//------------------------------// // Chapter Three // Story: Revelation // by Sandstorm Inkwell //------------------------------// “So. How long before that thing gives out again?” Dash asked as she flung herself onto her couch and looked at the human digging through her fridge. “Twilight said it'd last at least a year due to some science-y nonsense,” Jones replied. About a week after their return to Ponyville, Dash and Jones noticed a... predicament in their blooming relationship. Jones, being human and thus adhering to the laws of physics, could not walk on the condensed water vapor that was otherwise known as clouds. To fix this, Twilight had, at first, zapped Jones with the cloud-walking spell. However, with the increasing annoyance caused by his frequent visits... and by a near-death experience involving him falling through Rainbow's bed, Tyler and Twilight had decided to find a way to make the spell more long-term. To this effect, they had created a vambrace that Jones could wear to allow him to walk on, and manipulate, clouds to his whim. “Yeah, sounds like 'em,” Dash replied as she closed her eyes. A couple seconds later, she felt the pressure of the couch shift as Jones sat down by her rearhooves. The crunching of an apple was heard by the cyan pegasus. “So, you think that maybe we should take a shower?” Jones asked, flicking at some dried mud on Dash's rearleg. The pegasus shrugged without opening her eyes. “Why should we?” she asked, cracking an eye open to peek at the human. Seeing her looking at him, he shrugged much like she did. Snorting at the action, Dash closed her eyes, intent on listening to Jones munch on his apple. When the munching stopped, the only indication of her noticing it was a flick of an ear. “Jones, you're done alre-EEP!” Dash suddenly found herself on her stomach, her eyes wide open in shock and fear as multiple implications ran through her head. Did he finally snap? Is he having another flashback? Oh, dear Celestia... ...don't stop. Fingers scratched the top of Dash's head and her back where she couldn't reach. It felt amazing, and Jones knew it as he kept scratching. He smiled when he could hear the pleasure induced noises coming from the mare. “This never ceases to entertain me.” “S-s-shut...mmm...up!” growled out the mare in between moans. “Of course, there is that one spot...” Jones trailed off, shifting slightly without stopping his scratching, a mischievous grin on his face. “Y-you w-wouldn't...mmm...d-dare!” she said, trying but failing to glare at the human. Just as so, her voice, which she wanted to sound threatening, was one of pleasure. “Oh, I believe it's just a finger twitch down,” Jones continued, as if he didn't hear the mare. “J-Jones, if you doOOOOOOOOO!” Wings unfurled with a great swish as they shot out straight, Dash's left wing having to go up the back of the couch as it extended. Jones chuckled as he continued to scratch the spot right between the mare's wings. Then, suddenly, he stopped. Dash looked at him and Jones could see the disappointment she tried to hide behind anger. A grin that threatened to split his face in half was what she was met with. “Why'd you do that?” she asked, trying to get her wings under control. “Do what? Scratch your back or...” Jones leaned in closer, “Stop?” His tone caused her wings to stiffen again, “I...I think a shower sounds good.” “Preferably not cold,” Jones replied with a chuckle. /--\ Opening the door, I was met with the sound of somepony snoring. Someponies to be precise. Stepping inside, I motioned for Twilight to be quiet and follow. She looked at me in confusion until she heard the snoring and smiled, nodding. Both of us tip-toed our way through the house to Scootaloo's room, the origin of the noise. Considering that it was near midnight, the fact that she was asleep didn't necessarily surprise me. The fact that a friend was over did but that's what happened when your child was used to being self-sufficient and making decisions herself. Reaching her room, I opened her door as a soft purple glow illuminated the immediate area. Looking at Twilight, her horn lit, I opened the door further to reveal two ponies sleeping on the bed, on top of the covers. One was Scootaloo, the source of the snoring. Her head was resting on the back of the other pony, a pinto colt with a red bandanna on his head. I watched as Pipsqueak cracked an eye open when the purple light fell on the two. He turned to look at Twilight and me. “Shh, sleep little one,” Twilight cooed as she pushed me out of the room. I saw Pipsqueak's eyes close before Twilight closed the door and turned to me, a soft smile on her face. Wordlessly, afraid to wake the two, we trekked up to our own room. Once inside, we both turned to each other, soft smiles on our faces. “They're cute together,” Twilight commented as she moved to the bed and climbed under the covers. I felt a short stab of jealously at how she could just crawl into bed without having to take off clothes. Stripping down to my underwear, I set my clothes aside. “Aren't they a little young to think of them dating?” I asked as I climbed into bed beside her, instantly taking her in my arms. “Well, yes,” Twilight replied before giving me a peck on the lips, “but you can't deny that they are cute.” “I'll give ya that but when they call it dating, I'm still gonna make the point to explain to him that I will unleash the wrath of the gods should he mistreat her,” I stated, my smile and good mood making it seem more like a joke than what I wanted. “Hmm, I'm sure you will. Just remember, God of Vengeance, that we have to inform your precious princess of her sibling-to-be.” “Ah, yes. Well, that isn't until tomorrow. I vote on sleeping on it,” I said with a smirk. I watched the lovely purple mare in my hands as she rolled her eyes. “Seconded,” she said, surprisingly, before closing her eyes and snuggling closer to me. “Good night Tyler.” “Night Twi.”