately wanted to stick his dick into for so long. It'd be downright torturous.
>cutie says he has to go
>He gets up, but stops awkwardly mid action
>pot tries to stand up from the table as well
>their raging poners lift the table through their combined strength
>white wine applauds the magic trick
>You zone out for a few seconds, your eyes getting fixated on Cutie Swirl in front of you. You're close enough that you can catch the scent of his mane...that sweet, cinnamon scent of his. However, it's being mixed with White Wine's own fragrance, which reminds you of fresh grapes and flowers.
"The inn's always going to be open, barring any major disasters, so I'll be here if you two want to keep coming back," you remind the pair.
>"I...I dunno, I'm n-not sure my mother would want me spending every night here drinking," Cutie Swirl remarks, sounding reluctant but tempted by the offer.
>"It doesn't need to be EVERy night," White Wine reassures him. "I mean, I love drinking and seeing the two of you, too, but I got a business to run as well. Those grapes, I tell you...so nice and round and plump...so full of sweet juice they're ready to burst! But they can't find the relief they so desire with my careful, diligent, and tender work..."
>And mental images of White Wine handling 'grapes' now run through your mind like a stampede of hormone-driven mustangs to a mare in heat.
>"I really, really appreciate you bringing Cutie Swirl out here," White Wine continues. "I've just...missed him soooo much." She leans in and starts nuzzling the pegasus, which makes him almost freeze on the spot, save for his face turning completely red. "Didn't you miss me too?"
>"Y-yes...I guess I did," Cutie stammers. "I...I just always thought you were my sister's friend..."
>"But you were my friend, too. We should do something to celebrate this occasion, don't think Pot?" Wine asks as she turns her attention to you. "Maybe getting Cutie something sweet and moist to enjoy?"
Input action, if your brain can muster it...
you guys already used up your lewd card
Have charas instead:
>Airy has actually steel feathers
>Berry has a form
>Spectral's cutie mark
>Juicy and moist...just like those lips...
>Snap out of it Pot!
>You want to lambast yourself for letting your thoughts keep getting dragged in different directions, though no doubt this is the kind of torment that White Wine is aiming to put you through.
"I...my grapes..I mean, fruit! We could get some fruit...maybe a cake too!" you stammer out, trying desperately to get your thoughts back on track.
>"Oh, those are lovely ideas!" White Wine says, clapping her hooves together. "Do you have any cake available, Pot?"
"I-I think so...in the kitchen," you answer, though realizing you really don't want to try and get up from the table right now. You might knock it over.
>"I'll go get it; you boys can wait right here," Wine says as she gets up. She canters towards the kitchen, making slowl, deliberate sways of her hips and tail with each step...watching closely you could catch brief glimpses of her prize.
>"Oh...oh my..." Cutie murmurs under his breath. You glance and notices he's biting his lip ever so subtly.
Maybe go see her tomorrow about getting a mascot. Or putting up some posters around town.
>You do know she's doing all this on purpose, right?
Now might be a good time to mention the spiked drinks, if at all. Guy still thinks its just him.
>You wish you could think of something to say, but with your mind swimming in inneuendos and explicit thoughts, you're reluctant to open your mouth unless you want another slip to come tumbling out of it. But still, the silence is getting awkward, and you're starting to hear the faint noises from upstairs so unless you want more thoughts worming their way in, a distraction is in order.
"Ah-heh...s-so, that White Wine...quite the character, eh?" you comment aloud, chuckling nervous afterwards.
>Cutie seems to be snapped from his own train of thoughts when he hears your voice, almost looking a bit startled.
>"Oh! Umm...yes, she is...very um...lively," Cutie answers. "A very nice, um...figure, I mean...personality."
"It's okay, y-you don't have to bit ashamed to admit you were staring too," you try to reassure the pegasus with your own admission.
>"I...I wasn't staring at her," Cutie replies, seemingly without thinking as he suddenly clasps his hooves over his mouth. "Oh god did I say that aloud?" he yelps. "I can't believe I just said that!" He quickly covers his face with his hooves. "Oh god I said that...it was the drink, I swear!"
>Pretty sure she was looking for that reaction.
>You see those hips sway?
Is there any of that Aphrodisiac left?
Because Wine might try to spike the cake with more...
We should make sure to go on the offensive toward her when she gets back.
Keep her from dictating the pace of things.
But subtly hint toward a threesome.
Read it again, put emphasis on the first 'her'. The implication is that he was staring at us.
Laugh good naturdly and smile at him. It's good to know we weren't the only one.
>You can't help but fluster a little bit at the pony's remark, as well as his subsequent embarrassment over it. It's rather endearing, and you can't help but notice the pegasus has his hooves apart just enough so that he can peak and view your reaction.
"I don't mind," you admit, smiling to reassure him, "I'm told my flanks are my best feature, really."
>A part of you tries to remember if all the aphrodisiac powder was used up. Your sneeze had wound up spreading most of it across the countertop, which you cleaned up afterwards, but you can't recall how much was left afterwards. To be fair, you never told White Wine when your exposure was or if you had any left, so she probably isn't looking for it or planning on making use of it.
>You hope...she's being devious and teasing but the powder would be a bit extreme.
>"Y-you don't mind?" Cutie remarks, snapping your attention back to him. He's slowly lowering his hooves again. "I mean...I know not everypony is like that...and...I am a stallion, even if I don't really look the part..."
"It's fine, really. I don't mind," you insist.
>"C...could I see more?" he asks nervously.
"Well...that's a bit of a surprise to hear from you," you remark with a bit of a cheeky grin. "I mean, something so bold to come from a pony that was so quiet and shy just earlier today."
>"I know!" Cutie squealed, hiding his face again behind his hooves. "I don't what's with me today! I mean I just feel so much less...scared. It's like that little voice that's always telling me to be quiet or afraid just shut up all of a sudden."
>You wonder if exposure to the powder, or the liquor, or maybe you that brought this about...maybe it was a bit of all three. He didn't seem upset by it, if anything he sounds more relieved that anything. You decide not to let his newfound courage go unrewarded.
"So you want to see more, huh?" you ask as you get onto your hooves. "Do you mean a little something like this?" You start swaying your hips side to side, putting on a little dance show for the pegasus, not caring at all that Little Pot was being swung about now in a shameless display.
>"Oh...oh wow," he gasps, watching you eagerly...almost relishing and drinking in every moment of it. It doesn't take long for you to notice which particular part of you he's watching...nibbling on his lips over...
>You feel a bit embolden by the pegasus' attention. He's watching your every motion with a growing yearning in his eyes. He squirms a bit uncomfortably in his seat, and you can imagine the reason why.
>You climb up onto the table, figuring that it can handle the weight of one pony (and especially one not quite as heavy as Rough Diamond) and you continue sway and gyrate your hips in Cutie's direction, making sure he gets a nice eye-ful with each swing.
>After a little while, you figure it's ample time that Cutie Swirl helps to contribute to the fun. You reach down with your hooves and grab hold of his.
"Come on Cutie, it's getting lonesome up here on my own," you encourage as you gently pull on him.
>"W-what? B-but I can't dance," he stammers, though he's slowly rising to his hooves nonetheless.
"So what. Just have fun," you tell him, pulling with more encouragement.
>He flies up, keeping his hooves around yours, and then lands on the table. He looks a bit nervous, but he starts trying to sway and dance like you are. He's a bit stiff and awkward in his motions, but his nervousness slowly begins to melt as it continues.
>"Oooo, very nice," you hear White Wine comment.
>You both glance over and seeing the unicorn standing near the kitchen door, eating, of all things, a banana...very very slowly...
I'm with the anon suggesting the table dance. Though keep our moves easy, as we know these tables can't handle a whole lot. Just some swaying gyrations for our rapt audience. And White, when she emerges from the kitchen. This evening can only end well, provided we don't break our ass falling off a table.
Give Cutie a pet and a hug, then mention that the table definitly won't hold three, and you'll continue the dance once safely back on the floor.
Then sweep up him and White into the show once back on the floor.
"Well now you're not even trying to be subtle," you remark with a playful smirk.
>She shrugs, seemingly uncaring about subtlety. "Or maybe I just wanted a banana. I mean, I did think about maybe demonstrating how much banana I can eat in one bite, but that might've been pushing it a bit," she explains with a little chuckle.
>You watch as she trots on other, still nibbling on her banana, and takes a seat at the table, watching you both with an eager grin.
>"Now...feel free to continue," she says.
>You shrug your shoulders and figure you may as well carry on, putting on your little dance-duet with Cutie. You set your hooves on the pegasus shoulders, helping to encourage him on. You swing in behind him, getting in close enough that you can catch that sweet scent of his mane again...his tail inadvertantly brushing against your stiffened pride.
>Slowly, Cutie gets more into the dancing...swaying his hips in tune with your own, and backing in closer to you. You feel one of his hooves brushing down your thigh.
>"Mmmm...this is just too rich," White Wine comments, watching in excitement. "I usually have to pay good money to get a show this good."
I still fear that three on the table spells trouble. Grandly walk down a nearby chair to the floor as if it's a spiral staircase, leading Cutie down also, and surround her with stallionny goodness between the two of you.
"Oh, it ain't free dear...if you want a show, you've got to participate too," you explain with a cheeky grin. "Now get up here and dance too!"
>She glances to the table, wondering much like you are if the table can take that much weight. However, it took a lot of ponies including Rough Diamond to break the last one, and White and Cutie are certainly far below average in terms of weight. Eventually, though, White climbs up onto the table, swaying her hips in that tantalizing fashion that she's done so many times tonight.
>But White Wine slowly works her way behind you, wrapping her hooves around you and pressing herself up against your back to dance in motion with your hips.
>"Mm...I'll be more than happy to pay you back however you wish," she whispers into your ear. "But there's one little thing I'd like you do for me in exchange."
"Oh? And that is?"
>"Show my dear friend Cutie the time of his life," she answers. "It would mean so much to me if you could..."
>It'd be a lie to say if you weren't already tempted by the diminuitive little pegasus known as Cutie Swirl, and your ideal ending to tonight would involve all three of you entwined in a lovely, sweaty mess of hooves and passions.
"Oh, I think I can manage that," you reply with a quiet nod.
>"Good, he's been such a good friend," White Wine replies, "he really deserves a little fun."
>You begin to think that perhaps White Wine wasn't teasing you for her own benefit, but her friend's. You glance back to Cutie Swirl...he's still dancing, blissful unaware of what was going just moments ago. He's really getting into the grove of dancing, which is all the more surprising considering how timid he was when you first met. You hope he's able to carry this confidence with him when the morning comes around.
>You figure even with all the extra confidence, Cutie is still enough on the shy side to be reluctant to move things forward. Luckily, you've enough motivation and strange powders messing with your head to take care of things yourself. You reach out and grasp his flanks with your hooves, giving him a nice and tender squeeze that causes the pegasus to let out a startled 'meep'
>Before he says anything though, you trace your hooves around his thighs to the front, wrapping them around his waist and pulling the little pegasus in close. He goes tense but he doesn't struggle...he's a bit nervous, you can tell. No doubt the intense heat of your pride pressing up against his back is catching his attention.
"So Cutie...you want to try a different kind of dancing?" you whisper into his ear.
>He swallows hard and then nods nervously. "Wh-what did you have in mind?" he whispers, equal parts anxious and excited.
"In a moment, let's go someplace better for this," you whisper.
>You hope off the table and gesture for him to follow, which he does eaglery, like a hopeful little pup. You lead him up to the large guest room, which luckily remained vacant. A nice, proper bed sure beats cold hay or a hard tabletop.
>You can sense that Cutie Swirl is still a bit nervous, as you draw closer to the bed his steps get a bit more rigid and tense. You give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, and take him by the hoof to guide him over to the bed, letting him sit on the edge to get comfortable.
>Glancing over your shoulder, you see White Wine standing in the doorway but not making any moves to step inside.
>"I'll join you in a little bit," she says with a smile, "I don't want to take away from his time."
>"Y-you can stay...I mean, if you want," Cutie Swirl says, blushing brightly. "I-I'd like you to stay."
>"Ooohhh, you're just too cute to say no to," White Wine remarks. "Okay, okay, I'll stay and play too." She giggles a bit and bounces across the room, hopping onto the bed so that Cutie is between the two of you. "Just don't be shy to tell Pot Luck what you want," she adds, caressing her hoof against the pegasus' wing.
>"I...I'd like a kiss," he murmurs timidly, tapping his hoove tips together.
>You say nothing, letting your actions speak for you as you lean in and plant a soft kiss upon the pegasus' lips. You feel his anxieties begin to melt away as he warms to your touch.
>You lean more into the kiss, gently easing the pegasus into the unicorn behind him. For her part, White Wine keeps her hooves around her friend, gently nuzzling into his mane and tracing slow across his fur and wings with her hooves.
>Your hips shift forward, your rigid pride brush against his, prompting a faint shiver and muffled groan from the little pegasus. His body twitches, his hoof gently trace down your chest towards your waistline...a curious but cautious path being taken.
>"You two are just too cute together," White comments, chucking as she nips at Cutie's ear. It flinches and twitches to try and stay out of her reach, but the playful hunter eventually snags her prey...giggling while she tugs at it.
>The young pegasus is melting into your embrace, his mouth opening up to accept your growing passion.
>You eventually ease off from the kiss, giving the pegasus a chance to catch his breath and collect his senses. He gazes at you, eyes awe-struck and yet eager for more. You suspect that this had been the pegasus' first kiss in his life. You give him a reassuring smile, brushing his cheek with the back of your hoof.
>Not wanting to rush things, especially with a pony so young and inexperienced, you start by planting kisses down the length of his neck. He lets out a pleasure gasp, his head twisting to the side to give you easier access as you work your way down to his shoulders. You pause every so often to give a teasing nip at his fur, tugging at his skin and making the little pegasus shiver and coo.
>"Ah...o-oh Pot..." he gasps breathlessly.
>You nuzzle into the fur of his chest, feeling his heartbeat racing against your lips. He's excited...anxious...you can feel the desire building inside him.
"You sure you don't want to join in a bit more on this fun, Wine?" you ask, glancing up to the unicorn.
>She giggles and shakes her head. Her hooves wrap around Cutie's waistline, hugging him close like a big teddy bear. "Aww, and ruin your fun? I wouldn't dream of it. Besides...look at that lil' face of his," she says, gesturing to Cutie gentle moaning. "You want more of Pot Luck, don't you Cutie?"
>"MM-hm..." he shyly nods.
>"And I bet I know where Cutie really wants you," she adds, letting a hoof trail down to the pegasus' twitching stallionhood. He shivers gasps at her touch, clearly beyond just being a bit sensitive.
>You smirk to White Wine, chuckling yourself as you push her hoof aside and slowly take the pegasus in your grasp. He lets out a shivered moan as your grip tightens around him. He starts writhing at your touch, but thankfully White Wine keeps a firm hold on him, keeping the pegasus steady for you.
"That feels real good, doesn't it Cutie?" you tease, keeping the pace nice and slow.
>"Y-yes..." he whimpers. "P-please don't stop."
>You're tempted to try and give the pegasus a long and tortuous ride that would leave him with a mind-blowing experience, but you realize that his inexperience would probably foil any attempt. Even as you gently stroke him with your hoof, you can feel him trembling and twitching...almost ready to burst at the seams already.
>Still, you want to give him a first-time experience that he won't forget. You glance up to him, smiling wryly as you give him some strong, deliberate strokes. He winces...moaning as he tries to soak in the barrage of wondrous new feelings.
"Hold onto your hoofsies, kiddo," you warn him with a playful wink.
>You start small with a tiny, fleeting lick, running the tip of your tongue just along the rim of his flared tip. You notice he's already starting to ooze, so you eagerly lap it up by running your tongue forcefully against the tip.
>"A-aaah! Oh goddess..." Cutie swirls gasps, shivering in the unicorn's embrace. "M-more...please..."
>You don't want to leave the pegasus begging too long, so you take his tip into your mouth, feeling his warmth against your tongue and cheeks. He's young...hot and flavorful...burning with raw lust. You slowly ease more of him into your mouth, letting your tongue carress against his length.
>"P-Pot! It...it's too much..." he moans whilst wriggling uncontrollably. "I-I can't...AAAHH!"
>You barely have time to react to his warning, as the pegasus shudders and gasps in a fervant pitch. You try to brace yourself but your caught off-guard as a hot rush of the young stallion's seed floods into your mouth. It forces you to pull away just to avoid choking, though only to catch another blast of seed into your face.
>That was...fast. Caught you a bit by surprise, really.
>"O-oh my goodness...I-I'm so sorry," Cutie stammers. "I...I didn't mean to..."
>Though Cutie Swirl looks on horrified as though he had committed some terrible sin, White Wine just looks at your messy face and giggles.
>"Well, looks like Cutie Swirl has given some of his glazed frosting," she jests.
>"I'm really sorry...I tried to keep it in," the pegasus continues to apologize.
"Don't worry about," you reassure him with a warm smile. "A little mess is always bound to happen."
>You then lean up and give him another kiss, letting the pegasus get a little taste of himself that lingered on your tongue. It seems to calm his worries, as the pegasus falls to his normal quieted self afterwards, smiling shyly and blushing at you.
>"Ooo, let me try some," White Wine says as she shifts over to your side. She starts licking at some of the mess off your cheeks, then gives you a kiss to try and steal what might remain there. "Now Mr Luck, I think it's only fair if you get a little treat too...to compensate for the little mess."
>She traces her hoof in small circles against your chest, gazing lustfully into your eyes.
>"What do you think would be fair compensation?" she asks.
>As tempting as compensation is, the length of which you've had to endure White Wine's flirtations and teasings leave you wanting to return the favour and torment in kind. You might not be able to deliver the same kind of torment, but hopefully it'll leave the unicorn just as ragged.
"That's not how I do business, Wine; job's not done till every patron is happy," you explain you playfully shove her head down just a bit.
>White Wine is a little surprised and confused at first, but soon realizes what your up to as you give a painfully long and slow lick up the unicorn's horn.
>"Oooo~ Oh Pot," she cooes lustfully. "Mmm, you do know a way to a mare's heart."
>You give it long and loving licks, getting her entire length nice and wet with tongue and lips working in tandem. Her horn's not quite as long as Azura's, which makes it a bit easier for you to handle as you curl your lips around the tip to give it a little suckle.
>"Ummm, Mr Pot Luck, sir..." Cutie speaks up, sounding timid again. "May I...uhm..." he starts gazing longingly at your cock, licking his lips eagerly.
>You don't say anything but you give with a pegasus an affirmative nod, whilst you keep your own attention focused on the unicorn that's now squirming in delight within your embrace.
>As for Cutie, he looks over-the-moon excited when you give him permission. He nudges in closer, snuffing cautiously at your pride and gazing at it with loving awe. He then, like a curious pup, takes a quick lick at it - it gives you a nice little tingle. Once he feels its safe, the pegasus buries his practically buries his muzzle into your nethers, engulfing the tantalizing prize to the best of his ability. Eager young stallion, you'll give him that.
>You shiver and moan, losing your focus briefly as the pegasus suckles on your cock like a thirsty pony.
"Ahh~ Y-you've got talent, Cutie," you compliment him, groaning softly as you struggle to keep the growing pleasure contained.
>You then reoccupy yourself with the mare's lovely horn, doing much the same to her as Cutie is doing to you. Unlike other unicorn's you've been with, White Wine seems more able to contain herself, moaning warmly to your touch.
>"Oohh goddess that feels wonderful," she says between shivers. "I wonder who'll last longer...me or you..."
Well, you can't let her win. Input action.
>So a challenge, huh? Well you aren't about to let some young colt who's never handled a cock before beat you and your horn polishing skills. Of course, that doesn't quite take into account how...anxious you were before the festivities even began.
>Hell, a stiff breeze would've threatened to pop you early.
>Nonetheless, you aren't going to let White Wine and Cutie Swirl get the better of you. You are Pot Luck the Unsmashable, after all, and it'll be a cold day in Tartarus before you leave a job unfinished.
>Motivated to new heights, you reach over and pull the unicorn in close, flipping her onto her back so that you reach down her frame.
>"H-hey, that's not fair!" she yelps in protest, but does little to resist as your hooves descend upon her long-neglected loins. She begins to writh and moan as you stroking her entrance, discovering that this unicorn was almost drenched between her thighs. Not doubt she's been keeping that bottled in for quite some time.
>You'd tease her about it, but you'd rather keep suckling on her horn, assaulting the mare from two angles and leaving her unable to say much else but elated groans and cries of joy.
>You can feel yourself beginning to reach your limit, much like the unicorn squirming in your embrace. You can't moan very loudly because of your horn polishing...no doubt leaving Cutie unaware of what's about to happen. But if you stop to warn him, you might pop before White Wine.
Warn him and perhaps lose, or keep silent to win?
>You figure that you can make up for any potential misgivings after you've emerged victorious over White Wine. Her moans and cries of delight grow more intense by the second, as does the burning passion in your loins. You can feel the pressure welling up, yearning to break free.
>"Ahh~ Oh Pot...please don't stop...I'm gonna to cum! I'm so close!" Wine cheers you on, her hips pulsing and bucking against your hoof to milk out every bit of pleasure she can. "OHhhh POT!" she cries out as the orgasms overwhelms her.
>Like the last unicorn, you feel a hot burst of tingling goo flush into your mouth, but this time you're better prepared for it, accepting her loving gift with a happy murr.
>Of course, you don't have much time to relish in your victory. Your body is tensing in its own struggle and you can't keep it contained any longer. Your loins spasm and quake, loosing forth a hot stream of seed into the pegasus' mouth. The poor pony is overwhelmed by the intensity of the onslaught, pulling away with a ragged gasp that sprays cum across everyone in the room.
>At least now the pegasus is as messy as he had left you.
>All three of you are panting softly, basking in the warmth of the orgasms.
>"Oh wow..." Cutie murmurs, lapping away at the mess across his laps.
>"That's my adorable little Cutie Swirl," White Wine cooes as she wraps her hooves around the pegasus and gives him an affectionate squeeze. She then leans in to quickly lick some of the mess of his cheek. "Mmmm...so hard to decide which of you tastes better."
>You figure you could weigh in on that opinion as well. You slide in alongside the pegasus and start licking away at his messy cheeks. within a few minutes, the two of you have licked the pegasus clean.
"So how do you feel about going for another round?" you ask, as you rest on the bed for a brief spell.
>"Well if you ask me," White Wine begins as she reaches down and grabs Cutie's hind legs, "but I think this little pegasus could nice, hot cock up his ass." She then pulls up Cutie's legs to his chest, presenting the pony's hindquarter to you. "Don't you think Cutie? You want to feel his big, throbbing meat inside you?"
>The pegasus glances up to you and then to White Wine, an intense blush across his face, and nods shyly. "Mm-hm," he mumbles.
>"Come on, Cutie...you just gotta say it out loud," Wine teases with a giggle.
>"I....I want him to...to buck me..." he mumbles, promptly hiding his face behind his hooves.
>How could you resist such a cute face telling to buck him proper? He was your guest after all, and you were going to make sure he left the inn feeling completely and utterly satisified, and if all goes according to plan, walking funny too. You can see a hint of nervousness in the pegasus, no doubt worried if such a tiny pony like him could accommodate one as large as you.
"Okay White, but you have to promise to clean up the mess," you reply with a wry grin.
>"Well if you don't want to, sure," Wine replies.
>Though he's nervous, you can tell that Cutie is eager for this, as his grow pride betrays his arousal. You want to go easy on him, of course, so you start off by prepping the little pony with your tongue. He wiggles and squirms at the touch of your tongue. Once he's nice and wet, you line yourself up, bracing your tip against his entrance.
"Okay Cutie, just try to relax...it'll sting at first, but it hurts more if you try to resist," you explain to him.
>He gives you a wary nod back, watching you with baited breath.
>You slowly begin to push in; he's trying to relax but you can feel the pegasus flinching from the painful pleasure. With a squishy 'pop', you manage to get the first inches into him.
>"A-aahh! Oh goddess..." Cutie gasps, trembling in response.
"How you holding up, champ?" you ask, not wanting to go further before he's ready.
>"I-I'm...I'm good..." he murmurs back. "It...it hurts...but it...it feels good, too."
How do you want to continue?
>lion with bad leg
>his wife with opposite colors to her name(?)
>You take it nice and slow for the novice pegasus. Go too fast and he'll just clench up tighter than a dragon's claw around a treasure chest, and then nobody would get any fun. You settle your hooves around his thighs, giving him gentle and encouraging strokes to help keep him relaxed.
>You let out a quiet groan as you slowly advance deeper into the stallion, his body quivering and occassionally tightened against you.
>"S-so much..." Cutie moans, his wings flaring across the bedsheets.
>"Doesn't he just make the cutest little noises?" White Wine giggles. She reaches down and starts giving the pegasus' cock some gentle strokes.
"Bucking adorable, really," you chuckle in response.
>You push in deeper, groaning louder, until finally you've hilted into the pony completely.
"Okay Cutie...you ready for the fun to start?"
>He's wincing a bit, but nods in response.
>You wrap your hooves around one leg, resting it against your shoulder as you adjust for a good posture. You start with a nice and gentle rhythm, gently rocking the pony back and forth to a melody of moans and happy cries.
>"S-sooo good," he gasps, biting down on his lip.
>You can't really ignore that adorable face forever, so you release your grasp on his leg and shift your hooves around his waist. Your grip tightens around those soft, delicate flanks of his as you start thrust with more vigor, forcing out more cries of delight from Cutie.
>But the moans are short-lived as you ensnare his lips in another passionate kiss, your tongue easily gaining access as he melts in your embrace. His hooves soon curl around your shoulders, hugging you close as your hips work faster and faster.
>"Mmm...more..." he murmurs through gaps in the kiss. "Harder..."
>You do your best to deliver, soon pounding away at the diminuitive pegasus' plothole, the rhythmic slapping of stallion on stallion beginning to echo into the halls...not that anypony seems to care.
>By the goddess is this pegasus tight. The heat and grip around your length is difficult to hold against. You can already feel yourself getting close to your peak.
Change it up or continuing pounding away?
>You figure to give a little bit extra to drive home the prize. Pulling on his hips, you start to sit up and shift his weight onto you. He's a little surprised at first, though he can't say much in protest as opening his mouth just lets out more elated cries. You gradually pulling the pegasus onto your lap letting his weight impale him further upon your pride.
>"O-oh goddess...oh Pot..." he groans as his hooves grip at the bedsheets. "S-so close...don't stop!"
>Not that you're planning to, but it's nice to hear the pegasus begging for more. It gives you more energy to keep at it, now thrusting your hips upwards a bit to bounce that pegasus about.
"Come on Cutie, I wanna hear you sing," you entice him on.
>You settle you grasp around his flanks and start driving into the pony as fast as you can muster, shaking the bedframe with each thrust.
>"Oooohhh goddessssss!" the pegasus shrieks, hitting his peak with a spray of thick cum through the air. The thrusting only makes it go in all directions, though most of its winds up spraying across the pegasus himself, even going so far as to hit himself in the face with it.
>You let out your own groan and whinny, hilting deep into the pegasus as you unleash your own burst, filling up the pegasus with hot seed.
>With a tired sigh, you pull out, taking a moment to admire the mess you've left the pegasus in...a pegasus who's panting but smiling warmly in his own mess.
>You can't help but chuckle a little bit, admiring the tired, mumbling mess that you've now left on the bed. The pegasus isn't very responsive either, as you gentle nudge him with your hoof to try and get his attention. There's just some quiet murmurs, but not much else.
>Seems like you've bucked his brains out.
"Well, Wine, I think we ought to get this little pony cleaned up. Can't send him home looking like this," you remark.
>"Can you imagine the look on ponies' faces if he did, though?" White Wine giggles. The mare starts her cleaning duty, starting at the bottom with greedy licks to find every droplet of cum splattered across the pony.
>Meanwhile, you start from the top and work your way down, giving the pegasus a little kiss before you beginning lapping away at the messy pony. He twitches and murmurs, but seems to be too tired from his orgasms to really do much else.
>Eventually, you get the pony tidied up.
>"Oh he's so cute when he's all tuckered out," Wine giggles, nestling up alongside you. "How about we just let him sleep this off, and I can keep you warm in your bed? Poor Cutie might have a panic attack if he wakes up with us alongside him, at least until his memory catches up to him."
While you're free to stay as long as you like, from what I've heard of his mother's attachment to him I don't think it'd turn out well for him to vanish for the entire night. She might well 'encourage' him to not come back and I'd love to see him back sometime.
"His mom might be a little freaked out that he stayed out all night, but we can't send him home like this, either. Sure, we'll let him sleep. C'mon downstairs to my room and we'll catch some rest."
>You weigh the options in your head. His mother might not appreciate him gone all night long, but at the same time he is a grown stallion (technically speaking) so it's his choice how he spends his time. In the end, you figure it'll probably be easier to let him sleep for the night and explain his absence in the morning, than try to explain why a semi-conscious pony reeking of sex is being brought home in the middle of the night.
"Yeah, let the little guy sleep. He's had a long evening," you chuckle.
>You hop off the bed and gesture for White Wine to follow along as the pair of you head downstairs to retire to your own bedroom. A plain straw bed isn't quite as comfortable as the one upstairs, but with the company you have, it's more than adequant.
>With a tired sigh, you rest your weary head while the other pony slips into your embrace and snuggles close to you.
>"Mmm...good-night Pot," she says with a contented sigh.
>It's not long before you fall into a blissful slumber.
>The next morning resulted in a rather awkward silence around one of the tables in the main hall, where you serve up some porridge to your many guests.
>"You really need to soundproof these walls," Azura remarks, between mouthful.
>You ignore her remarks, though, as you're busy doing tallys of last night's expenses and revenues.
Total expenses: 999.3 bits
Total revenue: 728.4
Current Bits: 603.1
>Considering you bought new furniture and plenty of supplies, you figure it's okay to run in the red for one day. You'll be able to make up those losses during the rest of the week, you figure.
>Your attention gets drawn away for a moment as you notice Airy coming down the stairs, a slightly unbalanced sway in her step and a tired look on her face.
>"Hey Azura, think you could conjure me up some ice?" the gryphon asks as she holds out an empty bag.
>The unicorn complies, and uses her magic to summon up a bunch of small chunks of ice that fall into the bag. Once it's full, the gryphon groans and nestles the bag between her hindlegs before sitting down.
>"So how did the rest of the night go for the rest of you?" Airy remarks.
"Um...messy," you answer.
>You hear the chair next to you shift, with White Wine taking a seat alongside you. "Morning Pot," she greets you, leaning over and giving you a little kiss on the cheek. "I just checked in on Cutie, he's still sound asleep. When he wakes up, I'm going to take him home, is that okay?"
"Yeah, that might be a good idea. I'm sure his mother might respond better to a familiar face."
>"What's on the agenda for today?" Airy asks, taking a piece of dried meat out of her vest pocket and gnawing on it. "Not that I can do much being the guard still."
"Just...making more money, as usual," you answer with an uncertain shrug.
>"If you need more money, you can always hit up some of the locals for some extra work on the side," Azura suggests. "Lots of ponies have odd jobs lying around if you're up for some grunt work."
What is on the agenda for today? Don't forget you can always ask your friends for suggestions.
Even though we had a big night, we could use a bit of a cash infusion. But can we spare the time away from the inn?
I like the idea of an odd job mission, maybe one of your friends has an idea? Ask them!
And I'm also curious about what happened to the mercs.
We could look around town for a job, but we gotta be back in time for the lunch rush. So best not to ask any who needs a lot of work done. Maybe check in on Prism? Or see Sugar about advertising? Diamond did mention anyone's welcome at the mines. Maybe we could return his rock too.
>Snow Blade and that other guy will never admit their true feelings to each other
>Spending their days wondering what would have been if that griffon wasn't around to distract them
They could have had so much more
"So...Airy, about those two mercenaries from last night? What happened?"
>"Before or after they practically destroyed my vajayjay" Airy replies.
>You really don't want to hear the details, not that you think it's disturbing or troubling, but you've had your fill of that stuff last night. You wonder maybe it's a withdrawal effect of the powder, or maybe it's just too early in the morning.
>"Still sound asleep last I checked. I might've moved them a bit so they're spooning," Airy explains with a quiet snicker. "I mean, it's kinda cute but I reckon they'll get a little confused in the morning. I doubt they'll have the energy to start much trouble for a little while."
>Well at least that meant you didn't endure that powder for nothing, not that what happened last night was 'nothing,' but the point was to protect Zuri, not get your dick wet.
>After considering Azura's suggestion, you figure she's as good a pony to ask as any.
"So what sorta stuff do you think would be good for somepony who just needs to kill the early part of the day?" you ask.
>"Well I've got a job lined up to help with the Longhorn's delivery run. If you want to join in on that, I'm sure they could use the extra set of hooves. Apparently they've got a big delivery this week," Azura suggests."
>A milk delivery, huh? That didn't sound terribly difficult, especially if Azura was offering to bring you along.
"Does it pay okay?" you ask, not wanting to sound greedy but your time is precious to you.
>"I think he said it was, like, 25-bits for the work. It's not exactly adventurer contract money, but it's pretty good pay for one morning of work," Azura explains. "Plus, I think he said he'd toss in a free bottle of milk, for what it's worth."
>"Oh! Can I come?" you hear Whispy's voice suddenly spring up, followed a moment later by the filly herself as she jumps onto your back. "I wanna help deliver milk!"
"I dunno, Whispy - somepony needs to watch over the inn," you remind the filly.
>"But I thought that's what a guard was for," she answers, gesturing over to Airy. "Come on, pleeeeeeeasseeeeeee! Oh please oh please oh please!"
>Try as you might, it's near impossible to say no to that adorable little filly, and if you did, you'd probably never hear the end of it. Besides, it could present a good opportunity for you to do some bonding with her.
"Okay, okay. You can come along, but you have to be careful and listen to what Azura and I tell you," you explain to her.
>"Yay! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Whispy squeals as she hugs you tightly. The filly is still giggling when she hops off and scampers off to get some of her things together for the 'adventure.'
>You give instructions to Ember and Airy for watching over the inn, with the hopes that you'll be back in time to start cooking lunch, but if not then Ember should do only what she's comfortable preparing.
>As for yourself, you promptly pack a few things, namely food and some water, for the job. Just to be on the safe side, and given how Ponyville can be, you decide to take your shield with you as well. You can never go wrong bringing that along.
>Once everything is prepared, you, Azura, and Whispy head off to the Longhorn ranch to see about this job.
>When you arrive, you are surprised to see just what this delivery entails. You were suspecting maybe a few simple wagons loaded with large jugs and maybe packs of cheese and butter, instead what you find appear to be three massive covered and armoured wagons, covered entirely with thick bands of reinforced steel and wood panels. A half-dozen ponies are harnessed to the front just to pull each wagon, and you spy something that looks like something kind of...cannon fitted to the top of each wagon.
>You can't help but stare blankly at what reminds you more of a convoy transporting gold bars rather than just canisters of milk and butter, but life in Ponyville always seems to find new ways to raise your eyebrows.
>"Soooo coool!" Whispy gasps, admiring the view from atop of your back. "Can we get a wagon like that?"
"I'm pretty sure those cost more than the inn is worth...and what would we need one of those for?" you reply.
>"To...be awesome?" the filly says with an uncertain shrug.
>You sigh and just shake your head before turning to Azura, whose unsurprised expression leads you to believe that this isn't a new discovery for her.
"I take it milk deliveries are always like this?" you ask.
>"It's usually just the one wagon," she comments. "Guess it really is a big delivery today."
>"Not just any delivery," a familiar voice rings out. Seconds later you hear the noise of heavy, approaching hoofsteps. It's Tex, and in each hand he's carrying a canister of milk (or presume to be milk) that probably weighs more than you. "This is the motherload of deliveries! Manehattan's in the grips of a milk shortage! Turns out the boat carrying their supply is sitting at the bottom of the ocean right now, so everypony is scrambling to buy milk from wherever they can!"
"We're riding all the way to Manehattan?" you repeat.
>"Oh good heaven's, no. Just to the local port town," Tex explains. "They've got some ships fitted with Chillco boxes to keep the milk fresh while it takes it the rest of the way to Manehattan. Still, that means we're going straight through the Whitetail Woods, which is prime cat burglar territory. We'll need to bring out A-game if we're to protect the cargo!"
"I hope it's not a problem that I brought my niece along so she can get a taste of adventure? I'll keep her out of your way and safe."
(Am I the only one who considers Tex someone to get to know better? Ya know, like Diamond, or Cutie. Minotaur, unf!)
Add that to our list of accolades
Pot Luck the Unsmashable
>Advocate for changeling rights
>Hero of the milk raid in Whitetail woods, fought off 50 cat burglars with nothing but a shield and spray bottle.
>A part of you is beginning to regret bringing Whispy along for this seemingly unusual and dangerous trip. Still, you don't want to disappoint her by sending her home already.
"How dangerous is this anyways? I've brought Whispy with me and she's kinda...you know, a kid," you comment.
>"Well it'll be best if she stays in the wagon, maybe just keeping an eye on the milk itself. As far as dangerous, though, I'd say it can get a bit bumpy if we have to hurry our pace. The trail through Whitetail isn't exactly a paved road," Tex explains.
>You follow the minotaur as he heads over to one of the wagons and sets his canisters inside along with a number of others.
"What kind of job do we need us to do?"
>"We've got enough drivers for the moment, but what we can always use is another pony riding up top to help keep the cat burglars at bay," Tex explains, gesturing up to the roof of the wagon.
"This...isn'g going to get really violent, is it?" you ask with growing concern.
>Before the minotaur could say anything, your ears catch the familiar sound of a chiming bell, which signals the impending arrival of the other Longhorn.
>"Violence?" August remarks as she strolls over to you, "Oh dear me, no. We don't want to hurt the poor little cat burglars...we just don't want them to steal all of our milk. It wouldn't be very nice to hurt them."
>"Hence all this fancy stuff," Tex adds. "I mean, if we didn't care about injuries, I'd just have a bunch of ponies with spears...but August would never stand for that."
>"No I wouldn't," the bovine replies, shaking her head in slow and deliberate fashion, making her bell chime along with her words.
>"So which do you think you'd prefer to use? We've got the water blasters, the crimson laser wand, the yarn flail..."
>Considering you don't want to spend too much time up close to a cat burglar, and your past experiences with wands, you figure the water blaster sounds like the ideal solution...even though you're not really sure the point of a water blaster.
"I guess the water thingie," you answer, still a bit uncertain.
>"Right then, come with this way," Tex says while gesturing for you to follow.
>The minotaur leads you around to the opposite side of one of the wagons, where strange contraptions were sitting on benches. Tex picks up one of them, which looks like a large steel barrel, and helps straps onto your back. He then connects a short hose to a smaller nozzle that gets fitted onto your hoof.
>"So this here is the Pony-portable Irritant Spray System," Tex explains as he points out to the various parts of the device now weighing you down. "You got your water resevoir here, and you just aim the nozzle here at whatever it is you want to soak. It's got a few different settings like mist, narrow jet, wide jet, and deep tissue massage. Don't ask why that last one is there. Just curl your hoof here to activate, but you gotta pump on this handle here to build up enough pressure, otherwise the water will just dribble out."
>"I'm sure Pot can handle a little pumping," Azura chuckles.
>"Now which wagon would you two like - lead, middle, or rear?" Tex asks.
I remember reading that back in WW2 that when an armored column was ambushed the first and last vehicle were the first hit so the ones in between had nowhere to go. I feel we should take middle.
>You glance over to Azura.
"Which did you take?" you ask.
>"The wand, obviously," she replies, flourish the jewel-tipped rod she now holds in her hoof. "Check this out," she taps on the wand and aims it at the side of the wagon. Not much happens until you notice that there's a large bright red dot on the side of the wagon, apparently where Azura aims her wand. "This thing drives those silly cats crazy," she giggles.
"I meant which wagon."
>"Ohhhh...well, it's two ponies to the wagon so I could ride with you or we could take take separate ones," Azura suggests.
"Well, I think I'll take the middle one," you answer to Tex's previous question.
>The middle seems like the safest place to be - not the first one struck or the one dealing with all the stragglers at the rear. Still, you're not sure how dangerous these cat burglars are. They can't be too much of a threat if you're handling them with water and weird dots rather than actual weapons.
>"Do you want me to come with you?" Azura asks.
"Can't think of another person I'd rather have watching my back...except maybe Sundance. Or Airy. Maybe Longshot. Or Spectral Prism..."
>You flash her a cheeky grin, though, just to let her know that you're just being a tease. She Smirks and chuckles quickly, giving you a playful shove.
>"Watch your tongue, or else the cats might take it from you," she replies.
>She gestures for you to follow her to the wagon in question and the two of you climb onto the top of it. You can't help but feel a bit wary - standing on top of a moving wagon isn't exactly foal's play, let alone when carrying a pony-portable irritant spray sytem.
>You notice a small hatch by your hooves in the center of the wagon's roof. There'a subtle click and a clunk before it pops open and you see Whispy poking her head through the opening.
>"There's extra water in here if you need to refill," she says.
>You glance to the rear of the wagon and take notice of the strange cannon-like contraption mounted on it. Azura is already at it, inspecting the device from the gunner's position.
"What is that?" you inquire.
>"Yarnball cannon," she explains. "Also, you see this red button here?" she gestures to a prominent button on the side of the cannon. "That activates the nip launchers - fires a huge cloud of the stuff all around the wagon. It's a one-time use only, though, so save it only for emergencies."
"This...is a lot of hardware for a milk delivery..." you mutter to yourself.
>"Milk is serious business," Azura remarks. "There's a reason they call it white gold."
"No they don't."
>"Okay, so I made that up. One other important thing...this convoy does not stop if you go overboard, okay? These things don't turn very well so the only way is forward."
Any last questions?
"Don't fall off - seems simple enough," you nod in response.
>"And don't let them take the milk," Azura warns in a stern tone.
>There's a seat at the front of the wagon, so you settle yourself in to relax for the time being. A few moments later, Azura joins you and takes a seat alongside you. Off to your right, you notice Tex climbing aboard one of the other wagons. Strapped to his back appears to be a super-sized version of the pony-portable irritant spray system; off past him is the third wagon where a pair of ponies unfamiliar to you are also getting settled in.
>"Okay everypony," Tex shouts, "you know what's at stake here. We got a delivery to make, and we're not letting any furry felines take it from us. Now let's moooooove it on out!"
>With a chorus of whoops and cheers from the other ponies, the three wagons begin pulling out from the Longhorn ranch. It's a slow pace as the heavy burdens take time to get to speed, and certainly a bumpy ride as well on those unpaved country roads.
"Sooo..." you speak up, figuring you can use the time to get some thigns off your chest. "I...just want to say I'm sorry about some of the inappropriate things I said last night."
>"What? You mean the horn thing?" Azura replies.
>"Pfft! As if anypony believes you when you say things like that," the unicorn scoffs. "It was a life or death situation...it's not like it meant anything."
"Well if there's every another life or death situation..."
>"Oh shut up!" Azura snaps, giving you a punch in the shoulder. She growls and fumes a bit more, then smacks you in the shoulder again just for good measure. "By the goddess, you are rather full of yourself. You think you're all hot stuff just because you got White Wine to sleep with you? News flash for you, Pot, she'll sleep with pretty much anypony. Now what you do in your spare time and who you put your ding-dong into is your business, but don't mistake me some drunken floozy who'll throw herself at anything with legs and a heartbeat."
>That was a little harsh, you reckon, though you wonder perhaps she might've been left a little resentful given all the noise that must've been echoing through the inn last night.
>You decide it might be best to change the subject.
"Is there any rope? I wouldn't mind tying myself to the wagon just in case."
>"There's some inside the wagon. Just be careful with it...I don't want to clotheslining me with it when things get hectic."
Go get the rope?
>You carefully make your way back to the hatch, tapping on it a couple of times to let Whispy know to open up. In short order, the hatch pops open and the filly pokes her head out again.
>"Heya boss, what'cha need?" she asks, eager as always to be helpful.
"Could you check for some rope, please," you answer.
>"Aye aye!" she replies with a quick salute before disappearing back into the hold. You hear the filly clammoring about inside, rattling the jugs about for a few seconds, before finally popping back up with a bundle of rope. "Here you go!"
>You give her a quick pat on the head before she goes back inside and shuts the hatch.
>You quickly eyeball and estimate the length of rope you'll need, and then start tying one end of it to the railings that run along the edge of the wagon, and then securing the other end of the other rope to the harness that's securing the water tank to you as well. Once you're satisfied that you no longer need to fear falling off, you head back to your seat at the front.
"Listen, Azura, I'm just trying to apologize for the ribbing earlier. It was inappropriate of me, and I'm sorry. And I'm sorry about the noise too."
>"If I was worried about overhearing ponies rutting, I wouldn't be sleeping in an inn," Azura replies, rolling her eyes once again. "Just remind me never to use those beds. And if you plan on turning that place into a brothel, I'll find somewhere else to sleep."
She seems pretty grumpy still. But what can you do? Input conversation?
"While I don't plan to make the inn into any sort of brothel, I'm sure there'll be some hanky panky from time to time. What I can do though is sound proof some of the walls to section off the fucking section from the non-fucking section."
"Is...is something bothering you?"
>"I'm FINE," she insists in that way that mares always seem to say when they're trying to tell you that they're ready to remove your spleen with your bare hooves at the slightest provocation. Given that she is an armed and experienced adventurer, you don't want to provoke any hostilities from her, lest you desire to become more intimately acquainted with what your guts look like.
"O...kay then. I'm just going to shut up--"
>"I mean, why shouldn't I be fine? It's not like I haven't been busting my flanks off trying to get some modicum of recognition in this blasted town. But you come along, a damn over-glorified fry cook, and in less than a week you've got ponies practically throwing themselves at you! You've got the biggest named adventurers in town chumming it up with you! And you've had sex with three separate ponies already! It's been...what, FIVE BUCKING DAYS and you've managed to score with three?! Meanwhile the only action I got was because literally our very lives depended on it!"
>You give a bit of a worried stare, noticing that Azura is clenching her teeth pretty tightly.
>"Oh don't you 'meow' me you son of a--!"
"That wasn't me."
>You both fall silent as you glance over your shoulders. Standing on the wagon were a pair of large, lithe cats, who were presently trying to pry the hatch off with a crowbar.
I want to say this is unexpected, but it kinda isn't. Though I thought she was already getting some recognition from the guild after we helped her bag that Changeling. But in Pot's defence, things have been going his way because he's generally nice to everyone and genuinely wants to help them. Plus, 'Luck' is in his name.And he's the main character
But that stuff's for later. By all means, PISS that cat.
When the changelings are free to enter the town they will have no
> Place to sleep
I think we should take some responsibility and help them by giving them free shelter till we can help them finds jobs as well as ask Prism if we can someone transfer love, Oats will be making the big bucks if we can.
If we fill up our inn with people that can't pay then it'll cause us problems as well as having to force any current tenants to leave. Also even if they're legal they'll still be looked down upon.
I don't think giving them free board will be a good strategy, disguised Changelings or otherwise.Our rooms don't make much or our profit, but no one wants to go into an overcrowded Inn every day. And Oats' farm can only handle so many at once. Some of them will have to find work elsewhere, if they're all staying in town.
How about giving them a discount at our Inn for a while? Maybe throw in some free quiche? Getting them legally accepted in the country will be huge favour to them already, and some of the nicer ones will want to repay that.
They get new lives, and we get more for our business.
If Innkeeper lets it all work out that way
I'm not disagreeing about giving them a place to stay, just that it should be completely free. They'll technically be a liability, finance wise.Finding jobs locally could take a long time, and I don't know how we can handle that if it does. Something's going to happen eventually. Then again, I'm sure there's enough bits in a day for them to stay a few.
I think we can, Inn rooms are not our biggest money makers and I'm sure we can find at least one of them a job.
We need like another 800g to pay off the rest of our supplies and debt for the week, something pretty manageable.
Dying thread for trying to come up with what QT looks like.
I look forward to this quest more than I probably should, it's so coherent and easy-going it's alot more fun than most the rest. Plus I like the characters. Now I'll be scanning the catalog all the time for the new one. Le sigh.