Summer touched noses with Winter, the two sharing an intimate little nuzzle, smelling the other's scents before they parted. "You be good now." She was gone through the door, back to work.

He was alone, in the house. What to do...? Ah, clean. He got to work, cleaning what had become mussed up from the day before. The hoard of ponies had thrown some things out of place, and he tidied up dutifully before he arrived at one thing he couldn't really blame on them.

He needed a shower of his own. Winter stepped into the shower and got the water going with his glowing horn. With rushing hot water, he grabbed the soap in his magic and began working it over his fuzzy arms, lathering up with a faint smile. They washed much as he remembered washing to be, though he had to be sure to work the soap in deeper than just the surface. Things got more interesting as he levitated the soap to his back. It wasn't skin, it was scales. Running the soap over it rapidly started to shred up the soap along the edges of the armor plating he had built in.

Winter set the soap aside and spread his magic, splattering the soap chunks around and working them around, soon getting his entire back sudsy as can be before turning and letting the water wash it all away. His dark and plated back gleamed, shining with cleanliness. That was much nicer, he silently decided as he grabbed a bottle of what appeared to be shampoo and squirted it onto his mane, using his forehooves and his magic at once to work it in.

All the filth he had gathered over days of cleaning, cooking, and loving were being washed away. He was becoming a clean kirin once more, so he'd smell nice for Summer, and do naughty things to her.

His thoughts went to her and he imagined her hair gently cascading down the side of her head, so long and soft. Her tail would lift up and out of the way, a coy look on her face...

Winter realized with a tightness that he was reacting to his fantasies and blushed just faintly, realizing he was standing at attention in the spray. Maybe it was a good time to clean that too? Yes. Even that part needed a cleaning. No exceptions. He grabbed the soap and began working it far more gently. Its shredded contour promised no delicateness, so he was as careful as could be until there was some suds to spread further on.

Greasing up his throbbing pole with the stuff, he leaned back, admiring the mighty spear that was his. He was fairly happy with it, its heft, its size, the way it made Summer produce the best of sounds... He ran a hoof slowly along its tense length, his breathing shallow.

A loud squeal brought him suddenly to full awareness, crashing forward onto all fours, he looked towards the suddenly open door to the bathroom where a mare stood, gaping at him. That wasn't Summer. Why was a mare that was not Summer in their house? He forgot his compromised appearance in the confusion, staring at her evenly as if trying to puzzle the pieces together on his own.

Maple took a slow step back. "D-don't you give me the evil eye!" she begged as her legs quivered like jelly. "I didn't mean no harm!" She shook her head. "Wait, what am I sayin'?" She took a step back forward, though her legs still shook. "This is what ah came for! Ya stop bothering Summer right this instant. Release her from your foul mare-dragon spell!"

Winter perked his wet ears forward at her, his magic casually turning the knob to slow the water, the flow fading to a trickle before dying completely.

"The silent treatment, is it? Trying to work your wicked, sinful magic on me?" She glanced left and right, but didn't back away. "I won't let you snatch Summer away. She's a friend, and friends don't... run away."

He responded by shaking, sending water flying in all directions even as he stepped free of the tub. He noticed her eyes were not on his face, but a bit lower. Following them, he saw his pole was still hanging, though not quite as hard in the surprise of the moment. His shaking dry had caused it to wobble quite fiercely.

"W-what kind of mare are you!" she hissed out. "All... pony... and dragon, and mare, and stallion! It's... indecent." Her cheeks were bright red, eyes fixed on the 'repulsive' thing that hung between the legs of the theoretical tormentor of her friend. "Now you let her go right now!"

He stepped up calmly and, to her credit, she stood her ground. He reached up and gently rest a hoof right on her nose.

Maple's eyes went wide, crashing to her haunches. "What're ya doin'? Is... this how you got her? Oh mercy me, ya have some kinda hypnotizing scent or somethin', don't ya? Yer... claimin' me, aren't ya?" Despite her worried words, she still had his hoof on her nose, breathing in his scent. It wasn't magical in the slightest, but she seemed to be working herself into it. "W-well, It won't... work..."

Winter inclined his head one way and the other, considering the mare. His tool was withdrawing slowly. He had no interest in her, not that way. He had Summer, his true and proper mare. Still, scaring this other mare wasn't the goal. He leaned in and gently bumped the tip of his nose to her, drawing his hoof out of the way at just the last instant.

She squeaked with what could have been horror, or just surprise. "Just like that?! N-no... it can't be that simple." She raised a hoof to where their noses had gently colidded. "It can't."

He walked past her slowly and calmly, his tufted, but also wet, tail gently bopped her on the way past, getting another squeal out of her. "Where ya goin'!" She turned with his passage, scrambling to her hooves to follow after him.

Suddenly he felt a nose where it had no business. He looked over his shoulder to see her looking under his tail that she had nosed aside. "Ain't a mare at all," she noted breathlessly as if this were a great discovery. "But yer shaped like one..."

He casually swatted her face with his curled tail, a wet splash of his still dripping tuft right across her snout.

"Yes, yes, maybe that was a little rude..." She glanced away and back at him. "But ah'm yers now, so ah'm curious."

He stopped so suddenly she crashed right into his rump. He turned around to see her rubbing her snout where she had collided.

She peered at his even stare. "What? Yer the one that went an' claimed me. Ah'm bewitched by dragonpony magic." She wriggled her hooves dramatically. "Ah guess it was silly of me thinkin' ah had much chance. Look at that horn..." Her eyes went up, following the curves of Winter's proud kirin horn. "So much bigger an'... odd than a unicorn horn. Ah bet ya could do whatever ya wanted with that. Of course ah was helpless..."

Winter considered Maple with barely any movement, just looking her over and thinking. He didn't want to 'claim' her, or hurt her, or do anything bad to her. How did he tell her to go on about her day? He didn't dislike her, he decided. He didn't know her well enough to decide that really...

"Yer starin' again... Are ya putting another spell on me?" She glanced away and back to his eyes. "Ya... have pretty eyes."

He blinked at that, ornate ears perking up towards her.

"Ya do!" she insisted, blushing softly. "Or is that yer magic workin' on me? Ya do... ah think. They're real deep and ya stare right through a mare..." She put a hoof on her chest. "Makes her tremble. Wicked little dragon pony... What debauchery do ya have 'n mind fer me?"

Winter let out a faint sigh and turned away, resuming his walk towards the kitchen, but Maple was following right behind. She sat down as he approached the stove and began preparing food.

"Ya can cook?" she asked with obvious surprise, watching things float about and begin to be sizzled. "Is there anythin' ya can't do, except talk maybe? Ya haven't said a thin'... Ah saw her, talkin' to you. Do ya only talk to yer favorite?"

He looked over his shoulder at her in a quiet moment.

"Tellin' me ah ain't that?" She shrank, looking disappointed with wilted ears.

He shook his head softly and resumed his focus on the cooking. A quiet few moments passed, with her watching him work, and he not seemingly bothered by the silence that built. He waved a hoof back at her and she opened her mouth to say something when a plate dropped from seemingly nowhere, carrying a load of food for her and settling right before her on the table. "Oh! Um... thanks?"

She nudged at the plate with her hoof. "Ya take care of yer mares? That's right kind of ya... Least ya could do after snatchin' them up, ah suppose..."

Winter approached, another plate floating just over his head. Soon he was seated across from Maple, his plate set before him. He gestured at her plate, then at her, then at his plate, then himself. Apparently satisfied with his communication, he began to eat.

She slipped a hoof into the fork-holder, but spent far more time poking her food than eating it. Her eyes were on him, watching as he ate, as that girly dragon pony with a huge... thing... casually ate in front of her, so confident in her capturing of her newest mare. "Are ya... a she or a he?"

He looked up at her but said nothing.

"Alright, nod if yer a mare," she tried with a rolling of the hoof that had a fork attached.

He shook his head slowly.

"But... ya look like one. Do ya like how ya look?" He nodded and she took a slow breath. "Do... ya... use that thing?" She pointed the fork down angled to point right through the table to between his legs. He nodded calmly. "So ya ain't a pretty boy what likes to be the bottom... yer a girly stallion that..." She paused to swallow heavily. "...collects mares to... do things with."

She looked down at her food. "Like feed lunch to," she practically laughed out. "I have no idea what's goin' on no more... but if this is the worst ya have, ah suppose it ain't all bad..." She finally sank a fork into the rice and veggies, spooning it into her snout and chewing gently. "Mmm... yer pretty good at it."

Things became blissfully quieter as the two enjoyed their light lunch. As soon as she was done, her plate began to glow as he snatched it in his magic and went off to the sink, washing it without a word. Her fork popped free of her hoof, taken away in the same magical glow to be washed. "Yer capturin' mares and yer the one doin' dishes?" She rubbed at her cheek softly, trying to reconcile things.

This was the strangest stallion she ever met. Why was she still so captivated?! It was his magic, it had to be. His big, strange, hideous... compelling horn was rewriting her mind, one thought at a time, until she knew nothing but adoration for him. She let out a little breath, squirming in place. She should have been horrified, and fighting, or running, but there she was, just... letting it happen. "Promise me you'll be nice to me."

He looked over his shoulder at her, one ear lifted. That seemed like a harmless enough request. He softly nodded and put a hoof to his chest, then pointed to her. Of course he'd be nice. He was a good kirin.

Author's Note

Maple is weaving quite the narrative in her mind. What will Summer think when she gets home?

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