The DJ and the Dentist
“Ugh. That doesn't look good,” I said as I looked out the club window. It was raining. Quite hard.
“Yeah, that sucks. Do you at least have an umbrella?” Vinyl asked beside me. I let out a sigh and hung my head.
“No.”
“Welp, sucks for you!” Vinyl said with a giant smile, smacking me on the back.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I groaned. “Well, no time like the present.”
“Nope.”
“I best get this over with.”
“Yup.”
“The longer I prolong this, the longer it will take to get to my warm and toasty bed.”
“Warm and toasty.”
“It's barely even raining.”
“I think it's lighting up.”
“...”
“...”
“I think the club has a cot I can u-”
“Have a safe trip home, buddy!” Vinyl yelled, her horn lighting up. One second I was in the club. The next I was face first in a puddle, outside the club. Friken’ unicorns.
I slowly pick up my head and shake out my mane. “Thanks, Vinyl,” I hissed as I picked myself up. Letting out a sigh I started to walk. I didn't bother to run for shelter. I was already drenched. Instead I wiped my glasses and continued to walk.
In all honesty, the rain didn't bother me too much. It wasn't cold, it was still summer, so the rain was warm and rather relaxing. The only problem I had with rain, was that it fogged up my glasses and I had to stop walking ever other step to constantly keep wiping them. If I was a unicorn I could use my magic to keep them from fogging, or just teleport to my house. If I was a pegasus I could use my wings to wipe my glasses, or just fly above the clouds. But no, I'm an Earth pony. Green fur, with a darker green mane and tail, both very messy due to not ever brushing them, soft yellow eyes. And I got to say; It sucked sometimes.
What really sucked about this whole walking in the rain thing, was the fact that my house was about half an hour across town. Even when you enjoy the rain, walking for half an hour in it can get annoying when you have to wipe your glasses constantly, so you have to take a break every so often and find something to hide under. But I couldn't find anything to hide under.
“Celestia dammit,” I groaned as I squinted through the rain. However, my glasses started to fog again. “Dammit!” I growled as I wiped them with a foreleg. It helped a little. I quickly looked around and found myself in the market district. The hell?
I don't go through the market district to get to my house. With an aggravated sigh I squint around again, but my glasses fogged up once again.
“Grrr,” I growled. I was getting mad now. I blindly ran to the nearest shelter I could find, which was the overhang of some store. The over hang wasn't that big, but it was big enough. I sat on my haunches, not caring how wet the ground was. I took off my glasses and wiped them, then shoved them back on my face. I used a hoof to brush my mane out of my eyes and let myself catch my breath.
After I calmed down enough, I looked out into the deserted streets and I have to say; the rain made Ponyville look very beautiful. I truly never liked the day too much, and I always enjoyed the dark. On a rainy day, it is always dark, so it's just natural that I love the rain. My logic is flawless. It was even more beautiful during the day, just how the sun tried to break through the clouds, but couldn't and it cast the whole town in a twilight like light. It was pretty cool. I don't know. It's kinda hard to explain why I think it looks beautiful. It just is.
I just look and watch the rain fall and hit the ground for a few moments. A little stream started to flow down the street and it was really fun to watch.
Yeah, I have ADHD.
But that little river was fun to watch, I swear.
I hocked a loogie and spit it in the stream, up as high as I could, and watched it run down until it was out of sight, a big smile on my face. I was easy to please.
I must have waited for too long because the outside light flicked on, and I did the smartest thing I could think of at the moment. I stared at the light like it was going to do something else, flicking my tail out of curiosity. Then I heard the door unlocking. I would have done something, but it wasn't like I was doing anything illegal. The door opened and I got my speech ready as to why I was sitting under this ponies overhang.
“Emerald?” I heard a way too familiar voice ask.
I froze. With wide eyes I looked behind me and what I saw confirmed my fear.
Behind me stood to most beautiful mare I have ever seen. She had a Maya blue coat with a blue mane and tail that both had a white streak in it that made her mane and tail kinda look like tooth paste, her eyes were a beautiful steel blue. The only plain thing about her was her horn. It was just kinda... there. But it only added to her beauty.
By Celestia's beard she was beautiful.
“Emerald! It is you!” Colgate exclaimed as she swept me up in a big hug. She released me after a few seconds when she realized I was wet. “Dear Celestia, you're soaked. Get inside, you're going to catch a cold.”
She returned to the building and left the door open for me. I hesitate, not too sure if I want to be in the same room with the mare I’ve had a crush on since junior high. But, I guess you could say that is also the reason I went in.
I never realized how cold it was outside, until I was inside Colgate's office. It was nice and cozy. I remember when she got this place, as I helped pay for it. It was your basic dentist office. It had a counter and a couple seats with outdated magazines. Mostly about dental healthcare. There were two doors, one was open, and it showed a dentist's chair. The other had a sign on it saying “Do not enter”.
Suddenly the “Do not enter” door opened and Colgate came back out levitating a towel towards me.
“Here, dry off with this,” she says.
I grab the towel out of the magic and start to rub myself down. You'd be surprised about how wet a pony can get. A mane and tail just absolutely soaked was hard to get dry, and don't even get me started on the fur. But after a few minutes of vigorous drying, I managed to get somewhat dry.
“There we are, nice and dry,” I said with a smile. Colgate took the towel from me and gave me another big hug. This time I hugged her back. It felt like I was in an oven when we hugged and it felt amazing. She smelt like vanilla and crushed coffee beans with a hint of mint.
I swear I'm not a creeper or anything. She just happen to be very close by when I inhaled and I caught a whiff of her scent on accident. I don't go around smelling random ponies. Besides, I’ve known Colgate since I was still playing in the sandbox. There isn't anything we haven't done together. Well, except sex. I’m still waiting on that one. Not that it will ever happen, but hey, whatever.
Colgate let go of me and took her extra warmth with her.
“What were you doing out in the rain?” she asked.
“Oh, just walking home,” I say, wiping my glasses with a hoof.
“Really? You can't be walking home in this down pour, you'll get sick,” Colgate said. She turned around and began to walk back to the door. “Come with me.”
“Oh, um. Perhaps I should be going, you know my house isn't too far,” I say, kinda backing up to the door. I stopped when I could no longer move any of my limbs and the blue aura around me gave me a reason was to why. Before I knew it I was flying through the room and through the “Do not enter” door, floating behind Colgate, her horn lit up.
“Oh, come on. When was the last time we actually hung out?” Colgate asked as we started to climb a set of stairs. Well, she climbed while I just floated. Frinkin' unicorns, abusing me with their magic.
“Well, I have that... thing... at the place.”
Colgate stopped. She slowly turned her head so I could see her face and she had the most depressed expression I’ve seen on her face. Far more depressed than that one time she lost her baby tooth under her bed before the tooth fairy could come.
“You know,” she said, turning her head back in front, her magic setting me down, “if you don't want to be friends anymore, we don't have too be.”
Oh shit.
“Nononononononono, Colgate,” I quickly say, moving up next to her on the stair well and putting my hoof on her back, making her turn to me. One thing I have to say, this stair well is ridiculously wide. “I do want to be your friend. It's just I’ve been busy what with getting the club up and running with Vinyl and it's taking so much out of me. Vinyl has no idea how to handle finances and she keeps buying too much stuff. I’ve been a little tired lately, that's all.”
“Promise?” Colgate asked, looking up at me with those big blue beautiful eyes.
“I promise,” I say, giving her a comforting nuzzle, which she returned.
“Sorry, it's just, a lot has been happening,” Colgate said with a sigh.
“Well, let's talk about it inside,” I say. Colgate flashes me a smile and nods her head and we began to climb again. It didn't take long to get to the top.
Colgate's office was a two story building, the top being Colgate's actual home. It had a medium sized living room, a rather small kitchen, a surprisingly big bathroom, a closet, and the master bedroom.
Colgate used her magic to open the door at the top of the stairwell and we stepped into her living room. It had a beige couch, an impressive entertainment system, a nice flat screen T.V., what looked like every video game system ever made, even the ones nobody liked, and a stereo system with a gramophone attachment so you could play records. There wasn't much to the living room, just a plain living room with light blue walls with 70s shag carpet and a window over looking the market.
“Can I get you something to drink?” Colgate asked as she walked to her kitchen. I sat on her couch.
“Um, do you have any of that fantastic tea you like to make?” I ask.
“I do, actually,” Colgate said. I heard some cupboards opening and the sound of ceramic clinking together. A few moments later Colgate walked in levitating two steaming cups of tea. She sat down next to me and levitated my cup towards me. I took it, blew on it, then took a sip. Ah, green tea leaves, with a touch of minty coolness and sassafras.
“Ah. Delicious as always,” I comment. I felt like a sir, sitting there with my tea in my hoof. I needed a top hat and a monocle, perhaps a mustachio.
“Thank you.”
We sat in silence as we sipped our tea. It wasn't awkward silence, but it wasn't comfortable silence, either. I decide to strike up a conversation.
“So, how's work?”
“Ugh. It's not bad, but not the best either,” she said, taking a sip of her tea. “I have to see Pinkie Pie multiple days out of the month just to keep her teeth healthy. It's not exactly easy.”
“Huh, I always wondered how Pinkie kept her teeth all white and sparkly.”
“Most ponies do. It's not that I don't like Pinkie or anything, she is a terrific friend, but I just wish she wouldn't eat so many sweets. There is only so much that I can do, and if she keeps continuing her lifestyle, she is going to have to have dentures by her thirties.”
“Knowing Pinkie, they would probably be candy dentures.”
“Heh, probably,” Colgate sipped her tea. “So, how is the club holding up?”
“It could be better, but it's not bad. Not bad at all,” I say, draining the rest of my tea and set my cup on the coffee table. “It's mostly just the finances.”
“Yeah? It was a pretty big gamble setting up in Ponyville, wasn't it?”
“Yup, but surprisingly, we are making a profit. Nothing to roll around in, but it's something.”
“Oh, well it's good that you are doing well,” Colgate said she stood up and using her magic, she brought the cups back into the kitchen, then returned and sat down once again.
“Yeah, I suppose, I'm doing well. What about you?” I ask, thinking about what happened in the stairwell.
“I'm... fine,” she said, looking at the floor.
“Are you sure about that?” I ask. I’ve known her for so long that I know when she isn't fine, and I also know that if you were to ask why she isn't fine that she'll just keep saying that she is. You have to get her to tell you she isn't fine, which, unless you've known her as long as I have, isn't going to happen. I think a total of three ponies can get her to talk; Roseluck, Derpy, and me.
Colgate doesn't say anything for a few seconds. She just looks at her couch, digger her hoof into it lightly.
“I don't know,” she suddenly says, looking at me. Her beautiful blue eyes looked sad and it made me feel sad just looking into them. I moved closer to her and gave her another comforting nuzzle, which she again returned and let out a sigh. “Thunderlane broke up with me.”
Ah, so that's why she's not fine. Makes sense. As far back as junior high, Colgate always had somepony to call hers. Most of them were mares, but she had a few stallions. Not a problem, everypony dates at one point in their lives, I myself have had a few marefriends over the years, the only problem was that she always got way to attached to her marefriend or coltfriend. I'm not saying that is a bad thing, it's just even when she agrees with her partner that it probably wouldn't last too long, she always fell in love with them, and always ended up hurting herself at the breakup. And I was always there to pick up the pieces and help her along.
The next problem was that she always tried to find somepony new to replace the hole in her heart left my the last one. I’m not saying she tries to find the first pony she sees, she always dates somepony who she has a lot in common with. It also helped that she was one of the most beautiful mares at school. Colgate just needed somepony there for her in a romantic type of relationship.
That's probably one of the reasons we never dated before. Colgate and I agree on so much, but they are the little things, like the best restaurants, best TV shows, the best flavored bonbon from Bon Bon's Sweetshop. But it's the big things that we disagree on, even when we are forced to disagree on, like when we are awake. I’m always awake during the night, even when I was a colt, and she is always awake during the day.
We didn't separate from the nuzzle till a few minutes later, when my stomach grumbled.
Colgate let out a cute giggle as she let go of me. I instantly felt cold when she did.
“Hungry?” she asked.
“I guess so, I didn't notice,” I lie through my teeth. My stomach has been trying to consume itself all night.
“Come on, I’ve got left overs from last night,” Colgate said, getting up and walking to her kitchen with me following.
Colgate's kitchen was pretty basic, it had a stove and oven, a fridge, a sink, a microwave, a pantry with boxed and canned foods in it, a table with cushions around it, and cupboards with plates and such. A basic kitchen in an itty bitty living space. It was kinda cramped.
Colgate opened the fridge and levitated out a few plastic containers and held them out for me.
“I have mac and cheese, salad, rice, and lasagna. Pick one.”
“Mac and cheese,” I say. I love mac and cheese.
“Alright,” Colgate said, levitating two of the four containers back into the fridge and the other two she pulled off the tops to reveal mac and cheese, and rice. She levitated the two to the microwave and put them in for about three minutes.
“Hey, what time is it?” I ask when we both take a seat around the table.
“11:20, why?”
“Just wondering,” I say. I stretch out my hooves and let out sigh. Two more minutes on our food.
“Hey, are you staying to night?” Colgate asked.
“Huh? Um, I don't know,” I say.
“You can if you want, it's still raining and it won't let up till the morning. You can take the hid-a-bed,” Colgate said with a smile.
“Well, if it's ok with you,” I say.
“Of course, you're welcome here anytime!” Colgate said with a big smile.
Ding!
“Oh, I’ll get it,” Colgate said. Without standing or even looking, her horn lit up and the microwave opened and our food flew out, followed by forks, and were set in front of us. When she was done Colgate looked at me with a smug look.
“Showoff,” I said under my breath. I took my fork in hoof, and dug into my somewhat warm mac and cheese. It wasn't the best mac and cheese but it's free food so I couldn't complain complain.
Colgate and I have this habit of eating diner in silence. When we were foals we were always shushed when we were eating and tried to talk and it stuck over the years. So the only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock and the tap of metal forks on plastic.
I looked over at Colgate for a quick second as I often times did when she wasn't looking, I swear I’m not a creeper, and saw that she was already done eating. She was sitting up straight and floated her dishes to the sink. She gave me a smile when she turned around again.
“Hold up,” I said, just as she was about to get up. I grab a napkin off the table and lick it. I then turn to Colgate and wiped the little bit of soy sauce on the corner of her mouth. Colgate's cheeks took a light red hue to them but I ignored it.
Colgate is probably the messiest eater I have ever met. Even Pinkie isn't as messy as Colgate. Every meal Colgate eats, she manages to get some of it on her, no joke. It's annoying. If you haven't noticed yet, messy eaters kinda annoy me. Well, babies and foals, don't. But when an adult mare manages to get a purple stain eating peanut brittle (true story) it's a little ridiculous. Though, I have to admit she does look kinda cute with ice cream on her nose, which happens every time she eats ice cream.
I set the napkin down went back to eating.
“Thanks,” Colgate said.
“Yup.”
I began to scrape the bottom of the bowl for the last bits of pasta before standing and bringing it to the sink and putting it in. As I was putting my bowl in the sink Colgate walked past and headed into the bathroom and started to rummage under the sink. I just walked in the living room when Colgate stuck her head out of the bathroom.
“You coming?” she asked.
“What?”
She held up a toothbrush.
“Come on, brush your teeth.”
“Oh, right,” I said as I walked to the bathroom. I stood next to Colgate in front of the mirror and she held up a toothbrush that already had toothpaste on it, in her magic. I took it and together we brushed our teeth.
Colgate always brushes her teeth at least three times a day, one after each meal, and she made whoever slept over at her house brush their teeth too.
“Brushie brushie brushie...” Colgate said under her breath and she brushed her teeth. I couldn't help but let out a little laugh at the fact that she still sings the song from her foalhood.
Colgate spit out her toothpaste and ran the faucet to wash it away. She took a second to glare at me but when she looked at me her glare died and was replaced with wide eyes and the look of horror on her face.
“Wha?” I asked through a mouth of toothpaste.
“No no no, you're doing it wrong,” Colgate said. “You have to brush in circles.”
I rolled my eyes and fixed my brushing technique.
“You're still doing it wrong!”
I let out an unintelligent gurgle of annoyance.
“Just give it here,” Colgate said before snatching my toothbrush out of my hoof with her magic and started to brush my teeth the “proper” way. I just sat down and let her do it. It was pointless to fight against Colgate when it came to dental care.
“There,” Colgate said after a few moments of brushing, “now spit.”
I stood up and did so then washed it away.
“There, now don't you feel better?”
“My gums are bleeding.”
“Well, maybe if you brushed your teeth everyday, they wouldn't,” Colgate said as she walked past me.
“Whatever,” I say as I walk after her. Colgate's horn glows and removes the cushions from the couch, revealing a metal handle. She grips the handle with her teeth and pulls, turning the couch into a bed.
“Blegh,” Colgate said as she steps back. “I don't know how you handle the taste of metal in your mouth.”
“It's an acquired taste,” I say as I hop on the bed. Colgate hops on the bed also and crawls up to the pillows that were folded in with the bed and laid on her back. She patted the spot next to her so I take the hint and crawl next to her and lay down also.
“Wanna watch something?” she asks, looking at me with those magnificent eyes.
“Sure, surprise me,” I say, looking over at Colgate.
Her horn glowed and I could see movement out of the corner of my eye, but neither I nor Colgate break away from each other. A few moments later and I heard the Whir of the TV turning on. Colgate puts a smug expression on her face before she turns to the TV. I roll my eyes and face the TV myself.
The main menu of the movie came on and it was a romantic comedy. I turn to Colgate and just stare at her until she turns her head.
“What?”
“I'm not your gay friend.”
“That's besides the point,” Colgate said with a smile and turned back to the movie as it began to play. “You like this movie and you know it.”
“...Only because you made me watch it so many times.”
Colgate broke into a fit of giggles. Cute little giggles.
~*~*~*~
“About time.”
“Oh don't be like that. You liked it.”
“Whatever.”
Colgate only smiled and laughed a little. She let out a sigh and picked her head off my shoulder. Her horn lit up once again and she took the DVD out of the DVD player and put it back in it's case.
“We should get some ice cream,” I say.
“Emerald, we already brushed our teeth for tonight,” Colgate said, looking at me.
“Yeah, but you know how good ice cream is at,” I look at the wall clock, “One in the morning.”
“Hmm,” Colgate hummed, as she thought about it. “Yeah, alright.”
“Yes!” I said as is rolled off the bed and too the floor, landing on my hooves. I look over at Colgate who was shaking her head at my antics.
We made our way to her kitchen and she grabbed the bowls, spoons, and the ice cream scoop, while I got the ice cream from her freezer. I set it on the counter next to the bowls and Colgate, using her magic, scooped out the ice cream.
I took my bowl and made my way to the living room and sat on the bed, Colgate did the same.
“Mmm,” I hummed as I took the first bite of the ice cream. It was pretty good vanilla ice cream.
Colgate had her spoon sticking out of her mouth and her horn glowing, her focus was at the entertainment center.
Music started and I instantly knew the song.
“Is this the real life?” Colgate lip synced along with the song, a big smile on her face. “Is this just fantasy?”
“Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality.”
She looked at me and nodded her head, trying to get me to lip sync along. I just rolled my eyes.
“Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see.”
“I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,” I lip synced with Colgate. We lip synced the song together, and did a poor excuse of dancing on the bed.
~*~*~*~
The song came to an end and me and Colgate just smiled at each other and sat back down and continued to eat our ice cream as the next song came on.
“That was fun,” Colgate said with a big smile as she stuck a spoon of partially melted ice cream in her mouth.
“It's a good song,” I say, stirring my partially melted ice cream.
“One of the best!” Colgate exclaimed, throwing her hooves into the air.
“Sure,” I say. I tilt my bowl back and let the rest of my ice cream slide into my mouth, making eating the ice cream fast. I bring my bowl down and see Colgate with a little bit of ice cream on her nose and her trying to lick it off, but no quite reaching it. It was a very cute thing to behold.
“Need some help?” I ask, chuckling. Colgate blushes before wiping her nose with her hoof. She looks back to me and a smile crept upon her face. I raise an eyebrow.
She levitates both of our bowls away and out of sight. Then she started to crawl towards me with a creepy looking smile and the look of a hunter about to catch her prey on her face. I started to slowly crawl backwards, but I soon ran out of room unless I wanted to fall off the bed.
Colgate started to crawl onto me and I couldn't do anything about it. She slowly made her way to my face and I get a sudden flash back to a dream I had that was very similar to this. Only Colgate was wearing a maid's outfit.
She made her way to my face and stopped above me, studying me with her eyes. She looked at me for a few seconds, then, she lunged!
And licked my nose!
Colgate let out a giggle.
“You had ice cream on your nose,” Colgate said with a big smile.
What?
I was slightly confused, but oh well. Now whenever I inhaled I smelt toothpaste and ice cream. The worst part was that my nose was now wet. It's kinda annoying.
I waited for Colgate to get off of my so I could wipe my nose as she was trapping all four of my hooves. But instead of getting off me, she laid down on me. She just looked at me with a soft smile. I didn't resist or anything. I was pretty comfortable, actually. Except for my damn wet nose!
After what seemed like an hour of staring into each others eyes, Colgate moved her head, downwards. I though she was about to lick me again, so I closed my eyes and waited for it.
My eyes shot open when I felt her soft lips upon mine. I wasn't sure what to do, to be honest. Sure I've though about this moment for years, but now that it's actually happening, I wasn't sure what to do. So I just let go and felt myself kiss back. I was a very nice kiss, it was soft, not too wet, but just enough, and it was defiantly warm. All in all, it was the best kiss I had ever received. Though that could be just because of Colgate is the one kissing me.
I felt Colgate's hoof touch my face and I raised my hoof that she freed and placed it on her back, trying to pull her closer. She let out a cute little moan when I did this.
Unfortunately, we both had to breath so Colgate broke the kiss, but she pressed her nose against mine. We just stared into each others eyes, a dopy smile and flustered cheeks on both of our faces.
“Sorry,” Colgate whispered.
“Nah, it's ok. I was enjoying it,” I say. Colgate smiled bigger and kissed me again. This time more passionate that the last one. I brushed my tongue against her lip and she opened her mouth and our tongues clashed in the middle. There was no fight for dominance, only the enjoying of each other. I could taste more than just the ice cream and toothpaste, I could taste her natural flavor too, a nice sharp minty flavor.
We continued to kiss for a little while, but after what seemed like an hour of heaven, we broke away from each other for the last time that night. Colgate rolled off of me, but immediately snuggled close to me, I was the big spoon and she was the little spoon. I wrapped my forehooves around her middle and held her close. Colgate's horn lit up and blankets came from nowhere and were draped over the two of us, then the power to the entertainment system and the light went out, casting both of us in total silence and darkness.
Colgate shifted a little in my hooves and let out a content sigh and snuggled closer to me when she found a comfortable spot.
“Goodnight, Emerald,” Colgate said.
“Goodnight, Colgate,” I said, kissing the top of her head.
~*~*~*~
What a wonderful dream.
I mean, it has to be a dream, right?
I'm going to wake up, maybe on the cot in my office at the club, not with Colgate in my hooves on her hid-a-bed.
I was barely awake, but I was awake enough to think, just not do anything.
Celestia, what a wonderful dream.
I felt something shift around in my hooves, then snuggle closer to me. A little confused, I forcefully crack one eye open. I see Colgate in my hooves, facing me, and burring her head into my chest.
By Celestia's beard. That was no dream.
…
Yay!
“'Morning,” I heard Colgate say. I look down to see her looking up at me with those big beautiful eyes, a smile on her face.
“Good morning,” I reply back.
There was a bit of silence again. Nothing too bad, but I could tell that Colgate wanted to use this silence to ask me a question. She was lightly digging her hoof into my chest, something she always did when she was nervous.
“Emerald...” Colgate started but she let herself trail off.
“Yes?”
“Did last night... mean anything?” she asked, looking up at me a serious expression on her face.
“It did to me. I’ve been waiting since junior high just to do that,” I say. Colgate smiles and leans forwards and we kiss again. Yup, still marvelous.
“I've actually been waiting since 6th grade,” Colgate says after we end the kiss.
“Really?” Colgate just nods her head, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
I just hold her tight and she lets out a content sigh.
“I love you, Emerald.”
“I love you too, Colgate.”
We laid together, enjoying each others presence and the new found relationship. It was a marvelous thing. I’ll admit that I have no idea how we are going to make it work, what with me up till the crack of dawn on most nights and her going to bed early. But that is something I’m willing to work around. Not too many ponies know this; but Colgate is an amazing raver. Also, she can't hold her liquor. I mean a little shot of vodka gets her drunk. I can drink that stuff like water. Till the fourth large glass at least. Then it hits like a train. That's one of the reasons I don't like to drink a lot; it always hits me all at once.
I was about to close my eyes to try to get to sleep, but I had one question bugging me.
“Hey, Colgate?”
“Hmm?”
“If I brought you a maid's outfit, would you wear it?”
I let out an “Oof!” when she elbowed me in the stomach. Celestia I love this mare, but she hits hard.
