Moondancer rocked back and forth on his hooves, tail flicking nervously. "Did he - Macintosh - did he come to see me often? Before he left?"

Time Turner glanced over at him. "The nurse said he only came by a few times. Why do you ask? Have something going on?"

"We used to," he muttered, "but ever since times got tough for his farm, he's been getting distant."

"Is it my fault?" The second stallion stretched out a hoof, waving down a passing chariot. "I'd hate to be causing you problems."

"No, no, it's been a while." Moondancer idled as Time hoofed out bits to the driver before clambering into the carriage after him. "He's always been kind of jealous of my line of work. He used to be a stripper too, but he got a bit too large for the dancing and became a rutter instead. He spends his days working with sex lines and his nights being guided by marely hooves. He doesn't love the work - he prefers the guys - but he's paid off our rent doing that."

Time had blushed heavily, looking out the window. "That's... a bit more information than I needed."

Moondancer sighed, "sorry. It's been kind of hard on us, and we've drifted apart. I haven't had someone to talk to in a while."

"I get it."

A few minutes of awkward silence passed.

"So, how many times did you visit me? I know I was out of it for a while before they got all the drugs out of my system." Moondancer made sure to look away, crossing his hind legs just in case.

"Not too often." Time replied quickly, seeming to focus on something invisible or just really ordinary.

"Time Turner," Moondancer repeated, "how many times did you visit me?"

The stallion sighed, looking down at his hooves. "I rarely left."

"H-how long was I out?"

"A few days. I went home to get some supplies, answer some mail, clean up, and then came back." Time scuffed a hoof on the bench. "I didn't mean to be with you so much, I just... I didn't want you to wake up scared."

Moondancer smiled weakly. "I wake up scared most days. It's what I do."

"W-well, I wasn't staring at you like a maniac or anything." Time Turner laughed gently. "I just, y'know..."

"Fell in love?" Moondancer suggested, looking out the window.

Silence.

Time Turner shifted. "Yeah. I guess I did."

Moondancer's skin tingled as he felt hot breath on his neck. He shifted his back legs, tail flicking excitedly albeit against his will. "No..."

"Why not?" Time Turner's voice was low and husky next to his ear, and it took all of Moondancer's willpower to not give in right then.

Moondancer shifted, turning his haunches away from the other stallion to half-hide his growing erection. "We're almost home. We'll do it there."

"Well, actually, we're not going to your place." Time Turner drew away, laughing nervously. "Thunderlane kind of threw a party while you were at the hospital, and he may have gotten you kicked out."

"He did what?!" Moondancer shouted, slamming his shoulder against the door as he turned. Biting his tongue against a wave of pain, he growled. "I'm homeless now?!"

"Not exactly homeless, per say," Time Turner muttered. "There was more than enough room at my new place, so I moved all of your stuff into my guest room."

Moondancer turned to him with a look of pure horror plastered on his muzzle. "Did you look in the back of the third drawer?"

Time Turner hesitated before nodding slowly.

"You saw the magazines?" He muttered, putting his head in his hooves.

"You were pretty photogenic." Turner stated.

"Don't buy their saddles." Moondancer mumbled into his hooves. "They chafe horribly and the oil to make them smoother costs a fortune."

"Noted."

Another silence stretched between them, ended suddenly by a soft groan from Time Turner.

"Are you alright?"

"Fine." The stallion squeaked.

Moondancer turned around, rolling his eyes. "You've been watching me sleep for a week, you can tell me," his eyes drifted downwards, "anything."

"Don't look!" Time Turner yelled, squirming around until his back was to Moondancer. His fur shone slightly with sweat, the thin bands of light coming through the curtains dancing across his flicking tail.

"Hey, Turner." Moondancer quietly moved off of his seat, inching closer to the other stallion. "How long is it until we get to your place?"

"I live up near the castle, so we have a while." His frown was nearly audible. "Why?"

"Because," Moondancer crooned, hooking his front hooves over the other stallion's shoulders, "staying away from my job for this long has made me a little... frisky."

Time Turner keened softly as Moondancer ran his lips down Time's neck, his tail flicking against Moondancer's crotch as his enthusiasm grew.

"Not in the car." Time muttered, pulling away.

"Oh, come on." Moondancer purred, "you didn't mind that a few minutes ago."

"I mind it now!" He squeaked, turning halfway around to face him. "And since you're living in my house, we have to play by my rules."

"Mm, but I'm very upset that my house is gone. It would make me a lot better if you could just," Moondancer slipped his hoof around Time's flank, "play along."

"Boys?"

Moondancer glanced back over his shoulder, noticing the cabby's dark silhouette in the now-open door of the carriage. Time Turner muttered curses under his breath.

The cabby blinked a few times, shaking off the shock. "We've arrived. If I find any stains, you're paying for the cleaning."

"Of course, sir!" Time chirped, blushing, "and if you don't tell anyone ever, we'll tip you heavily!"

The cabby considered before stepping back and closing the door.

Moondancer let out a long hiss, drawing away from Time and collapsing down onto the bench. "In Celestia's holy name, you've driven me to rambunctiousness. You're a horrible influence on me."

"A horrible influence on you? The last sex I had was with a mare! Heck, they've all been with mares!" Turner pointed an accusing hoof at him, faltering after a moment and tapping his chin, "not that I'm complaining."

"Horrible influence." He repeated. "You are a horrible influence on a homeless, gay, stripper stallion who's been beaten up by his boss and probably fired."

Time Turner looked down at him. "Are you being sarcastic?"

"Was it not obvious?" Moondancer rested the back of his hoof on his forehead.

"Get up. The cabby's probably getting suspicious."

"He saw your dick." He stated, looking out from under his hoof. "Is suspicion really a part of this?"

Time Turner rolled his eyes. "Get up."

Moondancer rolled off the bench onto his hooves, doing his best to sound like he was in heat as Time Turner pushed the door open. Smirking at a backwards glare, he stumbled out into the driveway of the largest house he had ever seen.

The cabby pulled away as Time began trotting up the path. "Are you coming?"

"This is your house?!" Moondancer shouted, galloping up beside him.

"No," Time Turner corrected. "It's our home."

"You're kidding. You have to be."

"Nope. Not at all."

"This is your house. Like, to live in."

"Most definitely."

"And you call it a house."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I live here?" Time Turner pressed a number pad beside the door, and the lock audibly clicked open. He stepped aside, letting Moondancer through first.

"This is a mansion!" Moondancer shouted, turning in circles as he tried to take in the hallway. "You've got freaking gold inlays on your ceiling!"

"Well, I'd hope so. This place cost a fortune."

"Your curtains are silk! What is this carpet even made of, clouds?"

"Well, actually, I bought it from that little store down the street on sale, but-"

"Where in Equestria do you work?!"

Time Turner looked at his hooves. "I'd rather not say."

Moondancer rolled his eyes. "I am a stripper. I spend my days and nights making sure my penis is healthy. Are you sure your job is bad enough to hide?"

"I'm Celestia's scribe, okay?! I keep records of everything she does!"

"You're a nerd?" Moondancer questioned.

"My Cutie Mark is an hourglass because I have an hour of photographic memory." He continued. "I can write down everything she does, every transaction, discussion and movement, and I get paid for how detailed it is!"

"Have you ever seen her touch herself?" Moondancer interrupted.

Time shot him a potent 'don't-even-go-there' look. "Anyways, I get to have a big house because I don't have a wife or kids to spend any money on."

"You've got me~!"

Time Turner grabbed Moondancer's shoulders, pulling him into a kiss. "That's right," he purred, "I do."

"So, where's the bedroom?" Moondancer queried happily.

"The bedroom... the bedroom!" Time Turner pulled away, looking towards the back of the house. "I left Thunderlane here to house-sit while I picked you up. That's probably where he is."

"I'll get him out of here." Moondancer sighed.

"What are you going to do to him? You're not really built like a bouncer." Time led him forward, turning through a small doorway to a wide staircase.

"I'm built like a stud." Moondancer agreed. "That's the fun part."

Time turned down the hallway at the top of the stairs. "Third door down. Do you want me to come in, or...?"

"I'll be fine." Moondancer trotted ahead, shoving the door open without knocking. "Thunderlane!"

A gray head poked up from the shifting mound of blankets on the bed. "Oh, hey, Moony!"

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" He laughed. "Moondancer, meet Flitter. Flitter, Moondancer."

A mare's head poked out next to his, blushing heavily.

"Now, if you just give me a few more minutes, I'll be done, and then I'll get out."

Moondancer trotted up to the bed, tapping a hoof on the side. "Wing."

"Aw, come on, man!"

"Wing." Moondancer repeated.

Thunderlane gave, spreading one wing across the sheets. "This is so unfair."

"It was unfair that you got me kicked out of my house." Moondancer ran his hoof over the feathers, counting down to the third from the base.

He pressed down on the small feather's base, and both Thunderlane and the mare let out embarrassed squeaks. Thunderlane's head fell back on the bed with a dumb smile, and Flitter blushed crimson and tried to hide under the blankets.

Moondancer shoved Thunderlane's wing back towards him. "Great, we're done here. You two can go get cleaned up in the bathroom, and then you leave."

Thunderlane sighed heavily, pulling the top layer of blankets around him and his marefriend before half-falling off of the mattress and trudging out of the room.

Time Turner entered moments after the two left. "He had sex in my bed?"

"Most definitely." Moondancer replied, pulling the covers back into place. "Why not beat him at his own game?"

Time kissed him, wrapping his hooves around his neck and pulling him onto the bed. "Are we going for the high score?"

"Why not?" Moondancer pulled the blankets over them, pressing Time down into the mattress. He muffled a soft purr from Time with a deep kiss, massaging the other colt's sides with the soft centers of his hooves.

He felt Time's tail wrap around his nethers, and he pulled back slightly.

"What?" Time teased, running his hooves over Moondancer's neck. "If we're going to win the round, I'm going to need a joy stick."

"Oh, we're going to keep punning?" He lifted an eyebrow, moving a hoof down to where Time's erection was steadily growing. "Because this is something I'd rather experience first-person."

Time Turner didn't respond vocally, just squeezed his eyes shut and moaned.

"I'll take that as a no?" Moondancer teased, kissing his partner.

"Put," Time pulled away, trembling, "the damn tokens in."

"Ahaha! That's the spirit I was hoping for!" Moondancer purred lustfully, pressing against Time Turner with a new fervor. "Now, let's press your buttons."

Time moaned happily as Moondancer's head penetrated, his whole body shaking at the new sensation. Moondancer purred, a deep noise that reverberated down his whole body. He rocked his hind legs back and forth, feeling waves of sensation rippling down his spine.

Moondancer pulled almost all the way out, kissing Time passionately. Time leaned into the kiss, ears pinned back, and rolled onto his belly. Moondancer bit his lip against the sudden vibration as his partner rolled, and whimpered softly. Time pulled a pillow closer in his teeth, muffling his groans as Moondancer pushed back in again.

Time's back leg started to tremble and he fell down onto the bed in a tangle of blankets, startled yelp muffled by the sudden impact of a pillow over his muzzle. Moondancer pulled out in shock, falling backwards over the foot of the bed and pulling the blankets Time hadn't pinned down with him.

Moondancer lay on the ground, winded, and felt himself climax despite the interruption. Sticky white cum sprayed over his thighs and belly, and he let his head fall to the floor with a muffled thud. Time's moan from on the bed indicated he had peaked as well.

There was a minute of shocked silence between the two, punctuated by Time Turner rolling around to look down at his partner. Moondancer wiped a stray stand of cum from his muzzle.

"Well," he looked down at himself before grinning up at Time, "that could have gone better."

Time Turner gave him the once-over and managed to nod before tipping over in a fit of giggles. Moondancer laughed with him, eventually untangling himself from the covers and joining his lover on the bed.

As the sun just started to dip low on the horizon, Moondancer pulled the blankets up around them and gently nuzzled Time's neck. Time muttered something unintelligible back before he fell asleep.

Moondancer sighed softly into Time's mane. If he was this happy with Time Turner... what would he do when Big Mac got back?

Author's Note

I apologize to those here solely for the M/M, but F/F and M/F may appear in later chapters. Just a warning.

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