Meet the flockers

Morning brings with it the familiar comforts, with two minor differences.

Snow continued to fall outside preventing the wildlife from voicing their various songs, and Dash was awake.

The first caused little concern as it provided you an excuse to stay indoors, but the second was distressing because the pegasus was fidgeting and jabbing your ribs with her wings.

Your first action of the morning is to reach out and pull her against you so she can’t leverage any painful distance.

Hot fur is a welcome change from your shared pillow. You bury your face in whatever is in front of it; in this case, it happens to be a plush neck.

“Well good morning to you too.”

She sounds more awake than she should, “Mhh.”

“You slept a while, you must’ve been really tired for some reason.”

You stretch your arms past her torso and yawn, sinking closer to her as you do. By chance you managed to seize her as she was rolling onto her back, meaning her fluffy chest tuft was in the prime position to cushion your face. So warm. Sooo comfortable…

You let out a groan of lethargic content.

The patch of fur on her sternum grew longer and thicker than everywhere else, beating her pubes by an inch and her pits by a mile. It was long enough to get knotted up in her Wonderbolts uniform and the only time she ever used a comb was to straighten it out. And unlike the rest of her, no matter how much soap you used or how hard you scrubbed it, it always smelled Dashy. It was as if nature intended for her to be the perfect pillow.

Her steady heartbeat thuds against her chest and responds to every little movement and sound you make.

You sigh contently while Dash’s pointed muzzle sifts through the short hair on the top of your head, “I take it you slept good then?”

She begins nibbling on your hair while her forelegs hold you possessively to her chest; teeth lightly graze your skin and send a tingling through your whole scalp.

“Uhuh.”

“Heh, you’re lucky I slept through the night as well.”

You gradually sink lower and Dash gradually climbs higher to facilitate her obsession with fixing your hair. She was pretty accommodating when it came to your differences but preening was one thing she wouldn’t compromise on. Despite the efforts being completely wasted on you, your pegasus mate stuck to a strict schedule of fixing your hair a few times per week. She wasn’t exactly patronizing, her ministrations were rife with nuzzles and kisses; however, as far as she was concerned you were completely helpless in this one regard and took your upkeep as her personal responsibility.

You can’t help but snicker as she licks the errant hairs under the top of your ear back in line, “Pfft...quit trying to pretend you’re asleep, Anon!”

You peek an eye open for the first time and spot her gorgeous smile, “It’s only fair, you do the same thing.”

“That’s cuz you do funny stuff when I’m asleep.”

“Oh? And you don’t?”

“N-No…” She pauses before returning to her job, clambering farther up so her deliberate muzzle can push your head into the pillow.

“What about that time you were playing with my hands?”

“You can’t blame me your hands are cool.”

“Or the time you were pulling at my armpit hair?”

“That was...I just didn’t know you had fur there!”

“Or what about the time I looked over and you were sitting up staring at my—”

“—Oh come on it was just standing straight up for no reason! Anypony would stare!”

You delay your response and she predictably resumes her treatment, “Don’t worry, if I’m pretending to be asleep it’s only because I want to learn more—”

“—Face me real quick.”

You do as she asks and immediately scrunch your face to keep a wild tongue out of your eye, “...more cute secrets I can blackmail you with.”

She pulls back and pegs you with a bemused smirk that tells you that your threat is not credible whatsoever. Your silent acceptance comes in the form of a soft smile and you return to being putty in her arms as her short muzzle works you over and massages pressure points on your face and scalp you didn’t know you had. So far you haven’t told her you enjoy it, but she can read your content body language well enough to know you don’t want her to stop; a swishing tail indicates the fun is mutual.

Finally, she pulls back with a cocky grin, “Aw yeah, that looks better!”

“Is it another mohawk?” You mumble into her breast.

“No it’s like a super cool spiky all over...thing.” She waves her hoof for emphasis.

Her fashion literacy knows no bounds. You blindly bring a hand up to feel one of the spires she’d formed. One of these days you’re going to have to learn how to do that preening thing so she doesn’t feel left out.

You roll her off you so you can come face to face with the mare. A quick peck transitions seamlessly to deeper kissing and the smell of her spit slick fur is just as tranquilizing as the sensation itself. Lips smack passionately and you tangle up in the sheets. You’d never kissed another mare, yet you’re confident nothing can compare to the sensation.

Her fore hooves cup your head and mess the hair she’d worked so hard on. An eternity passes in the soft embrace and a complimentary nuzzling follows. Her warm cheek presses against yours as you both fight to nibble each other’s ears. Dash establishes her advantage quickly, her nips make you squirm and giggle.

For a while you leverage your sharp teeth the only way you ever could by tussling and weakly vying for dominance. Dash manages her nose under your chin and pushes your head up to triumphantly nibble your neck.

“Hahaha! Quit it that tickles!”

You push her away but she doubles down with her nimble tongue.

Pegasi were a unique breed in so many ways, some of which you were still learning. They were by far the most tactile of ponies and Dash was no exception; they were also quite combative and needless to say Dash wasn’t an exception there either. She was far from a predator, but she definitely understood the dynamics of wrestling and instinctively knew your most vulnerable spots.

It also made play fighting all the more exhilarating for her when you managed to gain the upper hand.

Moments turn into minutes, and minutes pass while you enjoy the intimate battle with your partner. Finally, she stops fighting you and gives you another heartfelt kiss on the nose.

She pulls away with a cartoonish pop and you see her eyes sparkle with an enthusiasm that’d only grown stronger, “Hey Anon, stay right here for a bit I got a surprise for you!”

“A surprise?”

“Yeah it’ll only take a minute. But you gotta promise not to move.”

“Alright.” Interesting request. “Do I need to uh...hydrate for the next marathon?”

“Uh, I guess. Better hurry up though.”

“...Oh.”

She stares blankly for a second before breaking down in laughter, “Ahahahaha! I’m messing with you!”

You must’ve had a look of relief on your face because her grin only grows; she rises to her hooves and snickers, “But if you spoil it I won’t rut you until after lunch!”

“Oh my, I better not spoil it then!” That seems more like a punishment for her than for you.

She lunges forward to kiss your nose, and with that she saunters out of the room on a mission to please, her cute narrow butt jiggles as she transitions to a trot. Then again, maybe not.

For the briefest moment you forget why you’re not following her. You can’t ruin her surprise...even though you miss her already. The silence is filled with your thoughts; about the trip, about Dash, and about the marked increase in her affectionate behaviors. You drag your hand along the damp hot spot she left. Tiny cyan hairs stand out against the white fabric. She’s never lost this much before...maybe her winter coat is coming in? Is that a thing with ponies?

Whatever the surprise is, you don’t have to sit up waiting. Your head hits the pillow and you watch as a few errant hairs shoot up only to slowly drift back down. Your eyes drift shut as you shift your energy to listening for clues. What could she be doing out there? The only thing you can hear is the pilot light clicking on the stove top.

*Achoo!

A spontaneous sneeze gets rid of the displaced fur that found its way into your nose. You better not be allergic to her.

Luckily, the problem doesn’t persist and you get to enjoy the fresh scent of your partner as you sink lower and lower in the sheets. It felt strange lounging without something to cling to, especially when evidence of her presence so obviously surrounded you. The air has an almost palatable taste to it, and the lingering warmth plays tricks on your mind as you doze off again.

The next thing you feel is a hoof shaking your shoulder, “Hey, Anon. Get up I made you breakfast!”

Dash’s voice is filled with excitement.

You jerk awake, “What?”

“Heheh! Your breakfast silly. I made it for you.” Her mane is messy and one of her ears is bent over.

She made you breakfast? Your heart jerks a bit in your chest.

Then it stops.

Your senses detect something incredible. A long lost pleasure. An aroma and flavor tied to memories of pure bliss—unlike anything you could possibly be eating for breakfast.

Unless…

Your eyes fixate on the tray of food at the end of your bed. A cup of juice balances precariously next to a plate of steaming eggs, peanut butter toast…and bacon.

“Bacon!”

“Heheh, I knew you’d like it!”

“You made bacon!”

She didn’t just make you bacon, she made you a pile of bacon. A dozen strips at least.

Dash rubs her leg somewhat bashfully, “That was kinda what I’ve been hiding in the fridge this whole time. I had the attendants special order it from Griffonstone.”

Your sights turn to the beautiful creature that’d made your life heaven in every way possible. She freezes, obviously noticing the appetite in your eyes, “I freaking love you Rainbow Dash!”

Her eyes widen and she lets out a muffled squeak as you cup her cheeks and plant a heavy smooch right on her perfect lips.

*Muah!

“I love you I love you I love you I love you!”

Her wings cutely puff with each kiss. When you pull away her face is beat red and glowing with joy and a bit of amusement.

Now you have a dilemma. You can’t eat the bacon and kiss her at the same time—both of which things you desperately want to do. The problem seems like the end of the world, then, in the very next moment you find a compromise, “C’mere you beautiful mare!”

“Huh?” She freezes again in the middle of wiping her mouth. Her ears tuck as you reach down to hoist her up over the edge of the bed and onto your lap.

She submits to your antics while you carefully drag over the tray. Eat the bacon wait to kiss the pony but hold the pony, while eating the bacon...that’ll work.

Dash is a bit too big to hold on your lap, but you manage to keep her comfortable while balancing the tray. Comfortable meaning, you’re squeezing her to your chest like she owes you money, so even if she wanted to complain she didn’t have enough air to.

Fresh strips of perfect bacon tease you mercilessly and you narrowly avoid drooling on the poor pony who never expected such a drastic response from the simple act of kindness.

Zesty aromas prime your taste buds for the incredible experience; you can’t get it in your mouth quick enough, and when you do, your senses explode with ecstasy, “Oh man this is so good!” You blurt with your mouth full.

“Heheh!”

You’d been on a mostly vegetarian diet for as long as you remember but one thing that is apparent is that all your carnivorous cravings were still perfectly intact. You’d had a meat vendor in Ponyville, but he shut down shop due to lack of sales, and he didn’t have bacon. Your partner watches you with wide eyes as you devour the chewy slices of pork with ravenous appetite. She wasn’t put off, but she was impressed. You had just reached the epitome of existence. With bacon in your mouth and your mare at your side there was nothing more life could offer you.

Whether she was following directions, got lucky, or somehow just knew your soul well enough, the bacon was perfectly cooked; not too crispy, but still firm. It wasn’t smoked, but it was seasoned with light spices that complimented the pork. The cut had the lightest coat of savory bacon grease that bolstered its flavor without making it overbearing, and it had the perfect ratio of lean to fat...just like Dash. Your eyes linger on her cutie mark-stained buttocks a little longer than they should’ve.

“Uh, heh! Save the dessert for later big guy!”

You shoot her a look that tells her you’ll have your dessert whenever you please, then you take another bite.

“If I’d known you liked it that much I would’ve made it for you sooner!”

You squeeze her appreciatively, still unwilling to let her go, “This is amazing where did you even find this?”

“The resort usually serves carnivore dishes for the Griffons who stay here. I just remembered how you always used to talk about this stuff so I asked them to have some stocked for us.”

You shove another piece into your mouth and groan, “It’s been so long!”

“Heheh, I guess I did alright huh?”

“Dash, you just won the award for the best mate ever!...Again. Because you already earned it for those lunches you make me. And like, a bunch of other stuff.”

Her ears perk and a grin tugs on the corner of her pleasant smirk. You decide to save what’s left for last so you can start and finish your meal with bacon. When your plate is clean and you’re down to your last piece, an idea strikes you.

“Hey, do you want to try some?”

Dash snaps out of her starry-eyed gaze, “M-me?”

“No silly, the other mare I’m holding. Yes you.”

She looks at you nervously, “But ponies don’t eat meat.”

“You like fish.”

“Yeah but that’s not the same and that stuff smells weird.”

“Dash listen to me, bacon is much better than fish and if it makes you sick I’ll say sorry.”

You hold it out in front of her and her eyes shirk away, “I-I don’t know, Anon.”

“Come on just once! If you don’t like it you can say ‘I told you so’ for the next ten years.”

She snorts, “Alright fine, but just a little bit. And grab the plate in case I have to barf it up.”

“Aw you’ll be fine.”

She offers you one last look just to make sure you’re sure about this. Then, she gingerly bites off a corner. Her eyes move to your as she chews. You watch her intently as she experiences the wonder of bacon for the first time. This must be what it feels like watching your baby take its first steps.

She swallows without incident, “Meh, it’s okay I guess.”

“Just okay!?”

“Yeah it’s kinda weird...almost like a burned taste.”

“Well it is cooked.”

She pushes the remainder back towards you, “The rest is all yours dude.”

You shoot her a second glance, “Are you sure you’re not pretending to dislike it so I can have the rest?”

“Heh, yeah I’m sure. Besides, I have to save room for another kind of meat.”

You just shrug and chew up the last piece of bacon, savoring every last bit of flavor before it finally disappears for good leaving you full and satisfied. Wait, what did she say?

She meets your inquisitive look with a flirty one. A chromatic tail flicks across the sheets, the sound of it brushing the fabric is the only noise that fills the room.

She moves with a wry smirk; the empty tray is pulled away and she pushes you back into your pillow, “You didn’t think that was your whole surprise did you?” Her fore hoof drags up your chest and finds your jaw; she turns your head toward her and whispers an inch away—her breath tickling your lips, “Just cuz I’m a little crazy with estrus doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed how good you’ve been to me.”

Her tongue curls underneath your upper lip, preceding an ardent kiss. Her hoof, which had been moving stealthily, suddenly presses into your hard shaft under the sheets. The warm, soft pad of her frog feels up the entirety of your manhood.

She pulls away and smacks her mouth. “Heheh, you’re gonna taste like that stuff for the rest of the day.” She blushes but grins wider, “At least that part of you will.”

Her hoof never leaves you as she nudges away the covers with her nose. The moment you’re unveiled her eyes widen a bit and she swallows to check her salivation. She’d gone a full night in the middle of heat without any sexual expression and there was clear urgency behind her actions.

Her nostrils flare and she leans in to nuzzle your member. Soft fur of her cheek feels incredible and you can’t bottle up your arousal. A drop of pre smears against her soft face, darkening her fur as she breathes you in.

“Dash, you’re the best…”

She nuzzles back to the other side again, a soft smile adorning her lips. Her muzzle tucks to prod at your testes and her two fuzzy ears pull tight to her nape in response to your masculine scent. She treats your organs with reverence; tender nudges portray more affection than wanton lust. Soft lips gently kiss each orb as if appreciative of the fact that they might someday hold the key to a foal of her very own.

Without hesitation she brings her other fore hoof into play, slowly stroking you straight up and down. She shifts her attention back to your length and puts her all behind her strokes; the sum of her warm hooves and teasing nose fuzz add up to a uniquely intimate experience.

“Gah! Dash how do you do that with hooves?”

“Heheh! Just sit back and enjoy it.”

If her twitching tail is any indication, such complacency would leave her hanging, but at the same time this was obviously a continuation of your present, and you already know how adamant she is about not spoiling presents. You’ll repay her later.

Her eyes glance furtively to yours and she spits some lubrication on your juncture. The hot saliva flows around you and slicks her movement as she picks up pace; part of you can’t wait for her to take things up a notch, but she’s enjoying this far too much to rush it. You watch her smile grow as she squeezes the base of your penis and work a drop of pre all the way up until it peeks out from your tip. Her tongue flashes out to lick it up, then, she looks at you with the same giddy smile.

This mare…

You feel a bit abashed at the attention, but she doesn’t relent. She bites her tongue and passionately pumps you while darting her eyes back and forth from the action to your expression. You try not to watch, but you just can’t tear your eyes away. Once she sees you give up and offer her your full attention, she pulls your member over and forcibly licks your glans. Pink tongue smears your sensitive bulb with a fresh coat of drool.

“Aaaagh!” You squint in pleasure.

“Hey, Anon.”

Her mirthful voice gives you the will to peek once more; once you make eye contact she licks you again, but slower.

“Gah, Dash!” Your legs twitch in sync with the thousands of taste buds you register.

Now that she’s eased you into the sensation she brings her tongue into the mix permanently. Breath and hot spit bathe your shaft and balls; her tongue and lips work their way through every nook and cranny. Each bit of flavor she finds drives her wild for more and her appetite blooms.

Even in the context of equine culture, which was already somewhat oral-centric, the pegasus lapping at your genitals like they were a popsicle on a hot day clearly exceeded the standard. Her enthusiasm grew in proportion to your shared intimacy, but when she got in one of these moods anything you put in front of her would get familiar with her tongue pretty quick. Maybe she has an oral fixation?

Her warm lips respond as if reading your mind; a targeted nibble on a sensitive spot attempts to route the epiphany from your consciousness before you can commit it to memory. Without noticing, you grip the sheets, causing Dash to snort and double down her efforts.

Her long, slender tongue wraps halfway around your girth and trails up. When she gets to your tip she pauses; her tail swishes ecstatically while her slick muscle laps along the rim of your corona where your taste was apparently the most rewarding. You’re overwhelmed with the sensation of being ardently explored by your loving partner and she exacerbates that by wiggling her tongue tip into your urethral slit. You groan and leak from incredible arousal.

The discovery of more pre spurs her to keep pressing.

You stifle your grunt this time but she still feels it. She scoots a bit closer to better surround your crotch. Saliva coats your cherry red tip in a shiny gloss as her tongue washes it over and over and over again. She keeps licking until your nerves are overloaded and your legs twitch...then she licks some more.

She pauses to swipe a lock of hair away. Her flushed face turns to you, one hoof holds your opposite hip, your penis bobs and drips saliva, “Don’t hold out on me now, I skipped breakfast!”

What did you ever do to deserve her?

She positions between your spread legs and angles you back with her hoof. But instead of getting down to business she continues her teasing ministrations. Puckered kisses pepper your sensitive frenulum and trail down to your scrotum.

“Dash?” You hoped your voice portrayed the need you felt.

“Hmm?” She hums and kisses the base of your shaft.

“Can you-ah!”

“Can I what? Heheh!” She snickers and drags her wet muscle up your side with a mischievous smirk, “Don’t get shy on me.”

You go to open your mouth and but she steals your breath with a well placed kiss, “You know I’ll do anything for ya Anon, you just gotta ask.” Her voice comes across as genuine as ever. Her hooves hook around your shaft to brace against an incredibly forceful lick against your spongy underside. It pushes up another drop of pre—setting her up for the next torturous exhibition, “Anything at all…”

“Canyoupleasegivemeablowjob!” You manage through gritted teeth.

“Sure thing!” She quips.

Oh no...that tone of voice.

The mare takes a deep breath and blows on your wet shaft. It wasn’t at all what you intended but it makes you jerk out of surprise.

“Dash!”

She explodes mid-blow with uncontrollable laughter, “Pbbt-Ahahahahaha!”

She just never gives you a break does she? It doesn’t take long for her to contain herself and when she does she flashes you an apologetic smile, “Heh, don’t worry big guy I got you.”

Puckered lips meet your tip and kiss off its ever present bead, but this time she doesn’t let up; you watch her jaw part and slowly descend down your sex. Her lips seal around you allowing suction to guide your sensitive rod safely onto her cushioning tongue.

Copious saliva made travel as smooth as silk. Your eyelids drift closed allowing you to focus on the mental image the amazing sensations were creating. She never once hesitates, and before you know it, you feel a bump as her nose comes to rest against your crotch.

She stays motionless for a moment, her lips suckle around the root of your penis—messily drooling while she grows accustomed to having your throbbing tip resting against her soft palate. Scalding air blasts your pubes out of the way. Dash swallows. Her audible gulp is accompanied by the very visceral sensation of her palate constricting and her thick, aft taste buds grinding against your all too sensitive underside.

Before you realize it you’ve reflexively bucked into her. You look down to make sure you didn’t hurt her, but all you see is a giggling mare staring at you with her mouth full. You’re not going to last long.

Her expression tells you that won’t be a problem. Hot tongue fills as much of the gap as it can just to make sure your sex was in constant contact with her hot, wet mouth.

The excited pegasus withdraws an inch before promptly deciding she’s gone far enough and presses back down to the very root, then, she starts bobbing.

A moan of pleasure escapes you and prompts a sympathetic moan from your partner. Her mouth vibrates and gulps away the ensuing spurt of pre. She may have tried teasing you at the start, but with things in high gear, she had a single track mind that could only lead to one explosive conclusion.

To shake things up she bottoms out and squeezes her tongue out to lay across your testicles, then she fondles them with a sticky frog.

“Aaaagh!”

Hips gently thrust up to surrender more of your penis to the heavenly maw. Hard, rhythmic throbs warn her that she’s going above and beyond the limits of your stamina, but all it does is stoke her enthusiasm.

Her wings, which had been draping loosely over your legs, stretch out as she pushes harder into your crotch to match your force. Her hoof massages your balls around her wagging tongue.

“Oh Dash I’m close!”

The pony starts bobbing again all the while tending to your gonads. Without any other cues besides your throbbing member and swelling tip, she begins to moan in sync with her down thrusts.

She slurps loudly around the lathered pole but makes no effort to contain her mess. Saliva pools in the crook of your testes and coats you thoroughly with the help of a zealous hoof. Her other foreleg swings up to brace against your abdomen and she does her best to keep you calm by rubbing your belly.

Spit, lips, and wild tongue mercilessly drive you to the brink of orgasm, and once she senses your imminent release, she looks up to catch your eye with a sultry gaze that welcomed your explosion of taste.

“Dash I-gah!...I’m cumming!”

*Mmmm

The confession motivates her to make you cum even harder and she plunges down to passionately suckle and lap on the penis that’d worked so hard to pleasure her in her need.

Your will is far too taxed to even try to hold back. At the first hint of tingling you give in and lace the roof of her mouth with hot semen. Her tail flags high and her wings pop taunt as her own arousal spikes drastically.

Your hips rise on their own in a fruitless attempt to get deeper, but Dash pulls back and utilizes her strong tongue to grind you against the ridges on the roof of her mouth. Her eyes threaten to flutter shut from the blissful sensation of bringing her mate to the precipice of satisfaction. The second pump is much more forceful and makes her squint. Viscous semen clings to the roof of her mouth as it races down her throat and splatters her uvula; she coughs once, then twice, forcing a decent volume of ejaculate to tickle her throat the wrong way. Much to her credit, she keeps her cool and draws your head back to the entrance of her mouth to focus on breathing past the invasive goo.

Once more solid pump unloads on her tongue before the fourth twitches out of her grasp and throws a continuous rope of cum across her brow. She jerks and freezes when the warm spatter hits her face; she watches with raised brows as the final spurt arcs back with the angle of your unleashed member to spill on your belly.

“Ahhh…wow...” You sigh in relief.

Dash relaxes a bit and slowly opens her eyes; nostrils flare from the bleachy scent and she swallows while taking stock of her situation.

She smirks at the mess on your stomach.

“How could you miss, I was right in front of you!”

You’re tempted to respond but you know you’re in no state of mind to spar with her. As it turns out, she wasn’t planning on waiting for an answer; a blue and white striped muzzle suckles down on your tip.

“Ha!” You yelp from the feeling of her tongue cleaning the pool of white out of your belly button.

Rainbow’s cheeks are fiery when she finally finishes mopping up. She taps on your leg to draw your attention back up at which point she opens her mouth with a smack; her stringy pink tongue rises from a sea of your swirling, pearly white to show off your gift.

Oh my god.

The look on your face must’ve been a priceless reward because her own chuckling forces her to swallow before she makes an even bigger mess.

“Dash *huff...thank you so much.”

She wipes her face with a fore hoof, “Geez you don’t have to thank me, it makes it sound like you like me or something.” She shoots you a flustered grin before licking her hoof clean.

Your head plops back on the pillow. That’s it, she’s too sexy. You wait behind closed eyes while you listen to her cleaning herself. Wetly, cleaning herself. You hold her sessile hoof, gently rubbing it until it gets drafted away to help the effort. She offers her tongue-cleaned hoof as a replacement which you gladly accept.

“What do you say we get you cleaned up?”

“I don’t wanna take a bath!” She blurts, un-ironically.

“Look. After…that...I’m not about to make you do anything you don’t want to.”

She giggles while licking the side of her muzzle.

“But.” She pauses her celebration, “If you choose to take one, then I’ll take one with you. Just to make it fair.” You throw in a wink to drive the message home.

The worked up mare takes the hint, but remains skeptical. “You sure you can take me on with your battle buddy out of commission?” She pats said buddy teasingly.

You sit up and cup her cheeks, “W-wait what are you—”

—*Smooch!

Your lips pass a simple kiss to hers, proving that nothing can preclude your affections. Her ears perk and she looks shocked.

“With one hand behind my back.” She offers no rebuttal. “Come on.”

Hooves clatter on the tile floor as she shadows you—still reeling from the kiss. You reach in and start the shower before stepping back outside to wait for it to warm up. Dash looks up at you, her innocence contrasted by suggestively wetted fur adorning her beautiful face.

Her tail twitches.

It wouldn’t hurt to get a head start. You tap the top of the counter, “Hop up.”

She cocks her head, “Huh?”

“Put your hooves up here.”

She looks confused but props her front hooves on the counter anyways. She keeps her perplexed look while you walk around behind her, “Why do you want me to…”

She trails off when you kneel down and spread her hind hooves. Hands trail up her perfectly toned legs and meet in the small of her back while you watch her expression in the mirror, “Do you know why yet?”

Dash gulps and nods.

Her tail is being held out towards your face and a quick swipe helps her shaky dock pull it back the rest of the way. Sweet feminine musk and a hint of sweaty exertion invades your senses. Her swollen, bulging labia are having a hard time fitting between her cheeks. The sight is alarming, but you know how to treat the condition.

“Then tell me.” You brush over last night’s patches of stained fur.

“B-because you like my-eep!”

A firm grip on her dock cuts her off from giving the wrong answer, “Not even close.”

The trembling mare struggles to adjust her stance while you rub the underside of her tail nub. She gulps, “Because, you wa-want to repay me?”

Getting closer. ”I’d love to...once I hear the right answer.” You gently pull back on her dock forcing her shy plot hole to twitch. You trace your finger around her pert anus, down her perineal raphe, and just along the edge of her incredibly soft nether lip.

She shudders and squeaks, “M-maybe y-you-nnngh!”

Invisible pheromones seeped from the pores in her dock to waft you with the lurid aroma of your mate’s fertility. A homing beacon that drove you to senseless attraction; like a moth circling a lamp.

She arches her back and thrusts her narrow butt towards your face in the hopes that you would cede to her unspoken wishes. Her clit tries to wink past her puffy lips but barely sneaks a hint of its pink past her fat folds. She ducks her head and whines; this mare wanted to be bred, she needs to be bred.

You nudge on the underside of her spongy crevice to tease her enclosed clitoris. A dribble of juices patter against the tile floor. This might be a little unfair.

“I’ll give you a hint, it’s the same reason I gave you that kiss earlier.”

The athlete endures her painfully unfulfilled urges a moment longer to think and find the composure to answer. The allure of her luscious sex so near to your face makes it almost as difficult for you.

“Because you...y-you love me?”

“That sounded like a question?”

“Because you love me!” She yells.

“That’s better.”

The pegasus whimpers from relief, her nether lips drool hot arousal between her legs. Pheromones breathe new life into your limp member as much as they demand you to breathe them in.

Her whole body, from her pulsing feathers to her quaking muzzle was begging for it, and judging by the rate of her leaking, she only needed the lightest of stimulation to explode. Perhaps literally.

Your face disappears behind the shadows of her curves.

*knock knock knock

Both your heads snap away, one far more annoyed than the other.

*knock knock knock

Dammit, that wasn’t your imagination. Dash shoots you a panicked look, partly because of the unwelcome visitors and mostly because you were thinking about leaving her to answer it.

“One minute!” You yell, then make your case to the distraught pegasus, “It must be those other guests the letter mentioned. We should probably…” You trail off when you realize how mangy Dash looks, “...I should probably answer that.”

Dash could not disagree more and whimpers in protest. Don’t make this harder than it has to be please.

Her eyes are filled with a sort of terror as if you were about to embark on a journey from which you might not return. Sticky strings continue to fall from under her tail as her whimpering becomes more distraught.

The terrifying noise of the doorknob turning and opening up makes your decision for you. “I said one minute!” Excited whispers stop and retreat at the warning.

What the heck kind of ponies just barge in another room!

Dash dismounts the valet and moves to block you as you reach for a towel. “Hey there, it’s alright I’ll be right back.” Her eyes waver and plead with you not to go, but if you didn’t you risk getting found in this state by whatever nosy patrons you now shared the building with. You dart for the door as the knocking picks up again.

*Yelp!

A shrieking cry of distress pierces your ears and you spin around to see the injured mare staring at you like you betrayed her. You didn’t even know ponies could make a sound that hurtful.

The look shakes you to your very core and in that moment, a decision is made. You take a nearby chair and jam the door shut just as someone goes to speak. “Give us a bit, just started the shower.”

Somewhere on the other side, some pony responds, but it doesn’t matter. You rush back to the quivering pegasus and catch her as she leaps into your arms. Your hand moves to her wings and teeth clack as your mouths meet in an unfettered sloppy kiss.

And by Celestia Dash was a pro at sloppy kisses.

*knock knock knock knock

The intrusion seems to come in response to the whimpering and smacking, but neither of you hear it. A drop of heat hits your thigh and snakes down your leg, prompting you to catch the next drop with your member before it escapes. Her legs clamp around your waist and she practically forces herself down on you. An uncoordinated boner pokes her furry cheek. The next prod is met with a rush of warmth as you enter her body.

She winks, spilling more of her juices onto you as you immediately fall into rhythm. The fulfilled pegasus groans appreciatively into your mouth; bottles and toiletries clatter against the floor and mirror as you sit her on the edge of the valet to ream her sloppy canal.

Oh dear, I hope they haven’t slipped. I never did like hard tile in a bathroom, it’s too slick on the hooves.

He did seem like he was in a hurry. He doesn’t have hooves though, does he?

Steam from the hot shower fills the room and steals more oxygen from your laboring lungs but the throes of pleasure leave you blissfully ignorant. Fingers dig into the sinew of her toned back leaving claw-like traces through her sweat-dried fur. Dash’s legs could no longer grip you and her rump was sliding around on the now sex-slick counter top. You grip the fat of her butt forcefully and bring her pelvis to yours in a coordinated thrust.

Hot liquid squirts out around your buried meat to wet the floor. “Aaaa-mff!” Her cry is cut off by you practically eating her muzzle.

She said he had things called ‘feet.’ That’s the same things dragons have, right?

Maybe, but remember, she said he was different and not to compare him to anything, especially monkeys.

Monkeys? I thought those had thumbs?

Dash’s clitoris finds itself trapped between a slick thumb and your hard rod and she squeals when you grind her sensitive bean against the bare skin of your thrusting appendage. Kept silent only because you were sucking on her tongue—she shudders and jerks, wings knock your shaving cream onto the floor, breaking the nozzle and sending foam flying around in an explosive decompression. Feet struggle to keep you steady on the layer of slimy ejaculate she’d spilled so liberally on the floor.

Another orgasm rips her tongue from your grasp and she pushes her drooling muzzle against your cheek to scream, “Oooh-ho buck!”

Sounds like they might be having a hard time. I hope we’re not rushing them. We’re not rushing them are we dear?

No of course not! We’ll just wait here until they finish their shower.

She’s not usually that much of a potty mouth, maybe she dropped the soap or something.

The affectionate mare licking your mouth and squeezing your shaft was doing a very good job of convincing your body to forfeit all of its remaining payload to her. In fact. “Dash I gotta—”

“—Put it on me!” The rapid-fire response was wise enough to exchange a greater pleasure for one that would leave her more presentable, and in the heat of the moment, it takes you a second to register the atypical request.

You look into her eyes so she can see the incredible pleasure the next two thrusts give you, then, you pull out and promptly shoot white ropes across her quivering teats. She picks up the slack and nudges the rest out by rubbing her slick pubis against your base, sticky cyan pubes cling to your slimed and dripping shaft as she watches you unload. “Oh that’s so bucking hot!” Your knees grow weak as she whispers her lust-filled encouragement. Her gaping hole was still puffy and swollen, still obviously aroused. She catches your stare, and spreads her legs wider as some drool drips from her bottom lip.

Sounds like she’s a bit begrudging with the shampoo.

I hope for his sake she takes showers more than once per week.

I’m sure she doesn’t make half as much of a mess as she used to. A good stallion can change a mare that way.

Dash’s oily feathers smudge the mirror as her spread wings shudder across its glass surface. Her lower half is curled into your face, a firm grip keeps her hind legs to either side of your head as you lavishly entertain her sloppy marebits with some cunnilingus. Her torso is curled downwards and her forelegs grip her knees to artificially boost her flexibility; letting her lap up the mess of semen that stuck to her fur and teats. The sounds of her oral finesse combine with yours as her hot, labored breath adds to the stuffy atmosphere between her legs, causing another bead of sweat to break on your brow.

A squeak and a shudder precede an undulation of her canal and rapid flicker of her clit. A rush of fluid dribbles down your chin before her second contraction shoots some across your cheek.

They sure are taking their time in there.

Oh, Bow, don’t be like that! Do you know how long it takes to properly clean all your fur? If you don’t get all the shampoo out it’ll make you itch all day, if you were a mare you’d know things like that.

Yeah, I suppose, and not to mention it sticks like glue.

“Mmmh! Why don’t you do this more often!” She looks down at you as she clears the last speck of sperm from her lips.

You come up for air, licking your own clean of her glistening product. “Because you never want it on you, you dirty mare.”

She lurches farther down to lick your forehead just as you give her nether lips a parting smooch. The flamboyant tongue tickles your face until you trap it in a deep, heartfelt kiss. By the time you part, your blushes had caught up with your libidos.

“That’s not even close to vanilla ice cream.”

“Heheheh, it’s a lot better than whatever you had.” She tucks her ears and hangs onto your neck, obviously not impressed by her own flavor.

“We’ll have to agree to disagree.” You peck her lips once more to make her squirm.

Her return nuzzle is soft and a bit sticky, “I’m just surprised you had that much left.”

So much for her weekly showering habit. I thought she’d have grown out of that by now for sure!

Well, I suppose you can only expect so much from an overachiever.

Remind me to look for vanilla ice cream shampoo the next time we’re in the store.

Hot water cascades down your bare bodies as you comb your fingers through her mane. A proper wash took less than a minute now that the water was no longer going to waste. Dash’s mess more or less rinses right off you so the entire time was dedicated to scrubbing her sticky fur and face.

You dry off first and hand her the towel, “Hey Anon, was there some pony at the door?”

Oh crap.

You jerk the door open, a towel hastily wrapped around your waist, “Can I help you!” Your resolve is dashed upon seeing a middle aged mare with an unfettered contagious smile. Looking at the her, you feel a strange sense of familiarity, but what really tips you off is her companion stallion’s mane.

Despite their friendly smiles, you feel a cold sweat break across your brow.

Oh no.

“My my, she wasn't lying! He sure is a big one! So pleased to meet you!” The glowing mare grabs at your hand and shakes vigorously while the large purple stallion tries to contain his excitement like a toddler in line to see Santa. “We’ve heard so much about you!”

“Y-you have? F-from who?”

You knew exactly who from, you just didn't want to believe it.

The mare turns to the stallion, “Oh he’s got a great sense of humor! From our Dashie of course!”

The burly stallion takes his turn shaking your hand like it was a crying baby.

It was at this moment, a more collected but still pretty haggard looking blue pegasus exits the bathroom. With a hastily washed face. You don’t think you’ve ever seen anybody move as stiff as she’s moving now.

“Hi mom. Hey dad.”

You never thought the love of your life could say such horrifying words.

Just as their older couples eyes light up and the stallion was on the verge of speaking, Rainbow takes stance beside you.

“Uh, I left the tap in the bathroom running, give us a minute yeah?” Dash slams the door in their approaching faces.

You’d never heard such a flimsy excuse, but to be honest you were so shocked you couldn't have come up with anything better. Dash grabs you by the towel and hauls you back into the bathroom. You stumble after her in a daze. Her parents. They’re here. In this building.

“Anon. Anon! Look at me!” She shoots in a hushed whisper.

You do.

“Listen, it’s gonna be ok, I know how to handle them, I’ve done it before. Just follow my lead and we should be able to salvage this vacation.”

“You mean you didn’t invite them?”

“Invite them! Do I look like I’m in the mood to have a bucking tea party with my parents!”

“Sorry, dumb question—”

“—I don’t even know how they found out about this! It’s like they’re psychopathically connected to my mind!”

“Telepathically?”

She just stares at you, irate.

“Oh come on, it can’t be that bad, they’re probably just excited to meet me.”

“That’s the problem, they’re excited!” She sighs and sits down.

You pat her shoulder, “Hey, it’s alright. We’ll visit with them for a bit, explain that we’re up here as a sort of getaway and don’t plan on doing a whole lot, maybe set them up in a room across the building and then pick up where we left off.”

“The whole reason for coming out here was so we wouldn’t have to keep it down! Or stick to a schedule! Or talk to other ponies—”

“—Ok, ok. It’ll be alright, we’ll find some space. Let’s just take it one step at a time.” You grab her withers and tilt her chin up to look at you, “And know that nothing can ruin the time I spend with you.” A wink completes the smooth delivery.

Nothing could make her blush right now, but the comment was clearly uplifting. You gesture to the bathroom’s exit, “After you, miss Dash.” The show makes her snort and the small smile stays on her face until you’re all cleaned up, dressed up, and ready to go.

An air of hurriedness lingers out of fear that taking too long behind a closed door would summon the ponies again. You fix your last button and press your collar down; the anxiety was starting to twist your stomach into a knot, but you couldn’t show that in front of her, “Do I look alright? Maybe I should trim around my ears.”

“It doesn’t matter dude, they have no idea what a human is supposed to look like.” Her tail flicks and she stomps on the ground to force it to stop.

This might be rougher for her than for you. “Yeah, but I have to make a good first impression.”

“You already did; you picked me as your partner.” The pegasus lets out a stressed sigh and stands up on her hind legs to conclude your fussing with a final adjustment. She catches your eye, “Don’t worry Anon, they’re gonna love you the way you are...because I do.”

Her confidence booster warms your heart, “With you by my side, I could face an army and not flinch.”

“Pffft! Yeah! Because I’d be kicking all the flank!” She never lets you get away with cheesy stuff. She hops down and heads for the door. “We can probably sneak away after lunch.”

You nod.

“Ready?”

You nod.

Her tail flicks as if to protest.

Dash opens the door and immediately recoils. A click and a flash immortalize that moment of her frustrated existence.

Her father winds up the camera again, “There you are! We knew you were busy so we just waited patiently!”

Did they...were they there the whole time?

“Geez mom, you could’ve warned me!”

“Oh but dear the look on your face is so cute!”

“And it’s definitely a keeper!” The stallion says pridefully as he blows on the developing photo paper.

“Oh! Would you like to introduce us to you special friend, dear?”

Dash grumbles, “Mooom! You already know who his name, and he’s not my special friend…Anon’s my mate.” The poor athlete was so red her ears were starting to discolor.

“Of course Rainbow, but he doesn’t know us yet!”

You take the initiative and suck in your crippling anxiety before your partner melts, “I’m Anon, pleasure to meet you. Bow and Wendy, right?”

“You did tell him about us! Wonderful! We get to skip the introductions then!” Bow blurts.

Did he just look at you funny? Does he know what you just did? How much could they hear?

“Have you had breakfast yet? There’s not much to eat in here it looks like.” Windy starts to poke her head into the mess of a room and both you and Dash instinctively close the gap, stepping out into the hallway and sealing the door behind you.

“Haha uh, just dessert.” Dash’s suppressed smirk seems to direct even more anxiety your way. It was like she thought embarrassing you would make it easier for her to endure her own punishment. Or maybe she just wants to play a game, “I still have room for more.” She glances back with a wink.

So it’s going to be like that, then. Her parents seem unfazed as they lead the way to the kitchen, but your sharp look tells her the battle is on. “I already had an awesome breakfast, but I can always eat again.” You pat her head, hoping the compliment would be enough to throw her off kilter as well as mask your lack of smart comeback.

She looks at you suspiciously. This is going to be a long day.

Soon enough, second breakfast was halfway gone. Dash’s awkward silence and permanent blush had really set the tone for both of you, and you were beginning to feel the tremendous pressure of dining with the parents of the mare you’d just exploded all over. Just now. Like twenty minutes ago.

You sort numbly through a pile of berries on your plate. Dash sat next to you doing a much better job at finishing her food. She used shampoo right?

“So!” Bow lays his silverware down. “Anon, what’s it like to be a space pirate?”

His bubbling enthusiasm had died down but right now you wish it hadn’t. The seriousness of his tone scared you. “I-I’m sorry, what?”

He looks confused for a moment, as if you were the one who was mistaken. “Oh, I suppose that’s not the correct term for it. Uhh, how goes the galactic wealth redistribution business?”

You just stare at him; beside you Dash doesn’t look up from her plate.

“Bow! He doesn’t do that anymore!” Windy whispers not-so-quietly into his ear. The stallion nods in understanding.

“Right, sorry, how’s the research job in Canterlot?”

You look to Dash for help but she avoids eye contact. Maybe he was trying to crack a joke? “It’s...pretty good actually.” You answer hesitantly while keeping an eye out for any sign from Dash, “I got to talk to the unicorn who designed the Wonderbolts flight suit the other day.”

Windy squees like a filly but with enough power to burst eardrums, “I’d love to meet the pony who makes our Dashie look so, oh what’s the word...”

“...dashing?”

“...dashing.” You and Bow both finish at the same time, to which he chuckles and hoof bumps you with an approving nod. Score!

The frazzled ball of fuzz next to you grumbles, “It’s amazing that a mare like her could look just as good with clothes on.”

Dash chokes on a berry. Didn’t think that one through.

Bow’s smile stays plastered to his face, either to hide his sudden regret at that hoof bump or his own lack of understanding.

Windy chimes in after Dash manages to swallow her food. “Oh, speaking of which I think it’s just adorable how you take care of her laundry for her. Dash says you always take care of her stuff so she can relax.”

The pony in question shoots a warning look to her mom, then to you; neither of you pay attention.

How do they know all of this? It’s sure giving you a leg up on the competition, but still. “She makes a mess of the place alright, but that’s fine with me.” You nudge her with an elbow, “Isn’t it, Dash?”

“If I recall you’re the one who stained my uniform, but I’m not keeping track.” The steamy memory she evoked shuts you up, “So what brought you up here, mom? Dad?”

“We just wanted to see how our favorite couple were getting along!”

“Plus this is our first chance to meet Anon!” Bow adds. “It’s not every day you get to meet a real life bounty hunter, marauder...type guy.” He trails off under Windy’s judgmental stare.

“Anon, I apologize. My husband’s a bit—”

“—Please, call me dad.”

“...He’s a bit, well, intrigued by your story and he forgets that those days are behind you now.” She winks at Dash who’s a crimson mess.

“Hahaha...yeah.” They’re not laughing. No one is laughing. “That’s right I’m a changed man, ever since I met your daughter. That’s for sure.” Clearly it wasn’t a joke, and that meant it was much more of a tangled mess than you care to unravel at the moment.

“I know! And it’s just so romantic how she convinced you to stay in Ponyville and be her partner!” She swoons.

“I never really had any intentions of leaving.”

“Not after she put her moves on you that’s for sure.” The burly stallion grins and winks at Dash, “Is it true that she won your heart with a chocolate donut and a kiss on the first date—”

“—Alright! Whaddaya say we give you a tour of this place?” Dash interjects.

“No pony’s going anywhere until we have our breakfast treats.” Windy gets up and shuffles a tray of pastries from the counter. She hoofs one out to everyone including an increasingly antsy Rainbow Dash.

You lean over to smell the warm pastry using the position to mask a reassuring pat to her back. Her nostrils flare as you pass and she remains rigid, fighting her determined wings, “Mmm, you’re getting spoiled; two desserts in one morning.”

“Yeah, lucky me.” She grumbles. She really shouldn’t be this wound up still.

“Almost forgot the topping!” Windy quips and leans in to drizzle out a stream of vanilla icing across the cinnamon crescent.

Your arm wraps around her barrel in a spontaneous hug, conveniently timed to keep her wing boner from flaring. She doesn't dare fight the display, torn between frustration with your antics and dependency on your help.

Her eyes can’t leave the molten icing slowly spreading across her pastry, but your wherewithal helps you notice Windy elbowing Bow, who quietly readies his camera.

The hug looks normal enough despite the fact that your arm was starting to get tired from fighting her wing. “Think you have enough room? Or is it all just too much?”

“It doesn’t even look like!-I mean…*Grrr!...I can handle a lot more than that!” She lifts the pastry to her lips and some icing drips off.

“Careful, you’re gonna get it stuck in your fur.” You catch the drop, then take a bite of your own before leaning back into the hug to watch her.

She takes a fat bite of the pastry and mumbles, “See! Told you!” A quick peck on the cheek and a flash of the camera capture her glowing indignation.

“Do you have to take pictures of every single thing!” She explodes as pastry bits fly from her mouth.

“Oh dear, someday you’ll be glad someone took these pictures for you.”

“Yeah, of my competitions and stuff!”

“Well I’m glad someone’s taking these pictures. They’ll go nicely with my other ones.” You jab.

“What other ones!”

You turn to Bow, “How’d it turn out?”

“Don’t ignore me!” Dash fidgets but doesn’t leave the protective hold of your arm.

“Another keeper!” He shows it to you before tucking it in a pouch. “Oh, Windy, how about we get one of our Rainbow kissing Anon!”

“No!” Dash blurts.

“Aw! We can have matching pastry smooches for our album!”

“You have an album of these!”

You hold a pastry between your teeth and lean in next to her, “I’m rweady.” Your comment proves to be the last straw and the table bursts into spirited disagreement.

Breakfast comes to a rambunctious end as Dash weasels her way out of kissing for the camera, and luckily, that manages to get her mind where it needed to be to deflate her wings. Once she’s safe to release into the wild, you let her go, at which point she focuses her attention on securing the sanctity of your shared bedroom. “Mom, you should check out the awesome room at the far end of that hall. Come on, Anon, let’s help them with their bags. Wait, where are your bags?”

“Whoa hold up sport, we’ve already moved in.” Bow cautions her.

Dash looks visibly relieved, “Do you like it? It’s pretty quiet right? Walls are pretty thick.”

“More or less, it creaks when you close the dresser drawers but other than that—”

“—You moved in next to us?” She’s more flabbergasted than angry.

“Well of course, why would we use our platinum member status to get our reservations, take a four hour train ride, trek all the way up to a snowed in secluded mountain getaway and not live next to our favorite couple!”

It was as if the last bridge of hope had just crashed and the cyan pegasus was left stranded on an island of despair. A cold, chaste island of unquenchable heat. She turns to you, wide-eyed, mouth slightly agape.

So this is why she doesn’t talk much about her parents. As nice as they were, and as nervous as you were, there was still room in your heart to be a little irked at their antics. “I hope we won’t be a bother to you.” That was as close as you dared get to insinuating anything lewd.

“Oh don’t worry about that Windy and I are heavy sleepers!”

Your eyes turn to the despondent mare, “I’m glad.”

Dash huffs angrily and pushes on, “I suppose you want a tour of the place.”

The tour is thorough and you do your best to entertain as much small talk as you can to keep their attention off of their antsy daughter and keep Dash’s attention off of her own thoughts. As much as you wanted to spend time with Rainbow, you couldn’t just shun her parents, nor did you want to. It was utterly fascinating how you could see tidbits of their daughter in them, everything from her eyes and mane to her different personality traits were easy to pick out. Their candid and honest attitudes put you at ease and made you want to like them despite their extravagant efforts to keep your pants on.

Conversation continues long after you run out of rooms to explore and stories to explain, and Dash gives up hope of teasing you or ever having privacy again. Before you know it, a whole day has passed and the moon once again rises over the frozen landscape to cast the whole mountainside in a brilliant white glow.

Dash sits beside you on a couch next to the fireplace in the parlor; the older pegasi sit across from you on a sofa of their own. The conversation drones on about this and that; you’d surprised yourself by how well you’d hit it off. Once you got past their bubbling exteriors they were really insightful, and so far, seemingly supportive of your union.

Your mare’s head bobs against your shoulder for the umpteenth time and she continues to fight the urge to fall asleep against you in front of her folks. Without thinking your hand moves to scratch her ears, an act she chooses not to protest. To you, it was the most natural thing in the world, and you’re not plagued with the slightest bit of anxiety as her parents look on.

“So tell me how you two met.” Bow asks, his foreleg around Windy as she stares off into the fire.

You’d expected a question like that, but actually thinking about it sets you back, “Well let’s see...I met her my second day after being here. I’d was getting interviewed by the Royal Guard and I saw her when the princess took me to get something to eat on my lunch break.” You chuckle a bit and look over at the nearly unconscious pony, “I just remember seeing her friendly grin out of a crowd of shocked faces.” The memory brings with it a rush of emotion; fear, sadness, and loneliness as well as hope, joy, and companionship, “Her hair was a mess and she looked like she’d just ran a marathon—”

“—Cross country flight.”

Everyone smiles except the lethargic pegasus, who turns her head for more neck scratches.

“They all wanted to know what I was, where I came from, what I was wearing...but she was the only one who wanted to know my name.” Your fingers still comb through her mane; her ears flicker when you graze them. You blink back a few tears as she collapses on your shoulder and you lay her head gently in your lap, her breathing grows deeper and her muscles relax once she feels the familiar comfort of your supportive embrace.

“Heheh, she didn’t seem to have much respect for the princess's authority, and she just started talking to me and following me around. I guess she found me interesting, and I, well...I’d never imagined someone as amazing as her could ever really exist until I met her. We became friends, then best friends, and now we’re here. It wasn’t easy to adjust but I wouldn’t trade a single bit of that pain, because she was there with me through it all. Everyday I try to give back a little, but that will never compare to what she’s given to me, and even if it did, it still wouldn’t be enough to show her how much I love her.”

The colors of her mane sort neatly under the caring scrutiny of your combing fingers, a second hand tends to her ear in a well practiced balance of soothing touch. When you look up you’re surprised to see tears streaming down Windy’s face, and a gentle smile curling her lips. She wipes her cheeks and tries to speak, but Bow takes the lead so she doesn’t have to choke.

“I’m sorry, she’s...we’ve both been overprotective at times. Sometimes we’re a bit too involved, but it’s only because we love her and want what’s best for her. From the excited letters and well, her lack of experience in the romantics, we were worried that she’d gotten too carried away. All we hoped was that she’d found someone who loved her as much as we do, and it’s obvious that you do, Anon.”

Windy sniffles and blinks a few times before meeting your eye, “Thank you so much.”

Now it’s your turn to let loose a tear, “Of course.”

Fire crackles in the silence, somewhere, a pocket of sap bursts with a pop—sending a cloud of glowing embers up the chimney. You remain like that for a minute, silently stroking the sleeping pony on your lap, sharing the scenery with those that brought her into this world.

Bow pats Windy’s shoulder, “I think it’s time we get to bed.”

She nods and shuffles to her hooves. She approaches you and reaches out for a hug, careful not to wake Dash. Her grip is tight, as if a lifetime’s worth of worry was expressing itself as thanks and relief. Her muzzle turns to plant a lingering kiss on your head before she breaks and heads off without a word. Bow pats your shoulder and winks, “Goodnight, son.”

The fire flickers for two as the stars twinkle through a parting cloud layer; you watch them through the window, contemplating the events of the day. This morning you were just trying to survive past the awkwardness and embarrassment, but now you’re glad things worked out the way they did. You came here to spend time with your mare, and you were still doing just that; her heat would be more difficult to work with, but you weren’t out of ideas yet.

You sit with your thoughts until the fire dies down to a pile of warm glowing embers. The couch is comfy enough so you snag a blanket and pull a sleeping Dash onto your chest to tuck both of you in. Her breathing remains steady and you come to rest in a very comfy position.

A shooting star catches your eye as you study the frozen landscape and you hold her a bit tighter, “I wish that I can make you the happiest mare in the world.”