Author's Note

I'm normally not a fan of anthro, but this one kinda just popped up so here you go.

Contact (Questionable)

“It’s kinda wild, don’t you think?”

”What's kinda wild?”

The hand you’ve been running across Rainbow’s toned, furry midriff slows as you gather your thoughts for a reply. “You know? Just how similar our kinds are. I figured aliens would be more... alien?” You say, too distracted by the beautiful waterfall of color that is her mane to come up with something more eloquent.

The pegasus, now apparently bored of staring at the bedroom wall, abandons her little spoon position and twists in your hold. Her wings bat your chest as she turns, and a single downy feather is knocked loose. The hand that was rubbing her middle wraps around her thin waist and pulls her close, making her perky breasts press into your chest.

”What do ya mean by that?” She asks, raising a brow and flicking an ear. “We’re pretty different I think,” she says, lacing her thin fingers with your free hand. Your other hand, the one around her waist, travels down and snakes into her shorts to rest on a cutie mark.

Silently, you savor her contact as you once again fight distraction to come up with a reply. This time her sparkling magenta eyes muddle your thoughts.

Rainbow isn’t your first girlfriend (though she’s your first marefriend), but never have you had a lover willing to tolerate so much excess contact.

Scratch that. There’s nothing excess here. Here in Equestria, spending time just napping, cuddling, and talking with your marefriend is the cultural norm.

Equestria is a strange place for certain. Part of you fostered from your early teens still hisses at the thought of being a ‘furry’, as the odd bipedal equines of Equestria fit the bill perfectly, but mares like Rainbow made that part quiet down.

When a blue pony-girl barely 4’10 tall with big downy wings and a fluffy tuft poking from her halter top bombastically declared she’d “Keep you safe around here!”, you were too captivated by how adorable she was to care.

Rainbow is small, even by the reckoning of the smaller-than-human ponies. With your thumbs touching, you can almost wrap your hands middle-finger to middle-finger around the narrowest part of her waist with only about two or so inches to go. Now you delight in grabbing those hips of hers to lift her up for a kiss, much to her embarrassment.

”Hellooo? You there?” Rainbow presses her snoot to your nose, her big magenta eyes blinking.

“Yeah yeah, just thinking is all.” You give her hand a little squeeze and angle your nose up, taking her snoot along. It gives you just enough clearance to give her a chaste kiss, making a warm pink bloom across her muzzle. “I mean, humans and ponies have roughly the same body plan, two sexes, use speech to communicate, eat the same foods, breathe the same air, stuff like that.”

The pegasus snorts and scrunches her muzzle up in bemusement. “I wouldn’t call ‘Ingleesh’ speech, hun. It’s more like somepony gargling broken rocks. Your accent is sexy, though.”

You roll your eyes. “Gee, thanks.”

”Aww, don’t be like that,” She fidgets again and leans up, showing you that she discarded her top before laying down with you. The only clothing she’s wearing is her form-fitting denim shorts, exposing her pert breasts and cute pink nipples to the world. “I mean it! You’ve got that gruff amazon thing going on and it drives mares wild. I know it drives me wild at least.”

Another curious thing about Equestria is the optional clothing. Fur-coated ponies can overheat easily, meaning they wear as little as possible with the exception of winter. Mares without large busts like Rainbow can even get away being topless in public in tightly-knit places like Ponyville.

Behind closed doors? Any level of dress is fair game. Rainbow likes ditching her usual thin halter or tube top, keeping her shorts on for her pockets. Her friend Applejack is more conservative and keeps herself covered. It really surprised you to learn that the usually bashful Fluttershy will gladly strip down to nothing if given the chance, letting the world see her voluptuous form.

“Equestrian is much prettier than English,” you admit, sitting up as well. “But some of the sounds I have to make are asinine.”

Rainbow scoots into your lap, easily sitting with room to spare, so you scoot yourself back to rest against the bed headboard. With her soft wings on your chest, the top of her head just barely comes up to your chin, so you rest your head on hers and suppress a giggle when her ears tickle your cheeks. From here, you can smell the faint scent of rain, her unique rainbow spice, and just a twinge of mare musk.

“Some of the sounds are asinine? Like what?” Rainbow asks.

You wrap your arms around her, hands resting just below her bust as you run your thumbs over the soft bottom curve of her breasts. “Sounds like zzzaaarrr. I hate that one,” you grimace when you butcher your example. The pony equivalent to a hard R requires a sound you can’t make. “I can’t make that purr sound you ponies can, so I have to roll my tongue to bastardize it. I still mess it up.”

”Hrmm...” The mare in your grasp tilts her head to the side and back, pressing her muzzle to the side of your chin. She makes the throaty purr sound without opening up her mouth. It’s a warm, even tone, almost like music. “It just sounds like your accent to me,” she says. “Plus you don’t really hear words with that often.”

With a grunt, you turn your head and kiss the side of her muzzle. “Don’t rain on my pity party.”

She giggles. “Sure thing. Anyway, alien stuff? We look alike, but isn’t there all the cultural junk you’re forgetting?”

“Alien stuff, yeah. We’ve got a lot in common, but I guess there is a lot of different stuff too,” you admit. “Right now is a good example. Before you, I’ve never really spent time just casually cuddling. My first girlfriend years back wasn’t a fan unless she was in the mood, and she wasn’t in the mood often. Hell, most of my relationships didn’t last long enough to get to this kind of stage.”

Rainbow Dash turns and gives you a queer look, as if debating the validity of your words. “What?” she asks after a long second. “I know you said that Eearff was weird and backwards, but how does that work? You like, need contact to be healthy. You can’t just do without.”

You shrug. “Before I came to Equestria, the hug you gave me when we met was the first one I had in roughly three years.”

The marely mare in your lap seems to wilt, looking even smaller, so you can’t help but wrap her in a tight hug. She squirms and shifts, turning and straddling your legs so she can wrap her arms around your neck in a return hug. “Anon...” Her large eyes are filled with an uncharacteristic melancholy.

“Don’t look so dour, it doesn’t fit on you.” you shush her. “We’re together now, so it’s not like I’m starving for affection. I think you spoil me, really.”

That just makes Rainbow growl and squeeze tighter.

Silly mare.