//------------------------------// // 28. Congratulations! It's a Reptile! :: T/Co // Story: Kaidan's Short Stories: Vol. 1 - Teen // by Kaidan //------------------------------// Tank and Gummy take their romance to the next level. {Teen} {Comedy} {Slice of Life} Tank landed in the grass and watched her owner trot over to her friends. The helicopter contraption had a quick release, which she slowly activated. This wasn’t her first pony-pet play date, so she had gotten used to being left alone to spend some time with her own friends. At the top of the hill Opal was chasing Owlowiscious, who occasionally would swoop back and scare her off. Spike and his pet phoenix were taking turns lighting sticks on fire. Angel was busy making angry gestures at Winona, who responded by licking him and getting him covered in dog saliva. Finally, Tank found her special somereptile, Gummy. He was Pinkie’s pet and the two had spent almost every excursion to the park together. Tank made her way over to the rock Gummy was resting on. She could feel the heat from the rock as she climbed on top of it. Gummy woke up and noticed Tank approaching. He quickly began to do push-ups to impress her. Once he had done a few dozen, he licked his eyes to make sure they were clean and joined her on the rock. They nuzzled affectionately on the rock and watched as Dash giving Twilight a flying lesson. As the warmth from the rock heated them up, Tank began to feel frisky. Gummy watched as she began to crawl towards the edge of the rock and sighed, wondering where she was headed. As the only two reptiles he had often hoped to get Pinkie to confess her feelings for Dash, so they’d move in together. Then, Gummy could spend even more time with Tank. Unfortunately, no matter how many times Gummy leapt out of Pinkie’s hair and latched onto Dash, Gummy’s owner just hadn’t caught on. Tank thought for a minute, and realized she hadn’t exactly seen another tortoise in her life. With a sigh, she figured that meant the blunt approach was her only option. She lifted her stubby tail up and tilted her shell. With her neck fully extended, she managed to slowly smirk and give Gummy a “come hither” look. Gummy wasn’t sure he was seeing this right, and licked his eyes to make sure they were clean. Tank had just presented herself to him. He knew that finally they had a chance to be together, so he walked over to her. Tank was built sturdy, and gave Gummy plenty of room to climb on. For the slow tortoise, every moment of bliss seemed to extend for ages as her and Gummy consummated their love. The two hurried to finish their deed and enjoy the afterglow, not knowing when their owners or another pet would come interrupt them. After a few minutes, the deed was done. Gummy climbed off and went to lick Tank’s face. The two began to kiss, though given the size difference of their mouths it would be more accurate to say Gummy was sucking on Tank’s head. After they had finished the two fell asleep on the rock together. Several months later… Dash tapped a foot impatiently. “Pinkie! I need to talk to you!” “Coming, Dashie!” Pinkie trotted across her room and opened the door. “Heya, Dash! What’s up?” “Yeah, you and Gummy have some explaining to do. I found this hatching in my living room!” Dash opened her saddlebag and pulled a few alligators out by the tail. Pinkie gasped, as she saw several young alligators with shells on their back. “They look like half-turtle, half-crocodile!” “Don’t you mean half-tortoise half-alligator?” Dash corrected. “Po-tate-o, po-taught-o. So, who’s the father?” Pinkie inquired. Dash sighed and hit her head with her hoof. “Really, Pinkie? It’s Gummy!” She ran across the room and trotted back over with her pet. “Look, you have babies! Congratulations!” Dash put Tank on the floor, who shot Gummy a knowing look. They began to crawl under Pinkie’s bed together while the two ponies were distracted discussing what to do with the four new baby tortoisgators. “Well, sometimes opposites attract, Dashie, like you and me!” Pinkie explained. “I don’t plan to have any babies with you. This is about why our pets are. you know… doing ‘it.’” “Probably because it feels good to have a special somepony? Haven’t you ever wanted somepony to make you feel good, to spend time with, and go home to every day?” “Maybe I thought about it a little, but I’m going to be a Wonderbolt! I can’t do stunts pregnant. Besides, most of the stallions I’ve met are pigs.” “So why not have an extra-special best friend spend lots of time with you? Maybe they would scratch your back if you scratched theirs.” Dash tilted her head to the side in thought. “Well, my back isn’t itchy but I suppose it couldn’t hurt. It’s really hard to reach my hooves to that one spot under my wings that feels so good.” “You mean this one?” Pinkie stuck her hooves under Dash’s wings and began to massage near the base. Her wings both flared wide open as a reflex. “S-stop i-it, P-Pinkie!” “But I thought it feels good.” She stopped and took her hooves off Dash’s back. “It does, b-but usually only pegasi who are, you know, romantic do that.” “Then I guess we should go get some dinner, and then it counts as romantic while I give you a nice long massage with a happy ending.” Dash opened and closed her mouth a few times not sure what to say. “Come on, Dashie. I have a feeling Tank isn’t the only one getting lucky tonight!” Pinkie pushed her out of her room and walked off towards dinner. Tank and Gummy were watching from near the bed, along with their four children. Once their owners had left, the entire family of tortoisgators curled up around their parents and went to sleep.