Druid trotted in the dense snow, the blizzard in front of him almost hiding his companion. Though, through the sleet that whipped his mane to the left, he watched Moon Dancer circle to him, and say while holding a hoof out to try and find him, “Holy… I-it’s worse up here than at t-the landing bay!”

“Haah,” Druid wheezed, huffing his breath into his hooves. “I c-can’t even see you! Where’s the edge, anyways?!”

Aimlessly, the two trotted in near circles, trying to get their bearings. Suddenly, with the howling of the winds coming to a momentary stop, the snow ceased blowing so rapidly, giving them the opportunity to look around. It was a mere, circular platform with walls aligning the rim, only to create a pool for the snow that fell upon it. The two had little doubt of there being vents beneath for water to escape flowingly, but those were sure to be clogged by the ice. Still, the surface just wasn’t solid enough to maintain a tent, but thanks to prior training, they knew that underneath all this slush were hooks used for the lookout party.

“I suppose,” Moon began, her tail holding onto her hind hoof to generate what little heat that would come. “I’ll get started on the tent?” She and Druid both relieved themselves of the weight each one carried, placing their bags and supplies down on the snow, if only for a few to figure out how they were to do this with as minimal difficulty as possible.

“One second…” Druid walked along the edges, looking down at the snow beneath his hooves with a critical eye. “We’ve been taught about this. Remember? There’s gotta be hinges somewhere around here… Right here, in this small corner of an area.” He pointed down along the high rising wall of the neighboring tower, and looked at Moon curiously.

Moon nodded, and then carefully made her way to the opposite edge, peering as best she could through the snow for any sign of the hinges. After about a minute had gone by, she'd trip over something, bringing her attention back to what poked itself through the lumps below. Her ears shot up as she spotted something barely visible due to the snow, and quickly dusted away what she could to reveal one of the metallic, rusty bolts. “I’ve found one! Druid, try looking nearer towards the start of the battlements.”

Druid looked back to where he was standing and began to inspect the ground much closer to the nearest gap. It didn’t take him too long to find one, now that he knew where he was supposed to be looking. “Got another over here!” he called over the sound of rustling wind. “Alright… Stand back.”

After Moon Dancer did so, Druid adjusted his posture to point his horn directly at the ground below, and with the faintest of beams, shot the slush away with a moderately adequate heat spell. Slowly but surely, the section they desired was melted away within five or so minutes, and the cold even kept its distance with the ray of black magic for the most part staying in a perfect circle. The moment all four rods were visible, Druid stopped with a cold sweat, and rested on the balmy blocks.

“I… did my part,” he panted. “That isn’t easy, you know… Think you can take care of the tent?” he asked with a mumble from the fast, dropping temperature.

Moon nodded to him, and said, “No problem, give me a few minutes.”

As quickly and carefully as she could manage, Moon gathered up the components of the tent to begin setting up camp, trying to get it sorted before Druid’s magic would fade completely, and before the winds would attack their position once more, too. With a few grunts, she managed to get the holding ropes tightly and safely fastened to the four rods, and then quickly set about propping up the supporting frames. She saw Druid starting to waver a little, and could feel the cold picking up again. She took this as a sign to get her flank moving, and fast.

Grabbing the tarp with a determined grunt, she quickly unfurled her wings while hovering. She placed the tarp over the supporting frame of the tent before fastening it down to the four sub rods that sat beside the main ones. With a hearty tug, her fangs biting through the thick rope as if it were thinner than in actuality, she fastened the tent securely. Moon nodded with approval of her work.

“Alright, that should do it! L-lets get the gear inside,” she said to Druid, but he didn’t give a response. Instead, just beyond the thin cloth entrance, she could see him nodding off.

Quicker than before, she entered the tent and hoisted one of his front legs around her neck to help awaken the unicorn inside. She laid him gently down on one of the bed rolls as she left again, but only to quickly start up their heat lamp that was standard issue for cold stakeouts in the guard. Before she could do that, though, Moon decided she might as well finish gathering up their things. Seeing as how there was also undoubtedly a fire crystal in one of the pockets of the bags, it wasn’t like she could start the fire until she got the other priority taken care of first. The lamp acted as a campfire for them, or perhaps a miniature fireplace without the risk of setting ablaze to anything due to the protective glass dome surrounding it. When she was done, the mare helped Druid get close enough to the lamp to warm him back up.

“Any better?” she asked softly.

“A l-little… Thanks, Moon,” Druid replied with a kind smile as he inched his body closer to the lamp, but not to where he burned himself.

Moon sighed and smiled back, sitting straight on her rump next to the lamp. As she brought her hooves up to her head, and in one quick movement removed her helmet, she gave her mane a little shake before placing the headpiece down, more outside the tint rather than directly beside her.

Druid had nearly forgotten that Moon’s mane covered up, for the most part, her right eye, and smiled seeing it bounce lightly while she shook her head to release snowdrops from her bushy locks. He continued to stare at the mare, whose features were being illuminated by the glow of the lamp. Something he found himself unable to take his eyes away from was the fact that Moon’s ice blue eyes were gently glowing, combatting the light of the lamp that was trying to overpower her, but failing all the same.

Moon soon noticed that the stallion was staring at her, his mouth ever so slightly agape, and blushed a little. “Uh... Druid? You alright?”

“Huh?” he replied before shaking himself out of his daze. “What’d you say?”

“I asked if you were alright… You were kinda spacing off there for a moment,” Moon said back to him.

“Oh, r-right. Sorry, was just thinking of something, you know? I’m f-fine, thanks.” He rubbed the back of his neck with a hoof softly and gave her a nervous smile.

Moon felt there was more to it than that, but decided to not bother pressing any further. “Alright. Well, why don’t we rest up for a bit before we take turns on the watch? I s-suppose I can go first if you like.”

Druid could definitely hear a small amount of hesitation in Moon’s speech. Swallowing a little, he decided to take a gamble, and asked her a question that had been on his mind ever since she left for her mission. “Moon… is there something about the cold you don’t like?”

The mare looked at him as if she were a startled foal hearing the scary sound of thunder not too far off. “W-what do you mean?” she asked, shivering slightly from the sudden gust of wind.

“W-well… you did overreact to being outside for such a short amount of time… and, what’s more, you seemed hesitant about going up to the watch tower…” Moon remained silent, the stallion taking this as a sign to continued talking. “Moon Dancer, are you afraid of the snow or something…?”

The mare looked away from him, not giving an answer to the stallion, but seeming to think on that with agitation setting in. There was a long, stagnant silence that fell upon the two all too suddenly, with the wind occasionally breaking it apart. Druid began to wonder if he had crossed some invisible line with his question, and even began to feel nervous again, fearing Moon might just have become angry with him all over again. Then, with a heavy sigh, Moon looked up to the top of the tarp.

“When I was just a filly… my family used to live in Stalliongrad. Mostly woods, you know. One winter, I was playing in the nearby forest with my sisters when the snow started to get a lot heavier, a-and the winds got worse and worse as time went by. For a moment, y’see, none of us kids noticed. We were too caught up in our little games.”

Druid commented, figuring where this was leading, “But, you were having too much fun to realize what was going on around you.”

She looked to him with those worried, glassy eyes, and nodded after blinking, turning her gaze again to the flickering fire before them. “Eventually, we did realize just how bad the weather had gotten, and made a beeline for home as fast as possible. But… I struggled to keep up with them! I couldn’t maneuver in the snow as well as they could… I was just so young, and I ended up becoming lost.”

She paused as she looked down to the sparkling floor, her ears slowly laying flat against her head. “What happened then?” asked Druid.

“I was so… scared, so helpless. I called out for my sisters, for mom and dad, but nopony could hear me over the wind. It was so... c-cold… The wind whipped at me like it was angry, and for no real reason, too. The cold clung to me like a stranger trying to squeeze the very life out of me! So much so, that I felt completely numb all over.”

Druid’s ears matched Moon’s as he spotted a tear forming in her eye.

“Eventually, Druid, my mother and father found me not too far from our cozy cave, funnily enough… My siblings had gone to go get them, so that they could find me. I was in bed with pneumonia for a while because of it, and… I guess afterwards, just became frightened of the wind and cold. Especially the snow. Eventually, though, as I grew older, I did somewhat managed to get over my fear… but it’s still there, still gnawing away at the back of my mind.” She gave a chuckle, more saddening than cheerful before finishing, “Guess I was wrong.”

She shifted closer to the fire, her hooves dragging it that much closer between them while sitting beside him under the tent, her head still fixated at looking to the floor. “So, that’s why…?” Druid questioned on.

“Yeah. E-earlier… when I couldn’t get in… everything just came flooding back to me, and I was that same, helpless little filly… Not even that, but a foal, trapped in the snow. I know it was never your fault; that you didn’t know about what happened when I was so much younger… and, Druid Shield, I-I’m so sorry I took out my pathetic breakdown on you, and—”

Moon choked back a sob, gritting her teeth as she clenched her eyes, fighting back the bitter tears that just kept forming. At that, Druid huffed, wrapping his hoof around her for comfort, and said, “It’s alright.”

“... There’s more,” Moon Dancer admitted, her head leaning against his shoulder. “Before taking off, you said that I could trust you. At that particular moment, I’d actually thought back to that very same instance, because that’s what my siblings had told me. They said that if a monster came from the woods to… heh, gobble us all up, they’d protect me. That I could trust them… and I did, a-and they saved me from a monster that day. I just didn’t know winter could be so harsh, you know?”

Druid held her even more, feeling her salty tears on his other hoof that sat below her chin, and made an attempt to further assure her, “You can trust me, and this time, I mean it. I won’t ever let this happen again.”

“There’s still more, that I t-think it’s time you knew about…”

Druid looked down curiously. “What’s that?” he asked.

“Well, more of a question, really. H-have you… been feeling heated lately? I mean, in the castle, where it’s always warm, and there’s always a plentiful supply of food. Not to mention, our own kind…? Because-”

“Don’t tell me,” Druid voiced, his left ear perking as to make sure he hadn’t misheard her. “You’re… looking around? At this time of the year? You know our kind… m-mate during spring. Right?”

She glanced up to him, her cute eyes slightly amazed. “You’re not looking around, Druid? Bats mate when it’s warm, where there’s food, a-and… It’s just not how it used to be, in the wild. Am I making sense?”

At that, they just stared at one another, lost in their suggestive questions. Druid took a chance after a moment, and confessed, “Haven’t found the right one.”

Moon’s eyes relaxed, concentrating on him alone. “That’s why, when you told me that I could trust you, I was that much more upset when I’d thought you had let me down. To be honest, I’d t-thought… I’d been thinking about you as the days went by, and you know how our kind acts. When the girl’s decided who she wants, that’s pretty much the end of it. Not to mention, ever since my promotion, I’d been missing you, too. Seeing you less and less didn’t stop that, either.”

Druid’s simper grew with this in mind. “Yeah, I’d be lying if I said I hadn't missed your company, even though we never really hung out that much.”

“But then, Druid, after so long of not even seeing you, this assignment I got today made me so excited. You know why? Because I knew you were on door duty! The moment I reached the door and saw you, that little talk we had… You just don’t know how unbelievably nervous, a-and happy I was! I could hardly believe it myself. So, I guess what this boils down to is, do you feel the same way? About me?”

The stallion was at a lost for words. Would he say yes? Could he say no? Of course, there was no way he could tell her he wasn’t interested in her, because in truth, he was. So, instead of giving an awkward, verbal answer, he gave her a more physical reply. By leaning down with his eyes slowly shutting, he’d already let her know of his mutual feelings, making her react the same way.

With eyes calmly closing, and their lips touching ever so tenderly, Moon embraced her new special somepony gladly, shuddering more from the kiss than the snow. For a good while, they sat under the tent like that, their lips connected with one another. Every few seconds, Moon would give off a slight, pleasant moan, happy to know she would get what she’d been secretly desiring. Druid wouldn’t understand just how much she needed a mate until after they parted, and then, she pushed him further into the tend, her tail closing the way out to hide their activities.

“M-Moon Dancer, now?! I mean-”

“Yes, now! Right now! Why not?”

Druid was held down after another kiss, by both of her hooves. “But, we’ve gotta watch the night like Luna ordered!”

She again came down on him, her tongue intruding through his lips, making him blush even more. In between their kisses, she told him, “Don’t worry, nopony’s gonna show. Nothing ever happens! Plus, if you’re worried about Luna, don’t be. She may have said she’ll check up on us, but I’m betting she’ll just do that through her telescope.”

Again, with her hooves wrapping around the back of his neck and her lower portion pressing down on his waist, she kissed him vigorously, unstoppable at this point, and it was all his fault. He didn’t really mind, though. It was just happening so fast, how else was he supposed to behave? Regardless, she knew how to read him, and he, too, knew good and well his lust couldn’t be hidden for long, not at this rate.

“Oh?” Moon asked, her attention being redirected to the pressure that presented itself behind her. “What’s this?” Druid gulped, watched her back up while still hovering over him, and blushed at what she had freshly caused while she simply touched the summit with a hoof. She held his ever growing groin like that for a moment before teasing him a bit. “Thought you said you hadn’t found the right one yet.”

“Heh…”

Slowly, she laid down with his balls nestled underneath her torso while the shaft was gripped by her hooves. For a few minutes, she played with him, minding her time as she tasted what might as well be officially her’s. Starting from the base, and streaking all the way up to the very tip-top, her tongue dragged against his skin, and she relished in his scent. Then, after a moment of what she considered foreplay, she took a deep breath, and blew softly, blowing cool air onto his pulsating growth. “If at any point, though, you hear hoof steps coming up the stairs, let me know. I’ll take the watch. Princess Luna won’t suspect anything if it’s me, y’know?”

“Alright,” he voiced quickly. “I’m fine with that… I just wish she’d get outta my mind for a little while, or at least while you do this.”

She looked back down from his cute, worrisome expression, and before resuming her fondling, she rhetorically asked, “Think this’ll help?”

With a powerful, downward motion, she took nearly a quarter of his stallionhood in. Druid gave off a gasp of surprise, and shut his eyes tightly. “Ahh… T-that might just do the trick…”

She pulled herself up, and dipped down yet again, taking on that much more. This time, Moon Dancer made sure she submerged half of his still growing cock deeper down her throat. Holding it there, her painful sounding groans could be heard, but she refused to lighten up. Of course, soon, she had to pop her lips off to inhale a fair amount of cool oxygen, but then rapidly sank back down the second she had recuperate from her extremely bold action.

This time, she decided to bob up and down for just a minute or two, being sure to coat every inch of his length up with her rather warm spit. Every tiny movement she made was complemented with a small, shivering sensation coming from her companion. Eventually, Druid had to start holding onto the back of her ear while the other hoof adjusted himself against one of their cargo bags for leverage. Things became all too rough for him due to never having a better treatment in his life, but as time went on, and with the docile storm playing its peaceful song just outside, he slowly but surely started relaxing more and more. That helped Moon out tremendously.

Soon, he bucked upwards, sending that much more of himself into the very back of her maw. “Mmh!”

Druid looked down, slightly embarrassed by what he’d just done. “S-sorry, a-are you… okay?”

She nodded with his hardening throbber still lunged deep down, well passed her reddened cheeks. For only a few more seconds, she slicked it out again to say, “I’ll get by, just don’t get so carried away! Let me do the work for now.”

She looked back down at his slickened, carbon black stick while licking her lips delightfully, and just when Druid was about to offer the suggestion of hoofing him off the rest of the way, she slurped the shady thing right back down, and deep, too, with tightly shut eyes. “Ahh-hey, you don’t need to keep doing that. You could just… Moon?”

She ignored him, bobbing her head up and down without even thinking of stopping. That was hardly an option at this point. At that, Druid didn’t mind, either. He wasn’t about to try and stop her a second time, because the feeling was simply far too exhilarating for him to even think straight anymore. Her mouth retreated to say, “I’m not stopping until you cum!” Then, she hastily returned and resumed her duty, efficiently smothering his head while also taking her precious time.

Before long, she managed to get the rest of him in, making her breathing against his belly frantically more frequent, though not enough to make Druid worry much. Her eyes closed as she repetitively suckled away at his rock solid prick. Just a few loose strands of her mane fell in front of her face, interfering with her task. She began grunting at this distraction while trying to move it out of the way, still concentrating on her slurps. Like the gentlecolt he was, Druid decided it best to help her out by pulling the troublesome locks of hair out of the way, giving Moon Dancer that much more of an opportunity to focus on her tempo while he let out another small groan of amusement.

She just kept stuffing more and more of him as far as he’d go, a feat that Druid Shield considered extremely impressive. He couldn’t be sure just how much experience she’d had in the past, but with him being her selective choice, it was hard to believe she’d done it at all. His entire mass had been forced down further than Druid at first anticipated, forcing her to cough a little with his rod practically drowning, but she persistently fought the urge to lighten up. She sucked as hard as she could, making her Cadet throw his head back in unbelievable euphoria. His lips began to tremble almost as much as his hindlegs did, and once he tried to speak, it came out as one long, disoriented sigh. Moon got the unspoken message, though.

She pulled back all the way to the tip of the head, flaring some more steam out from her nostrils. Being about as prepared as she possibly could by that point, she nearly gobbled the whole thing down again in one fast, startling slurp. Unable to take that last, hardcore decision on her part, he climaxed within her, spewing some of his spunk down her throat. She could feel every thick spurt of cream sinking for a moment, some of it even leaking out through her mouth as she nearly became overwhelmed. Just when she believed the endless streams of her lover’s spunk would never end, Druid let out a satisfied pant, and she yanked free from his hold.

Even more shots of his clear, white load landed on her smirking face, one hitting her eye just as she closed it, and even more settling on her hair. With a happy huff, she grinned playfully again, and brought some of the leftover essence up from her hoof to take another taste. Using an almost limp hoof, Druid leaned up to reach into the soft bag he’d been leaning on. When offered a few napkins, Moon wiped herself as clean as she’d get, but still has bits of his stains on her coat and mane.

“I’ll use my magic,” he bagan. “You know, to get that, uh, sticky stuff-”

“Forget it!” The mare exclaimed before standing, and then turning around for him. “Just hurry up! It’s my turn!”

With what little energy he had left, Druid stood as well, his flaccid dick returning to its thick state just from the sight before him. However, instead of returning the service right away, he just sat there staring blankly, making Moon blush. She didn’t say anything about his hesitance, though, because it kept her captivated, letting her new lover see her, taking in every little, pretty, and kinky feature she had to offer him.

He came closer after waiting, looking, admiring, and swallowed the water that’d salivated in his mouth. Cutely, for effect, Moon’s tail motioned out of his way, inviting him to take a drink. Neither could he resist doing so, and with both hooves latching over her cutie marks on either side, his muzzle censored her naughtiest of parts, tongue prodding her clit, and then her slit. As he continued his progression, his mare brought the upper portion of her frame down excitedly, her own muzzle scrunching from the anticipation.

Although she wanted so desperately by then to be easily mounted and pounded, especially by a subordinate, she held onto simply allowing Druid his free reign over her, and enjoyed his taunting caresses as best she could, and it wasn’t at all that bad by the by. He apparently knew how to work his taster in a way that got her off, but it wasn’t as if she was all that far from being ready for him. If anything, she could’ve taken his entire growth with absolutely no problem then and there, but still, she persisted to be a good, patient bat pony, despite her lust kicking in with every passing second.

At last, his mouth receded, a strand of her sweet juices holding onto his chin. Moon resisted the need she felt to look back at him, hearing his lips smack together from the yummy taste. “You gonna…” She had to let out a huff from being both cold and intensely turned on before finishing her question. “You gonna rut me now?”

She didn’t get an answer. In contrast, she was abruptly toppled dominantly, Druid’s summit laying right in between Moon’s tail and her right sided cutie mark. He felt along her wings gingerly, loving the way they were slowly starting to extend. After a second or so of letting her calm down more, feeling along her almost translucent ends and extending them to spread wide, helping them to touch the cloth beside her, the unicorn bent down slowly and delayed the best part tauntingly. Druid knew well enough how much Moon had wanted him by now, and began rubbing his muzzle against the back of her ear. Before beginning, though, Druid felt it only proper to ask her, “Ready?” He rubbing his knee against Moon’s wetness, just for the fun of it.

After her nod, Moon’s eyes tightly shut, and in her love went, penetrating her opening without so much of a defying screech. Typically, the mare began to struggle, her hooves knocking against Druid’s, but she stayed in place. Without question, she was enjoying this more than she thought she would've. With every shake she gave came a glare, and then a blink of longing. So, delaying the best part was the last thing Druid wished to do, but to do so was just so enticing, he couldn't help himself.

Moon Dancer looked up at her stallion, her head angled cutely while breathing deeply and staring at Druids fine lining. She took a moment to make eye contact, but smiled when she did, and with a little quiver of her lower lip, too, Druid's all too eager smile grew even wider before he nervously warned her, “I’m gonna put more of it in now, and start moving, okay?”

“Okay, Druid...”

Even before he was inside, Druid could feel the heat coming off his mare. It was an unbelievable warmth, probably made due to the long periods of waiting for this precise moment. If he didn’t know better, Druid might’ve thought it was emanating from something much too heated to be part of a bat pony’s body. This warmth drove him to get a little carried away, and as Moon held a hoof to her mouth, he slid his member further inside, first just to the halfway point, and then all the way after another second went by.

“Ahh!”

“You alright?” Druid checked.

“Y-yes! Just don’t stop!” the mare pleaded.

He followed along with the courtesy to start thrusting at once. The look on Moon’s face, too, said she’d never felt anything better in her whole, young life. Not only that, but her pussy was clenching around him like a hot tunnel, squeezing that bat cock of his so desperately, it must've been begging for him never to leave, not for a second. Soon, his rhythm picked up the pace, and while the thuds of his thigh against Moon’s flank became more and more repetitive, he asked once again for good measure, “You okay with this?”

He asked this while almost grunting. The scrunching up of his face as Moon’s clenching hole massaged his prick helped him ask it, minding Moon’s level of pleasure and enjoyment. This was mostly for her after all, even though Druid couldn’t help but to feel giddy with the experience as well. Had he had it his way, they would’ve waited until within the barracks, in utter privacy and without fear of Princess Luna randomly showing up to see their naughty antics. Still, this was arguably better because of the cold, but that still didn’t stop them from wanting each other then and there.

After three more thrusts, and another adorable whimper, followed by a thankful smile, Moon nodded. “Yeah,” she said, almost whispering her answer, breath nearly absent from her lungs. She gasped after another powerful pump, and then sighed, “You’re doing great!” After a brief lingering with just his tip inside, revelling in the tug of Moon Dancer’s grasp around it, Druid buried himself again, and this time, he wouldn’t hold back. This time, the contact made a snug, slapping sound, bringing Moon to pant for air yet again, and Druid in return groaned, their mouths just barely open with amusement.

Finally, it was time to finish this bit of action up. With his speed increasing, and every thrust being more powerful than the last, he noticed Moon’s head waver upwards as this happened, and all she could do was glare forward, a half huffing, half sighing sound leaving her lips. “Ooooohhh, yessss, Druid…!”

“Gonna… go fah-faster!”

Much easier than before, his piece plopped out, but not before Moon gripped it tightly, almost fighting to keep Druid’s length inside. Of course, Druid wasn’t having this, so keeping with his masterfully played tempo, he forced himself just about out, but the crown stayed in. At the same time, he inspected her two front hooves swing forth, pulling the folds to the entrance to her chest as she did. Druid then listened to the welcomed noises she made. “Hah… ha-ha…”

“Wh-what’s so funny?”

She thought about that for a second, and mentally asked herself the same question. “I… d-don’t…”

“Perhaps it was this?” He forced the whole entirety of his rod back in, and again, the pegasus of a bat pony below heeled over with pleasure washing over her, to where he could hear the beginnings of a screech. What was Druid to do? “Get ready!” he warned her again.

As one might be able to guess, Moon was about as ready as she’d ever be for this, and just laid there, her rear raised while her torso stayed flat against the cool cement, her world rocking and the tent spinning, but then, something unexpected happened to her. He’d actually left her, but only for a second, so that he might invade her other, upper, more neglected looking hole. A sinking, sloppy feeling brought about tension in her back, and instantly threw her over the edge. Druid had dipped himself down her ass, all the way while hitting her much more tender, sensitive core like it was nothing to him.

For well over a minute, the two gasped for air, moaning every step of the way like a duet pair trying to sing in unison, but just missing the correct tones by a few keys. Their song, however, was beyond harmonious to them. It was a perfect melody in their opinions, if only a tiny bit flawed; each sound more lively than the other. Lost in such a pleasurable moment, Druid brought one of his hooves up and quickly swung it across Moon’s rear, making the mare inhale sharply, and gasp as he smacked her. With a coy grin, he repeated the motion every so often to coincide with his thrusts, the noises escaping the bat pony below him freely as his hoof connected with her ass seemed akin to mewls and moans which only served to fuel Druid’s lustful drive even further.

At the end of their cries brought about by sheer pleasure and enjoyment caused by one another, Druid yanked himself out of his mare’s second hole, some clear, white liquid fighting to escape. Immediately, she dropped to the floor, panting restlessly with eyes closed, and a silly, rutted facial expression clearly visible to Druid. As gently as possible, he too came down to lay atop, holding onto her for hospitality, and complimented, “You were… awesome.”

“Y-you, too.” She sighed off, her mind feeling mucky and extremely tired from that ordeal. “How’d you know, though… T-that I liked anal?” she asked, her words a bit muffled, but he'd heard what she had questioned about regardless.

“Lucky guess,” he confessed honestly, holding her more tightly than ever. Thanks to his magic, a few blankets came wafting over to them, and shortly after, they fell asleep in each other’s embrace, but not before Moon Dancer was able to say to her new special somepony, “Love you, Druid Shield…”

“I love you too, Moon Dancer.”

They’d sleep more peacefully after that, in defiance towards the snowstorm that rampaged outside. Though the bitter temperatures dropped more and more as the night pressed on, they’d keep one another content all evening. Morning wouldn’t come for hours, still, but when it did, they’d begin their new day with a kiss, and as for Luna… Well…

She watched from the telescope at what was going on over there. Even though this wasn’t exactly what she had in mind when she told them they’d need to work as a team, it was better than them fighting like they were earlier in the halls. Still, it proved to be a most enjoyable show for her, which brought her to consider the relationship arrangements for the Lunar Guard. Leniency, however, would be more preferable. “They can have their fun, I suppose.” She retreated back to her room shortly after, leaving the two to their night alone while also magically ceasing the storm as best she could for them. A kind gesture, as well a much deserved one, too.

Author's Note

Coauthored with Mr101.