Ponyville, Equestria | A Quiet Side-Street A Short Distance From Rambi's House

It's hard to get better weather than this, though that's thanks to the tireless efforts of the local weather brigade rather than luck. That's something Rambi is quick to remind Rick any time the topic comes up, no matter how much he rolls his eyes. The pair slowly cruise the quiet small-town streets, Rambi reminiscing about how much quieter the place was before all the attention to that big, shiny school sitting up on the hill, nearly visible at all times thanks to how most buildings around here never got taller than two stories. Something more like a Village+ than a town, but the activity around Ponyville had increased heavily in recent years, especially with the Portal being nearby. With the ease of access from Canterlot to Ponyville, it'd become a semi-popular destination to visit for outsiders Equus and Earth alike.

"Personally, I think you guys are just lucky you didn't get the Portal anytime earlier. Chinese tourists before their whole backlash thing? Hoo, terrible." Rick blows a raspberry, hands tucked in his jacket pocket as he kicks a rock, sending it tumbling down the path.

"I don't even know what a Chinese is, Rick, and I know that you're just being a racist shit again." Rambi scoffs, debating on punching him in the thigh. Watching him flinch as she lifts her foot is enough for her, and she lowers her hoof again, adjusting the collar on her own coat.

"Yeah, a little bit." Rick admits with a shrug, giving the pebble another punt forward, watching it tumble forward.

Rambi was a friend Rick had made when she came through the portal early into his college years, sharing a desk in one of the classes. Rick's incessantly annoying questions and bothering, as Rambi put it eventually lead her to tolerate his presence enough that they hung out outside of the school hours, too.

Or as normal people put it, they're friends of several years, having met in college and known the other for some time now.

"Seriously, though. As far as the whole tourism thing goes, this place already seems built for it." Rick comments.
"Not much in the way of downtown big-buildings or the like, but there's plenty to look at."

"Yeah, I guess. The School of Friendship kind of draws ponies and other species from all across Equus, which brings their families, which brings interest, combined with tourism... this place used to be a village when I was a filly." Rambi explains, the pair turning a side-street. It only goes on for a little bit, surrounded by small suburbian houses on each end before stopping entirely, the houses forming a vague U shape in this little residential corner, just one of many in the awkwardly-planned infrastructure of Ponyville. They cut between one of the houses, a familiar shortcut as they continue further towards the edge of town.

"Already seems bigger since the last time I was here... what was it, for Christmas?" Rick tries to remember, tsking loudly. Without much family to visit himself during the holidays, he'd typically go along with Rambi to visit hers instead.

"Yeah, seriously. Wonder if this place counts as a town or something, the way it keeps growing." Rambi glances behind them, though her face is growing more and more stern as they close in on their destination. This far out from the Ponyville center, the houses and homes stopped following proper zoning procedures, and were kind of just placed out wherever, a side effect of it's founding as Ponies took whatever land they could for themselves, until the expansion of the town caught up to them. It had yet to catch up here, though that might change in the coming years.

Nestled squarely in a little field, parted by a few trees, sat the pinnacle of what a cottage could be described eyes. Cozy cream-colored walls, a small wooden fence surrounding a garden growing numerous veggies and fruits, with a hay roof sputtering smoke from a chimney. Most of the outlying houses kept this kind of look, while the inner-town were beginning to shift to more city-style constructs.

Rambi's home, and their destination for this summer break. A familiar sight for both, and a home away from home for Rick, who could already smell the home cooking wafting from one of the half-closed window shutters.

Just as they reach the fence, Rick is torn from his day-dreaming of what food might be awaiting them. His jacket is roughly grabbed by a hoof, and Rick is pulled down face-level to Rambi, who sports furrowed, threatening glare.

"And REMEMBER." Rambunctious Rhetoric, or just Rambi as she prefers, pokes at him roughly. Her face almost comically contorted as her eyes try their best to burn a hole right through him, frowning so heavily that the creases on her face have creases. He's pretty used to seeing her like this, though he already knows why she's about ready to knock his shit in this time.

"Do. Not. Hit. On. My. Mom." She slowly spits, heavily enunciating every single word, to the point Rick could swear he saw venom drip from her teeth. Might just be spit, actually. Despite the threat, she's trying her best to stifle the muted blush creeping across her face. It's a weird topic.

Rick raises his hands in surrender, weakly trying to laugh it off.
"C'mon dude, I don't hit on your mom."

No dice. Rambi's frown doesn't even budge.
"Yes, you do. Seriously. I'm going to kick your shit in if you even look at her weirdly, Rick. I'm not kidding."

"Look, Rambi, I'm not trying to --"

"Don't care. Do not hit on my mom. Got it? Understood? Capishe?" Every question, another hard poke against Rick's chest, causing him to sway weirdly at the awkward angle Rambi is holding him at.

"...Yeah, got it." Rick relents, trying to seat Rambi's hoof away.

"Good." It sounds more like a threat than the rest of her words, but the frown finally falters. She finally releases him, letting him stumble back and smoothen out his jacket with a few pats. Rick takes a relieved breath, trying to make himself look at least a little more proper again.

The first time Rick came over for the holidays, Rambi hadn't even invited him. Rather, Rambi's mother had learned about her making a friend, something she apparently didn't have very many of growing up, so she made Rambi invite Rick over. Now, it's basically tradition for Rick to come over any time there's a gap in the school year. Or if Rambi heads home for any reason, Rambi drags Rick along just to avoid the torrent of questions about "Oh, where's your friend? I thought Rick was coming?" And so forth.

Rambi knocks several times, taking a step back.
"Mom? It's me." She calls out lazily. "...And Rick."

Rambi was the kind of mare who never grew out of her rebellious phase. Always wearing a big, thick jacket with her mane cut quite short, a disdainful look never quite left her face. Still, she was a solid friend when Rick needed her.

It's just... as of recent, a small schism has been forming between them. Something that had been growing with each recent visit. Rambi's pointed threats weren't exactly unfounded, though it wasn't Rick's intention.

"The door is unlocked! Come in!" They both hear from deeper inside the cottage. Rambi pops the door, trotting inside without waiting for Rick, who trails in after her.

...

While the apartment Rick stays in back on Earth might technically be home, this was the place he felt the most welcome. A place that actually felt lived in, like he was returning to something more than microwaved dinners and boring nights. Warm, soft colors decorated the little abode and it's high-density, but carefully organized clutter. All to Pony scale, of course, so Rick ducks his head low as he steps inside. The ceilings are tall enough that he doesn't have to duck, thankfully, but doorways were another thing entirely.

He always expected them to have those little barn stable doors, or like, saloon doors. But nope, proper doors with hooves to handle the door handles. Funny thing, that.

He can hardly hear the door click shut behind himself over the clopping of hooves on hardwood, Rambi tossing her jacket over the back of a living room chair. The place practically screamed cozy, with soft carpets covering everywhere that isn't the main entryway, cream-colors and soft greens on the chairs and couches, all styled like something right out of the nineteen-hundreds. Various paintings of distant places pepper the walls, with soft curtains covering each and every visible window. The place screams cottage core with every fiber of it's being, with shelves of doohickies and doodads that all liven the place up, with embroidered coasters topping every surface you might ever place a drink on.

"Hey, mom." Rambi peers through the distant doorway at the end of the hall, where the sound bowls clattering can be heard, all while Rick still fusses with his shoes. He tucks them in the corner, something that was viewed oddly when he first started staying over (taking off ones hooves was a novel concept), was still a habit he kept.

There's a quiet exchange that he can't quite make out, until Rambi looks back towards Rick, frowning.
"...Yeah, he's here too." She mutters, rolling her eyes and entering the kitchen.

Following after her, it only takes a moment to cross the quaint house, before he's ducking inside the kitchen after Rambi, where the tantalizing smell of something baked and delicious is it's strongest. A well-used, equally well stocked kitchen rounds the walls, almost one to one with kitchens back on Earth. Though, without electricity, things were either manual or cleverly powered with some kind of crystal, like the fridge. Most of that stuff went over his head, but that wasn't his focus right now.

Rambi is sat at the little table that tables up the corner, away from the counters, stove and other cooking goodies, head leant on her hoof in boredom. Meanwhile, the kitchens other occupant spins around from the stove, deftly kicking it shut with a back hoof.
"Oh, Ricky! You're here!"

Rigorous Cheer, or simply Ms Cheer as Rick politely calls her -- a compromise of still adding a little respect, despite her preference for not using her full name, and his refusal to simply call her Cheer -- greets him cheerfully, if a touch bashfully. A bit of an odd name, but their family had a history of having some interesting naming conventions. In Ms Cherry's case, though he hadn't quite heard the story himself, apparently her name is a bit of a amalgamation from her youth, and her birth name. But even as a fully grown mare, she's hardly taller than his waist, requiring that she looks up towards Rick. One of her hooves fidgets with the front of her apron, trying to clean it off. A pure, enthused smile sprinkled by a soft flush permeating her snout. Rick knows she doesn't mean to, considering by her own admission she rarely wears any makeup, but her eyelashes bat softly at him as she trots towards him.

He couldn't tell if the cutie-mark that displayed a small assortment of baked goods, or the well-used and flour-stained apron better showed just how much of a baking fiend that Rambi's mom really was. Much like Rambi, she had a penchant for wearing and enjoying clothes. Unlike Rambi, they didn't tend to be jackets or thick coats, but rather aprons, sweaters, and blouses were all things that Rick had seen her wearing. Today was no different, a gentle combination of green tying together the bow in her auburn, sun-glinting braided mane, the green apron that sat overtop her light undershirt, and the subtle green of her eyes. She looked like an older, more mature Rambi, with the same color hair, and the same color fur. They're almost identical outside of choice of style, even sharing the same eye color. You know, that difference in style where she didn't feel the urge to tell the world to fuck itself each morning, unlike Rambi. Even her tail was meticulously braided, something Rick knows would've taken her quite some time.

"Hey, Miss Cheer. Thanks for having me over again." Ricky can't help but smile, arms outstretched. He's already well aware of her intentions, and it'd be rude not to meet them.

"Oh, you don't need to thank me, Ricky. You know you're always welcome here. And please! Enough with the Miss, you're making me feel old." She giggles, lifting herself up onto her hind legs, and practically falling into his embrace as she wraps her hooves over his shoulders, pulling him in tightly and closely. A long, content sigh escapes her as their bodies meet, holding the other tightly.

Her snout hovers close to his ear, her tone soft and quiet.
"Just call me Cheer, will you? You'd make this mare quite happy if you did." She hums, pulling away just enough to look him in the eyes, smiling.

"Um..." Rick swallows hard, having great difficulty meeting her startingly expectant gaze. Her head tilts ever so slightly, ears flickering as she maintains a silent, subtle pressure.
"Sure thing... Cheer." He manages.

Rambi coughs loudly from the table, interrupting the pair. She's already trying to bore a hole right through Rick, glaring from her spot at the table. Ms Cheer hops back down, the smile never leaving her face.
"What, did you want a hug too, Rambi?"

"Mom." She groans, hoof to face.

"Am I not allowed to be excited, having my daughter and her friend home?" Ms Cheer playfully counters, slipping back over to the stove to check on the tray she'd taken out moments prior.
"Have a seat, Ricky. Let me make you a plate, I'm sure you and Rambi are starving!"

"Yeah, sure. Thanks, Ms--uh. Thanks, Cheer?" Rick tries after a quick stutter. The choice of using her first name practically has Ms. Cheer beaming, tail excitedly swishing back and forth in the air as she hums. But as Rick sits at the table, he can feel the radiating, malicious presence sitting beside him that leaves his hair on end.

"Rick." He hears a hissing whisper, but tries to ignore it, scratching his cheek.

He starts to whistle.

"Rick." He hears again, through the grinding of teeth. Swallowing hard, he slowly glances over, already squinting.

"Hey, what'sup Rambi?" He tries to play off. No dice, she's pissed with a capital P. "Smells good, don't it?"

"I thought I told you something very specific, Rick. Something at the door, that you agreed to." She whispers, a hoof pressing firmly to the top of the table.

"Dude, I swear to you, I'm not trying to. I'm just trying to be polite." Rick insists, tapping the table like it helps his insistence.

"Since when do you call my mother by her first name?" She's heavily suspicious, and unlikely to let any little thing go unnoticed or unquestioned.

"She asked me to. I swear it." Rick claims, hoping his i'm-very-innocent expression assists in his defense.

Rambi stares at him for a long, quiet moment, only her brow furrowed over so slightly more than it already is. Which, considering how hard she's already frowning, is kind of impressive.

"... Remember." Is all she mutters, crossing her hooves and sitting back.

Right on time, as two piping-hot plates of brownie are placed in front of them, still steaming. How she carried two plates at once, Rick has no clue.
"Here you two are, I hope this can tide you over before I get something proper in your stomachs."

"...Dessert before lunch?" Rambi questions suspiciously, poking at the plate with her fork. "Since when have you ever done that?"

"Well, I can hardly leave you and Ricky smelling it the entire time while I work on something else, now can I?" Ms. Cheer smiles sweetly, heading over to the fridge.
"Milk with that?"

The promise of a tasty treat seems to satisfy her curiosity enough, Rambi settling in to help her fill. Still, even as words don't make their way out of her, Rick can still feel the glare to the side of his face, ever judging his every action while in their home.

Inversely, a rather content Ms. Cheer happily takes the seat directly beside Rick once she's served a glass of milk to each of her visitors, partaking in a little plate of brownie for herself.

While Rambi stares at Rick, watching his every reaction to Ms. Cheer and her unusual proximity with a careful and suspicious eye, she's entirely unaware of the unsupervised hoof that Rick feels slowly caress his leg under table. It takes every ounce of Rick's being to play it off, trying to distract himself with pleasant conversation, all while Ms. Cheer only smiles, side-eyeing Rick and enjoying his muted reactions.

"So, Rambi! What have you been up to on Earth? How's your schooling going?" Cheer excitedly asks, leaning forward on one hoof.

While the other slowly traces up Rick's thigh, in teasingly slow circles. He swallows hard. The entire conversation, she doesn't stop, tracing his teasing just out of sight.

...

After an enjoyable, if painfully distracting dessert, Ms. Cheer whipped up a quick lunch of a few varieties of sandwich. Stacked on a plate, the trio took to the living room, rather than the kitchen table for comfort. Rambi happily sunk into one of the chairs, while Ms. Cheer took another, giving Rick the couch to himself, considering how he was sized to the furniture. Even without being sat beside her, Rick could still see the suggestive stare that permeats from the older mare.

"Yeah. Overall, school is lame." Rambi huffs loudly, wrapping up a long rant about how boring her courses are despite her high grades, and her desire to do something more exciting, like sports.

"That's what jobs are for, honey. You work something you can tolerate, so you can spend the money you make on the things you enjoy. Just don't let your work consume all your free time." Ms. Cheer offers without skipping a beat, finally pulling her eyes from Rick, in the form of surprisingly sage advice as she drinks from a fresh cup of tea. Seriously, this mare was a whiz at producing food. He never even saw her set up, or pour the kettle. All Rick knew is he helped carry the platter of sandwiches to the coffee table, and a cup of tea was already placed out for them.

"Yeah? Like your hobbies, mom?" Rambi tries to zing back, but Rick has never seen one of Rambi's comments bother her mother. Effortlessly, she's already reminiscing, thinking of days of old.

"Ah, yes. What was it... hoofball, I believe?" Ms. Cheer hums in thought behind her cup, sipping quietly.

"Seriously?" Rick raises a brow.

"Sure! I was in the mare's team for my school. I had my fun, but other opportunities opened themselves up. But, that's enough about this mare... Ricky, how's your schooling been going? If I remember correctly, you're working on a Biology degree, correct?" She shifts topics, setting her cup down on the table and resting her front-hooves... on her back hoof, which she slowly crosses one over the other. He's got no idea how she's sitting like that, but the apron tucks in against her curves, providing little for the imagination.

"Well..." Rick coughs, averting his gaze -- he can already feel Rambi's glare shifting towards him just for looking in her mother's direction. "For my thesis, I am studying foreign bacteria and including a lofty recount of similarities to local species. I'm trying to work out what career I'd like to pursue, but I'm still not certain. There's a lot of options. I might just get my degree and start putting myself out there."

Both Rambi and Ms. Cheer's attention snaps at him, for two very different reasons. Rambi looks like she's about to witness an inevitable car crash, while a smile of pure opportunity slips onto Ms. Cheer's face.

"Ri--" Rambi goes to start, but a moment to late, as Ms. Cheer leans forward, eagerly engaging.
"Foreign bacteria? Like... inter-portal foreign?" She eggs on, side-eyeing her daughter as Rambi fumes, failing in her attempt to stow her mothers interest.

"Yes, actually. The idea was started by a Professor Schtutes, who realized that if so much of our worlds are similar, 'so should be the building blocks', as he put it. I wanted to test his theory and take some samples from this side, though I'm still working out the logistics with the college." Ricky continues. This is all stuff that Rambi has heard before, but Ms. Cheer excitedly sits forward, hanging on to every word. He can't tell if it's because she's genuinely interested in the topic, or if something else has caught her interest.

"Well, if you ever need a place to stay while you handle your research on this side of things, you've always got a place here, Ricky. You don't always have to come along with Rambi to say hello." She hums cheerfully, smiling.

"That... is very kind of you, Ms. Cheer. I'll let you know how things go with the grant. Having a host family should be an advantage to help push it forward." Rick nods, appreciative. It would certainly make things a lot easier.

"My only rule is that you're dropping the Ms, Ricky. I've told you, just Cheer is fine." The playful smile widens, one if her back hooves slowly jostling in the air.

Rambi rolls her eyes, returning to her drink with a tentative interest, sticking her tongue out at the taste. Tea wasn't quite her speed. Rambi preferred things that were carbonated. Something Ms. Cheer is quick to pick up on, a rare expression taking her face as she sits up.

"You know... Rambi, you're old enough for this kind of thing now, and I want to give you something that shows I... respect your autonomy." Cheer explains, glancing over as she slides off the chair, trotting over to the cabinet in the corner, and opens one of the lower drawers.
"And, helps celebrate your progress. I think you deserve it. Oh, and Ricky can have some too!"

"Huh?" Rambi glances over, curious. She sets the tea down, her mother's odd behavior catching her interest once more. And, thankfully, distracting Rambi from how Rick is treated to an ample rear-view of a tail-swishing strut from Ms. Cheer as she crosses the living room.

Ms. Cheer produces something Rick was not expecting. A bottle of wine.

Rambi's eyes widen in excitement, practically hanging off the edge of her chair.
"Seriously?!" She exclaims, absolutely stoked at the idea. What better validation for a rebellious spirit than the taboo spirits?

Rick remains silent as he quietly sips his tea, trying to put as much of any other liquid that he can in his system. The side-eye that Ms. Cheer slips him as she presents the bottle has Rick suspicious of the real reason she's breaking something like that out.

...

Rambi, to her credit, did her best. But alcohol was never really in her usual list of tasty treats that she took to enjoying, so after a glass and some, the rosy-nosed Pony was passed out in the chair, curled up in a half-circle, snoring against the armrest.

Which left only Rick, and Ms. Cheer. Who, following her daughters sudden slumber, shifted over to join Rick on the only furniture that properly let him sit comfortably. The couch. If Rick didn't know better, he'd say this was an extremely tactical choice by Ms. Cheer to isolate the situation, and to cleverly remove Rambi from the situation in a way she'd never disapprove of.

On her second glass, Ms. Cheer carefully balances the half-full drink between her hooves, leaning heavily against Rick's arm. A long, wistful sigh escapes her as she rests her head on his shoulder, humming with content. Rick clutches his own, barely touched glass. Not for a lack of effort, but wine just had a certain punch to it that he wasn't looking for, though he took a few polite sips as not to waste.

... No, that was totally her plan. The look she keeps slipping him, while Rambi softly snores in the background, is anything but innocent despite her attempts to appear so. This is one devious mare.

"Thank you for being friends with Rambi. I know she has... difficulties when it comes to dealing with Ponies. Or people, even, and she can be rough to get along with. But I know she's a lot happier when you're around." It's a quiet, appreciative thanks that Rick can only nod to.

"Sure. She's been there for me, and she wears her heart on her sleeve. She cares for you quite a lot." Rick nods along. Rambi is definitely... an acquired taste when it came to friendship, but she's undoubtedly been there for him. That's why this part always feels so... odd.

"She has trouble showing it, but she's sweet. Rambi's always been so protective of me after her fathers passing... she was so young when it happened. It's good that she has such a respectable male figure in her life, now." Another compliment paid his way, and another inch of his personal space intruded upon by a tipsy, shapely mare whose only intent is to have as much of her fur, touching his skin as possible.

Quiet silence takes the living room, Cheer simply enjoying Rick's warmth as she nuzzles against his arm. Other than Rambi's occasional odd noise, and the muted sounds of nature outside the window as birds peruse the spilt seed in the yard, it's just Rick, Cheer, and their differently paced breathing. Until she takes a sharp inhale, catching Rick's attention.

"I used to be in the Canterlot Guard, before I had Rambi. Have I ever told you that?" She suddenly states, staring into the rippling surface of the crimson liquid of her glass.
"Don't know if I've kept my form since then... best shape of my life. Adorned in steel, bearing the shield. Now I'm... hm." She hums, and Rick can't quite tell what kind it is. She's pensive, contemplating something quietly, but he can't quite figure out what.

"You're 'hm'?" Rick questions. He's pretty sure Rambi told him once or twice that Ms. Cheer had a pretty drastic rebellious phase in her youth, as if inspiration for Rambi's perpetual phase she hasn't quite kicked yet. To spite her cutie mark, she took up a heavy interest in sports, which lead to a stint working in the Canterlot Guard. Imagining Ms. Cheer in a full set of armor, well-muscled and stern-faced certainly isn't helping when she's already sitting so close to him.

She purses her lips, glancing herself over before offering an answer he wasn't expecting.
"How do I look, Ricky? I don't think I've let myself go too much, have I?"

She scoots over slightly in her seating almost presenting herself and her underbelly as she leans back against the couch. Again, she's dressed in an undershirt and an apron, so there's hardly anything to perversely gleam. Just a self-conscious, older mare with curves she's got no idea she has.

"I..." Rick's mouth purses, looking to the sleeping Rambi. He's really not trying to, he promises. But it's kind of hard not to.
"...Think you're beautiful, Cheer. Nothing wrong with letting yourself get comfortable after keeping up what I'm sure is some pretty hefty workout regimes." He tries to word. It's hard to tell a mare he's perfectly attracted to her plumping up, especially since Ms. Cheer happens to have done so around the hips, without sounding demeaning.

Lucky for him, she seems more focused on the first half of his sentence, looking up to him and smiling softly. She's definitely tipsy, but she holds her alcohol far better than Rambi does.
"Beautiful, huh?"

It's not really a question, as Cheer sets her glass down. Then, she surprises him as she reaches for his, setting it down beside hers.
"...Sweet Celestia, I've missed you Rick. You really need to visit more often." She suddenly states, turning around and lifting herself over him. His eyes widen as she uses the couch for support, before promptly sitting directly on his lap, keeping herself in place with her hips, legs clamping tight against his.

"Oop-- Cheer..."

"So..." Her hoof slowly traces circles on his chest, her back-legs tightening against his waist as she straddles his lap.
"Since Rambi, poor thing, is fast asleep, I think we can leave her to rest. Nothing wrong with a midday nap, and I'm sure traversing the portal and traveling all the way here from Canterlot is quite is tiring. But, that means you've probably got some strain you're under yourself hm? Perhaps I can help ease your aches with... something, or... other activities."
Each word is practically dripping with barely-restrained sensuality, her half-lidded stare having grown relatively lethal now that Rick's only form of a safety net, Rambi's watchful gaze, had been challenged into a self-driven tipsy slumber.

That's the not-so-unfortunate truth of the matter that Rick had difficulty telling Rambi. He wasn't the one hitting on Rambi's mom. Ms. Cheer was the one that had taken a keen interest in Rick some time ago, and the two had been... participating in particular, private events for a while. Sorry Rambi, he tried resisting for as long as he could, but the straining member in his pants could only resist the carnal call of a lonely, motherly mare that desired him for so long. Ms. Cheer knew what she wanted, and she wasn't exactly subtle in her approach.

"Where can I have you this time?" She purrs, pressing her nose to his. She's never exactly been quiet about her interests, and while she was bashful during their first, more carnal interactions, Rick's returned interest only inspired the lonely mare to grasp him firmly, and never quite let him go. Cheer is more than aware of the effect she's having on him, slowly grinding her hips against him, rubbing herself against the tenting member in his pants, the nature of the action politely hidden behind her apron as it drapes itself over his waist.
"Keeping me waiting since Hearth's Warming... a mare gets lonely, don't you know?"

She's using him as support, gyrating herself against him with firm, long rotations that grind her hips firmly against his, both of their breathing growing more labored as she works both herself and Rick up.

"Sorry... I do try to visit more often, but college has been keeping me busy." Ricky admits, expecting a poor response. Instead, her hoof gently cups his cheek, smiling at him.

"I admire how dedicated you are to your studies, Ricky... proper dedication is a rare thing in a colt." She says, offering gentle, kind affirmations. "I'm proud of you. And, my prior offer does still... mnh, buck. Hold on." She mutters, pausing for a moment and re-adjusting herself, pressing his growing bulge directly against herself.
"Nnh... there we go. My... offer." She continues, grinding harder as her words become strained, and intermingled with soft gasps. "It still stands. If you want to research your subject around here, I'd gladly host you. Celestia knows I wouldn't mind having a certain somepony to help warm my bed each night... though I do promise not to distract you from your studying..."
She smiles softly.
"Too often." She quietly adds, leaning forward. Her lips hover just over his, tantalizing as they share a tea-flavored breath, held in a suspended tease.

"That..." Rick starts to respond, his lips brushing against hers as she wobbles slightly in place. They're ungodly soft, and ever so slightly glossed as her bottom lip pouts, practically begging for it, tempting him to make the first move like she isn't already working him through his pants.
"I might have to take you up on that." He barely manages, before he trails a hand up Cheer's back, urging her forward and closer. The long-desired contact is finally made, as wet lips meet in a furious kiss that has her pushing him back against the couch, hooves firmly pressed to his shoulders. He can feel the bangs of her mane brush his face, her tongue already pressing pas the ever-shifting barrier of his lips, seeking his in desperation.

He can tell by the way she whimpers quietly into his mouth between ragged gasps, just how patiently she's been while waiting for him. How difficult it's been, and how badly she needs him now.

"Say... mmn... Ricky." She manages between heavy breaths, barely pulling away.
"Why don't you just stay with me when college is over?"

"Cheer..." Rick huffs, catching his breath.

"I know it's sudden, but I miss having you around Rick. You and Rambi make this place actually feel like home." She continues leaning against him as her hoofs fumble down to his pants, awkwardly trying to unclasp the buttons.
"And I'd love to have any excuse to keep you closer."

Kind of hard to properly weigh the pros and cons of such a thing when there's a needy mare trying to get into your pants. He places his hands over her hooves, stopping her.

"Hold on, Cheer. Let's go upstairs, yeah?" He whispers, glancing at Rambi.

She nods, looking behind herself to get down off of him. Instead, Rick leans forward, using his arms to scoop her up and pin her against his chest, carrying her. Cheer's eyes widen in a barely-stifled surprise as she's lifted off the ground, a light giggle escaping her.

"I figured you were strong Ricky, but you didn't need to show off..." She mutters, casting him a playful look as he creeps around the coffee table. She's clinging tightly to him, definitely enjoying the princess treatment.

The second floor of Cheer's home is smaller, consisting only of a pair of bedrooms, and a hallway closet. Quietly and carefully climbing the steps, all while trying to ignore the needy mare that's enjoying the close proximity, Cheer gets the door for him as they step into her bedroom, shutting the door.

It's a cute little room, primarily taken up by the bed and the standing dresser. Green is definitely her favorite color, going by the sheets that cover the bed, and the curtains that barely let any light in. Slowly, Rick settles Cheer down on the mattress -- but before he can fully let her go, she grabs his jacket by the collar giggling to herself as she rolls backwards, flat on her back. The motion pulls Rick with her forcing his to prop himself up with his arms as he's dragged overtop of her, holding himself just above her excitedly wriggling form. There's a mischievous smile beneath the fervent flush on her face.

"Goodness... look at you, Ricky." Her back legs rub against each-other in anticipation, neck craving back, as if inviting him.

Wordlessly, Rick leans down, lips meeting the soft fur of her neck as he buries himself, tenderly kissing what he can. A content hum escapes Cheer as her hooves wrap up and over his shoulders, keeping him pulled closely.

While she might have been wearing an undershirt and an apron, Ms. Cheer had little beyond the frilly apron itself to cover her lower regions. Something she was hardly subtle about.

"Are you going to get those pants off and rut me already, or what?" She whispers in his ear, before nibbling his lobe. Rick couldn't decide between needy or impatient, though she might just be both. Either way, Rick props himself up with one arm, fiddling with the button of his pants with the other until he's managed to tug them just enough out of the way. Cheer watches eagerly, peering underneath Rick as his half-hard member is flopped out from the confines of his underwear, firmly slapping against her stomach. A shiver runs up her spine, biting her lip.

"Are you, uh..."

Before Rick can even say anything, he can feel her back-hooves brace against his legs, her face leveling out to stare at his. Her breathing is faster as her excitement grows, her confidence soaring as she keeps firm eye-contact.
"Ricky, dear. I'm soaked. I've been thinking about you the moment I heard you were coming to visit. Try not to keep me waiting any longer?"

His cock slides down her stomach, pressing against her slicked entrance. To her credit, she wasn't lying. On the first testing thrust, Rick nearly slips right in. Cheer makes an adorable noise as his tip bumps against her, clearly growing more excited.

So as not to disappoint, Rick shuffles himself around to line himself up, before slowly working his hips forward. An awaiting, wet grip meets his member as she pushes himself inside, grunting as Cheer trembles underneath him, the mare letting out a stuttered gasp as he pushes inside.

"B-buck!" She grunts, latching around him firmly. His hips meet against the soft, plush fur of Ms. Cheer's as she takes him in fully.

"You okay?" Rick asks softly.

"J-just... I forget how big you are." She manages, smiling.
"Let me just... feel you for a moment."

She let's out a surprised giggle as she feels him twitching inside her, skin to fur, hips to hips. Giving themselves time to adjust, holding the other in a tight embrace.

"Okay... I think I'm good. Just take it slow." Cheer finally says, patting his back softly.

"You sure?"

"Ricky, dear. It's very sweet that you keep checking on me. But if I say buck me so hard that we ruin the mattress, I want you to do exactly that. Understood?" She teases, kissing his face.

Rick swallows hard, nodding. He pushes his mouth firmly against Cheer's, surprising her. In the same motion, he slowly draws himself out of her, enjoying the quiet moan she makes into his mouth as pauses just short of fully exiting her. Then, just as slow, he pushes himself back into her folds, until their hips bump against each other, lips still firmly locked. Or, as much as they can be, between their grunts, moans and gasps for breath.

She's warm, and her fur smells like the treats she's spent all afternoon baking. Her grip around him is sturdy, urging him with each twitch to keep going as he starts to pick up the pace.

It's getting harder for Cheer to keep kissing him, her mouth agape as she gasps each time he plunges fully inside her, a wet smack dulled by her fur every time they connect.

Rick tries to restrain himself to keep it slowly, but the way that Cheer keeps looking at him, desperately trying to meet his lips with sloppy, poorly aimed kisses that often just reduce to gasping for breath only furthers his desire. It doesn't take long before he's roughly pistoning in and out of her, the bed creaking with every hard thrust that pushes him into her welcoming, warm depths.

Track of time is lost as they focus on each-other, hands and hooves doing their best to awkwardly explore the others body despite the rough fucking that's making an absolute mess of the bed, several pillows already on the floor, Cheer's braid starting to come undone.

"M-my legs..." She mutters, catching his attention. Rick slows, looking to her with concern.
"Sorry. They're just... this is a lot, Ricky. My hips are getting sore." She half-laughs, half whispers, taking the slow of their pace to catch her breath.

"Do you want to stop?" Rick asks, but she vehemently shakes her head.
"...Flip over?" Rick instead offers.

Judging by the way she bites her lip, the idea of having Rick mount her from behind in the same rugged fashion is certainly appealing.

"I... yeah, okay. Just give me a moment..." Cheer goes to try and untangle herself, but squeaks in surprise as Rick's hands grab her waist. Slowly, he pulls himself out of her, eliciting a gasp -- before grabbing one of her back hooves, picking her up, and flipping her over for her.

"H-holy..." Cheer gasps.

"Too much?" Rick asks softly, kissing behind her ear as Cheer tries to settle, now on her stomach. Her legs are pressed together, front hooves curved against her barrel, back hooves extended and giving Rick an ample view of the thick hips rump he'd been burying himself in moments prior.

"Hot as buck... keep going." She urges, craving her neck forward and gasping, mouth agape. In the same breath, Rick grabs her rear, sinking his fingers deep into the jiggly flesh as he toys with her, teasing as he starts to line himself up again.

One hand holding himself off the bed, knees to brace, Rick's other hand gently courses through the scalp of Cheer's mane, grabbing a handful of her hair carefully, but tightly.

"O-oh~OoUugh!" Cheer's loudly moans, Rick pressing his eager member back inside the moment he can. This time, his deep thrust elicits a much louder slap, his hips now meeting a thick and ample rear that jiggles with every thrust.

Rather than start slow, he picks up exactly at the same pace they had just stopped on, loud claps as Rick practically buries Cheer into the bed with each deep insertion, bottoming out every time. Cheer is a slobbering mess, face only held up by Rick's firm grasp on her mane. Pounding deep into her, each of Rick's grunts match each of Cheer's garbled moans, both cheeks well red from the rough treatment.

He can feel her grip on him tighten as he continues without pause, eager to feel every warm inch of her that he can take, to feel the loud, wet slap of his hips meeting her thick rump. Especially in this position, with the noises she's making, Rick can feel himself getting closer.

He leans down, pressing himself against Cheer's back, practically covering her as he starts to piston at an all too fast, unsustainable speed.

"Cheer, I-I'm getting close." He grunts in her ear. The moment he does, they fold back, her grip on him tightening even further as she partially snaps out of her stupor.

"B-buck. Inside. Now." She demands, awkwardly twisting to meet his lips. He wraps an arm around here holding her face in place so their tongues can awkwardly try to intertwine, in the best attempt of kissing that either are capable in this moment of swelling, carnal passion.

Rick grunts, gasping loudly as he hits his limit. He plunges himself as deep inside of Cheer as he can, startling her as hick cock twitches, erupting inside of her. Her legs clamp shut, hooves pawing at the bed as she bites the sheets, moaning loudly through shut teeth as her holy body starts twitching.

Rick keels over, gasping heavily as he tries not to just lay directly on top of Ms. Cheer and crush her, though the wobblyness of his arms certainly isn't helping.

"O-oh...Ricky, that was..." Cheer slowly gasps out, her barrel rising and falling heavily, trying to twist around to look at him from over her shoulder.

A creaking door has both their eyes flash wide open, tearing them from the sweaty afterglow of their moment.

"Hey, Mom... have you seen... What? Mom? RICK?!" A wide-eyed Rambi stammers, already at a loss for words as she stands in the open doorway.

Startled, Rick flinches back, his member slipping wetly out of Cheer and twitching in the cold air, tip still dribbling -- as not-so-ladylike moan slips out of Cheer, before she quickly clamps her mouth shut with her hooves.

Rambi dry-heaves at the sight breaking eye-contact immediately.

Rambi blinks several times, before rubbing her face, groaning loudly. She's still not looking, facing the wall.
"...How long?"

"...A while." Rick quietly admits.

"Seriously? Mom?"

"Rambi, dear" Cheer tries to position herself in a less than demeaning pose, but considering the circumstance, it's an impossible task.
"... You know that... as a mare, I have... certain needs." Cheer tries to explain, but that only gets another noise uttered from Rambi.

"Mom, gross. Do not give me that shit when you've got Rick's cock-- ugh, ew. Nope. Talk downstairs later. I need a minute." Bambi stomps out of sight, leaving the embarrassed pair amidst their sweat and fluids on the messy bed.

Cheer let's out a heavy sigh, face thumping down on the mattress.
"...Buck." She mumbles, muffled in the sheets.

"Well, she could have taken it a lot worse." Rick carefully maneuvers himself around Cheer, laying down on his back beside her.
"It was kind of inevitable, either way."

"Sorry if I was a bit much, Ricky. I get a little lonely in this empty house is all. Rambi rarely visits beyond holidays, and..." Ms. Cheer sighs, brushing her mane out of her face as she looks away, embarrassed. "I shouldn't really be acting out like that at my age. I shouldn't be pushing things onto you like that. Now things with Rambi are going to be..."

"When you asked if I'd stay with you when I finished my courses... did you mean it?" Rick asks quietly.

It takes her a moment, but quietly, Cheer nods.

Rick carefully takes her chin, guiding her face up towards his. He leans down, cupping her cheek as he softly kisses her startled lips, pulling her against himself and holding her tightly. Her eyes widen at the contact, and she almost seems ashamed by it, but she eagerly presses against him, hooves folded in against his chest.

It's only when Rick pulls away that he smiles, stroking the fur of her face tenderly.
"Okay then, Cheer. Give me time to finish, and I will. I'm not too sure about how moving over here works, but we'll figure it out."

The answer seems to surprise her, Cheer only staring at him, at his face, for a long moment. Then a sniffle escapes her, the edges of her eyes starting to water.
"Ricky... you don't have to..." Sister tries to offer him an out, even after all this, but he only smiles.

"Just wait for me, alright? You won't be lonely for long." Rick reassures her, and that crumbles the insecure walls that Cheer had been building around herself. She wraps herself around him, nodding as she buries her face into his shoulder.

"And, uh... let's clean up before we talk to Rambi." Rick pats her rump, getting a giggle out of Cheer.

"Good idea." She tries to move, legs clamped together. It's kind of funny.
"Goodness, Rick, you filled me up. I'm trying not to drip everywhere..." She mumbles, awkwardly lowering herself from the bed, legs wobbling as she stands.

"I do alright?"

"Ricky, I didn't recognize half the noises I made. Yes, you dumb colt, you did good."

"Nice."

...

Later, Rick and Cheer sat Rambi down to explain to her the full length of their relationship. She didn't seem happy about it... but she didn't seem surprised by it either, mostly just holding her face in her hooves, groaning loudly. She had her suspicions, but the worst part of it was just walking in on it. She demanded that they don't get up to anything like that when she's in the house, asleep or not.

The smile that Cheer had whenever she was close to Rick seemed like the most impactful thing to Rambi, as she eventually sits back, rolling her eyes. Despite how fucking weird it was for her, she knew Rick wasn't a bad guy, and her mom being happy seemed to make tolerating this whole thing a little bit easier. Only a little. She made sure to let Rick know it was fucking weird, though, and that he could tell absolutely NO-ONE that he was intimate with Rambi's mother.

"Fine, whatever. Just don't make this weird. I'm not calling you Dad or some shit so don't even fucking ask." Rambi relents, before shutting down the rest of the conversation. She needed some time, but Rick was happy their friendship hadn't been damaged.

She never quite put it into nicer words after that, but Cheer would tell Rick how she noticed Rambi would come home more often once the two had actually moved into together at Cheer's comfortable little home.

Waking up each morning to her smiling face, helping her tie up her mane and helping her around the kitchen before taking off for another day of procuring and studying local samples, as chipping towards his eventual thesis... Rick found himself surprised. He wasn't as excited for wrapping up school or what kind of future he might make for himself with his research. He found himself more excited at the prospect that he was ever closer to moving in with Cheer, her kind, bashful smile his phone background, a quiet motivator through his days.

Author's Note

enraged by the motherfucker

another potential mom render

My ass trying not to fall too far behind the challenge I'm already behind on and then I feel like writing a fat porn chapter, oops, Sorry I just like single moms