Gummy tore away as fast as he could, nonplussed. He turned and dropped onto the cold cobblestone; his claws scratched against the ground. He shivered, and rubbed his shoulder into the tingling feeling in the back of his neck.
What was that?
Two large, dark yet vivid eyes stared back at him. Go away, they said. No one cares about you, they said. Or, they might. But what matters is what I care about. And what I don't care about is you.
He didn't move. He blinked his eyes, quickly, and with a small jerk in one direction at the end, which gave the impression that he really, really wanted to roll his eyes, but couldn't. After giving the owl a stare not unlike one you would give to someone who took several minutes trying to decide whether or not their shirt was on backwards, he waddled back home.
He, however, did have a reason for going to the outskirts of Ponyville. He had been collecting something; a package for Winona. Time was running out in the day, he noticed, when he looked up, so he hoped he would make it in time. He also really wanted to know what, exactly, it was he had bought from the Bunny. It was in a small wooden box strapped to his back. It was heavy, and dug into his shoulders.
What annoyed him was not that he didn't know what he was delivering, but that he had to operate so far away. Why, of all places, under the floorboards of the carousel boutique? It didn't make any sense to him. And then he had to go all the way back to Winona's house... He knew, of course, that it didn't really matter, and that he was just tired, but it was the kind of thing that did start to matter once you got tired enough. At least he could get some sleep tonight. He was looking forward to that.
When he arrived at her house, he walked around the back as usual, and began picking at the leather straps binding the package to his back. It flopped down on the ground, and he waited. The dog's paw thrust out from the flap, dug into the box, and yanked it in. He waited. The doggy door spat out the harness.
It continued in this way, for quite some time, in fact. Gummy would make a few bits every day by transporting the package for her, and dropping it off. Winona only seldom left her house at this time. Less and less. She refused to show herself, especially to gummy, until she completed her project.
It had become a chore, after several months. Before, it hadn't been.
Now, it had sometimes been tedious, and aggravating to have to do every single night. But it hadn't been a chore. It had been interesting, along the way. But over time that had stopped. The job of transporting the box had become slow. His harness had broken in, and wasn't breaking in anymore. He felt like resigning, is what he felt like. As much as he didn't want to.
Who knew what Winona was doing in there, but whatever it was, it was important to her. He knew that nogator else would be likely to do the same for her. He stuck with it for this reason.
One day, however, it began to be to much. He started to question Winona's health as well. Normally, he wouldn't be the one to judge. And he wasn't. Very rarely was he that alligator. He still shuttered, in his reptilian way, at the strange humans who gave him looks through that two way mirror fourth wall after what happened with him and Twist. He wouldn't have known about it had it not been for Pinkie telling him, either. One of the few ponies who could actually speak to him...
But, he had noticed, or at least he thought, a lack of enthusiasm in the grabbing of the ominous wooden box every night. Her movements had become lethargic. This is why he was shocked to find, upon arriving at Winona's small dog house, as he was about to present his opinions that-
"RUFF! RUFF! ROUGH RUFF ROUGH! RUFF! BARK!," Winona barked.
Come in! Come in!
She had felt guilty about watching him through the wall the past year of him just fulfilling his job, but now... now was when this moment would finally happen.
(note: Equestrian animal language is different than the language here, the same way there is a difference between English and Equestrian. It is presented in the original to preserve the feeling of it, though a ruff(pun intended)translation is given, usually, for Humans. And yes I am making all of this up, so if you do happen to be in Equestria, please PM me so I can present accurate information. Thank you.)
He waddled in, and looked around.
What he saw was the most repetitive thing he had ever seen.
It was incredible, seen through the deep, violet eyes of the alligator. They zoomed around, gazing at the spectacle that her house had become.
Cube shaped stones, thousands of them. Lining the walls, Making stone mountains. Her dog house had been deepened as well, extending down into the ground. There was flowing water dripping down from one corner, a good fifteen feet above the ground. A pond had formed at the bottom. It reminded him of the bathtub he grew up in.
He blinked. He was speechless.
Winona looked up at his silhouette from a ledge slightly lower than him. It was a magnificent sight, his scales shimmering in the moonlight from outside. The dim artificial lights were no match for them, but there was going to be no shortage of other means of enjoyment.
Dug into the side of various cliffs were small caves. Winona ran into one of them, beckoning him.
"Ruff," she barked, no need for explanation nor translation.
"Ruuufff," she barked again, this time in a low growl.
Gummy blinked seductively. He waddled on over, slowly. Winona extended her legs and put her tail in the air, ready to play. They looked each other in the eyes. Gummy blinked yet again, this time more slowly. He moved his scaly body around, moving almost every single plate of skin, as he waddled further.
Gummy hadn't realized, until now, fully, that he would have enjoyed this so much- but it felt right to him, suddenly, in that moment.
Winona suddenly leaped out for him, catching him off guard. He stumbled back, splashing into the stream. Winona had donned her snorkle. She looked amazing, her bubbles slipping out of her snorkle, the way they did.
They tumbled through the water, doing somersaults. Winona ripped off her snorkle in wild abandon, feeling no need to breathe, at least for this one moment. They clung to each other. Winona wrapped her longer legs around the small alligators back, clutching him as tightly as she could. He wrapped his claws around the swaying fur near her neck, and rubbed his snout along her throat.
Winona needed air. She swam up to the top yet again, gasping for breathe, but just as she was about to dive back down to her new partner-
Gummy shoved her out of the water with his better abilities of swimming, and they tumbled over the ground together. Those laps around the bath tub had never paid off this much, had they, he thought.
Gummy, suddenly on top of Winona, looked into her eyes, and winked one eye, and then the other. Then the other. Then the other. Each time, the winks were slower. He continued this for over a minute, Winona mesmerized by him. She could say nothing more. Gummy began to come closer, until he was snaking his long, slender snout into his mouth, unable to use his tongue.
Winona began returning the gesture, though first she made a detour. She slid her tongue along his long snout, and once she neared his nostrils, began to slow down, exponentially. She let her tongue push more deeply into his delicate skin, letting her tongue rise, and drop with each ripple. Eventually, she began to snake her tongue deep into Gummy's right nostril. He shivered. It continued, her tongue sloooowing over the space in between nostrils, and it seemed to last forever. The deep shades of green brushed against her rough tongue for just another moment, and she went on the adventure yet again.
It descended, every wave of his skin feeling incredible. The slime only made it better. She slid it in deeper, until she could no more. She then slid it up out again, in a corkscrew fashion, pressing on all sides, until her tongue was free.
Gummy grabbed ever deeper into her fur, in preparation.
She thrust her long tongue deep into his mouth, then began to explore. She held Gummy tighter, making the most of it. Each bump along the roof of his mouth were some of the most incredible things she had ever felt. She went up and down them, a piano player playing her scales in legato. The best part, though, Winona knew, was yet to come. She slid her tongue around, until she reached his barely emerging teeth, just now coming in. They were at the best stage for this; though his entire mouth appeared to be all gums, there was still the tiny points of new teeth, adding texture. She began to slide over his very back gum, but just as gummy began to get gator bumps she-
no, she jumped back, running her tongue yet again over the roof of his mouth, this time deeper, before continuing again, at last.
That new tooth feeling you had when you were younger, when you lost a baby tooth? That feeling dominated an entire mountain range around Gummy's mouth, for them to enjoy. All the strange, alien like squishiness to themselves. She slipped her tongue even deeper, and flicked her tongue over his esophagus.
Nothing could have been better than this moment for either of them. She rubbed around each tooth, bringing him closer, as they roller further across the floor... It could have gone on forever, throughout the night, and they would have been ok, but even better, Winona had an idea.
She pulled away, at the edge of another pond, her eyes explaining what she was going to do. She started to jog towards a corner, and as she ran she swayed once, playfully whipping Gummy across the face with her tail.
It was one of the best moments in his life, when she returned.
Why? Because she had a a screw driver in her mouth. A screw driver.
He followed her up to a small flat space, and
"Ruff, Ruff!"
Lie down, lie down!
He did as she told him to. He Gummy waddled as fast as he could and flopped onto his back onto the smooth stone, Winona coming up around him.
With the screw driver in her mouth, she tickled gummy with her snout, finally dropping the screw driver into his mouth. He knew what he had to do, and couldn't wait. Winona was already lying down of her back, her tongue extended, her tail wagging.
He took the screwdriver in his gums and stabbed, stabbed through her tongue, pinning it to the ground. With everything he could, he leaped onto the screwdriver, making sure it stuck in the stone, and wouldn't come out accidentally, at least for long enough. He began prodding the tongue, and poking various parts of it with his claws. He started slowly, and put his snout up up to her tongue, and deeply inhaled, savoring the moment. Winona looked up at him,the world around her upside down. She moved back slightly, allowing a bit more slack in her tongue.
He began bitting the tongue with his gums- over and over again, up and down, the majority of the mass of it rubbing against his gums, and vise versa. He started sliding his gums along her tongue, until they decided they had enough. He unstuck the screw driver, and Winona flipped over. They ran off to one of the several caves together.
Quite, quite fun this was, Gummy thought.