Growing Up Is Optional

The trio of ponies arrived near the heart of Ponyville, where Twilight’s library stood. The treehouse she called a home for herself and her profession hadn’t changed much, only growing a couple of inches in the past few years, since in its heart it was still a tree and would function as one. While the library was normally busy on a quiet afternoon, since many ponies usually checked by to read or study or just relax in the cozy interior, it was strangely empty that day. Taking no notice, the three friends were outside the door, Lockheart oddly giddy, Big on the verge of collapse, and Apple Bloom staying as far away from the weird unicorn as she could.

Lockheart knocked on the door. No answer came, but a commotion could be heard inside. He tilted his head and looked to Big Shot. “Isn’t the library open this time of day?”

“Yeah. Weird how they’d be closed. Guess there’s only one thing we can do.” Big turned around and walked off, only to come charging back banging on the door with all his might. “Anypony home in there?”

Apple Bloom clutched her hooves to her head in pain from his volume.

“Just a minute!” came the voice of Twilight Sparkle. The commotion inside got louder and louder, until several words could be made out every now and then. “You... not going... that’s final!”

“I don’t see why I can’t!” shouted a male voice from behind the door. “You’re smothering me like I’m a baby! Well newsflash, Twilight, I’m not a baby dragon anymore, so get over it!” The aggravated voice from behind the door was revealed when the door opened. The familiar face of Spike, Twilight’s number one assistant and resident bookkeeper, could be seen with a displeased frown. “What do you guys want?”

Big Shot never got used to exactly how big Spike had gotten over the years. While he wasn’t too big to make it through doors, he had certainly grown, though he did have to duck his head. His form was thin from years of doing little difficult physical labor, but the powerful muscles of a dragon still rippled under his scaly hide. His face had gotten narrower, more like a serpent due to losing his baby fat, and his eyes had turned into slits.

“I had a bit of a magic accident and was hoping Twilight could patch it up,” Lockheart said meekly, feigning pain. His persona had changed, but not to the one he used on adults. It was the one he used for seduction. Big Shot wanted to smack him in the back of the head, but held back the urge.

Spike blinked boredly, not the least bit interested in Lockheart’s plight or seduction technique. Calling over his shoulder, he yelled, “Hey Twilight, there’s some ponies here for you!”

Lockheart gave a pout that said “fine, be that way,” as Twilight’s hoofsteps could be heard approaching the door. “So sorry for the delay. What do you-” She gasped when she opened the door fully and got a good look at Lockheart. “Sweet Celestia, what happened to you?!”

The librarian had certainly changed over the years as well. She was in her mid twenties, and though she had gained a bit of weight from the lack of world-saving adventures for the past year or two, it went to all the right places in Big Shot’s opinion. She also sported a pair of horn-rimmed glasses that she likely thought looked stylish, but in reality made her look adorable in a dorky sort of way. Sexy librarian at its finest, and both Lock and Big Shot couldn’t help but let their eyes wander just a tad.

“Magic accident,” Lockheart said with a sigh. “Tried a Want It Need It charm and it exploded in my face.”

“And that shrink spell you’ve been doing for the last week certainly hasn’t helped,” Big Shot grumbled under his breath as he entered the book filled abode.

“Oh dear,” Twilight sighed. “Lockheart, I know you’re eager to get into advanced magic, but you’re just not at that level yet. You need to practice less complex spells first, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded, avoiding eye contact with her. He’d heard the same thing from her many, many times in the past. Big Shot was there for most of them. It was a lecture both of them were bored with.

“Come on in and I’ll get you patched up,” Twilight said, opening the door and stepping to the side for them to come in. “You’re free to stay if you want, Big Shot.” She blinked and looked over his shoulder. “Oh, Apple Bloom, are you with them too?”

“Um... yes, I am,” the farm pony answered hesitantly as she trotted inside after the pair of stallions.

“So, whose marefriend are you? The big one’s or the skinny one’s?” Spike asked, flipping through a comic book.

“N-neither!” Apple Bloom sputtered, her face growing as red as her namesake. “I’m just Big Shot’s friend, is all.”

“Aw, Apple Bloom, you break my heart,” Lockheart snickered.

Apple Bloom shot him a glare that said she wasn’t in the mood for any of his shit.

“Glad to see you’re making friends, Big Shot,” Twilight said with a soft smile as she perused her library of spell books, finally deciding on one with a green cover with the symbol for medical magic on the front.

“Yeah, friends...” Big Shot stared at Spike, who flopped lazily over a sofa. While he didn’t know the teenage dragon personally, he’s always had time for small talk and thought he was alright. And the heated argument he and Twilight just had was certainly an interesting topic. “Why were you guys yelling at each other?” Spike stiffened and sulked more into his comic book.

“Ah think that’s not the best thing ta ask, Big,” Apple Bloom whispered to him.

“Now, just hold still,” Twilight instructed as her horn glowed over Lockheart, the magic tome open in front of her as the young stallion’s horn began to grow back with the sickening squelch of re-growing bone and arteries.

“I want to go to high school. But Twilight won’t let me,” Spike spoke up, glaring his reptilian eyes full of contempt at Twilight’s direction.

She let out a sigh of the long suffering as she continued the healing process. “Spike, not in front of other ponies. It’s none of their business, and we don’t want them getting tangled in something between the two of us.”

“Well, they know now, so let’s involve them anyway,” Spike shot back. “Hey you guys. Wouldn’t it be way better if I went to an actual school, instead of being trapped in here all day?” he asked the assembled teens.

“You are not trapped,” Twilight said firmly.

“Ah don’t see why you shouldn’t come; a lot of ponies there are really nice,” Apple Bloom said, smiling at the big dragon.

“You sure you want to go? High school is full of freaks and weirdos, and you’re stuck with them. I should know, I’m one of them,” Lockheart half joked.

“Yeah, Lock, that’s a great confidence builder,” Big said to the smiling unicorn stallion. “No wonder others think you’re a joy to be around.”

“I brighten up every room I step into so much I’m mistaken for Celestia herself,” he said with a wistful sigh. “Though they figure out I’m not when my plot doesn’t have a gravitational field.”

“Okay, that’s enough sass out of you,” Twilight said with a poke to his nose as she finished up healing his horn.

“They usually figure that out when you open that stupid trap of yours,” Big muttered under his breath. Lockheart’s ego was certainly like the sun, big and at the center of his universe, with everyone else little planets circling around it. Big Shot was surprised his head didn’t snap off his neck already from the severe amount of swelling it received.

Apple Bloom snickered and whispered, “Nice one.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said with a bow before trotting into her bathroom.

Big finally spoke up when Lockheart entered the bathroom. “Okay, listen up,” Big said to Spike, a serious expression on his face. “High school is serious business. There’s going to be classes to go to, assholes to deal with, and all the usual shit teenagers deal with. You want to do that, fine. Go right ahead. I ain’t trying to sugarcoat it or something, because school can be rough. But there are friends there too.”

“Big Shot, I appreciate the fact you’re somepony with a good head on your shoulders, but watch your language,” the librarian chided as she put her book back.

“Friends like him?” Spike asked, pointing to the bathroom Lockheart entered.

Big facehoofed and said, “Besides him, there are other friends you can meet. Give it a shot if you want.”

Spike rubbed his chin in thought and turned to Twilight. “Can I, Twilight?” Spike asked, his pupils growing to three times their size. “Pretty please?”

The librarian looked into Spike’s puppy dog eyes before letting out a sigh. “Fine, go ahead. I’m just really worried that other ponies wouldn’t take to sharing classes with you very well. Not everypony is very nice, especially in high school.”

“Got that right,” Big Shot said, just as Lockheart walked out of the bathroom. He instantly noticed everyone giving him disapproving glares.

“What did I do this time?” he grumbled, hanging his head with a sigh. Backed in the corner, and he went for the pity points, as always.

“You know what you did. Just be glad no one filmed it!” Big joked, instantly earning a laugh from Spike and causing the two other mares to blush.

“Ha ha, very funny,” he said with a roll of his eyes as he trotted back to Big Shot’s side. “We have our whole weekend ahead of us. What do you wanna do, Big?”

“I dunno. Last week all we did was sneak into the Ponyville Spa and-” Noticing how there were two mares standing nearby and what he said next could possibly bite him back later, he chose his next words carefully. “-get relaxing back massages. Heh, heh, heh.”

Twilight cocked an eyebrow; she wasn’t buying it. Apple Bloom, bless her heart, was a trusting soul. “Oh, Ah didn’t know you were the sort of ponies who went to the spa.”

Lockheart smiled the way Big imagined a cat would after finding an unguarded bird’s nest. “Oh yes, we go there every now and then. Big Shot just loves joining me in the steam room, don’t you Big?”

“I swear on Celestia’s giant ass I will make you regret being born if you continue this conversation,” Big whispered through gritted teeth to Lockheart. And, of course, the maniacal unicorn wasn’t going to listen to him.

Lockheart bit his lip, as if he wanted to say something back but decided against it. Instead he said, “And he loves his hooficures, too, though the big guy always ruins them by the next day.”

“Oh really? Ah go there with Sweetie Belle every now and then,” Apple Bloom admitted. “Ah’ve never seen you two around, though.”

“Well, that’s because we go really early,” Big cut in. “Yeah, gotta get the early appointment and all that stuff.”

“Wow, I can’t believe you guys do all those girly things,” Spike teased, giggling slightly at the thought of the two ponies in front of him getting hooficures.

“You say girly, I say defying gender roles,” Lockheart said, sticking his nose in the air and flicking his tail.

“That’s a very good way to look at it,” Twilight said with a smile as she sorted some returned books. “You should really be less concerned with gender norms, Spike. I raised you better than that.”

“Yeah, if raised can be the right word for that,” Spike muttered under his breath, his tail whipping back and forth in an irritated manner.

“I heard that,” Twilight said flatly.

“Anyway, shall we be going? Don’t want to keep Aloe and Lotus waiting,” Lockheart said with a furtive wink to Big Shot.

“Um, yeah! We’ll be seeing you guys!” Big called out to Twilight and Spike as Apple Bloom and Lockheart departed. Twilight waved goodbye eagerly while all Spike could manage was a half hearted salute.

After they were safely out of earshot of the library, Lockheart snickered. “Oh, I’m going to hook up with that dragon even if it kills me.”

“Yeah, good luck with that,” Apple Bloom said with a roll of her eyes. “Spike isn’t really on the market.”

“Doesn’t he still have that crush on Rarity?” Big Shot asked.

“Rarity told him it just wasn’t gonna happen about a month ago,” Apple Bloom said. “Absolutely broke his heart.”

“So he’s on the rebound, then?” Lockheart asked, leaning in.

“You’re disgusting,” the farm pony spat, widening the distance between her and him.

“It’s part of my charm.”

“And that charm causes you to get restraining orders,” Big teased.

“I only have five so far,” the unicorn responded defensively.

“How in the hell did you get only five?” Apple Bloom asked, looking over Lockheart like it was impossible for him to exist.

“By a combination of persistence and being an annoying prick. Since he has plenty of both qualities laying around, I’m not surprised he doesn’t have more. Heck, I’m shocked you dropped your restraining order on him before it went through,” Big said to Apple Bloom.

“Ah realized he was too pathetic to slap one on ‘im,” she said with a dead straight face.

“Ooh, ouch,” Lockheart hissed with a flinch. “That’s cold, Apple Bloom.”

“It’s true.”

“And may the truth set you free, yada, yada, yada, forgetaboutit, let’s go!” Big hurriedly pushed his two acquaintances away from the library and into the open air of Ponyville. While many things about the small town were the same over the years, the term small couldn’t be used to describe it anymore. Bustling street corners and one of the biggest open markets in the region turned Ponyville into a thriving town with construction crews making new buildings, stores, and houses to accommodate the new expanded population.

Aloe and Lotus’ spa in particular had expanded to meet the demand. Being the first and only spa in a major boomtown, they quickly raked in the bits and expanded on their building. It was one of the biggest and most lucrative businesses in town, third only to the Carousel Boutique and the vastly expanded Sweet Apple Acres.

Neither of those other places had nearly as much potential for sexy shenanigans though, so guess which one was popular with teenagers.

“Psst, Lock, how are we going to go to the spa if Apple Bloom is following us?” Big whispered to Lockheart, eying Apple Bloom.

“I know a mare who can keep her distracted,” he whispered back as he held the front door for both of his companions with a bow. “Ladies first,” he teased.

“After you then,” Big teased, stepping to the side to let Apple Bloom through.

“Thank ya,” Apple Bloom said with a polite nod to Big Shot, ignoring Lockheart completely. The unicorn just rolled his eyes and ushered Big inside, holding the door open for a few adults before joining them in the spa lobby.

The spa was elegantly decorated, the walls painted a relaxing hue of blue and the marble floor adding a nice touch of higher living. The aroma of a multitude of shampoos and other personal hygiene products wafted through the air, creating a feeling of calm in the building. And boy, was Big Shot uncomfortable. He didn’t like cleanliness in general, only doing the basics so he could go out in public without turning ponies off by his scent. But he was horny as a dragon’s back, and the steam room looked tempting.

Lockheart snickered next to him. “Keep your wood hidden or Apple Bloom will catch onto us,” he whispered as he approached the front desk to talk to the clerk.

“Keep your personality hidden or else everyone will hate you. Oh wait, too late for that,” Big replied, trying to close his legs over his member so no other pony noticed. “Besides, why are you looking there anyway?”

“Must you ask?” Lockheart said with a wink as he turned his attention to the mare manning the desk. “Good afternoon, miss. My friends and I don’t have an appointment, so we’ll take whatever you have.” He leaned in and whispered, “Could I ask that my lady friend get serviced by Pina Colada, though? She kind of has a thing for that pink pony, if you catch my drift.”

Apple Bloom cocked an eyebrow. “What’s he whisperin’ about?”

“Um, he’s just making our appointment. Nothing too bad,” Big said, trying to put her at ease. While he would usually try and put a stop to one of Lock’s devious plans, he really wanted to get into the steam room and return to his favorite spot. And Apple Bloom definitely didn’t fit into that plan. “Just relax a little.”

She smiled at her fellow earth pony as Lockheart handed over the bits to the clerk. “Consider this visit on me,” he said with a grin as he returned to his friend and his frienemy.

“Gee, how thoughtful of ya,” Apple Bloom deadpanned, eying him with suspicion.

“Think nothing of it,” he said, either ignoring or not noticing her suspicion. “Though I got you somepony special to take care of you, separate from us. She’s a friend of mine, and I figured you wouldn’t want to relax around us rowdy young colts.”

“Why does the fact she’s a friend a’ yers make me more nervous?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Hey, I’m a friend of his!” Big interrupted.

“Good point,” Apple Bloom said with a more relaxed smile.

“He has those sometimes,” Lockheart teased. “She should be here any second. Big and I will just get out of your hair for now, if you don’t mind.”

“Don’t mind me none,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hoof. “You two go have fun. Stay out of trouble, Big.”

“Sure, I’ll remember that,” Big said, waving goodbye as he and Lock departed for their pervy mission. That’s when Apple Bloom heard a voice behind her.

“Miss Bloom, I’m Pina Colada, and I’ll be your masseuse today.”

Apple Bloom turned to see a mare around her age, though she looked a bit younger. Her magenta mane with pale pink streaks was perfectly combed and cascaded like a waterfall off her head, a few locks covering her left eye. Her coat was also pale pink and looked like she had a hide of velvet. Her well-toned flank sported a cutie mark of a small desert island with a palm tree on it. She looked at Apple Bloom with her uncovered teal eye, waiting for a response.

“U-um... hi,” Apple Bloom said with a slight blush. “You’re Lockheart’s friend?”

Pina Colada giggled, giving a dismissive wave of her hoof. “Weeeell, you could say that,” she said, winking. “But I’m also his main masseuse, so you can count on me on doing a good job.”

The farm pony blushed a bit deeper as she trotted over. “You’re, um... well. You’re not like him, are ya? Because ta be honest, that colt creeps me out somethin’ fierce,” she admitted.

“You don’t have to worry,” Pina said, shaking her head. “I’m more on the relaxed side than him. That colt should really cool it with his... usual antics, but what are you gonna do? Ready for that massage yet?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows seductively.

Apple Bloom’s head felt like it was going to pop from how much blood was rushing into her cheeks. “O-okay, Miss Colada.” She bit her lip and whispered, “Just... just so ya know, Ah’m a happily taken mare, okay? So no funny business.”

“Sure, I’m a professional after all,” Pina assured her. But that swing in her step and the eye catching sway of her plot spoke otherwise.

“Lock, move over!” Big hissed at his friend in the cramped steam room.

“Blargh, fine,” the unicorned groaned, shifting over. “You need to lose weight so we can both fit in here, if for no other reason.”

“Just shut up and let me get to the spot,” Big said, shoving his friend against the wall. He made his way over to the corner, the thick steam hiding even his large frame. He checked to make sure nopony was looking and lifted one of the tiles from the wall, revealing a small hole. A hole connected to the mare’s steam room right next door.

“Well, who’s in there today?” Lockheart asked, crossing his legs yet making no attempt to hide his erection. They’d both seen each other’s malehoods plenty of times during such covert missions, so they were fairly comfortable bearing all at that point.

“Oh man, it couldn’t be better. We have Tornado Bolt in here. And is that Fruitbasket I see? And... oh dear Celestia, Tootsie Flute’s plot is only a foot away!” All three of the mares were in various stages of relaxation, ranging from lounging on the benches, rubbing bath oils in their coat, or Big’s personal favorite, stretching their muscles out. All in a steamy room where their manes glistened and their coats stuck to their skin.

“Jackpot,” Lockheart said with a wide grin. “Am I allowed to get a peek, or do you wanna rub one out first?”

“Not with you standing right next to me,” Big grunted, too absorbed with his findings to take notice of his friend.

“Want me to turn away? Because your cock looks like it’s about to burst a blood vessel,” he observed with a teasing purr.

The response was a hoof pushing his head away with great force. “How many times do I have to tell you not to make comments like that in here? This is probably my only time to truly get some really awesome fap action. You get plenty of action as it is, so please refrain yourself from ruining my good time. I sure don’t do that to you.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll be quiet,” Lockheart giggled, turning away to give his friend some privacy and humming a little tune.

Their bickering was interrupted by Tornado Bolt letting out a happy sigh. “Oh, this feels so fucking good,” she purred, stretching her hind legs and wriggling her muscular rump. Her gray coat was glistening with a mix of water and sweat as the steam laid her purple mane flat. As one of Scootaloo’s fellow athletes, she had a physique to rival her fellow orange pegasus. If it wasn’t for her voice, Big Shot could have just pretended it was her.

“Told you that you’d like it here,” Tootsie Flute giggled, shifting her own pale aqua plot in her seat. “It’s really good to just relax after a long day of school.” As a musician, her body was thin and frail, but she made it work. Her narrow hips and blue bum were just plain cute, and he could only imagine how tight it was.

“Or on the farm,” Fruitbasket said with a relaxed sigh as she stretched out. She spread her legs ever so slightly, giving the peeping stallion a view of her pink marehood, though it was hard to make out against her magenta fur. “My parents have been workin’ me ta death.” She giggled tiredly, her smile creasing those adorable freckles of hers.

“By Celestia’s fucking ass this is awesome,” Big whispered to himself. If he wasn’t already in a sauna a sweat would’ve begun to pour down his face. Grabbing his erect cock gently, he rubbed up and down, his own sweat acting as a pretty decent lube.

“You’re working yourself to death, you mean,” Tootsie Flute teased. “You’re a workaholic and you know it.” She leaned to the side and prodded the farm pony, her tight right cheek squishing against the bench as her weight shifted. Her tail flicked, moving out of the way just enough for Big Shot to get a glimpse of her pink pucker.

“Okay, okay, maybe Ah take a bit too much work,” Fruitbasket admitted with another cute giggle. She shifted in her seat, closing her legs and cutting off the stallion’s view of her pussy. “But it’s harvest season and the more Ah get done now, the less Ah have ta do later.”

“You still need to unwind more, Fruity,” Tootsie said, flicking her tail again.

“Maybe find a nice stallion to unwind with?” Tornado Bolt suggested with a waggle of her eyebrows and a lewd thrust of her hips against her bench, her plot moving up and down in Big Shot’s field of vision.

“Well, it can’t get any easier than this,” Big said, his slow pace of beating his stick shifting into maximum overdrive. Using both hooves now to grip his dick, he pressed down with all his force and continued to move his hooves up and down. He was panting, his tongue rolling out of his mouth like the animal he was. “Come on you sluts, do something naughty,” he begged, keeping his voice low so they didn’t actually hear him.

“Charming,” Lockheart commented under his breath with a chuckle, but Big Shot was beyond caring.

Fruitbasket was blushing, her freckled cheeks turning red. “Ah really don’t have time ta date anypony at the moment. Besides, Ah wouldn’t do... that. Not yet, anyway.”

“Come on, you really need to live a little,” Tornado Bolt said with a wave of her hoof. “It doesn’t even really need to be a date. Just find a colt, ask him for a quick bang, and boom, tension gone. I guarantee you that there is not a single stallion in Equestria that would say no to you.”

“Me included,” Big interrupted, more to himself than anyone else.

“Ah’m really not that kind of gal,” Fruitbasket said shyly, shifting her hips and covering the crevice of her plot with her tail as if to protect it from the dangers of sex.

“Suit yourself,” Tornado said with a shrug. “I know quite a few good stallions I could hook you up with if you’re ever interested, though.”

“Hey, I’m supposed to be the matchmaker of the group,” Tootsie Flute pouted playfully, crossing her forelegs.

Tornado let out a giggle. “Yeah, for long term junk. I know the stallions who are more than willing to show a mare a good time then give her a good rutting,” she said, teasingly lifting up her tail and shaking her plot. Fruitbasket covered her eyes and blushed up a storm while Tootsie averted hers.

“Looks like Celestia does answer prayers,” Big grunted, in the full swing of his carnal desires. The constant pull and push of his shlong made drool fly from his mouth, and he started huffing and puffing in a manner more closely related to when he’s running. Hormones had taken over his body and he gladly gave them the keys to the front seat.

“No offense, but I think Fruity’s taste in ponies is closer to mine,” Tootsie said.

“Not if she’s got an itch only cock can cure,” Tornado teased, lowering her tail again. “Shady Daze is a really good lay. So is Strike. I hear Pipsqueak is too, but he’s gay, so that’s out. Lockheart is good too, and he really knows how to treat a mare like she matters.”

“Horsecrap,” Big muttered under his breath. Lockheart just whistled innocently.

“Doesn’t really matter; no way Ah’m going for a one night stand or anythin’ like that,” Fruitsbasket said, blushing up bright and wriggling her hips shyly.

“What, are you into mares or something?” Tornado teased, slipping off her bench with a devious grin.

“N-no!” Fruitbasket stammered, turning redder. “You know Ah’m a straight gal!”

“Oh, I bet you are, sweetie,” Big teased, licking his salty lips. He was nearing the edge, but he wanted to hang on a bit longer for what was to come.

“Oh really?” Tornado said coyly. “Are you sure about that? Have you ever really tried sampling for the other team?”

“No, of c-course not,” Fruity said with a huff, crossing her forelegs.

“Tornado, you know I’m the only filly fooler in here,” Tootsie said with a slight blush and shift in her seat, once again squishing her cute cheeks into the wooden bench.

“How about we see about that?” Tornado turned around and presented her plot, moving her tail out of the way with a wide grin. Luckily for Big’s libido and unfortunately for his dignity, he got an eyeful of her pucker and marehood as well as Fruitbasket squeaked and turned away. “Does this get you hot, Fruity?”

“I think we all know the answer to that one.” Big could barely hold it in, but he didn’t want to stop. It was like he was balanced on a razor thin wire and any push can shove him over the edge.

“Tornado!” the farm pony practically shouted, her purple fur turning bright red.

The pegasus burst out laughing and collapsed on the floor, kicking her legs in the air with her marehood still plainly in view. “The look on your face! Oh sweet Celestia, that was priceless!”

“That wasn’t nice,” Tootsie huffed, blushing up a storm herself. Her tail flicked away from her crevice, and Big Shot could see for a fact that the sudden exhibitionism had gotten Tootsie wet, at least.

“She’s not the only one.” At that moment, the mental barriers to Big’s hormone addled mind sprung right open in an all around muscle quenching shock of organsmic pleasure as he, really liked to call it for some reason, released the hounds. White nectar coated the wall in front of him, while even more was being pumped out as Big’s dick went limp. The messy white coat of sperm was soon washed away by trickles of moisture from the steam into the drain pipe in the middle of the room. But Big felt oddly hollow inside, anticlimactic in a way.

“Hey, I’m not a nice mare,” Tornado giggled as she got back on all fours.

“All done, big guy?” Lockheart asked, still facing away.

“Yeah. Really thought some nice mare on mare action would happen, but nothing. Still, pretty good show they put on. Enjoy yourself.”

“Heh, I won’t take long,” Lockheart assured with a giggle as he moved to take Big’s spot.

“Doesn’t that usually happen with you?” Big teased, a playful smirk on his face.

“Shush or I’m finishing in your direction,” he teased back before he peeked through the opening, though they both know that he wouldn’t do that. Big Shot rolled his eyes and turned around, ruminating on what he just watched and beginning to ponder why he felt so empty afterward.