“Ms. Ditzy, are you okay? You seem to have tripped, you’re not hurt are you?” The Doctor’s eyes showed concern, he leaned over to Ditzy to touch her shoulder. She backed away like he’d burned her, hurt shone in her eyes. “Ditzy?”

“I-I’m fine! I mean, everything is fine. I don’t mind, I needed new sheets soon anyway. Just let me inside my closet so I can get ready for work,” she almost yelled. ‘A dream? All of last night, all those sweet things he said and did, all those things he made me feel... A dream to him?’ She tried to get control of herself as she stood, but she still ached from what they had done. She walked slowly, in an attempt to ease her discomfort, back into her room to get ready. But The Doctor had other ideas, as he followed her back through her still open doorway, glancing at the bed before watching his companion.

“Are you sure? You seem to be walking a bit funny this morning. Did you hurt yourself yesterday? Maybe you should stay here today and I can take care of you while you rest. Or maybe we can go to the doctor’s, well a doctor of medicine, not me so-”

“I said I’m fine, really. I just bumped into something yesterday and sprained something. I’ll be fine to fly, if I haven’t already been fired. Look, just give me a few minutes then you can come in, okay?” She plastered the brightest smile she could muster at him from over her shoulder. As the blush spread slightly over his cheeks and the concern in his eyes washed away, she knew she was in the clear... and the thought nearly shattered her all over.

“Alright, I’ll let you get ready in peace. I hope everything is alright at work, and have a good day alright? I’ll take care of things here and prepare for our next trip, okay?” He said as he turned and headed back outside, closing the door behind him. Once she was sure he would not come in, she flew quickly back to the door, locked it, and collapsed into body-shaking sobs.

Everything, nearly the whole day, a dream. If he thought it was a dream, and she knew it wasn’t, how long could she pretend it wasn’t? It was hard enough hiding her feelings from him, but now this?! They had made love, her first time ever, and he didn’t remember a single, blissful minute of it! He would forget everything soon enough as just a ‘happy dream’ and she would forever be changed by it. She brought this on herself by not listening to her own instincts and getting him the help he clearly needed yesterday. Had she, maybe none of this would have happened. But an even bigger question then ‘what if’ was, ‘what now’? How could she possibly simply continue to be his companion when, with every glance in his direction, she would be reliving that night? She didn’t think she was strong enough to do that, she couldn’t! Could she? Whatever she did, she couldn’t do it here, not with him so close. She had to get out of here; the TARDIS, her room, just out! She got up too quickly, wincing at the sudden movement, threw her saddle bag over her back and heading for her door. Before opening it, she stopped at her mirror and looked at herself, shocked by the pony looking back.

Her mane and tail were a mess, ruffled from the events of last night. Her mixed-up eyes were red rimmed from all the tears she’d shed. She looked like a mare she had tried to help once who had just broken up with her coltfriend. The thought almost brought her to tears again. She looked like she was recovering from a break up, and in a way it was true. She would not be able to admit to The Doctor that it wasn’t a dream to him, that it was real and she loved him for it. He brought such joy just being with her, that she would break her own heart to pieces before hurting him. With a sad sigh, she took a brush from her vanity and began trying to tame the mass of tangles in her mane. After several minutes of brushing, she thought she looked presentable enough to walk outside. Her eyes, however, were unavoidable. She just couldn’t meet his eyes until she left, and she prayed he wouldn’t ask any questions. She forced herself to not look at her bed as she turned away from it and walked out her bedroom door. She left it open a crack to allow The Doctor to walk inside and “clean up” then headed to the kitchen.

The Doctor was already there, making breakfast for himself, but he turned toward Ditzy when she entered. “Good morning! I know I didn’t say it before, so I’m saying it now! Your breakfast is all ready for you, I got you your favorite muffins; chocolate chip!” He grinned broadly at her, trying to ease the mood from earlier. Ditzy gathered herself, and smiled at him.

“I’m alright, thank you. I’ll just get something at work, I’m late enough as it is and I didn’t go in at all yesterday, so I’ll see you later Doctor. I’ll be back once my shift is over, okay?” She was glad her voice didn’t crack and that she didn’t stumble, as weak as she felt. A sadness crossed The Doctor’s features, but was gone quickly with a head shake and a smile.

“Alright then, see you when you get back!” Unable to take anymore of his cheerfulness, she nearly ran to the door of the TARDIS and left, leaving The Doctor to wonder what had happened to his companion. He placed the plate he had been holding with Ditzy’s muffin on the counter and walked to her bedroom to change the sheets.

He just couldn’t understand it, he usually had such control over this type of thing. This dream he had last night, it felt very real but many of his dreams were like that, especially the scary ones. What had happened yesterday that caused this, he had to figure out. This kind of thing couldn’t keep happening to him, these “wet dreams”, he hadn’t had since childhood, all those hundreds of years ago. Vivid dreams were normal for Timelords who saw every moment in time and space, but this was just ridiculous. As he entered her room and walked to the bed, he realized something. The moisture on the bed was on the wrong side. He was on the left side, but the mess was on the right? He shrugged it off as odd, but not overly so as he tended to roll around in bed.

He started to pull the comforter and flat sheets off the bed in order to get to the fitted one beneath, but as he pulled the sheets down he smelled something. Yes, his own scent was there, but there was another as well. It smelled sweeter, a sweetness he couldn’t quite put his hoof on, like nothing he’d ever smelled. He got closer to the fluids already absorbed into the sheets and took a better sniff, he even gave a quick lick to try and make sense of it. Yes, his come was definitely there, but so was another’s. This one tasted of testosterone, adrenaline, and...

“Estrogen. Yes, this is a mix of my fluids with a females, a mare’s. But I haven’t let anyone else on the TARDIS for a long time, and I’d certainly know if anyone other than Ditzy had been on board. But how could this have gotten-” and the realization hit him like a train wreck. He hadn’t let any other mare on board but Ditzy, so that only meant that this was Ditzy’s fluids! It had to be, there was no other explanation that made any kind of rational sense. With one problem solved, another needed to be answered. He left the bed as it was, ran out the door and down the hall to his own room. He threw the door open and saw that his bed was untouched. Not just folded, but folded his special way. Ditzy had not slept in this bed last night. It felt like someone had thrown a bucket of ice water over The Doctor.

“Ditzy... What did I do? What did I do to you?” Was the last coherent thought he could bring to mind before running out the door again. He had to find Ditzy, he had to know the truth. Had everything been a dream, or had it been real? Had he maybe raped her in some kind of haze caused by whatever he had ingested yesterday. Once he found her, he would ask her, make her tell him if he’d hurt her. He couldn’t bear it if he’d hurt her, he never wanted to hurt her. He cared too strongly for her to ever think it. A realization hit him as he threw open the TARDIS doors; he truly did care strongly for her. Stronger then he had for anyone in a long time. He loved her. That’s why he was so panicked now, so frantic to find her and make sure she was safe and unharmed. He remembered how she was walking this morning, only moments ago, and everything clicked together further. They had sex, or mated or whatever the term was for it here, and he felt like kicking himself, if he had the ability. He closed the door to the TARDIS and ran for the front door to the house. He would find her, he had to make sure she was alright. He couldn’t lose her, not because of his stupidity. Not because of him.

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Ditzy had arrived to the mail depot only to be told she was let go last week because she didn’t show up at work, so she found no solace here from her problems. So she tried the only place she could think to go next, Carrot Top’s house. She flew slowly toward Sweet Apple Acres, and found her friend among her carrots, weeding them. She landed gently next to her friend, and smiled softly.

“Hi Carrot Top. Um, can I talk to you for a minute?” She asked cautiously.

“Sure Ditzy, what’s up? Did you have a good day yesterday? That Doctor of yours sure seemed to come around pretty quickly after I saw you two last. Have a good night? You look like you barely slept a wink, must’ve been good!” Carrot Top laughed teasingly at her friend, but the laughter faded quickly when she got a closer look at her friend. “I’m sorry, Ditzy, I didn’t mean to upset you. Look, I’ll stop teasing you so much, okay?”

“Oh Carrot Top, something horrible happened and I don’t know what to do!” Ditzy tried to fight the tears back, but they were in her cracking voice. It didn’t take long for them to start to fall, and Carrot Top wrapped her friend in a hug and spoke softly to her.

“Now, now, dear just calm down. Tell me what happened and we’ll work it out together alright? Let’s go inside my house and we’ll talk there, okay?” Carrot Top helped Ditzy walk into the house she rented from the Apple’s, right on their farm, so she could tend the carrot fields there. Once Ditzy was inside and the door was closed, her friend helped her into a seat, causing her to wince slightly. Carrot Top noticed this and sat next to her friend, putting a hoof around her shoulders. “Now, tell me what happened after I left?”

Ditzy told as much as she could, about the love poison, the games at the festival, lunch and the hayride, until the tears started to flow as she got to heading home. Carrot Top got some tissues and gave them to Ditzy, as her friend went into arriving back ‘home’. By the time she had finished explaining, her voice was broken and raw from the sobs wracking her body.

“A dream, Carrot Top! It was all a dream to him. The most wonderful night in my life and he won’t even remember it! Oh Carrot, what am I gonna do! I can’t look at him again the same after this! What am I gonna do,” Ditzy cried. Carrot Top felt so guilty for teasing her friend now, but pushed those feelings aside for now and just held Ditzy as any good friend would. She waited until Ditzy’s sobs quieted to whimpers and her tears dried before she spoke to her friend.

“Ditzy, I’m so sorry this had to happen to you, and I’m sorry to tell you this too, but I think you should tell him the truth. Hiding something like this is impossible without distancing yourself from him, and I know you don’t want that. It will come out eventually anyway, better sooner rather then later. Just try and be open and let him know how you feel and everything will be okay,” Carrot top spoke softly to her friend. Ditzy had started shaking her head toward the end.

“No, I can’t! You don’t understand because you can’t see it! His eyes, there’s such a sadness there and I don’t want to add to it. He’s lost so much, Carrot Top, so very much more then any other pony I know, and I don’t want to hurt him!” Ditzy thought she had cried herself out, but she felt the burn in her eyes as more tears formed in them again.

“You have to, Ditzy. It’s not right to hide this kind of thing from him. Believe me when I say it will all work itself out and turn out better for it. But hiding the truth from him will only hurt you both in the long run. Please understand, I only want what’s-” Carrot Top was interrupted by The Doctor throwing her door open, looking panicked and out of breath. Both mares turned toward the door, Ditzy blushing hotly and averting her gaze from his piercing blue one.

“Ditzy! I’ve been looking everywhere for you! I was so worried, can we, um, talk. Please?” Ditzy tried to hide her face from him as he slowly approached her. Carrot Top looked from the Doctor to Ditzy for only a moment before nodding to him. She touched her friend’s shoulder, causing Ditzy to stare up into Carrot Top’s eyes. As Carrot Top headed for the door, Ditzy suddenly got scared.

“Carrot, please, no, don’t leave!”

“You’ll be fine, just be truthful, like I told you and you’ll be fine. I’ll be just outside here. If you need me, yell and I’ll be right in, okay?” It tore Carrot Top up to leave her friend, but this was a conversation in which she was not needed. She shut the door softly, The Doctor and Ditzy were alone in the house. Ditzy felt more alone then she had in a long time, she hung her head and hugged a pillow from the couch she was sitting on, as The Doctor slowly walked around her to sit on the other side of the couch. Neither spoke for a few moments, Ditzy sitting and dreading what he had to say to her. How could he hurt her more then he already had? The Doctor broke the silence by clearing his throat.

“Ms. Ditzy, I’m not sure how to start this, but... I think I know what happened yesterday and I just want to say, I’m sorry. It’s all kind of fuzzy, no fuzzy isn’t the right word for it... All I have to go on is the dream that we had-uhm, sex? Mated? I’m not sure of the correct word for it here, intercourse is pretty universal I thought, but that’s not important now. We did something very personal and special and I don’t know if you’ve ever done it before, but... Ah, I’m messing this up, badly,” he said while rubbing the back of his head. Ditzy peaked at him, shock in her eyes. He was apologizing! The most wonderful experience in her life and he was saying he was sorry for it?

“D-Doctor, why are you sorry? Sorry because you think you hurt me? Sorry because you weren’t thinking clearly? Sorry because it was me?” She said softly, looking at him from around the pillow she held close to her.

“I’m not sure. Like I said, I just know we did something together, I-I could smell you on the sheets when I went to take them off,” he started to blush as he spoke, but managed to continue after a moment. “What I’m still not sure about, though, is if the act was consensual or -um- forced.”

“D-Doctor, I-” she started, but felt too cold from shock to continue. He thought he had raped her. She took a deep breath, about to tell him the truth, but The Doctor started speaking quickly.

“Ditzy, I’m sorry if I hurt you, that was never my intention. I never wanted to hurt you, ever! Please, tell me if I did something you didn’t want to do, and even though I can never fix what was broken, I’ll try for the rest of my life. Just please don’t leave me. I mean I know I can’t stop you, nor would I blame you after what I did to you, and I would even understand if you chose to leave. I’d even go so far as to say I deserved it after doing that to you. I care for you too much to ever knowingly hurt you, Ms. Ditzy. I love you, and I never meant to hurt you, and if by some miracle you can forgive me for what I did I promise to make it all up to you!” The Doctor barely took a breath during his rant, but he needed her to understand, and it seemed she did. Ditzy put the pillow down behind her and leaned toward him, closing part of the distance separating them.

“Doctor, what do you remember from yesterday? I mean, what do you remember from the 'dream'?” The question struck him as odd, but he answered to the best of his ability, it still being quite fresh in his mind.

“Well, we went to the gazebo and talked, I drank some rather odd flavored punch and then enjoyed the festival again. Then the dream continued with me winning you a stuffed Princess Luna toy, having a picnic under some cherry blossom trees, enjoyed the festival some more, um... We went back to your house and had a nice dinner, then into the TARDIS and your room and...” The more he spoke the more she visibly calmed. He couldn’t continue further, his cheeks heating up at the thought of how the "dream" ended.

“Doctor, you remember everything the way I remember it. I-it wasn’t a dream, Doctor. That punch you drank wasn’t punch, it was a love poison mixed by some silly fillies. Nothing you did yesterday can even remotely be considered your fault, especially last night. All of it happened, Doctor. Everything. I have the plush in my room, as well as the other prizes. I remember that sweet picnic we had under those pretty trees. I welcomed you into my room, into my bed. You didn’t force me into anything I... I didn’t already want,” Ditzy averted her eyes from The Doctor’s as the realization hit him that his dream really was real. “If anything, Doctor, you should be angry at me, not sorry for me. I knew you were under a love poison, I knew something was wrong with you and I ignored it. I took advantage of your altered state because I was being selfish. But you also told me you were fine, and I trusted that for a while... But I knew it wasn’t true. Please, Doctor, there is no reason for you to apologize, and every reason for me to. Can you ever forgive me?” She covered her face with her hooves and curled up small, facing away from him. He started to reach for her, stopped, and then grabbed her, pulling her against his chest.

“Oh, Ditzy, I’m not mad at you. All morning I’ve been thinking I did horrible things to you, but you’ve been carrying this much guilt since I drank that poison. There’s only one thing I have to say to you right now, just look at me,” he said while tilting her muzzle up toward him. His eyes softened as he watched her tears run down her cheeks. He had caused her so much pain, and now he would fix it with a few simple words. “I think you need your Doctor,” with the last word, he brought his lips to hers and closed his eyes. It took Ditzy a few moments to register the kiss and its meaning, before closing her eyes and throwing her hooves around him and kissed him back, deepening it as she did. Their tongues roamed around the other’s mouth, then wrestled among themselves for a while, until Ditzy had to break it to breathe. A soft smack as they separated, their eyes slowly slid open as they looked into each others eyes.

“Well, it looks like everything worked out okay here, huh?” Carrot Top said as she walked in the door. The Doctor and Ditzy let go of each other quickly and started to mumble excuses, but Carrot Top just laughed. “It’s fine, I’m just glad to see you two have finally come to terms with your feelings. Something that could have happened sooner had you two just figured it out earlier. I mean, really!” She huffed and went upstairs, while The Doctor and Ditzy looked at each other. They tried to keep a straight face, but failed and started to laugh. They were still laughing when Carrot Top came back downstairs. She shooed them out her door, claiming she had more work to do and they left her to it while Carrot Top smiled as they left.

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After leaving Carrot Top’s house and with all the worry, guilt, and shame gone between them, The Doctor and Ditzy walked back into Ponyville side by side. They spent the rest of that day getting used to being together in a whole new way. Yes, Ditzy would still travel with The Doctor, but the dynamic between them had shifted from comfortable friends, to very special someponies. They went and watched a movie together, ate lunch at the Hay Burger, and took a quiet stroll around the edges of Sweet Apple Acres on their way back to the TARDIS and Ditzy’s house. They had talked all day about everything and nothing, but as they entered the house and headed up stairs to the attic, things turned a little quieter.

Even though Ditzy had an extra bedroom in her house, both decided it was better if they slept in the TARDIS, even when in Ponyville. As The Doctor opened the door to the TARDIS and quietly walked inside, Ditzy following close behind. The tension that had all but gone returned as they walked around the TARDIS. This was where everything started, and this was also where their relationship got more complicated. The Doctor went to prepare dinner while Ditzy excused herself to shower. She glanced at her unmade, dirty bed and sighed. She’d have to change the sheets before she slept tonight, but for now she headed to her bathroom. As she stood in the large standing shower, allowing the warm water to pour over her body and wings, she felt any lingering worries about their relationship ease away. After what they dealt with this morning, they could handle anything easily. She loved the feeling of foamy shampoo in her mane and tail, but she had to rinse it off after a short time and as she did, there was a knock at her bathroom door. It caused Ditzy to jump with a start.

“Ditzy? Dinner is ready, I was just letting you know,” The Doctor called from the other side of the door. An idea sparked in the back of Ditzy’s mind, but she had to work quickly before The Doctor left the room.

“D-Doctor! Can you come help me with something?” Ditzy perked up her ears, straining to hear any kind of response. The first sounds she heard were his hoof beats as he walked back to the door. He cracked it open just a bit and stuck his head inside.

“Did you say something, Ditzy?”

“Y-yes. I need some help, can you help me?” She knew he couldn’t resist when someone needed help, it was a weakness of his. Hopefully she had enough nerve to do this, and he would let her.

“Um, what do you need? I’ll help, if I can,” The Doctor said, hesitantly.

“I need my back brush, I left it over on the counter by the tub, can you get it for me?”

“Sure! No problem, there.” She heard more than saw him, as he walked over to where she had indicated, picked up the brush in his mouth and walked over to the shower stall, moved the brush handle from his mouth to his hoof so he could talk. “Okay, I’ve got it. Want me to pass it over the door or you can crack the door a bit and I’ll give it to you that way?” She didn’t answer, but rather slide the blue, frosted door open and stood in front of him dripping with water.

“Can you scrub my back for me? It’s always hard for me, with my wings and all, please?” She turned around, showing her back to him and spread her wings. She looked over her shoulder at him, and smiled to herself seeing his cheeks turn red at the sight of her. The Doctor swallowed the hard lump that had formed in his throat, and fought the throbbing he felt between his hind legs.

“Um, are you sure you want me to to this? I mean, I don’t mind but it might be better if you just-” He was trying to avoid her, so Ditzy decided to pull her trump card.

“Doctor, please?” With those two words The Doctor froze. Those were the same two words that Ditzy had said to him last night before they ‘bucked’, a term which he learned today was one way of calling intercourse. Why would she use those two words on him now, just to get him to wash her back in the shower unless... that wasn’t all she wanted. He swallowed again, and nodded at her as he stepped into the shower stall with her. He removed his tie from around his neck, as to not get it wet. He slipped the hoof strap over his left hoof and started to move the brush over her back. The feeling sent chills through Ditzy, even thought she was still under the warm water. The Doctor bit his lip as he watched her reaction to him. This was so much better then when he remembered the ‘dream’, which was hazy and faded. This was clear, crisp, and turning him on. If she wanted him, who was he to deny her, after all? He shook himself slightly, and focused back on scrubbing her back. When she stepped away to rise the soap off, he took the brush off and went to hang it up, but Ditzy took it from him.

“Ditzy, what are you doing, my dear? I thought you just wanted your back scrubbed?”

“Doctor, you’re in the shower now, so you may as well get clean too,” Ditzy said through half closed eyes. She reached for the soap and started to rub it on his withers and back. The feeling sent shivers through his body as he felt the soap move from his back to his neck and down his forelegs. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations she was causing until she went for his flank, giving each side a good scrub with the soap bar. He felt more than heard, a moan escaped his lips as her hoof lingered around his flank. Ditzy smiled devilishly at his reaction, and decided to rub the soap into her hooves before putting the bar back. She suddenly felt shy about what she was about to do, but before she could talk herself out of it, she began rubbing her hooves under his flanks. The Doctor gasped as he realized she had found his stiffening stallionhood, and was rubbing her slick hooves along it. His knees started to feel weak from the feeling, luckily he was near the shower wall so he leaned against it.

“Ditzy, why are you -ah- doing this now? After last night -nnh- I’d think you were-” he tried to figure out what he was going to say next, but the building he started to feel stopped most coherent thoughts. He bit his lip and moaned louder as she increased her pace. He started to pant, feeling much warmer then he should have even in the shower. He tried to peak back at Ditzy and what he saw surprised him. Her wings were pomfed, a blush spreading across her cheeks, she seemed to be enjoying this almost as much as he was. But he didn’t want her to be left out, and he didn’t want to come in the shower, either. So he gathered all the willpower he could muster and took a step away from her and into the shower to rinse off quickly. Ditzy looked upset and she wondered if she did something wrong. Once The Doctor was rinsed clean of the soap, he grabbed her by the hoof, turned off the water and lead her out of the shower.

He grabbed a few towels, handing her one, took a second and started to dry himself being careful of his erection. Ditzy followed his example, but wondered what he was thinking. She knew he was getting close to climaxing, why had he stopped her? Not a minute later, when the Doctor thought he was dry enough, he stepped out of the bathroom and into her room, leaving Ditzy staring after him in confusion.

“Well? Are you coming Ms. Ditzy?” He extended a hoof toward her bed, an open invitation. Joy lit up Ditzy’s amber eyes as she threw down the towel and hugged him. He hugged her back, craning his neck to nip at her ear. He heard her gasp in surprise, but that soon became a groan of pleasure as he ran his tongue along the edges of her ear. After a couple small tugs, he nuzzled her neck and started to walk her toward the bed. Ditzy’s plan was not going how she expected, The Doctor seemed to have taken control of the situation, again, but she didn’t mind. It wasn’t until she was sitting on the edge of her bed that she realized it was still messy.

“Um, Doctor, do we want to change the sheets first? I mean, it still has the old ones on.”

“Now why would we change them if they are only going to get dirty again? I know you’re smarter than that, Ditzy. Have I gotten you so hot and bothered, my dear?” He smiled seductively at her as he leaned into her body, pressing her rump further into the bed. “Lay down, Ditzy. We’re going to try something a bit different this time.”

“Why? What are we going to try?” She asked as she did as he asked her, folding her wings to her sides as he positioned his fore legs on either side her shoulders. Her hind legs were hanging off the bed, her hooves in the air as he pressed his hardened stallionhood against her slit.

“Because I want to see your face this time, Ditzy. I want to remember this clearly, not all hazy and blurry like yesterday was,” he answered truthfully, his eyes softening as he looked at her. “You are beautiful, Ditzy, and I’m so glad that you’re my companion, my... Very special somepony.”

“I’m glad you’re my Doctor, and my very special somepony.” She smiled up at him as he leaned down to kiss her lips. As the kiss deepened, The Doctor pushed his tongue into Ditzy’s mouth, while at the same time, he thrust into her. She stiffened for a moment, and in that moment the Doctor thought he had hurt her, so he froze. But the moment passed quickly as she moaned into his mouth and ran her tongue along his. He silently thanked the princesses and started to move, slowly at first. He groaned low in his throat, her tightness wrapped around him as he marveled in how wet she had become after only a few strokes. Ditzy’s wings spread flat against the bed as she moaned into the kiss, wrapping her fore legs around his neck, effectively keeping him where he was. He didn’t mind, but he did shift his hind legs slightly, allowing him a more stable position. This new position allowed him to push harder into her when he thought she was ready, which wouldn’t be long. The Doctor broke the kiss, leaving them both breathless as their mouths hung open in quiet pants. He smiled at her, and as she smiled back, he knew she was ready for more.

Making sure his hooves were planted firmly on the floor, he started to push into her harder, causing her to throw her head back and cry out with pleasure. He couldn’t help the grin that spread on his face, as he continued to relentlessly pound into her. Ditzy’s wings were now pomfed out from her sides as she reveled in the feeling of fullness and completeness The Doctor gave her. She knew he was feeling something similar as his moans grew louder. As he continued his ‘bucking’ of her, she decided that she would try and see if he had any sensitive spots on him. She tried nipping his ears first. That got a quiet moan from him, but she wanted more. So she tried nipping his neck, near the place usually hidden by his tie.

“Aaahh, D-Ditzy, haaah,” he cried out, causing his steady thrust to waver and speed up. So that’s why he wore his tie, his neck was sensitive! ‘Good, time to return the favor from yesterday, Doctor,’ she thought to herself as she continued her playful nips around his neck. He tilted his head back, moaning loudly, and nearly lost his control but managed to regain it quickly. She wanted to play dirty, well, so did he. As she continued nibbling his neck, he tilted his head to the side and began nipping her wings, knowing full well her inner, secondary feathers to be the most sensitive.

“D-Doctor!” Ditzy cried, forgetting that she was supposed to be teasing him and instead becoming lost in her building pleasure. The Doctor continued his hard thrusts and wing nipping for several minutes before he felt himself building up for his climax. Ditzy knew she couldn’t hold out much longer, and guessed The Doctor couldn’t either. “Doctor, I’m... I’m...”

“Coming? Y-yes, me too!” As Ditzy climaxed and quivered around him, the feeling sent him over the edge as he came inside her. Both climaxes fed the other’s sensations, making both The Doctor and Ditzy’s peaks last a little bit longer. As they finally started to come down from the high, The Doctor felt his joints growing weak, but he didn’t want to crush Ditzy with his weight. He slowly slid himself out of her, getting a soft whimper for it, and fell onto the bed next to her. He looked at Ditzy through heavy eyelids as she lay there, out of breath from what they had done. She rolled over to face him, with a silly smile on her face until her eyes were suddenly drawn to his neck. Her happiness faded some, as she looked at something there, but he wasn’t sure what.

“I’m sorry, Doctor. I didn't mean, uh, what I mean was that I never... um...” Her already pink cheeks darkened more as she stumbled over her words. As tired as he was, he needed to see what she was so sorry for, so he pulled himself up and walked slowly to her vanity mirror. His hair was mussed, but that was normal for making love and surely not what she had been talking about. He tilted his head to the side, and then he saw what she was so worried about. On his neck there was a bite mark left there by her teeth, almost hidden under his dark coat but not quite enough as it started to bruise. She must have put it there by accident when he started biting her wings. He turned to look at her, worry in her eyes. He smiled softly at her as he walked back over to lay next to her on the bed.

“It’s alright, I only ask one thing,” he said softly.

“What’s that?” She asked, curiously. She rolled over to her stomach, getting more comfortable as her wings relaxed, folded against her sides. He scooted closer to her, and suddenly, but playfully, pinned her down against the bed on her side. Ditzy gasped, but didn’t fight because she couldn;t, he was stronger then her right now.

“To allow me the pleasure of returning the favor,” he said with a smile and kissed her neck. But he didn’t stop with just a kiss, but started to suck the skin and fur there as well, causing Ditzy to groan softly. It was a little uncomfortable at first but it soon felt lovely, and seemed to end all too quickly as he pulled back. “There now, matching set. Mine can be hidden under my tie, yours by your hair so that only we see them,” he said through his smile.

“Yes, only us, my Doctor,” Ditzy smiled back, pulling him back to her lips and kissed him. This was a wonderful night, different and the same as the night before. The Doctor and Ditzy laid there for only a moments more, but it felt much longer to them both. Exhaustion began to set in and the two glanced at each other in understanding. The Doctor once again pulled himself up, off of the bed, and helped Ditzy to find her wobbly hoofing. The two walked closely side by side to The Doctor’s room, where they would sleep for that night... maybe.

~THE END~

Author's Note

And this is the end of this fic... Unless of course I get requests for more. I plan on doing more stories, but this arc is done now.