Coffee, Cream & Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}
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				Title: <strong>Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Somnifera</strong> on <strong>22-12-2015, 02:15:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>"Rub for Luck"</em></div><br>There was a constant hum in the city today, one that had nothing to do with the steady but un-congested traffic through town. It had more to do with the breeze through the many flowering trees in this hilly part of town. It was a bit like being at the beach...minus the sand and the water.<br><br>The wind that sometimes sent leaves and tired blossoms to the sidewalk rustled the string of large brass bells outside of one of the storefronts. Anyone who heard it would know there was probably a Luck Café nearby. It seemed as if there was one for every block, especially downtown, though some were certainly more frequented than others.<br><br>Lavender's was a warm, familiar fixture in the city- the café had been there for years and while it was nowhere near as opulent as Gilt Loft, it was one of the nicest establishments of its kind in town. It had barocco framing around the windows and doors, rich (if a bit comfortably worn) green carpet, a spacious dining area indoors and out, and very comfortably cushioned seats. The bottoms of all the front windows were covered in testimonial notes and wishes from patrons. Of course, what drew customers wasn't simply their unrivaled honeycake, shrimp and cucumber sandwich, and marshmallow chai latte, but the fine creatures that were found in the café. No, not the staff, the <em>Charms.</em><br><br>Tied more percursorily than 'firmly' to the railing that surrounded the outdoor seating and came in along the walkway to the front door was a sleek, shining figure with gleaming golden scales creeping up its legs, arms, sides and neck, and covering the top of its long face. Everywhere else was smooth and white, and he was scantily covered in frill-cut purple knickers with matching cuffs, while a necklace of gold coins draped his chest three times. He was not, however, a dragon in any way. Those long legs ended in hooves, his muzzle was soft and mammalian, and a single curving horn erupted from his brow. Boquin was a very rare sort of unicorn, one that appealed both to those who preferred the european bred Luck Charms and those with a preference for dragons, and Lavender's had been overjoyed to acquire him.<br><br>He was not yet, however, more favored by patrons than Bonnie or Felice. Bonnie was an outgoing and curvy creature with a spiraling horn like nacre and icy blue eyes. The shopkeep kept her dressed in polished silver adornments from head to toe, which complimented the dappling on her shoulders, hips, and bare bottom. Felice was newer; the sidewalk sign had announced her arrival two weeks ago. She was slender from nose to hoof, with a perky, plump bottom that made for a perfect grip when one squeezed her in passing and dropped change into the pouch tied low around the curve of her hips. Her coat was pearly white and her curled mane and tail a pale blonde which had been tinted so that it faded into a warm purple down the lengths. A soft pink tinged the inside of her long ears, the end of her muzzle, and anywhere else on her that short white hair grew thin. Since her spiral horn looked as if carved from carnival glass, the owner had decided to dress her in iridescent crystals and beads. A net of them draped her shoulders like a short capelet, dripping and swaging across and between heavy breasts barely held in by a small, sheer white bustier. The offering pouch at her hip was crystal-encrusted as well, and the top of her tiny sheer thong dripped in iridescent beads that lay over what hid below. <br><br>Felice stood outside on the patio, arranging flowers into small bouquets that were sold as 'love charms'. The sign a few feet away read "Cinnamon marshmallows are back! Order some in your cocoa today!".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>23-12-2015, 08:00:47</strong>
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				Carson had arrived home from a long business trip only a few days ago, so settling back into the normal swing of things was a bit difficult.&nbsp; Half way across the country, he had been gone for weeks and so it was about time, now that he had everything back in order at home and at work, that he made his way through town and visit his favourite Luck Cafe.&nbsp; Lavenders was one that always stood out on his list to visit.&nbsp; They always had fine specimens to enjoy, great drinks and a wonderful atmosphere.&nbsp; It was also strategically not too far from his place, so it was one of the ones that he'd probably admit to visiting the most.&nbsp; In his usual attire he was known by name, of course to most, his last name.&nbsp; Mr. Rutherford was dressed in a full three piece suit, complete with his matching fedora.&nbsp; However, it was hard not to watch this man as he moved through the streets and so it was hard to go unnoticed, whether that was good thing or a bad thing.<br><br>It was a dark grey suit with a fitting purple colour and it fit him well.&nbsp; His size though was something that was undeniable.&nbsp; A custom fitted suit, it would fit no other then him.&nbsp; Wide and thick, he wasn't a tall man, but one of great stature.&nbsp; As if he belonged to a long line of men who were the stereotypical body type for a blacksmith, his presence was imposing without really even meaning to be.&nbsp; And yet beneath the rough exterior that everyone saw, he was always a cheerful and pleasant man.&nbsp; Carson had been in the army many years ago and now at an older age, he did consulting for military groups.&nbsp; It took him away to other parts of the country very often so he wasn't always around like the common office workers that lived a few blocks from Lavenders.&nbsp; Carson could have lived much more extravagantly and yet he kept his dwellings very minimal.&nbsp; Force of habit perhaps, or just the fact that when he was home he was often out and not staying within his apartment.<br><br>Lavenders had come to know him, had come to know his tastes.&nbsp; He always stopped by before he left on a business trip and always came by after returning as well.&nbsp; Away for a number of weeks, he hadn't had the pleasure of seeing the new additions to one of his favourite Luck Cafes but this morning it seemed he was going to finally catch up with what was happening in his town.&nbsp; As if his face were made of stubble, his short dark red beard now had some streaks of white in it from the years and the stress of the job filtering through.&nbsp; Giant mitts for hands, he always somehow found a way to be gentle despite first appearances.&nbsp; The cafe was not as busy as it is later on in the day, which was why it was one of his favourite times to stop by.<br><br>A smile from Bonnie and he would stop to look her over appreciatively, “Well, good morning Bonnie...it's nice to see you..I see they're keeping you looking good...”, he'd comment by flipping the silver adornments teasingly with his fingers, his eyes scanning her.&nbsp; “I've come to see what I've missed over the past few weeks...”, Carson said, his voice easily carrying, the tone warm, as if he were chatting with an old friend, not someone that “served” him on a regular basis.&nbsp; It was a beautiful day, why not sit out on the patio.&nbsp; His eyes caught the sight of Boquin and it put a smile on his face.&nbsp; “Still doing quite well it seems, I'm glad to see him here still.&nbsp; I'm sure your boss is hanging onto him the best he can...”.&nbsp; Men had never been part of his tastes, so it wasn't something he lingered on for too long.&nbsp; However his attention did finally fall to the new girl, Felice.&nbsp; Soft blue eyes scanning her.&nbsp; She was exotic, exquisite.&nbsp; His face lit up as he moved to sit at one of the tables in the patio area near to where she was currently arranging flowers into small bouquets.&nbsp; <br><br>“Good morning...”, he said to her to get her attention before continuing.&nbsp; “You seem as if you are doing an important job, but I promise your boss won't mind a bit if I hire you as a charm for a little while?”, with that he leaned in and placed money in the little pouch that was tied low around the curve of her hips.&nbsp; His hand of course passed over that plump bottom, giving it a playful squeeze, as if checking the goods as he eyed her a bit more closely now that he was seated over near to her.&nbsp; The amount of money that he had placed in her pouch was more then she had seen at one time since starting here and if she looked to her “co-workers”, they all would essentially give her the thumbs up to go ahead and follow along with what he was asking of her.&nbsp; “I'd like large hot cocoa.&nbsp; I'll take cinnamon marshmallows since I know they're back.&nbsp; You're welcome to get it for me if the waitresses or baristas are busy, but then I would like it if you came to stand at my side so I might get a better look at you...”, Carson said, his voice low, almost calming and soothing and yet there was something commanding and almost dangerous about it at the same time.&nbsp; If she was close enough to him, she might even sense or even smell that clear indication that he was a strong and masculine man, and yet not some meat head either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Somnifera</strong> on <strong>23-12-2015, 22:46:53</strong>
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				By the time Carson was walking up the rain-dulled outdoor carpet leading up to Lavender's front door, Bonnie was standing near Boquin, playfully strumming a miniature harp. Her beaming smile rivaled Boquin's and she leaned into Carson's affections quite readily, the silver medallions dripping along her chest and down to her stomach chiming warmly. "You're back and well!" she crooned, her voice calling the attention of the older woman inside, near the counter.<br><br>Lavender's was not, as the name suggested,owned by anyone named 'Lavender'. It was owned by a woman named Heather, who waved at carson from the dining room as she walked a tray of sandwiches over to one of the occupied tables. "It's good t'see you!" she called out with an accompanying wink. She and the waitress inside took notice of his presence, and could be assumed to come see to him shortly. After all, no one ever forgot Mr. Rutherford. Felice would soon come to understand this. She smiled invitingly and looked up from her work with chocolately brown eyes. She straightened to a stand as he drew near. "Good morning~" came her feathery voice. Her curly tail swished more out of reflex than anything else as he squeezed her pert bottom. The weight in her pouch said far more than this man bothered to, and she reflexively looked to Bonnie before looking back at him. She moved away from the bushel of roses and carnations with a nod, looking a touch excited. "A-ah.. one moment~" Her sing-song voice trailed off as her pearly hooves tapped their way back inside. In a few moments, a young waiter came with a mug of hot chocolate with a cinnamon-stick to stir the foam in with and several light-brown marshmallows floating on its surface. He placed it before Carson with a smile, and right behind him was Felice. The many stones and crystals on her body- including those placed on her nails- glittered as she strode up next to the table. "Ms. Lavender told me to tell you she's very happy to see you back, Mr. Rutherford."<br><br>Felice had a soft, feathery voice that suited the rest of her- her styled curls, her thick white lashes, the fuzz on the inside of her ears. Her body was sleek and slender in such a way that even though her figure was quite obviously female, her breasts seemed overall the most obvious curves on her. They sat up high in that bustier, nipples puffy and pink, jiggling precariously atop their perch with every movement. There was a small iridescent stone at her navel which matched the two in her ears. Far below, though largely obscured by the strings of small crystals that hung there, her sex was a soft pink cleft with a slight swell above it. She pursed her plump lips thoughtfully before speaking. "What brings you here, today?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>24-12-2015, 06:12:15</strong>
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				Carson had given Bonnie a smile as she had addressed him.&nbsp; He didn't demand the attention from this place or its workers, it&nbsp; was just a natural order of things, his very being pushing others to respond to him in a reciprocal way.&nbsp; Never had he over stepped boundaries that weren't already paid to be stepped over.&nbsp; So many patrons treated Luck Cafes as a place to go and meet a piece of meat to enjoy purely for the sexual matter, but for Carson, he really did feel that his interaction with certain creatures really did have a superstitious effect on his life.&nbsp; So many times he had thought his luck had run out on the battlefield and yet he had always come home from a dangerous mission.&nbsp; Now, retired from the dangerous work, it was more of a ritual, a passing of time for him rather then a neccessity, but one could have luck in many different aspects of ones life.&nbsp; For Carson, he was hoping to see some luck in his love life, perhaps some other aspects of his world other then what he had focused on up until now, which was work.<br><br>This of course necessitated a new charm to enjoy rather one that he had gotten luck from previously in one of life's aspects.&nbsp; It was a perfect opportunity to play and tease someone and see what came round for him later that day.&nbsp; Heather always seemed to have “just the right thing” for her cafe.&nbsp; Sure, there were ones that were more upscale like the Gilt Loft among many others, but Lavenders was like an old friend he loved to see often during the week.&nbsp; His squeeze on her bottom had of course been much more polite, encouraging and flattering then many other touches that she probably had received so far.&nbsp; Almost like a kid in a candy store just after their shipment of new stuff, he wanted to touch her much more then that but he knew that's not how the charms worked.&nbsp; Teased, aroused, pleased, stroked.&nbsp; The idea was to bring them closer and closer to new heights without bringing them to a climax.&nbsp; Felice was new so he wondered how far she had gotten with others, but he planned on stringing her along, at least a little bit today.<br><br>As Felice arrived back at his table he looked her over again.&nbsp; She was interestingly covered.&nbsp; Some that worked as a luck charm wore little to nothing.&nbsp; Others wore more so it was harder and cost more to get to the point of being able to touch skin to skin.&nbsp; Felice seemed to be somewhere in between, covered a bit, but his imagination didn't have to work over time.&nbsp; Out on the patio, what happened between them could be observed by simple passerby's, fellow patrons and of course Heather and her staff.&nbsp; Carson had never been kicked out of a luck cafe and never would be.&nbsp; Noting her voice, he gestured for her to come closer.&nbsp; He wore cologne, the kind that seemed to accentuate his masculinity, as if the way he looked and felt didn't say it enough.&nbsp; It was subtle, but whatever he had found, it was the best scent for him, alluring amongst many other smells.&nbsp; One of his large hands shot out to run across her lower back, feeling the fur against his fingers, he traced lines along her back as he smiled at her words.&nbsp; “Heather knows I love her place.&nbsp; Can't seem to stay away, she has some of the best charms...”.&nbsp; The skin of his hand was rough, as if he really were a blacksmith, but for some it would add extra sensation against ones skin, even if it were a little rougher then the average hand.<br><br>Of course when she asked him her question, his eyes shot back up to look at her as he continued to sit in his seat.&nbsp; “Well, I'm a regular as you probably well know by now, so really, this place and its wonderful charms have brought me here today.&nbsp; Today, I'm wanting to see what kind of luck you, the new girl, will bring me”.&nbsp; His hand on her lower back would actually guide her, a bit closer to his lap.&nbsp; Spreading his knees apart, he'd offer her one.&nbsp; “Sit.&nbsp; Bounce a bit.&nbsp; I want you to show and tell me a bit more about yourself.&nbsp; Tell me what makes you special and why Heather hired you...”&nbsp; Carson knew that bouncing on his knee might cause some friction and a rythmic pressure that might arouse her.&nbsp; It was like a game, finding what they responded to the most, what their triggers were as some had similar and some were very very different.&nbsp; Of course no one was the exact same and that's what made things fun and interesting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Somnifera</strong> on <strong>25-12-2015, 02:11:39</strong>
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				Truly, there were those that frequented Luck Cafés not because they truly adhered to the widespread belief that touching these creatures and keeping their energy strung high but because it was their one chance to touch and tease without the work of an actual relationship. ...But they would never have admitted that. Indeed, for all that the interactions between luck-seekers and luck-bearers were inherently sensual and often rather sexual, it was taboo to <em>admit that.</em> Had anyone? It was such a consistent deceit that anyone trying to deny it publicly would have surely been ostracized from their peers. After all, the creatures weren't human! Certainly the sensuality of their interactions had everything to do with ritual and necessity, not lust...Right?<br><br>Now, Heather wouldn't have taken Felice on if she were nervous about her place. After all, that sort of hesitance would have been seen as a bad omen, and for the most part it was always trained out of charms. However, that was not to say that there wasn't a fresh sort of bashfulness to the unicorn, and it wasn't to say that Mr. Rutherford's commanding yet disarming nature was lost on her. His voice struck a chord with the charm and despite its firmness, carried a warmth to her white and pink ears. It was all too easy to slip a little closer, her adornments rattling quietly, and breathe even more of his sophisticated yet rugged cologne.<br><br>But to sit on his lap? While Felice was no wallflower, she was already surprised by the way Mr. Rutherford spoke <em>to</em> her in such a direct manner. After all, Charms were not seen on the same level as people, and were generally spoken <em>at</em> as if they were simply highly intelligent pets.They were touched in passing or absentmindedly, like living tableside decorations. Not ever quite company, they were simply living fortune tokens that were warmer to the touch than a Budai statue and far more visually stimulating. The mare blinked her long lashes, clearly a little confused. Pleasant though the man and his touch were, Felice was thrown off her beat by his suggestion, and glanced down to his knee before looking through the shop window, instinctively seeking reassurance from <em>someone</em> in this situation. "Um.." Of course, she remembered her sole purpose as a charm and the weight in her purse.<br><br>With a flick of her tail to keep it out of the way, Felice turned her bottom towards the patron and sat very lightly on his lap, as if doing so would keep the position from being too 'real' to be okay, or her weight could somehow be too shocking for the burly&nbsp; man to bear all at once. "Well," she began, tilting her head thoughtfully as she stared at the marshmallows melting in his cocoa, "I was traded from Amandine's in West End when the owner closed her shop and moved to Denavere. I'm Gold Virgin certified and I think Heather decided to buy me instead of the others being left at Amandine's because she found a diamond earring on the floor right after she met me..." The creature laughed as she mused and snuck a glance back into the café window.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>27-12-2015, 02:17:42</strong>
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				Carson listened to Felice speak about herself, nodding for a moment.&nbsp; There was nothing wrong with asking a charm where it had been previously.&nbsp; So often we buy or rent thing and simply wish we could ask said item or object where it's from or what it has experienced so far since produced and bought or rented and yet the inanimate objects could never give an answer.&nbsp; This creature could.&nbsp; She had sat very gently in his lap.&nbsp; She was sitting there gingerly, as if she might weigh too much for him, as if she didn't want to offend him with her physical presence.&nbsp; It made sense, and yet he had to think that she probably had never sat with or on a man as large as himself.&nbsp; He was almost abnormally wide, which made him imposing and yet he seemed very courteous and gentle with how he had spoken to and deal with others, including the other charm, Bonnie.&nbsp; He had only touched her once, as if to test what her fur felt like and now that they had been properly introduced, he gestured to the spot to the side of his chair.&nbsp; “You may kneel next to me here...”.&nbsp; <br><br>It was then he brought the hot cocoa up to his lips and smiled.&nbsp; It was wonderful as usual, the taste just right as it always was.&nbsp; The marshmallows were currently melting and yet it was almost too hot.&nbsp; He would take small sips to start with it seemed.&nbsp; He didn't help her off his lap, he didn't guide her any more, figuring if she was trained, and he was sure she had been, then she would kneel next to him in the normal sort of way one would if they were in her line of work.&nbsp; Carson had a feeling that she may not have been at it for as long as Bonnie or some of the others had been at it, but so far her manners were impeccable.&nbsp; A boy walking by calling out some of the latest headlines of course caught his attention and as he so very often did, he raised his hand to the boy, to gesture him over.&nbsp; Never moving much, he got a few coins from his pocket once again and gave them to the boy who slipped him a paper.<br><br>Looking over the front page, he opened it up and then handed it to Felice.&nbsp; Carson enjoyed reading the paper and keeping up on the latest events, and why not do that while he got the luck he was hoping for.&nbsp; He spoke in a very matter of factly way, no warmth really except to be precise and cordial, “Hold this paper while I enjoy my hot cocoa and try my hand at some luck with love with you.&nbsp; I'll tell you when to turn the page”.&nbsp; He said as he let go of the paper when she took hold of it.&nbsp; Left hand holding the warm mug, keeping it close to his lips, he'd blow on the hot liquid, his eyes checking on the marshmallows.&nbsp; His right hand however, would slip off the arm of the chair that he sat in to slip across her abdomen and up to her chest.&nbsp; It was there that his hand would gently run over the flesh there.&nbsp; The last charm he had tried with the hopes of improving his love life had had a much smaller chest, so perhaps this one's generous endowment in that department would help him?&nbsp; So far he had not had a decent relationship in quite some time and now that he had recently retired, he was hoping to settle down a bit.<br><br>As soon as the paper was steady, he began to read and his rough fingertips rubbed her breasts through her brazier, the crystals that adorned her shoulders tinkling a bit as he did so in a rhythmic way in relation to his reading.&nbsp; Line after line there would be a stroke, but his strong and large hand was very subtle and light in his touches despite the strength that he could probably use to just rip off her top.&nbsp; Taking a sip of his cocoa, he began to wonder how long he'd have to wait to have a good sip of it as it was still extremely hot.&nbsp; There was the slightest bit of excitement of trying a new charm, to see if his luck would change with love.&nbsp; It made his heart skip a beat and gave him the hope that maybe he would find a woman to share his bed.&nbsp; The real question was, how long would it take, how many visits, how many coins, how much teasing this charm if she came to be the right one for him?&nbsp; Carson was prepared to do what he had to do to make it happen.&nbsp; There was also the wonder of how she was react to his touch considering she was Gold Virgin Certified.&nbsp; Things wouldn't work right if she couldn't hold on.&nbsp; Of course, none of these thoughts showed on his face or even how he touched her as he just continued to test the waters.&nbsp; “Turn...”, he simply said as he took another sip of his hot cocoa and ran his fingertip right across where her nipple was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Somnifera</strong> on <strong>28-12-2015, 07:35:28</strong>
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				Carson could have said anything, and that anything could have been, as it nearly was, entirely unattached to what had happened in the previous moment. Nevertheless she would have followed suit immediately (within reason), and she did just that. Felice slipped from Carson's lap, her tail sliding from the top of his thigh as she turned and slowly rested upon her knees next to the marble topped table. Her breasts, heavy and white, hung and swayed well below the glimmering drape of her crystal capelet as she shifted.<br><br>Felice stayed focused on her target as the newsboy came around handing out papers, and watched passively as coin was exchanged for the daily news. Those long white ears pricked when Carson reached across to her in the slightest, and she took the paper with a careful grip and a nod, her large equine browns dreamy and slightly unfocused. After all, how attentive need she be during a simple order? Her white ears flicked up as he spoke, and at length she nodded demurely. "Mm," she replied, shifting her grip a little.<br><br>She was in just that position as Mr. Rutherford reached down and caressed her through the fine mesh of her bustier, the soft and puffy center of her breast clearly visible beneath the sheer fabric. Aside from a slow, deep breath (that inadvertently pushed her swelling chest even closer to that idle hand), Felice made no new moves due to that new touch, and simply listened, peering over the top of the paper. The unicorn wonder what this man would do. She wondered what he wanted. However, it wasn't as if he didn't let his desires be known. Not that it mattered to the end result, but she was curious as to what he meant by matters of love. After all, some men wanted to get approached by the kind of women they pined for. Some men wanted to find the perfect wife. Some men wanted their One True Love to fall into the picture. Every outcome was as different as the person hoping for it.<br><br>On command, Felice turned the page with her glittering nail and waited. She knelt, relaxed and waiting, even as his strong fingers compressed the soft weight of her breast and slipped closer to where her puffy nipple slightly pushed out against the fabric. That plump pink bud stiffened slowly. Unnoticeable at first, the firm center was&nbsp; warmly tangible under the pass of the man's finger. Internally Felice sighed at the touch, constantly yearning for more even though she knew at times that she would receive very little physical contact in this position.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>29-12-2015, 23:24:31</strong>
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				Mr. Rutherford continued to sit, his eyes never leaving his paper, or saying a word to Felice.&nbsp; At least not while he stayed busy.&nbsp; His hot cocoa almost still too hot to take big sips from, it seemed he was going to be sitting there a while, but it wasn't as if he didn't have the time.&nbsp; Leaning back in his chair a bit, his eyes skimmed the page of the newspaper in front of him.&nbsp; So many things going on in the world and this was really the only way to find out the news in this world.&nbsp; Sure, some of it was rubbish, but it was always important to give it a once over.&nbsp; The odd thing was, his mind would drift to Felice, not in a overtly sexual manner, even though there was some sort of sexual aspect to the whole thing, but to what she might be able to do for his love life.<br><br>It would be wrong to ignore the fact that in order for the luck to be produced with charms they had to be sexually stimulated, but some came to have interaction with a charm purely based on the sexual aspect.&nbsp; They were husbands or boyfriends that if seen with a charm could tell their wives or girlfriends that they were simply trying to get luck for their career or money for their families.&nbsp; Sure, there was some unsaid thing that it involved touching a foreign creature in some sort of naughty way, but it wasn't the focus of peoples ire.&nbsp; It was normal.&nbsp; And yet here he was, hoping and wishing for a change in his love life, very much the opposite of what many came to a luck cafe seeking.&nbsp; It was simple, it was on a more base level however sweet instead of greedy.<br><br>The drink steamed from his mug, which was&nbsp; large heavy one, but his hand and arm never tired holding it.&nbsp; No, he was built for tougher stuff then that.&nbsp; He could have held the newspaper as well, but he had appointed that task to the charm he had working for him.&nbsp; Felice was her name.&nbsp; As if he had read her mind, he made his hopes for the kind of luck a little more specific, especially since he realized how his statement of “trying his hand at luck with love with her” may not have been the perfect words to use.&nbsp; “I have recently retired and although I have had many women in my life, I'd like to finally find the one I can spend the rest of days with.&nbsp; You have brought luck to others in other aspects, but I just have this “feeling” about you that you'll bring me something different...”<br><br>Of course his eyes had flickered up from the page and over top it to look at her briefly before returning to the page.&nbsp; “Turn”, he'd say as his hand continued to touch her breasts which were nice and heavy.&nbsp; Many of the charms that he had spent time with lately had been lacking in that department that he felt that maybe this was something that would help change things around.&nbsp; Feeling that warm center harden a bit, the plump pink bud stiffening, he did pay attention to it, liking the fact that her body was responding to his touch, knowing that he was on the right path to the love of his life.&nbsp; For a moment his fingers left her chest, to go into his pocket, grab a few more coins and put them in jingling change purse at her hip.&nbsp; “Remove the bustier please.&nbsp; Direct contact might help my cause.&nbsp; I'm getting a feeling, that the luck is there to be tapped into”.&nbsp; He didn't tell her to stop holding his paper though, so he knew she would have to switch hands and take it off, but he had paid her.&nbsp; His face leaned in as a particular detail about a story he was reading caught his eye, while his hand and his words to her seemed to be secondary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Somnifera</strong> on <strong>31-12-2015, 16:12:49</strong>
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				Felice was used to being left in the dark when it came to the finer details of someone's life. After all, she didn't necessarily need to know the name of that girl at the post office you wanted to impress, or how much you hoped to win at the card hall, or exactly where in town that new job would be if you were lucky enough to get a call back. That was how witches worked, not luck charms. She knew that over time, countless folk would stop by and stroke her breast, pat her bottom, tease her nethers and so on, and many of them would hardly say a word to her. If her intent was good throughout, their wishes would bear fruit and they would return to her café again.<br><br>So she wasn't really expecting Mr. Rutherford to say much else, and thus was snapped out of the far-off look she had when he spoke up. Her long pink and white ears flicked forward, earrings gleaming. The mare smiled demurely for his comment, a small noise rising in her throat in reply. Her lowered lashes were white and gorgeously thick; one eye was partially covered by that fall of pale blonde hair. But what was important was her horn...namely the fact that she had it at all. It seemed as if, were one to look at it the right way, light somehow diffused through the reflective iridescent purple surface.<br><br>"I'm sure there's something I could do," she mused as his fingers traced over her breasts. They were heavy, true, and while they were soft there was a certain heat and density beneath their surface that gave the feeling of great vitality. He commanded her to turn, and so she did, the wide leaf crinkling. But she perked up again when he bent over the side of his chair and reached close to put more coins in her little pouch. She nodded and held the paper in one hand, bringing the other to her front. Her crystal capelet jingled as she began to deftly- yet slowly- began to undo the hooks that kept the wide breadth bustier up, each of them popping as she did so. The first one had no effect.The second left her bust wobbling in place. And with the second, third and fourth little pop, the bustier's center gaped wider and wider,her breasts swelling out from its confines. That mesh, while delicate, had obviously been stronger than it looked, because when the garment fell into her lap, the breasts that spilled down and out, jiggling and rocking, where somewhat larger than they had looked even when pushed up atop the bustier's hold. <br><br>Seated on her knees as she was, she pressed her thighs together, held the paper open again, and resumed her earlier position.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>02-01-2016, 21:54:08</strong>
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				Sitting and reading the newspaper was something Mr. Rutherford enjoyed doing at his age.&nbsp; Perhaps when he was younger he wouldn't have given it much thought, to much “up and go”, but he found it to be very relaxing and informing.&nbsp; It had been difficult so far to adjust to retiring.&nbsp; Being out in the battlefield for so long he found all of this to be quite boring or too quiet.&nbsp; And yet here he was, enjoying a nice drink and the company of a luck charm.&nbsp; It was important that he found the right charm to propel his love life to the next level.&nbsp; Right now, it was non-existent, so even if generating some luck got him some dates with a few ladies, well it would be a good start.&nbsp; &nbsp; When she responded, speaking of being sure there was something she could do, he nodded a bit, his eyes not falling on her even though his comment was directly to her.&nbsp; “Do as much as you can to help me find love and I can assure you, you will be rewarded...”<br><br>Taking a long sip of his hot cocoa he was a bit disappointed that it hadn't cooled off as much as he wanted just yet.&nbsp; It was melting his marshmallows quickly, and although it was nice to add extra sugar to the drink, he was kind of hoping to have a few to suck up and eat in between sips.&nbsp; He needed something to cool it off, but he wasn't quite sure what that could be yet.&nbsp; A few drops of something that just wasn't as hot as what he was drinking could possibly help, but he really didn't want to stop the session he was having with the beautiful young creature that was currently at his side.&nbsp; There was a slow glance over to her, brief but detail catching as she undid her bustier and removed it.&nbsp; It seemed it was holding in a lot more then he had originally thought, or perhaps even imagined.<br><br>Carson's eyes slipped away from her form and back to the newspaper in front of him, almost “hearing” her breasts burst free from their confines as they spilled down and out.&nbsp; His hand was hit by them, jiggling and rocking and the slightest smirk came over his lips as he nodded and commented on them.&nbsp; “Beautiful.&nbsp; The breasts of a real woman.&nbsp; These will most certainly give me the luck I'm looking for..”, he said.&nbsp; There was warmth, but more from being happy about how the luck could possibly serve him, not because he was interested in her directly.&nbsp; Within him though, there was some warmth, arousal.&nbsp; It was hard to both see and touch a woman in this kind of fashion and not be a bit attracted.&nbsp; It was more of the actions and less of her directly.&nbsp; She was a charm, and from the sounds of it and the feel of it, she would change his luck for the better.&nbsp; Giving a soft tug on one of her hardened and exposed nipples, he began to touch her more boldly, however his eyes and body language spoke of him being still very interested solely in the paper he was reading.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Somnifera</strong> on <strong>03-01-2016, 00:12:00</strong>
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				If he thought her breasts were lucky, all the better. It helped when the recipient had their own strong beliefs about a charm's skills. Some felt that stroking her silken hair would bring them good favor, or rubbing a petition on her horn would have it granted and so on. The beauty of her form surely held a lot of sway on a person's psyche. At the very least, it brought them and their offerings back to her.<br><br>"You're very charming...I'm sure it won't be a problem." She said quietly, batting her long lashes.<br><br>Her bare breasts were the palest, palest pink, having only a thin, soft covering of velvety white coat as opposed to the full fur that covered her body on a tight, smooth clip. Nearer to the center, the creamy flesh was entirely bare, converging in warm areolae and plump nipples. They felt so swollen and sensitive that, if not for her extensive training, Felice would have been shuddering for the gentle teasing and caressing Mr. Rutherford put her through. Part of her craved for him to grip them firmly and squeeze them, while most of her absolutely pushed the thought aside and waited patiently for whatever he decided to do, knowing full well that this wasn't about <em>her</em> desires.<br><br>Of course, she was also a bit wary, and her cheeks were flushing. If he <em>tugged</em> the wrong (or right) way...His strong fingers pulled and punched at her nipple and a short stream of milk shot out, jettisoning audibly against the bottom of his paper and running down the print. She gasped, ears perked and eyes wide, out of embarrassment, and gripped the center of her breast, letting the paper hang from one hand. "I'm so sorry, I can get you another paper..." she began sheepishly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>03-01-2016, 01:01:26</strong>
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				Kneeling off to his right, it was the right half of the paper that was hit by the milk.&nbsp; Surprised himself, he wasn't quite sure what happened since his eyes hadn't been on her, nor had he EVER had anything like this happen before to him while teasing a Charm.&nbsp; Was this not something Heather knew?&nbsp; Was it something the beautiful creature beside him knew about?&nbsp; Then a few more questions popped into his head.&nbsp; Was she pregnant?&nbsp; He knew things were different for exotic creatures like herself, knowing that it may have been a sign of that or it may have been induced by her previous owner, or many other things.&nbsp; Of course the bottom right of his newspaper was now a bit see through and his fingers had a bit of the milk on them.&nbsp; It seemed like perhaps forever for him to finally understand what happened and then react, at least it would perhaps to himself.&nbsp; In reality it was perhaps a second and a half, maybe two at the most.<br><br>Taking a look around the paper and then over it as it dropped a bit since she had taken her hand and gripped the centre of her breast, he saw the surprise in her eyes, the embarassment on her face and he realized that her perhaps had done something she hadn't really expected.&nbsp; Or she hadn't expected her body to do that.&nbsp; At least not that exactly.&nbsp; Of course Carson had been about to tell her that her manners and personal charm were very good and that Heather had made a good choice, but now this had happened.&nbsp; He wasn't upset, no, he was actually intrigued.&nbsp; However, this was a charm, not his wife or girlfriend even.&nbsp; He had paid his money for service and although the production of milk was an interesting and to him, arousing factor, he didn't let it show.&nbsp; It was then that he got a good idea, a brilliant idea.&nbsp; He motioned to the paper.&nbsp; “Put that down and come here, lean closer...”<br><br>Mr. Rutherford had forgotten about the paper for right then, but he had not forgotten the hot cocoa, the mug still warm in his hand but the liquid much too hot drink.&nbsp; Wasn't it amusing, lucky even perhaps that he had just been thinking of adding something to his hot cocoa to try and cool it down when this happened?&nbsp; “Take your hand off of your breast...”, he commanded her, as if he were telling a child to take their finger out of their nose because it was rude.&nbsp; Shifting his body in the large chair so he could face her a little better since she was off to his right side, he smiled at her, his eyes watching her.&nbsp; “Hold still and keep your hands at your sides.&nbsp; Stick your chest out.&nbsp; Good...”, he'd simply say as he brought the mug closer and closer to the breast that had been the culprit.&nbsp; <br><br>The warmth of the mug was there, although it was not nearly as hot as the liquid inside so it wasn't as if it would burn anyone.&nbsp; Knowing this, she'd feel the top lip of the mug touch her breast, just below the centre.&nbsp; Then, his eyes moving away from watching what he was doing, he'd look up into her own, to see if this was the sort of teasing that would still bring him the luck he was looking for.&nbsp; His right hand, free but still with a bit of her milk on it, returned to her breast, taking a hold of it a little more roughly, as if fate had answered her wants and needs before he gave it a good squeeze, aiming her nipple down at his mug.&nbsp; Of course, he moved it forward and down on the breast, milking it and giving her nipple another good tug at the end of it.&nbsp; Repeating this a few times until he saw the steam from the drink subsiding before he stopped.&nbsp; She knew another command was coming.&nbsp; His voice never faltered or sounded different then when he had arrived, able to mask any arousal with great ability as he spoke again, very plainly to her.&nbsp; “Now, go and get me another paper, so I may finish it and finish my drink now that it has the proper temperature...”, as he took his first sip and smiled, not at her, but at the taste of the drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Somnifera</strong> on <strong>03-01-2016, 03:48:56</strong>
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				&nbsp;Heather knew and so did Felice- she simply hadn't expected this to happen today. Generally, someone used up a goodly amount of her milk for selling in tiny bottles newly available behind the front counter, or incorporation into one recipe or another, and she was not so likely to just go squirting off at the first person to squeeze her nipple the right way. For a moment, she was worried he would be irate over his paper or worse- that perhaps some milk had gotten onto his trousers, but luckily nothing like that seemed to have happened. Still, she stared up, ears pricked, waiting nervously for his reply.<br><br>She closed the paper onto her lap on top of the bustier and leaned in, already aware of what he wanted. Her breasts swayed just so away from her body, soft and heavy, and she arched her back at his behest so that they were more accessible from where he sat. She tried to keep as still as she could as that steaming mug was lifted under her breast, the warmth rolling up over her skin. When the warm ceramic rim touched her, Felice held her breath...<br><br>The feeling of his strong grip on her breast made her bite her lip as she looked down to watch a twin jet of milk spray into the sugary chocolate, squirt after squirt causing a low, creamy foam to bubble subtly at the surface. It felt like a relief and yet began to make her hunger for more sensation, but didn't it always? While it truly would have taken the man some time and effort to empty that breast completely, it was just after he stopped that she felt her breast tingle as more milk came 'down' towards the nipple, ready to be released. A last creamy dollop hung precariously at the bottom of her plump nipple, and she let out a shaky sigh more from the excitement than anything else. Quickly she folded his old paper, put it down and grabbed her bustier. A swallow pulled her long equine throat as she watched him drink that cocoa, and then with a jingle and a nod got up to go ask Heather for a new paper, the crystals that adorned her body shimmying and sparkling, throwing rainbow rays of light.<br><br>She felt a little giddy as she pranced on polished hooves back inside, and was still flushed when she negotiated for another paper from the back- but this wasn't an impossibly rare occurrence. After all, it was sort of the point of this cafe. Heather gave her the paper, took her bustier for her, and sent the charm back outside where she quickly and bouncily gifted him with the paper and assumed her previous position, spooling her tail coquettishly around the outside of her folded thigh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>04-01-2016, 06:42:36</strong>
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				If Carson was aroused, and he was to some extent, he didn't show it, at least not to her.&nbsp; No, there was to be an air of professionalism, even from his side.&nbsp; Besides, he was very intent on having lady luck give him a push in the right direction for his love life.&nbsp; If this was his lady, he was perfectly fine with that, she was fun and he hadn't even gotten to touching her in any highly arousing way and yet the process had already been loads of fun.&nbsp; What better to enjoy your morning with a wonderful warm drink along with reading the morning paper and finding the charm you're touching has some unique qualities.&nbsp; There was a feeling that there was something else he had yet to find out, as if she were not only going to give him the luck he needed but also entertaining and wonderful experiences when he came and saw her.&nbsp; He made a mental note to give it a week and see if things happened and go from there.<br><br>Taking a few more sips of his hot cocoa it was now at the perfect temperature, just hot enough that its name stood well, but not so hot that he couldn't drink and enjoy it.&nbsp; Perfect in his eyes, he enjoyed the extra creaminess that the milk from her breast had provided.&nbsp; Out of the corner of his eyes he caught the sight of the bit of milk that hung precariously from the tip of her nipple but said nor did anything.&nbsp; He had agreed to a new paper, so when she folded up his old one and grabbed her bustier, he was worried that she was going to put it back on.&nbsp; Only carrying it, his eyes watched her carefully as she went away to get him a new paper.&nbsp; He hadn't quite finished it yet and he still had to read the horoscopes and the funnies.&nbsp; Taking another few sips of his drink, his eyes moved to look out to the street, looking past the other charms and patrons of the cafe.<br><br>Lost for a moment as he thought about finally finding someone that he could take out on a date, enjoy a dinner with and maybe start something special with, he only noticed the return of Felice because she seemed a bit giddy, prancing back.&nbsp; He ignored the happiness.&nbsp; It wasn't for him.&nbsp; Most likely it was because she was happy of the amount of money she had received so far for her services and that he hadn't been upset with her.&nbsp; She was proud with how things had gone so far and of course why wouldn't someone be proud of that?&nbsp; The real proof as to whether she had been worth it would be how the next week unfolded, whether he came across “the one” or whether he instead found a five dollar bill on the street somewhere.&nbsp; As she resumed her position next to him, opening his paper, his hand moved back to her breast, the one he had seen had milk still in it.&nbsp; Her breasts were rather large and he hadn't really squeezed too much out, so it was only natural that he help relieve some of that pressure right?&nbsp; <br><br>That large hand of his massaged her breast, thick digits and his wide palm manipulated her chest and directed whatever stream of milk that might come out down and away from his paper, but he was rather sure to draw it from her none the less.&nbsp; “Turn...”, he said as he now glanced at the horoscope.&nbsp; Reading it intensely he noticed it said nothing of his sign seeing love or relationships.&nbsp; “...it seems I have only you to rely on for luck with love...”, he said as he toyed with her.&nbsp; The idea of the charms was that the more aroused, the more you teased them, the better your luck would be.&nbsp; Of course, you had to spend more time with them to get most to that point, many having been trained to hold as much back as they could.&nbsp; She was still new though, so perhaps he might be able to coax more our of her then expected?&nbsp; He didn't try to speculate too much.&nbsp; Eating the remains of the marshmallows from his drink, he swirled it around, a few more sips left in his mug and just the funnies to go.&nbsp; It seemed their time together, at least for today, was winding down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Somnifera</strong> on <strong>04-01-2016, 08:10:44</strong>
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				Felice bit the very inside of her lip to keep from sighing too obviously as that big, warm palm came back to the heavy underside of her breast and began to toy with it again. It was the sort of thing she could enjoy, or ignore if she had to; but it was so welcome and mild, why bother? The breath of her sigh was still audible though unvoiced as he idly milked thin drippy jets onto the pavement beneath his chair, and Felice stared unfocused at the back of his paper as he did so. With gleaming nails she turned the paper and adjusted the way she knelt.<br><br>There had been much she had been trained to withstand during her Gold Virgin certification- which was more about being able to avoid orgasm rather than avoiding sex, per-se. It was far more rigorous than what she tended to deal with at the café, but wasn't that the point of training? All manners of stimulation, teasing, performance under duress, holding poses and so forth had been taught to her class of charms, and suffice it to say she had done quite well. For this reason, as enjoyable as the interaction was, Mr. Rutherford was not in the slightest bit of danger of ruining his luck. In fact, while he stroked, she looked up at him and focused on what he had said, hearing his voice in her thoughts.<br><br><em>"...luck with love."</em> She let it loop through her thoughts, focusing on that outcome as she had been taught to do, feeling the jolts of excitement and slow burn of sensuality be aimed as an energy at that lacking little hole in his life. She imagined her intent beaming from her horn and fixing his problem; it was a silly and colorful way to imagine things, but visualization was an important part of luck! While he finished his drink, the charm memorized his face and tried to imagine what sort of woman he was looking for, how their first meeting would go, and how things would progress over time. She wasn't worried about losing him though; he was clearly a regular here and it seemed that he liked<em> her </em>well enough. The unicorn did wonder, however, how long it'd be until he returned, and if he would leave soon. At the very least it'd give her knees&nbsp; a rest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>07-01-2016, 01:16:12</strong>
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				That large hand continued to manipulate and play with her chest, kneading and squeezing in a way that he knew it would be the proper start for his luck for sure.&nbsp; He also helped with the let down of the milk in her breasts, relieving some pressure in them but saving some in there for later, just in case anyone decided to come see her and wanted some milk.&nbsp; She was pretty, exotic and so far, other then ruin his paper and have to get him a new one, she had been the model luck charm.&nbsp; Her breathing was something he was paying attention to, the breath audible and it gave him something to go on.&nbsp; After all, he wasn't touching her in any really highly erogenous zones, and yet he wondered if he could get her to make a sound.&nbsp; Something.&nbsp; And his hand sought out that sound.&nbsp; And it seemed to happen right around the point where he was reading the funnies in the paper.<br><br>And odd combination, to have him chuckling and snickering about the comics and yet have his hand actively seeking to get a rise out of her.&nbsp; He had finished his hot cocoa, the mug sitting on the table, which was quickly retrieved by one of the clean up crew.&nbsp; Having almost finished the paper, or at least finished reading the parts that he cared about, when he finally did hear a moan or breathy sigh that indicated that raise in her arousal, he stopped, hand leaving her sensitive breasts.&nbsp; He had given her nipples even some extraordinarily rougher pulls then he would have normally done with a charm, mostly because her nipples were thick and wonderful and tended to squirt milk with the action.&nbsp; Now bringing his hands back to himself, his voice was very matter of fact and straight forward, his eyes never falling on her, “You can take the paper away”.<br><br>And after she did, he stood.&nbsp; There was a warmth in his body, an attraction to her that was different then in other charms.&nbsp; Others he used them often just because he had wanted the luck, unlike many others.&nbsp; Sure he had touched them sexually as well, more so then this one today, but something seemed different with this one.&nbsp; Carson made the point to return and return soon depending on what sort of things came about from this visit.&nbsp; “You can stand...”, he said as he turned around to face her.&nbsp; Giving her a warm smile, as you would to someone who had given you great service while you were out a restaurant or&nbsp; because you had had a pleasant business conversation, he put a few more coins in the pouch on her hip and tapped it to let it jingle.&nbsp; “I hope you stick around.&nbsp; I'm interested to see what other surprises you have in store for me as I try and find love.&nbsp; I'm sure I'll see you soon”.<br><br>Moving away from her then, he straightened his suit, which had to have been custom made because of just how thick and large of a man he was, before heading over to Heather.&nbsp; There were a few quick words exchanged which put a smile on Heather's face as he left out into the street and down it.&nbsp; It was down to the docks to feed some birds some bread for him, having very little to do since he retired.<br>&nbsp; <br><hr><br>For the next week he had a number of encounters and chance meetings.&nbsp; They all seemed to develop from almost nothing, but he had met a number of ladies that were in the very least interested in going out on a date with him.&nbsp; In all of his years of going to a luck charm, he had never tried to get lady luck on his side in the name of love, but it seemed he had found the right charm!&nbsp; Now he needed these encounters, these dates to go smashingly, to be successful and so despite visiting many other Luck Charm Cafes over the week, there was one that he wanted to return to, one charm that he wanted to see, touch and feel.&nbsp; One that he wanted to continue something with, with the hope of these dates and meetings developing into something more, allowing him to find the right woman for him.&nbsp; It had been five days and like clockwork, for this Luck Charm Cafe, he returned early in the morning, same time as he had last time, wearing the same sort of suit, just a different colour.<br><br>Upon arrival, he of course looked to make sure that Felice was free and then asked Heather to send her over to him.&nbsp; A man of routine, it put him at ease, it was a strong image that he created of himself by having something like this be regimented.&nbsp; Sitting in the seat he had been before, he waited patiently, looking at his pocket watch and timing out the day and what he was going to do with the hours he had to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Somnifera</strong> on <strong>08-01-2016, 07:17:59</strong>
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				Felice gathered the paper as she rose to her hooves, her breasts rocking and jiggling as she righted herself and shook out her mane while Mr. Rutherford prepared to leave. "I'll be here," she smiled, "I'm sure." As their guest left, a charm's music rose in the air. Heather told Felice later that she was glad Mr. Rutherford like her, and this soothed the charm's nerves considerably- not that she'd ever been anything but confident, but with a world of choices at a person's hands it didn't hurt to be their preferred source of luck.<br><br>As the days passed, her body was pet, squeezed, rubbed and teased by many hands, and she herself was on a familiar but taxing rollercoaster of stimulation and forced denial and disappointment. It was always best to try and stay as calm as possible, that way it took less time to 'calm down' afterwards and there was a much lower risk of ruining their hopes with an untimely release. But to be fair, that was always so far off. These people came to garner luck from contact and to get a little more from arousing her- it was very rare that anyone dedicated the time or focus to really...well...pushing their luck.<br><br>It was not entirely unheard of, though. To get a charm so close was a sure fire way to win the lottery of serendipity.<br><br>Towards the end of the week, Felice leaned over the counter inside in an adorable bra and a frilly thing that could only be called a skirt by definition, not by function. It was, like the bra, an iridescent pinkish-purple fabric with ruffled edges that looked gorgeous on her slender white body. Her legs were so long, stretching up into that pert bottom decorated by that long blonde and amethyst tail, the ends of which had been fetchingly curled to match her mane.<br><br>When Carson returned, the mare swelled with excitement and anxiety, both; The man was kind and generous with his tips, but he was also mentally preparing herself for having to withstand teasing as she did with any patron. Again, she came out preceded by a waiter that asked what he would like to eat or drink and told him of the café's daily special, and then she herself could step forward on polished hooves and offer a shallow bow. "Hello, Mr. Rutherford." The mare smiled, her tail swishing behind her before going still. "How has fortune been treating you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>10-01-2016, 21:36:29</strong>
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				Carson had been looking forward to this encounter for the past couple of days.&nbsp; It seemed his intuition about Felice had been right.&nbsp; Now that he had started his luck with love off in the right direction he needed to get some more going.&nbsp; Of course, he knew this couldn't be generated by some simple breast play.&nbsp; No, he perhaps needed to tease this charm in a more serious and direct way.&nbsp; Thankfully the large form and stature of this man allowed for her smaller frame to fit better when it came to closer interaction.&nbsp; Of course, that would come a bit later.&nbsp; His thick digits placing coins in the pouch on her hip again, they sounded like larger, heavier coins then previously placed there and he simply smiled at her, a pleasantry that he gave to her for she had greeted him and was ready to serve him as she had last week.&nbsp; “Hello Felice.&nbsp; It's a pleasure to see you again.&nbsp; Yes, my fortune has been treating me well.&nbsp; After seeing you I'm happy to say that I quickly lined up a few dates for this week.&nbsp; I'm hoping to continue this momentum of luck with your help, if you're up for the task?”<br><br>He made his order to the waiter, getting a hot cocoa once again, regular marshmallows this time, but very much the same thing.&nbsp; Same size, and of course the drink was hot and would be out in a minute or two.&nbsp; Carson also asked for a dessert square to go along with his drink, thinking it might be a nice addition to his visit.&nbsp; Inspecting her outfit a bit closer, he gestured for her to come closer.&nbsp; Pointing to her bra, he complimented her bosses choice, “Heather always has you in the most flattering of things.&nbsp; I approve of her choices.&nbsp; If you could remove it please, as I'd like to start off where we finished and progress from there.&nbsp; <br><br>Of course waiting patiently for her to remove her bra, he also waited for the server to bring him the dessert square, his hot cocoa and of course the paper which was something they brought him unless he DIDN'T as for it.&nbsp; Giving his hot cocoa a bit of a stir, he unfolded the paper, placing it down and he looked back up to the wonderful creature in front of him, of course having waited until she was braless before he asked her.&nbsp; “Lean down here, in front of me please...”, and when she did his warm and strong hands would grasp her breasts again, massaging and playing with the flesh.&nbsp; He didn't have her on her knees next to him, so it was a bit closer and less out of the way, but it seemed it was with a purpose in mind.&nbsp; Guiding her movements, he brought his mug to her breast again and of course gave her nipple and breast a few good tugs, wanting to have that wonderful creamy milk in his drink once again.&nbsp; He took the same amount that he did last time, all the while massaging her breasts before he took a sip just to check it.<br><br>A smile crossing his lips, he nodded with a smile, “Good good...now, lift up your skirt.&nbsp; I want to see what you have on underneath it...?”, he asked as he had her stand back up in front of him, her legs almost touching the front of his legs and knees.&nbsp; She wasn't between his legs or knees, still quite a distance back from him, but he wanted to know a few things before he started what he felt was the next step to having the love life he wanted, all because of this fabulous luck charm that was clearly working for him so far.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Somnifera</strong> on <strong>13-01-2016, 21:21:55</strong>
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				"Ohh, that's wonderful!" the mare enthused, placing her hands against the side of her face. She watched the waiter go while a mobile florist biked by behind her, outside of the little fence around the café area. "Of course I'll help, that's why I'm here." She toyed with her hair, ears pricked forward as he made his order and turned his attention back to her. While the waiter went to fetch a coffee cake slice from the front counter, Felice reached behind herself to untie the ribbon that kept her bra around her ribs. They loosened ties fell to her sides and she reached up, pulling the top ties over her horned head, bowing to let it pass over her horn.<br><br>She made polite small talk as she tucked the bra into the band of her coinpouch and let the waiter pass to bring the steaming cup of cocoa. The moment she saw it, she knew what Mr. Rutherford likely wanted from her. She gathered her long curls up in one hand and leaned forward, her iridescent crystal necklace hanging in the air as her heavy breasts drifted forward, soft and heavy and waiting for his kneading hands. As he massaged one, the plump nipple swelled and tightened, forming a milky drop that turned into a jet that sprayed into his milk as his digits tugged and squeezed.<br><br>He stopped and she stood, an errant drop of milk running down the underside of her soft breast. It eventually lost that fight with gravity and fell to outdoor carpet below. Oh,&nbsp; underneath? Felice pricked her ears and looked down instinctively, reaching for the frill of her skirt. "Ah, of course..." Standing beside his chair and table, she tugged up the front of the frilly thing to reveal a floral lace thong the same color as her pale fur. There was a bit of pink showing through it, but surely that was expected, no?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>13-01-2016, 23:43:14</strong>
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				Mr. Rutherford could have chalked her enthusiasm up to wanting his money, but he saw a genuine look on her face that said that it was genuine.&nbsp; It was rare to find such an exotic creature, with such attributes and have her not be jaded by working in the industry yet.&nbsp; Sure, they all gave the impression that they cared and were happy, but he had talked to many owners and knew the truth of things, you only had to be incredibly obtuse to realize that some didn't care to be doing what they currently did.&nbsp; When Carson had finished with her breast, he had caressed it carefully and watched as that errant drop drip from the underside of her breast.&nbsp; His mind pictured himself having leaned forward to lick it off of her, but for all appearances, he was very much static and methodical in his approach.&nbsp; The passion within him came from his want to improve the luck of his love life.&nbsp; Odd to think of it that way, but he knew that every shudder, every whimper, every moan, it was slowly bettering his odds of winning the love jackpot.<br><br>It had to work for him as it had so far, charms weren't known to “switch” or “change” their luck, no, once they gave you a particular kind of “luck”, if you could call it that, it very rarely changed.&nbsp; At least that's what the majority of people believed.&nbsp; So many thought all of this to be as bad as the horoscopes and the fortune tellers in funny smelling rooms down back alleys.&nbsp; Others, like himself, believed very strongly that this worked because it was all that he had known in his life.&nbsp; Charm houses had been around for years, in this culture anyways.&nbsp; Watching as she lifted up her skirt to show him what she was wearing underneath her skirt, his hand came out, cupping her groin for a moment, to feel the fabric, how it brushed her skin and how much it encompassed the space between her legs.&nbsp; Where most wouldn't really care, he was being very particular, as if this were all carefully calculated and if done wrong it could totally blow his chances at getting what he wanted from her.&nbsp; Rubbing a bit through the fabric of her floral lace thong, his eyes moved up to look into hers while his other hand brought his mug to his lips to take another sip of his cocoa.<br><br>“How does that feel?&nbsp; On a one to ten, tell me how sensitive this all is to you...”.&nbsp; Carson knew that if he removed her thong he'd have to pay extra, which was fine, money wasn't the issue.&nbsp; Some Charm Houses asked for you to go to a designated room if you were going to get fairly intimate with the charms and although he was a regular here, he hadn't quite gotten too hot and heavy with any charms, so he wasn't quite sure their policy.&nbsp; If she felt it was pleasurable and teasing enough to have him touch her through her panties, then they could probably stay there and he would be able to enjoy his cocoa and paper while he brought himself some luck.&nbsp; If it wasn't enough and she needed more direct contact, skin to skin, then there was the thought of perhaps reaping the rewards of that kind of contact the next time he came in instead.&nbsp; Carson shifted there in his seat, the distance still considerable between the two as his hand teased where figured her folds would be through the lacy fabric.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Somnifera</strong> on <strong>19-01-2016, 06:46:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Felice bit her lip as she watched Mr. Rutherford's hand come dipping between her legs. Part of her readied herself for a titillating onslaught, and so she slipped into the mental space that allowed her to endure being groped and teased without getting excited enough to risk ruining anyone's fortune. But as it was she soon found herself surprised, confused and relieved all at once- Mr. Rutherford seemed to move his hands rather perfunctorily, more of an assessment than any real stimulation. It reminded her of when the physician inspected her before she was cleared to undergo her training.<br><br>The moment he spoke, her observation seemed hammered in, for his question was so methodical and unprovocative that she relaxed even more, simply preparing herself instead to endure lots of prodding and groping. Given that the man approached 'exciting' her with all the perfunctory air of a grocer inspecting endives, she wondered if Mr. Rutherford had trouble with love because he was so dispassionate. As it was she was aware that he was likely learning of her secondary anatomy, but she wasn't afraid of getting so excited that she made a big display of it all.<br><br>As his fingers traversed along her lace panties, Mr. Rutherford would find that instead of a cushy seam down the middle, there was the dense, squishy fullness of a smallish cock pushed back between her legs. The mare looked away to distract herself as she held up the frilly skirt. "Um..." she began, not sure if perhaps she should lie. "Th..three?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee, Cream &amp; Luck {Somnifera x Countdown}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>19-01-2016, 23:56:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For a moment Carson looked a bit perplexed.&nbsp; Of course, he was inspecting this lovely creature, the one that so far had his luck with love moving in the right direction.&nbsp; Now he had to make sure the momentum continued by of course doing as one does with a charm.&nbsp; Tease them.&nbsp; Arouse them, but only to a point.&nbsp; His hands had touched and groped her breasts before, but he wanted to know what else he had to work with.&nbsp; She was an exotic creature already and at first he wondered whether their anatomy might be slightly different, but then he came to realize that what he was touching, what he was finding out by his exploratory prodding was that Felice had both sets of genitals.&nbsp; A bit of a cheeky smirk came to his lips as he remained at the distance that he had put between them, not wanting to get too close or have too much of his skin brush hers.&nbsp; This was, as most owners say, a transaction that was to take place.<br><br>Now even more curious, his two index fingers hooked into the top of her lace panties, only to slowly slide them down from her hips as he leaned forward just a little bit.&nbsp; Not wanting to embarass her any more then normal, he refrained from taking out his glasses or monacle.&nbsp; No, there might be times where he would get a more up close and personal look at it.&nbsp; Mr. Rutherford of course helped bring her frilly pink panties further down her legs, so she could step out of them before setting them next to him.&nbsp; She would of course be able to have them back when he was done.&nbsp; Hands finished with taking that silky barrier away from her nether region, they returned to touch her upper and inner thighs, teasing there.&nbsp; Having touched her before, he wondered if she had been aroused, in both sections of her body when he had visited her last.&nbsp; Maybe that was the reason why he had found four dates for this week instead of just one or two.<br><br>She was double lucky!&nbsp; She had one part and then the other!&nbsp; Touching the smallish cock that had been pushed back between her legs, he lifted it up to inspect how it was all put together.&nbsp; Was it formed where that sensitive pearl was supposed to be at the top of her labia, or was it completely separate?&nbsp; Exploring her genitals he wanted to become familiar with them, what was where and how it was all connected.&nbsp; This was important for what he hand in mind of course.&nbsp; Once he was satisfied in his knowledge, he beckoned her to move just a little closer before he held out the newspaper to her.&nbsp; “This won't be so hard on your knees this time...”.&nbsp; He offered her the paper, indicating that he wanted her to hold it for him to read.&nbsp; However with her standing in front of him, his hand remained under the paper, between her legs.&nbsp; It seemed she was going to help him with his paper while he played with her.&nbsp; Would she be able to hold still?&nbsp; Not move or squirm?&nbsp; It was an interesting thought as he waited for her to begin, taking a look at the first page that was presented to him.
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