Healing Two Sprains

Warmth.

Wonderful warmth, with a feeling of security and the wonderful scent of a stallion to complement it all. This is a feeling she occasionally finds herself fantasizing over. Not as a sexual fantasy or anything of the like, no, but a desire that just sounds plain and simply enjoyable. She’s had her share of bedroom romps, but never one that ended up with her being gently held in place by a stallion that she’d… coupled with, at least temporarily.

As she slowly comes to, she realizes that those three factors weren’t a part of her dreams, or even part of a nightly swing, no—she’s lying comfortably with the massive stallion she’d met barely two days ago, Chestnut. She carefully looks upward, though she can’t really get a view of his face from here. Judging by the long, slow movements of his chest against hers, she’s almost certain he’s still sleeping. She almost wonders how she got here, however that wonder quickly fades as she remembers last night.

The storm, which had driven her to come up here in the first place. Yeah… she’s not fond of thunder at all. That thunder is nowhere to be heard now, so she questions whether or not she should be in bed with this guy. They didn’t do anything to each other, no—she’d probably be sore as hell if they did—so at least she feels like resting with him is a rather innocent practice for now.

And if she sees it as an innocent practice, she’s gonna enjoy it. So with a happy little wiggle against him, she presses her nose into his fur and simply indulges in Chestnut’s warmth, cuddling and scent. It’s undeniable that his body size makes for an excellent source of comfort! She even starts kneading her good paw gently against his chest, and she’s purring somewhat loudly.

“Mnnh, g’mornin’.”

She’d just started closing her eyes, but they shoot right back open. His voice sounds a little raspy, but still as nice as it usually does otherwise. His chest rumbles when he speaks, emphasizing what she’s experiencing.

“Heh, hey. You want me to get out of your hair?” Cloud asks, stopping her kneading. She can’t really help the purring right away, and she’s comfortable for the moment, so…

“Mmmhh..” he… grumbles? She can’t really tell.

She finds herself being gently squeezed by his forelegs, keeping her close. She can’t lie, she was hoping he’d do something like this. It’s nice…

“Cats purr when they’re cozy n’ happy, right?” he asks tiredly. Cloudjumper frowns slightly at the question, being it’s a little bit of a curveball.

“Yeah, that’s usually the case,” Cloud responds. One of his hooves move upward to the back of her neck, rubbing gently and slowly.

“So… I’m cozy n’ happy. Yer purrin’, which means you are too,” Chestnut says, rubbing his chin between her ears.

“I ain’t fixin’ to roll outta bed just yet.”

Cloudjumper, happy to hear the news from her current source of comfort, smiles into the fluff that is the fur of his neck. Chestnut continues his neck and head rubs, a soft smile on his face as he starts to wake up and pet the cat snuggled against him.

The two enjoy each other’s physical company, the only noise coming from either of them being soft breathing and purring. It’s still dark outside, so it’s either late at night or very early in the morning. They stay in their respective spots for an additional hour just enjoying the warmth and closeness of each other. She’d say it’s strangely intimate, but it really doesn’t feel that way. More like two friends just doin’ a cuddle.

“Alright, can’t be in bed all day,” Chestnut announces, releasing his grip from around the sphinx. He backs away a little bit, leaving the cat to feel slightly chilly after growing so used to the warmth he was giving off. While the loss of that warmth is unfortunate, she discovers she gets to watch him stretch at least.

And when he does, she’s once again catching herself shamelessly ogling his underside. His barreled chest, soft-looking tummy right down to the bits that she tries not to spend too much time looking at up until he’s done. She’d heard a few pops somewhere during that stretch, so he’s likely feeling a little relieved. Chestnut rolls out of the bed, walking around it, which leads to Cloudjumper getting the urge to do some stretching, too.

Chestnut pauses, turning to watch the cat as her back faces him and she begins stretching the same way he had, except she rolls onto her stomach. Her ears fold back, her midsection arching to the bed as she manages to plant her hind paws on the sheets, bringing her lower half to a sudden stand as she changes the stretch into something more cat-like. With her chest still planted to the bed and her rump contrasting that by being perked up as much as she can get it to be, that… leaves Chestnut’s eyes wandering toward her tail, which is also high up in the air. His eyes travel southward, and stops as his eyes meet with her, ah, feminine parts.

He can’t say he’s never taken the time to wonder what a mare’s parts look like, and he’s seen them before, yeah, but… something strikes him a little differently as he examines the cat that’s stretching on his bed. He’s half sure he’s starting to become attracted to her physically, and with the sight of that mound between those soft-looking rear cheeks, well.. he’s not one to leave himself in denial. His sheath even twitches a couple of times, a tingling sensation starting to build in his loins, his cheeks reddening slightly.

He likes what he sees, though before he gives himself the chance to stare any longer and risk being caught, he turns and heads out of the room.

Unbeknownst to him, her eyes had been on him the moment she’d gotten to her stomach. He was totally just ogling her, seemingly without any shame or a care in the world.

And just maybe she enjoyed the attention of the stallion's wandering eyes. There's something satisfying about the thought of Chestnut just… looking down at her while ignoring what's respectable. It gives her the shivers, in a good way.

She rolls off of the bed too, though she's careful on her landing. The bandage he'd applied the night before is still looking mint, so changing it can wait a while longer. She makes her way down the stairs, finding Chestnut in the kitchen eating breakfast.

She walks up next to him, Chestnut stopping his chewing as he looks over at the cat now beside him. He's expecting her to get some food to eat and sit at the table with him, but what he gets instead is… well, unexpected.

Cloudjumper plants a little kiss on his cheek, Chestnut's mouth hanging open slightly in surprise.

"Thank you for last night. It was sweet of you,” she says, revealing what she’d thought of the occurrence. He just continues staring at her with his mouth slightly agape, blinking a few times before closing his mouth and swallowing his food.

She can’t help but let a teasing thought cross her mind. He’s acting like it’s his first kiss from a girl or something, heh.

What she doesn’t know is that it is his first kiss from someone that isn’t family.

“I… uhm. Just uh… d-did what I felt was right,” he stammers, his face going red. His ears are half-folded back, and his brain feels a little rattled. She could’ve just thanked him. Why the kiss? Is she going to do it again? Should he give her one back?

The questions pile on, though he doesn’t get to act on any of them as she just shakes her head with a giggle, shambling out of the room.

The twenty year old stallion is blushing fiercely from a kiss on the cheek.

Luna help him, he really needs to get away from this farm more often.

Chestnut finishes up his meal, delivering the dish he’d used to the sink after before deciding to go out and do some work. He’d heard the front door open and close earlier, indicating Cloudjumper venturing outside. The early-morning sun has already risen, a dense fog covering the majority of the surrounding area as far as he can see. It’s a little spooky-looking, but also really pretty. The air seems to ‘sparkle’ slightly as the sun’s rays bounce off of the evaporating mist.

Chestnut makes his way out to the apple trees, looking closely to find Cloudjumper picking apples where she’d left off yesterday. She’s doing it the same way; standing on her hinds, using the semi-dextrous grip of her paws to gently pluck apples away from the trees.

Ah, right. It’d probably be wise to announce his arrival this time around.

“Hey-howdy,” Chestnut chants, making himself known. CJ’s tail flicks as she successfully pulls another apple, carefully setting it in the basket to her right.

“You pickin’ apples with me?” Cloudjumper asks, turning to look at him. He’s already standing upright, carefully pulling an apple from the tree between his teeth. Seems that question was answered before she even started.

“Mhm,” he responds, setting his apple in his own basket.

“Kills time, an’ we can talk while we work,” the stallion states as he starts standing on his hinds again. He has pretty good balance for an earth pony on their hindlegs. Most are clumsy—it shows that he’s done this his fair share of times.

“Anything specific you’d like to chat about?” Cloud asks. Chestnut hums a noise to answer her with an ‘mhm’ right before he collects another apple.

“I wanna know more about ya. Can’t blame me for bein’ curious, you stayin’ here ‘til yer paw’s all dandy,” he starts.

“Mmh. Well, fire when ready!”

Chestnut smiles. He doesn’t really know how many questions he has for this cat, but he’s sure more will pour in as he goes on.

“Firstly, how old are ya? Can’t be any older than maybe twenty,” he asks, starting.

“Twenty-two.”

“Huh. Any kids?”

Cloudjumper turns her head to look at him, cocking an eyebrow.

“Well that escalated quickly, geez—no, definitely not,” she playfully rebukes with a shake of her head and a giggle.

“You live around here?” Chestnut continues.

“I… don’t really live anywhere specifically. I just venture around, all free-spirit like.”

Chestnut pauses his questions, thinking over that for a moment. She doesn’t have a place to call an official home? A bit unusual, though he presumes she’s the hunter-gatherer type. There’s probably lots of those types around Equiis that travel because they enjoy it.

“You... just find work while ya travel?”

“Mhm! Pest control can get me some good coin pretty quickly,” Cloudjumper proudly states. She's quite prideful of her hunting prowess, well, when she's not on the losing end of things.

A good example is her left paw right now… though in fairness, a boar is quite hard to take down.

Curiosity getting the better of him, he decides to dig a little deeper.

“How ‘bout relationships?” he asks, not thinking much of it. Cloudjumper has several questions after that gets sent her way, though she’ll wait her turn.

“Mmh, mostly the occasional one-nighter,” she admits, though she can’t really say she’s ashamed. Girls have needs too, and scratching that itch is good relief.

“‘One-nighter?’” he presses.

“Yeah, y’know. A one night romp,” she continues. She puts another apple in her basket, watching him momentarily as he comes down to put one in his basket too.

“...Ya lost me,” Chestnut utters, delayed.

“You don’t know what a one night stand is?” Cloudjumper pursues, her curiosity growing even more.

“Nup.”

“You’re joking.”

“Erhm, really. I dunno,” he insists, turning to look at her. His face shows no sign of lying. She even waits an extra moment, almost expecting him to start cracking up and claim that he ‘got her good’ or something. That doesn’t come.

“Is it a dance or somethin’?”

By the gods, he’s so innocent… and clueless.

“It’s sex, Chestnut. Get together with someone for a night, get your rocks off and part ways.”

Chestnut blinks. Oh. So… oh, wait a minute. He’s heard something similar to that before from an old highschool friend!

“Shoot ‘n’ scoot!” he exclaims.

Cloudjumper just lowers her head toward the ground, before starting to giggle like crazy. Goddesses, that was silly and oddly cute of him. Once her giggling comes to a stop, she sits upright and uses her good paw to wipe a tear from her eye.

“Yes, Chestnut, ‘shoot ‘n’ scoot’,” she says with a few final giggles. Chestnut is glad that he’d caught on despite it being after her explanation. He doesn’t think anything negatively of her regarding her shooting and scooting activities. It’s none of his business, and he’s not one to judge.

He’s never even had sex. He can't fully grasp the emotional context of it if he's never experienced it.

"And what about you?" Cloudjumper asks, using this opportunity to switch who's asking questions.

"What about me?" he parrots.

"Yeah! Y'know, how old are you, hobbies, relationships?"

"Oh, uh… I'm twenty. I'll be twenty-one in a couple weeks. I s'pose my hobby is workin' since I enjoy doin' it. Been runnin' this here solo since I was sixteen," he says, gesturing a hoof toward the expanse of plantations. Cloudjumper seems impressed by this new information, most notably him doing this all by himself. She doesn't know much about farming stuff, but it looks like a lot of hard work.

"Relationships? Well, can't deny I've had a couple opportunities, but I turned 'em down. Never had a marefriend before."

Cloudjumper tilts her head, confused as to why a young guy would push away the chance at having a partner. She can’t judge, never having been in a real relationship also, but still. Almost every guy she’s ever heard of has at least taken a gander at pursuing a saucy night with someone they find appealing.

“Seriously?” she asks, incredulous.

“Eeyup.”

Huh. Well, that’s that she supposes. It sounds like he should try to get out more and enjoy himself. Judging by what she’s been told, he’s just been working the past four years and nothing else.

From a realistic standpoint he’s not at all bad looking, and he’s a big dude to boot, which she knows for a fact some girls would love to have. Such a kind and gentle giant, working endlessly at home rather than having an actual life outside of busting his ass day-in day-out? It's kinda sad, though she keeps that to herself.

“I’ll take a shot in the dark and assume you’ve been in a relationship before?” he asks suddenly.

“Nothing serious, no. I travel a lot, and I’m not ready just yet to start settling down,” she responds.

“Mmh. Topic change,” he suggests, to which she nods.

“You mentioned pest control earlier. Hunting, right?”

“Yeah, like property destroyers. Moles, groundhogs, mice, rats... all that fun stuff,” Cloudjumper explains. Chestnut doesn’t ask if she eats those pests, though it does remind him that she hadn’t bothered to eat breakfast.

“I’m guessin’ some folk would prefer a hunter doin’ the work instead of puttin’ poison around their property?”

“The large majority, yeah. Some of ‘em had young kids, so poison was out of the question,” Cloudjumper confirms. She plucks another apple.

“Mhm. Hey, you can eat a few apples if you wanna. Ya didn’t eat breakfast,” Chestnut says. Cloudjumper shares an appreciative smile with him, before taking a bite out of the apple she’d just plucked. It’s sweet and juicy, with a mild tart to it. Crisp, too!

Chestnut takes a bite out of an apple as well, or rather, a good half of an apple.

While snacking, they both take notice that the fog is starting to lift. The sun is about to be blocked off by some clouds, so at least they’ll continue to have some mild weather.

Starting to talk again while continuing, the two take the next few hours to strip a couple more rows of trees free of their fruits. They also get a bit more acclimated to each other’s company, their conversation flowing even better as they continue getting to know each other.

Cloudjumper’s becoming a bit more fond of the stallion as he shares more about himself, and Chestnut could say the same about Cloudjumper.

Over the next several days, that fondness for each other would, of course, grow. Working together through the heat and making the time pass quicker with each others’ company makes it a lot more enjoyable.

Being there is a nice pit-stop. Flying is fine and all, but she’d rather not risk messing up her paw more just for some adventuring. Actually, it’s starting to feel pretty okay! Though not quite ready for travel. She’d tried taking a few steps this morning, and while it’s a bit sore, walking wasn’t hard to do at all. Just a bit awkward, since it still stung a tad and she hasn’t walked on four paws in over a week. She’d thought about making her exit rather soon to get out of this family’s hair—she’d met his grandparents! They’re really sweet—but she’d discovered that, well…

She’s really enjoying her stay here. Her paw isn’t fully healed just yet, and while Chestnut had been watching her walk around on it this morning, her limp was still a little visible. She’d asked to stay a little while longer, and he’d seemed happy to let her do so. Judging by his tone, he’s enjoying her stay here too!

There’s just one little additional thing that has her pondering, maybe even second-guessing herself.

She’s growing increasingly fond of Chestnut. Each day spent with him feels like a gift, one that she can unwrap each morning she wakes up to reveal the present that is the kind stallion she’s helping out, and vice versa. His traits are attractive; hard-working, sweet, handsome and, judging by his efforts in seeing she’s comfortable, very considerate. He’s put just as much work going into town for her benefit, making sure she gets a part of her diet that he doesn’t even eat, fish.

He’s not judgmental, usually giving the benefit of the doubt. He always cleans up after himself and practices good manners. He’s always looking out for her too, keeping a close eye on her when they’re working, but giving her space as well. Given he’d been wearing a shirt, there’s no doubt she could see him taking it off of his back to help her stay warm, in a metaphorical sense. Probably in a literal sense, too.

He’d be a good role model for some more unruly stallions out there. His parents raised him right, and his own ethics merely improved that. This kind of guy is a hard one to find.

And after thinking about all of that, well… she’s kinda hooked. She’s found guys physically attractive quite a few times before, but mentally? This is new to her, but not unwelcome.

She looks over at Chestnut as he picks some plums—they’d finished up the apple trees almost a week ago!—smiling widely at the stallion that she’s grown so attracted to.

Chestnut’s thoughts are in a similar place, but for different reasons. This is the first girl he's met outside of family that isn't bothered by getting her hooves—paws—a little dirty. She'd accidentally fallen into the muddy field the other day and just laughed over it, saying it would wash off. She's physically active, and doesn't go out of her way to pretty herself up with makeup and clothes, confident in her own looks.

He'd asked her about that, actually. She'd just stricken a silly pose, flicked her tail and shuffled her wings…

"If a guy doesn't like me the way I look now, then it sucks to be him."

It was a little cocky, but he likes that about her. She doesn't act fake. She's herself, and she's proud to be that way.

Siding that, well, she's pretty. She respects him, and the conversation he'd picked up on while she was talking to his grandparents went smoothly. She's helpful, clever and enjoyable to work with to boot.

That smile, too. Goddesses he was a little scared at first, but it's grown on him quickly. She's adorable when she smiles.

…He'd never really 'checked someone out' prior to meeting her, if he's not counting accidental glances. Her build makes his mouth water, something he can't explain nor is he used to, but he loves it. Slim, but she has meat on her bones. He'd compare her to an athlete, firm in the right places but soft where she should be.

He would know. The same night she'd fallen into the field another storm had come along, and she'd wound up inside with him for comfort again. She must've wriggled her way upward in her sleep, because he'd woken up with her chest in his face and his hooves around her butt instead of her back.

It's a nice butt, if he says so himself. Of course he'd quickly retreated his hooves to her back, but he'd accidentally 'copped a feel' in the process.

He snaps out of his thoughts when he hears the familiar pattering of rain against leaves above them. There was a call for showers today, though they were expected to come a little later. The sound of rain starts to quickly escalate, going from a sprinkle to a shower in just a few minutes.

They put their plums near the bases of the tree trunks, already knowing what to do in case of rain.

"Head for the barn!" he hollers as the shower starts turning into a downpour. This is far more than what was expected. He starts off into a gallop, surprised to see CJ flying past him, taking the lead by default.

It doesn't take him too long to catch up. He's just not as speedy as someone who's clearly better built for running, let alone flying. Apparently Cloudjumper thinks it's hilarious to see him run so quickly, she's laughing her head off as she watches him get soaked in the rain. His hair is over his eyes at this point from the absurd amount of rain.

Of course, he'd started laughing too. She'd also gotten soaked in the time it took to get to the barn, so he's not the only one looking goofy.

They swing open the barn door together, rushing in as their coats drip rainwater and their fur sticks out oddly from under them. Sharing their giggles, they find a spot in the barn to take a seat: the cozy pile of straw that'd been made up for Cloudjumper.

After wiping her hair out of her face, CJ looks at Chestnut with a lingering grin.

"Can you see through those bangs, rockstar?" she jokes. He tries blowing the hair out of his eyes, but it doesn't work.

With a 'snrk', she reaches up for him and moves aside his soaked hair, revealing those pretty, icy blue eyes. His tail flicks behind him, some water flinging off of it.

“Now I can,” he responds, scrunching his muzzle at her. She scrunches hers back, which looks far more threatening coupled with her top canines poking out from under her upper lip. As if trying to compete, he bares his teeth in a manner to mock her canines. In fairness, he has canines too, but they’re a lot smaller.

He doesn’t look menacing at all since it looks like a kooky smile. She shakes her head, perking her eyebrows. Deciding to play along, she actually snarls, looking genuinely frightening to anyone that hasn’t seen this sort of sight before. Ponies seem to have an innate fear of anyone with carnivorous traits around the mouth or face in general.

He’s been around her almost constantly for the past week and a half, though. Eating, talking, nipping her fur while grooming? Chestnut’s kinda used to it at this point since he’s seen the majority of it.

He still shivers a little, however.

He can’t place why, but… her teeth get him excited. So dangerous and capable of harm, yet he doubts she’d bite him with malicious intent.

“Like I can compete with that,” Chestnut says, admitting defeat. Cloudjumper just wiggles a little in her spot, sporting her winning smile. They listen to the rain pound against the barn roof for a moment.

"Whelp. Chores are a hair limited," Chestnut says, shaking his head.

"We could work in the rain. It's not cold out," Cloudjumper points out, but Chestnut shakes his head to deny that possibility.

"Wait it out, then?" she suggests.

"Dunno how long it'll last," he admits, frowning. The sound of water hitting the roof continues, the audible onslaught punctuating its existence.

Chestnut tries to think of something to do. They're ahead on chores, so it's not completely necessary for them to be on the ball. Still, sitting here doing nothing makes him a little anxious, if not restless. Cloudjumper merely watches his expression, an idea slowly presenting itself.

She scoots a little closer, mentally preparing herself. Staying here had resulted in an opportunity to make a friend, and for the past few days she's really been thinking on that. While not typically being the type to seek a romantic relationship, she can't deny that she's been playing with the idea in her head when it comes to applying Chestnut to it. As she continues looking up at him, her wings ruffling as she examines the workhorse in thought, she can't help but silently encourage herself to make the push. She really likes Chestnut, and the idea of actually being an item with him isn't one she'd scoff at.

"I've got nothin'," he finalizes, his hoof tampering with some straw. He looks up at her, cocking his head slightly.

"Any ideas?" the stallion quizzically asks the cat in front of him.

He's presented an opening without even knowing it. Steeling her resolve the sphinx inches closer, the gap between closing. She sits up, staring into those light blue irises. Her heart is pounding away relentlessly in her chest, her pupils dilating due to her being nervous.

She doesn't lurch, leaning up and forward at a reasonable pace until their lips meet. Fearing disdain from the stallion, she squeezes her eyes shut and holds herself still while her ears fold against her head. Her tail starts to lash around behind her; there's no denying it, she's definitely lip-to-lip with the gargantuan male in front of her.

On Chestnut's end, a lot more is going on than meets the eye. One moment he's thinking of something to do, the next he's getting kissed. Questions start surging from all fields while his eyes widen at Cloudjumper, at first stunned by her action.

Did she plan this? Is this her idea of 'something to do'? Is she aware that he's interested? Is she interested back, or is she just being a special kind of friendly?

Distracted with his thoughts, he's a little startled when she pulls away. Mouth agape, he tries reading her expression. She looks worried and embarrassed, turning her head to the side with a frown on her face.

He'd liked that kiss, and he'd liked it a lot! His wordlessness coupled with the look on his face might be telling her otherwise, however.

"Uhm, ahem. Sorry. That was uncalled for," she mutters. She's still not looking at him, her eyes locked on the barn floor. She's avoiding eye contact.

Chestnut is speechless. That was his first actual kiss. Can't she give a guy a moment to process that? Though… he is awkwardly staring at her, which isn't helping.

Her attitude shifts, and she looks at him with a frown. Now her face appears annoyed.

"Alright, I get it, stop staring at me like that," she huffs, only continuing to grow more annoyed. That snaps him out of his daze, a head shake and a series of blinks following. Now she's rolling her eyes—dammit Chestnut, do something!

"I'm uh—"

"Yeah, I know, not interested," she finishes for him, her bullheadedness stepping in.

"Wh—no, that's not—"

"I said I know, dammit," she curses at him, to which Chestnut becomes frustrated. Gritting his teeth, his ears folded against his head, he tries to think of something, anything to save the situation before it gets worse.

"You've turned girls down before, why stop at me?"

He bites his tongue. He's losing it, his patience that is.

"This is why I've never pursued a real relationship."

Ah. The straw that broke the camel's back has finally arrived.

He moves forward swiftly, both of his hooves pressing against her cheeks, turning her head to face him. She looks bewildered, and for a split second he hesitates due to that expression—but that hesitation is cast aside when he re-engages the kiss. A moment later he realizes her paws are against his chest, claws extended, threatening to dig into his skin—but he holds, his persistence unbreaking. When he feels her claws retract and feels her start to relax, he presses on.

His hooves move from her cheeks, slowly finding their way to her midsection. His forelegs wrap around her, gripping her lithe body while he carefully turns the both of them to lay in the straw bed together.

It's Cloudjumper's turn to be baffled as Chestnut rolls her onto her back, his massive form positioned over her before he starts to rest himself atop her. If that weren't enough, she's even more dumbfounded when her mouth is pried open by the big lug's tongue, a moan escaping her. He even tilts his head, making it more comfortable. She feels his tongue wandering against hers, and that's when she brings her forelegs around to his back, her hindlegs up around his waist while she kneads her paws between his shoulder blades. She's purring louder than ever…

Chestnut does his best, trying to go by something he's never personally experienced and only seen a few times before. Given her reaction, the way she's purring and that little noise she made, he must be doing something right. He continues eagerly wrestling her tongue with his own, gasping when his aim is off and he pokes against one of her canines. Better yet, pokes against any of her teeth. All the ones he's able to reach feel sharp, but to his surprising discovery he finds it exhilarating! Her tongue is a little rougher than his too, but that's not something he's bothered by at all.

The two continue kissing for what feels like seconds, minutes, maybe even hours. The closeness, the warmth of their wet bodies pressed together, the intimacy of their newfound relationship… it's romantic, really. Slow, not too sensual, and they're both loving it!

Though after some untracked amount of time, Chestnut breaks it up. Now gently panting with his face flushed, he looks down into the sphinx's golden eyes, which seem to be a little more watery than eyes usually are.

"Sorry for freezin' up earlier. It stunned me," Chestnut explains, shooting her a smile to show he's happy. She squeezes his back with her hocks, returning the smile.

"It's okay. Sorry for freaking out," she apologizes in return, lifting her head to nuzzle his cheek.

"I forgive ya. Figured kissin' you would do somethin'."

Cloudjumper rolls her eyes, refraining from giggling. It definitely did something alright! Judging by the additional appearance of something else, she’s not the only one that’s aroused. She can feel her nethers twitching, giving the occasional wink from the slow tongue action they’d just been giving each other.

And that something else feels pretty damn heavy for what it is.

Chestnut coming unsheathed isn’t something he’s really concerned about. He’s aroused now, so it was bound to happen, right? Nothing to be too flustered over, unless he were being asked to use it.

‘It’ gives a subtle throb when Cloudjumper seems to acknowledge it, looking down as her curiosity gets the better of her.

With him laying on her, it’s in plain sight. Laying on her stomach, heavy and thick, long and ‘looking’ right up at her. He notices her peeking, clearing his throat to snag her attention.

“Oh! Sorry,” Cloudjumper says, feeling herself wink again. He’d been leaking precum like crazy onto her stomach. Everything about his ‘attachment’ was nice to look at.

“I wasn’t pesterin’ ya. Just wanna ask a question,” Chestnut states as he rolls off of her, laying on his side with his underside facing her.

Well that’s definitely not distracting at all. Now she can see all the goodies. Definitely not stealing a peek at everything, she looks up at him.

“Sure, fire away.”

Chestnut nods.

“I take it we’re a couple?” Chestnut asks.

Cloudjumper just looks at him as if to say, ‘Seriously? After that, you’re not sure?’.

“Yes, Chestnut,” she says, shaking her head. She can’t help but smile after a couple of seconds. She’s his first marefriend, and he’s the first stallion she’s actively pursued for a serious relationship.

“Was just makin’ sure. I’m new to all this stuff,” he says, before stretching on the hay beside her. She knows he’s not meaning to do it, but with him on display like this in all of his glory, it’s hard not to be aroused right now.

She kinda wonders if he's just blissfully unaware. Maybe he's stupendously oblivious? She's never heard of a stallion so willingly let themselves be seen in such a manner without them being, well, a sleep around.

Deciding to use stereotypical country lingo to seem less prying, she decides to question the nearby stiffy.

"You gonna holster that cannon or fire a few rounds?" she asks with a smirk, nodding toward his lower half. He looks down at it, before shrugging.

"Hooves are clumsy," he openly admits, even poking his length with the side of his hoof.

"Uh-huh. So… you're just gonna let it be?" she asks, her face warming considerably.

"Well, it's rainin'. I can't go into town."

Go into town? Now she's confused.

"Whattya mean?" she asks. Her ears perk to listen, wondering what could be involved with him getting off and being in the nearest town.

"The clinic. I go there a couple times a week, they pay for sperm donations."

Cloudjumper blinks. Well, that makes sense. He frequents the walk there commonly.

"But… wouldn't you still be using your hooves anyway?" she asks, prying.

"Nope. They have mounts there, they do the job nicely. Get paid, too."

Cloudjumper feels herself wink, hard. There's something satisfying about the thought of Chestnut rearing up on his hindlegs and just… doing as he pleases.

"I accidentally broke one the first time I went," he claims nonchalantly, resting his head on the straw with a soft smile.

What?

"How?" she asks, eyes widened in disbelief. Chestnut's eyes open and he smiles a little wider.

"Snapped the frame. Got too eager, I s'pose."

"Aren't those made of metal?"

"I reckon, yup."

…

That's… hot.

"Shit, sounds like easy money. Guess it pays to have a penis," Cloudjumper giggles.

"You could say that, yeah. Surrogate mothers can rake in way more, though."

"I don't think it's fair to compare a ten month pregnancy to something that can take as little as a few minutes," Cloudjumper counters. Chestnut silently agrees with a nod.

"...So. I have another question."

"I have another answer."

"I thought you'd never kissed before. I expected far worse than what I got—not that I'm complaining," she says.

"Oh. Saw a few different movies in my free time, took some notes. Just copied what I saw," Chestnut explains. That opens a door for another series of relatable questions, but she decides to keep it shut for now. If those movies were 'X-Rated' or even 'R-Rated', he might be able to pull off something she doesn't expect again. Sex is a different ballpark versus kissing, but… she can dream!

"Clever."

"Thankya kindly."

"...It's still raining," she notes. As if the pouring rain outside weren't obvious enough.

"That it is," he says, looking up at the ceiling. He's not quite catching her subtle hint.

"What could we possibly do together being stuck in a barn?" she decides to ask him. He looks over at her, his smile widening again. He got the hint that time. He pats his chest with a hoof, inviting her over for round two.

"C'mere."

With a shiver and a flutter of her wings, the winged feline crawls to him. Wasting no time, she climbs atop the massive stallion's torso, her purr returning as he wraps his forelegs securely around her back. She's mindful enough to avoid his erection, letting it hang innocently enough over her hock.

She starts off with a smooch to his lips, a giddy grin plastered over her features. Pressing her nose to his, she tilts her head, engaging in the kiss again. This time, she's the one prying his mouth open. Their tongues greet, welcoming each other back for a second visit.

She hopes this rain lasts until sunrise. She's gonna enjoy every damn moment of it.