Dawn had already worked out a simple routine for his days. He'd start every single day the exact same way--because it would just be so satisfying:

"Mr. Pennychaser?" he'd say, and his boss would turn around and scowl.

"You're five minutes late, Breeze!" Breeze already knew that, of course. It was intentional, as was the next line:

"I quit!"

Unfortunately, Dawn still hadn't gotten it to the point where it'd really be perfect. Somehow, Mr. Pennychaser always had somepony lined up to replace him. It was somewhat infuriating, but he was sure he'd figure out a way to make that old bastard beg him to stay. Somepony had to wash the dishes at Chaser's Diner, after all. Pennychaser would regret treating the only buspony so badly.

Now, however, he had shopping to do.

"...and then the colt bit the apple and it sent him to another world--oh hey, we're here!"

Rushie trots into the store--it's one of Canterlot's upper-end mare's clothes places, mostly dresses and skirts--it has kind of a "hipster punk rocker" vibe to it, though, so some of it is in denim and some of it is in neon colors. Already, Rush has a couple of shockingly small skirts picked out.

"Hey, Dawny, look!"

"No. That thing's gonna show off everything. It's basically a stripper costume."

"But Daaawwwn." She pouted at me, waggling the skirt. "You promised. Any skirt I pick!"

"...Fine. But pick out something longer, too. Something you can wear in public."

"H-how do I look?"

"Hmmmm. I dunno..."

"w-well? Come on, don't just leave it at that!"

"I think...you need to hike your tail a bit," Rushie said, grinning like a madmare. "You wanna pull off a miniskirt, you gotta strut!"

Dawn went red-faced, crossing his forelegs. "B-but--"

"No buts! The only butt I wanna hear is that booty poppin'!" With a giggle, Rushie flicked her tail at Dawn's ass--not hard enough to sting, but hard enough to make him squeak--and to make his tail stand on end, giving the miniskirt the support it needs. "See? Look at that! Check you out!"

Dawn turned to the mirror. As much as he hated to admit it--and as hard as it was to admit, even to his sister--he did like what he saw. Between the diminutive skirt and the studded pleather jacket, he--she--looked like she didn't give a fuck.

"You like the booty, huh?" Dawn smirks, shaking his--er, her ass. She considers using a different name, but that can come later.

"Yeah." Rushie steps up to the mirror, and throws a forelimb around her sister. "You look good, girl. If you weren't my sister..."

Dawn blushes--and then, she shrugs. "Who cares if we're sisters?" she says, turning to kiss Rushie's neck. Who cares? Dawn cares--Dawn's so busy worrying, freaking out, too obsessed with everyone else's business. But when Dawn wears a skirt, she cuts loose. Lets her mane down, so to speak. Her heart flutters in her chest, but she powers through: "If you wanna fuck, just say so."

Rushie gasps softly. "Oh wow. Oh, I like this." Rush starts trotting toward her bedroom--and stops in the doorway, gazing longingly at Dawn, flicking her tail aside. "How 'bout you show me your..." Her eyes drift toward Dawn's hindquarters. "Confidence~?"

Dawn practically gallops in, catching Rushie as they tumble toward the bed. Within moments, their lips are locked together--they're grunting and moaning and panting, wings fluttering and legs locked around each other. The skirt doesn't even get in the way.

"Haah~!" Dawn breaks off the kiss, burying his face in her mane--it smells faintly of cherries, mixed with a hint of sweat from today's flight. "Mmnf. I want you, sis."

Rushie laughs--her voice bubbling over as she arches her back. "I know the feeling. I want you."

Dawn's eyes drift down along Rushie's chest, to her belly, her hips...and his cock, throbbing and ready. It's not much more than an annoyance, which is what's so disconcerting about it. It's not that he's upset, or even that confused--he's just kind of disappointed. It breaks his momentum. He doesn't want to have a dick right now. It'll get in the way.

Rushie gently puts a hoof to his chin, and lifts--until he's locked eyes with her.

"I want you," she whispers, "no matter what body you have."

Dawn nods slowly--and then Rushie presses into another kiss, and she's lost in the sensations again; it's like the momentum was simply waiting for its cue. Their bodies seem to melt together, coiling and clinging and rubbing--and then Rushie lifts her hips and slides onto Dawn's shaft. Dawn cries out, her voice cracking--she starts bucking into Rushie, and Rushie responds by riding her wild. For a blessed, too-short time, all Dawn can focus on is Rushie.

She arches her back as she cums--both of them do. White-hot love shoots into Rushie, and she pants softly as she rubs her belly--mumbling nonsense and humming aimless tunes as she flops forward onto Dawn. Dawn, for her part, is simply bucking her hips rhythmically--it's all she can focus on as she unloads.

They settle into the mattress.

"i love you," Dawn mumbles.

"hmmloveyoutoo~" Rushie purrs, as she drifts off to sleep.

"So," Starlight Glimmer said, steepling her hooves. "You finally got with her, huh?"

"W-well it just kind of--"

"Happened? Dawn, she's been dreaming about you for over a year. At least."

"But--"

"Sssh. Sh sh sh shh. Enjoy yourself, Dawn. You should take advantage of this time while you have it."

Author's Note

The first bonus chapter! Bonus chapters don't count toward the 120-day limit.