"Where's my phone? Has anyone seen my phone? Is that a button? Did it come off my dress?" Flash had been at his wits' end an hour earlier—now he was in full panic. "Is that a button from my dress?"

"Fleur." Celestia took hold of Flash's shoulders and directed him to look directly at her. "Fleur! Your dress doesn't have any buttons on it. I think it's from a bathrobe."

Looking into the mirror in the living room, Flash did yet another doubletake at the woman there. His eyes lingered on her shoes, naturally. Mid-heeled, they weren't so high she couldn't dance in, but would still show off the curves of her calves. Blue seemed the order of the day, and the shoes sparkled a little as they turned to catch the light. Moving up, naturally, to those calves, they were clad in stockings of white that chased all the way up her legs into places unseen.

Just before her knees would be visible, the white underskirt and then the blue over skirt (with black dots) of her dresses began. Soft fabric that nonetheless had a little spring to it, it kept moving with her nervous motions. At the woman's waist was a slim black belt that kept the skirts from going up too far should she lower herself quickly, and the black pattern continued up to her neck as faux buttons on her blue blouse. Puffy sleeves and some lace around his neck completed what Rarity had asserted was a style coming back in a big way. Atop that lovely woman's head was a little white hat, set off-center and tilted ever so slightly.

Trying to calm himself, Flash nodded slowly. "Okay. What about my phone?" He was still looking at the woman in the mirror, trying desperately to convince himself that that was him.

"It's in your purse."

Looking down into the cavernous depths of his dress-matching purse, Flash relaxed further after he pushed aside the larger items—including his pads and coinpurse—to feel his phone nestled in the soft depths. "How did you know it was in there?"

"I put your phone in your purse when I realized you would need it in there." Taking advantage of her superior position, which her height gave her all the time, Celestia kissed the top of Flash's head. "You look amazing, you have everything you need, now go and show that young man a good time—but remember, no hanky-panky on the first date."

Flash opened his mouth to complain that he knew this already, but Celestia kissed him on the head again.

"First base, though, is fine."

He blushed. There was nothing else for it. The idea of letting Thunderbass grab his chest was both shocking and distracting. So distracting, in fact, that it took his phone buzzing to get his attention. Picking it up, it had a message on it.

"I'm waiting outside, babe."
—Thunderbass

Eyes widening, Flash almost dropped his phone. "He's here! Waiting outside. I need to go say breasts and let him fondle my hi!" Shaking his head, Flash focused himself again and replied that he was on his way. "I'll see you later tonight!"

Rushing out, Flash saw Thunderbass sitting behind the wheel of a late model car that someone past 40 would normally dream of driving a red version of. As he rushed over to the light gray car, Thunderbass revved the engine.

Circling around the back, Flash was just passing the middle when Thunderbass revved the car again. With an exhaust in front and behind him, the deep vibrating notes of the engine made his eyes widen. It was like the roar of it poured through his body and it made him cry out in girlish excitement, his youthful enjoyment of all things motor vehicle coming back over him. Rushing around to the passenger door, he opened it and climbed in.

The seat was low, a bucket type that wrapped around Flash from all angles and forced him to recline into its embrace. Reaching up and back for the seat belt, Flash had a chance to see Thunderbass fully. He was wearing a deep red shirt with the collar buttons undone. Tight leather pants that made it plain to see that he either knew how to tuck better than Flash, or had a dancer's belt on. A pair of fashionable shoes that were polished to within an inch of their life, and a haircut that was that mix of almost messy and spiky that seemed in since the 90s.

His eyes, Flash was fully aware, roamed over Flash once and then twice. He smiled. "Nice dress, brings out your eyes. Love the hair. You hungry?" When Flash nodded, Thunderbass smiled a little wider. "Great, I'll try to get us there as fast as I can."

Fumbling to get his belt fastened, Flash barely got it clicked in before Thunderbass let off the brake, stabbed one foot to the floor and let up the other. The engine of the car awoke like a dragon finding its treasure missing, noise and power unleashing in a concerto of mechanical wizardry.

Flash was slammed back into the comfortable seat as Thunderbass shifted gears fluidly up, finally resting his right hand on Flash's thigh as he drove with just his left on the wheel. "I had to wear a kilt for a show once, so I kinda see the advantage of a dress, but gimme pants any day."

Biting his lower lip, Flash laughed nervously. "I've seen a lot more pictures of you without pants or kilt."

The squeeze of Flash's thigh made him tingle inside almost as much as Thunderbass' laugh. "Hey, I've had eyes on me since guys and girls started noticing me in high school, I'm not going to deprive them of my good looks because I don't hang around this city anymore. You were at CHS too, you know what the vibe was like."

Flash knew exactly what that vibe was like. He wondered if Thunderbass' comments about pants and guys noticing him had further meanings. He remembered, in a text, that the guy had mentioned pants too. "Oh, yeah, the vibe. I… I was a bit confused back then."

"But not now?" Thunderbass asked. When Flash shook his head, it caused Thunderbass' mouth to curl up. "That's good to hear. People seem weirdly fixated on high school sometimes—either hating it or loving it—but for me it was a pretty average part of my life. There were bad times and good—most of the good ones involved hanging with friends."

"Oh. Uh. Yeah, it was the same for me. I also kinda realized some stuff about myself that—"

"Like how hot you are?" Thunderbass glanced once at Flash from the corner of his eyes. "I shouldn't interrupt, but I feel like you need to know that."

If anything could have made Flash feel better about this date, it was hearing those words. All the effort, all the time selecting dresses, and he distilled it down to so few words—but they were the absolute best words. "Thanks I— You look pretty amazing too. I mean, not just for the pictures and stuff, the way you walk, hold yourself, and talk…"

Even driving as he was, Thunderbass had a moment to lean over and kiss Flash on the cheek before the startled boi could think to respond. "So, Fleur, what's it like living with those two? I mean, I get they're teachers and all, and they did a good job getting both of our heads straight, but Luna and Celestia in the same house must be… intense?"

Remembering his shower with Luna and the preceding bout of fun time with Celestia, Flash almost melted into the seat as sensations and scents repeated in his mind, retelling the tale of pleasure and seduction. "Really intense." He sighed.

"They both gave me the twenty-question-quiz, you know? Made sure I wasn't going to be mean or anything. They care for you a lot." Thunderbass took his hand from Flash's leg to shift down, then replaced it while he drove along the main drag of the city.

"Oh. Oh no. What did they say?"

"Calm down. Nothing embarrassing. The kinda stuff big sisters would say. 'Make sure she's back by midnight'; 'if she wants to come home early, she comes home early'; and my favorite—'make sure she is smiling all night'. Though, that last one is something I can probably manage."

It was all normal stuff, Flash thought. Relaxing, then getting another squeeze on his thigh, he felt relief and a little giddy pleasure at knowing his mommy and dommy both cared for him so much. "So, uh, where are we eating?"

"I figured, keeping the first date light, we'd go to one of the old digs of CHS." Again Thunderbass had to lift his hand from Flash's leg to change gears, and pull them into the lot of Sweet Snacks Café. "I think one of the girls from CHS even runs the place."

"Pinkie." The name slipped out without Flash meaning to say it. "She was in a few of my classes at CHS. She's pretty intense."

"Most everyone from there was." Parking, Thunderbass turned the car off and finally removed his hand from Flash's leg. "You're coming?"

Realizing he'd sat there stunned, his thigh missing the presence of a firm hand on it, Flash said, "Yeah." He undid his belt, opened the door, and struggled to get out of the seat's embrace. A hand thrust down toward him, and Flash took it and let Thunderbass help him out. "Thank you."

"No probs, babe."

Flash was still buzzing from being called babe as they walked into the Sweet Snacks Café. The smell of burgers and sweet things rushed at Flash and were chased after by the sounds and bright ambiance of the restaurant.

It was lively, with waitresses zooming around on roller skates, dancing, and sometimes even delivering food. Unlike the times he'd been here for lunch, there was a lot more theater happening, with a live band playing swing music while a bunch of people danced, yet others were seated at a large table together in what seemed like a party.

A woman on skates slid to a halt with a little spin before them. "Hi there! Sorry we're a little rockin' tonight. Can I get you two to a table?"

"We have a reservation under Thunderbass."

Flash almost jumped when he felt a possessive arm reach around his shoulders and pull him against Thunderbass' side. Looking at him, Flash caught the smirk on his face.

Reaching out for the reservation book, which was in a convenient slot in the nearest bench seat, the waitress quickly scanned it. "Ah! Yup, here you are. Romantic dinner for two?"

While Flash focused on one of the biggest full-body flushes of his life, Thunderbass said, "Yeah. Can you take a drink order right away?" At the waitress' nod, he continued. "A strawberry milkshake for me"—Thunderbass turned his head to look Flash in the eyes—"and what would you like?"

"I'll have a chocolate shake, with a little mint," Flash said, describing his favorite drink they made.

"Got it! Here's your table. Your menus are right here." Gesturing to the dining menus for the restaurant, the waitress finally asked, "If there's nothing else, I'll get your drinks and then take your orders. Be back in a jiffy!"

"This place is such a trip. How can anyone be that happy to work as a waitress?" Taking his seat, Thunderbass picked up his menu.

"I'd probably blame Pinkie for that. If there was someone who could induce perpetual joy—she would be it." Flash picked up his own menu and almost instantly began salivating at how good everything looked. There were a handful of burgers, salads, and even some pasta mains that drew his interest. The menu was six pages, and half of those seemed to be devoted to desserts. "I think I'll have the Good Golly Miss Manzano burger."

"The spicy one? Damn, girl, no kisses until after you drink some milk." Seated opposite Flash, there wasn't much opportunity for Thunderbass to use his hands to interact, so he instead pressed the toes of one foot against Flash's leg and started slowly rubbing it. "I think I'll take a Johnny B. Gouda."

Flash was doing his best not to squirm, but the attention Thunderbass kept giving to him made it hard not to. "Should we get something to start?"

"The arugula and calamari salad? We could share it."

"That sounds nice." Flash was trying to focus anywhere but the insistent foot that was slowly rubbing up and down his calf. "W-What about dessert?"

"Let's worry about that when we're done with our burgers? I might have something else I need to snack on then." The grin Thunderbass shot at Flash made his knees wobble and something in his belly tighten. It was one thing to imagine having his crush's full attention on you, and something else to have it.

"Heeeeere we go." The waitress set her tray down on the edge of the table and passed over first Flash's chocolate mint shake and then Thunderbass' strawberry one. "Double chocolate mint and a bubbly strawberry! Have you made up your minds what you'd like tonight?"

"We'll have an arugula and calamari salad for two to start. I'll take a Johnny B. Gouda burger and Fleur will have a Good Golly Miss Manzano." Thunderbass rolled the puns off his tongue with only a slight curve to the corners of his mouth. Flash knew this because he couldn't so much as look at anyone else.

"Okie dokie! I'll have that salad out soon, and see the chef gets your main order." Spinning so that her skirt flared out, the waitress was off again.

Flash, sitting there in shock, couldn't stop himself from whispering, "When she spun, her skirt went up so far she showed off her panties."

"Huh?" Thunderbass sounded a little dismissive when he added, "I wasn't watching her."

"Oh." Eyes widening, Flash squirmed a little as the reality of that set in. The waitress' dress was tight around the hips and generous around her chest—and she wore it well. Flashing the room her underwear might be carefully calculated to get her tips, but he wouldn't deny it would be effective on anyone into women to see that. "Oh."

He bit his lower lip at the realization. Thunderbass hadn't seen the panties because he'd been focused on Flash. "I… Uh…" Looking around in a panic, his legs squirming on their own, Flash spotted his target. "I need to go to the bathroom and freshen up."

As Flash got to his feet, his skirt tangled a little and he stumbled—only for a strong hand to stop him falling backwards. Turning his head, he saw Thunderbass wink to him and give him a little push to get Flash moving again. He was halfway to the bathroom when he realized it was his rump that Thunderbass had grabbed. Did he squeeze more than was strictly required to stop the fall, Flash wondered. The answer that he wouldn't so much as think made his cheeks flush a touch more.

Shoving through the ladies’ room’s outer door, Flash practically dove into one of the stalls, threw the door closed onto its rubber stopper, and twisted the latch. In the sanctity of the women's bathroom, locked into the safety of its stall, Flash let out a sigh of relief. That sigh, of course, faded as an image hit his brain—Thunderbass, giving that devilish laugh, as Flash ran with the light sting of a handprint on his rump.

He'd been smacked before. Flash had even been paddled before. That was all by his dommy, though, and not a hot guy. "Unnnn…" His hand reached down, hiked his skirt up, and reached under it.

With the shroud of his skirts disturbed, the scent of the flood going on in his panties wafted out and filled the air. Shimmying his hips, he worked the panties down to his knees and let out a whimper as the scent of arousal in the air increased.

Squeezing his eyes closed, Flash peeled the pad out, wadded it up, and dumped it in the sanitary bin. The intensity of the scent of need reduced substantially. He fumbled with the roll of paper and, with judicious use of that and a few wipes in his purse, got himself cleaned up and a new pad in his panties.

Standing up, flushing away the last of the evidence, he reached for the door and froze. He'd run into the women's bathroom completely without thinking and, given his attire, he knew it would have been a bad idea to go to the men's. He giggled at his conundrum, shook his head, and opened the door.

… to find someone else in the bathroom.

"Oh, hey there, Fleurette. Looking good." Flash couldn't tell if Sour Sweet looked appreciative, supportive, or hungry. It took him a moment to parse his feelings and realize he was probably okay with all three.

"Thanks!" Then he noticed her. She was wearing what amounted to a painted-on cocktail dress that didn't leave a lot to the imagination. It was high on her thigh and low on her chest, and the black really worked to highlight her colors. "You're looking amazing, too!"

Sour paused a moment before clenching one hand into a fist and replying, "I have to look my best for my girl, ya know?"

Making sure to wash his hands, Flash looked down and up Sour again and said, "Rainbow's a lucky woman." It was daring, but the unabashed smile that spread over Sour's face like a bright sunny day was worth the risk. He left the bathroom with Sour blushing in his wake.

Spotting Thunderbass at their booth, with the waitress dropping off a large salad, Flash strode over with confidence in every step. When Thunderbass turned and looked right at him, though, Flash almost tripped. Legs feeling like jello, he barely made it back to his seat as the waitress left. "Sorry."

"Don't be, babe. You made it just in time." Using a small fork, Thunderbass reached out and speared a small loop of fried calamari from the plate, secured some peppery leaves, and brought it to his mouth.

Once more under the attention of Thunderbass, Flash covered his excitement by following suit with the food. It had the unmistakable seafood taste of the squid, a crispness from the breading, and an acid/pepper mix that made it all sooo much better. He promised himself to try making it at home as he ate, blushing more each time he caught Thunderbass looking at him.

When a foot touched his leg, Flash nearly jumped. The predatory smile on Thunderbass told him that his date knew that he'd made Flash jump. With his mouth full, though, Flash couldn't try to make up an excuse.

They grazed on the salad, enjoying the taste and the company, until they ran out of both calamari and greens. "That was pretty good. I might have to come back here again some time—if I can find the right company to enjoy." Thunderbass raised one eyebrow at Flash, lips pulling into a half smile.

"Oh, hey, if you want company, I'd love to come with you again." It took Flash a full two seconds to realize he'd just agreed to another date. Almost instantly, though, he didn't regret it. "Or, if you want to go somewhere else, that'd be cool too."

"Well, okay then. I'll come up with somewhere. Rarity will probably know of some place where there is less food on the plate than you can fit on a fork. We can go to one of those and order six people worth of food or something." Picking up his very pink milkshake, Thunderbass sucked from the twisting and twirling straw. "Hey, that's really good."

"You can trust Pinkie to do two things well: be a little crazy, and make amazing sweet things. I doubt she'd hire anyone who didn't have a little of both those skills too." Likewise, Flash lifted his own drink carefully and sipped at it. The rush of rich chocolate, a little malt, and a strong mint flavor made his toes curl in delight. It wasn't just good—it was amazing. Even the smell of it was probably more than any diabetic could handle.

"Damn you're cute."

Flash's blush went up a notch at hearing Thunderbass mutter those words, almost as if he'd been caught off-guard and hadn't intended to say them aloud. "Th-Thanks. You— Do I really need to say you're hot?"

"Nah, but it's nice to hear from you." Thunderbass seemed about to say something, but the waitress returned with her tray again. This time it had two plates with burgers and two little baskets of fries. "Hey, thanks."

"Not a problem, sweeties. I'll just take that one away." The waitress took the plate, and even with her stretching her arm out between them, Flash could see that Thunderbass was looking at him. "Here you both go."

With his burger before him, Flash's stomach let out a little rumble of excitement. He'd eaten in the restaurant plenty of times for lunch, but hadn't been there for dinner. "Thank you," he said when the waitress set the fries down beside his plate.

The waitress took off again after a quick spin that set her skirts spinning, and once again Flash was alone with Thunderbass. Hiding behind his burger, Flash watched his companion as they both started in on their burgers.

After a few bites, Thunderbass paused and nodded at the burger before him. "This is pretty good. Probably one of the top ten burgers I've had. How's yours, babe?"

Gulping down the small bite he'd taken, Flash nodded. "It's good. Not as spicy as I'd like. You want a bite?" Holding out his burger, Flash liked the look of surprise on Thunderbass' face.

"If this sets my mouth on fire, I'm going to kiss you until it stops burning."

The statement made Flash wish the burger was hotter, but by his own estimation it was barely warm. Holding his burger out, while Thunderbass leaned forward, sent a thrill through him that it would be too hot, and Thunderbass would make good on that threat.

"That's pretty good, actually." Licking the sauce off his lips, Thunderbass leaned back and then offered Flash his own burger to try.

There was a difference in how Flash had offered his burger and how Thunderbass had returned the favor. For Flash, he'd offered an edge of unbitten bun, but Thunderbass had been taking larger bites leaving only already bitten bits to choose from. Licking his lips, he took a small bite of Thunderbass' burger.

It was the cheesiest thing Flash had eaten in months. A huge slab of Gouda cheese had been melted within the burger patty, as well as more being added on top of it. He tried to say "that's good," but it came out more like "dafs goo."

Flash, though, was giggling almost uncontrollably at his effort to talk, when Thunderbass' foot rubbed against his calf again. It acted like a switch, turning the calming situation back into something hot. Swallowing his mouthful, Flash nodded. "So hot."

"Thanks, I try to be."

"Well, it's working." The moment the words slipped out, Flash was blushing. He looked down at the table and his burger, only to have a hand reach into his vision, position itself under his jaw, and lift.

"It should be illegal to hide those eyes, Fleur. Ah, damn, and you're blushing too. Well, there's only one way to cure that." Flash could only stare as Thunderbass leaned across and, heedless of anyone looking or Flash blushing more, kissed him.

Eyes fluttering a moment, Flash finally let them close so he could focus on Thunderbass' hungry, insistent kiss. A shiver ran through him, and then another, and Flash was grateful that Thunderbass let go. His heart was racing, he had a tightness in his lower tummy, and all Flash could think about was how strong Thunderbass was, yet so soft.

While Thunderbass watched him, eyes scanning for what effect the kiss had, Flash found himself in dire need of a moment to process his feelings. "E-ExcusemeIgottagobathroom."

Trying his level best not to run, Flash ran to the bathroom and dove into the same stall as before. He squeezed his eyes closed, but all that did was remind him of the kiss more forcefully. Squeaking, he pulled down his panties and found that spot his mommy had shown him, and started rubbing for all he was worth.

Licking his lips, tasting Gouda cheese, Flash worked toward that single moment of bliss—but it receded even as he got close. Worked up worse than ever, the smell of female arousal heavy in the stall, he let out a low whine.

"Problems, Fleurette?"

Startled, panicking, Flash pulled his fingers away from himself before the owner of the voice filtered through his brain. He let out another whine, then slumped to the wall beside him. "He's too damn hot. I tried to—tried to get some relief, but this isn't really a nice place to, uh…"

"Get relief? No, a diner bathroom isn't." Sour Sweet took a few heel-on-tile clicking steps and leaned against the outside of the door. "Fleurette, you trust me, don't you?"

The question was out of the blue, but Flash was already answering. "Yes."

"Close your eyes. I'm going to tell you a story."

Doing as he was told, and not entirely because he did trust her (because her voice oozed command, even when she wasn't meaning to), Flash waited for whatever she planned to do next.

"It wasn't all that long ago that I had a date with a guy. He was tall, handsome, and this was before yours truly realized she was both too dominant and too lesbian for it to work." The humor in Sour's words came through as she unleashed her sour side with her own hubris as the target. "But he was gentle, and soft, and strong, and forceful.

"The tightness of his grip, the insistent way he would hold me. His eyes always bore into mine, even when he would hold me up and pin me to a wall."

Eyes still closed, Flash could feel Thunderbass' hands again, his lips too, and even felt that gaze seeking out something in Flash's eyes. His hand wandered back down, and before he realized it, he was stroking that soft, sensitive flesh his mommy had shown him.

"Oh, he seemed gentle at first, stroking a breast, rubbing my ass, but when he lined himself up with me and pushed in"—Sour groaned aloud, a guttural sound that resonated from her belly—"he became nothing more than a wild animal."

Flash had seen porn before, though it mostly didn't have the kind of thing Sour was describing—because it didn't show you the action—but he could picture it easily enough in his mind. In his head it was him with his back forced against the wall and Thunderbass was holding him there.

"Then he's out of control. You can't stop him, you don't want to stop him, and that only makes it better. You gave him this power to do as he pleases, and what he pleases is you. He won't stop moving, grinding hard in and out of you, until he is done. You'll whimper, cry, beg him to not stop—and he won't."

The image conjured in Flash's mind was startling and visceral—and hot. He pushed forward when he could, to meet Thunderbass' hips with his own. And, when Thunderbass growled while leaning over him, Flash finally lost it and came.

It wasn't the sharp, masculine climax—it was the swelling wave that filled him and poured over him, washing his mind away in a haze of surf and wetness.

"You good in there, Fleurette?"

"Y-Yeah. Thanks, Sour." Flash couldn't and didn't stop the tired giggle that followed.

The sound of Sour walking to the sink click-clacked to Flash. "Don't sweat it. Helping sweaty and horny little subs get off is literally one of my favorite things in life. Are you fine to clean up?"

It was going to be a lot of work. Flash could only imagine he was going to need to replace his pad, but he wasn't sure if his panties were salvageable. "I think I've got it." He had a good supply of toilet paper, and could duck out and use the sink for any water. "Yeah. Thanks again."

The clicking heels receded from the bathroom, leaving Flash all alone to get himself clean. His panties, somehow, weren't soaked. The pad inside them was, but that was quickly replaced. With a little water and the paper he got himself refreshed, and the room was already smelling less like someone had just orgasmed in it.

By the time he was clean and dry and had his clothes safely back in place—and the evidence flushed—he felt confident again to go back out and talk to… Thunderbass. Simply thinking about him again caused Flash to wince as he felt excited again. "Tap it down," he said, letting loose a giggle and washing his hands.

Opening the door, he stepped out into the restaurant again with far more confidence that he wouldn't lose control of himself. He looked at Thunderbass but noticed Sour Sweet, at a table a little further down, wink at him.

It occurred to him that, by her own words, she was into girls more than guys. Walking back to his table, he sat down opposite Thunderbass. "Sorry. I don't know what's gotten into me tonight."

Thunderbass almost looked like he was choking on something for a moment, but he recovered quickly enough. "That's fine, really. I'm here for the company, after all."

Flash made a contemplative sound and smiled at the compliment. "Me too." He was about to get back to eating his burger when Thunderbass' foot started its massage back up. Using the burger as an excuse to keep his mouth busy and not sigh in contentment, he took a fresh bite.

The burger was colder, but he had expected that. The spiciness was more noticeable now, but still wasn't anything to write home about. Relief from his overwhelmed state now obtained, all Flash got from Thunderbass' leg-stroking was a gentle buzz.

"I might skip dessert, but don't let that stop you from ordering something. I couldn't possibly have anything sweeter than what you served tonight."

Corny as the line was, Flash had to admit that—after he finished the burger—he was completely and utterly full. "I couldn't possibly fit another thing in."

Turning and getting the attention of their waitress, Thunderbass asked, "Wanna bounce and go for a drive?"

"Y-Yeah!" It had been far too long since Flash had enjoyed driving for the fun of it. Much as he loved both his mommy and his dommy, neither was a drive aimlessly kind of person. He munched on a few fries while waiting for their waitress to arrive.

"I'll take the check, please?" Thunderbass, Flash noticed again, was much less intense with the waitress, and kept his eyes glued to Flash's own. When the waitress produced the ticket, and marked the price on it, Thunderbass passed her his credit card.

Flash decided he might as well stand up. Stretching his legs, he watched Thunderbass fumble with something under the table before he too stood. "Something up?"

"My shoe was annoying me. Had to make sure it was on right."

When Thunderbass reached out an arm to Flash, he didn't struggle in the slightest as his date pulled him to his side. He did turn his head and blush when Thunderbass kissed his cheek.

"There we are. I hope you'll be back soon!" The waitress was as perky as ever, skating over to the table and passed Thunderbass back his card.

"Thanks. Come on, babe, let's hit the road."

Memories of Sour's descriptions came flooding back. Flash had literally no option than to let Thunderbass guide him out of the restaurant and into the cool evening. But, just like Sour had said, he was one hundred percent fine with it.

The walk to Thunderbass' car wasn't far, and Flash wasn't feeling the cold despite not wearing anything to fight back the chill. It didn't take much mental work for him to realize it was the hunk holding him close that raised his body temp.

"I hope I wasn't too boring tonight?" Thunderbass asked, opening the door of his car and offering an arm to help Flash in.

Remembering what it had been like last time, Flash took the offered hand. "What? No! You were very stimulating." A moment later Flash realized what he said. "I mean, the conversation was stimulating. Not that—I mean you—" He was silenced by another kiss on the lips that made him give a girlish sigh and melt down into the seat as Thunderbass guided him into the car with lips and hands.

When the kiss broke, Flash found himself staring wistfully up at Thunderbass. Two kisses! He realized he'd let Thunderbass have two on-the-lips kisses now, when first dates were only meant to have one—at the end.

He was in a daze. Flash didn't even notice that Thunderbass had closed the door, circled the car, and climbed in the driver's side. Even as his heart fluttered, he managed to pull the seat belt across him and fasten it.

Having fastened his belt, Flash turned to Thunderbass to see if he was waiting for something. Which was when a camera flash caught him by surprise.

"This is starting to make up for things," Thunderbass said.

"Huh?" Flash asked.

"You can find pics of me anywhere, babe. I want to get some more of you." Thunderbass slipped his phone into his pocket, checked he was in neutral, turned the car's key, and gave the gas a few quick pumps.

The car was like a live thing. The thudding of its too-fast heart of an engine, the sound of whining air struggling to get into the engine while its fluttering waste-gate spoke of untapped power still to come, not that Thunderbass left it waiting. Flash was pushed back in his seat as Thunderbass pulled out, the car responding to every touch like it was a demand to unleash every ounce of power.

There was a time in Flash's past when a fast car would be the focus of his attention. It would be the thing he'd spend his summer break working on and attending to, and he'd spend every moment of that time with a smile on his face. Now, the car was still nice, but he had other reasons to like it that had nothing to do with what it was. He liked the car because it had Thunderbass and him in it.

By the time he got his head around all that, Flash realized they weren't at his home. Nor were they on any recognizable roads that led there. Flash looked over at Thunderbass and the smirk he wore. "Where are we?"

"Going somewhere special." At a speed that was sure to attain a speeding ticket if someone actually saw them, Thunderbass sped along the main road out of Canterlot. Pulling a tight right turn at the first break in the forest treeline, the little forest track only went a few hundred yards before stopping at the edge of a huge gorge. Pulling up, Thunderbass pointed out the windshield.

The engine, grumbling away, stopped, and Flash was left in the dark for a moment as Thunderbass turned off the headlights and all the dash lights. Then the stars above them lit up the sky. "Wow."

"Don't worry, Fleur, I'm not gonna get all handsy on the first date. I just need to show you something special. Back when I was in high school, I'd come out here and look up at the stars and… do my homework mostly. But, it's the most amazing and chill place I know of here.

"It's something I've missed. No matter how far you go in the world—how far you are away from home—home is still where the memories are. I know some other guys brought girls here and it has a reputation for that, but I just liked the calm sea of stars looking down. I wanted to share it, ya—"

Flash didn't know precisely how to respond. Thunderbass was opening up in a more thoughtful way than the dominant and forceful image he'd painted all night. The turn-about left Flash wondering what to do. All evening Thunderbass had been so sure of himself and so mind-meltingly hot that that Flash had been too giddy to take any initiative. Now, with his high school best friend gushing a little, Flash had to show him how much it all meant.

Making up his mind that maybe, sometimes, he would have to seize the moment, Flash carpe diemed and leaned across the center console.

The kiss, Flash realized as soon as it started, broke Thunderbass out of that reminiscent state and lit some new hunger in him. Thunderbass'd turned his head the moment their lips made contact and reached up to hold Flash.

Thunderbass' grip tightened a little, and Flash felt a hot, insistent tongue that explored his mouth before finally pinning his own in place. His eyes fluttered closed and, even if Flash had been completely okay with more happening, Thunderbass kept the embrace to just that—a kiss.

It seemed to last an eternity. Bathed in the stars, the new moon barely leaving its mark on the night sky, they clung to each other. Even if Flash wanted to, Thunderbass held him tighter than anyone but his Dommy had before, and flooded Flash with the heady scent of musky cologne. It was a mix of cedar and something spicy, but it swirled around the center of Flash's world right now like a hurricane.

At last, though, Flash opened his eyes to see Thunderbass looking at him already. There was a hunger in Thunderbass' eyes that made Flash ache to grind his legs together. Then the kiss broke.

Thunderbass was breathing hard, his eyes fixed on Flash's, and it took him over a minute to calm down before he reached for the ignition again. "Let me get you home, babe, before we break all the first date taboos."

"Y-Yeah." On the tip of Flash's tongue, though, was the big question—asking Thunderbass to ignore those taboos. He didn't voice it, if only because with the car's engine came the car's climate system, blowing cool air in both their faces. He settled back into his own seat and surrendered to the car's grip as Thunderbass drove him home for real this time.

As he pulled into Flash's street, Thunderbass said, "I had a great night, Fleur."

Seeing Luna standing in front of the house, Flash gulped and checked the time. "When we stop, you might want to drive off the moment I'm out."

"Huh?"

Pointing first at the clock on the dashboard, then up at his dommy, Flash said, "It's five past twelve. You said you'd have me home by midnight, and Luna is right there."

"No. It wouldn't be right." Thunderbass turned the wheel and pulled into the driveway—putting himself in the direct line of fire from his former vice-principal. His mouth opened, ready to simply invent the perfect line to get himself the chance at another date—when Flash leaned across and kissed him.

Luna stood, waiting, and when the pair finally came up for breath, she sighed. "Five minutes isn't a deal-breaker."

Flash grinned up at his dommy and then managed to slide back to his own seat, unfasten the belt, and slipped out of the car with all the grace of a ballet dancer—somehow. Gathering his dress around him, he leaned back down to wink at Thunderbass. "Let me know when we can go out again?" Only too late did Flash realize the angle gave Thunderbass a very good look at his chest.

"You got it, babe." Thunderbass waited for Flash to close the door and, with a flash of his lights, pulled out and was away.

Luna watched as Flash crossed the driveway toward her, then reached out with an arm to pull her boi into a cozy hug. "He was covered with your lipstick before you kissed."

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