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// Pet-names - Karrakaz 
// Story: Flarity Group Collab 
// by Jondor 
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Written by: Karrakaz




“Darling~” Your voice drips into my ears; sultry, seductive... how do you do it? We’re in my living room, having tea. Or at least we were until you started talking like that. I swallow a dry lump in my throat and hide behind my cup of tea. The tea is very... nice, even if I can’t remember which blend I used to make it. Talking to you is just so hard sometimes.

“Darling?” It’s the same word, I know it is. Other than that however, it seems completely different from the first one; less seductive, more inquiring with just an almost imperceptible change in inflection... did you learn how to do that? Or were you born with the ability? I take another sip and continue to stare at my cup.

“Darling?” I cringe. How you manage to convey worry in just a single word is beyond me, but I don’t know how to respond. We’ve been dating for almost two weeks and I still don’t know what word I could use to convey how much I love you, while you simply use the word you use for everypony and pack it tightly with all the feelings you have for me.

“Darling!” Your hooves cup my cheeks and force me to look at you. You look determined, maybe even a little angry, but still beautiful as ever. “I won’t have you sulking and beating yourself up. This was supposed to be a relaxing date, so tell me what’s wrong.”

The words tunnel underneath the walls of the prison I’ve built in my mind and escape out of my mouth before I can stop them. “I don’t have a pet name for you.” Stupid Fluttershy, can you be any more petty? And ruining the date —The one you asked for no less— because you envy the way your marefriend conveys her feelings?

You look at me with those deep blue eyes I could drown in and, not for the first time, I wonder if I’ve ruined everything. Is it still surprising if I expect you to surprise me? In the time it takes me to blink, you lean in and kiss me right on the lips. It sends the same electrical spark of love and caring through my body that I feel every time, making my wings stand on end and my eyes flutter closed.

“Darling, you don’t need a pet name to tell me how much you love me,” I can hear you say while I wrestle with myself for control over my body. “Your body language is clear enough.” Your warm breath caresses my left ear and I suppress a shiver. “Though if you want, you could always call me ‘Mistress’.”