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lyrazehedgieboiii · 5 years ago

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I have an idea for sonic boom where sonamy boom 3 little kids travel to the past and you know like maybe accidentally used tails invention...when they are in past sonic freaks out at first but then he’s like at the end “am so gonna be the cool parent int the future” teases amy and btw i love ur stories 💗💗

Haha, of course! I swear, as soon as I got on Tumblr and saw your ask, I was like “OMG OMG OPEN A GOOGLE DOC START WRITING DROP EVERYTHING AHHHH”Sorry I’m a bit late, my laptop’s battery went dead and I was scared that the story wouldn’t save, but it did! But now here I am, hope you like it~

“What. The. Hell. Are. Those.” Sonic said, as his eyes grew wide at the little hedgehogs standing right in front of him.

“Hi, dad!” One of the little ones exclaimed. He sure did look a lot like Sonic himself.

“Woah, Sonic, he called you dad! You didn’t tell me you had kids! But don’t you think Amy’s a little too young to have children?” Tails asked his big-brother figure.

“T-Tails, seriously, they aren’t my kids! I’m not dating Amy or anything!” Sonic stuttered. The truth was that he was madly in love with Amy, he just didn’t want to admit it.

“What do you mean, daddy? You always go to mommy everyday and kiss her, and tell her that you love her! You two leave us with Uncle Tails while you go on dates!” The youngest one said. He was an exact replica of Sonic.

“Be quiet, Skid! Daddy tells us that he loves us too! Right, Blur?” The middle one said, looking over to her right, where a midnight blue hedgehog, possibly six, looked up.

“Yeah.” He looked up to Tails. “Uncle Tails, did you make a shrink ray? ‘Cause you look shorter than usual!” Tails looked at himself. He looked completely the same.

“How old are your parents?” Tails asked, hoping he could find out who their parents were. Their parents certainly couldn’t be Sonic and Amy. Amy was only 14, and Sonic was going to turn 18 soon. The oldest child looked about 6. Definitely not Amy’s child.

“Daddy is…” the youngest, who’s name is Skid and was about 3, stared off into space, trying to remember. “27!” Sonic looked surprised. He tugged at his scarf. That would’ve meant that Amy would have his kids at the age of 18...Was he really that much of a wimp?!

“Do mommy and daddy have rings on their fingers?” Tails asked, as if he knew what Sonic was thinking.

“Yes! Mommy has a diamond ring on her finger, along with some other rings.” So, they were engaged at the time?..

“Are they married?” Sonic asked, interrupting Tails from asking the exact same question. All three of the children shook their heads.

“Mommy said that you and her will get married soon, and she said I could be the flower girl!” the middle one giggled. She looked so much like Amy. She had jade eyes, with speckles of emerald in them. Sonic loved her immediately.

“Sonic, these kids must be from the future! How did you three get here?” Tails asked, hoping they would say through his invention.

“Well, you told us not to go near that,” the oldest one pointed to the machine that the kids came through.”

“Fascinating. It must be a time machine.” Tails muttered, forgetting about the four hedgehogs in the room.

“Oh boys! I brought the food you asked for!~” An angelic voice appeared, and the trio ran toward it. Amy was surprised by the sudden warmth on her legs, and found three little hedgies stuck to her, yelling “Mommy!” “You’re back!!” “WHERE WERE YOU?!” Amy wondered whose kids these were and why they were calling her ‘mommy.’ They looked like a mix of herself and Sonic.

“Amy! Thank Chaos you’re here! These kids are from the future! They came through a time machine! They’re ours.” Amy widened her eyes. She looked back at the hugging hedgehogs.

“This isn’t a prank, right? You’re telling the truth?” Amy said in a gentle, sensitive voice, which surprised Sonic, as he was used to hearing her coaching, cheering voice. “You know my feelings aren’t a toy you can just play with.” Yeesh, why was she so moody?

“Ames, it’s not a prank, I swear, they’re our kids.” Amy’s cheeks went red. “No time to fantasize, our future selves are probably worried sick!” Amy shook out of her thoughts and all the questions she had.

“I wasn’t fantasizing! I was just...wondering…” Amy took the kids in her arms, not worrying about their weight, because of the fact that she carries a humongous hammer. She walked over to Tails and put them down. “So, what are your names?” She asked, kneeling down. Sonic had a wave of pride splashing upon his heart. That was weird. It usually happened when Sonic defeated Eggman’s robots or when he saved his friends. The oldest one spoke up.

“I’m Blur, that’s my sister, Ariana, and that,” he pointed to his little brother. “Is Skid.” Amy smiled. She couldn’t believe that these tiny little chubby potatoes were hers.

“Has anyone told you guys how adorable you are?” Only Ariana giggled.

“Yeah, you tell us that everyday, mom.” the oldest one and youngest one said simultaneously. “I see where you get your attitude from.” Amy looked up at Sonic, who was glaring at her.

“Not only attitude, but also good looks~” Sonic posed, pretending to flex his non-existent muscles. Amy suddenly was caught in a daze. She had a lovey-dovey look on her face.

“Oh no, it’s happening again. Even young daddy makes young mommy all red-happy.” Red happy was the sonamy childrens’ way of saying that someone was blushing. They didn’t need an explanation, they understood.

“I WAS RIGHT! IT WAS A TIME MACHIN- Oh sorry, I probably interrupted your little family moment.” Tails said, looking at the young family before him.

“OHOHOHO, SONIC THE HEDGEHOG, PREPARE FOR YOUR DOOM!” A loud explosion was heard, and everyone quickly went outside to see Eggman in his Eggmobile, looking confident, as though he was going to win the battle.

“Ames, stay with the kids, take them inside, and make sure Eggman doesn’t see them!” Tails ��aww’ed at the sight of Sonic being a protective ‘dad’, but quickly regained focus, and went on the X-Tornado to fire missiles. Amy obeyed the order, and quickly grabbed all three of the munchkins and went inside. The kids were squirming, wanting to go outside and participate, but Amy blocked the only way out.

“Mommy, why are you blocking the door? You always let us go Eggbutt’s robots!” Blur cried. Amy was horrified. Will she really be that irresponsible about the kids when she’s older?”

“No. Not today. It’s not safe, you could get hurt!” Amy said, holding the three in her arms. She heard their complaints, and felt their kicks, but held onto them anyway. She noticed Ariana scooted away from the cuddle-pile. Amy let go of the two in her arms, and walked over to the bubblegum hedgehog.

“What’s wrong, Ariana?” Ariana started whimpering, and that got Amy scared. Did she do something wrong? Ariana jumped into Amy’s arms, getting cradled by her mother. The middle child pulled away.

“I just distracted you so that Blur and Skid could go outside.” Ariana giggled, her laugh sounding a lot like Amy when she was four. Amy ran out the door, leaving Ariana in a puddle of laughter. She saw her targets, and almost fainted. They were battling, and helping Sonic! They were running around, beating the crab-bots and bee-bots with Sonic’s spin dash. With so many Sonic’s at once, the robots were all defeated within fifteen seconds. Sonic gathers his future offspring into his arms and threw them into the air. He caught them before Amy has a heart attack. She walks right up to them and starts to scold them.

“You two should be ashamed of yourselves! Your father tells you to stay inside, I tell you to stay inside, but what do you do?! You have your sister distract me with emotion, and run outside and help your father! I just wanted you three to stay safe! You’re lucky your dad didn’t scold you!” Amy had a dark and scary aura behind her that scared Blur and Skid.

“Mommy?” an innocent little voice melted the hearts’ of everyone that had heard her, except her brothers, you deal with this all the time.

“Yes, Princess?” Amy asked, but then looked at herself in shock. She was aware that this was her future child, and she was aware that she’d only just met them.

“I’m sorry I tricked you.” Ariana said, her eyes full of tears. Yes, of course Amy would feel guilty, Sonic just narrowed his eyes at his future child.

“Don’t get all regretful, Ames. I’ve seen this trick before.” Amy turned and looked at him. What trick? “You used to do this all the time. You’d guilt-trip anyone into getting what you want and making sure you were never blamed for something you clearly did.” Amy just glared at him, his words sinking in. Was she really a guilt-tripper? Well, at least she didn’t blackmail. Ariana made a pouting face at the younger version of her dad.

“Well, this was fun and all, but I think it’s time that the SonAmy children head home.” Sonic and Amy spun their heads to their two-tailed fox friend, who was just standing there with a smirk. Amy felt a bit sad, until Sonic held one of her hands. He smiled. Yes, you read right! He smiled at Amy. She felt happy, and took the kids back inside. Tails walked over to the time machine.

“So, while you were hanging out as a family, I figured out how to work this thing!” Tails exclaimed.

“Make sure ya don’t send them to the dinosaur times. Future me and Amy wouldn’t be very happy.” Sonic said, putting his arms behind his back.

“You know Sonic, I’m surprised how you’re this chill about having kids.” Tails replied, acting like he was fixing something in the machine. Sonic dropped out of his pose and glared at Tails. He glanced at Amy and saw her blush. Perfect opportunity.

“Well, Tails, I sure hope we have more than three, cause it must’ve been fun makin’ those kids.” He humped the air as if he were doing that to Amy. Her face went redder than a tomato and she made a disgusted face at him.

“There are children in our presence! Say something appropriate for once!” Amy yelled at him. He just chuckled, doing his signature rub-under-the-nose thing. Amy rolled her eyes.

“What’re mommy and daddy talking about?” Skid asked his ‘uncle Tails.’

“Grown up stuff.” Tails said, trying to avoid that question as much as possible, not wanting his future nieces and nephews getting scarred for life. They nodded. Tails turned to the flirting couple. “It’s time for you to say ‘bye,’” Tails said, while Ariana nuzzled into his leg. He smiled, feeling a tear slide down his cheek. He hugged the little ones, and pushed them to their past parents. They all hugged, Sonic tried to snuggle into Amy’s neck. They let go, and they lead the kids into the time machine.

“Bye, mom and dad!” they all said. Amy felt like crying again. Sonic held onto her waist, making her hit his arm.

“Yeesh, Ames. I was just trying to comfort you!” Sonic exclaimed, rubbing his arm.

“Stop acting like a married couple! You two aren’t married yet here or in their time.” Tails yelled at them, pointing at their future kids. “Okay, ready guys?” Tails asked. They nodded. He pushed a button, causing them and the machine to go back to their time. “Future me is gonna get beat up by future them.” Tails muttered as he saw Sonic kiss Amy’s cheek and laugh at her reaction.

“I’ll be such a cool dad~” Amy rolled her eyes.

“We’ll see about that.”

Well, you never know what’s going to happen in the future.

This was so much fun to write!!! By the way, I won’t be able to post until the weekend because of University stuff.

#sonamy #sonamy future #sonamy boom #sonamy prompt #sonamy oneshot #tails the fox #amy rose #sonic the hedgehog #sonic trash #lyra ze hedgie boiii #im so tired #hope you enjoyed #hello to the people reading the tags

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homestuck-kinstuff · 5 years ago

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ah, i figured. that's alright. could i request a tarot reading for my dirkroxysprite^2 tl? all i know is I was created from rose's sprite, roxysprite, and dave's, dirksprite. I came into existence pretty late into the game, and I know i made it out to earth C. Roxy and Dirk made it out as separate people as well. (does that make sense? dirk, roxy, and me, dirkroxysprite^2, all existed on earth c) I also know i had a crush on John, and really cared about him. thank you so much in advance!

Hello Dirkroxysprite^2,

First off, I'm terribly sorry for my tardiness on replying to this one, life had unfortunately gotten in the way of things. Of course you can have a reading. 💜

Please mind the cut below:

Beginning

Page of Wands, Reversed:

The beginning of your existence, when you were first formed as Dirkroxysprite^2, was marked by a distinct lack of direction. Any desires or machinations that either party had in the works was halted completely.

There’s a strong sense of negativity associated with this card, along with a feeling of being caged. When you first came to be, it may not have been a catastrophic event, but it certainly wasn't welcome.

Middle

Death, reversed:

Death represents a major, life-altering change in your life. Reversed as it is here, Death indicates that you are afraid of this change, and are doggedly resisting it as a result.

It's likely this resistance stemmed mainly from your union. Things likely began to stagnate for you at this point in your timeline, as you refused to move forward and do what you needed to in order to continue.

Towards the End of your Timeline

Temperance, Reversed:

Temperance is all about balance. Reversed as it is, Temperance embodies the absolute lack of it.

This point of your life was likely defined by excess, living in extremes. You likely struggled to balance different aspects of your life, whether that be with one core issue of perhaps overindulgence, or many little issues swinging wildly out of control.

This card also implies a powerful, sharp focus on your part. However, you've forgotten something major in your quest for excellence.

You

The Lovers, Upright:

Not necessarily Romantic Love, this card represents 2 become one, a union rich with trust, confidence and strength.

Deep at your core, it's clear that Dirksprite and Roxysprite loved each other very much. Despite the obvious struggles that come with being sprited with another person, your friendship remained solid and unharmed. Unshakable, through whatever the game threw at you.

There is a difference, however, between being very good friends, and sharing a headspace with another person's every repressed thought, trauma, and insecurity. A struggle with this is natural, so I don't expect all the memories of yourself and your union to be good or easy. Just that your bond was stronger than all of that.

Challenges

Two of Pentacles, Upright:

This card represents balance, and the ability to adapt to change. It implies that rapid change has become your new norm, and that addressing and coping with these changes is essential.

You struggled with change, and you found it very difficult to strike a balance in the middle of the chaos. Considering the nature of spritehood, and the fact that you were, at best, 16(?) Years old, and at worst, less than 1: I don't find this all too shocking.

How you Faced Those Challenges

Ten of Swords, Reversed:

The Ten of Swords represents a betrayal that is deep and personal. Reversed as it is, the focus is shifted from the betrayal itself, to the recovery. The wounds are still fresh, but you understand that this needed to happen in order for you to move forward.

It's possible this betrayal came from yourself, one of your halves doing something unexpected because of the lack of harmony or balance. It's also possible the disharmony caused a betrayal by a friend (pushed by your action or inaction to lash out) or another party (an enemy noticing a weakness and exploiting it).

Regardless, this betrayal brought into sharp focus the balance you were lacking, and forced to to take action on it.

The End

The World, Reversed:

Near the end of your journey, when you were just a breath away from accomplishing everything you set out to do, at the last second something is standing in the way of success and celebration. Something has been left undone.

It's possible this overlooked issue had something to do with S'Burb, and you, being a sprite, may have been one of the few able to go back and correct it. This may have been what brought about your end. It's also possible that the end of your journey was simply your deathbed, and you left the world feeling both empty and heavy with unfinished business.

Your relationship with John

King of Pentacles, Reversed:

The King of Pentacles is a man of great worldly indulgence. Reversed as he is, it is a sign that you may have been indulging a touch too much. It indicates a tendency towards temptation, and sensuality, with a touch of greed.

With regard to our dear Jonathan Eggbutt, it's possible that you were indulging in his company. You mentioned a crush, it's possible he was unavailable in some way, (perhaps already dating someone) but you kept spoiling yourself with his company.

Another possibility is that John was the cause of your indulgences, and not the indulgence itself. He may have encouraged you to live more lavishly, and you took it to the extreme. Or perhaps you leaned on these worldly indulgences to cope with the fact(?) that he was preoccupied with someone else.

However, I must stress the nature of this card is negative. This relationship likely wasn't very good for you.

John's Relationship with You

Judgement, Upright:

Judgement is impartial, honest. It often signifies an honest evaluation of the self is needed. This self reflection will give rise to an awakening which will bring forth an entirely new way of life.

It's possible John found great comfort speaking with you about deep personal matters. John might have made a habit of bearing his soul to you, on lonely nights or bleak-seeming afternoons. If this were the case, it meant a great deal to him.

It's also possible he hid this deep self reflection from you, but that the crux of this contemplation had to do directly with you. Perhaps a sexuality, or gender crisis. Perhaps he was conflicted about an action you took in your timeline.

Five of Wands, Upright:

This card represents a battle between rivals, of an intense struggle for dominance. However, it implies that this battle is a show for power, to intimidate. There is no real threat in the struggle.

It's possible you may have been a little too eager to jump into verbal or physical battles to prove yourself. If this is the case, John easily saw through these displays.

It's also possible you may have enjoyed debating with John. Verbal (or perhaps physical) spars that may have looked to others like you took things too far, but John knew it was mostly for show.

Nine of Pentacles, Upright:

This is a lovely card, indicating a time of opulence and luxury after a period of hard work. There’s a great deal of satisfaction, and emotional stability in this card, and it's implied that the fruits of this particular labor are those that can be enjoyed over a lifetime.

You were a big part of what made Earth C wonderful to John. He enjoyed relishing in the rewards of this new world with you.

Advice

Six of Wands, Upright:

This card marks a journey from home initiated by past sorrows. You're leaving a painful place to explore an unknown with more promise.

You've suffered in your current situation. It's scary for to consider leaving, scary to venture into the unknown where the promise, the good is not guaranteed, but you owe it to yourself to take the risk.

You owe it to yourself to have an adventure. There is nothing good for you back there, and sometimes, the risk can be it's own reward.

Three of Pentacles, Upright:

Teamwork, collaboration, building. Several people of vastly varying backgrounds and skills working together to further a cause greater than them. Unity is easy, and progress is swift.

People want to hear what you have to say. They find value in your company, Dixy. They value what you say, what you think. But you have to do the same. You can do incredible things, if you reach out, spread the weight of the task. Give yourself the chance.

Ace of Swords, Reversed:

This is a card that has 2 main meanings. It can mean swift and brutal misuse of incredible power, (which I don't think applies here) or, it can mean you've overlooked a vital piece of information.

I've a similar theme in this reading, in the section 'Towards the End' and 'The End.' I'd recommend doing a little meditation to see if you can glean some more information on this.

As always, you would know better than I. These are your memories, not mine. If it doesn't feel right, it likely isn't. If any part of this reading doesn't strike a chord with you, I'd heartily recommend looking into the meaning of the card in question yourself. Tarot cards have many meanings, and another interpretation may make more sense to you. 💜

Thank you for your patience with this, I hope it’s helped you knock a few more memories loose.

Kind Regards,

🌹Mod Rose🌹

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3one3 · 7 years ago

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The Sequel - 897

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André Schürrle, Juan Mata, other Chelsea/BVB players, and random awesome OC’s (okay they’re less random now but they’re still pretty awesome)

original epic tale

all chapters of The Sequel

“Which one do you want to jump?”

“Socks. Rio has tomorrow and Friday to get sorted before it counts. Can you fix-“

“Do you want to switch to the other bridle or just use this one?”

That’s a good question, Christina decided while Tom freed her scrim sheet from where it got stuck on one of Socks’ fetlock boots when she threw it way too far over his back. The fine netting was caught on one of the tiny silver CWD buckles. I jump him at home in the loose-ring sometimes but never seriously. The warm-up isn’t really serious either though. It’s open.

“I guess I’ll stick with this one, but can you put his martingale on?” she asked her groom. Socks and Rio each had their hacks in the competition arena during the free training period offered before the warm up. The free part was open for anyone to ride either or both of their horses on the flat, with everyone else. In a few moments, “ticketed” warm-ups would begin, meaning the arena would empty and each rider who entered the class would go back in, one at a time, for 90 seconds, to jump anything they wanted, in any order. They could stop, turn around, do the same combinations multiple times- whatever they wished to do with their time. Each rider could only do the warm-up with one horse though, and most, like Christina, were going to use their mount for the Champions League event, which began on Thursday. There was another class before that which wasn’t a big, difficult, or valuable event, and it could serve as the warm-up for horses jumping in the other feature- the Grand Prix of Doha- later in the week. Christina was to ride 10th in the warm-up order and Socks was already there, dressed, and warm. Having his usual jumping bit- an eggbutt snaffle- wasn’t worth the effort to swap one bridle for the other, though Tom would have been ready to take him back to the barn and swap him for Rio if the rider had said she felt he were more in need of the extra schooling time than the horse she’d just hopped off.

“Yes. Juan has it,” the groom said about the martingale, which was easy to add. “Let’s go over there.” He nodded toward where the Spaniard was standing on the outskirts of the schooling area with Tom’s backpack of tools and supplies, and some extra equipment. The sun was just going down so it was still quite hot, and the first thing Christina wanted from Juan was her water bottle.

“I enjoyed the bucking fit, cariña,” he told her while she gulped water and fanned her neck.

“He always does that in the beginning. Because he’s a punk,” she replied with affection in her voice for the shiny and cute black and white face trying to avoid having his slimy mouth wiped. “An adorable punk.” She handed the bottle back to her friend and held onto Socks’ leather lead so that Tom could put the yoke of the martingale over his head, attach it to the breastplate, and feed each of the reins through its rings. The part that went through his legs had a snap fitting at the end so just clipped onto a metal ring on the girth, and it was easy to unbuckle the reins. The equipment could have been added without Christina even having to get off the horse.

She always appreciated the ease of jumper equipment compared to hunter stuff. Running martingales aren’t permitted in hunter classes. A standing martingale sits on the neck the same way, but it has a long leather loop to pass the girth through, and it’s not wise to completely unbuckle the one thing holding the saddle onto the horse while there is a person in the saddle. A standing martingale also attaches to the chin part of the horse’s noseband rather than the reins, and again, requires unbuckling it to pass the strap through another, smaller leather loop. And again, you don’t really feel great about undoing a major element of the bridle while someone is on the horse. When Christina wondered if part of what used to make showing so much fun was still being able to do those hunter classes- to do competitions judged on form and style rather than determined by time and faults- she neglected to remember all the things she hated about that, like unfair and biased judging, trends in favorability, the robotic-natured horses that had become so popular, and the repetitive outside-diagonal-outside-diagonal courses. She did remember how annoying it was to take a martingale off for the under saddle class though- the flat-only class judged with all of the horses in the ring at once, given collective instructions to show at the walk, trot, canter, and hand gallop. No martingales allowed. Even un-judged hunter warm-up classes required full show attire too. She didn’t need to switch from her dark gray breeches and white and black adidas tee to do her warm-up class in Qatar.

“Do you want a towel?” Juan suggested as she wiped sweat from her neck with the back of her arm. It was way too hot for a show jacket.

“Nah, I’m good. They’re gonna go walk for a few minutes and then it’ll be like 15 minutes before I have the ring. Then we can get out of here.”

“There’s no rush,” he shrugged. They’d been together all day, from the gym and the breakfast buffet to the horse inspection and the draws. Then they left Al Shaqab for a while to get lunch and check out the marina with a mix of commercial boats and pleasure craft. They hung out in the barn too, and played Uno with Tom and Daniel. They all wanted to be in the barn just because they could. It was fully air-conditioned, and that was hilarious to them. Christina hoped for a little down time post horse show, pre dinner w/his friends. They were going to a Latin American restaurant and lounge at some other hotel for Brazilian steak, Peruvian lomo saltado, and Argentinian wine, among other things. “What happened with that guy who fell off his horse?”

“He was fine. The horse just wigged out about an invisible monster,” she shrugged, turning back toward the arena. It was unlike any other in show jumping. It looked more like a state of the art football stadium, with first class hospitality suites, great lighting, and yet more air-conditioning. There were trusses and beams and things everywhere. There was a lot to look at, and it could be even more distracting to the horses than the humans. The indoor arena, attached on one side, was slightly less dramatic an experience, and thus not the chosen venue for the main event. Bigger shows used both simultaneously. The facility had 5000 permanent equine residents, so the rings got plenty of use during the rest of the year. It even had a stable specifically for ponies. Christina put a tour of that part of Al Shaqab on her agenda for Thursday, having missed out on it the last time she was there because she was spending most of her free time sulking by the pool and trying to figure out which football player she was supposed to be with.

“Chriiiiiis,” a German voice behind her called, almost whining.

“Whaaaaaat?” she whined back as she turned around. Daniel was standing there on Cornet, his new, ugly horse. Cornet, called Cotton around the barn and not to be confused with his old, beautiful horse Cornet D’Amour, was white like both horses’ sire, Cornet Obolensky, but had sprawling patches of steel gray fur with a bit of a brown tinge. They almost looked like scarring from burns. He had weird, very pronounced eye sockets as well. Christina thought him the type only a mother could love. He was very talented, and had been in American Lauren Hough’s program for a few years after she selected him for a younger client. They had limited success because, Hough admitted, she made a series of bad choices for him that hurt his confidence. Daniel took the ride over the summer at one event in Belgium, as a trial, and the owner decided to place him with Daniel long term. Cornet D’Amour was making his big comeback too after a long layoff. It was all change for the many progeny of Cornet Obolensky. Steve Guerdat’s Corbinian was back in action after an incredibly long injury-related hiatus, Daniel had also recently taken over the ride on Cortani, another Stephex horse right in his own stable, and the legal dispute between Athena Onassis and Doda de Miranda over Cornetto K was one judge’s ruling closer to settlement. People teased Christina for not having one.

“May I borrow your crop?”

“Where’s yours?”

“At the boxes.”

“Why can’t Sean go get it for you?”

“Because this place is the size of Berlin. It takes 20 minutes to go to the stable and back.” Her teammate tried to look endearing. It didn’t work for him the way it did for André, Juan, and Lukas. His face was, by all conventional standards, incredibly handsome, but Christina couldn’t be swayed whether he used it to woo and persuade or to guilt and get sympathy. She rolled her eyes and pulled her short bat from the back of her belt nevertheless.

“Danke, mein Schatz. Ich kaufe dir später einen Drink.”

“Ich hoffe du stürzt nicht zuerst ab.”

The other rider tried to swat her with her own crop and only managed to spook his horse, which made her laugh for a couple of seconds before she felt bad for the animal and gave him a reassuring pat. They went back to their schooling, and she went back to thinking about the rest of her night.

“If we get back to the hotel by like, a little after 7, do you think there’s enough time to nap before dinner? I would shower, nap, and then get ready. And by nap I mean...short enough that my hair wouldn’t fully dry.”

“Depends how long it takes to get ready,” Juan smiled. He also started to reach for her waist, and stopped himself. He grabbed her wrist instead, as if to check the time on her watch. The current time really had no bearing on what they were talking about.

“Not that long. It’s just dinner, right? We’re not doing a red carpet.”

“Right. I think you’re fine.”

“I think you’re fine too, Juanin.” The rider winked and blew a kiss at her companion, and then immediately announced her intention to go get back on her Dutch horse.

Her time in the schooling ring was mostly just to get Socks ready to go jump around in the real ring, and he too was fine. There were some disagreements about pace and leaning in the real ring, which stemmed largely from that loose-ring snaffle in his mouth. It’s an active bit that moves around, and he was sensitive. What he tolerated while working on the flat, when subtlety and considered were easier and more plentiful, he was less amenable to while jumping- while he was asked to do more things at once, with less delicacy. His eggbutt snaffle was better for turning as well, as it provided a few inches of straight, fixed bar that would put pressure on the side of his mouth when the opposite rein was pulled. They worked on a few things together and used up all of their allotted time. Christina talked with Tom on the way back to their stabling about the Thursday agenda, and got out of her boots and spurs right away so that she could leave. She always felt guilty bailing on her groom when he still had a lot of work to do, but he didn’t mind. Sometimes she just got in the way and slowed the process anyway. The horses got goodnight kisses. The athletes headed for the Four Seasons, where the more recent World Cup winner raced into the shower.

“I feel so much better,” she declared afterward, naked, with her phone and a towel. She stretched out on the king size bed to check her messages, and used the towel as a pillow. Juan had been sitting up by the headboard. He scooted down to lie beside her on his elbow.

“Is it naptime?” he inquired, already in nap appropriate clothing.

“In two seconds it is.” The naked girl was telling her husband to have their son call her in an hour.

“Are you sure?” A warm palm reached for her tummy, and settled just under her belly button.

“Mhm.” Christina didn’t really notice it right away.

“Positive?” Then it slid lower. She turned the phone down, away from her face.

“Watcha doin?”

“You can’t walk in here nude with hard nipples and lay yourself on the bed like a gift and think the activity I’m most interested in with you is a nap.”

“It’s cold,” she argued defensively, a hand instinctively moving to cover one breast. “And I forgot to bring clothes in with me before.” As another hand moved instinctively between her legs, she put her iPhone down on the bed and prepared to be more animated about her dismissal of the Spaniard’s insinuation that she was deliberately trying to tease.

“So sexy, angel,” he mumbled on his way to kissing her cheek. Oh I love that voice, she groaned to herself. The sound was a much bigger influence for her in that moment than the fingertips padding around where she’d literally just shaved and moisturized. Her skin there was softer than Dirk’s velvet nose, and if she were alone, and not desperately interested in napping, she probably would have been naked in bed because she intended to touch there herself. He smells good too. I haven’t been this close to him since this morning, before we got up. Eyeeerghhh, I just got all nice and clean, and I wanted to nap. There was a battle going on between the rider’s senses and her plans. Juan’s perfect fingers were getting ever nearer to being inside her, which tickled but in a good way, his broad lower lip was sort of slowly stroking up her jawbone, which meant his breath also tickled but in a good way, his Gucci Guilty Black was infiltrating her nose, which put her under a special kind of influence, and her ears were impatiently waiting to hear more intimate mumbling. Ugh, fine. I’ll nap when I’m dead, I guess.

“Make it quick,” Christina advised as she turned on her side and curled up to her Chelsea man. She smooched him properly on the mouth and hitched her left leg over his hip.

“There’s plenty of time.” He kissed at her neck, and hugged her close, and squeezed her butt, and nothing he did gave any indication that he was interested in hurrying. They never got past the food blockade and into the back-stretching sex she planned out the night before. They couldn’t get past the nesting phase. Cuddling and making out and talking was too good, and then it was bedtime. If the Spanish player always told the truth, it meant he somehow found a way to not just rip the clothes off his long-distance girlfriend and demolish her in 5 minutes to indulge all of the sexual needs gone ignored in her absence. “There’s time to fuck my sexy girl now, to take her to dinner...feed her dessert...bring her back, and to fuck her again. On her knees. On her back. In my arms. In my lap. There is time to love every beautiful part of her the right way,” Juan told her as he moved his kisses and touches around, and eventually got on top of her and between her thighs.

Her arms were around his neck when he pushed his hips into hers, and she bit the left side of her lower lip- hard- to try to contain the big cheesy, anticipatory grin that wanted to show him how into his plans she was. It was one of the best kinds of feelings- that knowledge that you’re getting something really good later. It was almost like the couple of seconds before an orgasm, when she knew it would happen no matter what else did. The right line was crossed and nothing could ruin it. The Spaniard told her once that the look on her face in that moment was special to him, because it was the only time she ever looked completely sure and at ease. His agenda for the night wasn’t as guaranteed as that, but the feeling was still good, and kind of awakening. Nothing turned Christina on faster than the attraction of someone she loved and wanted to impress.

“Hurry uhhhhp,” she giggled when his beard tickled her cheek while he kissed the top of her right shoulder. He bit it just hard enough to make her squeal and laugh, and then rolled over her leg back to his spot to take his shorts and underwear off. The rider sat up to help, or to offer the services of her mouth once the clothes were out of the way, in hopes that the return service might then be forthcoming, but watching him push his shorts and briefs down gave her a mildly unpleasant flashback.

Note to all wives or girlfriends of footballers who are interested in having a second, simultaneous relationship with an additional footballer: probably you should choose ones sponsored by different shoe companies, she thought. The gray adidas shorts with black stripes around one leg plus Calvin Klein waistband combo visual was one she had at home all the time. Those were André’s favorite shorts. He had the matching sweatpants and hoody too, just like Juan. They got all the same free clothes from adidas, usually on the same day. Lots of players did. I’m gonna miss boyfriend so much by tomorrow night. The one shitty thing about your relationship with your husband being really great for a change, besides that it just automatically makes you feel extra guilty when you’re with your approved boyfriend, is that it’s really hard to be away from him for like a whole week, even when you have a really good replacement to keep you company. Even when he has a really nice dick, she mused as she absently laid back down on her side, the opposite way as Juan, and reached for the really nice dick. He wiggled closer to her, twisted over, pushed her right leg up in the air, and applied his tongue in a manner that ensured she forgot about missing André virtually immediately.

The Spaniard had a method. Christina had secret names for different parts of it. For example, he always began with what she called “The Cross”. With his tongue flat, he licked a straight line up and down a couple of times, and then stopped in between the top and bottom, a little bit closer to the top than the bottom, and shifted the tip of his tongue back and forth to get in between the folds. That spot happened to be close enough to her clit that it felt really, really good after the teasing of the prior licks. Then he “Check[ed] the Weather”. His tongue, inside the growing puffy lips, slid down until it reached an opening, which it stretched into on an exploratory mission, at least in her mind, to see how much wetness was in there, how turned on she was. If there was anything there to kind of scoop with the tip of his tongue and spread around, he went back to moving it up and down the puffy parts. If there wasn’t much there, it was “Spiral Time”, in which the narrowest part of his tongue did laps around her clit and occasionally paused to go back and forth, up and down just one side of it. There was also usually a period during which Juan ventured away from all of that and kissed her inner thigh, higher up on her public bone, and even as far down as her calf. There was always a phase involving two fingers inside her while he licked at her clit, and most recently, a time dedicated to traveling south, into butt-territory. After the first couple of things, he mixed it all up and kept her unsure of what was coming.

Christina had a method too, but like Juan, didn’t get through most of it before he got on top of her again. He didn’t get close enough for her to hug his neck again though. With his hands flat on the bed and his arms straight, he could look down at her body- the toned, lean, hourglass form that so turned him on before that he just had to have it right away. She got that, so she ran her hands all around her stomach and chest, and held onto her breasts, and reached down to rub at herself to further improve the sight for him. She held onto his arms sometimes too, when what he was doing was too overwhelming to care about what he was seeing. In fact, as she got more and more into what his hips could do for her, she wished he’d stop watching and come down closer and kiss her, or kiss her neck when her head was pushed back, or lick at a nipple.

“Draw it out or get it over with?” the blue-eyed Blue asked.

“Wait I want to turn over- Or-“ His girlfriend waffled in indecision about what she wanted, mumbling with one eye open and the other squeezed shut. I guess we could do that later. I need time to get ready. “Get it over with I guess,” she shrugged at him with a little smile. “Don’t get it over with for you in there though.”

“Why not?” He sat up straighter, on his knees, with her thighs on his forearms, and studied her totally unsexy expression. He stopped moving in and out of her, and stilled his hand down by where they were joined instead of rubbing at her clit, the original purpose for its arrival there.

“I don’t want to be all icky when we go out. I’ll feel cleaner if I just wipe it off my tummy.” Christina laughed because she didn’t realize how much skepticism and suspicion was looking back at her. It was right there waiting for her when she finished being amused by herself. She reached for his waist, and pushed his t-shirt up a little so that she could hold onto him there. “Or you can cum in my mouth if you want. Whichever.”

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