“Pweaaase?” begged Wing Dancer, weaponizing his wide-eyed stare against the flustered Winter Snow.

One would think that walking your date home was a simple matter. You dropped them off at their doorstep, made out a bit, apologised for not being able to stay over and head on home, dreading the early next day shift.

Now, with Wing Dancer, the matter was slipping out of hoof. Winter knew there’d be trouble the moment he mentioned the new assignments and changed patrol hours, which required him to be at the castle come break of dawn. Wing’s pout and complaints only intensified the closer they got to the cozy neighbourhood where the batpony lived.

At the doorstep, there was making out. Winter still felt a bit awkward and as if everyone was staring, but the heavenly soft lips and swift tongue of his lover quickly shoved those worries away. It required a great amount of restraint to not push into the kiss, and even more willpower to actually break it.

“Do you really have to go?” whined Dancer, quickly darting in to nuzzle at Winter’s jaw and bodily hug the stallion. “I promise it’s no trouble for you to stay over. Even if you have to leave early! C’mon!”

“Sorry, Wingie,” murmured Snow, leaning slightly into the hug and putting a hoof around his date. The scent of lavender made him sigh heavily. “It’s really early in the morning, and I must be in a… presentable shape,” he finished, cheeks turning crimson.

Wing whinnied and bumped Snow’s muzzle with a coy grin. “I can live without sex, silly.” Winter got a much more forceful shove for the skeptical look on his face. “Meanie. Let me prove it then! In fact, I’ll up ya! What about breakfast in bed in the morning. Please?”

“I… don’t know,” sighed Snow, petting the back of Wing’s head. “It just feels… I mean, I’ve been at your place so much and...”

“Is that a problem? I like having you over,” whispered Wing, nuzzling behind the taller stallion’s ear. “You’re a joy to have, trust me,” he added, licking his lips while staring the stallion down.

“‘I can live without sex’ my ass,” mumbled out Snow.

“Hey! Okay. Sure. No more teasing then,” pronounced Dancer, reluctantly untangling himself from Snow. “Well, I can’t make you stay if you don’t want to-”

“Trust me, I really want to!” protested Snow, taking a step forward to hug the batpony. Wing swiftly dodged the hoof going for his neck, jumping backwards into his apartment.

“-but I won’t let you think that sex defines who I am. Or who you are to me,” finished Wing, giving a small smile. “Like I said, it’s no trouble for me to wake up earlier. I’ll even cook you up some breakfast, and you can use the shower all you want. If you want to be ‘fresh’,” snickered Dancer, drawing quotation marks with his hooves, “I won’t put a single hoof on you either.”

Snow looked away, embarrassment drawing his ears back to his head. What was he thinking? Did he really perceive Wing as a sex-addled fiend? Well, they had a lot of fun together, and the feelings in his nethers were certainly there whenever Wing was around. Most of their encounters ended up on the couch. But was Wing only that? A nice body and skillful mouth?

“Sorry,” whispered Winter, feeling even more ashamed than before. “I-I didn’t mean to say that… you’re n-not just… okay,” he sighed, pecking at the ground with a hoof, looking this way and that. “I-I’ll stay over. Sorry for being an ass. Again.”

A gentle hoof brought his muzzle up, Wing’s smiling one inches away from him. “It’s alright. I admit, you’re quite a hunk of a stallion. It’ll be hard to keep my hooves to myself, but I really care about you more than your body. Which is fantastic, just for the record,” he said, grinning widely. Snow couldn’t help but mirror the smile, leaning in slightly and parting his lips. To his surprise, Wing pulled back just as much, tsking. “Hey, remember? Soldier boy must keep his stamina!” he chirped.

“What? Not even kissing?” complained Winter, surprised at the slight tone of whine carried in his voice.

“Better safe than sorry, love,” purred out Dancer, turning around and strutting inside. He totally missed the wide-eyed expression on Winter’s face.

“Love...” mouthed Snow, the simple word drawing out hundreds of new thoughts he meticulously shoved back for later.

* * *

The tension was palpable in the small home of Wing Dancer. The two stallions were enjoying each other’s company over a cup of tea and cucumber sandwiches. Distracting themselves with idle conversation, they did their best to keep their bodies in check, fighting a magnetism that drew them together from across the sofa.

“So that interview went well, I think, but they didn’t get back to me yet,” sighed Dancer, nibbling on his sandwich. It was a conscious effort for him to keep his eyes on Winter’s face and not let them roam around his muscular torso, well-toned barrel, mighty flanks… Wing shook himself slightly, settling into an easy grin. “And it’s not like I stopped looking. Actually, I applied to the company that made ‘Midnight Assassin’. They were looking for a couple QA ponies for their new game, ‘Midnight Assassin: The 12th Tone’. It’s supposed to be a sequel, but they want to tell the story of the Assassin’s Assistant, a pony who uses daggers. I don’t know how they want the controllers to work for melee combat, but if they pull it off, it’d be super awesome!”

Winter grunted and nodded. “That does sound nice. But uh… what’s a queay pony?” he asked with a slight blush, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, I’m not good with games...”

“Oh, that’s alright,” chuckled Wing, waving a hoof. “Didn’t expect you to be. QA is short for Quality Assurance. They make sure the game works properly, there are no bugs and the experience is enjoyable. Can you imagine that it’s an actual job you get bits for?” he grinned, shuffling himself a bit closer to Winter. Their hind hooves were inches apart.

“Huh. Yeah, that does sound like a dream job, doesn’t it? Play all day long and get paid,” sighed Winter, rolling his shoulders. He peeked at Wing over his sandwich. The urge to hug the pony against himself steadily rose over the last hour.

“What about you?” asked Dancer, watching his lover squirm at his end of the sofa. It was all he could do to not pounce and fit himself under the well-defined chin of the larger pony. “I think you mentioned you wanted to advance in the ranks?”

“Yeah. Maybe,” lamely replied Snow, putting away his empty cup. “I mean, I don’t really mind where I’m at now. Advancing means more responsibilities and desk work. I actually enjoy walking around the palace. It’s calm most of the time, and a pony has time to think about… stuff.”

“What kiiiind of stuff?” crooned Wing, leaning slightly towards Winter, his tail swishing.

“Oh. Well… stuff,” blurted out Snow, the eager expression on Dancer making him regret the words. “You know. What I’m doing with my life. Where it’ll go. U-Ummmm… Well…” he clapped his hooves together, squirming, “M-Maybe kinda sorta thinking… a-about you. Us.”

“Awww,” cooed Wing, scooching closer to the stallion. “And where do those thoughts lead, hmm?”

His face crimson, Snow gave an involuntary smile. “W-Well...” He bit his lip, darting his eyes around and squirming even more. Blowjob training? Kissing? How utterly adorable you look with those giant blue eyes? How crazy it drives me to see those half-lidded orbs above a mouth full of cock? he thought to himself, his tail swishing once.

“Teeell meee,” sing-sang Wing, advancing even more. They were inches apart now, muzzle to muzzle. Wing drank in the sight of his lover, the adorable blush on his face reaching all the way to the stallion’s ears. This timid side of Winter was to die for. If he could only tease Snow a bit more physically, he’d have a melting, blubbering stallion in his thrall in no time.

Snow’s heart was racing. Wing was so close they were almost touching snouts, and he really wanted to make the leap and kiss those soft lips, pet that silky mane and back, rub himself in the lavender scent… all it’d take was a hoof and…

“Wiiinteeer, you said no fun timeeees,” whined Wing, eyeing the hoof moving steadily towards him. As much as he wanted to rub his muzzle all over it and worship it, his pride kept him still.

Snow rolled his eyes, deadpan. With great strain, he drew his hoof back, the two staring at each other with dare in their eyes. Who would break first?

“You’re overdoing it,” grumbled Winter, his tail flailing in a mixture of frustration and annoyance.

“I’m just trying to be considerate,” replied Wing with an innocent smile. “I can control myself, no problem~,” he cooed, spreading his wings and hopping into a hover. He kissed the air over Winter’s nose, giggling to himself.

“You’re being a tease,” complained Winter, falling back into the sofa. He watched the nimble body above hover effortlessly. It was amazing how such thin-skinned appendages could keep the batpony aloft. They looked so smooth, almost see-through. So delicate, so lean…

“Oh my, somepony’s having naughty thoughts,” crooned Dancer, covering his mouth in mock shock.

“You’ll end up giving me blue balls,” grumbled Snow, closing his legs tight.

“But I haven’t done anything,” evenly countered Wing, sticking his tongue out. “I mean, I totally would if I could… But alas-”

“Tartarus damn- come here!”

With a yelp, Dancer was plucked out of the air and hugged fiercely against Snow. He half-heartedly tried pushing himself away, quickly melting into a snuggling, purring heap. His body sparked all over at the sensation of Winter’s scruffy coat. He relished in the strong hooves that wrapped around him with surprising care, the rippling muscles underneath shifting in tantalizing patterns.

“But you said we can’t,” Dancer mumbled into the strong chest, pecking it lightly between words.

“Oh shut up,” sighed Winter, patting the bat on the head. It felt like hugging a warm, silky pillow. Wing squirmed for a bit as he settled, wrapping his own hooves along Winter’s back. It felt good. It felt right. At that moment, nothing else mattered. At first, Snow worried that he’d go further and turn yet another night at Wing’s into a sexual encounter but…

They held each other like that for several minutes more, enjoying the company in silence. The tension was slowly ebbing away, the two settling into a small doze. Wing was being gently lulled to sleep by the rising and falling chest of Winter, who in turn succumbed to the monotone purr sent to his chest by the happy batpony.

Winter jolted himself awake unexpectedly, the pleasant warmth on his chest squeaking.

“Oh gosh,” yawned Wing, nuzzling under Winter’s jaw. “Think I went off for a second there. You okay?”

“Yeah,” murmured Snow, rubbing his eye and looking at a wall mounted clock. “It’s late. Should probably get some sleep.”

“Okay,” nodded Wing, propping himself against the stallion and stretching his back. He lowered his parted mouth to Snow’s. “Can I?”

Snow reached out the rest of the way and planted a soft kiss on the lips he loved so much. He even went as far to flick his tongue against the protruding fangs, much to the shivering delight of the batpony.

“You got an alarm clock or something I can use?” asked Snow, rubbing the side of his lover’s muzzle.

“Yeah. By the bed.”

“Mind bringing it? I’ll have to set it to around six.”

“Bring it?” Wing raised a brow and then smiled. “Oh no, you’re not sleeping on the couch. Come on,” he chirped, wrapping a hoof around Snow’s, trying to drag him along deeper into the house.

“Don’t tell me you want me to sleep in your bed. I won’t let you sleep on the couch in your own house!”

“Why would I?” asked Wing with a perplexed expression. “I was hoping… you know… we could both sleep in the bed? Cuddled up… Too much?”

“Oh. Oh! Y-Yeah, I mean, yes, s-sure, sounds good!” stammered Winter, his ears pinning back. “S-Sorry, I just didn’t think... You know. Eh. I mean, I’d love that, but-”

“Promise no sexy touchy!” assured Wing, tugging Winter’s leg. It soon followed, if a bit reluctantly, along with the stallion’s body.

The bedroom wasn’t exactly big, but the bed itself looked pretty inviting. It had enough pillows on it to build a fort, and there were at least three types of covers thrown over it.

“Sorry about the mess,” said Wing, jumping over the bed and attempting a last-second clean-up job. Pillows went flying, being roughly shoved to one side, while the bedsheets were uncrumpled and patted down.

Wing’s frantic cleaning was interrupted as a weight settled on the bed. Winter’s front hooves tested the bed, pushing against it. Not a peep was heard, the mattress giving way under the considerable strength of the stallion. “Fancy bed,” he commented, gingerly climbing on and blushing yet again.

“Y-Yeah,” muttered Wing, nuzzling his mate behind the ear. “Hope it’ll be comfortable for you.”

Snow looked at the batpony, chewing on a response, his cheeks reddening even more as he said, “I-I’m kinda used to harder. B-But I don’t mind. Even the sofa is good if...” He briefly nuzzled Dancer back, finishing “...if you’re there too.”

The two kissed, lying down and settling into the sheets. Hooves wrapped around backs and tails mingled as Winter and Wing hugged into one another, sinking slightly into the fluffy pillows.

“I love you, Snow,” whispered out Wing, nuzzling Winter’s ear.

Snow stiffened, the declaration stunning him into silence. Before his mind could catch up, the heart took the reins, and he responded, “I love you too, Wingie.”

The batpony gave an odd, happy chirp, and began kissing and roaming his hooves all over Winter’s body with renewed vigor. The ministrations thawed Snow out of his stupor, slowly but surely building up passion in the movement of his legs and lips. The two spent some time exploring one another’s body.

Winter’s massive frame was all flexing muscle, hard, almost unyielding, with a coat that tended to grate against the skin. Yet as Wing swept his muzzle along the ripped torso, it gave way easily under his tongue and lips. Each kiss or lick caused small spasms on the stallion’s belly, as if they were unexpected pricks, but Snow did nothing to stop the eager batpony, up until he got too low under the sheets in his fervor. A gentle hoof tapped him on the nose, followed by a hard glare, a facade betrayed by Winter’s lustful panting. Wing smiled back and dove for the muzzle, kissing deeply and letting loose his slick tongue, dancing it around Winter’s slower and bigger one.

In Winter’s hooves, Wing seemed so small and fragile. He was soft, to the point of his coat and skin feeling slick. As he roamed along his lover’s body, he discovered toned muscles underneath, ones that gave way with groans of pleasure at his touch. As delicately as he could, he traced around the batpony’s wing muscles, prodding and exploring the foreign appendages with just the tips of his hooves. The taut muscles sprang into action, lifting the webbed wings above the two of them. They trembled lightly as Snow kept climbing his hoof along them, folding in to let him reach all the way to the top. As soon as he started touching the thin canvas of the wing, he felt it closing around his leg, the warm, hairless skin a peculiar sensation.

“Such a shame it’s no sexy touchy time,” murred Dancer, licking along Winter’s jaw with a cheeky grin. “These wings aren’t only great for flying.”

“Wsshh,” hissed Snow, frustration coloring his cheeks a deeper shade of red. “Y-You’re skirting the e-edge as it is. You’re evil,” he concluded, diving in for another kiss.

Both felt throbbing pressure against their sheaths at that point, but neither let the other take matters too far. The petting transformed into simple touch and hugs after a while, the couple letting their arousal fade into tenderness. The comfortable pillows and sheets engulfed them in a crispy nest made for two. Pretty soon, their breathing slowed and sleep took them.

* * *

Winter Snow woke up like he hadn’t in a long while - rested and comfortable. It was dark in the room, not even a hint of sunlight under the drawn curtains. The stallion’s senses drifted back to him in delicate waves of the most delicious sensations.

First came touch - the pillows and blankets kept him warm, but it was the weight of his buckfriend cuddled tightly into him that made his muzzle break in half with a smile. He could barely make out the vulnerable pony’s outline, but his hooves and chest told him exactly where he was. Where he should be, always. The silky coat and mane were a wonder to behold, and he softly stroked the batpony, earning himself some muted purring. The sound reverberated against his chest, the air tickling him.

Smell came in second, the scent of lavender. Winter took in steady whiffs of it - on any other pony, it would have felt overwhelming, but on Wing, it was pleasantly sweet and sort of… bodily. He couldn’t help but breathe in more and more, nuzzling his face into the thick mane below.

The small purring was music to his ears. It was inconceivable for a pony to sound like a cat, but apparently batponies had that going for them. The rumbling on his chest almost tickled and he had to stifle a chuckle, imagining the batpony kneading him like a real cat or arching his back. Or maybe batponies did that?

Winter lay still in the bed, save for his hoof idly petting the back of Wing’s neck. Now that he had a bit of time, the thoughts he threw away the other day came rushing back in. First and foremost was the biggest one, trampling all the others and sitting on his brain - ‘Why does it feel so good with Wing? Was I always gay, or is it a recent thing?’

To be honest, the latter kind of scared him. It was that kind of irrational fear that didn’t have much to do with reality, but tended to bother you to no end with the possibilities. If he was secretly gay, or bisexual even, that’d be okay - it was part of him all along, and it took the right pony for the tendency to surface. Case closed, no more questions. But what if he ‘caught’ the gay from Wing? No, thinking about it that way had a negative feel to it…

The batpony below stirred, and the thoughts fell off their perch. His muzzle sniffed a couple of times and Wing yawned, his hooves adjusting their grip on the back of Winter’s neck and barrel. He pressed his head against Winter’s chest and chin, the wings on his back fidgeting slightly. Then, the batpony sighed and lay still again, his gentle breath flowing over the back of Winter’s mane and neck.

What was Snow thinking about again? Ah, yes, being gay. Frankly, it shouldn’t really matter. All he cared about was this time with Wing, just like this - wrapped in a hug, stroking his mane… caring for him. Not just for anypony, for the pony right here and now specifically. Yeah, he felt masculine and all that jazz when holding mares before, but the creature wrapped around him right now felt especially fragile. There was something about fliers that made them feel leaner, more compact. And those wings of his? He should probably stop thinking about them, lest there be an incident first thing in the morning…

A sudden buzzing to his side startled Winter, his hoof lashing out towards the noise. The alarm died with a loud bang against the nearby wall.

“Wha- who- ?!” yelped Wing, lurching into consciousness. “Intruder!” he yelled out, struggling in the covers and against Snow’s body.

“Oh, shit, sorry! Calm down, it’s- YEOW!” screamed Snow. He cradled his bitten leg, scooching away from the bewildered batpony who only now was starting to look a bit more lucid. “What’s gotten into you?!”

Wing blinked several times, rubbing his eyes with a hoof, the sudden burst of adrenaline leaving him crashing back to the bed. “What? Snow? What’s wrong baby?”

“Baby?” mouthed Winter, not sure what to think about that kind of term coming from a stallion’s mouth towards him. “You bit me, that’s what!”

“Huh? Oh, I’m so sorry,” fretted Wing, sitting mostly upright and reaching out to Winter. “Lemme look. I’m so sorry, t-the alarm startled me,” he mumbled, inspecting Snow’s leg as gingerly as he could.

“It’s okay. Eh, my fault for… Well, sorry about the alarm clock too, I guess. Maybe I should get some more light in here?”

“No, it’s fine, I can see perfectly well in this light… And, thankfully, it’s not so bad,” he said with a sheepish grin, kissing the leg. “Sorry, I didn’t think I’d be bitey in the morning.”

“Well… heh, better the leg than something else,” tried Snow, a cocky grin growing on his muzzle.

“Wh- psh!” spluttered Wing, turning a light shade of red. He kissed the leg again, followed by a brief peck to Snow’s smug muzzle. “Well, I’ll have you know it happened only once. And the guy only needed like three stitches.”

“Bwuh-WHA?!” yelped Snow, yanking his leg away and hugging himself. “You’re joking right?”

Grin.

“Tell me you’re joking!”

“Okay. I’m joking,” easily said Dancer.

Winter wasn’t sure what to think of it, watching the batpony hop off the bed and look back at him as he stretched.

“But the guy sure wasn’t laughing,” finished the cheeky batpony, snickering at the paling Winter. “Care for some breakfast? Scrambled eggs sound good?”

* * *

While the coffee was a bland slurry of ‘Time To Wake Up’ instant, the eggs utterly surprised Snow.

“I take it you like scrambled eggs, then,” said Wing, a wide smile on his muzzle as he got rid of the rest of his ‘coffee’.

“Not really,” said Winter, his tongue polishing up the dish to a near mirror-sheen. “But damn, those were the best I’ve had in my entire life!”

“Why, thank you!” beamed Dancer, blushing only a little. He took the plate away before Snow could get down to a 3rd round of spit n’ polish and dumped it in the sink, along with a pan and some forks. “Glad you liked ‘em. Me, I prefer them over toast. But whatever it might be, it’s always better with spices.”

“Yeah, what were those? Where did you get them?” asked Snow, his gaze homing in on the batpony’s swaying rump.

“Oh, it’s from my parents. They run a small herbal shop up at Hollow Shades. Place is only a bit tamer than the Everfree, but has great climate for all sorts of exotic stuff to grow on. They send me a sample or few every once in awhile.” He paused, looking back and catching Winter’s stare. “See anything you like~?”

Snow stiffened and looked away, gulping. “Uh… I mean, your cutie marks!” and the sweet rump underneath, he thought helplessly.

“Oh, these old things? Curious how I got my mark?” asked Wing, swaying his hind on the tip of his hooves. He chuckled at the burning color blooming on Snow’s face. “It’s not much of a story. One day I was at a friend’s birthday. Place as small as Hollows, every kid in the neighborhood came over. Mom and dad wanted me to give him a toy soldier, but I knew he’d always wanted a rag doll to share with his twin sister.” He chuckled, turning back to the running water and dishes. “Long story short, he got the doll, I got chastised for being a brat and ruining a party, but managed to not get grounded for getting my CM out of it.” He turned to look at the red-ribboned yellow present cutie mark on his flank, grinning at it. “I think it means I know what other ponies want the most, and like giving it to them.” Slowly, he turned his gaze upwards, biting his lip and flicking his tail.

Winter felt hot all of a sudden. He decided to stare straight ahead, ignoring the batpony’s laugh.

“What about you, Snowy? What’s the story behind that cloud and snowflakes?”

Winter shrugged and slumped in his chair a bit, peeking at the clock. “Even less exciting. I saw snow and liked it, bam, got a mark for it.”

“Sounds like you’re glossing over a lot of detail,” tsked Wing, shaking his hooves off and wiping them into a towel. “But I get it. Some stories can be very personal. I won’t pry.”

“It’s not that-” started Snow, earning himself a kiss to the nose. The batpony cuddled up to him and looked deep into his eyes in rapt attention. “I mean, it’s a lame story. Boring.”

“Not to me,“ assured Wing, drawing a small circle on Snow’s puffed out chest. “Still got a bit of time, right? I’d really love to know, if you’d like to tell. I can even promise to not laugh too loud.”

Winter deadpanned, sighing and kissing the side of his cheeky buckfriend’s snout. “Alright, alright. Eh, I guess I’ll just...”

“You see, I wasn’t born in Equestria. Parents worked in the Equestrian embassy in Gryphonia. Back there, the climate is either hot or too hot - the catbirds there don’t enjoy wet feathers. My parents were mostly busy with embassy stuff, so they had my grandparents take care of me when they were gone. It was nice, but they often complained how Equestria was better, how lusher the grass was, how friendlier the folk were. It was a constant grinding point between them, and I hated it,” shrugged Winter, idly stroking Wing’s mane. “One of the things my grandpappy always brought up was that the climate in Gryphonia was unnatural. No rain, no breeze, no snow during Hearth’s Warming. I didn’t get it, being a kid practically raised in a desert.”

“When I has 5 or 6, my grandparents finally decided they had had enough of Gryphonia, headed out home. There were a few months that the family was split apart, angry at one another, but I really loved all of them and didn’t want them to argue. For once I was a smart kid and convinced my parents that Hearth’s Warming Eve is a great holiday to spend together, and that I always wanted to visit Equestria. It took some tears and shouting to finally get the grown-ups to start acting like ones.”

Winter smiled to himself. “Now, when we arrived, it really wasn’t as beautiful as my grandparents said. Trees were dead, almost no grass. Also the coldest I’ve ever experienced. It was a total bummer after being so hyped up. I was really grumpy then. Parents said I nearly sparked another family feud… up until the first snow fell. It was overnight, so when I woke up to the white landscape, I thought the Gryphonian desert just kinda swam over and bleached out. Parents made me wear a heap of clothes and escorted me outside, and then it started to snow again. I looked up and… well, it’ll sound stupid. It is stupid,” he chuckled, nuzzling into his lover’s side. “I just couldn’t stop staring. Thousands of these tiny little leaves of frozen water fell down from the sky, and I was mesmerized. Each one had a different shape, they all flew in patterns on the wind. Like a dance. Then, down below, they clumped up into this crunchy heap that could swallow a colt whole. Parents said my eyes were literally popping out of their sockets and I was stock still for at least fifteen minutes, just staring at the snow.”

“The adults showed me all kinds of things I never experienced - building a snow-pony, riding a one-pony sleigh, snowball fighting. Only after I came home did we notice my cutie mark - it must’ve appeared somewhere along the way, but all the thick clothes probably covered it’s appearance. Best damn Hearth’s Warming ever.”

“Wow,” sighed Wing, pecking Winter on the chin. “That is a really nice story. I don’t know why you think it’s lame.”

“Well, what’s a talent for appreciating winter worth?” asked Snow, standing up and stretching out his legs. “Can’t make weather, being an earth pony and all. Only good that came out of it was a nice name.”

“What did they name you before?”

Snow rolled his eyes and trotted out of the kitchen. “Maybe another time. I have to take that shower and go.”

Dancer’s eyes lit up at that, and he bolted in front of the stallion, tail wagging. “Can I help?” He giggled at the sceptical stare he got in turn, patting Winter on the head and adding, “Don’t worry, scrub and clean only.”

* * *

“Getting kinda crowded,” grumbled Rising Star, trying his best to strap on his armor while not clanging into another pony in the suddenly small locker room. “Can’t believe they’re bringing reinforcements from all over.”

“Yeah,” sighed Winter, his good mood from the morning deflating with each passing minute. He threw a bunch of papers into his locker and closed it, rolling his eyes. “Plus, they want us to stay in the barracks up until ‘the event’.”

“Whaat?” anguished Star, quickly skimming his own orders and clenching his jaw. “Why?! I mean, we don’t even know what’s going on, and they’re acting like it’s the second coming of Discord or something. What is Command thinking?”

“Don’t know,” glumly said Snow, looking around at the crowd. Most were familiar faces, with a few ponies from the reserve and individuals wearing silver or bronze armor from other places. “Says here that we should just be ready at all times. Of course there will be compensation, food, someplace to sleep-”

“Yeah, but those things aren’t my wife and kid!” protested Star. The stallion next to him nodded as well with a sour face. “I mean, c’mon, they even got on Cuddle’s case!”

“What? What do you mean? Where is she?” asked Winter, maneuvering past his fellow guardsponies and out of the lockers. The duo started trotting towards the requisition office to pick up their standard issue spears.

“Well, an officer saw her in the lockers and asked her aside. They had a conversation, and Cuddles came back to me saying that her mane and tail were not up to code, and that she’d have to shave them immediately. Poor thing looked like she was going to break down then and there.” Star shook his head, shooting the lockers a dirty look. “C’mon, who makes a mare cry first thing in the morning? It wasn’t such a big deal yesterday.”

“Something’s not right,” concluded Winter, joining the queue of ponies buried in hushed conversations.

“Well, at least she won’t be outright quitting,” whispered Star, brightening up a little. “Had a lot of fun yesterday. She’s a great drunk, I’ll tell ya that! You should feel real sorry you weren’t around.”

“Star, please,” sighed Snow, looking away. “You know I was away with… you know.”

“Yeah, yeah, but still. When the cider kicked in, she became real chatty. I mean, like, you couldn’t shut her up. Most interesting part, she kept asking about you a lot,” Star grinned a shit-eating grin that (in Winter’s mind) only the most morally deprived of ponies could ever manage. “It was like the inquisition, for real. She wanted to know about you, your cutie mark, why’d you go into the military, have you got somepony... You impressed the shit out of her, sir.”

“Did… did you tell her?” hissed Snow, his face suddenly a mask of seriousness.

“No, no, of course not!” Star backed up a bit, smiling sheepishly. “That’s your bag of oats, you deal with it. All I’m sayin is, you might have somepony of the right sex attracted to you, for once.” His grin faltered and died as it met Snow’s cold glare. “Right, whatever, shutting up,” he grumbled, looking away.

“I… I really like Wing,” admitted Snow, moving along in the seemingly endless line of ponies. “And he likes me back. Doesn’t matter which sex he is.”

“More power to ya,” shrugged Rising, pointing down the corridor. “But if there’s anything of a straight stallion left in ya, there’s a damsel down there that looks utterly distressed and needs our support right now,” he finished hurriedly, trotting out of line and towards the newcomer.

Snow followed without hesitation, his disgruntled frown melting into one of worry as he took in the pony in front of him.

Cuddlebug looked like she’d been crying all the way to the barracks, and then some. Her eyes were puffy and swollen, rivulets of damp fur rolling down her cheeks. Her once flowing mane and bushy tail were reduced to but a fraction of their glory, bearing the hallmarks of an express job. Winter wasn’t sure if the cut was done with a razor or a cleaver, but it looked like she’d be better off with tearing the hair out rather than letting whatever butcher work on it ever again.

“T-They s-said it-it won’t show under t-the a-a-armor,” choked out Cuddlebug, her legs wobbling as she took small steps toward the rushing guards.

The duo held her up and shielded from prying eyes when the dam broke. She tried her best to keep from sobbing, gurgling and pushing her face against the plate of Winter’s armor. The stallion sat up and wrapped his firm hooves around her, letting her hide behind him.

“It’s gonna be okay, Cuddles,” whispered Rising, rubbing her back soothingly. “You’re real brave for doing what you did, you know?”

“B-Brave?” choked out the mare, looking at the brown stallion with one puffy eye.

“Of course,” echoed Winter, rocking her lightly in his grasp. “Takes a lot of character to sacrifice the things you love. We’re really proud of you.” He gently pushed her muzzle to face his, settling into an easy smile and taking her in. “And I’m sure we can get you a decent cut on town at a proper saloon. You’ll look good, trust me.”

Cuddlebug gave the sergeant a snotty, timid little smile, leaning her head against his chest. “Thank you. Both of y-you.”

* * *

Despite the explicit orders and jam-packed timetable, Snow and Rising took Cuddlebug to the lockers, ran a hot shower for her and helped her clean up. She was in such a state she couldn’t keep her magic up to clean whatever was left of her fabulous mane, so the duo did it for her, not sparing on good words and encouragement.

Cleaned up and wearing full armor, Cuddlebug looked as good as she ever would after such loss. She kept looking back at her drooping, short tail, even when Star and Snow did their best to distract her by telling stories.

“And then, she’s all like ‘okay, okay, sorry, please don’t call the guard’. And me, swollen eye and missing tooth and all, go like, ‘honey, I AM a guard. Marry me or it’s jail time for you!’ It’s been what, almost 7 years now. Got a beautiful baby filly out of it. Packs as much of a wallop as her momma, tho.”

Cuddlebug giggled, the smile on her face not quite reaching her eyes. “Yeah, you’re right, that is a weird story.”

“Hah, wait till ya hear about the time we had a crisis and the guard were actually involved!”

“Afternoon, privates, sergeant,” said somepony, startling the trio out of their conversation.

The professional soldiers immediately turned around and stiffened in a salute, followed by the slightly tardy Cuddlebug, who did her best to look the part, her tail self-consciously hiding behind her back.

The newcomer bore the insignia of a lieutenant, and the face of a pony who was either constipated or bored with life. Considering his stiff posture, it could have been either.

“Sergeant Winter Snow, correct?” asked the pony, eyeing all three with equal disdain.

“Yes, sir!” crisply replied Snow. He tried keeping a neutral expression, but a slight frown escaped onto his muzzle when the lieutenant started critically looking over Cuddlebug.

“Yes. See, private, I told you it’d be alright,” drawled the pony, his face mimicking a smile of a person who only read about facial expression. “No matter. Sergeant, I’ll need private Rising Star for a quick assignment. He should be back within the hour.”

At this point, Winter was fighting his own body for control - if he could, he would have hit the officer for making Cuddlebug’s lip quiver as it did. “What is this about, sir?” he said in an even voice, clenching his teeth to keep from saying any more.

“None of your concern, sergeant. Come along, private. There is no time to waste.”

“Um,” started Star, looking at Winter in confusion and a bit of distress.

“Sir, with all due respect, we have explicit orders to not split up and a very specific timetable we should hurry to abide by,” said Winter, putting a hoof to Rising’s chest to hold him back. “I think you need-”

“Yes, yes, a requisition order, it’s already been filled!” spat the lieutenant, digging out a rolled scroll with his wing and flicking it towards Winter. “Now, there is no more time to waste. As you were, sergeant, private.”

Rising Star shrugged and hurried along, shooting a worried look at Winter and Cuddlebug.

“What?” mumbled Winter, quickly skimming the document. “This is hogwash. It’s… it’s just so generic!”

“W-What do you mean, sir?” asked Cuddlebug, deflating visibly. “Something w-wrong?”

“Yeah,” grumbled Winter, shoving the paper into his saddle and hurrying along their route, Cuddlebug in pursuit of the upset stallion. “All those orders mean is ‘give Rising Star to Blue Moon for however long he needs’. Really, this just keeps getting better and better!”

“S-Sorry,” mumbled out Cuddlebug, falling into step with Winter.

“For what? Did you write the orders?” sighed the Stallion, sparing a small smile and a shake of the head. “Eh, I get it that it’s getting tense. I guess the Captain is going a bit crazy with the wedding and the terrorist attack.”

“Wouldn’t want to be in his horseshoes,” remarked Cuddlebug, touching the side of her head with a hoof. “It must be a lot of pressure. So much power, the expectations… and now a fiancee. Like, I know I’d be freaking out if I’d be the bride.”

Winter chuckled at that. “You think the bride has it tough? Try consoling a drunk groom, day before he gets married, sobbing into your rented tux that the missus will beat the everliving Tartarus out of him for funsies.”

Cuddlebug looked at Winter skeptically, albeit with a toothy smile that raised his spirits.

“Honest truth! And I know he’ll deny it, but the idiot actually tried to slip a line into his wife’s vows, something along the lines of ‘and I shall not beat my husband, for whatever reason, as long as he lives’. Had to let him lay low at my place for a week,” he said, grinning as Cuddlebug started laughing. “The missus was so pissed, she looked like a volcano ready to explode,” he finished with a wink, the tense atmosphere from moments ago evaporating into the afternoon breeze.

“So,” started Cuddle, her laughter dying down as she took deep breaths, “I get you two are close? Know each other long? If it’s no trouble to ask, sir,” she added, looking a bit bashful.

“Don’t worry about it,” shrugged Winter, looking up at the pink-tinted sky. “Yeah, we met at boot camp. Hard to believe it’s been ten years. Hard to believe the lazy git didn’t want to advance, or move to a better place.”

“Why?”

“Dunno. Always said he liked it in Canterlot, and when he saw me join the officers, said he could never do it. I think he has an allergy to responsibility,” huffed Winter, scratching his nose with the tip of his spear. “How he manages to keep a family and filly, I’ll never know.”

“What about you, sir? I mean, surely, you could have been a lieutenant, or even commander by now.”

“Eh. Maybe. But any higher, and all the paperwork would start, and the walking would end,” he said, scanning the parade grounds with a wary eye.

“Oh. I see,” replied Cuddle, following suit and squinting suspiciously at the bushes nearby. “So you like to walk, sir?”

“You could say that,” chuckled Snow, moving on across the grounds. “Keeps you fit. Way better than pushing papers at a desk all day long. Honestly, I have no idea how ponies do it.”

“It’s just a job,” sighed Cuddlebug, flicking away a stray pebble with her magic. “Someponies find working in a spa to be the lowliest of lows. I mean, you serve for the vanity of others. That’s just a step above being a servant at a rich aristocrat's home, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, sure. The same way being a guard is a step above bouncing for clubs,” retorted Winter, shooting Cuddlebug a smug grin. “Like I said before, no work shames. Well, maybe except for dishonest, shady deals, like dealing drugs to foals or thieving.”

Cuddlebug chuckled, moving in closer to Snow and looking up to him. “You’re a good, honest pony, sir Winter Snow, sir.”

Snow blushed at the compliment, looking down at the mare’s happy eyes. “If you say so. Thanks.” He paused, flicking his ears and angling them around for a moment before continuing. “You’ve got a great character yourself, Cuddlebug. Rising told me you had fun yesterday at the bar.”

Instantly, the mare turned beet red, shying away. “U-Uhh, yeah. The others were… nice.” She started patting along her neck, looking for something, before resigning herself to just staring at the floor as she followed Snow up the battlements of Canterlot Castle.

“You better watch it with cider around him,” he said back. “He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d get some dirt on you. I think he’s got something on anypony who ever set foot in our little bar. He says it’s his little ‘insurance policy’, to make sure the missus doesn’t learn something she shouldn’t have.”

Her grin back in place, Cuddlebug hurried up the stairs, looking out after Winter across Canterlot. “It wasn’t as bad, sir. We had a few mugs… talked some. I-I might have done some d-dancing,” she admitted, tail swishing steadily behind her. “I-It’s a shame you couldn’t come, sir.”

“Sorry. Had an appointment scheduled beforehoof. Couldn’t miss it,” crisply replied Snow, leaning over the chiseled stone to look at something down below.

“W-Well,” she said, hopping onto a spot beside Snow, “w-would you, perhaps, maybe… I mean, sir… would you like to catch a-a mug… tonight?”

The proposal, stammery as it was, caused Snow to whip his head to face a red-faced Cuddlebug, her eyes resolutely plastered to a far-off point. She glanced back at him for a second, meeping and looking away, her ears burning with embarrassment.

“I m-mean, i-if you’re busy packing and such, I guess, well, maybe not today, but you know, maybe someday, I mean, Winter, sir, if that’s no trouble and, oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

The avalanche of words was halted by a hoof to her shoulder and a friendly smile that sparked an ember of hope in her eyes.

“That sounds nice. I’ll just have to get back home to pack a few things and… well, get ready.” He said, looking back out at the pink-covered sky. “Does eight sound good? I guess it’d be as good a time as any to celebrate your first night-to-be in the barracks.” He grinned, lowering his muzzle and poking her chest with a hoof. “You’re going to love sleeping in one room with Rising Star. Absolutely, love, it.” The sergeant articulated every word with a light poke to her chest, making her face go from ecstatic to slightly worried. “You know what we called him back at boot camp?”

Head shake.

“Rising Volume.”

* * *

Rising ‘Volume’ Star was gone for at least two hours, worrying Winter and Cuddlebug. He caught up with the two in one of the palace corridors, uncharacteristically grumpy and reserved. He refused to say what the lieutenant wanted with him, gritting his teeth and shutting down any avenue of approaching the subject.

Mood soured, the guardspony group finished their rounds in an eerie silence, interrupted only sporadically with meaningless comments on the weather or the bustle in the city below. It was with a measure of relief that Snow finally returned his spear and hit the showers, the emotions of the day sinking down the drain along with the grime and sweat.

Bidding his friends farewell, the guardspony took up a brisk pace, jogging towards the arcades. In his head, he was trying to figure out the best way to break the sad news to Wing Dancer. He’d be gone for at least four days, with no option to leave without a permit. If it was even half as painful for him as it were for the batpony, he’d have to work extra hard to make up for it after the wedding.

“Maybe… yeah, that’s… maybe doable?” mused Winter, stopping at the entrance to Pacopolis. “Sweet Princesses, I’m going to owe Rising a whole truckload of cider for this.” His spirits slightly uplifted, the stallion pushed his way into the cool, dark interior of the arcade, the familiar bustle and noise not as startling as before.

Taught by previous experiences, Winter skirted along the edge of the room, avoiding eye contact with any of the patrons, making a bee-line for the short queue at the bar. Wing Dancer didn’t seem to notice him, busy working at top-speed to get through his line of patrons. He wore a small, happy grin on his muzzle, the expression fitting the energetic batpony like a glove. Winter couldn’t help but smile himself, doing his best to hide behind the lanky colt in front of him. He bit his lip, blushing lightly as a cheeky plan formed in his mind. Even though he felt it’d aggravate his sense of being judged by others, he did promise his lover he’d work on himself.

“Thank you, bye, have a great time!” chirped Dancer, hoofing a Sparkle Cola to the lanky regular. He smiled to the next pony in line, already repeating his mantra. “Hello sir, how can I help you toda-” he paused, his eyes registering the tall, definitely un-coltish appearance of Winter Snow, grinning down at him with a goofy smile and red cheeks.

Winter quickly glanced side to side, leaned in and whispered, “U-Uh… O-One kiss for a buckf-friend, please?”

The glee on Dancer’s face was worth all the embarrassment and complexes in the world. And the kiss was good too, if brief, with only a little bit of tongue. It tasted a bit like carrots and fizz.

“Snowy! I’m so glad you’re here! Want a Sparkle or something?” chirped Wing, reaching beneath the counter and fishing out a dark bottle.

“No, thanks, Wing,” smiled Snow, pushing the sweet drink away. “Um, I actually came by to say that… well… for the next few days, we might not be seeing each other.”

It was painful to see the batpony instantly deflate, his winning smile dialing down to only a slight rise in the corners of his mouth. “Huh? Why? Is something the matter, Winter?”

Snow combed a hoof through his mane, looking away with a slight frown. “Yeah. All the guards are supposed to stay on the premises. We’ll have to sleep in the barracks until this whole thing concludes, one way or the other.”

Wing’s features settled into worry, the batpony stroking Snow’s chin. “Will you be alright? Is it really that dangerous?”

Snow shrugged, catching the hoof in his own and kissing it lightly, ignoring the blaze in his cheeks and pressure under his skull that’d have him look around. “I don’t think so. I mean, who would be stupid enough to try and take on the Royal Guard and then some?” He chuckled and nuzzled his buckfriend. “We’ll be fine, promise. I’ll be fine, and safe. And once all this blows over, I’ll make it up to you~”

Wing’s features immediately brightened at that, his mouth locked into a surprised little ‘o’. “Oh? A surprise? Do tell?” he asked, leaning in and wiggling his eyebrows.

“It wouldn’t be a surprise then if I told you,” retorted Winter, unable to hide the smile on his muzzle and a swish of his tail. He pushed the cheeky batpony back behind the counter, but not before sneaking in one more nuzzle. “So uh, I also have this thing with the… the, uh, boys, at eight. Today.”

“Oh. OH! At eight? B-But,” stammered Wing, looking up at the clock and gasping. “Aww man… And I wanted to… eh. Shame,” he sighed.

Winter couldn’t feel more like a jackass if he tried. Not only did he kinda-sorta indirectly lie to his buckfriend about his meeting, he also didn’t think the batpony would want to spend time with him before he had to go. Actually, now that he did think about it, it was kind of obvious he should be spending his time before departure with Wing as much as he could. He’d miss him, for Princess’ sake! Why did he agree to go meet up with Cuddlebug in the first place? Was it out of pity, or to help her feel better after losing her gorgeous mane?

“Yeah, s-sorry. It was kind of a… on the spot decision. Kinda regret that now,” he admitted, his ears pinning back and head lowered.

“It’s okay, Snowie,” assured Wing, putting his forehead to his buckfriend’s. “It’s not like it has to be a date every day of every week.” He smiled and kissed the forehead of his lover, pressing a hoof to his side. “Sorry, but there are customers in line that need things. I’ll get back to you real, quick, okay?”

“That’s gay,” commented a pulp colt, propping himself against the top and eyeing Wing.

Before Snow managed to react, Wing smiled down at the patron and put his hooves to to his sides, saying, “You’re just jelly, Licorice, coz I got a buckfriend, and you can’t even get past level one of that dating sim.”

The child immediately went beet red, flailing his hooves and sputtering. “Hey, not cool, man! Was s’posed to be a secret!”

“It is,” smiled the batpony, leaning in with twinkles in his eyes. “I didn’t say what kind of dating sim it was.”

* * *

Having dealt with the queue, Dancer dashed into the back room without as much as a peep, leaving the stunned Winter alone at the top. The stallion didn’t even get a chance to start loathing himself for letting Wing down when the batpony dashed out again, saddlebags and all, followed by the burly owner of Pacopolis.

“Thanks a million, sir!” chirped Dancer, hopping the top with the help of his wings and seizing Winter’s forehoof. “See you later!”

“Bye, Wing,” grumbled the stallion, staring down the first filly in line. “What’ll it be?”

Before Snow could even cough up a question, he found himself dragged away from the arcades, the batpony’s energy kicking into overdrive as he tugged and dragged Winter along, helping himself with wing-powered dashes to keep the sergeant moving.

“Wait, Wing! What’s happening?!” finally managed Snow, trying and failing to dig in his hooves.

“It’s a coltnapping! You’re being coltnapped!” proclaimed Wing, giggling to himself as he powered on towards his apartment. “You kinda forced my hoof here, Snowy, sir.”

“B-But, wait, what about your work? You j-just left?” fretted Winter, resigning himself to willingly follow the tugging instead of tripping every other step of the way.

“Oh, don’t you worry none. I have contingencies for all sorts of situations!” giggled Wing, looking back at his lover. “And this is a code one.”

“Code one? Huh?”

Wing suddenly stopped, catching Snow who almost flew by in a hug. He brought his muzzle up to Winter’s, purring out, “Buckfriend unexpectedly leaving for an extended period of time and needs to remember what to come back to~”

Snow’s ears became warm all of a sudden, and the stallion tried saying something before his lips were sealed in a hard, wet kiss. It was unlike the previous tender ministrations - rough, almost hungry, with the batpony’s mouth grinding against his, Wing’s tongue slathering over Winter’s in wild excitement.

Dazed, Snow followed Dancer the rest of the way, very conscious of the pressure in his loins threatening to spill his privates from their sheath. Luckily, it was only a five minute canter until the two finally barged into the apartment, hooves and mouths already at work on one another.

Wing allowed a bit more kissing and groping before shoving Snow onto the couch and doing his best to keep him there. The rowdy stallion whined and reached out to the smiling batpony, eventually settling down on the sofa, panting hard.

“So, uh, what now?” he asked, confusion battling arousal.

“You wait here. I’ll be back in a second,” panted out Dancer, dashing for the bedroom.

Winter felt hot, and not only on his face. He squirmed on the sofa, watching his flaccid member try and make up it’s mind if it should be stiff as a board or just cut the losses and go back home. The decision was made for it, however, as Dancer trotted back into the room, swaying his hips and eyeing Snow through half-lidded eyes.

Wing Dancer sauntered over to the sofa, leaned over Snow, a hoof to his chest keeping him from squirming, and whispered, “Well, it’s a right shame you have to go away for so long. On such a short notice, too,” he tsked.

“I kno-” started Winter, a hoof to his mouth stopping him from finishing the sentence. It lightly prodded at his lips, drawing them down. Down and down went the leg, stopping on his stomach, right above the steadily rising need in his loins.

“But that’s alright, darling. I can work with tight schedules~” purred out Dancer, joining his other forehoof in kneading Winter’s hard abdomen. “I had a whole three course meal planned out for you, when you’d be ready… but it won’t hurt to give you a taste of desserts to raise the appetite for later.”

Winter gulped hard, unable to look away from Wing’s giant, dilated pupils. The touch on his stomach was tantalizing, slipping down towards his stallionhood, stopping a hair’s length away from the burning need. Winter whimpered.

“Now now, don’t worry. Wingie will take care of everything~ Come on, soldier boy. Let’s move to a more… comfortable spot,” said Wing, articulating the last words in a sultry voice. He then hopped off the stallion and started making his way towards the bedroom. Winter got a spectacular view of his tight flanks, the tail flagging slightly to the side, caressing his chin. He followed the motion, the soft tufts of hair teasing at his jaw, leading him like on a leash deeper into the house.

As soon as they entered the room, the lighting became dimmer. The bed itself was neatly made, pillows arranged at the head and the sheets without blemish. The batpony climbed onto the bed and, in one smooth motion, turned around and lay on his back. Muzzle to muzzle, the batpony reached out and kissed Winter tenderly. He let his tongue slip out and snake around Snow’s mouth, enjoying the taste and sensation of the stallion’s muzzle working in tandem with his. The two murred into the kiss, Dancer steadily drawing his head down, forcing Winter to follow a step or two forward.

Wing finally broke the kiss, panting, looking up at his equally red-faced lover. They smiled in unison and Wing licked his lips slowly, tracing along his fangs. “Alright, darling. Prop yourself on the bed… Let your buckfriend take care of that throbbing need of yours.”

Snow swallowed hard, again, putting a shaky leg on the bed. He darted down for one last kiss, finally climbing the bed and inching himself forward a bit. From his vantage point, he had an unrestricted view of the batpony’s slick body. Wing’s tail was lazily swishing side to side, his legs splayed freely, displaying himself without shame. His neat package was hovering above his stomach, the length pulsating with a steady heartbeat of it’s own.

“Come a bit closer, love,” purred Wing down below, booping Winter’s stomach. “You’re well endowed, but still a bit out of reach.”

Winter’s face went up in flames and his legs threatened to buckle. He felt his length slap against his body in anticipation, taking a few tiptoes forward. The bobbing of his rod down below made him feel a bit self-conscious, imagining what the view must’ve been for the batpony.

“B-Better?” mumbled out Snow, his eyes inexplicably drawn back to Dancer’s dick and smooth, black balls beneath. Perhaps if he came a bit closer he could…

Wing reached out his hooves and locked them behind Winter’s flanks, startling the stallion and making him hop forward a bit.

“Now it’s better,” purred Wing, nuzzling the jet black warmth between his eyes. He tugged his forehooves a bit more, licking his lips as he felt the giant stallionhood climb up along his nose with every step he forced Snow to take. “Don’t worry about me, honey. Just relax and enjoy yourself. Your buckfriend is gonna make sure you go back… prepared~”

Winter couldn’t help but sigh as he felt the entirety of Wing’s muzzle move from side to side, caressing his stallionhood with that silky fur of his. He felt himself squeeze out a hot droplet of juice, the fluid wiped out almost immediately by his lover’s coat. He squeaked lightly at a gust of hot air engulfing his balls, followed by the wetness of a delicate tongue slithering up his orbs. He had no idea how long the batpony’s tongue was, but it seemed to go on forever as it travelled across his scrotum, rolling his family jewels in their pouch, constantly assaulted by the panting Wing’s hot breaths.

Dancer relished in the musky flavor of his stallion, exploring every inch of the tasty orbs presented to him. He puckered his lips and kissed the sack, drawing it in a bit and letting go in tiny, suckling kisses. Judging by the hissing and moaning from above, his ministrations were well welcome, and the batpony continued worshipping Winter’s testes with vigor. Over time, he drew in more and more of the skin, pulling it taut with just his lips, letting go and letting the orbs settle. With a satisfied groan he watched them rise and fall, working of their owner’s own volition. The throbbing length propped against his jaw and throat pulsed every so often and the batpony felt hot droplets run down his skin in a growing rivulet.

“Ahh!“ yelped Snow, involuntarily bucking his hips lightly as one of his testicles was engulfed in it’s entirety. Wing’s warm mouth vibrated with a purring sound, sending shocks of arousal and pleasure up his spine. He didn’t dare move, feeling the tug between the batpony’s fangs, yet still too aroused to pay them any more mind. The lucky orb was slathered in a circular motion by Wing’s swift tongue, the additional tugging of the batpony’s lips causing him to bite his lip. With a pop from below, his testicle was released to the slightly chilly air. As a shiver ran down his spine, he couldn’t help but moan again as his other jewel was tended to.

If Wing Dancer could, he’d spend all day just suckling on Winter’s massive balls. He smiled lightly to himself, eyes closed, savoring the slightly yielding skin and hard filling inside. He explored every inch of the oval, suckling it back to his mouth as it tried to escape his mouth to deposit a dollop of juice on his coat down below. With a bit of reluctance, he finally let go, giving his favorite pair of prizes a parting nuzzle.

“Could you back up a little bit now, love? I have to clean up the mess I’ve just made,” cooed Dancer, drawing small licks on the stallionhood above.

Winter shuddered. He was sure his penis was a rod of searing iron by now, that’s how tight and hot it felt. The touch of Wing’s cool tongue sent bolts of ecstasy along his entire length, each point of contact lingering in a cooling sensation that made him pump out even more pre-cum to slicken his lover’s throat.

“O-Okay,” panted out Snow, quickly backing out, groaning as he bent his knees a bit to draw his hot need along the batpony’s face. Surprisingly, he was able to gauge how much he needed to go back by simply missing the soft sensation on the length of his shaft. A sharp pull to his rump signalled him to stop nonetheless, the purr down below intensifying. “Good boy. Now, Snowy, we need to put down some ground rules for this~”

“Buh?” sputtered the aroused stallion, lightly moving back and forth on his hooves for a little bit of stimulation to his already engorged cockhead.

“You see, I’m going to let you… go at your pace,” explained Wing, moving one hoof up to grab the one Winter had propped on the bed. “While I’d like you to go slow, I wouldn’t mind you rutting my throat till you feed me your delicious stallion juice,” he cooed, caressing the forehoof. “Still, as fun as it is, I might need you to stop or back out at some point. You know, to take a breath,” giggled the batpony, kissing the underside of Winter’s twitching length. “So, darling, if you would be so kind and do that whenever I squeeze your leg like this?” he finished, squeezing his fetlock around Winter’s hoof.

“Uh… I mb… O-Okay,” said Winter, swallowing hard, trying to focus.

“Thank you, baby. Just remember. Squeeze means freeze,” giggled Dancer, pecking and teasing Snow’s tip with his tongue. “Since that’s settled, you can go whenever you like. Just please, take it slow at first. Let me get used to it.”

Doing his best to not ram his hips down Wing’s gullet then and there, the stallion pushed his hips forward, a long groan accompanying the motion. Each inch that entered the warm cavity of Dancer’s mouth was immediately welcomed by an eager tongue, wrapping around and dancing along the flesh like a wet eel. As soon as the whole head fit between the batpony’s fangs, adding a bit of delicate pressure to the sides of his throbbing length, the muzzle and lips began sucking, inviting Winter even deeper.

On his end, Wing was in heaven, despite the slight worry he initially had. He was braced for a violent thrust of the already teased stallion, but was pleasantly surprised by the tender way he just slid in, keeping himself steady. He did his best to slather the hot stallionhood in his mouth, panting lustfully as he felt the shaking of the body above. The monumental length was slowly but surely creeping down to the back of his throat.

Winter’s eyes were closed and breathing elevated, as his whole world was reduced to the hotness around his dick and cool, wet sensation left on his balls. Like fire and ice, the sensations fought for supremacy, shooting bolts and pricks of pleasure along his body, causing random muscles on his back to spasm. Then, he felt a pressure on his forehoof. He ignored it for all of two seconds before his mind kicked him upside the head and reminded him of what that meant. In a fit of panic, he pulled back with a hiss, the batpony’s fangs irritating his engorged cockhead.

“Oh- hah- I-I’m so, huh, sorry! I-I didn’t, hah-” started Snow, looking down at the confused muzzle of Wing.

“Oh, nonono! Snowy, it’s okay,” assured Dancer, caressing his fretting lover’s muzzle, smiling. “ I just needed to take a breath before you went down, is all. You weren’t hurting me.”

“A-Are you sure?” asked Snow, the adrenaline causing all kinds of weird crampy sensations in his aroused body.

“Yes, I’m sure, darling,” said Dancer, lying back down and opening his mouth. “Just pull back enough so that I can breathe when I ask for it. And when I start coughing and sputtering,” he chuckled, putting a hoof back to Winter’s, “well, then you can start worrying. But trust me, it’ll be fine. Just relax.” He paused for a second, looking to the side a bit. “I mean, if you liked it, that is.”

“I-I… yes. Really, really liked it,” huffed out Winter, fighting his body for control. He leaned down and planted a rough, tongue-full kiss on Wing’s lips. The batpony smiled through the affection, returning it in kind, letting both their tongues wrestle for a moment before pushing him back.

“Then don’t keep me waiting, love. I want some more of that tasty treat you have hanging for me there,” he purred, opening his jaws and letting his tongue flop out lewdly.

Winter didn’t need telling twice. A bit more vigorously than before, he put himself back into the warm cave of Wing’s, inching himself down with a groan, his throbbing flare now sending spikes of pain-turned-pleasure through his arousal. Snow felt Wing grasp his hoof lighty and retreated a tiny bit. He watched as the batpony took a few breaths, his torso rising and falling down, before rising and staying that way. The hoof let go, and the tongue resumed it’s teasing, drawing Snow in even deeper along with the suckling of lips.

Winter was a big stallion. Dancer could tell that much after the first time he took his lover. Now, being at the mercy of his love and his lusts, it felt even bigger, the hot slab digging deeper into his throat at a snail’s pace. The batpony purred deeply, the sentiment thawed by the monster buried in his windpipe. He was so focused on the pressure he felt in his gullet he nearly forgot about his tongue work, only sporadically caressing the passing flesh, unable to savor the taste as before.

Snow grunted and groaned, feeling the tight insides of Wing’s throat squeeze him like no pussy had before. All the mares he had could not compare, especially since they never even tried blowing him like this. The sensation was heightened by the vibration of the batpony’s purring and the occasional undulating swallow, tugging along his length lodged in Wing’s throat. All too soon, the stallion’s hips bumped into Dancer’s nose, the ravenous lips suckling his drawn back sheath. To his surprise, the batpony’s tongue snaked out past the turgid member and dove straight for the rising testicles, slathering them in some much needed attention.

Wing was starting to feel a bit starved of oxygen, but the sensation of taking the entirety of what Winter had to offer felt overpowering. He was at his mercy, a tiny niggling fear of the stallion not wanting to pull back causing his own stallionhood to flop about unattended. His own precum pooled at his nethers, a small damp patch of cold that stimulated his length in it’s own way. Dancer swallowed yet again, relishing in the sympathetic throb his partner's stallionhood gave, and squeezed Winter’s hoof. It took a second for the stallion to respond, but the intruding hot length receded, the sudden emptiness in Wing’s throat causing him to pout slightly. As soon as the fat head popped into his mouth, Wing let out a fast breath, followed by a few fast pants. He felt the stallion above shiver lightly and gave his leg an affectionate rub, still holding tight onto it as he drew in more air. He relaxed his grip, stroking Winter’s hind with his other leg and purring as loudly as he could.

With a relieved sigh Winter sank back into Wing’s inviting tunnel, much easier than before. He worried for a while that the batpony would be sore, but those thought got blown right out the window as soon as he felt the warm wetness wrapped around his entire length again, the stroking of his balls by the nimble tongue a welcome bonus. The stallion started moving back and forth, first in slow, long motions, gradually picking up the pace as his need outweighed the reservations. He let his tongue droop out of his mouth, the slack jaw barely letting him keep his saliva in for long enough to swallow. His mind swam in endorphins and the fantastic feeling along his dick, pricks of pleasure forming a web of excitement that prodded him to keep going faster.

Winter was doing his best to keep the pace even, retreating whenever his partner asked for it. He moaned and groaned, trying to form coherent thoughts but ending up with variations of “So good” and “I love you”, the latter making his own heart beat faster as the words rang true. In a haze, his gaze locked onto Wing’s bobbing stallionhood, the length twitching and pumping out fat drops of fluid that formed a clear puddle around his base. The liquid clung to his fur, forming a web against Wing’s cock and balls that splattered every time Winter thrust himself down into the inviting dept’s of the batpony. Winter licked his lips and carefully inched his muzzle down.

Just as Wing was going to signal for another breath, an unexpected sensation caused his eyes to pop wide, followed by a deep groan. A warmness wrapped around his flaring tip, a hard tongue scraping along the edge of his penis in fast circles. The stallion above was sucking hard, bobbing his head with growing vigor. Dancer almost forgot about the need to breathe as the dick pistoning his throat and his own need being tended to by the lovely, muscular stallion made him roll his eyes in their sockets.

With the new dynamic set, the couple moaned and groaned with renewed strength, their movements growing in passion and intensity. Wing did his best to bob his head back and forth, letting the rough stallion above almost hammer his hips against his nose. Winter gave as good as he received, slathering the smaller penis of his lover with his tongue and sucking every single drop with reckless hunger.

Soon, Winter felt the familiar pressure building up in his loins, his testicles already hugging the base of his sheath in spiking pleasure. He popped his lover’s length out of his mouth, panting in needy whines.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” he whined, pistoning his hips back and forth as the pressure mounted at the base of his cock.

Wing squeezed his mate’s leg, the latter giving a long, disappointed groan as he retreated. The batpony took a few fast breaths and let go of the leg, closing his eyes and sucking as hard as he could. The violent thrust of Winter’s sizeable dick hurt a little, but the stallion didn’t move after that. He pressed his head against Wing’s stomach and gurgled.

Despite being so close himself, Wing couldn’t help but relish in the peculiar sensation of Winter cumming deep inside him - with his tongue pressed to the underside of his mate’s penis, he traced every heavy load as far as it could, toying with the engorged canal feelable through the throbbing stallionhood. At that moment, several veins popped out on the stallion’s length, each one meticulously prodded and slathered as the batpony helped Winter along his orgasm.

Up above, Winter’s every muscle was locked in ecstasy, his entire length a lightning rod to bolts of the pure, unrestricted pleasure he felt. Cumming never felt so good for him; he could feel each shot travel down his cock, the batpony’s tongue often pressing the bulging canal against the surface of his engorged member, up till the flared head. Each burst was accompanied by Wing’s gulp, his flare squeezed by the contracting muscles, causing the pony to yelp in pleasure bordering on overstimulation. Before he was even done, he felt a squeeze on his leg. It took him a try or two to time himself between spurts that robbed him of strength, but he managed to pull out just enough for the batpony to breathe.

Luckily, by the time Wing Dancer needed to breathe, Winter’s spurts were mere fractions of what he felt shot down his throat. The small rivers of salty cum didn’t splutter against the back of his throat as he feared, but landed neatly on his tongue for him to scoop up and suck down. Dancer’s throat was raw, his nuts aching for release, but the batpony was happy nonetheless for delivering his mate to such a powerful orgasm. Even as the stallion above settled, his body limping by the second, Dancer still kept his jet-black prize in his mouth, giving a suck or two every time he felt a throb.

Winter was spent. If he could, he would have crumpled into a heap of happy pony; he had half a mind to do it, looking down at the slightly curved lips of Wing, who obviously tried to coax out more cum out of his deflating member.

“W-Wow,” panted Snow, nuzzling into Wing’s stomach, resting best he could. “That was fantastic.”

Dancer smiled wider, letting the floppy length go and watching it rapidly shrink back to join Winter’s sagging nuts. “I’m glad y-you liked it,” he panted out, flexing his own abandoned penis with a pang of regret. “Y-You were p-pretty good yourself. S-Shame you… didn’t… hah...”

Winter’s mind drew a blank at that, and it took a few more seconds to realise what Wing meant. He heaved himself up, looking at the still-throbbing member in front of him, and smiled lazily. With a sigh, he lay his torso on Wing’s, letting his hind hooves rest a bit. He felt his lover’s muzzle poke at his stomach, immediately assaulted by kisses and licks.

“What are you up to, lovercolt?” purred out Wing, licking in small circles around what scratchy coat he could reach. The pressure on his gut was shifting, as if the big stallion above was using him as a pillow. Without much warning, the wet, sucking sensation returned, wrapping around his member. “Ah! Snowy, oh, yes!”

Spurred on by his buckfriend’s moans, Winter went down on the mouthful of cock he treated himself to. Not having to worry about spearing his date or working with a rhythm, he focused on doing what was done onto him before by the batpony. His tongue explored the pinkish flesh, caressing it from every side. The salty tang of the stallionhood didn’t deter him much, and he tried his damndest to think about it as making love to his love, not sucking stallion dick.

Wing was moaning his gratitude into Winter’s stomach. The stallion grew bolder than last time, bobbing his head with much more vigor and passion compared to the mechanical movements of two days ago. The thought of his buckfriend accepting him this way spurred on his arousal, making him buck lightly into Winter’s mouth. The stallion didn’t seem to care though, even going so far as embracing the movement and adjusting himself. Every time Wing thrust, Snow dove deeper, up to his medial ring. For every draw back, the white stallion moved to the throbbing cockhead, kissing and slurping on it like a lollipop.

Passion was a far better mechanism to work with than thinking about it. As soon as Winter stopped fretting over the act itself, it all became clearer on what to do. He read his mate’s movement and did his best to work with him, listening to the heavenly voice below gurgling and spluttering in ‘ah’s’ and drawn out ‘ooh’s’. Wing’s panting was picking up speed, the member in his mouth growing more rigid and flared.

Unexpectedly, the ecstatic wet warmth around Wing’s cock disappeared. Before the batpony could whine though, he heard Winter’s raspy voice say “C’mon now, s-sweet bat. C-Cum for me.”

Immediately, Winter dove back to work on Wing, ignoring the hellfire rolling through his face and ears. He felt like he’d burn alive from shame for saying something as silly as that in the middle of sex. His worry was put to rest as the batpony below whined and squirmed, squeaking out, “Yes, yes, I’m cumming, oh Snowy, I’m cummiiing!”

The first wave felt like it would never come. It kept building up, stronger and stronger at the base of Wing’s member. The constant slathering of his stallionhood just spurred it on, like a spring being loaded to the breaking point. He felt his flare lock against Winter’s closed mouth, the muzzle moving up and down at great speed to tip him over the edge. The base of his cock was fit to burst with tension, so much so the batpony’s back bent outwards.

With a vulgar growl, Wing let go, the orgasm robbing him of breath. Snow got the short end of the stick, however, as a mighty splash of pressurized seed hit the back of his throat. He sputtered, just as the second rope followed the first, nearly drowning the stallion. He locked his jaw and clenched his lips, feeling the cum in his nose. His eyes watered as jets of white flew out of his nostrils, greedy gulps of air drowned out by shot after shot of cum. Snow coughed into his mouthful of dick, keeping his jaws wide apart as he could to not accidentally bite Wing, who’s bliss was slowly tapering out into small bursts that landed on his tongue. He couldn’t help but smell the musky scent of seed, the aroma strangely arousing.

Dancer breathed heavily, only now noticing something wrong happening downstairs. He tried to ask a question between pants, but the twitching between his legs and loss of feeling in said limbs took away his speech as well. With monumental effort, he finally managed, “Oh, Snowy, a-aah! are you, hah, okay, darling, love?”

Snow unglued himself from the sticky cock, taking stock of the disaster in front of him. The sheets below the stallion’s tail (as well as the entirety of it) were sputtered in white. Wing’s cock was glistening with off-white and thick globs still clung to it, sliding down to the mess by his testicles. The stallion felt cum running down his nose, breaking off at his chin to drip drip drip on Wing’s belly.

Winter coughed twice, for good measure, and snnrked. “Just peachy, Wingie,” he said, coughing again. He lifted himself up to look down at his worried buckfriend.

“Princesses above, I’m so sorry!” whined Dancer, taking in the red-eyed, snot-and-cum laced muzzle. The smile it bore quickly infected Wing as well, and the batpony moved a weak hoof to Snow’s face. “Didn’t mean to do that, honestly. Hhhuuuu, it just felt so good… Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” said Winter, lightly kissing the batpony. “Geez, you sure made a mess.”

“What can I say?” chuckled Dancer, looking down and cringing. “It’s your fault for teasing me so much the day before.”

“My fault?” guffawed Winter, the violent motion causing droplets of cum to rain on Wing. “You’re the one who was a tease!”

Dancer laughed heartily, shielding his face from his dripping buckfriend. “Okay, okay! Joint responsibility, then! Hah. That was really good, though. Thank you, Snowy. I love you.”

Winter’s grumpy muzzle instantly brightened at that. “I love you too, Wingie.” The stallion flopped with a grunt next to his love. It took a bit of maneuvering to position himself face to face with the exhausted batpony, but soon they were cuddled against one another.

“We should probably get a shower,” remarked Wing, lazily stroking Winter’s hoof draped over him.

“We should. Later,” agreed Winter, nuzzling the back of Wing’s head. Half of it was affection, half an attempt to wipe off the cum and stop smelling it.

“Won’t you be late for your evening with the guys, though?”

“Who cares?” snorted Snow, tightening his hold on the lithe batpony. “Cuddle time with Wing Dancer is more important than getting drunk off of cheap cider.”

The warm words elicited a deep purr from Wing Dancer, a happy smile crawling onto his face.

Author's Note

Special thanks to the editors for this chapter, Shadeol and Dazzling Flash

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