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If you think the lack of thumbs will save you, you’re wrong.
(Some rp between @cykondotexe and I - edited slightly to read as a story. Our home can be found in SecondLife: Junaar do Lok Sunvaar)
Critter leads the bunny-pony to the wooden horse, easily picks him up, and pulls him over it. He lets out a huff as he settles into place.
She unchains his mitts from his collar and links him to the rings on the wooden horse tightly. After, she goes to the nearby cabinet and slips one of her own fore-hooves into a loose-ish rubber mitten, scoops up the pump needed to shine the bunny-pony, and comes back. She looks him over for any stuck debris, and finding him clean, starts with his boots. Zaichik trembles a little feeling his arms being unlocked and stretched over the horse. He bites down on his bit a little, feeling himself get chained down, unable to move. He wonders what Critter is up to, so he sticks his nose up in the air with a few twitches and sniffs before he feels a cold sensation on his boots. The horse gives the hooves of his boots extra attention. Being a pony of pride, she knows the appeal to having glossy hooves. Once they're both shining, she dribbles some over his legs, starting from ankle, up to his thighs, just under his cuffs. Considering her hooves, she spreads it over quite evenly, and kneads his leg muscles gently. Idly, she speaks, "Can't have my pony cramping during his exercises today, can I?" The bunny-pony twitches his nose before letting out a small gasp, the cold sensation of the polish startling him. He finds himself pretty relaxed as Critter’s hoof slides over his rubbery legs, squeaking and shining more as she polishes. She moves up and puts more polish on the pony, directly on his rear. She keeps her method, coating his rear entirely before massaging the muscles there too, being careful not to let the fur of his little bunny tail get too messy.
He lets out another startled moan, the cold polish dripping and running down his rear. He gives another moan feeling Critter’s hooves rub over his rear and he pulls against his restraints a little. The sensation of having his butt polished was... different for him. He flicks and wiggles his tail every so often to clear away any polish that might have gotten on it and keeps it lifted up so Critter can reach every spot she can. She keeps massaging for a while longer, indulging herself in pampering that tiny little rump. Eventually, she moves to his hips, polishing those down too and moving to polish the back side of his corset. Once finished, she gives his rear a smack. Zaichik lifts his rear a little, rather enjoying the massage. Considering how many times he's fallen recently, he found the rubs to be rather soothing and relaxing. He clenches his toes a little, feeling Critter rub down his hips. Not soon after the horse reaches his corset, he starts to pant a little. The panting gets a little heavier, before a soft giggle can be heard. It seems the bunny is a little ticklish around that spot. He tried to keep it in the best he can, but seemingly can’t help himself and lets out another giggle, before returning to clench his bit. He lets out a sigh of relief as Critter backs away, before delivering a smack across his rear, the tightly polished rubber on rubber making the sensation a lot more painful as the bunny jolts forward with a rather noisy, "HMMP!" Critter couldn't help but smile while he giggled, but reacted to the startled bunny with a wide, toothy grin. She gave his rump a brief rub before moving and kneeling down in front of him. The horse pumps polish onto his shoulders and lets it dribble some before working his arms. She kneads around his elbows especially, considering how long he's had his mittens chained to his collar. The bunny-pony lets out a soft nicker as the horse gives his rear a few more rubs, the bunny starting to stretch out his limbs as much as the chains would let him as Critter reaches the front of him. He lets out a squeak feeling the polish drip over his shoulders and run down his arms. He gives a soft purr as Critter starts to work down his arms, which were in need of a good massage and rub after being chained up so long. He lifts his nose up with a twitch, smelling Critter, as she was so close to him. He lets out a happy nicker as he relaxes over the wooden horse.
Critter smiles and nickers back at her pony, sounding very pleased. He was being a very good boy. The horse continues to work the muscles in his arms until they're completely lax, then gently begins polishing his mask and bridle, occasionally moving his ears out of the way.
He lifts his head up as much as he can so Critter can reach better. He tries to move his ears, but that results in nothing more than a few wiggles. He lets out another contented nicker as Critter polishes his mask, the sent of the thick rubber and polish filling his nostrils. That smell always did relax him. Critter quietly begins to purr at seeing her pony visibly relax. She pets his head and uses her mitt-free hoof to fluff up his ears again, before unlatching his chains. The horse moves him in a different position to shine his chest and the rest of his corset.
The bunny-pony moans softly, feeling himself being unchained, only to be chained again in a different position. Now, with the bunny sat up right, his legs and wrists chained down behind him, with his collar chained in front of him. He was just as restricted as before, though the girth of the wooden horse was definitely pulling at his hips. The horse ensures the chains are taut before excessively applying polish to his chest, and once again, lets it dribble. She starts at his chest, smoothing it over his suit, then down over his corset, concentrating particularly on his sides. Zaichik lets out another soft moan feeling the cold polish splash over his chest and down his sides. He stays fairly calm while Critter rubs into his chest, but as soon as she reaches his sides, he goes into a fit of giggles. His body tenses up and he tugs on the restraints a little. Seems the bunny is very ticklish on his sides, he giggles more and more desperately trying to bite down on his bit. The giggles turn into whines and he can’t restrain himself from doing so.
Critter can't help but laugh at the whimpering bunny-pony, lingering on his sides just a bit longer, then has mercy on him. She moves on to polish the parts of his thighs she couldn't reach earlier.
He slowly starts to calm down a little, his chest still pumping as some drool drips from his bit. He lets out a soft moan and a sigh of relief once more, slowly returning to a relaxed state when Critter starts to polish the rest of his thighs. Even though he’s chained up tightly the wooden horse, it stretched his body in ways he hasn’t been able to stretch in a long time. He finds himself feeling a lot looser and more relaxed, almost as if he could run several laps around the island.
Critter steps back to get a good look at him... the lights of the barn make his suit glisten and the rays of the afternoon sun shine through the windows and give him a warm glow. Satisfied, she begins to unchain him, starting with his arms. She bends his arms in and latches his mittens to his collar again. After, she unchains his legs and carefully helps him back down to the floor. The bunny-pony lets out a nicker as Critter chains his arms back to his collar. With his body now polished, it squeaks loudly as he moves. He makes his way back down to his feet in front of Critter and he turns to her and gives her a bow before getting in close and giving her a soft nuzzle on the cheek.
Critter beams as her pony bows to her first, and pets him gently as he comes in to nuzzle at her. She rubs her nose against his, careful not to touch his freshly polished mask, and purrs, "Such a good pony. I'm very proud of you." The horse opens the doors to the barn and stomps three times, to make him stand attention. "Let's get you some exercise."
Diffuse, Normal, and Specular Maps
I’ve been asked to explain diffuse, normal, and specular maps quite a few times, so I’ve made this post for future askers!
These terms are basically just fancy talk for “texture,” “bumpiness,” and “shininess.”
SecondLife provides presets of bumpiness and shininess, but using normal maps and specular maps, gives it a specific texture to the prim. These enhance the look and feel of prims in-world, making them life-like.
These can only be seen if you have advanced lighting enabled in your preferences.
(pictures provided above, enlarge to see the text better!)
The diffuse texture is the texture you see on a prim.
Dragging a texture from your inventory to the small square in your build window is normally how most texture a prim.
The normal texture is the bumpiness texture.
To add a normal map to your prim, select ‘bumpiness’ in your build window and drag the texture to the small square in your build window.
The specular texture is the shininess texture.
To add the specular, again, you drag it to the square in the ‘shininess’ section of your build window. In the shininess section, you’ll find two values to alter: glossiness, and environment.
Environment is basically what the SecondLife shininess presets use, and glossiness adds exactly that: gloss! Both values range from 0 to 255; none to max.
You’ll also notice that there is a small rectangle under the two adjustable values in the shininess section, this is where you can tint your glossiness with a colour. Example:
Clicking the rectangle and selecting a pink shade will make the gloss itself, pink.
SOMETHING TO NOTE:
You can only texture a prim you are wearing with a texture that has full permissions.
Otherwise, you will have to rez the prim and texture it while it’s rezzed!
(As a personal preference, I use Firestorm Viewer. Our viewers may differ, but it should have a similar set up! If you don’t have these options at all, chances are you are using an out of date viewer.)
It’s the most wonderful time of the yeeear!
The babblings of a lost initiate...
“She circled, eyes unblinking. Her presence commanded your attention, her dainty hooves danced slowly over the cobble stone, and yet echoed as if she were a beastly steed born from the righteous fury of god. Her silver coat shined in a way that seemed impossible, her mane and tail flowing and trailing softly in her wake. Those eyes… those eyes were endless pools, containing the swirling heavens themselves. Each stride brought on a feeling of awe, glimpsing a being that did not belong on this flawed earth… when she stopped, so did your heart. To have her halt, to pause in her flight to give you even a moment of her attention, was overwhelming. Tears would prick your eyes. And she would smile… and walk away. As soon as she entered your world, she left, and you are left feeling jealous, frustrated, empty… your goddess abandoned you.”