No Heart For An Assassin

Myrmox opened his eyes abruptly from the memory. His eyes adjusting to the low light and constantly on the move, looking for any sort of intrusion, only to find that he was all alone. The ground beneath his hooves was grassy and soft the the touch. Plants of various sizes and colors littered the forest ground. Light passed through the tree thicket onto the ground in various places. Few would so willingly traverse even near the Everfree forest, but it was usually fruitful to those brave, or foolish enough to to traverse it.

Scanning the ground, he found more of what he was looking for,any sort of dead wood for the Apple family’s fireplace. Across his back was a large sack of such material, almost completely filled. He figured it was past time he headed back seeing that it was already midday.

Making his way towards the somewhat distant farm, away from the edge of the everfree, he still couldn't help but think about what just happened. Even now, over ten years later, he still flashbacks to that painful day. There were even times when he would waking up panting in the middle of the night. So much had changed, mostly for the worse.

Myrmox himself had had changed so much since then. He was now a full grown adult, his eyes and carapace showing a deep red. Tall, fit and agile, he was in the prime of his life, or he would be if not for the grizzly scar across his neck. A permanent and still occasionally painful reminder of what had transpired. Had he been less fortunate, he would no longer be standing.

It wasn’t long before he found himself at Sweet Apple Acres. Vast rows of apple tree bearing the expansive ran over the hills and beyond. For all that however, it seemed strangely void of any actual workers. As far he knew, the Apples preferred to only hire extra work when absolutely necessary. Infact, this was the first time he anything for the Apple family since his arrival. Or at least the first time they let him help out.

Taking a look around, he spotted a large red Earth pony Stallion in the fields,but Big Mac was not the one he was looking for. Looking over to the farmhouse, he spotted the elder Granny Smith napping on the porch and he assumed the little one, Applebloom, to be back in town somewhere causing mischief. Where is she? He thought to himself.

Finally , looking out to the distance, he spotted whom he was looking for. An orange mare out in the orchard, seemingly inspecting the trees. Watching her rout, he made a small calculation to meet her at a certain point before walking off. Soon enough, Applejack spotted the changeling moving towards her and promptly stopped in her tracks. She changed her direction and made her way towards the new comer. About five feet from one another, both stopped in their tracks.

“Applejack.” He greeted simply. His voice had the usual distorted voice common among changeling, but with his own usual strained tone.

“Mornin, Myrmox” Applejack stated, not taking her eyes off the changeling.

“I have the firewood and kindling you needed.” He motioned a hoof to the sack on his back. “Where would you like them?”

“Just put ‘em by the barn door. Ah’ll find a place for it later. We don’t need anymore.”

“Will you need my help for anything else?” Myrmox asked hoping for a decent answer

Applejack did not give an immediate answer. She simply continued to look straight at him, before moving her around to look at her farm, almost as if something didn’t feel right to her. She suspects me of something, as usual. Finally she spoke again. “Ah think we got it covered, you have done enough.”

Exhaling slightly at disappointment, he turned to drop the wood off before she spoke again.

“Ah’ll uhh,” He stopped to watch her as she looked away. “Ah’ll pay ya next time ah see ya, just too busy now.”

Myrmox kept eye contact with her, as if debating with himself before nodding and walking away. He was hoping she would have more for him to do, but it seemed otherwise. He made his way past the orchards back up to the Apple house, not noticing she was still watching him, before returning to her own work.

Upon ridding himself of the wood, he made his way out of the farm, passing the red stallion on his way out. They merely nodded to one another as they parted ways. He had been hoping that Applejack would have had something more for him to do than just getting firewood, but atleast it was something. She had always been a little apprehensive about him around the farm. He couldn’t exactly blame her to be honest, but it did make things a little tense between them at times.Still, it would have been nice to have found something to do for the rest of the day.

Myrmox instead merely took a walk through town, occasionally nodding a as a greeting to the townsfolk. At the moment he was the only changeling currently in Ponyville. There were others, refugees from the political infighting that happened after the attack on Canterlot, but they were scattered all over Equestria and more often than not preferred isolation and living in their own communities.

However, despite what he told them. He was no refugee.

14 months ago

“You look like hell.”

Myrmox kept his eyes forward on the changeling in front of him. There was very little interior light surrounding them, but enough for him to see. He had been summoned to a small stoned out room, hidden within the Changeling capital. The only light source being a few torches on the wall and a candle on the desk in front of him. It was barren and dimly lit, but Myrmox found it strangely a welcome change in scenery.

For what seemed like a lifetime, he was hospitalized due to his injury. During the riots that occurred after the failed invasion, Myrmox was unlucky enough to have gotten himself caught in the middle of one such engagement on his way back for an...errand. Sheer luck he was able to be recovered and stabilized by the Silencers, but it ended up with him on a hospital bed whilst his country tore itself apart without him being able to do a single thing about it. Still, at least he was now deemed healed enough to be out on his own.And of course, his first stop would just have to be to the commander of the Silencers himself, Vesp.

Contrast to Myrmox, Vesp was weathered and aged. His chtin had become more dull, losing the almost shining black expected of a changeling. His eyes were still white as chalk, but seemed almost grey by now. Nevertheless, the years had not yet stunted Myrmox’s fear of this particular changeling.

“Still, at least you survived.”

“Yes, sir.” Myrmox spoke , one of the few times he had at in the last several months. “ I owe Ozai my life.”

“Well, you did. He’s no longer around.” Vesp ignored Myrmox’s slight cringe and continued. “Nevertheless, they all claim you are fit for duty again and I have a task for you to complete.”
Myrmox nodded,keeping himself stoic. He knew that one day he would have to return to his duties. Regardless of his own growing disdain for the work, he was still under their command.
“I need you to go to Ponyville.”

Myrmox raised an eyebrow at that. Ponyville of Equestria? Home to the Elements of Harmony?
Sensing Myrmox’s confusion, Vesp began again.”I know how this sounds, but we need you to go there for a special job. Once you are ready, head to the town and settle yourself in with the ponies their. If you can, get to know the elements or even get close to them, but go there until we say otherwise. Do you understand?”

Myrmox nodded, though still perplexed. “I do.”

“Good, now the princesses of Equestria have granted passage and refuge to changelings, so whether or not not you use a disguise is up to you. I don’t need to tell you to keep your true profession and loyalties to yourself. Now, you may leave and prepare yourself.”

Myrmox nodded once again and turned around to leave. He didn’t know what to think about all this, but at least it would give him time alone to get away from all of this. For the briefest moment, Myrmox held onto a hope that he may find...them, but didn’t hold onto such hope.
Watching the younger changeling leave and close the door behind, vesp sighed to himself. “Damn shame, Myrmox.” He looked down to his desk and opened up a drawer, revealing his old knife that he had been using since he was younger than Myrmox. A whole series of memories washed over him as he recalled the training of the assassin. He closed the drawer back and looked toward the closed door.

“I suppose you always did care too much.”

After about an hour, he sat down by a tree on the outskirts, near the wilderness. He had already asked around town, nopony had anything for him to do today. He had made a good number of bits the last few days though, it didn't bother him much. He would go to the library, if it was still standing at least. Plus they have yet to begin building a new one.

His thoughts instead turned to what he had doing the past several months for income. Rather than a stable job somewhere, various odd jobs instead filled his time and gave him the bits he needed. Had been staying here on his own accord, without any sort of loyalty to the silencers, he undoubtedly would look into better work.

A rustling noise awoke from his trail of thought. He took a look around to find the disturbance with no luck. He chose to ignore it until it the noise picked up again, this time with what sounded like whispering. Turning his head around in growing irritation, he realized it was from a small bush behind him. The almost inaudible noise ceased the moment he turned his head.

Myrmox walked over to the bush and hovered over it. “You’re not fooling anyone, so come out, before I drag you out.” For a few seconds, nothing happened. Myrmox was alone at the moment, but he was beginning to almost feel like a fool, like he was just imagining things.

At the end of his rope, Myrmox shoved his hoof into the bush, resisting the urge to just light the bush on fire. He immediately felt the twigs and branches brushing against his hoof, but he kept on until he felt something new. Rather than more wood or leaves,he felt what felt like fur.

“Alright, alright! We’re coming out.” A high and very familiar voice rang out .

Pulling away, Myrmox took a few steps back to watch the familiar voice come out. Crawling out came a small pegasus filly. Her coat was a burnt orange with a messy salmon mane. On her flank was no cutie mark, that simple mark in which ponies seemed to allow their entire identities revolve around.

Myrmox knew this filly well, despite her lack of a mark. She had a reputation for mischief alongside friends, all just to find their own special talents.

“Scootaloo? *sigh* What were you doing this time?”

“Applebloom had the bright idea of being spies.” Scootaloo spoke with a noticeable grumble in her voice while pointing to her friend who was coming out behind her.

Spies...really?

“Ah didn’t mean we should go hiding in bushes!” Applebloom said.

“So what did you mean?” Scootaloo countered to her friend.

“Ah don’t know, but this isn’t what ah had in mind!”

“You know,” Myrmox interjected. “Ponies might not appreciate you two spying on others.”

The two fillies stopped their argument and looked up at the changeling before Scootaloo spoke up in a defensive tone. “We weren’t trying to hurt anyone. We just wanted to try something new.”

“Not everypony might think that way, especially since that little “Gabby Gums” incident that I’ve been told about.” His voice was firm, but if it kept them out of trouble, it was justified.

“I know that! It’s not like it's your business, anyway!” Scootaloo backfired defensively.

Myrmox’s brow furrowed at the backtalk, but didn’t say anything.
Scootaloo realized how she had just snapped at him in anger, turning her head away in shame. “I’m sorry. It just… we have been trying for so long now, and not one of us has gotten our cutie marks yet!” She stopped her foot in frustration.

Myrmox sighed partly in annoyance, but also in attempt to calm himself. All this just for a mark on the flank. He didn’t quite get why Cutie Marks were so popular, but he knew well enough how it important it was to Scootaloo that she finds her mark, one way or another. “Look at me, Scootaloo.”

Scootaloo slowly looked back up at the changeling, his red eyes baring back down at her. His gaze soften slightly upon making eye contact, but still remained strong.

“I get it Scootaloo, you want your mark. I may not be capable of having one, but I understand enough to know how much it means to you. Just think about some of the things you do before you do them, I really don’t want to see you get in trouble at the orphanage again. Do you understand?”

Scootaloo nodded without saying a word. She didn’t always like it when adults chastised her for whatever she and her friends were doing, but Myrmox did go out of his way more than once for her. He watched over her when he didn’t have to.

“That’s good, now go have fun.” Before letting her run off, Myrmox shook her already messy with his hoof, causing her to groan and scoff away in embarrassment before running with her friend.

“Oh, by the way,” Scootaloo stopped and turned around.”Can I spend at You guys tomorrow night?”

“I wouldn’t mind, but I’ll talk to Dash about it.”

“Ok, cya.” Scootaloo turned back to her friend as they sped off.

With little to do for the rest of the day, Myrmox found himself relaxing in the park. A short walk to clear his head and thoughts. Despite the silence and current lack of company, he found himself enjoying the peace and quiet. Every now and then however, he spotted something that seemed a little off. One particular pony, a red stallion unicorn with a blue mane he had been of rather much of the last two or so weeks. Whenever Myrnox walk over to someplace such as the Castle or Carousel Boutique and back, he would not be too far away. Sometimes Myrmox would get the sneaking feeling that he was being watched and when he turned around. Boom! There was the red stallion looking at something irrelevant, but still able seem Myrmox out of the corner of his eye.

Taking a gander around,Myrmox was relieved that he saw no sign of the suspected stalker. there were a few times that he felt that he should confront the nameless stallion about it, but he knew he didn’t have enough to go on. It was more suspicion and annoyance than anything else. Besides, he wasn’t operating back within the Changelings lands anymore and so didn’t have the right to to really investigate something that and risk getting into trouble. Not like I use too.

Shortly after, he heard snoring. He took a look around to find to the source, but to no avail. Eventually, he found it, a cyan blue Pegasus with a Rainbow mane, in the tree above, sleeping. Now how in Equestria did I miss that? Her body was being supported a branch with her limbs hanging down. He looked up to at who just so happened to be Rainbow Dash, a celebrated hero, upcoming Wonderbolt, the most important pony in his life... and a professional lollygagger. He thought briefly to go up and get wake her, but the weather was already cleared as forecasted. Besides, she hated being woken from her naps.

He got up to leave, to continue to find something to do, only to be cut short by a gasp.

“Augh… What the?! Oh Shi-“Before he could even turn to look, that word was cut short by Rainbow falling from the branch, directly above him. He didn’t have the time to get out the way before Dash fell directly on top of him, pinning him to the ground. He groaned from the shock, only to hear it from her, finally coming to her senses.

“Geeze, not again. What? Oh! Oops my bad man, sorry for...“Rainbow Dash stopped after those to see who she fell on. It was Myrmox, her boyfriend, or rather changeling boyfriend. She let him up, help the changeling to his hooves. She looked at him with an embarrassed look upon her face. He was taller than her, slightly more so than a regular stallion, but not by much. Normally she would not be so showing of embarrassment, but this was someone who knew her better than that, who knew how she actually felt about moments like these.

“Shoot. I’m ah... “She stopped for a few seconds, looking around.” I’m sorry about that, Myrmox. I was just-“He lifted a hoof to stop her from continuing any further.

“It’s fine Rainbow.” Myrmox said with a sigh and a calm expression. “It was just a mistake. He gave her a small peck on the forehead.

Rainbow Dashed instantly blushed and leaned in towards him. She nuzzled him under his chin, cooing as he returned the gesture, rubbing the side of his face against her mane. They simply kept to embraced each other, not caring if anyone was watching.

Finally she pulled away, her face in a smile. “Were you working or something over here?”

“No, I brought Applejack some firewood earlier, but she didn’t need me for anything else. I have wandering around looking for something to do. No luck”

“Is that what she actually said to you?” She had a skeptical look on her face.

“Yes, and that she’ll pay me next time she sees me.” Myrmox saw her exhale as if she didn’t like the answer. “At least she is starting to let me work on her farm.”

“I know. It’s been a year now and you two still don’t seem to like each other.”

“It’s not about liking or disliking her Dash, because I do actually respect her. She just hasn’t ready to trust me. It’s doesn’t bother me as much you think.”

“It bothers me.” Dash look at him straight in the face.

“I know, but things are getting better finally right? She has never let me work there before.”

“That’s…true, I guess. I mean, I did ask her to let you help out, but I don’t like it.”

“Like I said, things are getting better.”

Dash looked down at the ground, thinking about that answer. Soon after she nodded and looked at him with a smile. She walked past before stopping and looking over her shoulder.

“Wanna join me for a fly around town?” She asked, unfurling her wings.

Myrmox didn’t answer, only unfurled his own insect like wings in response. She took off with him catching up to her side.

“So do you still have work to do, or have you finished up for the day?” Myrmox questioned flying right beside her.

“Naah, the weather patrol and I got it taken care of. Forecast was for mostly clear and it is. Look around.” She motioned around for him to look. “There are less clouds in the sky then there are holes in your leg!”

“Fewer.”

“Yeah. Wait, what?”

“Nothing, just thinking to myself. Speaking of which, Scootaloo wanted to know if she could spend the night tomorrow. I told her it’d be ok with me, but I wanted to check in with you first.”

“Really? Of course she can!” Rainbow Dash said, a smile growing on her face. “I’ll let her know tomorrow when I see her next.”

They continued flying without any real destination. Simple idle conversation about their day was all they talked about. Usually Dash would have something in mind, whether practicing her routine or visiting her friends, but for now she seemed content with simply having his company.
“Hey, how about we eat out tonight?” Dash finally broke the silence.

Myrmox looked over to here, his expression curious.” Where did you have in mind?”

She spent a moment in thought.”How about that one place, Horte’s. We haven’t eaten there in awhile.”

“Sounds good.”

The landed themselves at the small restaurant. By now the sun was starting to go down.

They didn’t talk as they ate. Myrmox took the occasional look around. The restaurant was nearing its closing time, so there weren’t many other patrons. Some of the waiters were finishing their shift. Nevertheless, he like this little spot, the food was good and the patrons were nice.
Usually.

The silence and peace of the moment was completely interrupted when something collided with Myrmox’s face. It didn’t hurt, but the sudden force startled him. He immediately rose to his feet, expecting that an attack when upon further inspection, he realized someone threw a plastic cup of milk at him. He simply stopped and looked around for the perpetrator, but still seething with anger.

“What the crap!? Who threw that!?” Dash was yelling at the top of her lungs at anyone who was listening. Many of the patrons and waiters were staring at her with wide eyes. No one was admitting and she wasn’t going to leave until she found out who. Myrmox said nothing and took a napkin tried to wipe the liquid from his face.

“Show yourself, you pansy!” She spotted a family that was watching her with wide eyes. They were in fear, but one of their two children, a brown colt with a hoof ball cutie mark was almost laughing to himself.

“You! What’s so funny?!” When she ran to face him, his face straighten out, his eyes wide and ears back.

“Ummm…nothing?” His said with his eyes darting around.

“Kicker, why is your cup over there?” His mother asked pointing to the cup being tossed by into the garbage by the changeling who then ordered one of the gawking waiters to bring him the check.

“I don-“

“Kicker! Why did you throw that at him?!” His father, a red pony with a black and white hat for a cutie mark. Even through his red coat, one could see the boiling anger in him.

“I-I, I was only joking!” The colt squealed trying to defend his action. “It’s just a bug!”

That brought out a few gasps from the crowd. It also brought Dash to the breaking point until Myrmox walked up behind her, putting a hoof on her shoulder.

“Come on Dash, let’s just go.”

“Buck that! He needs to apologize!”

“Kicker! You apologize to him this instant!” His mother practically screamed at him.

“But mom-”

“Now!”

Kicker walked over to the Myrmox, who went back to pay the bill. He towered over the colt like a shadow which only served to unnerve him further. He was barely able to lift his head enough to look at the changeling.

“I’m uh, sorry”

Myrmox said nothing while he was counting the bits for the bill, as if he didn’t hear the colt.

“I’m sorr-“

“I heard you the first time. Now get lost.”

The colt skittered away to his parents away from the changeling, whom they were giving disapproving looks for his cold tone of voice. He didn't care, the colt ruined a good evening with his lover and needed to be taught a lesson and in his eyes, that meant making the colt live with his mistake, not playing the “forgive and forget” game. He walked back up to Dash, who had calmed down.

“Are you ready to go?”

Dash simply nodded and they took off. The Sun was going down and they just wanted to go home.

For a while, neither of them spoke. Neither Dash nor Myrmox were happy about how that had turned out. He wasn’t really that mad at anyone, not even the colt. He was just a child. But this only reminded Myrmox of what he was, a changeling among ponies. He may have been sent here, but he had grown to like it. Moments like what just happened only reminded him that he was still not one of them and never will be, no matter who he is with.

He enjoyed being a changeling, but it carried a sense of… loneliness. He had some friends among ponies, but Rainbow Dash was the only one who really made him feel truly welcome.
“I’m sorry about that Dash.” He glanced over to her, she still had a look of anger on her face, but it had since soften. “You shouldn’t have had to go through that. “

“No, it’s fine. That brat needed to be taught a lesson”

“True, but I just wanted to give you a good meal to eat. Plus I was a little rude, even though someone had to snap at him.”

“You were fine. You saw what I did, and I would have been the same way.”

“I know, but you are a hero Dash. You helped stop Nightmare moon, Discord, Sombra and others. These ponies owe you so much and they make you put up with so much.”

“I don’t care,” She moved closer to him. “And they can say whatever they want, I love you.”

“I love you too.” He would nuzzle and kiss her, but they were in the middle of flight.

The rest of the flight home was quiet between them. Finally they reached Rainbow Dash’s home. By then night had fallen and the stars were out. She invited him to move in with her a few months ago rather than stay out in the woods like he used too. It was a cloud decorated with pillars, rainbows and a few window. How the Pegasi did this stuff, he’d never know.

When they walked in, they shared a short but sweet kiss before Dash went to check on Tank, finding him napping on the sofa. Myrmox told her he was going to take a shower before joining her for bed to read. She always read something, usually Daring Do before bed and he had since joined her when she did. Luckily she was in the habit of reading aloud, making it easy for them to stay on track.

He entered the bathroom and started the shower up before climbing in. He sat in there for a few minutes before lifting his face to the water and wiping away some of the liquid that still remained from earlier. He didn’t bother reaching for the variety of soaps or shampoos to the side, he had no need or desire to use them. Changeling chitin was quite easy to clean as there was no fur to dirty. A few scrubs here and there and he could be looking good as new even if he rolled into a pit of mud.

He heard the bathroom door open and close quietly. His ears picked up but didn’t react until the shower shutters opened. He turn to look to find a certain cyan Pegasus with a seductive look in her eyes and mischievous smirk staring at him.

“What? I need some...help cleaning my wings.” Rainbow almost whispered. She walked right in front of him, brushing his chin with her mane before taking a seat between him and the stream of water. Her wings unfurled slowly to her sides, displaying themselves to Myrmox. They weren’t that dirty really, even though he knew Dash to actually be very meticulous about caring for her wings.

Or, it could just be an excuse to jump into the shower with him, maybe both. He couldn’t help but start to blush though. He figured he could already tell where this would probably be heading, but still, he would at least humor her.

Myrmox looked over to find the sponge. He picked it up with his green magic whilst looking over for one of Dash’s shampoos. Lavering the wool sponge, he laid it onto Dash's left wing. Slowly he worked his way outward gently, listening to any little noises that Dash was making. No grunts of pain came from her, only the occasional sigh. Cleaning off her her wing, he moved to her right, following the exact same path with the same steady pace. Every now and then she would sigh, but not in aggravation or discomfort, but in relief and her partners gentle touch.

Now came the tricky part. Both her wings were clean of any dirt or sweat, but still had a certain unevenness to them. Myrmox knew what was next, preening. As far as he knew, this was only done by the pegasus itself for the job, unless either by a parent teaching their child, or by somepony very intimate with them, one they would trust beyond all others.

He coughed to himself slightly to get her attention. Dash opened her eyes and looked over to him. He was looking back at her softly, his hoof grazing over her dangling feathers, as if asking for her permission. He didn’t know if she would rather do it herself, or if she wanted him to.

To his surprise, she merely smiled gently at him him and gave him a slight nod before turning her head back to the shower nozzle and closing her eyes again. She was going to trust this to him. Deep down, Myrmox felt touched, even if a little nervous. A learned pegasus would only do this themselves, or allow one they trusted beyond all others to do. And today, that status belonged to him.

Very gently, he placed his fanged maw over the feathers on the tips of her left wings. Almost hesitantly, he slowly clamped down on the tips and began to pull to straighten them out. One by one, he did this down the row as he listened to Dash for any distress. again, he caused her no pain. In fact, she began to sigh more frequently at what felt like a massage to her.

He finished her left wing without a problem. Before moving to her right, he gave a small kiss to to the wing join, causing her to shudder slightly in response. He resisted the urge to continue that, he still had a job to do. He continued onto to her right, undoing any imperfections as he moves along. Dash continued to making little noises he he clean her. It was becoming nothing less than music to his ears.

Finally, he finished the last of her feathers, all perfect and straight. He inspected his work and saw nothing else wrong, all perfect. Nothing less for my sweet Dash. He said slowly returned back to her, planting very light kisses to her wings along the way. Reaching her back, he gave a kiss to her wing joints, causing her to shudder again. He moved from her wings up to her neck. when she moved her head to the side, he nuzzled into her neck as she moaned slightly.

She turned back to him, her body now facing his. Folding her wings back to her side, she leaned into him and locked her lips with his. Dash reached up and wrapped her fore hooves around his neck, sitting on her haunches.Myrmox sat adjacent to her and reached his right hoof around her back below her wings, pulling her close.

They remained locked with one another until they broke apart for breath. Myrmox moved down and planted several on her neck. Dash lifted her head to the ceiling allowing him full access, enjoying it just as much as he was. As he worked on her neck, his hoof traveled from her upper back downward. He pulled her inward as he stood up and leaned into her. Instead of falling down, Dash scooted with him into the tiled shower wall.

Myrmox leaned her into the wall as he stood on his back hooves, pulling her up with him, one hoof still at her lower back and the other bracing against the wall. Dash showed no objections to his advancements, but rather seemed to play along. Her right hoof reached down from his neck to his chest, to his belly and below. There, she began to rub against something personal of his. Myrmox stopped working her neck to groan at her touch down below. She continued to rub there, getting more of a reaction from him as he groaned.

Not wanting to be outdone by his lover, Myrmox began to rework her neck and push his hips against hers. The grinding down there caused Dash to moan and stop her teasing of him. She pulled him into a light kiss and opened her eyes to his, rubbing his cheek with her hoof and whispered lustfully, “Fuck me.”

Myrmox reach down with his hoof and aligned himself up directly with her. Without breaking eye contact with Dash, he thrusted into her, eliciting a sharp inhale from the both of them. Gradually he pulled in and out of her slowly, Each time causing Dash to react with a pleasured sigh.

Soon, he began to put more into his motions, thrusting deeper into her whilst pulling her in. Dash was now moaning loudly in their intercourse. Every now and then she would stutter his name, goading him on further. Her hooves had moved from his neck to his shoulders, holding on tightly to her partner. He would sometimes deliver another kiss to her neck, causing her to pull him in tighter.

Both were beginning to feel pressure building up in their loins. Neither one was about to give up, but there only so much they could do beyond keep at it. Myrmox was giving it everything thing he could to please her while still holding on as best he could. It wasn’t long until Dash reached hers, she lifted her head back and led out a passionate cry as she reach her climax, her whole body shuddering from it. This was the last straw for Myrmox as he felt her convulse around him and make him lose all control. With a groan, he released inside of her, finally letting stopping his motion.

They both stood there for several seconds in ecstasy. Their foreheads touched each other as they panted to catch their breaths.

“That…was awesome.” Dash said in between breathes of air.

“Yeah… It was” He gave her a quick kiss to the cheek before turning the water off.

They exited the shower before drying off and heading the bedroom. Tank was already asleep, so they simply turned off the lights and laid down. Dash didn’t reach for the book on her side of the bed, too tired out to read, simply turned off the lights laid there under the covers as Myrmox crawled up behind her. He could practically smell the love she was directing to him.

Within minutes, she drifted off to sleep. Myrmox was still awake for a time, simply watching his beautiful girlfriend sleep. He laid down behind her, holding close with his fore hooves. It was the greatest thing in the world to him, just laying there, holding her close. He nuzzled into her neck and closed his eyes.