open The Bed - A simple, casual, snuggle-based RP

[Fuchsia]

*sleepy Fuchsia noises* 

Fuchsia is currently peacefully asleep in her pony bed, dreaming of Octavia, temples, sirens, magic portals, character limits, goats, sheep, living tombstone remixes, equestria girls.

The bed is spacious and Fuchsia has set her pony head on one or two large fluffy feather-filled pillows, while the rest of her pony body is snuggly beneath an untucked duvet. The bed linen is white. She snuggles a little human plush in her hooves, a gift from @Califorum   She sleeps on her shoulder and her mane has drooped over her face and onto her fuchsia snout. Her gentle breathing causes the duvet to rise and fall gently. Every so often she gallops her hooves a lil' - running away from some of villain or other in her dream.

[Fuchsia]

Fuchsia calms her dream galloping and settles into the warm embrace of @Califorum, her wonderful human friend :3 Under the covers her tail is curled round Rich's leg. When Fuchsia and Richard had first met, via inter-dimensional magical portal shenanigans, Fuchsia had slept in Richard's bed. Ever since they had been hopping between worlds for interdimensional snuggles  

[Fuchsia]

Richard wakes to what is becoming a familiar site - the bed-mane of his fuchsia-coloured earth pony companion, Fuchsia. Her snout is facing away from him, so that it is mane over the back of her head that he sees. Her perky pink pony ears are upright in sleep - her left ear, the one not resting on the bed, pokes close to Richard's nose, but not quite close enough to tickle it. She is not awake yet, but the slight movement of her body against his, the slight flicker of her ears and the soft snuffly breaths indicate a pony about to rise and shine :3 

The bed has that lovely warm slept in warmth, which is added to by the presence of the furry form beneath the covers.

 

[abronymouse 6,131]

Fuchsia wakes to the great feeling of an ear rub from her PFF :3 "Mmm..." she sighs contentedly, leaning her ears into the rub. Richard's fingers tease the perky softness of the Equestrian's ears  - his fingers stroke up the side of the soft inner ear follicles and tease the coarser pink fur of her outer ear. From this intimate angle he can see the little veins of the inner ear, which glow warmly in the early morning sun. From outside, the familiar sounds of the country can be heard - the rumble of a distant cart on cobbles and bird-song, as well as some more ponyish sounds such as the distinctive whompf-clop of a pegasus landing.

Fuchsia leans into Richard a bit more - hungry for more morning handsiness  

[Fuchsia]

@Califorum As Richard looks into her face, Fuchsia's eyes are lidded and blinking, as she is still waking up - pink lids and mid-length eyelashes obscure the familiar large lilac eyes. Her nose is soft to your boop and you touch the skin of her nose, where the fur thins out - her lil nostrils are smaller in proportion than a horse, but are flared in a similar way. As you boop, her her eyes fully open and she gives you a pout, which soon becomes a yawn and a nomming.

She nestles into you as you put her in your lap, eyes closing again, and as you stroke her she sighs in pleasure and stretches her body out to give you better access. "Mmm Rich, that feels so nice..." she murmurs. Her body is wonderfully warm from the bed, her belly has a bit of pudge (as she has frequently complained) and the fur softens towards her midriff between her lil pink mammaries. As you move onto her legs she giggles a bit and wriggles - somepony has ticklish legs! As you move to her tail you feel its horsey length - but it isn't stringy like horse-hair - closer to human hair, but not quite as fine. Fuchsia's tail is very full. As you squish her hoofsies she squeaks and stifles a laugh - she flicks her tail at your hands, she has ticklish hooves too    

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"My my...you are just...so amazingly soft Fuchsia...I am so glad we met."

"Aww, Rich - me too." she sighs and nuzzles at you affectionately as you pet her. 

 

[abronymouse 6,131]

Fuchsia rolls over to look into your face, her sleepy eyes open to make eye contact with you, "Yesterday was intense... just wanna lie here with you." she breathes deeply and sighs contentedly. Her head lolls back and your fingers feel her fur prickle and she leans into your hand again as you stroke her sides and legs - driven by tingling sensations from your massage. This pony likes being stroked :3

A contended smile is on her lolled back head as you call her soft. "You can do so many things with those 'hands'... like a unicorn." she breathes - an observation she had made many times in the human world. 

(leaving it open what pony hijinks happened yesterday  )

[Fuchsia]

Fuchsia initially curls away from the light coming in, before yawning and stretching. Her long pony tongue stretches out to and flicks up at the extremity. She gives you a sleepy grin at the suggestion you go outside. She was the same in your world - always eager to explore the town but, for her, the tiny village she was staying in, on the edge of the forest around the Smokey Mountains, was nice but mundane. The building they are in is not Fuchsia's home - she doesn't have one still - but rather an inn.

As Richard opens the windows he can barely see the sea in the distance, the immediate is filled with the pastoral pony scenery he has become accustomed to, but more coastal than the Equestrian heartland. Not all the plain is farmed here - salt-swamp grasses accompany fields and forest up to the distant blue. The air smells of the sea in addition to the rural smells of growing things and agricultural land.

As Fuchsia is more awake now, she is a lil more feisty, and she reaches up ruffle your hair and strokes your chest, "Nuh uh you have sort fur too!" she teases.

She rolls over to give you access to her thighs, which are indeed very sturdy - reflecting Fuchsia's active explorer life-style and farm pony heritage. The softness of the pink fuzz a contrast with the warmth and strength underneath.

"Mmmm ok..." she assents to the idea of going outside and breathes deeply, waking herself up. "You wanna get breakfast here or in the village?" she asks.

[Fuchsia]

As Richard takes in more of the scenery, his eye catches a building with a large book sign above the door and also a few brightly coloured red and white striped tarpaulin stalls at the edge of a cobbled market square and a few ponies sitting at tables by what looks like a breakfast bar - pleasant smells of coffee, pastries, cooked apples and oats waft from it. A blue pegasus' eye catches yours, and she looks at you curiously and nudges her brown earth pony friend who also turns to look.

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"The scenery of this world is rather bright. Pastoral. It is pretty. My world can be pretty too but its not like this, you know." 

"Y'know that's true! Whenever I travel back to Equestria from non-pony places it always seems brighter." she muses "Wonder why that is?"

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 "This is really just...amazing really to think such things are even real. I am touching you like this...so you are very real." 

She smiles at you and boops your nose to confirm she's real  . As you look into her Lilac eyes you can smell the dabbing of scent that she had placed behind her ears and on her pony neck for last night. It is a very fresh scent she uses, with strong citrusy and woody notes of lemon apple and cedar, but it has faded a little over the night, mingling with her natural pony smell of sun-warmed fur. 

Fuchsia grins at the praise for her pony legs, she was kinda proud of them,  "Oh pssh you." she says, giving you an affectionate nuzzle.

"Ok," she gives a final stretch before rolling over raising to her hooves, which leave slight depressions in the mattress. Her bed-mane and tail hang flouffily from her. She leaps down from the bed and plucks her saddlebags up from the side-table and takes out a brush and is about to put it in her mouth, but she gets a thought based on the massaging, "Wait would you... like to help brush my tail?"

[Fuchsia]

Fuchsia sniffs appreciatively at the perfumed deodorant mingled with your human smells - just like you, she hasn't smelled a human or a perfume like that and your human nature has an air of exoticism for the exploratory pony. (Axe have a big range  but I think ponies would like most Axes. I imagine Richard wearing Africa.)

She giggles a little at your words and is taken in by them - as she has been previously - by your interest in her, following your train of thought as you brush her long tail. "While you are so active, so much movement and joy." she says. Her tail is finer than horse hair but not as fine as human hair and far longer so it is quite a bit of brushing :3  Strands of lighter pink mix with Fuchsia and dark pink. She has a few tangles but they come free with a couple of yanks with a lil grunt and nicker from Fuchsia - but she doesn't seem phased. Soon the tail stops looking like bed-tail and is back to the brushed, pouffy state, in which saw it first. Her eyes are wide with admiration of your dexterity. "Thanks Rich!" 

She smiles at you as you pick her up. She's average for a mare - about half the weight of a human woman so you would need to brace yourself a bit depending on your buffness  She lifts up rather like a dog - by her armpits, hind-legs dangling and her newly brushed tail almost trailing the floor. Her forelegs feel quite skinny compared to those buff hing-legs (again, like a dog). She assumes you are lifting her up for a hug and  holds her hooves out to envelop you.

 

[Fuchsia]

Fuchsia is warm and soft to hug. Much lighter and, of course, furrier than a human. Her neck fur still has little grains of sand from the Talomeno in it, where she had been travelling before the trip to the human world. Her furry snouty check brushes up against your smooth flatter human cheek, and hear the little snort of her flared pony nostril as your bodies bump against each other.

Her pony head bobs up and down and she shakes her snout side to side as she's bounced around, her hind hoofsies flail "I... love... you... too!"  she says as she is bounced.

Her belly fur is soft like before, but more elongated now she is being held though. She has a lil pink belly button on an otherwise unblemished tummy. At the top of her pudgy tum she has a barrel-like ribcage while at the bottom are her two lil mammaries.

Back on her hooves she gives you a pout  "You sure..? bed sure looks comfy." she says hopefully. She was a get up and go pony normally but it she was in a snuggly mood.

[Fuchsia]

You feel Fuchsia's muscles tense as she gives a final stretch, she gives you an affectionate smile before trotting with you to the kitchen.

She licks her lips at the smell of freshly baked cookie, she often would come back from a night on the town and bake. It was a thing she did :p The cookies were cinnamon and apple flavoured, with little sultanas in them, an Autumn recipe to match the season. She takes the cookie out of your hand with a deftness that a human mouth can't manage, "'nks!" she says, and gestures for you to have one too. The cookie is quite large so she has to hold it in both hoofsies :3

Fuchsia pours some strong smelling coffee grains into a cafetiere and takes a kettle into her mouth and rears up on her hind hooves in order to pour water into its spout. As she does so her newly brushed tail balances her. Soon after the kettle is boiled the smell of freshly brewing coffee pervades the kitchen. "Fancy some?" she offers.

Fuchsia's kitchen window looks out away from the village, over cultivated plains then forest, before a distant mountain with smokey rings of cloud at the top. In the immediate foreground two pegasi foals are playing a game of tag with each other, swooping at and around each other as agile as birds. Further away, a few earth ponies are out on the fields. 

 

[Fuchsia]

Fuchsia can only nod in response to Richard's description - mornings in Equestria were amazing even for a pony, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee and cookie was wonderful, her lil pony nostrils were dilating taking it all in. It isn't true that familiarity always breeds contempt - some things are just too nice :3 At other times she was more interested Richard's world, which promised excitement. But for now she had had enough excitement - she was a content, sleepy pony, and the smiling three sun cutie mark on her flank, glowed with the inner magic that all ponies expressed when there were in harmony with themselves.

Fuchsia's kitchen-diner was a typical cottage annex affair. Narrow with space for the sink unit, fridge and table with two chars She kept the place clean...ish  the sink had a few dishes in it waiting to wash etc and the floor could use a clean. Interestingly there is a dash-board on the fridge with hoof-writing that doesn't like Fuchsia's. The writing is all Equestrian symbols though. 

Outside the annex the two foals can still be heard playing, and distant sounds from the early morning market can be heard, as before in the bedroom but a little closer at this level. 

Fuchsia smiled at Richard's declaration, "I'm glad you like it here Rich."  she says as she moves the coffee over. "And that I bring you such joy." she adds earnestly, and moves the chair next to him and gives him another affectionate nuzzle. 

 

[Fuchsia]

@Califorum She really is very warm to nuzzle, perfect for snuggling. There has been much cuddling during your time with Fuchsia and she is always happy for a snuggle.

As your hand strays down her back it traces the ridges of her pony spine, and the lil muffin of her pudgy waist to find the funny bony ridge of her tail bone, covered by the think long horsey hairs of her full tali, whcih is twitching back and forth languidly, as it does when she is content. 

Fuchsia nods a yes, in response to Rich's sweet words and gives him a squeeze, also feeling loved up, taking in the morning with her human friend :3  

Fuchsia looks over to the fridge and she giggles a little embarrassedly, "Oh just Hairy McClairy, um - Clairvoyance. The pony who owns this place. She lets me look after it for her while she's away with the Royal Guard." she explains, revealing that it isn't technically her house  "It says remember to keep the place tidy and don't have ponies over to stay. Well you're not a pony so it's ok." she winks cheekily at him.

 

[Fuchsia]

@Califorum

Fuchsia agrees, she liked the name too - she smiles at the idea of Clairvoyance being petted. "I bet even Clairy would let you pet her."  she sighs, fur goose-pimpling a little as your fingers trace a sensitive spot on her back. 

The taste is rich, vivid like the colours outside - a deep cocoa and a creamy milk. Fuchsia takes a sip of the bottle too, a little chocolate milk clinging to her pink pony lips before she licks it off. "Clairy'd understand." she said complacently. "Maybe after a few hugs and massages..." she smiles. 

In the brief pause, little disturbs the peace of the Equestrian morning, sun streaming through the kitchen window, illuminating Richard's pink companion and warming his skin with a wholesome warmth. A brief shadow across the sun, which heralds another pegasus flying who knows where, scarlet tail flapping behind her as powerful wings thrust her upwards towards the sky.

[Fuchsia]

@Califorum

Fuchsia 'mmms' and arches her back, leans forward and spreads her forehooves out on the floor while shaking her head. Her tail flicks up as she does so, tickling your nose a bit  A bit like this:

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Fuchsia chuckles at the idea of Clairvoyance and Rich hugging and turns round to give him another hug herself - she was feeling in a happy, huggy mood today :3

She nods thanks at Rich for recycling the bottle and takes hers in her pony mouth and drops it in the recycling bin also. 

"Sure." she affirms in response to him suggesting they go out, still a little sleepy - she rubs a little sleep out of her long pony eye-lashes and heads for the door. Rich may notice the lack of a key.

The door faces the same way as the bedroom window - facing the building with a book over the door and the cobbled market square. As soon as the door opens the noise of the pony village, dimly heard before, can be heard clearly. There is the beginnings of morning bustle from the nearby market, with a few sellers loudly advertising what sound like food-stuff and a few gulls are out, cawing for food. A slight warm breeze in the sunny morning brings a mix of pastoral and coastal smells to your nose along with the delicious smells of the market waft through the door. Two earth stallions one sandy brown and the other pale red who are trotting past on their way to the market turn to look as the door opens and their eyes open wide as they see you.

 

[Fuchsia]

As you sniff Fuchsia's horsey tail the fronds are briefly sucked into your nose  She takes fairly good care of her tail, but it is a traveller-pony tail - unlike certain Fashionista-tails from Ponyville - there are a few split ends there. It smells natural, only a faint hint of her shampoo lingers on it - fruity flavours of peach and pineapple - but is not conditioned, Fuchsia is a fan of quick tail-washing.

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I hugged Fuchsia back and watched her trot off to throw the trash. I look at the door. "Wait up, this door doesn't have a key. How are you supposed to be safe at night?" I would ask quite confused. I then exited out the door and was greeted with the sights and smells outside.

Fuchsia gives a warm smile as you ask her about security. "No burglar-ponies out here. Not like Manehatten. Clairy would seal the place with magic but," she bonks her pink forehead head with a hoof, "Ain't got the horn for it. And the thingy she gave me has all run out of magic. I don't think it liked going to your world." she says. "Must remember to look into that before I leave." she reminds herself.

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After we would exit I shut the door and look out at the storefronts, and then to the 2 Earth pony stallions. "I suppose this planet has the same gravity. Your sky and lighting looks slightly different in ways I can't really describe." I said to Fuchsia rather analytically. "Its interesting to be on another world than my own. There have only been a few humans, so we've been told to step foot on another world...our moon. And here I am, the first person on another planet!" I said to Fuchsia in a rather excited tone, unusual for my character.

As you walk out of the door the full bustle of the pony village is apparent. Unlike the human world, the bustle exists not only on the ground, but above. Pegasi who have just woken up, rest on clouds above, their babble falls lightly down to your ears like rain. On the more familiar plane, the ground, meanwhile, there are far more earth ponies, like the earth stallions you saw before, and some are carrying on conversations with the aerial ponies. There are only a couple of unicorns, who carry themselves with a dignity that sets them apart. One wears this dignity haughtily, her creamy coloured fur and golden mane are immaculately coiffed, and she peers down her snout at the shop-keeper she is talking to. The market smells draw your nose to them - apples feature prominently.

Fuchsia looks puzzled initially when you mention gravity, but soon remembers. "Gravity is your earth magic that keeps you stuck on the ground? I don't think we have that here." she says alarmingly "But our pony magic wouldn't be so mean as to let you fly off to the moon." Fuchsia was not the most scientific of ponies. She preferred to see a lyricism in the rules that bound things together, but that didn't mean she wasn't interested and had asked many similar questions about the human world. As it goes, the feeling of weight felt the same. Whether that was gravity or something else was another question.

She agrees about the sky and the light - Equestria was brighter than most places. She turns keenly towards you when you mention humans going to the moon. "Would you like to go to the moon? I've always wanted to go! And you are the perfect reason to visit!" The statement causes a brief lull in the pony conversation around you... you get a sense that it is not a usual thing for a pony to say  But once the ponies see who is speaking the conversation resumes with a bit of a chuckle and a 'oh it's just Fuchsia' sigh. 

[Fuchsia]

Fuchsia tuts and shakes her head at the idea of burglar ponies. "That's why I only stay in cities a few days. Everypony is so on edge..." she sighs.

She idles lazily on her hooves as you explain about the scientific details as to how to arrive at the moon, but you can tell by the way her eyes gaze at the sky that she is more focused on the destination than the technicalities of getting there. A few of the ponies do draw nearer, however, some seem to clearly be gazing at you as a foreigner, but many, including a young looking unicorn mare, seem to be following what you are saying and look impressed. Once you have finished Fuchsia adds, "Bathing in the lunar see would be so amazing... looking at Equestria from up there..." she says dreamily.

"Excuse me. Would you like to have tea with me in the library? I would love to hear more about your world." the young Unicorn offers. She is purple and has a star pattern on her flanks. Her mane is remarkable: tri-tone black, silver and gold. Her eyes sparkle with interest. 

Fuchsia gives the young mare an indulgent smile and nods to you to indicate it's ok.

 

[Fuchsia]

Fuchsia smiles and trots behind you with the mare. 

"I'm Muon." the pony says, taking you into the dark quiet of the library building. The sounds and smells of the market fade. 

Fuchsia introduces you and tries to give Muon a hug but she backs away. Fuchsia doesn't seem to mind.

Muon's hooves clop on the wooden floor of the library. In front of her is a table laden with paers. She trots up to a table in the library and sits, pushing papers aside, throwing up dust as she does so. She offers you a little chair.

"You were talking about rockets!" Muon says, pouring you some tea, eyes large :3

 

 

 

[Fuchsia]

Muon levitates a quill and is soon scribbling what you are saying, looking up every so often. She gives a little smile when you suggest lamp, but her interest in you is the overwhelming feature of the mare.

Fuchsia sits on a bench nearby, looking indulgently over at the younger filly. She curls her pink legs under her and lolls her head on the bench, listening to you both with a half-cocked ear.

Muon looks over the map, tracing the outlines of the globe with her hoof even as the quill continues to scribble. She looks up, "And how did you travel here?"

"Magic." Fuchsia says quickly.

"O-of course." Muon replies.

"Tell me more about these 'homo sapiens'?" she asks, clearly fascinated. Her gold, silver mane bobs with the effort of recording all the information. Her fur is a deep mauve. 

At the early time of day the library is quiet. A rather dusty stained-glass window casts blue-yellow beams which illuminate dust-motes in the stale air of the library.

[Fuchsia]

Muon cocks her head to the side as you mention 'apes' and she wriggles her hind-quarters, the word has clearly jogged a memory, but she doesn't interrupt.

She shakes her head sadly with the talk of empires and war.

Once you have finished speaking she says, "And you are the only one left from your home?" sympathetically putting her hoof on your arm. As a pony unused to destruction on any scale she naturally assumes that no race could recover from that. "Is that why you are here? To find more apes?"

Fuchsia shakes her head and chuckles at the earnest filly, rather relieved by her naivity and not correcting her - interested to see what Richard says. She had been trasported by Richard's tale. It was the dangerousness of his world that had drawn her there in the first place afteral, and from what she had seen she was not entirely surprised... still the viciousness of humanity that he had outlined was breathtaking. 

[Fuchsia]

Muon's ears perk curiously as you touch them. Her forearm and ear fur is fine and soft - like Fuchsia's but a bit finer in light of the young filly's age and years inside studying.

She whistles at the thought of eight billion apes, the sound echoes in the dusty air of the library.

There is a clop-clop noise as Fuchsia gets to her hooves, sensing the story has come to an end for now.

"You want to explore the town some more? I'm sure you and Muon can talk about science stuff later?" she suggests. "Plenty of 'pillows' in the bed." she teases and snuggle-nuzzles you  

[Fuchsia]

Muon smiles at you and puts a hoof to the ear that you touch... but she holds back. "Thank you. I prefer the library, I must record what you have told me. Pony kind must know about you!" she says, already scribbling in a notebook with a quill, magically animated by her little horn. Her beautiful mane glitters in the glow of her telekenesis 

Fuchsia gives her a sympathetic but understanding look and trots through the door. "See you later Muon." aside to you she adds, "She's an exchange from Canterlot. I'm amazed she let you touch her! Most unicorns are strictly no petting. You must be special..." she gives you a friendly nudge as you walk into town.

The same assemblage of pettable ponies are there as before :3

[Fuchsia]

Fuchsia closes her eyes and shakes her pony head as you tap her furry pony chest, her cutie mark glows mysteriously as you touch her. 

She raises her head and says significantly, "The path to the cookies lies... that way!" she points to the library wall. Musty books stare back, husky papyrus covers present a dust of horse feathers and under-fur (leather and glue was not a feature of ponylands). Fuchsia catches your eye, "I mean outside." she says quickly. "My special talent is exploration. So I knew where you wanted to go..." she trails off. It was strange to see the wise-cracking pony trying to prove herself to you. On earth, your home place, she had been chaotic and manic, but here she was just another pony among many and the desire to impress was hard for her to repress.

[Fuchsia]

Fuchsia gives a *oh you* look, but as she trots she holds her head and tail high  

She holds open the door of the library, through which you can see and hear pony folk as they trot back and forth or flap as is their want. The village town is becoming busier as the day progresses. Earth ponies in groups bustle back and forth in front of the library door, many heading towards the market. The rustle of pony conversation catches your human ear. Farmers complain about the late raising of the sun and about monsters tearing through their fields. Tourists complain about sore hooves and the price of horseshoes. Foals shriek as they weave through the adult crowd.

"Oh this old thing?" Fuchsia says, her little red/white flecked tail curling onto her mark while her arms hold the door, "yeah they're pretty cute - ponies call them 'cutie marks'."  she explains, with obvious pride. The topic of her mark had come up before, but she hadn't called it by its cutesy name before. 

 

[Fuchsia]

As soon as you say the word 'Kill' Fuchsia hushes you and a number of ponies outside give you a dirty look. "Uh we don't really talk about that stuff here. That's monster talk. If the Guard hear you talking like that..." Fuchsia swipes a pink hoof over her neck. Her pink pony presence seems to calm the whispers mostly, but you do see a couple of ponies trotting towards away muttering under their breath. "Ponies take harmony seriously. No bad talk in public ok?"

She ducks back into the library. "Turning you into a pony isn't a bad idea at all you know... do you really wanna give it a go? I know a creature that could help..." .Fuchsia says, thinking of an eldritch nanny goat that she knows. She wasn't too far away either...