Healing Two Sprains

Cloudjumper starts to awaken, eyes sluggishly opening as she drifts from the dreamworld and back into reality. Recalling her dream immediately after waking, she’d been flying over what seemed to be a never-ending meadow. She can easily recall what she’d identified as a serene landscape, the sun warm on her wings as she traveled the endless expanse of goldenrod and aster forbs. The daisies and susans, the pleasant smell of the earth in the late summer as the sunset shone directly ahead, her directive forward and nowhere else. The mild scent of purpletop grass tickled her nose as she went lower, mere feet from the ground as her wings allowed her to soar seemingly forever.

It was a refreshing dream. Though she’s still certainly young, she finds herself forgetting her dreams a little more often as she gets older. To remember one so vividly, to not have it ruined by becoming startled while sleeping in the outdoors, to get a comfortable good night’s rest without interruption is always something nice to experience.

Though no matter how nice that dream was, the stallion she’s laying on top of feels warmer than the sun that was shining on her in that dream. His scent is more welcoming than any meadow grass she’s sniffed before. While those pretty flowers were easy on the eyes, she finds it far more exciting and interesting to experience this farmhand’s eyes on hers. Blue is a common eye color in this world, but the contrast of his icelike eye color versus his earth-themed fur, hooves and hair is something undeniably pleasing to look at.

Plus, she gets to experience all of this while she’s awake. The dream was just an appetizer; he’s the meal. It’s a shame he’s still asleep, those light beige lids hiding away the source of his soft expression, his gentle gaze accomplished with those soothing eyes.

Those thoughts of him bounce around in her head like an echo. Despite being in an actual relationship with him now for the past four days, she can’t deny that she’s feeling resolute about that. Chestnut’s doing a fantastic job at keeping her interested, and that fact solidifies more with each day that passes. At first she’d worried that he was just sucking up, possibly wanting something in return, but as she continued getting to know him she discovered he was genuine in his efforts.

So far, he’s treated her like gold. She wishes he’d treat himself the same way and give himself a bit of a break since he’s always busting his butt, but his desire to work hard seems like something she’ll have to teach him to work on. That’ll take a significant amount of weaning, she’s sure.

Her paws are on his shoulders, habitually ‘making biscuits’ into the large stallion’s musculature as a form of outwardly announcing her delight. She’s to the point now that she can walk on her left paw, since it’s healed almost completely. She’s mildly reluctant to break into a sprint since there’s still a hair of perturbing pressure in her wrist, but in a couple more days? She’ll be golden to move freely, she’s certain of it. She can’t wait to feel the freedom of being back in tip-top shape!

Although…

As fun as adventuring sounds, she’s second guessing herself. Even on the day of agreeing with Chestnut that they were in a relationship, she’d been mentally set on resuming her adventures and returning periodically to give him the time he deserves, to pursue their relationship actively while wanting to give him his space for work. He’s lived a seemingly solitary work life, being here with his family. She’s the polar opposite of that, traveling and finding work where she can, not having seen any part of her family since she’d run off from home.

And she’d be damned to admit it so soon, but...

For once, she wants to remain solitary, like him. She wants to be by Chestnut’s side. Life’s thrown her a huge opportunity to be with a guy that likes her for her, not for her exotic features or for what’s between her hindlegs, not because she’s dirty-minded or because she’s attractive.

She didn’t ever think she’d come to this one day. Wanting to pursue a real relationship instead of an adventure? Granted, she’ll be wanting to communicate; she’s a chatty kitty and needs interaction with more than just one other being. Some form of travel even if it’s small will be necessary, but still.

Her friends would think she’d rolled around in a laced field of catnip.

She doesn’t want to leave, not so soon. She’s enjoying this too much; taking it easy and getting to know a guy for who he is. The only thing she’s known about guys before is a tidbit of their personality at face value and how decent they were or weren’t in bed. Thinking over that now, she’s… still not ashamed, but she does feel like she could’ve made a better decision.

At this point her thoughts have gone so far that her kneading has come to a halt, the cat’s focus elsewhere for the moment. This brings Chestnut to open his eyes, his massage being on pause while Cloudjumper zones out. Those irises she’d wanted to see are fully on display, and he smiles up at her as she seems to stare at the wall behind the bed.

“Mnh, I was enjoyin’ that,” Chestnut mock-complains, watching the cat’s face light up.

Her pupils dilate when she looks down at him, a smile overcoming her momentarily distant expression. As soon as she fully registers that her stallion is awake she starts kneading again, her wings fluttering as his eyes peer into hers. She rests her chin on his chest.

“Sorry!” CJ chirps, though in an excited tone. He’s awake! The cordial look on his face speaks volumes, revealing how he feels about seeing her right back.

“You better be,” he jokes, chuckling. He looks at the clock on the wall; eight-thirty. He usually gets up at five thirty. The reason for getting up so late has a good excuse behind it, he swears!

They were up late talking, which evolved into kissing, which further evolved into another hour-long session of swapping saliva and a battle of skill via tongue wrestling. He won strength, she won dexterity, and they both won with that as a compromise. Though… she’d won a little more, considering one more thing.

Still has the blue balls from last night, he can’t lie, but… he can wait it out. He’s not aware of the fact that mares can get something similar—which is something she’s experiencing also. That makes them at a stalemate.

“Lemme make it up to you,” she says, giving him a little peck on the lips.

“Better?” she continues. Her tail whips gently behind her and her wings twitch again.

His smile broadens, his forelegs squeezing her. He sits up, bringing the sphinx along with him until they're both upright, Cloudjumper's forelegs wrapping around his shoulders to make sure she's supported while her haunches rest on his lap. She's… pretty much straddling him.

She's not complaining! Nor is she protesting when he cocks his head to the side and kisses her. It seems he's eager this morning, pressing into the kiss and leaning forward, his tongue brushing against hers. The cat squirms excitedly, her hips rolling just slightly as air gets stolen from her lungs, leaving her to gasp for breath as soon as she gets the chance.

He's getting good at this, and the better it gets the more susceptible she finds herself to becoming aroused. Being a horndog doesn't help.

He pulls away after a few minutes, a trail of saliva breaking from their tongues as the kiss comes to a close. She can feel his heart hammering against her chest, not to mention the turgid length that'd slipped its way upward and between them during their 'action'.

She looks down at it, examining the fat, bulbous head of his endowment. Deciding to be a little sly, she sits fully upright and presses her stomach against it, sliding upward purposefully as she comes to a stand and looks down at him. His face had contorted, eyes widening with a mix of pleasure and tension. He'd liked it, but he certainly hadn't expected it.

"What're you—" he starts, but is cut off with a paw pressing against his mouth. She'd never put her paw there before. It's… soft, kinda squishy? It has some give to it. His eyes cross, looking at it.

"When's the last time you went into the clinic?" she asks, his eyes uncrossing to look up at her. She removes her paw.

"Uhm… a little over a week ago, I think. Why?" Chestnut returns. He's considerably confused when her grin reappears. What's she thinking?

Cloudjumper gathers an idea. She isn't hesitant to really ask if he's down to enjoy his first time experiencing some actual pleasure via another's touch, but…

She's kinda scared he'll turn it down. Whenever she's offered help, although outside of sexual context, he's always insistent on taking care of it himself. It wouldn’t be unfair to think that he might do exactly that. Maybe if she approaches the topic the right way…

“Well, I’ve been wanting to treat you to something nice. You’re always doing nice things for me, and I wanna do something nice for you…” she says, before… feeling like that may’ve been the wrong way of approaching what she’d like to do.

He tilts his head, frowning.

“Whatcha got in mind, pretty kitty?” Chestnut curiously questions.

Huh, pretty kitty? That’s… nice. Cute. She likes it! Now with her face warmed up too, she presses onward.

“Well…” she starts, slowly coming to a sit once again, her paws pressing into his chest. She kneads briefly, giving him a gentle push just after.

He seems to get the message, laying on his back, forelegs tucked to his chest. His fur is even throughout his body, though it's a little thinner at his belly and around his 'boys' and his clearly erect pride.

Fitting that thing in her will, admittedly, be a little difficult. Not impossible, but adjusting will be a must. That scenario is for a later date, however.

She backs herself up to get better access, Cloudjumper's chest between his hindlegs with her paws at either side of his gently pulsating member. Naturally curious, Chestnut's eyes follow while the cat gets comfortable in a place she's never been with him before. Oblivious as ever, he smiles down at her—he’s not nervous, he’s not squirming, he’s not even in thought to question why she’s there of all places. CJ could lean forward and touch his dick with her nose, but he doesn’t seem to think of it.

Still, he’s clearly aroused. She’s glad he doesn’t seem to mind being on display, honestly! His confidence is pretty sharp!

“I was thinking…” she says, her paws once again starting to knead, though this time on his belly.

“You could let me be the clinic for you this time around,” she says, cleverly involving his usual place of relief with herself, or so she thinks.

“You… want to be my mount?” Chestnut’s eyes widen, incredulous.

Whoa! She backpedals fairly hard, waving a paw and shaking her head. Not what she meant! She’s trying to take this relationship at least a little slow, geez!

...Although that thought is incontestably hot. Chestnut, mounting her? She can’t deny, she’s already fantasized about that!

“Nonono!” she attempts to amend, before deciding to be more direct with her approach. Those paws at either side of his length instead move to be directly on it, though she’s not putting any pressure on it just yet.

“This is what I meant,” she says, watching as his form goes taut. It’s the first time he’s been touched there by another pony, or in her case, sphinx; she’d expected that.

He’s reluctant and embarrassed now that her intentions are clear. A nearly inaudible huff can be heard from the stallion as he examines her paws resting on his, er, tool. Deciding to ask a question before he accepts or denies her treatment, he eases up.

“Yer uh… yer claws won’t cut me, I hope?”

“Nope! I know what I’m doing. You’ll like it, I promise.”

A few brief moments of thought passes as the stallion ponders over it. He doesn’t know why he’s not giving a straight answer right off the bat. It’s not like he hasn’t thought about being touched, or having sex, or any of that stuff ever. He’s a guy. Of course he has. He’s not as completely innocent as he lets off, he’s just never taken as much interest as most guys have.

Maybe he feels like she might consider it a chore? She’d probably be offended if he admitted it...

But now there’s an eminent reason to be interested. Cloudjumper’s his partner, very possibly his partner romantically. Chestnut takes a deep breath in, lets it all out and gives her a simple nod.

“Good boy,” she whispers, Chestnut’s ears perking at those two words. His face feels like it’s on fire after, the unexpected praise being unusually welcome for the stallion.

What comes next startles him more, however. One of her paws, once stationary and passive, starts its journey upward toward his tip while the other heads in the opposite direction, pressing against the base of his shaft. He feels and sees her press the ‘dewclaw’ of her paw just under his crown, practicing circular rubs in the surprisingly sensitive spot. He doesn’t know what to do other than make a quiet moan, one of the first that Cloudjumper has heard come from him.

She grips the underside half of his tip with her paw, gently squeezing and pressing against the pliable width of flesh to get him more worked up. If she wants this to be truly enjoyable for him (and frankly herself as well) she’ll need to build up some pre-cum. She can feel herself starting to salivate as her other paw cups his balls. They’re heavy, as if their large size didn’t tell enough already.

CJ presses her center paw pad against the top of his tip, using her surrounding digits to grasp the wide thing to the best of her ability and give it a fuller squeeze, crimping his tip while it’s flaring mildly. At the same time, her other paw comes up to press against the base of his length, just under his medial ring.

The result is a spectacular one as Chestnut gets the instinct to thrust, inarguably taking delight in her choice of actions as his cockhead spits a healthy dose of pre right into the center of her paw. Perfect.

She rubs the slick and translucent fluid against his tip, watching with eager eyes as she massages this massive stallion’s hefty meat, making sure to catch any pre-cum she can to apply it to her ministrations.

“H-hoh, fuck,” Chestnut mutters—Cloudjumper’s ears caught that. She’s never heard him curse before. Something about this typically virtuous and decent-mannered stallion cursing strikes a nice chord with her, as if literally stroking him off weren’t enough.

Well, the stroking off hasn’t quite begun, but it will momentarily.

Already coated in a generous amount of pre, the cat’s semi-dexterous digits start rubbing up and down his length to coat him sufficiently. Since this stuff doesn't dry nearly as fast as water, she'll have plenty of time to get him properly 'lubed up' before the more exciting part begins. He's moving his hips, trying to fuck his way into this new feeling with eagerness and it's turning her on like crazy. Feline paws work enthusiastically to make sure this stallion's first time experiencing an orgasm with another is one he'll never forget.

It hardly takes an additional two minutes before she can hardly take her paws off of his enormous member without that see-through liquid sticking to her pads and fur in trails—Chestnut is supplying copiously! She's never seen so much at once, though given his good health and diet, well, even then it's surprising.

"M-more," he suddenly begs with a needy nicker.

She obeys, finally making an actual grip around his girthy cock, both of her paws secured around his shaft as she starts properly stroking him. She pulls upward, twisting in opposing directions while she squeezes, similarly to wringing out a towel. Her eyes flick up to see him wrenching his eyes shut, scrunching his muzzle as he lets loose a moan again, though this time it's louder and shakier.

"Feel good?" she asks, receiving a vigorous nod almost immediately after.

Her squeezing gets a little tighter, though she can't reach her digits around his length, not even if she squeezed as hard as she could. He's too thick! At least she gets the best view she can from here, being within nudging distance of this stallion’s virility.

"Way better than hooves," he mutters in delayed fashion, looking down once again while Cloudjumper works to please him. He’s half sure he’s starting to get close already, and judging by how well she’s going about this, he has half a mind to believe she knows as much as he does.

Deciding to carry his usual courteous attitude, he decides to put a warning in place.

"Gettin' close," he huffs, not worried about the fact that, well, he's not lasting very long. Factors like attraction, both mental and physical toward Cloudjumper are likely shortening the amount of time it takes to cum considerably. Plus, it's just downright arousing to watch her!

"That's alright," she purrs, adding some sweetness in her tone. Her eyes are glued to the dick that's practically soaking her paws. Her loins feel incredibly warm, and she can feel herself winking as her stallion's tip starts to flare.

She increases her efforts, focusing more on the fat head of his enormous spire. Her paws work to apply pressure, compressing his flare between her paws. She's squishing his tip between her slickened paw-pads and it's clearly working wonderfully.

Her jaw goes slack, eyes widening when his tip expands to its fullest, the stallion below her sucking in air through clenched teeth, gasping as he hits his peak. Cloudjumper's paws were nearly touching a moment ago! Now they're separated by the mass of swollen flesh at the top of his shaft, but she keeps up her kneading regardless.

"F-fuck—ngh!"

Cloudjumper's rhythm is broken when Chestnut's hips suddenly rock upward, the work horse's resolve snapping upon achieving orgasm. He's clearly trying to fuck whatever had caused the blissful feeling coursing through his system, her paws being the suspect in this case—she loosens her grip to allow him to do so, watching his fat cock slide 'into and out of' the makeshift 'tunnel' she's formed with her two beaned grabbers.

As if she weren't impressed enough with the ridiculous size of his swelling cap, the first shot of pearly-white nut flying from said source is coming in volumes that merely proves his earlier statement—not getting off in over a week.

His mass throbs wildly as it sends volleys of sticky liquid across his chest, stomach and neck. She crimps the head of his cock gently, applying gentle squeezes to hopefully add onto his high while he makes a mess of his own torso. She's keen on watching his expression while he bites his lip, his brow furrowed, his eyes screwed shut, his grunts and pants of pleasure… she's sure he'll remember this for a long time, and she's undeniably going to as well. She's seen and caused faces of pleasure before, but this one is special!

He shudders a final time, his body starting to relax while his prick continues leaking little spurts on his stomach with each throb. He's panting now, but without the restraint of holding his breath during climax. She's just now realizing she's purring, still gently putting pressure on his flare which is returning to its normal size.

"Wow," she whispers. Chestnut opens his eyes, looking down at the stuff he's managed to decorate most of his torso with. It's certainly more than usual, as even he's surprised with his, ah, output.

Chestnut looks up at CJ with a sheepish smile, still panting quietly. Hopefully she's not like, disgusted or anything.

"Sorry," he chuckles nervously, bringing one of his hooves up to rub at the back of his head.

"Sorry? For what?"

Chestnut blinks before gesturing at his torso.

"The mess.."

Cloudjumper rolls her eyes. No way is he insecure about the result of an expected bodily function, nor will she let him be. She brings a paw up to swipe some of the stuff up, watching with a smile as the creamy stuff hangs and slowly drops from her digits.

"Doesn't bother me at all, I think it's hot. You pack a big load," she counters, though in a polite and complimenting tone. He seems to ease up as a result, his smile less sheepish and more genuine. He still seems a little apprehensive, however.

"Do you want proof that I like it?" she asks while moving off of the bed, grabbing a used towel from his hamper to clean off her hooves. She bounds back onto the bed with the towel, getting the majority of it off of his chest as she awaits an answer.

"Uh… sure? Ain't gettin' what you mean."

Cloudjumper feels the corners of her mouth tug upward. Since he's stared at her ass more than a few times, he'll like what she has in mind, she's certain.

"Well…" she starts, feeling her heart start to thud heavily in her chest again. With a turn of her lithe form she plops herself down beside him, though she's at a bit of an angle for him to get a good view. She swings her tail out of the way, bringing a paw back to spread one of her cheeks.

Chestnut's eyes aren't fooling him. Her rump is completely on display right beside him, and she's proving her point brazenly. While her paw lifts one of her supple buttocks, she's also gently spreading her sex—not only revealing her soft pink tunnel, but the fact that she's soaked too. He was wondering what that scent was, and now it's all too close. Her inner thighs are lightly coated in moisture, lips winking periodically while she gives him a show.

His eyes are locked on that ass.

"It's wet," he dumbly notes aloud. All too soon, Cloudjumper is on the move again, bringing herself to lie beside him properly after another quick turn around. He was really enjoying that view!

"Mmh, very wet. If you don't mind, I'm gonna deal with that," she says, wiggling her eyebrows at him while a paw makes its way between her hindlegs. She looks up at him as she starts to rub at her engorged little button, sighing in relief as she touches herself in front of him.

The work horse's attention is focused between her hindlegs, the stallion realizing he's salivating after she'd basically stuck her butt in his face and given him a closer experience of that wonderful scent—his ears perk attentively at the sound of her moaning. It's soft, and her tone is pleasing to his ears. He's always liked her voice…

...Should he be doing something, or should he just stare like he's lost? She helped him feel nice, shouldn't he be doing the same?

That's what they've been doing for nearly two weeks. It's just that this is in a severely different context. He mentally grumbles at himself for being so hesitant, wanting to give Cloudjumper a good time on top of wanting to learn something new. He shrugs away that reluctance, putting an improvised plan into action.

He reaches over Cloudjumper and pulls at her side, rolling her to face him while he rolls himself to be on his side as well.

"What're you—hey!" CJ complains, grumbling. She doesn't mind being face-to-face with him, but it's easier on her back! She's about to bicker at him again, until she finds herself being kissed, effectively stopping any further complaints from the feline as she feels his hoof sliding down her tummy. Feeling a little more energized from his kiss she starts rubbing faster. She’s caught off guard when she feels his hoof move hers out of the way, not that she minds. Her main concern is the fact that he probably doesn’t know what he’s doing.

She decides to let him try anyway, grabbing his hoof with the paw she was rubbing with. She doesn’t let him hesitate, directing him between her thighs, graduating him into a careful circular motion with his hoof. Her paws would undeniably do better than any hoof could, but the fact that it's him doing it to her makes up for that.

His hoof is a lot bigger and far less flexible than her usual go-to for relief, but with a squeeze of her thighs and an improvised roll of her hips against the front of that big hoof of his? It's quite sturdy, his fur softening the feeling and making it a lot more comfortable than him just rubbing with the bottom of his hoof. Handily catching onto what she's doing, Chestnut goes 'against the grain' of her movement; she rolls toward him, he rubs toward her, and vice versa.

The payout is rewarding, her tongue getting greedy against his while her thighs squeeze tighter, silently begging him to continue. With both of her forelegs free she wraps them around Chestnut, both of them clutching to him between his shoulders.

"Did you learn this from a movie too?" she asks with a breathy giggle, moaning after as she winks, her clit stroking against his soft fur.

"Nope," the stallion quietly responds, though he considers her words. Does she want something he's learned from a movie, or maybe a book? Her question implies she's interested in what else he may have up his sleeve. It may come as a surprise to her that there's still a thing or two he could try that she might like. There was an especially memorable moment in that same movie he'd kinda learned to kiss from…

Cloudjumper rolls her hips again as Chestnut puts a little more pressure against her excited sex, increasing the friction. She's glad that, considering his status as very inexperienced, he gets the gist of how things work at least a hair. For the moment she's pretty damn happy he's making a move, and that happiness grows when she feels his free hoof wriggle its way under her neck. She's guessing he's going to push her toward the kiss, hungry as he's always been for getting intimate with their tongues.

She feels his hoof playing with her hair at the base of her skull, expecting something, but… he's just playing with her hair? It's like he's trying to twirl it around his hoof. She keeps up her grinding while they kiss, though she feels him start to pull away as his hoof behind her head stars to tense up, and—

He pulls her hair, hard enough to send a jolt of tingling down her spine as well as turn her head upright.

Oh.

Chestnut brings his head enough up to look down at the cat still clinging to him, still rocking her hips against his hoof as he pulls her head back by her hair. Despite the sudden action, she doesn't seem to be at all offended by it. She might even be rolling her hips a little harder…

Her throat is wide open for play, just as he'd intended. He comes back down, lapping his tongue across her neck, the sphinx gasping as she learns his intentions. The action alone sends more tingles through her spine, her tail flicking excitedly while he licks a trail up to her jaw. He kisses there, nibbling gently with his teeth, applying what little knowledge he does know to his benefit.

“F-full of surprises, aren’t you?” CJ mumbles, biting her lip as his teeth dig a bit deeper, yanking her hair a little harder in response. Yep! Full of surprises is accurate, and Cloudjumper isn’t complaining. Squeezing another time with her loins as she’s subjected to his gentle barrage of kisses, licks and bites, she subconsciously starts to let her claws reappear. They’re poking against Chestnut’s back a little, but he doesn’t pay it much mind. His focus is elsewhere.

“You love it,” Chestnut responds, albeit late. Hearing no protest to that, he untangles his hoof from her hair, slinking it down her back between her wings. Pegasi’s wings are erogenous zones, right? Maybe it applies to her?

He doesn’t know what areas are the best, but he’d be dumb to not try finding them. Right now’s a great time to learn while he has her grinding against his hoof.

He gives a testing knead between the bases of her wings.

Cloudjumper arches her back promptly, moaning considerably louder than before at the sudden touch. Her available wing gives a lame flap, beating against the air as Chestnut continues kneading, sticking to a circular motion like he would a massage.

At this rate, she might cum just as fast as he did. He's pressing buttons that stallions before never bothered trying, always wanting to get their relief and be on their way, same as her. Chestnut is clearly interested in what makes her tick, not letting his inexperience deter him from learning about her.

She adores that about him. From the day she met him, he's been all about his best effort.

"More," she whimpers, her claws gently digging into his pelt. His hoof between her wings presses more firmly, the hoof against her soaked cunny moving faster along with her quickened grinding. His nibbles turn to bites and his actions grow more confident with each passing moment. He's a little alerted regarding those sharp claws digging into his back, but he's not stopping.

Her whimpers grow, turning into shallow breaths while her haunches continue to tighten around his hoof. The sphinx's claws come out more, starting to slide down the earth pony's back as she's hurtled toward her awaiting finish—unaware that she's cutting into her partner's withers and back. Chestnut bites harder, enduring for the moment to let her enjoy what's coming.

Chestnut is riveted to the spot he lies in as Cloudjumper cries out in ecstacy, her tunnel attempting to clench around something non-existent as her senses are bombarded. Her body gently shakes, and although Chestnut is baring his teeth silently as those claws of hers drag lower, he continues stimulating CJ for the sake of making her finish last as long as he can. She trembles in his grasp, panting with her mouth open, humping against his hoof.

Chestnut starts experiencing something new just as her climax begins coming to a fall, a pleasurable tingling spreading from the wounds inflicted upon him as her claws start retracting. At first it'd hurt like hell, but now? It's a pleasing high, short but rewarding. He'd… enjoyed that? It stings, but it's a sting he's quickly growing fond of.

Oh shoot, right!

"Good girl," the stallion softly coos, earning a giggle in between Cloudjumper's breaths as she comes down from her befuddled state. She seemed to like that, so he keeps it stored for later use.

"Fuck, that was good," CJ huffs, her wings still jittery. She rolls her hips for another moment, biting her lip; she's a little over-sensitive right now, so she releases his hoof from her thighs' grip. Feeling relieved, relaxed and stupendously cozy, the feline brings her paws back up to around his neck, giving him the tightest hug she can.

"You're awesome," she mumbles, stuffing her face into his fluffy neck. She rubs her nose against him, as if trying to snatch his scent and keep it on her sniffer. Her paws start kneading again to display her comfort, Chestnut wincing in response, but he doesn't stop her.

She stops herself, however. She'd be dumb not to notice that.

"You okay? You haven't said anything."

"Yeh, I'm good. You uh, cut me pretty good though," Chestnut answers. Cloudjumper's eyes go wide, and her kneading comes to a halt.

"Did I?" she asks, unraveling herself from their cuddle and coming to a stance. She steps to stand over him, looking down at his back. The sight she discovers isn't terrible, no, but…

There's two clear trails of claw marks down his topside, from the base of his thick neck to the center of his back. He's bleeding, but not badly at all. He'll be fine, but she's still not content with slipping up without even realizing.

"It's not bad, is it?" he questions, looking back and up at her. She shakes her head, but still feels an apology is owed to him.

"I should've been paying attention—I'm sorry, Chestnut."

"Eh, it's alright. I… kinda liked it. It hurt, but… in a good way?" he says, questioning his own thoughts in the process. Cloudjumper cocks an eyebrow. She never thought she'd wind up pegging Chestnut of all ponies as someone who might be a masochist.

"You liked the pain?" she asks, attempting to confirm her suspicion.

"I uh.. I guess I did, yup."

Huh. Well then. Always burning with curiosity, she decides a test or two might yield solid results.

"You mind if I try something?" she asks.

"Like?"

"Well, nothing like this," Cloudjumper gestures toward Chestnut's back with a paw.

"Uh… ah, sure. Just nothin' too crazy."

Cloudjumper nods. She already knows what her first try is gonna be. She moves to his side, laying herself down once again. Cloudjumper noses her way to his neck, starting gentle with a few kisses and licks, then a couple nibbles. His fur ruffles a little, an indicator of pleasure, and that's not even mentioning the satisfied look on his face. Most ponies she's heard of like this treatment. It's standard vanilla stuff.

She kicks it up a notch, her nibbles turning to gentle bites. She's never really used her teeth on him at all, but he doesn't seem to mind. He still looks quite peachy, a noticeable shiver coming from him.

"That's nice.." he murmurs. She can't help but smile. He really is adorable sometimes. Her curious nature still isn't sated, however!

So, she bites harder. His tail whips lightly, and she hears the tiniest nicker. His muzzle is twitching, but it looks like a flinch reaction to stop from scrunching considering the way he's doing it. After a couple moments, she moves to a new spot on his neck, biting again just as hard.

He puts his forelegs together, ducking his head down to rest his muzzle between them. It's hard to miss the following moan even though he's suppressing it. Some ponies wouldn't like being subjected to how hard she's biting now, though some might. Chestnut is clearly in favor of it!

He's also in favor of suggesting something to her.

"T-try harder," he recommends.

She hesitates. Biting harder might guarantee bruising his skin or even penetrating it.

She listens, though. She bites harder, listening as Chestnut groans between his hooves, her ears flicking as—he's rolling his hips against the bed? She hears him cursing, followed by him turning his nose toward the wall, exposing more of his throat. He even brings a hoof up to the back of her head, cajoling her. His eyes are watching her, seeming to plead for more.

She pulls away, however. She's always been the bitey type, so she's definitely in favor of littering his neck with all sorts of fun marks—but for a better time. They've had plenty of fun today!

"We can do it later, alright big guy? We should get up," she suggests, nuzzling him with a smile. She hears a noise of dismay, but it seems to be replaced rather quickly with a yawn and the start of another stretch. She feels a little bad for teasing, but she'll make up for it later.

"Alright, alright. Gotta work," he mutters, finishing his stretch. He shuffles to the side of the bed and steps off, refusing to roll due to his back.

"What're we doing today?" she asks, following. He stops, thinking but that. Given there's been two of them doing stuff, it's given him less to do overall since he usually does it by himself.

It's odd, having to actually think of something to do. They've picked available fruits and vegetables, they've cleaned, CJ even fixed the hole in the roof of the barn. They're way ahead of what he could do solo.

"We could go for a walk. There really isn’t much to do."

Chestnut ponders over that. They've done a lot of what he wanted to do mostly involving work. She's the type who likes a bit of adventure, right? A walk wouldn't hurt.

"Sure. There's some trails in the forest down the road, if you wanna try those," Chestnut says, pondering on whether he should bring some snacks or not if they're gonna go for a little hike. She could probably bring along some of the stuff he'd bought at the market for her, he could stick to his usual fruits and veggies. A nice little late morning breakfast, a private date of sorts. That'll be nice.

"I can use this now, so anywhere would be great. I don't see how you can stick to this farm so much," she says, wiggling her once bad paw.

"Gotta work, and there's usually lots of it. Oh, we could bale some hay for the animals—"

"No, there's plenty in the hay shed!" she counters, interrupting him. She's right. It's at least three quarters of the way full. They really are ahead of everything.

"Let's get away from here for the day. I need it, and you need some relaxation yourself. So," she says, stepping up to the gargantuan stallion's side. She rubs her cheek against his neck, inhaling that scent of his like she always has.

"C'mon. Let's pack a lunch and do that. It's still pretty warm out, we could probably go for a swim, too."

Chestnut looks down at the feline pressing her cheek against his neck, smiling. He's never been easily convinced to go out and do something other than work, but Cloudjumper doesn't even have to convince him. He enjoys being by her side, so he just… kinda does whatever she recommends. He's really taken a high liking to her.

He nods, bringing his head down to return her affectionate gesture, kissing between her ears. They remain in their spot for a few moments, simply enjoying each other's presence. It doesn't take too long for them to both get on the move, however, both being somewhat restless souls.

They pack a meal and drinks, making their departure toward the hiking trail Chestnut had mentioned. He knows she wants to get back to her adventures, but he really hopes she doesn't leave too soon. He doesn't know if it's loneliness, exhaustion, the monotony of his lifestyle or all of the above, but Cloudjumper is a refreshment to have around and get to know.

Both of them silently hope that she doesn't have to go too soon.

To her, he's the type of guy that's plain and simply hard to find. He seems very willing to make sure she's comfortable, and he shows often that he cares for her, he's very considerate!

To him she's made his life more exciting, like a hole has been patched somewhere within him. It's only been a week and a half, but he can't help but feel more complete with this little adventuress around. He hopes she feels the same!

Though they're opposites in many ways, her being fairly blunt and wild while he's more passive and consistent, they've seemed to strike a way of showing that they're unusually compatible.

Really, who'd think a sphinx and a farmhand would get along as well as they do? Their lifestyles as a whole are vastly different.

Something strikes Chestnut with that thought. He's gonna have to make some changes if he wants to chase the opportunity of remaining with this cat. It wouldn't be fair of him to keep her grounded with him out here in the boonies, and it's already not fair to himself to, well, not have a life.

She opens up so many opportunities for him! Getting out and enjoying the world around them, taking a break from working his ass off, the possibility of experiencing love. He's sure there's more than that, but he's tugged away from his thoughts as he watches Cloudjumper trot ahead, her wings partially opened as she enjoys the breeze of the late summer air across her wings.

Though she's shown a little bit of a wild side, not to mention cocky and prideful, he can't help but just watch. She's gorgeous in more than just a physical way. They may not realize it now, but the few similarities they have is what makes them that unusual sort of compatible, something that could grow to be inseparable.

He has a good feeling about the future. Chestnut clenches his teeth around the handle of the picnic basket they'd packed together, grinning so hard it almost makes his face hurt.

This is a new chapter to his life, and he's willing to embrace it in lieu of his repetitious farm life. He's ready for that. More than ready.