Despite the impression so many people seemed to glean from her, Rainbow Dash was, in fact, not stupid. Perhaps not a master of literary intelligence or one who possessed great aspects of wisdom, but her quick wit and ability to think on her feet had always been a talent of hers. Time with the Wonderbolts had helped to foster her skills and develop the mind of a quality tactician. She could analyze any enemy, any crisis, and know almost exactly what sort of strategy must be applied to see victory come about. In a sense much different from Rarity’s prowess in the realms of social discernment, Rainbow knew which people were an easy mark- and vice versa. And though possibly scummy as it were, as improper considering whom she called her best friend, the easiest mark for her first victory in this game was going to be right near home.

Two doors down, if she were to be specific.

It had been a few years since Rainbow had come to visit her hometown, more out of time simply getting away from her than any intentional avoidance. Her parents were nice enough, even if their consistent celebration of her was a bit much to bear; a life in another place was hard to get away from the older you became.

Should I drop by and say ‘hey’ before I go back home? She asked of herself, the sight of that familiar house she’d once called home making her wonder as to the activity inside. Mom might be in there right now, making some sort of silly rainbow-colored cake or poring over old pictures to help alleviate the melancholy; it would be nice of her to visit for a little while.

“And then she’ll start asking questions,” Rainbow counseled, the idea fizzling out like fireworks beneath the water. She had said a bit too much the last time she and her mother had talked, even if details weren’t specific. She hadn’t said why they’d stopped being friends, much less what they’d been before that had come about, but why allow the chance for secrets to spill? Besides, she was here on business, and today’s business was a particularly busty cougar known as Posey Shy.

Her first crush; the first woman she’d noticed as attractive, the first to make her realize that she was a lesbian. Posey Shy had had quite an effect on Rainbow, even if that was something she’d never discussed with anyone before. But hey, why not let these secrets spill? Posey was almost as big a fan of her as Windy was; all it would take was a little prodding and things might get enjoyable.

She was sure only a few knocks on the door would be enough to bring her prey in sight; Posey wasn’t one to spend much time away from the home, a stereotypical housewife through and through. It would be a miserable time for her if her husband wasn’t so gentle-hearted himself, making her more subject to-

Zephyr. Oh gods, how had she forgotten the thought? What if that catastrophe of a human being was here today? Rainbow could see a silhouette of another person through the privacy glass coming closer, but still indistinct enough that she couldn’t know who it was. If she had to rebuff the advances of that unbearable little creep who didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘no’ even if it bit him in the ass-

The heavy door of darkened wood opened slowly, a sliver of dark-red hair and spectacled eyes peeping through the crack to gaze at the person who stood out before them, Rainbow leaning over to counter the gaze. Did she really have to be this afraid of everything? Goodness, Fluttershy hadn’t been this bad, had she?

“Oh! I’m sorry. Rainbow Dash, hello!” Opening the door to reveal herself, Posey Shy stood there in a simple pink nightrobe, tightly wound about her form yet not so that it could give any great definition of the figure beneath. Propriety was the standard of her attire, never meant to be anything but warm and welcoming in her appearance, and most certainly not intending to be something sensuous. But Rainbow needed little time to look upon Posey and assess that there were a few quality aspects to be found, particularly two of them that happened to be borne upon her chest and comfortably concealed beneath satin fabric. She was a sweet figure, a girl next door that had become a mom next door- a mom she particularly wouldn’t mind fucking, if the chance was to be found.

Rainbow smiled. Posey wasn’t Twilight Velvet, but this was going to be just as pleasant as any; not quite the grand prize, but a good start at making Applejack mad. “Hey, Posey!” Rainbow said, leaning forward and gifting the older woman an excessively excited hug. “I was in the neighborhood and decided to drop by. It’s… OK if I come in, right? I won’t intrude if you’re busy.”

“Oh, goodness, no. Please, come on in,” Posey said, delighted to play hostess for a time. That is not to say her eyes did not trail across the form of her athletic guest and find a few things worth flushing pink over. “Oh, umm… Rainbow, I think you’re-”

Yeah, baby. A good start if she was already off-kilter. “What’s wrong?”

“C- come in,” Posey said, stammering her words and trying her best to not look at her prismatic pair for a time. It only lasted for a few seconds after the front door closed, the two kicking off their shoes and beginning to see themselves enter into their respective roles. “I’m- I’m sorry, Rainbow, I hope I don’t mean to be cross-”

A perfect opportunity to intercept. If she could make Posey more comfortable, the better this would be. “You’re never cross, Posey,” Rainbow said sweetly. “What’s the matter? Am I doing something wrong?”

“Well…” Posey had been blushing pink right from the start, but this shade was starting to become something more in line with the tone of her hair. “You seem a bit- underdress- I mean, I’m sorry, that was rude- is this a new fashion? It seems very scandalous- comfortable, I mean. Relaxed, maybe?”

Good. It was the subject they were to discuss first, and the first barrier to be broken. All Rainbow had to do was remain relaxed, discuss the situation with an ease in her voice and she would have the first victory of the day. “Oh, it’s just a style I like,” Rainbow remarked, stretching herself out so that nothing might be missed. “What do you think?”

There wasn’t much to be left to the imagination. The pink miniskirt wasn’t one of her favorites but it did a fantastic job of emphasizing her gluteus maximus, one well-developed after years of athletic training. Posey had probably mistook her top for a bra, but that wasn’t entirely her fault; this sports top was one she’d gotten from a sex shop over in Manehatten years ago, so what covering it lacked was more than a little purposeful. All Posey had to do was gaze upon that pleasant cushion and toned abs, enjoy them for a little while; surely that wouldn’t be so hard!

“I- I- ooh, my.” Posey was red from the tips of her hair to probably somewhere down about her toes, hands across her face and doing absolutely nothing to conceal the abashed smile of delight upon her lips. “I- oh my, Rainbow, you look… oh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t say.”

Proper to the end, always pursuing her efforts in being the primmest little housewife. Rainbow wasn’t surprised to see that she was having trouble expressing her appreciation for something sensuous. There would have to be a little push to help keep things comfortable, lest her conscience try and shame her for such a natural reaction.

“It’s alright,” Rainbow said, putting her arms about Posey and giving the timid housewife a hug that just so happened to see head lain against what rack she possessed. “You can’t make me feel bad or anything. I don’t mind hearing what you have to say. And you look like you’ll feel better if you say it!”

“Oh! Really, Rainbow?” Posey seemed almost relieved to hear it; worry that she might cross some unbreakable line now evaporating. “Well, you look… very- very pretty, Rainbow. Oh my goodness, that’s too much-”

Of course that’s what she thought to be scandalous. “Thanks, Posey,” Rainbow said, and even to her own surprise did she place a kiss just on the edge of Posey’s lips. “You look super hot, by the way. You dress up like that just for me?”

Beet-red and giggling, Posey could do nothing but lead her guest on towards the kitchen to where they both might relax. And perhaps get the chance to recollect herself before she somehow ruined any next move she might make.

Sexual attraction aside, Rainbow had always rather liked Posey. She was much like her daughter, albeit with less willpower made evident in her daily decisions. More like to ebb and flow with the tide, yet always did she have a smile on her face; Rainbow had little trouble adjusting to friendly conversation with the lovely woman; especially when she still seemed keen on doting upon Rainbow! A plate of cookies for the table, coffee still hot and there for the plundering were not to be ignored.

“I hope you don’t mind if I get to the rest of the dishes,” Posey said. Reaching for the dishcloth that lay upon the edge of the sink, her eyes drifted between her beautiful guest and the host of dishes that currently occupied the depths of the steel frame that centered her kitchen. “I’d meant to get to work on them earlier, but goodness, I just kept getting distracted with a million other things and now here I am! Heaven knows how I manage along with things the way I am, so distracted and all.”

“It’s alright,” Rainbow murmured, teeth sinking deep into a chocolate-chip cookie and relishing the flavor of the darkness within. Ooh, they were still rather fresh! The chocolate wasn’t gooey, but the solidified batter was so soft and plush in the mouth, a burst of sugar that sprayed across her mouth with each subsequent crunch. “Take your time!”

“Oh, thank you. You always were so kind, Rainbow.” Posey’s smile disappeared as she turned from guest to housework, letting the finery of her buttocks be there for Rainbow to enjoy. Ah, so plush! Properly thicc, just enough weight and cushion to be delightful to the eye, particularly when that nightrobe of hers didn’t do a great job of hiding much of anything! Ooh, all it would take is a few bits of tinkering and she could get this done with ease.

“Did Fluttershy tell you that she and I went for a little girl’s trip the other week?” Posey inquired, meek voice hardly audible above the gentle spray of the sink faucet. “We visited Manehattan for a few days to see a Broadway show.”

“Yeah, she did,” Rainbow said. Eyes still fixated on that fine butt of Posey’s, wondering if she should dare to give it a pinch. Was it too early to dare? “You have a good time?”

“Oh, yes, we certainly did. It’s been many years since I last saw Oklahoma, probably since my old high school did a production of it. Such a lovely story.” Posey set the first cleaned dish aside within the nearby rack for it to dry, and then allowed herself a pause. Did she give her guest a side-eyed glance? It was a moment too swift for even Rainbow to be sure. “Fluttershy told me you’ve been having a hard time lately,” the sweet woman offered. “That you’ve been feeling down. I hope that’s not been too true.”

She was glad that Posey’s back was kept turned, for Rainbow went rigid as a flash of fear and fury struck across her spine. Fluttershy was the only one who’d known besides they two, forced to promise that she would say nothing of it. Had she actually blabbed anything to her mother and been too afraid to confess to the failure? She sure as shit better not have.

“… Rainbow?”

“Huh? Oh, nah, I’m fine,” Rainbow said, doing her best to play off the concerns with her usual confident air. “I had a moment a while back, that’s all.”

“Oh. Alright, then,” Posey said. Returning back to her dishes, the conversation took a strange period of silence; was there any uncertainty in her mind? Perhaps the lush woman wasn’t quite convinced- or worse, was looking for specific details that she’d been divulged. “In case you wanted to talk to me about it-”

“You look like you could need a hand with those dishes!” Rainbow declared. A leap from the chair and she was upon her feet, sliding over to the sink to give Posey a grin, she knew it was best to change the course of their conversation from entering dangerous waters. Start the flirtations now, see how long it would take. “Come on, you’re getting all wet down there. You know I could speed things up, let you get back to having some fun!” She added, a spank across firm buttocks for added measure.

Posey gave a squeak of fright at the unexpected touch, a small leap into the air before her hands rushed to the point of contact; at first, a paleness to her shock- then a flush as she realized the pleasurable sensation had been no accident. “Ooh, goodness, Rainbow, that was naughty of you!”

“I’m sorry. Just couldn’t resist,” Rainbow said lightly. “Wanna spank mine and call it even?”

It was likely she did, for Posey’s eyes indeed flashed down to the juicy figure that Rainbow’s many years of athletic prowess had gifted her, succulent flesh wondrously visible beneath the coverings of her skirt. For only a second did she consider it, but Posey’s timidity won out and she turned back to her dishes with a face deeply crimson.

Another peek over at her companion, one she made sure was something easy to notice. The silky nightrobe of Posey’s was beginning to loosen, perhaps due to the lively movement that had come about from Rainbow’s spanking. She definitely had a little pudge here and there, but it wasn’t at all something she minded seeing, particularly when there was a succulence to it that was so tempting to the eye. Right now, though, her eyes were drawn to the opening of cleavage and the sight of ample bust within. Posey had earned teenager Rainbow Dash’s attention for good reason- two of them, really. And they just so happened to be trying to make a public appearance.

How much push should she give? Rainbow pondered it for a moment. “You look super hot,” she offered.

“Rainbow!” The swat that came across her shoulders was hardly harmful, nor was the bashful smile upon Posey’s lips an unwelcome sight. She was trying to pretend otherwise, but the attention wasn’t being poorly received. “Really, dear, you say too much. Always trying to cause trouble.”

“When you’re dressed like that? Puh-lease,” Rainbow objected, sidling over just a tinge further so that she and Posey brushed one another. “I think you wanted to show off a little. Cause you know you’re hot, don’t you?”

“Flatterer!” Posey tried to return back to her dishwork, but the smile she held was not fading in the least. “You- you always did have such nice things to say to me, Rainbow.”

“Hey, just means I know a good-looking babe when I see one. You know? Like, you just see her and you wanna just make her sing.”

“Oh- I, I guess so,” Posey murmured. A darting glance towards her companion, then back to the dishes that weren’t really getting cleaned very well.

“Like, you just see that body and all you can think is how much of a babe she is!” Rainbow cried; a rise of fervor in her voice, just a hint lest she be seen as crazed rather than excited. “Just a total smokeshow, and you wanna give her the time of her life.”

“I…” Posey had abandoned her pursuit of the dishes. A very potent, eager Rainbow Dash was beside her and beginning to reel of descriptions of some rather scandalous activities. She felt so embarrassed- yet here she was, listening to every word! And the thought of Rainbow performing such wonders, doing such acts… perhaps to her…

“I bet she’d be a blast,” Rainbow said, eyes turning to the rapturous audience of one that she had ensnared; unsurprising that it didn’t take much. “You think I could show a girl a good time, Posey? Be honest with me.”

“What? Oh, of course- yes, I wouldn’t be surprised- you’d be quite good,” Posey muttered shamefacedly. She had to turn away, not admire that smooth and strong physique before her. The body of an athlete, yet still those womanly curves and assets that were inherent in a beautiful lady. Rainbow just happened to be quite a package.

“Ha! I knew it. Just wanted to make sure.” Perhaps it was too daring, but a hand went out and took hold of Posey’s wrist, keeping her from attempting a fearful retreat and allowing Rainbow the opportunity to swoop in close. “But are you really sure? Just in case, I mean.”

“Oh goodness, Rainbow…”

“I could let you find out, you know. If you wanted to.” Rainbow let her smile become playful. “You know I think you’re hot. Been a crush of mine for way too long now.”

Posey was a fierce shade of red and giggling, both trying to flee and yet loving each ounce of attention she was given. Timid propriety bid that she find someplace to escape to, yet the mighty prowess of Rainbow Dash was so tempting, right there before her and perfectly willing to allow such pleasures come to pass. Oh, what was a woman to do? “But Rainbow- dear, I’m- if I were single, I might say yes-”

“It’s not a big deal. Every woman needs another woman every now and then,” Rainbow assured her, the spare wrist now grasped and the two coming so close together. She would ensure Posey was able to delight in her presence, take in her form and find every tempting detail so that no hesitancy might find opportunity to win out. Posey wanted this, if not needed it. How many times had they flirted with each other over the years? Well, perhaps it had been only Rainbow dropping remarks to make Posey giggle, but the busty beauty had never told her to stop; the poor girl needed a proper lovemaking.

“And- are you sure, Rainbow?” Posey said. “I- I don’t want to cause you any trouble.”

“Ha! As if you could,” the powerful athlete barked. “Come on, give me a kiss. I bet every bit of you tastes delicious.”

Another stream of bashful giggles but Posey did not try to flee any longer, instead gazing up at the taller woman and aglow with delight at this offered ecstasy. “Ooh, Rainbow- you’re too kind! I hope I’m not too old a girl for you.”

“Please. I bet you’re a fine wine,” Rainbow purred, and before Posey’s self-deprecation could continue she saw words silenced by the pleasant force of a kiss, her thinner lips happily plied against Posey’s more plump pair.

Posey’s hesitancy was eliminated the moment their kiss began, any fears or uncertainty lost as she relished the delightful pleasure of Rainbow’s lips. She was being romanced by one so strong and ferocious, so young and vibrant! No fearfulness in any action, not at all. If this was how Rainbow felt when she had only begun, just what sort of delights would there be when they truly found their fervor? She had to know, and she needed Rainbow more than she’d ever needed anyone before. There was no reason not to melt into her arms, be nothing but her willing partner.

Their union was a soft, gentle thing at first- and only for that moment. As soon as she felt Posey’s initial hesitation disappear and be replaced by the delights of this beginning, Rainbow saw their affair turn into something far more frenetic. Two handfuls was all it took, she cradling Posey in her arms and seeing her fully ensnared, the older woman throwing her arms about the athlete’s neck and allowing the moment to carry on. Oh, how she liked this! Posey was so willing to go along with the fun, so easily delighted by the attention being given that she cared not about restraint. One kiss, another, and dozens more as the two let their makeout roar into life. Away from the kitchen did they go, Rainbow easily carrying away her prize to better, more sensuous places.

At first, her thoughts had been drawn solely to the bedroom; ruin the bedsheets, make a mess, frolic until Posey was absolutely ravished and hardly able to stand. But truthfully, she knew that probably would be a bit much for a demure thing to handle. Perhaps she should start slow, get her partner into an electric mood- entice, and maybe their bedroom frolic would be something a bit more passionate. Time to wind her up.

From her grasp did she release Posey, letting the tiny mother be forced against the wall and kept separate from her lips. Exactly as she’d hoped, the older woman was visibly disappointed. “Rainbow- oh, am I that bad a kisser? I’m sorry if I’m not what you’d hoped.”

“Not even close! Come on, stick out your tongue,” Rainbow entreated. She didn’t allow Posey a chance to squirm away, leaning over her with hands pressed upon her shoulders. This needed to be dominant, ever-willful so that Posey would feel secure enough to keep going along…

“Oh~! Alright, then,” Posey giggled, and true to her nature only a small sliver of her wet delight came to light- still enough for Rainbow to work her excellence, for her lips ensnared that sweet tongue and was determined to see it wonderfully sucked.

Posey, mistress of all that was gentle and timid, was roused into wondrous feeling by the newness of this. Goodness, was this how women kissed? She’d never known, certainly never felt anything like this! Rainbow would suck on her tongue for a few seconds, retreat so as to let spittle form, then return yet again. One motion would be so swift, another so thorough, one meant to draw out further tongue for her lips to massage; she was gracing her little morsel with a truly delightful display of affection. She’d never known any kisses could be like this! Arms still about her prismatic paramour, Posey was delighted to let her latherings continue, in any which way she wished. Oh, the taste of Rainbow was so sweet, and yet so spicy!

A longer extraction this time, one slow and full of thickened fiber; Rainbow released Posey’s tongue from her grasp and was pleased to see the spectacled woman’s eyes fly wide open at the sight of the heavy saliva band that still bound them together. Thick fluid, made potent by her affectionate outpouring, and oh so delectable. Her fingers plucked it away so that she might relish the flavor, and a muted laugh as she saw that sweet face flush red at the spectacle.

“How was that?” Rainbow asked; she leaned in for another kiss, a course of pleasure when she felt Posey’s hands caress her face. The old girl was getting into it now, more aroused and less hesitant. Still, why not keep going and really entice her? She could get a friend with benefits out of this if she played her cards right.

“Oh, Rainbow, you’re so wonderful,” Posey breathed, taken by her own fervor and delighting to give the younger woman a kiss of her own- not quite as talented, nowhere near as sloppy, but still a touching of tongues that she wished to turn into a massage. “I hope we’re not done- you feel so good.”

“So I can keep making you feel good?” Rainbow inquired. A hand went free and she began to untie the silken strap that held the thin robe to buxom frame, ripping it away and seeing it tossed aside. Good gods, Posey had one hell of a rack! Big, fat breasts that could make your jaw drop, beautiful nipples all hard and eager for a good suckling- should she try that now, maybe? Or was that more a bedroom activity? There was so much sexy about this plush woman to explore, deciding on just one thing was impossible!

“Oh, please do, Rainbow! Can- what you were doing with your tongue, can… can we do that again, please?” Posey was getting worked up, wanting to participate. The heat within her loins was demanding things of her, naughty and wonderful things!

“Well, I can’t just do the same thing twice,” Rainbow said, and she grinned at the look of disappointment that threatened to grow upon that sweet face. “But, I bet I can give you something even better. So, follow my lead, OK? Touch my tongue…”

Posey did not hesitate this time around, full length of her dark-pink muscle out into the open air, soon met by the dribbling spatter of Rainbow’s own pair and seeing her sigh. They began as a massage, simple movements back and forth to ignite the senses. But then came the dance, the twirling and writhing and plying of pressure here and there, soft pulls away to let the saliva fall between them and be properly admired, only to return and reignite their dance yet again. She was melting, positively incensed by this colorful woman’s mastery of the sapphic arts. Oh, to be kissed like this-

A squeak escaped her, soon swatted away by Rainbow’s forceful lusts and rendered moot. Just below, pushing between skin and the soft fabric of her underwear, fingers had begun to ply their way south and find the pulsing, soaking mess that were her folds. Rainbow knew she was needing, wanting, begging for more; of course she would oblige, and fingers plunged within to entertain those most sensitive of senses. A few stray curls of the finger, enough to elicit genuine response; not much, but still potent.

Rainbow’s passionate kindness upon Posey’s tongue did not stop even when she felt the rocking of those hips upon her palm. Instinctive response, stimuli plying and eliciting pleasure that she didn’t understand how to react to. Her whole body was beginning to move in the rhythm, tongue retreating and returning along with lower motion, all of her efforts made the more difficult by such reaction. That good, was she? Well, she would have to ensure not an ounce of it escaped awareness: a thrust of her own hips, forcing Posey fully against the wall and allowing no chance of any reprieve from what she threw upon her sexual senses. Fingers plied at the folds below without hesitation, without mercy, her salivating tongue poured out its slithering affections and saw that the older woman’s mouth was made a soaked, goopy mess.

The first quiver came- goodness, already? And to think Rainbow had thought she’d had a crush on Posey when she was a teenager, just what did Posey think of her? A stroke across those outer folds before seeing the slickened gash made wide, one finger plucking in deep and toying with the pearl that hung just above. And though she intended it not, though it was not of her making, Posey’s open mouth found hers and saw their tongues united in a deep, glorious press, one that brought the spectacled girl to sighs-

Oh, and sigh she did! That quiver had been the first warning, one that Rainbow knew well and took as signal that her work should reach its crescendo. Her pluckings were not frivolous nor wild, no random scrabbling across puffy lips in the hopes that something stuck. No, she knew a woman’s body, and her gentle tweaks of the precious jewels below were unbearable and irresistible. A shudder, a seized form that became rigid, and a slow, wild exhale of both breath and body as Posey’s orgasm struck full force.

Rainbow did not retreat when she felt the first wave crash across her fingers, instead relishing the flow. Her tongue retreated but she did not, returning back to that gentle suckling so that Posey’s ecstasy might last a little longer. A pull there, a slight nibble also, soft plucks within those soaked panties so that the raging fire of sexual satisfaction could be felt more fiercely. Just because you orgasmed didn’t mean you had to stop- why not add another wave to the tide? And speak of the devil, Rainbow thought, for she felt that plush body tighten up once more and prepare for another assault upon all of herself.

She didn’t stop enjoying her partner for the minutes after this first delight. Though what her fingerwork offered below might not mean much, Rainbow didn’t want her presence to suddenly become an absence. Plenty of kisses, a few soft touches here and there so that she might know the condition of Posey’s lower lips and keep them happily roused. The mood wasn’t going to be quelled yet if she could help it. But for now, a lessening; let Posey catch her breath, body return to some state of normalcy lest too much pleasure exhaust her too quickly.

The sight of that meek gaze looking back at her was the sign Rainbow needed to know that this first foray was over. A retreat of her hands from within damp depths, an end to their syrupy kisses- slow, of course, let their spittle spatter across weary flesh. Posey deserved another physical souvenir.

“Oh, Rainbow,” she breathed, each puff of her chest a heavy thing, “You are so amazing.” So content with the state of her being, she leaned against Rainbow’s chest and let her body go rather limp so as to savor the memory of pleasure that had afflicted her. Unexpected, unknown, now forever an indelible memory.

Rainbow, safe from being caught, allowed a roll of her eyes. So dramatic! She hadn’t even really started on much of anything, this was just a taster. Posey was just sex-deprived and easy, just as she’d expected. But would she say such things aloud? Not a chance in Hell. “I try to be,” she crowed, in usual form as she accepted all compliments about any prowess she possessed. “Especially for a sexy thing like you.”

“Oh, you flatter this old girl,” Posey sighed, but she pulled away from Rainbow’s shoulder and offered a kiss of gratitude all the same. “I’m sorry that’s all the time you have. I would love to return the favor.”

“Would you, now?” Rainbow inquired. Big surprise. “I mean… I can spare some time, if- you know, you’re in the mood.”

Posey looked this way and that, eyes glancing about as if she expected to find cameras and peering eyes all about her that could see her next words become a betrayal. “I… well, I know I am not exactly available, but- my husband’s actually out of town. Until tomorrow evening.”

“Is that so?”

“So if you don’t mind spending a little more time here,” Posey giggled; her hand reached for Rainbow’s, whether conscious of the action or not. “I would love to make things up to you.”

She pretended to consider the question, the pursing of her lips just cheeky enough to see the older woman smile. “I guess I could spend a few more hours with you,” she drawled. “I mean- only if you want to. Have you ever tried sixty-nineing?”

Posey hadn’t, but she suddenly found herself willing to try all sorts of new things.

Author's Note

I'm not sure how this turned out. I think my skills have stagnated, I find myself on miserable repeat- or worse, decay.
I don't think I'm very good at writing anymore.

Oh yeah, here's this chapter's artwork.

Enjoy, if you can.