In a darkened room at the pinnacle between day and night, two ponies, brought together through their love of one another, resided on a small comfortable couch. Both pegasi, a light-blue hoof coming from a candy-striped maned pony caressed and held the side of a grey Pegasus with a dazzling blonde mane. At least, it dazzled for the candy-striped pony. A small and adorable giggle escaped from the blonde mare’s mouth as she held tightly onto her breathtakingly amazing stallion, the candy-striped pony.
“Graze…” she said, turning her eyes towards his. Her eyes were lopsided from being so aloof on the sofa. There wasn’t any sound within the house; the two were truly alone within each other’s company. Well… except for Aerial, Graze’s adopted daughter, she’s currently out of the house/bungalow, but we’ll get to that part later…
“How was your day?”
“WOW DITZY! I had an epic time with my bros today! Yeah, Shadow Mark sure showed that window who’s boss. Never before have I seen anypony do that with a hidden blade! You know what, I think he is actually an ass...ociate of somepony I know, nevermind. Oh, and Cloud Chaser-- OH BY CELESTIA, CLOUD CHASER! He is such a cool guy and everypony in Equestria should feed to his raging ego! Pegasus Artist of the year I say, and no I am not shamelessly self-promoting my friend because he is in fact a really swell guy and can do many talented things like: shade, colour, speak Spanish, look Spanish, chase clouds as he’s chasing them, and you should really check out his art! THE ART DITZY, THE ART!!” the light-blue pony answered with a casual smile of excitement.
Suddenly he leaned closer into Ditzy and lowered his voice, “Though I love it when I come home and I get to see your smile.”
This made the Pegasus blush a considerable red; definitely it had made Graze kawaii a little on the inside. A thought soon came across his mind and he sheepishly looked at Ditzy.
“Uugh… Ditzy? There is… something I want to ask.”
“Oh, what is it Graze?” she said, her body language told Graze she was feeling very intimate with him wrapped around his hooves.
“We uugh… do we have a shower?”
“What kind of question is that!? Of course we have a shower, you silly muffin!” she snuggled into his hooves.
Graze was literally a mindset away from asking Ditzy what he really wanted to ask her, but he couldn’t quite get a hold of himself. Not only was he rather enjoying this intimate time he was having with his marefriend, but also Ditzy was holding onto him that couldn’t make him able to move. He was trapped on the couch to his back and an amazing mare on his front. All on his front. The sweat petered down his head as he tried to get some leg room, but discovered that Ditzy had managed to place one of her backhoofs right between his two legs. And it felt very warm and blissful. Honestly, he couldn’t let her go, and before he could say something charming and possibly leading to something a little bit more activity oriented, Ditzy lightly touched the tip of his muzzle.
“Okay, so since you had a question I want to ask you one too,” she playfully said.
“But you started this whole question game with the ‘Hi what’s up bro?’ question, technically we’re at a tie.”
“Ah, but I can see it in your eyes that you really want to ask something. But! I beat you to the chase Grazy!” she bopped his muzzle once more.
“Okay okay, so what’s your question, Ditzy?”
She leaned closer to him, a devious smile spread across her lips, “You really want to know what my question is?” Graze could only nod his head; he was completely mesmerized by her advances.
“Do you want to know what night it is?” Ditzy whispered into Graze’s ear with seductive eyes.
A smile went across his face as he whispered back to her, “I think I might know what night this is…”
Ditzy playfully moved closer towards Graze, their warm fur touching each other as she leaned her mouth closer towards his ear.
“It’s…”
Tension filled the air, temperatures went up, and Graze couldn’t help but notice how dry his lips have become. As he turned to stare into her eyes, he knew exactly what night this was going to be.
“GAME NIGHT! WOOHOO!”
The two leaped up from the couch and cheered for they both knew this day would come; it was indeed the most celebrated day of the week.
“Oh and Happy Birthday Graze.”
“Oh thanks. Now forget that and let’s get going to play with each other all night long!”
“Wow Graze, you know how much game night turns me on! OHH YES! My inner gamer filly is just screaming to have some fun tonight!” she said with raging lust, her wings fully extended out.
“I know I know! I’m the same! Alright hold on for a moment,” Graze put his hoofs out to tell Ditzy to stop. Both were giggling like mad-fillies, but they had to be professional about this. “We need something specific to play.”
“What do you have in mind? Any game you want to play I will play with you as long as you do the same for me and my favourite games…” she patted his jacketed chest with a tender hoof. Things were really heating up for tonight.
“Let’s see… while I go look for something maybe we can cool down a bit. Game night usually makes us more ‘crazy’ than we actually are when we realize its game night.” Graze shifted through some piles of video games and board games until he picked up a stack of playing cards and poker chips.
“You want to play poker?”
Ditzy looked at him with a tilted head, “Really? Poker?” She shrugged her shoulders. “Why not, I know how to play; it’ll be fun either way.”
Graze suddenly got a devious twinkle in his eye and Ditzy happened to notice it, “Soooo Ditzy… since you are already familiar with the game, why don’t we make things a little more… interesting?”
She raised an eye, “What do you mean, muffin?”
“Well, Bright-Eyes…” this always made her smile and giggle a bit, especially when it’s said by Graze. He trotted closer to her, shuffling the cards like a pro stage magician and mesmerizing her within an act that would even make Twisted Fate cry in happiness.
“There are many, many variations on poker. One such variation I want us to try tonight is… strip poker,” even though he was giving Ditzy a confident smile he was excessively sweating like a waterfall. What if she refused?
“That… does sound interesting. As long as it’s just the two of us, I think we can make that work,” she gave him what appeared to be bedroom eyes, but graze swore it was just the beads of sweat coming down his face that covered his eyes.
“We could make it even more interesting if you want? Whoever wins the hand after all their clothes has been striped has to do something ‘special’ for the winner.”
“But I just realized something, I’m not wearing clothes!” Ditzy complained.
Graze could only give his most wily of smiles; if he had a monocle he would be wearing one. “Would you still like to play, my marefriend?”
Ditzy knew this was a trap, but she knew she had to take it. It was Graze after all and they always did make game nights a lot more ‘interesting’ and tonight, she could definitely tell it was going to be quite interesting indeed.
“Muffin, could you play a bit easy on me? I’m still a bit rusty on my skills and I’m already at a disadvantage as it is. Don’t you want to play all night long instead of beating me that quickly?” she said with puppy dog eyes.
Graze couldn’t resist and neither could KillJoy when he had read the above line, “Of course Ditzy, I promise we’ll all have fun in the end.”
“Great, I’m counting on that,” she said with the most sincere of smiles. However, within her subconscious she was laughing, she had cleverly made Graze fall into a trap of his own doing.
This is going to be fun…
----- 5 minutes later ---------------
Sweat and heat clung to the air as the round of games continued. Graze had completely lost every single piece of his clothes and Ditzy still hasn’t lost a hand of poker yet.
“You lied to me.”
“Yep.”
“How could I lose that much in a row!? Brr… I’m getting a bit cold.”
“Oh Graze, you look so cute without those clothes covering up your fur,” she said while tilting her head playfully to the side.
HNNNNNG Graze thought.
He looked back at his cards, A straight with very single suit colour. That’s a Full house! Finally, I can end this game and get Ditzy to do something ‘special’ quite ‘special’ for me. Mhmhmmm…
“I’m sorry Ditzy, but I think I need to break your winning streak. Read ‘em and weep,” Graze played his cards out onto the table with a confident smile.
“Wow! That’s a really good card hand! Check out mine, did I get anything good?” she asked him as she placed down her card hand.
Graze’s mouth went agape.
“That’s… that’s a Celestial Flush…”
“Does that mean I win?”
Graze didn’t answer.
“Woohoo I win! WOW, these games really made me heated up, I don't think I ever sweated that much before!”
Graze was still silent, but after a minute he started to chuckle. Soon it turned into a loud and happy laughter. Ditzy joined with him and together they laughed at how much Graze had lost to his marefriend.
“I thought that plan would be foalproof, but I guess I’m the foal!” They both laughed and graze was the first one to quiet down, his voice turning into a hushed whisper so that only Ditzy could hear him. “So… what ‘special’ thing do I have to do for my stunning marefriend?”
She blushed a bit and put a hoof to her chin in thought. “There was… this one thing I always wanted to ask, but I couldn’t before.”
Graze’s ears perked up, he could feel the fires of his body circulate through his veins at what Ditzy might have in mind for him.
Before Graze could ask, Ditzy fell upon him and lightly pecked his muzzle with a quick kiss.
“Umm… wow, are we in that stage of the relationship finally?” he asked with a red tint across his face.
“I’d say we were for a long time. What I want to ask is something important. Something really important.”
“For you, Bright-Eyes, I’ll do or give anything for you.”
With her on top of him on the ground, he could feel the warmth of their long night of card games, the smells they both gave off was intense and though he was stripped he was not tired in any way. Whatever she asks of him, he’ll have no choice but to do what she wishes. After all that’s what ponies that gambled and lost on card games have to do.
“I want Glaze.” She pushed him down towards the ground he laid upon and ran as fast as she could to the refrigerator.
“BUCK NO! YOU CAN’T EAT HIM! HE’S ME IN DONUT FORM!”
He managed to get up only to see Ditzy standing before him proudly carrying a glazed donut upon her hoof. Glaze the donut was not your average donut, it was literally Graze’s OC. It was a part of him. Not only that it was beautifully decorated; it was also covered in twilight sprinkles, glazed in a candy-striped design, and filled to the brim with delicious jelly. It was custom made, and now it was going to be devoured.
“NOO! DITZY WHY!?”
Graze had no choice but to sit back and watch as Ditzy opened up her mouth, caked in slippery saliva. Her tongue came out and started to stroke its outer roundness. It swirled back and forth licking up as much of the twilight sprinkles. Graze was dumfounded as Ditzy put on a show for him as she literally ate… well... him.
She started licking the glaze of the top of the donut bun; her eyes grew wide when she felt its delectable taste. “Mmmmm!” she squeaked, as her face ravaged through the thick glaze. “Why didn’t you tell me the glaze was so good!?”
Her mane swished back and forth as her head came down onto the bun; she really seemed to be enjoying that donut with the moans of pleasure coming from her. Her wings rose up in happiness as she finished the glaze, her drool had dropped to the floor and a thin strand of saliva connected her mouth to the bun. Now what was only left of Glaze the donut was the inside filling.
Her mouth opened and she took a bite out of Glaze. Graze could only watch in despair as his donut OC was beginning to get devoured by his marefriend. The jelly inside the donut was too much and it literally sprayed out and exploded its sticky jelly contents all over Ditzy’s face.
“Nyaaaa!”
Graze quickly rose to his hoofs and ran to her side to catch her from falling, “Ditzy are you alright?”
He could see that her face was covered with jelly, neither of them knew how much jelly-filled that donut was, for a strand of the purple delicious substance had even reached Ditzy’s mane and even an ear.
She licked her lips and tried to lap up some of the excess jelly, “Mmm… that was delicious. But now I’m really sticky from all of that.”
Graze couldn’t help but look how cute she appeared, he finally noticed the intense smells coming from both of their bodies and scrounged up his nose.
“Urgh, I really think we should go for a shower. Come on, I’ll help you get unsticked,” Graze put a wing over Ditzy and escorted her to the shower room.
Aaahh… the shower room. None can quite escape it’s luxurious of water cleaning and bath time fun. Graze had dedicated this one room to providing all of his and Ditzy’s needs that can be accomplished with the use of a shower. The two Pegasi stepped into the dimly-lit shower; their smells for one another intoxicated the Mr. Fresh air-freshener and made it explode. A slight frown came upon Graze’s face as he slammed a hoof into his head with Ditzy looking concerned.
“Grazy, what is it?”
“Damn it, I forget to clean the shower. I’m so busy cleaning myself that I completely forgot!”
“Alright so why don’t we clean it up together?” she said giving him a sultry look at that last phrase.
With a nod, Graze turned toward the shower handle while Ditzy popped up a variety of shampoos, body washes, scented lotions, and foam cleaning containers. Graze’s hoof gently turned the handle causing warm water to rush out and drench the two of them with steaming water.
“Ahhh, that feels much better.”
“Ooooh yes. This will surely get the jelly out of my mane now!” Ditzy replied brushing her mane with her hoofs as the sticky contents fell and swirled on the shower floor. She bent over with her flank to Graze as she picked up a brush and began to scrub the shower floor. Graze did the same and leaned over her trying to clean the shower walls. A few minutes later and despite the panting noises they made and their best efforts, the shower wasn’t getting clean.
“WHAT’S THIS? Our shower is woefully refusing to get cleaned by our busy bee-like cleaning? MY SOAP COVERED WITH BEES OUGHT TO PUT A STOP TO THAT!” Graze said releasing a soap covered in hundreds of honey bees.
He pressed them against the stains and they started foaming and turning into a white soapy mess as they began to die from exposer to water. The floor also began to get more slippery with the large influx of bee soap being melted away.
“Argh! The situation has been made worse by the addition of bees!” Ditzy said in panic.
She reached out with her hoof and tried to pour disinfectant on the stain Graze was tackling.
“NO DITZY! THAT’S THE BUBBLE BATH!”
A rush of bubbles appeared and Ditzy couldn’t help but playfully pop a few, “Sorry! I just love bubbles I thought those would help! They always help!”
“Well, can’t argue with that logic,” Graze said casually as the mess of foam, bubbles, and bees tried to make him slip in the slippery shower. He attempted to grab hold of a handle but found it to be slippery too and fell down. Ditzy and he fell down numerous times, each time shouting out a grunt, a moan or a cry.
At this time, Aerial (Graze’s adopted daughter, remember from the beginning? It was just a couple paragraphs ago from this sentence. Screw you for not remembering her, she’s a well-appreciated character of this story and should be treated as such! Well, anyways…) showed up to her home and entered the house. It was dark, eerie and seemd to be devoid of any life until he heard a clang that pierced through the silence.
“Dad? Ditzy? Anypony home?” she said with a nervous tone in her voice. She could hear something coming from the washroom. As she got closer the voices were more audible, it was definitely her father and Ditzy. But something seemed off, they were making an excessive amount of noise, moaning and shouting.
Such as, but not limited to:
“OOH! OUCH! HOLD ME GRAZE!"
"YES, YES I THINK I GOT A FIRM HOLD THIS TIME! IF I CAN JUST GET MY... OH, OH NO I’M SLIPPING!"
"WHY DID WE USE SO MUCH LOTION AND SOAP!?"
COME ON DITZY! WE CAN HANDLE THIS ALL NIGHT IF WE HAVE TO!
"YES, YES, YEEEEESSS!! THAT’S THE SPOT, DON’T STOP! OH NO, GRAZE! DON’T. DROP. THE. SOAP!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Ditzy and Graze were sloshing around in foam and shower water, they were making excessive grunting, panting, and banging noises trying to right themselves up. Sprays of shower water left the shower and splashed onto the floor, leaving a mess in the washroom.
Suddenly, they heard a knock on the door, with Aerial’s voice on the other side, “Are you two alright?”
A large pool of white liquid started to leak out from under the door to Aerial’s side.
“THAT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS!” Graze shouted.
“Ewwwwww! I thought it was soap!”
Graze could hear her terrified hoofsteps leave their door, he cursed under his breath as they both sat there in the shower entangled within each other’s slipperiness and wetted fur. Graze managed to get the last ounce of strength in himself to reach for the shower handle, with a small turn the water rushing down on them stopped.
He let out a sigh, and slumped back down onto the shower floor with Ditzy; both were panting and out of breath but at least it were finally over. Graze looked around to see the large pool of shame he and Ditzy had created together.
“I guess we better get all of this cleaned up, now that we’re clean.” Ditzy managed to stand up and walk out of the shower with a slight wobble in her steps. She rubbed a hoof on her face, “I think I got all the jelly off, but I can still feel it plastered on my face. The donut was so delicious; we have to get more of those.” She let out a quiet moan, remembering the donut. She snapped back to reality then quickly remembered where she was and continued talking.
“Though, I’m still pretty soaked from all those bubbles. Sorry about that.” She swished her dripping tail around to look at Graze who was still lying down in the shower observing the mare. She was dripping wet, from mane to body, but she still looked stunning in his eyes, even more so now that he thought about it.
“Even with this disaster, I still had a lot of fun Graze. I just wish we could’ve done just a bit more… Graze?” she tried to help him up but he wasn’t budging. Most of the soap and water went down the drain, yet Ditzy couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t get up. Was he too tired? Was it from all the moments they’ve experienced together today? But on most game nights they usually last longer and we go harder all the time!
“Get up Graze!”
“I… can’t,” he said with a sheepish smile.
“Why not?”
“I have a boner.”
THE END
Author's Note
And now a message from our Widely-Proclaimed Endorser...
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P.S. The Rubber Duck in the corner watched the WHOLE TIME.
