> Sharing a Roof
>  by Some Leech
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> More than Friends
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“Anon?” a voice called, rousing the woman from her slumber.

Rolling over, she turned to face the front door, before blinking rapidly. It took her a second to remember where she was, as her higher functions slowly started stirring. Wiping the crust from her eyes, she looked over. “Thunder?” she murmured, mopping drool from her chin.

“I thought you weren’t going to be back until tomorrow?” the pegasus asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind himself.

Memories of the past day began returning, reminding Anon of her sudden return to Ponyville. She’d gone to visit the changeling hive, at the behest of Twilight Sparkle, though things hadn’t gone quite according to plan. The shapeshifting bug-horses had been more than pleasant, showing her around their community and lavishing her with a banquet, but that hadn’t been the issue.

On her first night with them, having settled down for the evening, she found herself as an unexpected voyeur, watching a pair of the colorful creatures making love. As if the sight getting her worked up hadn’t been bad enough, she ultimately sated her lustful urges with Pharynx, the brother of the changelings’ leader. The casual encounter, while pleasurable, brought something to light which she hadn’t realized…

She may have developed feelings for Thunderlane.

Thunder had been the first pony she’d encountered, after having found herself in Equestria. Ever since that fateful day, he’d been with her. He’d helped her get a job, introduced her to the townsfolk, allowed her to stay under his roof, and that wasn’t even counting all the small niceties he did for her.

Anon considered him a damn good friend, often spending time with him, cooking for him, and teasing him about this or that. Everything had seemed fine, reaching a homeostasis in their camaraderie, although a recent event had thrown an unexpected wrench in the arrangement. After having had a few drinks with him, they’d had sex.

Now, under normal circumstances, that wouldn’t have been a big deal. Anon had indulged in the random fling before, and they’d never bothered her, but this was different. Thunder was dear to her, although she hadn’t realized it - not until Pharynx had nonchalantly assumed the two were in a romantic relationship. His words, coupled with the fact that she’d just fucked the changeling, had kindled a shame and self doubt she’d never thought possible.

Having swiftly washed up, she boarded the train back to Ponyville, foregoing sleep and abandoning the rest of her getaway. Exhausted, emotionally confused, and in need of answers, she’d returned home. Apparently, she’d passed out on the couch, after meandering through town - unsurprising, considering she’d had perilously little rest for nearly twenty four hours. Still, she’d made it back safely, even if it meant she was now facing Thunder in a weary stupor.

“Are you alright?” the stallion pressed, trotting over to the couch.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Anon deceptively grumbled. She felt like a bag of asses, and probably looked the part, prompting his question. Pushing herself to a seated position, she looked around for her bag.

“You look…” Thunder began, anxiously glancing to the floor.

“Like shit?” she concluded, laughing weakly.

“Rough. I was going to say, you look rough,” he corrected. “Are you really alright? What brought you back so soon?” the pegasus asked again, taking a step closer.

“I…” Anon trailed off. She knew she must’ve looked pretty bad, not to mention having returned home much earlier than planned. 

Before she’d left the hive, she’d had every intention of addressing her standing with Thunder. Were they really just friends? She cared for him, but she’d never considered it romantic - at least, not until Pharynx had brought up the subject. There was a damn good chance Thunder was in the same boat, since he’d often reciprocate her kind gestures and seemed to enjoy spending time with her.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a moment, before looking up at him. “We need to talk…”


Thunder went rigid, noticeably tensing in place. His ears flattened just a hair, a sure sign that her words had made him uneasy. “About…”

“Things. Look, it’s nothing bad, but just give me a few minutes to take a shower. I feel gross and need to wake up anyways. Can you hang out in here for a bit?” she muttered, getting to her feet. She knew it was a shitty thing to do, hinting at something ominous then running away, but she needed to get her thoughts straight.

“Alright,” Thunder mumbled, watching her shuffle out of the room.

Trudging through the house, Anon found herself in the bathroom. Setting the water to warm, she stripped naked, while she thought of how to broach the subject. It shouldn’t be that complicated; ask him how he views her, possibly confess that she might have growing feelings for him, and see how it shakes out, but it wasn’t that simple.

Stepping into the shower, a maelstrom of thoughts swirled about her mind. What if he took it all the wrong way. They weren’t even the same species! Hell, if she confessed some budding romantic interest in him, he might reject her outright - or worse, he may ask her to leave. The concept of her friend leaving her shook her to the very core. Without him, alone on an alien world, what would she do?

Beyond giving her a place to live, Thunder had been an anchor for her since day one. He’d been there for her throughout it all, from the very beginning. Many evenings were spent laughing and joking with him, not to mention the fits of melancholy he had saved her from. If he decided to abandon her, she’d lose a very important facet of her life.

Anon held herself, shivering under the warm water. She felt sick, her stomach was in knots, a tightness filled her chest, and her knees grew weak. Slumping against the shower wall, she unsteadily slid down into the basin. Shaking her head, she fought to hold back the tears; but no matter how tightly she closed her eyes, there was no stopping it.

What began as a quiet, stifled sob, gradually escalated. Why had it come to this, how had she let herself reach this point. There she was, a grown woman, having lost the life she’d known, yet she was on the cusp of ruining what little she had gained since. Even if she tried to be strong, acting like everything was alright, she knew it would ruin her. 

She’d seen it happen before, back on Earth - friends who denied their feelings. Every time, without fail, they’d come to deeply regret the decision, sometimes with catastrophic consequences. Now, after all the years of avoiding that situation, she found herself at the perilous crossroads. It was her time to choose - lie to herself, putting on a charade, or come clean and roll the dice.

It was hell, pure and simple. There was no right answer, as either option came with its own damnable risks. Clouded by doubt and indecision, unsure of how to proceed, she wept. Anon couldn’t say how long she sat there, crying and holding herself, but apparently her woes didn’t go unnoticed.

“Anon…” a voice gently called.

“Anon,” it repeated, followed by a soft touch on her shoulder.

She looked over, finding Thunder standing beside the tub. Concern was plainly painted on his face, as he stared down at her. Exposed, vulnerable beyond reasoning, she peered up at him. She tried to say something, anything, yet she failed. Even though he was clearly worried about her, his presence only pushed her further into despair. Clutching her knees to her chest, she closed her eyes.

“Hey...Hey, hey, hey,” the stallion whispered, stepping into the tub to face her. Without another word, he wrapped his wings around her, pulling her to himself. “It’ll be ok. Don’t worry, it’ll all be alright,” he serenely assured her, patting her head.

It wasn’t the first time Thunder had comforted her. Shortly after her arrival to Equestria, she’d suffered an existential crisis; unsurprising, considering the gravitas of the event, yet he’d done what he could. For all intents and purposes, he could have assumed she was having some sort of relapse.

“Let’s dry you off and maybe get you something to eat,” he quietly said. With a gentleness belying his strength, he placed a hoof under her chin.

Numbly, Anon nodded, refusing to meet his gaze. On shaky legs, she got to her feet, before wandering out of the bathroom. Water dripped and cascaded off her body, pattering to the floor as she went. Thunder mentioned something, yet it fell on deaf ears. In a trance, she plodded to her room, ultimately seating herself on the mattress.

As the minutes ticked by, the higher functioning parts of her mind wrestled control away from her emotions, allowing her to think with some modicum of clarity. It was only a matter of time until Thunder came to check up on her, so she decided to act. Throwing on a t-shirt and some pajama pants, she moved to the door; just as she reached for the knob, it opened. Standing outside, clutching a glass of what looked like lemonade in one wing, and with a towel draped over the other, stood her roommate.

“I figured you’d need this,” he mentioned, moving the towel in her direction. “And maybe this,” he added, offering the beverage.

Dressed or not, Anon was still sopping wet, since she’d run off without drying herself. “Thanks,” she croaked, finally finding her voice. Taking the towel, she wiped down her arm, before wrapping it around her head. Her mouth felt like it was full of sand, so the drink was a welcome one. Grabbing the glass, she helped herself to a sip.

“So...are you going to be alright?” Thunder pressed, fidgeting in place.

“Y…” Anon almost lied, stopping herself, “No, not really…” She wanted to talk, needed to talk, but not here. Setting the drink down, she glanced to the window. “How about you sit,” she continued, motioning to the bed.

Almost hesitantly, Thunder did as instructed, walking over and climbing onto the mattress. He followed her, with his eyes, as she seated herself next to him. “Did something happen with the changelings?”

“Yes. Well, no. Sort of,” she groaned, rubbing the back of her neck.

“Did they hurt you?” Thunder inquired, his brow creasing in consternation.

“What? No!” Anon snapped, whipping around towards him. “They were actually really nice, just like Twilight said.”

“Well that’s good. I was worried I’d have to kick some bug-butt,” he halfheartedly chuckled, nudging her with his elbow.

His attempt at humor fell flat, although Anon forced a smile, but it quickly faded. “No, they helped me realize something…” she murmured, her voice barely audible. She took a shuddering breath, attempting to steel her resolve. “I...I think I like you…”

Thunder sat still, studying her, as he digested what she’d said. He opened his mouth twice, as if struggling with how to respond. “I…” he began, “think I like you too…”

Anon’s eyes slowly widened, as realization dawned on her. Subtle things, actions she hadn’t paid close attention to, came rushing to the fore. How he’d bring her lunch at work, offer to do the laundry for her, staying up late to chat with her; sure, they were things a friend could do, but it painted a different picture now. How she’d failed to realize it, she couldn’t say, but it left her feeling foolish.

“How long did you know?” Anon asked, still surprised by his admission.

“I don’t know, maybe a few weeks? You’re just really fun to be around, and you’re not like any mare I’ve ever met. Well, besides the whole human thing,” he explained, shifting uncomfortably.

Standing up, Anon paced by the end of the bed. Thunder’s unanticipated reaction, while assuaging certains fears, elicited others. “Does this even happen? Like, is it normal for different species to like each other?” she lamented.

Watching her walk back and forth, Thunder rubbed his chin. “Sometimes it does. I’ve known about griffons and hippogriffs dating before. Oh! I even heard there’s a pony and yak who fancy each other, at Twilight’s school!” he asserted cheerfully, attempting to alleviate her concerns.

“Really?” she blurted, spinning around to face him.

“Hmmhmm,” Thunder hummed, smiling up at her.

“Huh...How about that…” she thought aloud, plopping back down beside him. “Holy hell, you had no idea how worried I was about this,” she nervously laughed, shaking her head. “I didn’t know if you were going to freak out or whatever. Hell, then I’d be homeless and an alien.”

“Like I’d do that to you!” he scoffed, patting her thigh. “Sweet Celestia, you’d have to really fuck me over, for me to give you the boot,” he chuckled.

In a hellish twist of fate, he’d inadvertently said the worst possible thing. With unbridled abandon, the blithe statement, surely meant only as a joke, rekindled Anon’s dread. Burying her face in her hands, she shook her head. “God damn it!” she yelled, causing Thunder to start.

“What? What’s wrong?!” he murmured, caught unawares by the sudden outburst.

Great. Just fucking great. Now she had to explain what had happened at the hive, the thing which spurred her to come back to Ponyville a day early. With the crushing weight of the world settling down upon her, her shoulders wilted. Before she could say anything else, Thunder spoke.

“What? You wanted me to kick you out?” the stallion mocked, doing his best to defuse the situation.

“I fucked Pharynx…” Anon whispered.

“I...what?” Thunder muttered, growing still.

“I got worked up and fucked a changeling, alright!” she wailed, bolting upright. “Because, ya know, I’ve always got to find a way to fuck things up somehow! Now you probably are going to ask me to leave. Fuck, I’d probably ask me to leave, because I’m a fucking -” her tirade was cut off, by two simple letters.

“No…”

“What the fuck do you mean no…” Anon’s words failed her, as she peered over at the stallion. Though he wasn’t facing her, looking blankly at the wall, he bore a pained expression.

“If I’d had the balls to tell you how I felt, you’d never be in this situation…” Thunder whimpered, refusing to face her. “It’s not your fault...It’s mine…”

Utter disbelief coursed through Anon, while she stared at the crestfallen pony. His ears were pinned back, and his wings were clamped to his body; but most importantly, he was shaking. As she reached for him, he slammed his forehoof against the bed frame, causing her to freeze.

“I...I never meant to hurt you…” he stammered, his voice cracking. 

In that instant, it was clear. Thunder wasn’t upset with her - no, he was angry with himself. In all her years, she’d never seen a guy act this way. Sure, she’d watched it happen in movies or soap operas before, but this was different. He genuinely cared about her, blaming himself for the entire ordeal, and the concept rocked the foundation of her very being.

Though neither of them had had the courage to voice it, a budding romance had been growing within each of them. It was tragic, really, that ignorant hesitation had kept them apart, doubly more so that it took an act of impulsive lust to act as a catalyst, yet it had led them to this. Two beings, moved to tears, gazing at one another, entwined in an epoch. 

They say that eyes are the windows of the soul; until she looked into Thunder’s, Anon had never fully comprehended the notion. Doubt, fear, regret, longing, anger, the demons which haunt us all lingered there, yet there was something else; something which rose above the others, eclipsing them with a power beyond reasoning. Hope...Hope shone through.

The woman turned, facing the sullen stallion, before stepping closer. There was no way she could find the words to express her appreciation for him, so she let her actions speak for her. Placing her hands on his shoulders, Anon steadily pushed him onto his back, before leaning in, closing her eyes, and pressing her lips to his. Thunder reciprocated, kissing her deeply, as his wings wrapped around her back.

Their tongues warred with one another, while the two shared each other's breath. Bearing down upon Thunder, Anon’s hands ran over his body, her fingers dancing through his steely grey coat. He mirrored her motions, caressing her with his wings and hooves. Passionately humming into one another’s mouths, they reluctantly pulled away, as Anon detected something warm pressing against her abdomen.

Quickly kissing her way across Thunder’s chin, down his neck, and over his broad chest, Anon gradually approached his belly; as she did, she felt something yank her shirt upward, drawing the garment up and over her back. Lifting one arm at a time, she let the article slip free of her frame, before watching the pegasus toss it to the side. Now with her upper half nude, her breasts glided over the gorgeous creature beneath her, only stopping when her face hovered above the semi-turgid length of stallionhood at his groin.

She licked her lips, before moving closer; Thunder’s familiarly captivating scent flooded her nostrils, instinctively causing her womanhood to moisten. He’d always had an oddly enchanting smell, but his nethers were almost like a distilled aroma of his fragrance. As she leaned in, she felt the inviting heat and warmth of his equipment wash over her face. Bringing her lips to his sheath, between his pendulous balls and velvety shaft, she gave him a kiss.

One peck became two, then three, as the woman started working her way up the hardening length of Thunder’s member. She didn’t stop, not until she’d reached the broad crown of his shaft. Balancing on one arm, she grasped the base of him with one hand, as she wrapped her lips around the splendidly fat tip. A shuddered sigh of contentment escaped Thunder, spurring her to continue.

As Anon bobbed her head, working the first few inches of him into her maw, her speed steadily increased. Her tongue danced and played over the sensitive underside of Thunder’s cock, while she lightly sucked upon its head. Taking care to delicately pump the lower portion of his tool, she savored the salty, cloying flavor of his pre-cum. The pleased sighs of the stallion, her stallion, caused her heart to race, and her loins to burn with passion.

“Anon…” he cooed, causing her to peer up at him, “I want you…”

The request caused Anon’s flames of desire to blaze brighter than ever. Swiftly, almost feverishly, she stood, almost ripping off her shorts in the process. If he wanted her, she was his and his alone. Crawling onto the mattress beside him, she glanced over and gave the stallion a warm smile. Excitedly, he rolled over and stood. For whatever reason, as she awaited him on her hands and knees, he stood motionless.

“No…” he breathed, shaking his head, “I want to see your face.”

Though Anon had assumed Thunder was going to mount her from behind, the appeal was a welcome and heartwarming one. Nodding, she flipped onto her back, before shuffling towards the end of the bed. She only stopped when her rump rested on the very edge of the mattress, with her legs dangling over the side. She watched, as the pegasus trotted around, halting as he stepped between her thighs.

Rearing back, Thunder shuffled forward, before locking his forehooves around Anon’s hips. Thankfully, the bed’s height worked to their favor, leaving their waists at the same level. Feeling the slickened tip of his stallionhood graze her sex, the woman reached down to guide him. Bringing him to her entrance, she glanced up and gave him a single nod. Steadily, he applied pressure, until he penetrated her.

Peering up at him, savoring the moment to adjust to his girth, Anon smiled at the charming pegasus. Almost as an afterthought, Anon reached towards the headboard and grabbed a pillow. Hastily dragging the cushion back, she rested her head on it, before peering back to the mohawked stallion. Bending her knees, she brought her heels to his hips.

“Take me,” she pleaded, begging him for exoneration.

Without looking away, Thunder began slowly pumping his hips. In and out, back and forth, each thrust driving more of himself into the woman. He took his time, almost as if he wanted to relish it.  As he neared the halfway mark, he felt Anon’s leg’s pull him closer. She wanted him, and he wanted to give himself to her.

Gazing past her breasts, Anon watched him work. The sublime feeling of fullness, while he steadily ground himself into her, couldn’t compare to any human she’d ever been with. As she’d suspected earlier, the shape of his equipment, paired with the missionary-style position, was insanely pleasing. The way the battering ram-like head of Thunder’s stallionhood scraped against her g-spot, as it delved deeper, caused her to clamp her legs around him. It felt amazing, but she knew he had much, much more to offer.

“Harder,” she moaned, groping her bosoms. Toying with her nipples, she noticed the stallion fixating on them. An impish smile split her face, as she angled one breast at him.

Leaning forward, while continuing to plow her, Thunder wrapped his lips around the proffered tit. The warmth of his mouth, the slight stubble of hair on his chin, and his muscular tongue added an entire new dimension to the experience. Closing her eyes, Anon ran her hands through his mohawk, pulling him to herself.

The weight of his succulent nuts gently slapping against her ass filled the air with a soft Plap Plap Plap, pairing nicely with the muted groans and heavy breaths of the two. Though Thunder hadn’t bottomed out, Anon continually pulled him to herself. Just as she felt his medial ring kiss her entrance, she gnawed her lip. The lower portion of his stallionhood was substantially thicker than the tip, but she wanted...No, she needed it inside of her.

Drawing him closer, she lightly gasped, as the girthy root of his tool made entry. With Thunder suckling on her teat, she clenched her sex around him. He grunted around her breast, instantly glancing up at her and freeing her bosom from his mouth.

“Celestia, you feel amazing,” he whispered, caressing his face against her chest.

“Well, if you - Mmmph - like it so much, you may as - Mmmnn - well make it yours…” she wheezed, her bosoms swaying freely. Though he didn’t say anything, Thunder brought his face closer to her own, only stopping when he was a hair’s breadth away. With that, gazing longingly into each other’s eyes, they kissed as they made love.

Juices dribbled down Thunder’s shaft, as Anon’s entrance snugly wrapped around its girth. Though she wasn’t a pony, her silken interior seemed to suit him surprisingly well, almost as if the pairing was meant to be. Every increasingly forceful plunge caused the crown of Thunder’s length to kiss her womb, making her shiver in delight. Embracing the stallion, she ran her fingers through the soft fur of his neck.

Frenching as they were, neither could easily speak, although their bodies were more than capable of doing it for them. Anon rocked her hips and closed her legs around her lover’s waist, as she was rutted. Thunder bore down, pounding away with increasing speed as he plowed his mate. Drawing breath through their sinuses, they endured, pushing each other to passion nigh unimaginable. 

Anon could feel herself growing closer by the second. The steady rutting, Thunder’s weight on top of her, his warmth, his breath, his affection; like the rising sun, there was no stopping it, and soon it would blind her with rapturous bliss. Her legs trembled, as she felt the steadily mounting pressure of release building within her.

If she had to guess, Thunder wasn’t far behind her; his thrusts began to lose their rhythm, slowly devolving into a frenzied series of plunges. Almost as if he was fighting it, his eyes were screwed shut, and she could sense the pounding of his heart through his stallionhood. Stroking his cheek, Anon drew his attention, forcing him to look at her.

“Make me your mare,” she cooed, finding a moment of pristine clarity. Holding back was the last thing she wanted from him, so she made sure he knew it.

With a sonorous growl, Thunder hilted himself. The head of his stallionhood impacted and ground against her cervix, while it flared outward. Now locked in place, ensuring it was seated properly, his shaft throbbed violently. His nuts, heavy with unspent spunk, pulled to his body, readying to deliver their contents. With one heavy pulse, the first shot of cum was sent surging up his length.

Anon felt her entrance flex, stretching incrementally to accommodate the impending tide. It was over in the blink of an eye, eclipsed by an unfathomable heat and pressure, as seed gushed against her womb. She mewled, writhing helplessly, as she came instantaneously. More than the insane physical pleasure, the moment was divinely cathartic.

Despite her mistakes, Thunder had chosen her. Though they’d known one another for months, neither had realized what the other afforded, or the joys of what could be, but no longer. Lying there, making passionate love, being claimed by her stallion, it was life altering. Never before had she held such feelings for another, and he’d forgiven her for her transgressions.

A nova of unbridled ecstasy fulminated within her. Her entire frame trembled, and her womanhood spasmed around the fat cock buried within her, as she was rocked with an overwhelming climax. Her world, her very being, was nothing but pleasure and the love of her stallion. 

Unintelligibly, Anon cried to the heavens, while Thunder pumped her full of his essence. Virile cream erupted into her deepest depths, filling her with his seed. Although her sex was clamped around her lover’s stallionhood, jizz leaked down his balls. The volume was too much to bear, so the virile spunk was left to drool and squelch out of her stuffed entrance. Throughout it all, he didn’t stop moving.

Weakened though they may have been, Thunder’s hips continued to pump. Entombed within Anon’s sex, the flow of his seed steadily began to ebb. Feeling something brush up his chin, over his cheek, and to the back of his head, he glanced down. Anon slowly pulled his face to her, but something was off. She was crying.

“A...are you…” he stammered, fearful that he may have hurt her.

“Just kiss me,” she bleated, craning her neck and locking lips with the stallion.

Nothing was wrong - far from it, in fact. No, everything was as it should have been. Unlike their previous sexual encounter, which was a simple fling, they’d just consummated something far more significant. They’d given themselves to one another, marking the admission of growing affection with making love. In a word, it was perfect. The emotional implications elevated the occasion to heavenly, a metaphorical salvation for Anon.

The seed filling her, marking her, washed away any traces of her affair with Pharynx, cementing her budding relationship with Thunder. As they kissed, she could feel him soften within her, allowing a trickle of his essence to leak from her entrance. The sensation of being filled with so much cum was astounding, and something she’d never likely experience with a human partner.

Anon giggled, as she mused on the matter. Were it not for their incompatible genes, there would have been the possibility of getting pregnant; an impossibility, considering she and Thunder were from vastly different species. Still, the thought was interesting, as well as strangely arousing. Pulling away, she gave the stallion a peck on the snout.

“To think, we could’ve been doing this a long time ago,” she snickered.

“I think I lo-” Thunder’s post-coitus admission was interrupted, as Anon locked lips with him again. She only held him close for a second, just enough to ensure he didn’t complete his statement.

Releasing his head, and moving her cheek to his, Anon sighed. “Don’t jinx it...Not yet…” she whispered, almost as if she feared the cosmos may be listening.

The moment was singular for each of them. Neither had held a would be lover in such a way, after such a passionate endeavor. Slickened with sweat, they peered at one another, before a silly smile crossed their faces. The absurdity of it gradually settled upon them, clearing the air of any fear, woe, or regret. Yes, though paramours they may be, they were still jarringly different. A quadrupedal, sapient equine, and an alien from some far off land.

“Say…” Anon muttered, twiddling with a strand of hair, “would mind if I sleep in your bed?”

Thunder stifled a guffaw, as he looked down at her. “Really? You’re just gonna move yourself into my room now?” he chuckled.

“You got me!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in surrender. “It was all an elaborate plot to steal your bed-” her theatrics were cut short, as Thunder planted another kiss on her lips.

“Babe, you can sleep in here whenever you want,” he softly replied, giving her a heartfelt smile. Her cheeks rosied, despite the fact that she still sheathed his stallionhood. “As long as you don’t snore too loud,” he hastily added, shooting her a wink.

“N...nah, but don’t be surprised if I cuddle you,” she muttered. The notion of spooning with Thunder was supremely enticing, given his size, fur, and warmth.

Thunder smiled, but slowly shuffled backward. With a soft Pop, his semi-flaccid length flopped free, causing Anon to shiver. Her entrance, engorged and darkened from the exploits, drooled a steady stream of his cream; that was, until she clamped her legs together. He stepped back, as she nearly sprang to her feet. Anon scampered to the bathroom, while clamping a hand to her crotch.

“You ok?” Thunder asked, trotting after her.

“Unless you want to help me clean up a pint of spunk, you’re gonna want me in the shower,” she shouted, desperately trying to keep the bulk of the gooey stuff from leaking all over the place. Scampering down the hallway, she leapt into the bathtub.

Turning the tap, and letting the water warm, she looked towards the doorway. She could hear Thunder getting closer, probably a few seconds behind her, but she was compelled to try something. Releasing her groin, she brought her jizz slick fingers to her mouth, and licked them clean. The cocktail of their juices flowed over her tongue. Be damned if she could explain why she’d wanted to try it, but it just felt right.

“Mind if I join you?” the stallion inquired, appearing from the hallway.

“Oh man, we’re showering together now?” Anon tittered, stepping to the back of the basin, making room for him. A look of mock grief crossed Thunder’s features, as he slowed. “Just get in here, ya big lug!” she yelled.

Thunder grinned broadly, as he joined her. Though it was relatively cramped, the two were able to fit within the shower. As he stood there, he closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the water. His peace, however, was shattered, when he felt something on his shoulder. Glancing back, he realized the woman was leaned over his rump, as she began washing him.

“What?” she blurted, her movements slowing.

“I’ll do you next,” he sighed, relishing the sensation of her fingers lathering his coat.

“Wings?” Anon questioningly asserted, scrubbing away at the pegasus.

“Mmmhmm,” Thunder hummed. “Once we’re done, I’ll change the sheets, if you want to make us some grub.”

“On one condition,” she sternly grunted, causing him to look back at her. “I get to be the little spoon tonight.”

“Hey! I wanted to be the little spoon!” Thunder wryly groused, stomping a hoof for added effect.

Washing one another, teasing as they went, the two took their time. Though neither of them realized it, the evening marked the end of their friendship, and the beginning of something far more wonderful…