“How…how come you never told me you could sing like that?” asked Chrome.

After their “date” at the supper club, the two had chosen to walk back to campus. However, it was plain to see that they had had a little too much champagne given their walking styles. A breeze was whipping around them as well, and Sweetie Belle found herself trying to keep her wrap from flying off of her shoulders.

“You never asked me if I could sing,” she smirked.

“Fine,” he smiled. “Sweetie Belle, can you sing?”

This was met by a playful punch to his arm.

“Maybe I should have spent the rest of the evening with Biggie. He really seemed to know how to charm a pony.”

“And Sugar wasn’t too bad either,” said Chrome.

“If you’re trying to make me jealous, it’s not working. She and Biggie seemed to have ‘a thing’ going on. Couldn’t you tell?”

“Well, at least I knew you could dance. Was kinda hoping you would have wanted to dance to those faster jazz pieces.”

“Do you realize the kind of damage I could do if I moved around with these?” She asked, pointing at her chest. “Last thing I need before finals are lawsuits from wealthy stallions because I whacked them off the dance floor.”

“Maybe a few would welcome it, given the way their significant others were sneering at you.”

“Oh they were just jealous, is all.”

“Well at least we got to end the evening by leaving together,” said Chrome, taking her hand.

“Yeah, we sure did,” she said, giving it a squeeze.

As they heard the campanile clock sound off, Sweetie listened to the chimes of the hour.

“It’s not that late,” said Chrome. “Want to come back to my place?”

“…are you sure you weren’t in on this?” she asked.

“Swear on Princess Celestia’s life,” he said. “Besides, there’s something I think you should see.”

“Can’t a filly just…dream? Must you stallions be so eager to whip it out?”

“I wasn’t…quite going there.”

“Then where were you, ‘quite’ go-AH!”

A sudden gust of wind had sent Sweetie’s wrap flying off her shoulders and into the air! She began to chase after it when suddenly, a golden aura engulfed it, and it disappeared. A moment later, it materialized back on her shoulders.

“Any chance to show off?” she smiled, adjusting it.

“Hey, now that took skill,” said Chrome. “I had to focus on it as it was moving through the air, and concentrate on where it would go. If that was one of Twilight’s lessons, she would have been impressed. Anyways, I got a package this morning that had your name on it.”

“And what was in it?”

“I have no clue. It said not to open it until this evening.”

“And why didn’t you open it?”

“Because I was going out with my friends. Figured maybe I’d open it after I got back. But since that didn’t pan out, want to see what’s inside?”

As Chrome turned on the lights to his apartment, Sweetie once again squeezed through the doorframe.

She watched as he picked up a package on the counter, and handed it to her.

“See?” he said. “It’s got your name, but my address.”

“And it says, ‘do not open until this evening’ just like you said,” replied Sweetie examining the package, before shaking the box, and hearing only a faint hint of movement. “The handwriting doesn’t look like Applebloom’s or Scootaloo’s. Think I should open it?”

“Let’s do it over on the counter.”

A few minutes later, the two had the package placed in the center of the counter, as Chrome and Sweetie used their magic to open it.

Slowly, the brown paper was removed, and then the inner flaps were opened.

“Are we just overreacting?” she asked aloud.

“Only one way to find out,” he said, and peered into the box. “Okay, we’re safe for another evening.”

“What’s in it?” she asked.

Chrome passed the box to Sweetie, who began to pull out clothing.

“This is my top,” she said, pulling out a striped pink-and-white item. “Panties, shorts. There’s even a bag in here with…makeup!?”

As she turned the bag upside-down, the contents clattered onto the table, along with an envelope…colored the same as the one she had opened at the supper club.

Chrome made to pick it up, but Sweetie Belle was faster, and soon was reading the note inside.

Once again, she found herself rolling her eyes at the unsigned message: Have a fun evening, you two! We’ll see you in the morning, Sweetie Pie!

“So? What’s it say?” he asked.

“Give me a moment,” she replied.

And with that, she went to the bathroom and shut the door. Chrome heard some faint sounds, and then the flush of his toilet. Moments later, she opened the door.

“Oops, I accidentally dropped it down the toilet,” she said. “Guess you’ll never know what it says now.”

“So, what are you gonna do with all this?” he asked, gesturing to the toiletries on the counter.

“I, guess it means I’m staying here tonight.”

“Do you want to stay the night?”

“Well that’s an odd question.”

“How is it odd?”

“You have me here in your apartment, and you’re giving me a choice of staying or leaving.”

“Yeah. You’re not a prisoner or anything. I just figured I’d show you the box, and see what happens.”

“Yeah,” she said. “Let’s see what happens.”

And with that, she began to pull down her shoulder straps. A moment later, her horn glowed green, and Chrome heard the click of his doors locks. He was leaning with his back against the counter, and Sweetie could see his “bulge” swelling slowly.

“Can you give me a hand?” she asked.

Moments later, Chrome was helping her wriggle out of her dress, and she soon stood before him in just her bra and panties. As her horn glowed green and its aura hung her dress on a coat hanger by the door, she turned to him.

“Okay,” she smiled. “Stand up straight, and just focus on me.”

Chrome wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but he did as she asked.

Moments later, her horn glowed, and the stallion felt and watched as his suit was slowly taken off. First the jacket, then his belt was undone, and then his pants were undone and lowered.

Each item was properly taken off with his cooperation, and soon hanging in the air, multiple auras on them.

Moments later, his closet door glowed green, and a hanger was plucked out of it. It sailed across the room, and the dress-suit “flowed” onto the hanger, before the ensemble floated across the room and back into the closet, where the door shut, leaving the stallion standing before his date, in a severely taxed pair of underwear.

“Looks like somepony enjoyed that,” she smiled.

“I won’t lie,” he chuckled. “I found that pretty hot.”

She smiled, and backed up onto his bed, sitting on it with a playful flounce causing her overflowing bra to smack against her thighs. A few moments later, she gestured for him to come closer.

Chrome took 3 large steps and found himself pushing against the outside of her cups.

“Guess that’s as far as I’m going,” he shrugged.

Sweetie smiled at him, and her horn glowed green. Moments later, her bra glowed and disappeared. It then reappeared, neatly folded on the counter.

“Closer,” she cooed, gesturing again.

Chrome couldn’t help but smile as his thighs waded into her tit-flesh.

Sweetie kept gesturing until soon, his sizable bulge was just a few inches away from her face. It was then that she flexed her fingers, and then began to rub her hands on the bulge.

“How does that feel?” she asked.

“Good?” he said, breathing heavier.

“You know, sometimes I wondered what was in here,” she said patting ‘it.’ “Can I-“

“Yeah,” he said, nodding fast.

She licked her lips, and her hands began to fondle the waist of his briefs. She then began to pull, but stopped.

“Maybe I shouldn’t,” she said.

“W-what!?” he asked. “Go ahead, you have my permission.”

“But that’s just it. If I do this…could this all be a big mistake? What if I see…it, and can’t control myself? What if I get pregnant? What if my parents find out and disown me? What if Rarity thinks I’m a slut, or…cheap?”

Suddenly, Chrome put his hands on her shoulders. Sweetie almost tried to shrug them off, but there was something about his hands. They weren’t strongly gripping her shoulders. His palms felt like they were trying to keep her from losing her grip.

“Calm down,” he said. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. I won’t lie, I’ve wondered what would happen if this ever happened, but…I’m not going to make you do something that is going to make you feel guilty. If you’re not enjoying yourself, then I’m not enjoying myself. I don’t want…a moment like this to feel, ‘off.’”

It was then that he waded out of her chest (her hands plapping on top of her chest), and sat down on the bed next to her. He reached over and took her hand.

“My Mom raised me good,” he said. “And, if you don’t feel up for this, then don’t push yourself.”

Sweetie Belle averted her eyes a bit, before they looked over Chrome’s body, and into his eyes.

“I don’t think I’m ready to do…you-know-what,” she said. “But I am, curious. I mean, you’re not like the stallions in that film we saw in school.”

“What film?”

“The film every little filly watches, while the little colts watch a different one?”

“Oh yeah, those films,” he chuckled.

“I…I can’t believe I’m having this conversation. I must be overthinking this-“

“It’s fine,” said Chrome.

A moment later, his horn glowed gold, and Sweetie Belle’s bra floated over to them.

“Want some help putting it back on?” he asked.

She shook her head, and her green aura soon engulfed the bra, and tossed it aside.

“I’m, still trying to sort out my feelings for you, Chrome Shield. After I took Rarity’s pills, I didn’t know what was gonna happen. And the crazy thing is, you really have been an unexpected element in my life this year.”

“The element of horny?” he joked.

“I can’t begin to imagine what that elemental symbol would look like,” she chuckled, before continuing on. “You’ve just been so nice, and helpful…though I still think you should maybe have thought twice about signing up for Twilight’s course but…I do feel comfortable enough that you won’t take advantage of my kindness.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that.”

“So, I was thinking, let’s keep these on for now.”

As she said this, she reached over and patted his bulge.

“I promise I’ll make him behave,” said Chrome.

“Does he have a name?” she asked.

“No, I was just trying to be funny.”

“Okay. Glad to know you’re not that crazy. Anyways, I guess what I’m saying is, I’m willing to just…cuddle.”

“Cuddle?”

“Yes, but…can you promise me that you’re not going to have problems keeping your underwear in one piece?”

“I’m…fairly sure.”

“How sure?” asked Sweetie.

“About…90% sure?”

“I’ll take it,” she said, and suddenly leaned in and kissed him.

The sudden movement caused Chrome to pitch back and almost fall off his bed! Fortunately, he activated his aura, and stopped halfway over the side, with Sweetie Belle smooshed against his chest.

“Nice catch,” she said.

Moments later, she felt herself engulfed in his aura, and maneuvered around so his head lay on his pillow.

“Now, where were we?” asked Chrome.

“Right about here,” she replied, kissing him on the lips, before working her way down his neck, and to his chest.

Chrome soon got a mass of cotton-candy-like hair in his mouth as he felt her rub and nuzzle her face against his chest, while down near his crotch, he could feel himself getting thicker.

It was then that Sweetie moved down a bit, and her breasts were soon right against his waist.

She then began to moan, as she rolled her back, and her chest rolled against Chrome’s waist, as if she was kneading dough.

“Can you…resist…this?” she moaned.

“Depends,” he said, gulping. “What if I do?”

“I’ll…give you…a prize.”

“What…is it?”

“You won’t know…unless…nghn…you can…control yourself.”

Chrome took a big gulp, before reaching down, and rubbing Sweetie’s shoulders, as she continued to tit-fuck his encased (and engorged!) hard-on.

“Almost done in there?” asked Chrome from the kitchen.

“Just about,” said Sweetie from behind the bathroom door. “This hair isn’t gonna floof itself, you know.”

Chrome finished filling up a glass, as Sweetie opened the door, and saw his handiwork on display.

“You didn’t need to do all this,” she said, walking out in the packaged outfit (and makeup!) and seeing the breakfast he had made while she was cleaning up.

“But I wanted to,” he smiled. “It made me feel so good knowing you trusted me to behave myself last night. Now you start on your food, while I use the bathroom.”

“How romantic,” she smiled, taking a forkful of egg, and licking at it playfully.

Chrome smiled as he closed the bathroom door behind him. As he looked at the toilet, he found a pair of panties sitting atop it.

After finishing his business and washing his hands, he came out holding them.

“You left your extra pair in here,” he said.

“Oh, you mean these?” she said, pulling a pair out of her back pocket, and taking a bite of toast.

“Oh,” he gulped before handing the pair in his hand over.

“Hey, it’s rude to hand a girl a pair of used panties while she’s eating breakfast!”

“U-used!?”

“And besides, they’re yours now.”

“M…mmmm…mine!?”

“You kept from messing up your undies, so that’s your prize, Mister Big…unless you want me to take them back-“

“No, I’ll keep them. Thanks!”

“I’m not sure if they’ll fit though,” she said, finishing her juice. “My advice? Don’t try them on.”

“S-sure,” he smiled. “So you’re not gonna wear-“

“Nope. And you should eat your breakfast before it gets cold. Oh, and wash your hands again.”

It wasn’t long before a key turned in a familiar door, and Sweetie Belle found herself once again looking into her friends’ faces.

“You crazy, lying so-and-sos,” she said, slamming the door and magically locking it. “Setting me up with Chrome like that? The poor stallion was terrified at what you all did to him.”

“Riiigghhhttt,” smirked Scootaloo.

“That smile on yer face looks a little satisfied, if ya ask me,” said Applebloom. “Ah take it things went well?”

There was a moment where Sweetie Belle magicked her dress into the closet. Then, an aura engulfed her shorts, and she pulled them down.

Needless to say, what was revealed underneath them made her friends gasp, before all three burst into laughter!

Author's Note

This chapter was another one that was surprising regarding how fast it was finished. I keep underestimating the power of talking scenes.

It was nice having the word limit, as I could have even gone on for another 500 words. I even considered revising the ending after a thought a few days ago, but decided to leave it as-is.

Plus, we now have finals for Sweetie Belle’s sophomore year coming up. What can possibly happen next?