Romance (And Other Things) Are in the Air

Warnings: Plot, No Sex, Sappy and Romantic, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Exposition

The sun was warm against your skin as you walked through Ponyville, the occasional wave and smile coming from the ponies of the town, which you returned as you passed by. Who’d have thought it, bipedal, almost humanoid “ponies”...

The walk through town was simple, pleasant, and distracting. A way to forget being the only human in all of Equestria.

You’d had a good feeling about today since breakfast. You had no idea why, but for some reason, you felt that today would be a good day. Nothing out of place had happened yet, and you didn’t have anything unusual planned, but the feeling just wouldn’t go away.

Breakfast had been simple and the same, you didn’t have any actual work to do today as it was off season for Sweet Apple Acres and didn’t have had any “handy-man” appointments for the day. That didn’t mean you didn’t have things to do though.

It had started simple, after the Princesses had cleared you of having any diseases or carrying any terrible things which might hurt their ponies, you’d been given a small home in Ponyville. It had been awkward at first, the sudden, inexplicable appearance in Equestria, the tests and difficulties setting up a translation spell, adjusting to seeing “ponies” that seemed far more human than they had any right to be... even after the Princesses and their scientists had done their best to ease your transition to Equestrian society, it had been very strange.

Sure, once you got past the bright colors of the thin coat of fur that covered most of their skin, you could almost mistake a pony for a human at first glance. They stood on their hind legs, they had hands and faces, a body structure similar to a humans...

But for all the similarities, they were still distinctly different. Not only did they have hooves instead of feet, tails, and equine ears, but the ‘pegasi’ had sizable, feathered wings, and the ‘unicorns’ had horns several inches long on their foreheads. The most uncanny part though had to be their faces; their facial structure was subtly different, depending on the pony it might come across as beautiful and exotic... or uncannily familiar yet terribly alien.

Speaking of “beautiful and exotic”...

Glaring at the phone in your hands, you tried to resolve the scheduling conflict that had arisen. All sx of your close friends here in Ponyville had ended up trying to schedule a meeting with you on the same day for various reasons.

Applejack wanted some help shoring up one of the silo’s on the Apple farm, Dash wanted some help with the weather plans for the next season, Fluttershy wanted some help bringing in a load of feed for her animals, Pinkie wanted some help getting things ready for a birthday party tomorrow night, Rarity wanted to fit you for your custom tux she’d made for the Gala in a few weeks time, and Twilight wanted your help with a spell since Spike was out.

They were all things you’d done a number of times before,and they all had a good reason for you being there today. Dash and Rarity had both scheduled for today quite some time ago, Pinkie had expected the Cutie Mark Crusaders to help her out, but they’d gone and taken Spike off to go crusadin, which had left both Twilight and her without their expected help. Fluttershy had been trying to get this shipment of feed in for almost a week and had been rationing out the food until it’d come in, she’d need almost as much help keeping the animals from swarming the food as to move the heavy bags, and while she’d hoped to get either you or Big Mac to help her out, the large Earth Pony was taking a delivery of apples to Manehatten and wouldn’t be back until later tomorrow. And the silo was making noise, so AJ wanted it worked on ASAP.

They all had good reasons for them needing things done today, as inconvenient as it was that it had happened like this. Regardless, you needed to decide on which of your friends to help out first, as any one of them could take up your entire day...

Would it be Twilight Sparkle? Your first friend since you arrived in Equestria?

o-Flashback-o

Still uncomfortable around the various multicolored ‘ponies’ around you, you followed the brilliant multicolored hair of Princess as she led you through the halls of the castle. You’d only recently been cleared of quarantine, and it seemed that neither of the Princesses wanted to keep you cooped up in the castle with them and their entourage.

You didn’t know what they had in mind, but... well... anything would be better than the hours of testing and waiting beforehand, especially since you could understand and be understood.

That had been a rather unsettling time, being poked and prodded by various, obviously inhuman and yet unsettlingly familiar scientists. Sure, you’d found out after the fact that they were just trying to help and make sure you were safe for everyone, but... well... that was after the fact.

You were still a bit jumpy around needles and physical contact. They’d been as gentle as they could, but... well... being held down as they examined you and tried to calm you down... didn’t work out that well.

Your musings were interrupted by the Princess saying your name. Looking up, you responded, “Yes Princess?” The Princesses were nearly half again as tall as the other ponies, you yourself only came up to their chests.

“I am going to be introducing you to my student, Twilight, who shall be helping ease your transition into everyday life among my little ponies. We shall be moving you to a small town nearby to give the press some time to adjust to your existence and give you somewhere calmer to adjust to being among us. What you do after that is up to you.”

Somewhat overwhelmed, you could only stammer out, “I–... thank you, Princess...”

“You are welcome young one, now,” with a gesture of her hand, the doors in front of you began to open, the slight shimmer of magic upon them, “Allow me to introd–”

There was a slight *pop* of displaced air and purple filled your vision. Jerking back, you didn’t get far before a soft hand closed around your own and began pumping it up and down in a vigorous handshake, “Twilight Sparkle, it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m really happy for this chance to work with you, it’s a revolutionary opportunity to speak with an actual example of convergent evolution–”

Wait, what?

Blinking, your brain started to catch up with the situation, an attractive ‘unicorn’ was in front of you in a blouse and skirt, “–there are probably massive numbers of things that we can learn from one another, the simple cultural exchange alone will likely be awe-inspiring–”, she was wearing a simple if neat tie and thigh-high socks over her light purple coat.

“–with any luck. Of course we’ll need to study quite a few things together to ensure that we’re not getting our facts mixed up but I have no doubt that it’ll be fantastic–” she’d stopped shaking your hand and had instead switched to grasping your hand with both of hers, her twinkling lavender eyes locked with your own as she spoke, “I really hope that our time together is productive and delightful! I hope we can be friends.”

The unicorn beamed at you, her long dark purple hair bouncing slightly as she gave your hand a squeeze, and you were stunned. Thus your ever so eloquent response, “Um... thanks?”

“Twilight Sparkle.”

At the Princess’s voice, the unicorn’s back straightened and she let go of your hand, her face flushing a bright red, “Oh! I’m sorry! Really sorry! I’m just– this is the first opportunity I’ve had to meet a real alien and– um, sorry...”

It was then that you decided that she was cute. Despite the light coat of fur, the several inch long horn, and any number of other things... she was cute, “It’s alright... it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

oOo

“–oh my but the History of Everything: Abridged is so dry, maybe, no, it’s the quickest way. But what about the important parts?! Oh dear, there’s still Barker’s History of Magic and–”

“... is she always like this...?” you asked the purple dragon beside you.

“–this would cover the more recent cultural norms, but oh ponyfeathers, what would allow for the best analysis of the contrast between the cultures? Cloudy Day’s or Cracked Parchment’s version of A Pony’s Psychology–”

“Only when she’s excited.”

The unicorn stood in the center of the library, her horn alight with magical power as she bit on her knuckle, muttering to herself as a constellation of books floated around her, each one brought before her before being analyzed and either discarded or placed onto the stack of books for you to read.

A stack that already reached from the floor and up past your waist.

The three of you had very recently arrived in Ponyville, it had been later in the evening when you’d gotten here, and apparently they’d gone out of their way to avoid broadcasting your existence as no one had been there to greet you. You’d be staying in the library with Twilight and her assistant Spike while they finished building and furnishing your new home at the edge of town.

What had started as asking your guide for help choosing a book to read had become... this.

Not that it wasn’t adorable, an attractive female biting her finger, her other hand on her hip as she worried over the best books for you to read as she talked to herself. As intimidating as the stack of books was becoming, the worked up ‘unicorn’ made a pleasant warmth fill your chest.

It was then that you had the distinct feeling that your time here in Equestria, however long it may be, would be rather interesting.

o-Present-o

Admittedly, as sweet, adorable, and kind as the Unicorn had been to you, her request didn’t seem as urgent when compared to the others. But if you knew Twilight, and after over a year living in Ponyville you suspected you did, she’d been working herself to the bone over the past week working on this spell... again.

She’d worked herself into a stupor a number of times since you’d known her, and by this point she’d need someone to check up on her.

Though, admittedly, you might’ve had other reasons for wanting to help her...

o-Flashback-o

The door to the library opened easily as you slipped inside and announced your presence, “Twilight? I’m here.”

There was no answer from the unicorn, something you’d sadly expected given the state of the library. Stacks of books were everywhere, sheafs of paper littered the floor, covered in handwriting ranging from ruler straight to chicken-scratch-illegible. Notes and small-scale experiments were scattered around everywhere,

Carefully picking your way through the stacks in the direction you suspected your friend resided, you mentally laughed at the situation as you spoke again, just to be sure, “Twilight? You there?” this was all too familiar now.

You’d spent more than a few days sitting in this library with Twilight, either describing your world or listening to her talk about hers. There’d been a number of times that you’d come to the library while she was in the middle of one of her research binges and had listened to her talk at length about magic. It was hard to keep up with a master in the field (despite any protests of hers otherwise) when you yourself had little grounding in it, but... the look on her face when you asked a relevant question... the way she just... lit up...

Well, it was nice at the very least.

It was about then that you found her, settled on a bean-bag chair, Spike curled up not far away, a book in her lap and a cathedral of books around her... and fast asleep.

The normally elegant unicorn, perfectly proper and immaculately dressed and groomed... was a mess. Her hair was frazzled, her clothes wrinkled, the top few buttons of her blouse undone, one of her socks was scrunched up near her ankle, and even fast asleep there were bags under her eyes. Not only that, but both her tie and coat had disappeared to parts unknown, more than a few coffee stains on her outfit (though none on the books or notes of course).

That said, the line of drool that was starting to fall from her mouth was worrying. Not because it hadn’t happened before, but because it was going to fall onto the book she was hunched over.

Moving quickly and quietly, you stuck out your hand just in time to catch the strand of drool before it stained the book. It was with a bemused and affectionate smile that you shook your head and used the back of your hand to gently wipe away the sleep induced dampness on Twilight’s face, whispering more to yourself than anything, “What am I going to do with you Twilight... this is the second time in as many months.”

Twilight leaned into your touch and your name escaped her lips in a soft, husky sigh, a tender smile on her face.

Your face felt like it was on fire as you withdrew your hand, a small pout crossing Twilight’s face.

Right, so that happened. Still. Um... it might be best to get her somewhere more comfortable to sleep, like her bed. Mind out of the gutter! Not what you meant to do!

Casting your eyes about, you found the stack of bookmarks that Twilight had on hand and took one. Swallowing down the sudden trepidation and awkwardness, you reminded yourself that this wasn’t the first time you’d done this. Slipping an arm under her knees and another between her shoulders and the beanbag chair, you carefully lifted the smaller unicorn up, tilting her into yourself.

Her head fell against your shoulder, and it took some shifting to ensure that she didn’t accidentally stab you with her horn, the magical thing resting against the back of your neck as she pressed her face against your skin, another soft, happy sigh escaping her.

With a bit more shifting of her in your arms, you were able to slip the bookmark into the still open book in her lap, taking it away from her and setting it on the beanbag chair. This, unfortunately, had to be done in this order, because otherwise she wouldn’t let go of the book.

Her hands freed, one of them balled up in your shirt as she leaned against you. Acutely aware of how soft and warm she was, you did your best to ignore it as you carried her bridal style up to her room.

It hadn’t been this awkward to do this in a while, but... she usually didn’t say your name at all when you were helping her like this, let alone like that. It’d reminded you rather acutely of the fact that she was an attractive female, one who was soft and warm and nice, who went out of her way to hang out with you and just spend time with you... and that made you acutely aware of the fact that you were carrying the exact same person up to her bedroom in your arms.

Clutching at your shirt, the lavender unicorn groaned softly before beginning to mumble against your skin, muffled equations and principles. You vaguely recognized some of the principles and equations of transformation magic, but only somewhat, whatever she was doing was some really advanced stuff. But the detached mumbling, despite it involving her hot breath against your neck, helped you calm down.

Of course, she’d just been acknowledging your presence, even in her asleep state. Nothing more or less. It wasn’t her fault that she sounded sexy, nor was it a sign of her wanting anything, you’d gotten worked up over nothing. Reassured, if slightly saddened, you carried her the rest of the way to her room, pulling open the door with your foot before slipping inside. The room itself looked clean, and unfortunately, had probably not been used much if at all in the past few days as she’d studied.

Shaking your head, you carried Twilight to her bed. With some awkward shifting, you used your foot to push down the covers before setting her down. However, a pressure on your back kept you from standing back up, Twilight letting out a small, unhappy sound as you made the attempt.

Confused, and awkwardly leaning over Twilight, you felt behind you to figure out what was happening. You discovered that, sometime during climbing the stairs and your own musings, Twilight had wrapped her arms around your shoulder and torso, her hands laced behind your back.

You pulled your arm from around her knees, using it to prop yourself above her some, your other arm moving around behind you to try and unlace her fingers. An unhappy sound escaped Twilight before she tugged you closer, her surprising strength almost crushing the two of you together, chest to chest.

Flushing brightly, you tried to ignore the feeling of her soft breasts pressing against you, keeping yourself propped above her as best you could, her name escaping your lips unbidden, “Twilight…”

“Mmnng…” another squeeze, her face buried against your neck nuzzling against you gently as the sleepy sound escaped her.

Flushing, you decided against trying to wake her, squirming slightly in her arms to try and pull free. This failed miserably, only earning an unhappy groan from the unicorn.

With a resigned sigh, you relaxed in her arms, trying to figure a way out of this situation. She was your friend, not your lover, despite how appealing that thought was... and you doubted she’d appreciate waking up like this...

A happy sigh escaped Twilight, her warm breath washing over your neck as she snuggled against you, holding you close to her. Her blunt teeth grazed your neck before your name slipped from her lips, the unicorn pressing her lips to your skin, humming happily.

Your face felt like it was on fire, you had to get out of here, casting your gaze around desperately for a solution as your friend continued to place soft, sleepy kisses against your neck. Your eyes landed on the book on her dresser nearby, needing a way to escape from your predicament, no matter how pleasant it may have been, you reached over and grabbed the book. It took several awkward moments of shifting and squirming as well as awkwardly close brushes with certain parts of Twilight’s anatomy before the large book had taken up your place in Twilight’s arms.

Without a doubt, your face was multiple shades of red at the moment as you stood near Twilight’s bed, trying to get your breathing and heartrate under control, telling yourself again and again that Twilight was your friend, that she was asleep and not thinking clearly, that she hadn’t shown any indication of wanting anything more...

With a soft groan, you face-palmed, you had to get out of here before you did something that might ruin your friendship with Twilight or spontaneously combusted.

You turned, sending a quick glance back at your friend to make sure she was asleep. A lock of her hair had fallen across her face when she’d rolled onto her side, a small pout on her face despite the book she clutched to her chest.

Hesitating for a long moment, you finally reached out and brushed the lock of hair back and tucked it behind her ear... your heart soaring when her pout melted into a serene smile.

Your fingers lingered, tracing her cheek for a moment before what you were doing reached your brain. Almost jerking your hand back, you spun on your heel and walked out as quickly as you dared. You’d check back in on Twilight later, when she was awake, and never mention this situation to anyone ever.

… though it would remain in your heart and dreams for quite some time.

o-Present-o

So... there might be reasons other than concern for Twilight working herself into a total stupor guiding your decision... but what about Pinkie Pie? She had that party she needed to get ready for tomorrow with no help at all...

o-Flashback-o

“... oh no.”

“... what just happened?” you turned a confused look to your guide, finding the lavender ‘unicorn’ to be facepalming.

“Pinkie Pie just happened.”

You turned back towards the dust cloud left by the pink blur that had been there moments before, “... is that bad?”

“Not really, just... this could be problematic later.”

“... problematic how exactly?”

Twilight sighed, rubbing her temples, “Most likely? It’s going to throw off the schedule horribly and introduce you to more ponies than you’re really ready to meet right now.”

You stared after the pony that you’d just met. Bright pink, a big... ‘froof’ of hair and tail, a simple if colorful outfit with a custom apron... blue eyes. Deep blue eyes. That had stuck in your head. Your eyes had locked with hers for a moment and there had been this look of... surprise... wonder... and... something else you had no way to identify in those eyes before she’d let out this exaggerated gasp and zipped off at speeds that had left a dust cloud behind her.

Well... that all didn’t sound too bad...

oOo

You were right, it wasn’t that bad.

And no, it wasn’t worse either.

But... it probably was a bit much.

Banners, streamers, sparklers, cake... lots of cake... and ponies.

A whole lot of ponies.

It was one thing to meet a couple of ponies at once, it was another to meet half the town with your name and “Welcome Alien!!!!” scattered around everywhere... with four exclamation points. You were struck by how much taller you were than the average pony. You stood anywhere from half a head up to a full head taller than the average pony.

Still, while it wasn’t all that bad. The sudden press of multicolored bodies so soon after getting out of the palace was unsettling. You still weren’t entirely comfortable around ponies, though there were exceptions. The testing prior to the translation spells development would probably bother you for some time...

So you’d taken the time to work your way over to the edge of the party, as far away from the mass of the party as possible.

There was a sudden blur of pink and color before an arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you up against the side of a pony, “Wha–?”

“How’re you liking the party so far?” Turning to the voice, you found yourself nearly face to face with Pinkie Pie, the instigator of this party, “Because the whole point of the party is for you to have fun but if you’re not having fun then the whole party would be pointless you know? And that’d be bad, ‘cause even though I went into a lot of work for it I didn’t know what kind of parties you like so I couldn’t get it exactly right for you as much as I might’ve wanted to get my first party for an alien perfect I know it’s pretty much impossible but if I’m gonna improve on it I need to know whether you like the party so far or not~”

“Um...” your brain tried to catch up with the sudden stream of consciousness that had come from her, latching onto what you guessed was the key question, “It’s okay... I’m not all that comfortable with crowds though...”

“Really?! Oh pooh,” the pink pony turned a pout towards the multicolored mass of bodies that was the party, humming thoughtfully to herself. You were still too stunned to really react to her being so close and still leaning against you.

Just as you opened your mouth to question why she was so close, the party-pony flounced off into the mass of others, her tail and hair both bouncing freely as she did.

Now thoroughly confused, you just shook your head at the strange person.

Suddenly, there was a flash of pink at the edges of your vision and you turned a bit to find Pinkie Pie somehow above the crowd... ah, she was standing on Applejack’s shoulders, the farm-gir–... farm-pony was the tallest of the friends that Twilight had introduced you to. And then out came a megaphone from... somewhere. How’d she hide that in her apron...?

“Okay everypony~ It’s time to start closing out~! We’ve all had a long day so let’s head on to bed~ We’ve got some new guests that’ll need some time to settle in okey dokey~? Just don’t forget to grab your stuff before you go~”

There were more than a few sounds of disappointment from the crowd, but when Pinkie began to make shoo’ing motions and sounds of encouragement, they began to disperse. Groups of ponies began to peel off from the crowd, most of them grabbing some piece of party decoration or another as they did, quickly leaving the place clean aside from a few streamers, confetti, and a table’s worth of food and drinks.

Surprised at the speed which the group had dispersed, you were still looking around and taking it in when an arm wrapped around your shoulders once more, “Better~?”

Blinking, you turned to find Pinkie once more rather close to you, and behind her was your guide and her friends, the party had dwindled down to just you, a baby dragon, and six (if you were honest with yourself, very attractive) humanoid ponies.

“Yeah,” a previously unnoticable pressure seemed to lift from your chest, you felt less confined and more... at home, without the large multicolored crowd, “Much better,” you admitted with a small smile, “Thanks.”

Pinkie beamed at you, “No problemo~ Anything to make a pony smile– oh well...” she giggled, “An alien smile~”

You couldn’t help but smile back at her, “Heh... I’m a human, by the way.”

She blinked owlishly at you before cocking her head to the side, “A Hy-men?”

You snorted, covering your mouth, “Close enough.”

“Okey dokey lokey~ now let’s get this party started properly~” quite suddenly you found yourself dragged off to the deserted dance floor by the arm around your shoulders, “Who’s ready to dance~?!”

Oh boy...

oOo

You’d lost count of the number of parties you’d been roped into going to, but... well... Pinkie could be persuasive. And it’s not like you didn’t enjoy them or that you were the only one getting ‘roped into it’, Twilight and Applejack both shared the dubious honor of ‘most roped into parties’.

That said, you didn’t really mind it, especially when it involved a bit of hard cider.

You were on number... actually, you’d lost count. It was probably time to stop.

Sure, you held your ‘liquor’ better than any pony, what they called the hard stuff took a good number of full glasses to get you buzzed. But... well... you’d been drinking for a while now... and as safe as it was to drink at one of Pinkie’s parties, you didn’t look forward to the pounding headache you’d have if you didn’t start drinking some water.

Meandering your way through the crowd, you made a wobbly beeline for the drink table to get yourself some water. But... something caught your eye...

There, off to the side, was Pinkie Pie, her party hat lost somewhere with no search party being gathered, a cup of cider in her hands... and worryingly, no smile on her face...

No... you reconsidered that as you approached her, there was a smile on her face... a small one and distinctly sad... her deep blue eyes watching the ponies the party was for....

You didn’t know what had happened or what she was thinking about that made her sad... but it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was that something was wrong with the world and no one was even trying to fix it. Pinkie Pie wasn’t happy.

Maybe you couldn’t fix things... but that sure as hell didn’t mean you weren’t going to try.

Downing the last of your cider, you crushed the paper cup and tossed it into the trash as you changed course, determinedly walking up behind the contemplative mare.

For just a moment, you could understand her completely. Someone wasn’t smiling, and you were willing to do whatever it took to change that... to see them happy once more...

Your arms wrapped around Pinkie’s waist as you pulled her back to your chest, the party pony stiffening and letting out a little squeak as her head came to rest just beneath your chin, “Hey,” she relaxed some, tilting her head back to look at you, “Aren’t you supposed to be the Queen of Smiles?”

Okay, maybe it didn’t make the most sense, but in your defense, you were thoroughly buzzed and it’d sounded good in your head.

Still, she relaxed into your arms, her head looking back at the ponies as she leaned back into you and giggled softly, “Silly willy...” her voice was far softer and nowhere near as bubbly as you’d come to associate with her, but it wasn’t truly sad, “If I’m a queen, then where’s my crown?”

You blinked before resting your head on top of her head, smiling at the ridiculous thought that slipped from your mouth, “I’m the crown?”

There was a moment of silence as Pinkie tilted her head to the side enough that she could lay her head back on your shoulder and look up at you, her eyebrow raised and the corner of her mouth quirked up in a clear question of ‘Are you that drunk?’

So you grinned, giving your head a little wiggle, “Ta da~? Or would ‘sparkle sparkle shiney’ be better?”

There was a moment of silence as she absorbed the statement, but then... well... it might have been the booze talking... but... the smile that came across her face could have been the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, like the warm sun peeking out from behind the clouds on a cold, dreary day...

She started to giggle, leaning back into you more as her body shook, her laughter was infectious and soon you were both having trouble keeping upright as you laughed together, using each other as support.

Eventually, the laughter died down to chuckles, Pinkie resting her head back against your shoulder, a surprisingly serene smile on her face, “Thanks... I needed that.” Her arms came up over her head and behind her to wrap loosely around your neck, holding on to you as she leaned back against your chest.

“It’s no problem at all,” your face felt warm, though from the booze, laughter, or embarrassment you weren’t sure, “If you ever need help, feel free to ask.”

Whatever Pinkie was about to say was lost to time as her name was called, her head lifting from your shoulder, “Yepperoonies~?!”

“We’re ready for the cake!”

“Okey dokey! I’ll have it out in a jiffy!” and with that, she’d somehow bounced out of your grasp and off towards the crowd.

Your arms felt rather empty, but when Pinkie spun around as she bounced off, that same radiant smile on her face, thanking you once more before she headed off to manage the party... it made your chest warm for reasons entirely unrelated to the booze.

o-Present-o

She really had taken you up on that offer, roping you into helping her out with her parties and occasionally her baking more than once.

If she’d always asked in that hyperactive and energetic way she often did it’d probably have started to get on your nerves but... well, she wasn’t always like that, and more than a few times she’d asked for your help sedately like she had this time.

And it wasn’t like she never gave you anything in return for your help...

o-Flashback-o

You walked into Sugarcube Corner, ignoring the closed sign as Pinkie had requested before. You’d done this a number of times to help her with things for parties, though this time was a bit different. She hadn’t asked you to come in to help with a party, just to come in during the Sugarcube Corner’s off hours...

“Pinkie?” there were the familiar scents of baking, of sugar and flour and a dozen other delicious smells.

“Be there in a second!” There was a clatter of dishes before the party pony stumbled into the main part of the bakery from the kitchen. She was honestly a bit of a mess, powdered sugar and flour coated various parts of her body and clothes, there was some batter on her cheek, and she honestly looked exhausted... exhausted and nervous... but happy, “Heya~ Take a seat wherever ya want~”

Smiling, you did so at one of the tables, “So... what’s the occasion?”

Vaulting over the counter, Pinkie bounced over to you to give you a hug, accidentally smearing some of the baking goods on you and your outfit as she rubbed her cheek against yours, “I just wanted to thank you for all the help you’re always giving me and the others!”

You weren’t worried about the mess she’d gotten on your clothes, because you kinda sorta just maybe had totally been expecting something like this to happen and hadn’t worn anything you minded getting dirty.You got messy working with Pinkie almost as much if not more than you did working with Applejack.

Still you smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist and hugging her back as she sat down beside you, still hugging you tight, “It’s nothing big Pinkie, I don’t mind helping.” This was more than a bit normal, Pinkie did this to you all the time, the pink pony loving physical contact, oftentimes just hugging you or one of your friends and staying there while everyone talked.

Pinkie placed her hands on your shoulders and pushed you back enough to look you in the eye with a pout, her deep blue eyes staring into your own as she pouted, “Nuh uh! It is a big deal! You do so much for the others and me... you deserve to be rewarded!”

Before you could respond, there was a ding from the kitchen and Pinkie was off like a rocket, “Berightback~”

Sighing, you shook your head, an affectionate smile on your face. Pinkie would be Pinkie. There was a number of sounds from the kitchen as the baker worked, within a few minutes, she had returned with a tray in hand, a single cupcake on it.

… well this was new.

The cupcake was set in front of you, Pinkie beaming as she bounced in place. Glancing between her and the cupcake a few times, you stared at the pastry... The little wrapper was a tie-die blue and yellow and there was a swirly mass of dark pink icing on top of it.

Picking it up, you studied it for a moment, noting Pinkie flopping into the chair beside you and leaning against your side you glanced over at her, raising an eyebrow. “... it’s a cupcake.”

“Yuppers! I made it special just for you! It’s fun and sweet and pink, I call it the Pinkie~”

She... was giving you... herself...? No... that can’t be right... “Pinkie...” you hesitantly ventured as you unwrapped the cupcake, finding it to be moist and a lighter pink than the icing, “Have you given all your best friends these?”

“Nope~” she said with a smile, her head laying against your shoulder as she leaned against you, “Just you.”

“I–... thanks...” no words would come, you were just overwhelmed, unable to do much more at the moment other than take a careful bite of the cupcake.

It was delicious.

Slowly, you ate the cupcake as Pinkie just lay against you there, the two of you alone in the closed bakery, a serene smile on her face.

Not much later, Pinkie headed off to the kitchen to clean up and you, still overwhelmed by the potential implications of what PInkie had just given you... could think of nothing to say and had quietly left. Unfortunately, in doing so you lost any real opportunity to discuss it with her, as from then on, she’d dodged any attempt to bring it up in her normal, exuberant way...

o-Present-o

And the Cutie Mark Crusaders had basically ditched her... leaving her to prepare for a sizable surprise party by herself, and Pinkie’s tasks would probably take the least amount of time, you’d have the best chance of getting her stuff done and getting to the others that needed help by today...

Well, aside from maybe Rarity... and she had taken the time to schedule this with you beforehand... and she was making this suit for you for free...

o-Flashback-o

“Welcome to the Carousel Boutique, how may I– Ah! It’s you darling, whatever can I do for you?” the recent acquaintance of yours smiled as she greeted you personally.

“Well, I kind of need some help...” you rubbed your arm a bit awkwardly, it was a bit of an uncomfortable topic.

“With what dear?”

“Um... well... I need clothes...” An elegant eyebrow was raised, clearly asking for elaboration, “A lot of clothes... almost nothing’s my size and... well... it’s made for ‘ponies’... “

The unicorn turned back to her work area with a small grin. "Ah, missing something?" she said while flicking her tail meaningfully, which did very interesting things to her hips.

Dragging your eyes back to a more modest level you see her looking over her shoulder. Her small grin had been replaced with a full smirk. “Among other things,” you say as you try to control your burning cheeks.

Not only were you bigger than the average pony, they had a slightly different body structure, including their hips and tail among other things. While not visibly different, it meant a lot when trying to get pants that fit properly, it was tight in weird places and loose in others. While the pants that the Princesses had gotten you fit, well... they chafed.

Badly.

Her smile was gentle, “Well then darling, I’ll need some measurements to make a proper set, but I do believe I can modify what you have within a few minutes.”

“Thanks, I could really use it,” you admitted.

“It’s quite alright dear, I’d be happy for the challenge, working for an entirely new species! It’s a rare opportunity and one I’m glad to have!” a measuring tape seemingly appeared from nowhere and hovering beside her, “Now, come on, where is it uncomfortable?”

oOo

You walked towards the park with Fluttershy in a companionable silence, the two of you were meeting up with Rarity there. It was nice to hang out with the two of them, it was far calmer and less mentally intensive than trying to hang out with any of the others, a wonderful chance to just relax.

However, as you approached the park, you got the distinct feeling that the relaxing would have to wait.

“Snow Flake, I quite assure you, I am not interested. I have not been interested and will not be interested.”

A scowl crossed your face and you sped up your pace, that was Rarity’s voice.

It didn’t take long for Rarity and the stallion to come into view. Your friend’s arms were crossed and her back to you, her tail pressed tightly against the back of her legs and a number of other smaller signs that you recognized. Rarity didn’t want to be talking to this guy and he wouldn’t go away.

Your scowl deepened as you sped up a bit more, a dozen very nasty thoughts flashing through your head as you approached them. It’d be better to just give Rarity a chance to disengage tactfully rather than confront the idiot directly, but you were tempted. Oh so tempted.

“Come on Rares, y’know you can’t resist all of this,” the stallion smirked and reached out to grab Rarity’s shoulder.

The stallion’s eyes jumped up from Rarity to you, his eyes widened in unmistakable fear. Belatedly, you realized that you had made some form of noise to draw his attention, and that you were outright snarling at him.

You didn’t stomp, you didn’t run, you didn’t rage, you just kept walking towards them, schooling your face into something less violent. You doubted you kept the anger from your face entirely, but you tried, your hands clenching into fists briefly before you loosened them.

The stallion let go of Rarity’s shoulder and took a step back as you came to stand beside her. Rarity looked over at you and several emotions crossed her face in quick succession: confusion, surprise, gratitude, affection, and then a smug smirk. Her body language changed entirely as she spoke, “Dearest, how wonderful to see you.”

Your eyes were locked on the stallion as you approached, trying to school your expression into something a bit more pleasant, but you’re pretty sure you failed.

“Hey Rarity, good to catch up to you, ready for our picnic?” you found yourself quite grateful that you were bigger than most ponies, standing almost a head taller than Rarity herself and half a head taller than this idiot. The work you’d been doing for Applejack didn’t hurt either.

There was a slight tug at your hand, you glanced down to see the briefest flashes of magic about your hand tugging it upwards. A glance up confirmed that there was a mischievous twinkle in Rarity’s eyes.

Humoring her, you raised your hand and placed it on her shoulder, and the change was subtle but instantaneous. The tension that had kept Rarity taut as a bowstring seemed to melt away under your hand as she spoke, “Quite ready for our day together dearest.”

“H-Hey-!”the stallion’s voice had started strong, but had become nothing more than a squeak when Rarity and you both turned to glare at him, “N-Nevermind, I-I’ll just be going now.”

“That would be for the best, yes.”

The stallion turned tail and fled, he didn’t actually run or anything ridiculous, but there was no other way to describe the hurried walk of his. It was a bit bad of you, but you couldn’t help but feel very satisfied about that.

oOo

Covering your mouth, you tried to stifle your laughter as you walked beside Rarity towards the spa. You’d been roped into going there with the girls, again, not that it really bothered you to spend time with them. Let alone when it meant being with them in just towels.

An amused smirk was all that Rarity showed of her own amusement, obviously winning the game between the two of you. You didn’t remember when it’d started, but the two of you had started trying to make the other laugh without laughing yourself.

‘Unfortunately’, Rarity seemed to be considerably better at it than you. She had an iron control of her facial expressions when she wanted to and a surprisingly wide array of jokes, ranging from tame to raunchy. The way she could deliver the most outrageous punchlines with a perfectly nonchalant attitude tended to make them even funnier.

Turning the corner to the spa you felt a bit whimsical. Speeding up just a bit, you got to the doors before your companion and opened it for her, sweeping your arm and bowing slightly as you held the door for her, smiling openly in your mirth, “M’lady.”

When she didn’t immediately respond, you looked up, finding a contemplative look on her face. Then she nodded to herself, a small smile crossing her face, “Of course... dearest, thank you.”

And then she swept beside you and a realization washed over you.

She was beautiful.

Her light coat of fur was a beautiful white, her hair perfectly curled and shining in the sunlight, and her eyes… they truly were like two gemstones, sparkling in the light. The simple black skirt hung perfectly from her hips, the ruffled ends brushing against her ankles, the long-sleeved blouse complimenting her perfectly, hugging her just right.

Her tail brushed against you as she passed by, just a little extra sway to her hips, “Come along, our friends await.”

“R-Right…” your cheeks warmed as you followed her inside.

oOo

“Now hold still dearest, I can’t exactly work if you squirm.”

“That’s… easier said than done,” you murmured. And it was true.

She’d had you remove everything except your pants so that she could adjust them properly, but for some reason, in order to get her measurements, instead of using her magic to move the tape measure, she’d taken to using it herself, citing that her magic wasn’t precise enough for such delicate work.

You weren’t sure about the validity of that statement, but her warm breath against your stomach and the soft brushes of her fingertips against your thighs tended to make thinking a bit hard…

Difficult, made thinking difficult. Not hard. Never hard. Hard would be bad right now.

“Still dearest, don’t make this more difficult on yourself than it needs to be, just do as I say and I’m quite sure you’ll… enjoy the results,” the measuring tape was cinched tighter to punctuate the sentence.

You flushed at the double meaning as the unicorn grinned up at you, completely in control of the situation despite her being the one kneeling.

More than any of the others, Rarity was most able to turn you into a quivering puddle of awkward jello. She seemed to love teasing you, responding with coy innocence whenever you’d tried to bring it up.

Taking the tape from around your thigh, she placed a hand on your bare side for support before standing, her cheek barely brushing against you and the delectable smell of her perfume wafting over you before she turned, her fingertips lingering against your side before being pulled away.

It’d probably be a bit easier on you if she didn’t have to keep making you new clothes or tailoring the ones you already had since your physique had been improving from working at the Apple farm. And any complaints you might’ve had were dispelled by the simple fact that she’d been doing all of this work for you for free.

She was beyond generous, literally giving you custom made outfits for special occasions and modifying the normal clothes you bought... all for a bit of teasing and a little of your time.

Your eyes were unable to pull away from the sashay of Rarity’s hips as she walked over to get some tools.

Quite possibly best excuse to spend time with an attractive female ever.

o-Present-o

Rarity had scheduled for today considerably earlier... and it wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy spending time with her...

Then again, Fluttershy would need some help, she could handle the animals and could, with some difficulty, get the bags of feed... but doing both when the animals were hungry? It’d be hard for her... and you didn’t want her to go through that...

And with any luck, you’d be able to talk to her about something in particular...

o-flashback-o

“Thank you very much for helping me out, I really appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem,” you returned Fluttershy’s gentle smile as you dropped the last of the feed bags into the shed behind her house.

You’d been roped into taking the feed bags to Fluttershy from the apple farm. Not that this was a big deal considering that you were getting paid for your time,and besides, you got to hang out with Fluttershy for a bit as well.

Sure, it involved manual labor and the pegasus fending off any number of hungry animals. Usually with just polite words, but there had been this one bear quite eager to get into the apples you’d brought over... and Fluttershy had gotten a bit more... physical with the bear than you’d thought was possible from the beautiful mare.

Seriously, she could’ve tucked her head under your chin while you were both standing, and had the body of a model... and yet she’d thrown that bear around like a rag doll!

You made a note to yourself to never make her mad.

“Oh... no, I insist,” she said softly, her voice barely audible in the shed, “Thank you very much. It would’ve been much harder without your help.” She bowed her head slightly, her long, light pink hair cascading over her shoulder as she did.

For a moment, you wondered at the fact that she seemed to have remained almost entirely clean despite wrestling a bear... but then you noticed a few scuffs on her sweater and pants as well as a few twigs and pieces of grass in her long hair and tail. It seems even she couldn’t get out of it entirely ‘unscathed’.

“I’m just doing my job, literally,” you chuckled, dusting off your hands, “And really, I don’t mind helping at all.”

“Oh, well... if... if it wouldn’t be too much trouble...” her hands were clasped together in front of her as she looked away, hiding most of her face behind a curtain of hair, “It’d be really nice if you could help me clean up the chicken coop tomorrow, one of the beams has fallen and it’s hard to put it up by myself...” her toe began to trace circles in the dirt, her tail pressing against her legs and her wings pressing against her shoulders as she shrunk in on herself, “I mean, if it’s not too much trouble... I’d really appreciate it...”

Doing some more not-so-hard work or missing out on spending time with a sweet, soft-spoken, and very attractive (if shy) female? One that you’d just seen wrestle down a bear? Not that hard of a decision. Besides, it wasn’t like you had much else to do tomorrow...

“Sure, it wouldn’t be any problem at all.”

… and seriously, bear wrestling, she’d just done that. No matter any other feelings about her or the work, you weren’t about to risk upsetting her in the least.

oOo

“Oh come on, even I know that three bits is too much for that many carrots,” you scowled at the pony behind the stand.

“I-It will be hard to feed all of the pets with just that many carrots...” Fluttershy said from beside you, looking down at the ground.

The pony behind the stall groaned and palmed her face, “Alright... alright, two bits.”

You and your companion both smiled as you handed over the bits and accepted the carrots.

You still weren’t sure how you’d gotten roped into helping Fluttershy shop. It had something to do with the fact that none of the others could help her today, and despite still adjusting to the whole bartering thing you were better at it than Fluttershy. And maybe it had something to do with how Fluttershy didn’t seem all that scared of you, shy and quiet sure, but not all that scared.

Sometime over the course of the day, the two of you had had slipped into a comfortable habit of being a good-cop/bad-cop duo of bartering. And it was working so well that you’d started picking up the things you needed for your own home, which Fluttershy was happy to do.

Was this all emasculating? Maybe, but for all the parts of your brain that might’ve said ‘but she’s a pony!’, she was a beautiful, sweet, and not all that different from a human when you got down to it, and you got to spend time with her.

So as you put the carrots into the bag over your shoulder, adding it to your burden, you didn’t even think about complaining. The soft feathers of Fluttershy’s wing brushed against your arm as you headed to the next thing on your lists, the pegasus walking beside you, carrying some of the lighter items you had gotten today.

The brush of a touch against the back of your leg made you turn to your companion, finding her blue eyes flicking to your own before she looked away, her hair falling in front of her face as she said softly, “Thank you for helping me with shopping... I’m still not very good at it... could... could you help me shop from now on? I-If it’s not too much trouble...”

“Fluttershy...” blinking in surprise, your brain tried to catch up with the sudden request.

But before you could think up a proper response, she looked up at you with those beautiful blue eyes, and there was a tug at your leg from her long tail wrapped loosely around it as she breathed out, “Please...?”

Whatever thought processes you’d had before, they were completely gone as you stuttered out, your face heating up, “S-Sure...”

She smiled at you, her face lighting up brilliantly and your heart skipping a beat, “Thank you,” and with that, she walked forward, her pulling away from your leg and swaying back and forth with her hips as she walked, her wings flaring out in a gesture that could only be called happy before tucking back against her.

It took a moment before you realized that you had stopped walking, at which point you shook your head and walked quickly to catch up. You’d heard about women being called ‘stunning’, but that was ridiculous!

… good ridiculous, but still.

oOo

The cool drink was pressed into your hand, and you sent Fluttershy a grateful smile as you accepted it, sipping it as she sat down beside you. Her soft wings brushed against your arm as she adjusted them, her ankles crossing as she tucked them beneath the bench, a serene smile on her face as she cradled her own drink.

The two of you sat on the bench in the shade, just relaxing after a hard day’s work. Somewhere along the line, you’d been unofficially given the job of helping Fluttershy out with the deliveries of feed to her animal shelter. Occasionally, Big Mac would help as well, but most of the deliveries over the past year and a half had been handled by you.

You’d just finished hauling around those large feed sacks that her shelter had delivered to it while Fluttershy had handled the hungry animals.

Now you were enjoying a cool drink with her as the animals napped in a comfortable silence. It was a warm day, and despite normally being reserved, Fluttershy had forgone her usual sweater and pants in favor of a light pink sundress that complimented her soft yellow fur and equally pink hair and tail.

There were more than a few ‘not so decent’ thoughts that a supermodel’s body with large, amazing wings in such an outfit inspired, alongside the more decent ones like ‘angelic’...

The sound of your name, softly spoken, shook you out of your musings, a slight flush on your face at the direction your thoughts had gone as you turned to the right, looking at Fluttershy, “Yeah?”

“I–...” she had set her drink aside, her hands clasped together in her lap as she stared down at them, “I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate your help...”

“Hey,” you responded gently, an amused and long ‘suffering’ smile on your face, “It’s noth–”

“No!” her head snapped up, her blue eyes boring into your own, “No... I... you always help me so much...” her hand closer to you came to rest on your shoulder, “I really can’t thank you enough... you’re such a big help... but...” Her other hand came to rest on your knee as she leaned in, her scent washing over you, a subtle mix of grass and strawberries. Her hair brushed against your skin before you felt her lips press lightly against your cheek at the corner of your mouth.

Your face felt like it was on fire as she slowly pulled back, “Thank you, I...” she sat back, her touch lingering for a moment before she pulled her hands back to her lap, looking away, “I don’t really deserve you or all the help you give me...”

Brain considerably fried, you still took offense to that bit, “What?”

“I–...” as if realizing what she had said, she stood quickly, “I should go.”

“Fluttershy, what do you mean–”

“S-Sorry!” dodging away from your hand reaching for her wrist, the pegasus took off like a rocket, leaving you there, staring after her departing form.

o-Present-o

In the time since then, any time you’d brought that up, Fluttershy had found a way to either avoid the conversation, excuse herself, or Stare you into changing the topic.

You’d been hoping to get a chance to talk to her about it, that was taking self-esteem issues a bit too far...

But... Dash had scheduled with you today for a reason, it was only a day before the plans for the next seasons weather were due in... sure she’d been putting this off, but neither of you had expected the others to need help today as well... and she was the pony to warm up to you fastest other than Twilight...

o-Flashback-o

"You're reading Daring Do...?"

Blinking, you looked up at the blue 'pegasus' above you. Wearing a tank-top with a jean jacket over it and loose jeans, she stood with her hands on her hips, looking down at you in surprise.

"Um... yeah?" it was one of the fiction books among the pile of books Twilight had offered as an alternative to TV since the translation spell didn't work on the pseudo-magical television. It had been pretty good so far, and you'd taken the first book outside into the nice weather to read it, you'd found a nice tree in the park to sit beneath as you worked your way through the book.

The pegasus' face split into a beaming grin, "Heck alien, you're not so bad," the pegasus did a little twist before flopping down beside you, leaning against the tree, "So, what chapter you on?"

"Um," surprised by her sudden reaction and the warmth of her so close to you, it took you a moment to process the question, "Chapter six..."

"Ooh! The next chapter's one of the best! You'll totally love it!"

"Um, thanks...?"

"No problem! Now come on! Get back to reading," she nudged you, gesturing at the book in your hands.

Confused, but not seeing a reason to argue, you turned back to the book, noting that Rainbow Dash leaned over some to read over your shoulder, her wings tucked behind her back. It soon turned out that she was right.

oOo

“Alright, your turn, my throat’s getting sore,” Dash laughed a bit, handing off the book to you. With a smile of your own, you began to read the next chapter of the surprisingly good Daring Do series aloud as Dash leaned in to read over your shoulder, the two of you were propped up against a tree.

Her warm wing was wrapped around you like a blanket, a shield against the autumn wind. The sun was bright in the crisp air, warming your skin where it touched, Dash’s presence warming anything it didn’t catch.

Little days off like this... just hanging with a beautiful and energetic mare... they were little slices of heaven...

“Hey y’all!”

oOo

“Bet’cha can’t!”

“Oh you’re on!” you called up from below, soaked to the bone by the weathermare’s efforts with the cloud she held.

“Pfffft, you totally can’t get me!” she grinned teasingly down at you, laughing as she flew off.

A small scowl settled on your face. You’d said that you’d get her back, but how? She did kinda have the whole ‘flying’ thing...

An evil idea crossed your mind, making you grin, time to go see Pinkie.

oOo

“Hey, Dash?”

“What is it big gu–” *SPLASH* “-pbbbttthhhh!!! What?!”

There was definitely a massive, shit-eating grin on your face as you leaned against the instrument of your revenge, “So, what’d I win?” you patted the borrowed, repurposed Party Cannon - Water Balloon Edition, “Because if I remember correctly, you bet me I couldn’t get you back.”

Dash hovered there for a moment, stunned and dripping wet, before a devious grin came over her face, “You won yourself a prank war with the most awesome pegasus ever! That’s what!”

Aw crap.

oOo

“Agh! Alright! I give I give! I know you’re there Dash! I give!” furiously, you scratched at your back, desperately trying to sate the terrible itching. Two weeks of escalating pranks, but this one was horrendous! It hadn’t gone away since this morning! It’d only gotten worse!

Dash’s triumphant laugh confirmed what you’d suspsected, and the blue pegasus flew over, “So, you admit I’m the better, more awesomer, and all around cooler pegasus?” she teased.

“Yes! Now how do you stop this?!”

Giggling, Dash flew closer, “Easy, stop scratching for a sec.”

With a supreme effort, you follow her instructions, pulling your hands away from the crawling sensation along your back and chest. With a grin, the pegasus grabbed a hold of the bottom of your shirt and yanked it off. Your face reddened slightly in embarrassment, but the itching had only lessened, not gone away.

Smirking, she reached behind her and between her wings, grabbing a small, dark cloud that she’d somehow tucked between them. You raised an eyebrow at her even as she squeezed the cloud in her hand, grinning broadly at you. You’d already tried to change shirts and wash off your chest, you weren’t stupid.

Then she gave the little cloud a squeeze, and a small bolt of lightning jumped out to your chest, making you yelp at the sudden shock, sending Dash into a fully belly laugh, falling to the ground as you jerkily patted at your chest where you’d be struck.

“Hey! How’s that-... supposed...” you touched your chest, realizing that the itching had stopped, “What the hell...”

Dash pushed herself back up, still giggling, “Pegasus itching powder! Stuffs hard to get since it takes some ground up pegasus wing primaries to make,” she flexed her wings, fanning out the large end-feathers, “But... if you know how to make it, it’s the best itching powder out there! Only shocks can cancel it out!”

“Devious...” you muttered, still rubbing your chest where the bolt of lightning had struck you. You’d just thought that it was just a trick of the light that your shirts were a bit blue...

Still giggling, the pegasus grabbed your elbow, “Come on, let’s head to your place. I made sure to get all of your shirts just to be sure you’d wear one.”

“At least you hadn’t done my underwear...” you muttered, ‘causing the pegasus’ face to turn red.

“H-Hey! I wanted to win the prank war, not screw you over!” she glanced at your chest before her grin turned teasing, “Though seeing you try to scramble out of your pants would’ve been fun to watch.”

Flushing, you grumbled something unintelligible under your breath about sexual deviant pegasi, but all Dash did was laugh as she dragged you off towards your home.

oOo

“Okay girls, I need to get going, I’ve gotta help Applejack in the morning,” you smiled gently at the group of pegasi of the weather team, happy to have been invited for their party, Pinkie Pie still dancing off to the side.

Dash smiled at you from her place beside you, “No problem big guy, I’m gonna stay here for a while longer though, gonna help Pinkie clean up after it’s all done.”

Returning her smile with a small one of your own, you downed what was left of your drink and turned to head out, “Alright, see you tomorr-ow...?” a tugging at your thigh made you stop in confusion, looking down you found a multicolored tail wrapped around your thigh. Unbidden, your eyes followed it up to the ass it was attached to, covered in a tight pair of jeans. Your eyes went up to her face where, instead of its normal sky-blue, Dash’s face was a solid shade of red.

“Dash...?” the tail whipped away from you so quickly you could almost hear the crack.

“Not. A. Word.” she ground out.

“R-Right...”

There was a tittering from the pegasus mares that the two of you had been talking with, earning a snarl from your friend. Wisely, you decided that discretion was the better part of valor, “I-I’ll just be going now–”

“Good.”

oOo

Another pony to talk to... that had only happened a few days ago even... ugh...

But what about Applejack?

o-Flashback-o

“How am I going to pay for this...”

You stared at the apple in your hand. Technically, you didn’t have to pay for this apple since it was a gift, but... it had made you realize that you were only being given a home, not the money for the rest of your life.

Sure, the house was yours, but you still had to pay for food, for water, for the equivalent of electricity that their magic-based stuff worked off of... and that was probably only the start...

“What’s the matter sugarcube?”

Startled, you looked up from the apple to the pony that had given it to you a little while ago, “Ah, well…”

“That one’s free Sugarcube, so don’t you worry ‘bout that,” Applejack smiled gently at you, putting a hand on her hip while tipping her hat back with the other. You schooled your expression into your best rendition of pleased embarrassment, but before you could speak, her expression changed, both of her hands going to her hips as she scowled at you, “But that ain’t what’s got you worried now is it…?”

Flushing at being caught, you looked back down at the apple in your hand, “… yeah… I don’t have a job and I can’t live off of everyone’s generosity forever…”

“Well ah don’t know about the rest of the girls, but ah know that the farm almost always needs another helpin hand. If you were willin’ to get y’er hands dirty, there’s plenty for ya’ to do around here and we’d pay ya’ right.”

Surprised for a second time in as many minutes, you turned back to the farmgir– mare. Her hands were on her hips… she’d ditched her usual chaps and gloves for the party, leaving her in jeans, a tied off shirt, and a vest in addition to her ever-present hat… and she was smiling. This beautiful, strong, independent woman was offering you a job and a way to dodge the job market entirely (as well as the whole ‘alien’ thing).

“That sounds great,” would it be hard work? Definitely. But hard work was better than no work.

oOo

Okay… maybe you could understand why Applejack and her family wore chaps or long jeans whenever they were working. The gloves had always made sense, but it was hot enough that it seemed just a bit silly to wear the chaps and jeans.

And then you’d encountered the briars, the thorns, the goats, the nastier sheep and any number of other things that just wanted to tear up your legs. It’d taken one day of the work before you’d asked for a pair of chaps of your own. You’d borrowed a pair of Big Macs until Rarity had made yours (the hat, vest, and scarf were complementary to ‘complete the look’).

This didn’t change the fact that it was hot to wear boots, pants, chaps, a long sleeved shirt, gloves, and a hat.

Necessary? Sure. But if there was a day working at the farm that you weren’t sweating then something was wrong.

Setting the ax aside, you slung your hatchet and rope into your belt before grabbing onto the lowest branch of the tree and heading up. It had been suggested by Twilight, during her studies of your anatomy, that your arms were far better structured for throwing things as well as swinging tools. Jokingly, Dash had suggested that you’d be better at climbing since you were a ‘monkey’, which Twilight had confirmed.

That had been worth a few chuckles… until you’d proven able to out-climb all the rest of them put together.

This had translated into you being given a number of tasks at the farm. You weren’t as good at hauling things as Big Mac, and all of the Apple siblings were stronger than you, but chopping down trees? Building things? Long hauls? On those things, you had them beat and you’d only gotten better with time.

With a loop and a tug, you’d wrapped the rope around the trunk of the tree about half-way up, “Ready down there AJ?!”

“Eyup! All good up there Sugarcube?”

A quick double check of the knots confirmed that you were, “Tied up tight!”

“Then come on down! We’re all clear!”

“Sure thing!” looping the rope around the hatchet you, you tossed the tool out of the tree, straight away from the trunk, the rope spooling out after it. There was a soft thud as the hatchet hit the ground and you started to pick your way down the tree. The rope started to go taught as one of the Apple siblings took a hold of it and started to pull it tight.

Once you were down there, you’d finish chopping at the base of the tree where you’d started as the Apple family (minus Granny) pulled, making sure the thirty foot tree came down where everyone wanted it rather than anywhere else.

Just another day on the Apple Farm.

oOo

“… how’m ah gonna do this…?”

A sudden sense of Déjà vu washed over you at those words.

Turning, you found your ‘boss’ staring at a sheaf of papers in her hands, obviously the source of the whispered words. If that’s what you’d looked like when you’d said a similar phrase while staring at an apple those months ago you could understand why Applejack had been determined to help you out.

“AJ?” you stepped up to your friend, wiping off your hands with the handkerchief you’d taken to carrying around while working on the farm, the farm-mare jumping slightly in surprise, “What’s the matter?”

She tried to turn the papers away from you, but looking over her shoulder, you quickly found the source of her problems. Accounting.

“It’s nothin’ worryin’ y’erself about sugarcube,” it looked like Canterlot was going to start requiring some more information from its farmers. At a glance, it didn’t look like it’d take much more counting while working than you already did, if any, but it’d take a fair bit more math.

“Applejack.” It was probably better for you to do this for her for a number of reasons, ranging from you being less likely to mess it up, to you just wanting to help your friend, to the fact that you still owed her for giving you a job so easily.

“Sugarcube, it’s nothin’ to worry y’erself over.”

You sighed, “AJ, you helped me out by letting me work here, I can handle this for you.”

“Ah can handle it just fine!”

“Yeah, but you don’t want to,” she scowled at you but didn’t deny what you’d said. With a small smile, you reached out and put a hand on her shoulder, “AJ, you don’t have to do everything yourself, that’s why I’m here remember? I’ll take care of it and you won’t have to worry about a thing. Promise.”

“Ah–....” she glanced at your hand before staring at the ground for a moment. Then she sighed, holding out the papers, “Alright sugarcube... ah’ll let ya do it.”

Taking them from her, you smiled, “Just relax for a bit AJ, I’ve got it handled.”

oOo

A yawn drew your attention from the paperwork in front of you. Blinking wearily, you looked up to find Applejack walking into the room. Was it really that late...? Well, early... “Sugarcube...? You’ve been workin’ all night...?”

Glancing between the papers and the cowpony a few times, you came to the conclusion that yes, you had been working all night, “Guess so...”

You smiled at her, your brain finally starting to catch up with the fact that she was rather... underdressed. Denim short shorts and a tied off button up shirt, her stetson was on its string, hanging against her back... and that was it. You flushed in embarrassment, though whether it was from how much skin she was showing or from being caught working so late you weren’t sure.

“Sugarcube...” she sighed, walking over to you.

Still, your smile didn’t falter, “I’m done, I was just double checking everything,” and you were. The math wasn’t all that hard, mostly simple arithmatic, there was just a lot of it and thus, a lot of places to have messed up, “I just have to put it all in a folder and hand it off to the mailmares at this point.”

“Ah can’t bel–... wait... what’d you say?”

“... that I’m done? Just have to put it in a folder and send it?”

Her mouth worked silently for a moment, a hand on her hip as she stared at you, “Ya’–... you’ve got it all done?”

“Yeah, I told you I’d handle it didn’t I?” you couldn’t help the smirk on your face as you shuffled the papers together in front of you.

However, Applejack’s reaction was different from what you’d been expecting, instead of indignation, irritation, or even teasing or just appreciative... she got quiet. She stared at you for a moment, a contemplative look on her face, “Yeah... ya’ did tell me that...” a small, tender smile spread across her face at that as she walked over to you, ruffling your hair with a hand, “Now why don’t ya get some sleep? You’ve been up way too long.”

“Yeah, like you haven’t done worse. I’m going to get this sent. I told you that you wouldn’t have to worry about it and you won’t.”

She slowly ran her fingers through your hair, the motion was soothing, “Thank you... Ah... Ah really appreciate y’er help...” After a moment, she pulled away, heading to the kitchen counter, and for just a moment, you couldn’t help but stare. Her taut muscles flexed under her skin as she walked, her hips swaying as she reached back and tied her hair into it’s customary ponytail, “Now... how does breakfast sound to ya’?”

This time your flush was definitely because of her lack of clothing and rather indecent thoughts, “S-Sure...”

o-Present-o

And, well... it wasn’t like you didn’t care about her...

o-flashback-o

Usually, Big Mac would be the one doing this, but he’d been needed to take a large delivery of apples halfway to the other side of Equestria.

There was a good reason why he’d usually be the one helping Applejack right now, and that reason was a simple one. It was a fucking stampede.

A stampede you were running on one side of as Applejack ran on the other.

Seriously, a stampede. Why were you doing this again?

Oh, right, because no one else could. Damnit.

You shouted again, a wordless “Yee-aahh!” to make the mass of cattle turn, herding them away from Ponyville. You just had to keep them on course right now. The hardest part was working with Applejack without talking to her and keeping up with the herd. The ponies had an easier time keeping up with them, but you could keep going longer than they could.

Later, you’d find out that it’d been an animated and automatic garden hose that had horrendous timing, but at the time, all you knew was that the stampede of cows suddenly veered in your direction despite your screams and shouts otherwise.

Suddenly in the middle of a rampaging mass of bodies and hooves and horns, you dodged and ducked and weaved desperately, vaguely, you could hear your name being shouted, but it took all of your concentration to not get gored. Even then, it was only moments later that a horn clipped your shoulder, tearing open your shirt and skin and sending a flash of pain through you.

There was another flash of pain as something wrapped around you and a mighty lurch–

–sky, the clouds above you, tumbling–

–the mass of brown and black and tan and white below you, the herd of cattle stampeding–

“Ugh-!” “Oof!”

Another bit of pain, this time less as you slammed into something soft and yet tough and went tumbling once more.

Still disoriented, being sat up quickly wasn’t much of a help, “Sugar! Hun! Are you alright!” there were hands on your shoulders as the world came back into focus, orange and yellow and two orbs of green gaining clarity in front of you before your world became warm, orange softness, arms wrapping tightly around you and clutching you tight, “Oh Celestia, Ah was so worried!”

There were drops of wetness on the top of your head as the world kept returning to you. Your face was pressed into soft flesh, your skin rubbing against a thin coat of orange fur, “Celestia, Ah thought you’d been–...”

Slowly pushing yourself up, a pair of soft hands settled on your cheeks, tilting your face upwards. You found yourself face to face with Applejack, tears streaming down her face as she softly said, “Ah don’t know what Ah’d do if Ah lost you...”

Your eyes locked with her own a brilliant emerald green ones, her warm breath playing against your skin, “A-Applejack...” you were both on the grass of the hill, you atop of her as her thumbs slowly traced circles on your cheeks.

A particularly loud bellow from the stampede of cattle broke the spell over the two of you, the farmmare’s face lit up with a bright blush and both of you quickly pulled away, scrambling up to your feet, the lasso she’d used to pull you out of the stampede falling to the ground, “T-Thanks! I’d have been in some real trouble if you hadn’t gotten me out of there.”

“R-Right! A-Ah’m just happy you’re okay sugar! You’d better get that checked out and Ah better get back to handlin’ the stampede an’ all!”

“Y-Yeah, you’re right,” you covered the wound you’d gotten, wincing in pain. She was right, it wasn’t terrible, but you needed to go to the doctor, Applejack could handle things from here, the herd had been deflected from the town...

It wasn’t like you had much of a choice, as moments after you finished that sentence, Applejack had already dashed off after the herd.

o-Present-o

Applejack was your boss and her message had said that she was afraid that the place was going to fall down...

Still, you had to choose which one of them to help first, you couldn’t exactly be in two places at once...

Choices:
Would you help Applejack? Go To: “First Up - The FarmMare” Warnings: Estrus Excuse, Vanilla Boinking, Wall-Banging

Would you help Dash? Go To: ”First Up - The Athlete” Warnings: Estrus Excuse, Vanilla Boinking, Mild Wingplay

Would you help Fluttershy? Go To: ”First Up - The Caretaker” Warnings: Estrus Excuse, Passionate Boinking

Would you help Pinkie Pie? Go To: ”First Up - The Baker” Warnings: Estrus Excuse, Mild Foodplay, Vanilla Boinking

Would you help Rarity? Go To: ”First Up - The Fashionista” Warnings: Estrus Excuse, Mild Dominance-Play, Vanilla Boinking

Would you help Twilight? Go To: ”First Up - The Librarian” Warnings: Estrus Excuse, Cute-Overload, Vanilla Boinking

First Up - The Athlete

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Warnings: Estrus Excuse, Mild Wingplay, Vanilla Boinking, Minimal Plot, Exposition

Well... Rarity would understand if you were a bit late today, and the others just would appreciate some help, they could handle themselves for a bit while you helped Dash... and Dash had been putting this off more and more recently, so she didn't really have that much time, she'd need all the help she could get...

Mind made up, you started to pull your phone out of your pocket, but the motion was interrupted by the sounds of voices.

Ah, just who you were looking for.

A smile crossed your face as you walked over to her, the mare leaning against the table of a cafe and speaking to two of her friends, “Hey Dash.”

The pegasus nearly jumped out of her skin at that, letting out a yelp as her wings flared, “Buck! Don’t do that!” her hand slapped against your chest, her face flushed as she scowled at you. The two pegasi seated at the table giggled, and you couldn’t help but give Rainbow Dash a bit of a cheeky grin.

“Oh come on, you’ve done worse to me,” Dash scowled at you, making you shake your head, “It was funny and you know it.”

In spite of the small smile on her face, Dash snorted, looking away from you, “Yeah okay, it was kinda funny. But seriously, stop that!” Dash poked you in the chest, her cheeks still flushed slightly as her wings tucked back against her back.

You smiled, making a placating gesture with your free hand, “Alright alright! We still on for later today?” Dash was energetic and boisterous, fun-loving and aggressive, and while sports may not have been the end-all be-all of your world back home, the way Dash talks about Equestrian sports makes it worthwhile. The fact that the average pegasi looked almost like an angel, being winged humanoids with unusual ears, hooves for feet, tails, and a brightly colored coat of fur was one thing, but her well-toned ass, athletic figure, and beautiful face definitely didn’t hurt things.

Dash opened her mouth to speak, but one of the pegasi, Flitter if you remember correctly, interrupted her, “Oh definitely! She was just making sure her schedule was cleared, wasn’t she?” she grinned over at her fellow pegasus.

“Mhm! She was just making sure that she had all the time with you that she needs to work everything out,” the other pegasus grinned, a certain amount of teasing in her tone.

You flush slightly, far from stupid enough to miss the implication, but it’s not like that. You’ve been helping Dash work out the weather plans for the area every month, and that’s all this is.

Opening your mouth to defend Dash’s honor, the blue mare beats you to it, growling at the two sisters, leaning over the table to get into their faces, “It is not like that and you two know it! And don’t go making plans for me either!”

While Fitter leaned back, Cloudchaser put on the slightest pout, “But Rainbow, you still need to do it, and you already set the day aside to work with him!”

Both Dash and you flushed even harder, but the blue pegasus growled, pointing a finger at the offending mare, “You. You’re so getting a week of Everfree Edge duty for that.” While the one sister wilted, the other just grinned harder.

“So you are going to get him to help–”

“Shut it! Not. Another. Word.”

You were smart enough not to get involved in this. And it was obvious that they were trying to make Dash agree to hang out with you despite her having intended to cancel your session for the day. Carefully, you ventured, “We can put it off if you want Dash–”

“No!” she snapped, whirling on you before realizing what she was doing. She coughed and looked away, “I– no, we scheduled for today and I... I actually do need to get it- those worksheets,” she growled when one of the sisters sniggered, “Done. We’ll just have to be quick about it, okay? I just, I have stuff I need to do okay?”

“Yeah, like–”

“Zip it!”

Though concerned and not entirely convinced, you nodded, deciding it was better not to question her when she was worked up like this, “Alright, I guess I’ll see you later Dash?”

“Yeah, later big guy,” she waved distractedly as she continued to glare at the smirking pegasi before her. You turned, but when you made to take a step, there was a tug on your thigh. Confused, you looked down to find a rainbow tail wrapped around your leg. Unbidden, your eyes followed the tail up to the jeans-covered-ass it came from, then up to the normally sky-blue face of Dash.

Her eyes were wide as she stared into space, her face so red it could’ve been a fire-hydrant, and her mouth slightly open in either an interrupted word or shock. You made to apologize, though for what you weren’t sure, it just seemed appropriate, but the sniggers of the pair of pegasi snapped her out of it rather quickly. Dash snarled, her tail pulled away from your leg so fast you couldn’t help but imagine a whip-crack before she whirled to you, “Go!”

“D-Dash, it’s–”

“I said go!” she swung a palm at your head, making you duck and scramble away. The two pegasi sisters giggled, but this only drew Dash’s wrath, the head weathermare spinning to them and verbally tearing into them.

Yeah, it was probably a good time to go.

Okay, that was strange... that was the second time now...

oOo

With the agitated Dash and the foolish mares that had been antagonizing her well behind you, you entered your small home. Princess Celestia had been kind enough to give the home to you after the trouble you had gone through.

You didn’t know how you’d gotten to Equestria, no one did, you’d just woken up in the royal hospital, quarantined as an unknown species, dehydrated and singed all over, with a severe case of what the doctors had called “extreme mana burns”. According to Princess Luna, you’d simply appeared out of nowhere in the center of her astrological tower, the last thing you could remember before that had been going to bed at home.

It’d been nearly a month in the hospital as the doctors and the Princesses themselves had looked you over, checked out your vitals and generally ensured that you were neither in danger, or a danger yourself. It had been... difficult to say the least, because for three weeks, you hadn’t even been able to communicate with the strange, almost-human and yet distinctly not human beings caring for you and doing strange things.

The door to your small home opens easily and you slip inside, books in hand. It’s still rather sparse, even after four months here in Ponyville. A dresser, a bathroom, an adjoining kitchen/dining room, a comfortable chair by a bookshelf, and a desk with accompanying computer and chair.

Your bed doubles as a couch, and is thankfully primarily a bed, and a big one at that. Amusingly, because you’re almost half a head taller than the average pony, though there are exceptions like Big Macintosh, you occupied this uncomfortable range where the things made for “average ponies” were uncomfortably small, but those for the next size up were bigger than you needed. The Princesses had been generous enough to get you the bigger sizes.

Heading into the kitchen, you set the books and reference materials you’d gathered down, preparing for when Rainbow Dash would be coming by later today. You weren’t sure what was wrong, but you had your suspicions.

Dash, for all her boisterous nature, had warmed up to you quickly after Twilight had introduced you two, the lavender unicorn had been your guide to Ponyville and you suspected that Celestia had asked her to introduce you to her friends to ease your stay.

If she had, you were grateful, because the possibility of going back home was slim, there wasn’t even residue of teleportation where you’d entered Equestria, they had no clues on the how or why of your arrival. The endearing efforts of all of them to make you feel at home and the honest friendships that had developed had been a godsend, much like a stream of cool water in a blazing desert.

Each of the girls were delightful and beautiful in their own right, but for all that Dash was rough and tumble and derided ‘Mushy stuff’, you’d caught her staring at you more than once, and she had a tendency to get very close to you when working together on things like this... you were terrified it was your imagination, that you were reading into things that just weren’t there because you wanted it to be true, but...

A knock at the door interrupted your musings, and you headed over to it, shaking off the worries that kept trying to plague you. You had six beautiful women for close friends, trying to overthink things right now would be silly and presumptive.

Opening the door you find Dash there waiting for you, a small scowl on her face, “Hey, took you long enough...” she muttered before pushing past you. You blinked in confusion as you closed the door, Dash usually wasn’t this... aggressive or taciturn. You followed after her as she headed to your kitchen, already knowing that you would have the materials set up.

She’d brought her own materials of course, the official paperwork and charts that you two would be working from. They were carried in her shoulder-bag bouncing against her hip, made of the same dark blue as her denim, button-up jacket and pants.

The pegasus almost roughly threw the bag onto the table, grabbing one of the chairs and dragging it beside the other. Carefully, you asked, “Everything okay Dash...?”

“Fine!” she snapped, before wincing and looking away and continuing in a much softer voice, “I’m fine... sorry, just... can we get this done quick today?”

Slowly, you nodded, “Sure... just...” her discomfort was unsettling, Dash normally wasn’t like this and you didn’t like it, you had to at least ask, “Is there anything I can do to help you out?”

Dash’s rose colored eyes widened slightly, and for a moment you could swear they lit up eagerly, her wings straightening out at her sides, as she almost squeaked out, “Yes!” But the moment the word left her lips, her eyes widened even more, her face lighting up with a bright blush as her wings suddenly clamped down against her sides, “J-Just go quickly– I mean help me out with thi– gah!”

Groaning, she covered her face with her hands, her voice muffled as she asked, “Can we just get this over with? I’ve got some–thing to do.” There was a weird hesitation there, one you didn’t understand. But despite your confusion, you agreed to her request, hoping it would at least help her slightly.

Sitting down in your seat, you began to work your way through the papers she had brought you. Requests from farms, dictations from the Weather Bureau in Canterlot, the weather plans of the major regions around Ponyville, it was a mess and it was no surprise she appreciated the help you could provide.

Surprisingly, the blue pegasus not only sat down beside you, but rather closely, her shoulder actually occasionally brushing up against yours.

Confused, you did your best to ignore it, but it was hard. As the two of you worked, despite her harsh tone, despite her snapping at you, her hands would oftentimes brush against yours when passing papers around, her soft coat tickling against your skin. When you would lean forward to reach a sheet further down the table, you would lean back into her wing pressing against you. At times, you could almost swear she was deliberately leaning into you, pressing her side against yours, that you could feel her warm breath against your ear...

It was hard to banish the thoughts of turning to her, of leaning back into her touch... it was made easier by the fact that she would often pull back from the contact like she’d been shocked and would snap at you. But other times...

“No, that won’t work, we don’t have the pegasi to do that kind of thing,” Dash shook her head vehemently at the basic plan you’d drawn out on the paper.

“Really?” you didn’t see why, you glanced over at her, “What’s the problem?”

“It’s- ugh, it’s like in Witherball where you’ve got to spread out your defense even if your opponents offense is tight, one small gap in it leaves it way too open.”

You stared at the paper, trying to parse the analogy, “Witherball’s the one which only pegasi can do right?” She nodded and you looked back at the paper and the plan you’d sketched out, but even knowing what she was talking about, you couldn’t make the connection. Thus, your ever so eloquent, “Okay, say what?”

“Ugh, okay, look,” you looked alright. Dash leaned against you, grabbing your arm with the hand closer to you for stability as she pointed with the other, your arm trapped between her decently sized breasts as she elaborated on why your proposed plan wouldn’t work and how it related to Witherball.

You didn’t hear a word of it.

Her dark T-shirt wasn’t actually all that low cut, but you had considerable difficulty pulling your eyes away from the extra bit of skin exposed by her leaning forward. But even when you dragged your eyes back to the paper in front of you, only a few of her words actually got through to your brain, the pegasus almost insistently moving whenever your brain was finally working again, her breasts, soft even through her shirt, rubbing against your arm as she shifted to point at something else on the page.

Thankfully, you did catch the end of her explanation, “That’s why it won’t work. Make sense?”

Swallowing, you turned to her to just agree and move on, but found her face considerably closer than expected. Dash was within a foot of you, her eyes locked on yours. She hadn’t let go of your arm either. “Y-Yeah,” you swallowed again, trying to wet your suddenly dry mouth, “So what should we do instead?”

Dash didn’t look away for a long moment, her breathing surprisingly heavy as she leaned against you. She bit her lip, and your eyes were drawn inexoribly to the action, unable to pull away until she turned back to the paper, her voice soft, “S-Sure, well, you see...”

You tried to focus on what she was saying, you honestly tried. But you couldn’t, and you didn’t know why. It was frustrating, all you could focus on was her, her movements, the feel of her soft but taut form pressed up against you, her bright, multicolored hair, the simple sound of her voice, soft and scratchy as she explained. You had no idea why you suddenly couldn’t focus!

Sure, she was cute, funny, sarcastic, witty, energetic, athletic, friendly, toned, sexy, confident... okay, maybe there was a reason for it, but damnit, you’d been closer to her before! You’d even wrestled with her (and lost), but you’d never been affected like this! You could usually think straight!

Belatedly, you realized that she’d stopped talking. Turning away from the page in front of you, you found Dash staring at you once again with wide, rose-colored eyes, her warm form pressed up against your side. She was close, close enough that you could feel her breath play across your face, the realization sent butterflies scattering through your stomach as you swallowed past the sudden lump in your throat.

She held your gaze, her eyes locked on yours as she pressed up tightly against you. Her eyes flicked down when you licked your suddenly dry lips, her sudden focus making you flush. Her silence dragged on, and the beginings of worry began to settle in your gut, once again, you tried to swallow past the lump in your throat before carefully venturing,. “D-Dash–?!”

Whatever you’d meant to say was cut off by the sudden blur as you were tackled off of the chair. There was a flash of pain as your head hit the floor, but a warm softness pressed against you. Your eyes flickered open to find Dash above you, and your brain finally processed the feel of her soft lips working against your own, her hands cradling your cheeks as she kissed you furiously.

This– something wasn’t right– you couldn’t think straight– your hands went to Dash’s shoulders, to push her away. Something about this–

Dash softly sucked your lower lip between her teeth, softly nibbling on it as she arched against you. Her breasts pressed tightly against your chest, and a soft, happy sound escaped her throat. The sexy sound, the sensation of her teeth gently working against your skin, and her soft form pressing against you destroyed all coherent thought.

One of her hands slid around to entangle itself in your hair as she tried to press even closer to you, her body shifting back to kissing you almost desperately, the beautiful pegasus making soft, eager noises against you.

Belatedly, you realized that she was straddling you, grinding her body against yours. The sensation making your hands clench against her shoulders and your pants tighten, eliciting a groan from you.

The sound made Dash freeze, her eyes snapping open before she let out a terrified squeak, scrambling off of you and away until her back pressed against the wall. The blue pegasus curled up tightly, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her wings tightly around herself, her face flushing as she whimpered to herself.

Still dazed, you sat up slowly, touching your fingers to your lips, everywhere she’d touched you felt like it was on fire. Swallowing, you forced the confusion down, Dash– she was panicked and afraid, you had to help, you couldn’t just– no matter how much you wanted to continue, no matter how much your heart ached for more, you had to help her.

“Dash?” you shifted to your knees, your worried gaze locked on your friend.

“Stay back!” her voice cracked and you froze in place, your concern growing as you obeyed, sitting back down.

Softly, you tried again, your voice gentle if unsteady, “Dash... what’s wrong, what happened... is there anything I can do to help?”

“Yes–! I mean- no! Just–” the pegasus curled up even tighter, wrapping her arms around her knees and burying her face against them. Softly, she continued, “I– sorry... I’m... I went into heat today... it’s... it came early... it’s really bad this time...”

Carefully, you guessed, “That’s why you didn’t want to do this today...”

Her head shot up, “No! I mean– yes but–” she groaned, burrying her face back against her arms, “I want to hang out, I like to hang out, but I was– I didn’t want to do this because it would ruin what we had! I didn’t– I was happy with what we had! And now I’ve ruined it!”

“Dash–”

“I just had to go and ruin it, like a total idiot! I knew I should’ve told you to put it off–”

“Dash!”

The pegasus squeaked, her wings flaring slightly, “Y-Yes...?”

Desperate to comfort the panicked weathermare, you scooched a bit closer as you continued in a softer voice, “It’s alright, I understand. You didn’t ruin anyt–”

“Keep back!” you froze, worried by the slight panic in her eyes, “J-Just.... sorry... stay back... please...” Dash was nearly begging as she looked away, “I don’t– I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to...”

Stunned and confused, your mouth worked before your brain, “Why would...”

“It’s– it’s the smells... eggheads call them ferosomethins... it... it makes stallions horny... I– I don’t want those stupid things to make you do something you don’t want to...”

Her concern made you blush, but also smile, “Dash... I do want this...” the number of times you’d stared at her, the number of times you’d spent daydreaming of the beautiful and amazing pegasus, daydreams that had ranged from erotic to far more homely... you definitely wanted this and whatever else it might imply, “But... the question is whether you do...”

Rainbow Dash’s eyes widened, her face flushed deeply, her voice little more than a small, surprised squeak, “W-What?!”

It might’ve been the ‘pheremones’ making you bold, but despite your bright red face, you insisted softly, “I want this. I would love to do this with you... but... I don’t want to do it if you would regret it at all.”

“You’d...” disbelief tinged her voice, “You’d... y’know... with me? Of- of all the mares...?”

“Definitely,” the eagerness in your voice made your face heat up considerably. But it was the truth, you wanted her, “I’d... I’d love to be your special someone...”

Eyes wide, Dash’s mouth worked silently for a long moment before she let out a little eager squeal, her wings flared out at her sides, obviously restraining herself from leaping at you, “Omigosh omigosh that– omigosh I so wouldn’t regret that. Out of all the mares to pick–” she bit her lip, her legs clenching together, the implications somehow making your blush darken even further in embarrassment and surprise.

“But–” her face fell some, her wings quivering at her sides, “I don’t want kids– I mean, duh, the making them part would be so awesome but... I’m not ready for kids... a-and since that’s like, the whole point of going into heat...”

“Um... Dash...?”

“What...?”

“You... um... you do realize I’m a completely different species... I don’t even have the right number of chromosomes... I can’t get you pregnant...”

Slowly, she swallowed hard, a small, eager little whine escaped her throat before she could make herself speak, “Y-You–... s-so you’re saying you could totally buck me senseless right now and I wouldn’t have to worry about kids? That you could... that we could do whatever, however, we want?” her cheeks reddened and her thighs clenched as she groaned softly in the back of her throat, “Y-You’re saying we could do that? T-That you want to do that?”

You coughed, your pants tightened at the images her words spawned, “Y-Yeah, I would...”

“Y-You’d do that for me...?” her voice was soft and eager and still surprised as she slowly uncurled from the little ball she’d tucked herself into. She pushed away from the wall, her wings flared out as she began to almost hesitantly crawl towards you, “You’d... satisfy me??”

Fighting your own arousal and ignoring the uncomfortable tightness in your pants, your hand reached out to intercept Dash as she approached, the touch of your fingers to her face enough to stop her advance. Swallowing, you tried to ignore the feel of her soft coat against your palm as she gazed at you, “Y-Yes... just... are you sure you won’t regret it...? I don’t-... I don’t want this to just be because of your heat...” the worry settled in your chest, the thought that it might only be her out of control hormones, cooling the fires of passion that you’d been feeling.

Those rose colored eyes stared into your own for a long moment before a small, shy smile spread across her lips and she pushed her face into your hand, nuzzling your palm. Unbidden, your thumb began to stroke her cheek as she smiled against your skin, the pegasus admonished you softly, “You silly little... I-... I’ve wanted to be your special somepony since you took me up on that prank war...”

Her cheek was hot against your palm as her blush darkened, her eyes closed when she leaned into your touch, “No stallion’s... nopony’s really tried to keep up with me without... y’know... getting angry or uppity... no stallion’s really tried except you...”

“I- I so wouldn’t regret it if you–” she swallowed, her face turned a solid shade of red, “I-If you rutted me senseless... here and now... ‘c-cause that’d be so awesome... j-just sayin’...” the look in her eyes when they met yours made your pants tighten to the point of discomfort.

“Dash...” forming coherent words was tough when she began to crawl towards you once more, still on her hands and knees.

“Please...?” she panted against your hand, “This one’s been so bad and it’s only been a day... I keep thinking about getting rutted good and hard...” her hand almost hesitantly settled on your knee, “I keep wanting to push you to the floor and take you... t-to just take those pants off and ride you until... until... buck, I don’t even know but I know that I want it.”

She was close enough to press her other hand against your chest, her eyes locked on yours despite the intense blush on both of your faces, your hand on her cheek slowly slid around to scratch behind her ear, the action making Dash groan in the back of her throat, leaning in even closer to you, “Please...?”

Unable to form words, you nodded, and Dash pounced before you had even finished the motion. The sudden weight of an athletic woman on top of you nearly made you fall, your hands going out behind you to keep from hitting your head, but you were quickly distracted by the winged girl atop you.

Her nose bumped against yours, her arms wrapping around your shoulders as she eagerly sought your lips with her own, a small, happy sound escaping her when her soft lips pressed against your own.

Dash’s fingers entangled themselves in your hair as she kissed you, the pegasus trying to rub the length of her body against yours without breaking contact with your lips. The feel of her soft breasts pressing against your chest, of her hips brushing against the bulge in your pants, of her lips working against your own, it drew a soft, eager whimper from you as you pressed back against her despite the somewhat awkward position. Lowering yourself to your elbows, you brought a hand up to run along Dash’s back as you returned the kiss, your eyes closed as you pressed your lips back against hers, your fingers roaming across her back.

Your fingers brushed against the soft down at the base of her wings and Dash groaned eagerly into your mouth, pressing her hips down against the bulge in your pants and sending a pleasant shock through you. Experimentally, you ran your fingers through the soft feathers and were pleased with the soft whimpers and clenching of Dash’s hands in your hair. Encouraged by her reaction, you grabbed the base of her wing, burying your fingers in the soft down and gave it a small tug. Dash gasped, pulling back from the kiss, her eyes closed as she hugged herself tightly to your chest.

You sat up fully, having turned the tables, leaving Dash to straddle your waist as you softly kissed her neck, your other hand now freed to join its twin, both playing with the base of Dash’s wings. She groaned, her hips grinding against you as her hands futilely clutched your hair, whimpering out, “So not fair... totally awesome, but so not fair...”

Unable to keep yourself from grinning against her neck, you leaned up and kissed along her jawline, your fingers still playing along her wings, exploring the taut mass of flight muscles covered by her jacket, eliciting small shivers and whimpers from the pegasus atop you.

Trembling hands found your shoulders, pushing weakly at them, Dash stuttered out, “S-Stop, o-okay? J-just stop for a sec...” confused and slightly worried, you did as she asked, letting her push her chest slightly away from yours as she panted above you. However, the eager look on her face as she panted, her cheeks a bright red, eased a bit of the worry that had settled in your chest.

“What is it Dash?” your fingers continued to trace small circles against the taut and trembling flight muscles where shoulderblades would have been on a human, eliciting another small shiver from her.

“This- this is so awesome but it’s just,” she swallowed, her ears flicking as she struggled to find the words, “It’ll just work me up... I need you inside of me now, let’s...” biting her lip, her rose colored eyes flicked away, “”Let’s save this stuff for times w-when I’m not in heat... okay big guy?”

The words sent a jolt straight to your crotch, the thought of doing as she asked, that she didn’t just want you to, but needed you to, and the thought that this wasn’t a one time thing...

You nodded a bit more eagerly than you’d intended, “Sure thing, what– how do you want to do this...?”

Her eyes flicked over you; the hunger in her gaze made you flush, “Let’s get that shirt off first...”

Nodding, you pulled your hands away from her back, but before you could take off your shirt, Dash’s hands were already there, her fingers tracing across your skin as she pushed the shirt up bit by bit. Biting her lip, her eyes flicked up to meet yours in a teasing glance before focusing back on the skin she was revealing.

With a bit of awkward shifting of her position, Dash lay herself between your legs, her chest half on your hips as she pushed your shirt up, her head darting in to place small kisses on your stomach as she revealed more of your skin inch by inch. The soft brushes of her lips and her exploring hands sent pleasant tingles through you, the slightly ticklish sensations making you giggle in spite of yourself even as they fanned a growing flame in your belly.

Unable to do nothing while the beautiful pegasus teased you like this, you ran your fingers through her multi-colored hair, earning a giggle from her as she nuzzled your stomach. You scratched at her scalp, getting a nip at your skin for the trouble, making you yelp and sending her into a fit of giggles.

“I thought you said no more teasing...” you grumbled, though you were unable to keep from grinning.

Dash grinned back up at you, “Just returning the favor big guy,” she gripped your shirt with both hands, and bit her lip, her voice dropping an octave, “Now... arms up.” Obeying, you lifted your arms as Dash pulled the shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the side, her hands returning to your chest moments after discarding the garment.

Licking her lips, her gaze flicked even lower and her hands soon followed. Her fingertips traced their way down your chest, across your stomach, and lower still. You were left unable to do much more than stare when her eyes met yours, an eager hunger in them, before she hooked her fingers in your pants, fumbling momentarily to get them undone, before pulling them and your boxers down.

There was a soft intake of breath from both of you as you were exposed to the cool air, but for very different reasons, “Dash–” whatever you’d meant to say was lost to a groan when she leaned in, her warm breath playing across your length.

“Mmmm...” her eyes closed dreamily as she inhaled deeply, biting her lip as she opened her eyes again to look up at you, “Say my name again.”

Briefly, you scowled, this didn’t really seem like a time for her ego, and started to admonish her, “Dashhhh-nnng...” but the word was cut off, becoming little more than a groan as your eyes rolled back and you bit your lip hard. Dash had waited until her name had started to leave your lips before diving in and dragging her tongue from the base of your member to the tip. The hot, wet muscle sending pleasant shocks all throughout your body.

A soft, happy groan escaped her as she licked her lips, apparently savoring the taste, “Mmmmm... buck... I want this thing in me...” her fingers, hooked into the waistband of your pants and boxers, tugged them a bit lower before a suddenly embarrassed and shy look settled on her face, “Would-... it’d be real awesome if you’d...” Pulling back, Dash wrapped her arms around herself, biting her lip and looking away even though her wings quivered and her voice was unsteady, “Are you still okay with this? I mean... rutting me like this... I don’t...”

Reaching out, you cupped her cheeks with your hands and turned her face, making it possible to lean in and press your lips to her own, kissing her slowly and softly, your heart soaring at the way the beautiful pegasus melted into the kiss. Pulling back, but not taking your hands from her cheeks, you smiled at her, “I’m more than okay with it Dash, don’t worry,” you told her honestly before your eyes flicked over her and you couldn’t help but tease, “Though it’d probably be easier if we were both unclothed...” you gestured with a hand at both your own state of undress and her own, still fully clothed form.

Her face flushed a deep red, her eyes had followed your gesture until they’d landed on your exposed manhood, at which point they hadn’t moved since, “G-Good point...” licking her lips once again, Dash started to tug at her clothes, “J-Just give me a moment big guy and... and we can get to the serious rutting...”

You couldn’t help but smile a bit at her somewhat silly word-choice, but that smile turned into an uncontrollable snicker as you realized that Dash was having trouble getting her jacket off with her wings as stiff as they were.

“Shut up!” she snapped, her face flushing in embarrassment, “This is hard!”

Laughing softly, you leaned in with a smile, “Here... let me...” taking a hold of her jacket, you gently pushed it off of her shoulders, her arms sliding back so you could pull it off. Doing so pressed your bare chest against her, your faces within inches and only two thin layers of clothing separating the two of you.

She visibly swallowed, her eyes locked on yours as you pushed her jacket off, sliding her arms out of the sleeves and the jacket off of her wings. Dash shivered as the denim was slipped off of the stiff appendages, the slits in the back of the jacket barely big enough for her larger than average wings.

Dash bit her lip as she held your gaze, “T-Thanks...” you noted that her shirt was backless, a common thing for pegasi, but it didn’t matter how commonplace it was, because the way she gazed at you with eager, half lidded eyes as her hands went back behind her neck, slowly undoing the strap that held her shirt up... it sent your heart racing.

The strap undone, she clutched it to her chest, her collarbone and shoulders completely exposed, your eyes were glued to the exposed portions of flesh as she slowly lowered the shirt exposing more millimeter by millimeter. The barest beginnings of her cleavage were showing when a soft, teasing, “Hey,” brought your eyes back up to hers.

The pegasus darted in and stole a kiss, your face heating up when her bare breasts pressed against your chest, her arms encircling your neck as she held you close. You shivered when Dash rocked her hips forward, her soft coat tickling against your skin and the denim of her jeans brushing against your achingly hard member.

Your hands sought out her hips, grabbing them and pulling her tightly against you as you kissed her back. You crushed her against you when Dash scratched against your scalp, groaning appreciatively into her mouth as your hips ground against hers. Each brush of her pants against your exposed manhood sending pleasant shocks through your body, stoking a fire in your belly and making you kiss her harder, more desperately.

One of her hands slid between your bodies as Dash pushed against you, you leaned back at her guidance, but with your focus so entirely on the pegasus in your arms you soon found yourself unbalanced and falling backwards once more.

Landing awkwardly on your rear, for a moment, your chest felt cold without the warm pegasus pressed against it, but she was soon pressed back against you, showering small kisses on your face, her hand fumbling between your bodies to undo her own pants. Her lips brushed the corner of yours and with a small groan, you reached up and around her, your hands seeking the base of her wings once more, drawing a groan from the pegasus as your lips sought hers.

With a soft sound of frustration, Dash forced her pants down, the sound melted into a groan when you tugged slightly at her wing with a hand, the other sliding down her bare back and past her tail until it grasped her pants. Tugging, you helped her push them down to her knees, but as unwilling to break the kiss as she was, Dash struggled to get out of them. Growling slightly, she pulled back, falling back as she jerked the pants off of her legs, leaving you panting and staring as the beautiful woman pulled her pants off right in front of you.

After a moment’s struggle, Dash finally worked her pants off of her legs, kicking them off to the side before turning back to you, a triumphant grin on her face at finally divesting herself of the last of her clothes. Propping yourself up on your elbows, your eyes swept over her body unbidden, taking in the amazing, athletic form in front of you, her entire body lean muscle covered by a soft, light blue coat, the sight of her lower lips glistening from her arousal sent a jolt of masculine pride through you. Swallowing, your eyes finally returned to her flushed face, finding her biting her lip, looking back at you in eager desire.

You’d dreamed of seeing that look on her face, but to truly see it... to watch as the amazing mare got on her hands and knees and began to crawl over to you, her eyes locked on yours... when her hand finally touched your shoulder, a whimper escaped you as she swung her legs over yours, straddling you.

Her hands settled on your shoulders, pinning you to the floor as she settled above you, her hips lowering to your own. The feel of her damp lower lips brushing against you making you groan, your hands going to her hips, desperate for something to grip. She slid herself up, her breasts dragging across your chest before she slid back, the tip of your member pressing against her folds briefly before slipping out of place, earning an unhappy groan from both of you.

Again she tried, the soft fur of her chest brushing against your skin once more as she tried to get you inside of her, groaning in displeasure as the crown of your member slipped once again, “Come onnnn...” Once more, she tried, her body sliding against yours, drawing a whimper from you as you nearly pushed inside of her, her warm wetness nearly enveloping the tip of your length before the bad angle made it slip out.

Growling in frustration, Dash sat up, one hand on your chest for stability as the other roughly grasped your hard shaft. You winced at the sudden rough treatment as it pulled you from the pleasurable daze you’d been lost in, but the reprimand died in your throat as a hot, tight wetness enveloped you. Dash’s hand left your length, joining her other hand on your chest for support as she slowly lowered her hips, biting her lip in a vain attempt to suppress her happy groan.

Unable to help yourself, your hips bucked upwards, pushing more of yourself inside her and making her gasp. But when your hips lowered, Dash followed, rocking her hips to work the last inch of you into her warm depths and sighing out a soft, hoarse, “Yes...”

Your hands clenched her hips tightly, groaning as she began to rock her hips back and forth, her inner walls clenching around you, making you groan out her name, “Dash...” The world had narrowed to the beautiful and delightfully warm woman above you, her hands running across your chest, the sound of her panting as she slowly moved her hips against you.

She groaned in the back of her throat, leaning forward and leaning more heavily against your chest as she slowly moved her hips, her warm, wet walls squeezing you tightly. Panting, one of your hands slid up, pressing against her flight muscles and pulling her against your chest, making Dash whimper happily, quivering against you. With a soft moan, you buried your face against her shoulder, your hips bucking upwards against your will, burying your length entirely inside of her.

Dash lay against your chest, leaning in to nibble on your ear as the two of you slowly fell into a rhythm, her hips slowly raising and lowering against yours as yours pushed up to meet her, each time hilting your member inside of her, earning a happily little whimper from her into your ear. Groaning at the overwhelming sensations of her depths quivering around you, you pressed your cheek against hers and tried to speak, “Dash–” but the pegasus let out a happy squeak at hearing her name, the thought destroyed as her hips slapping down against yours hard, grinding your length rubbing around inside of her. Your hand clenched against her flight muscles between her wings, making her squirm against you, her hands clenching against your chest as she bit her lip, trying to stifle her moan.

Gathering your thoughts, you tried again, “Dash–” she moved her hips again, slapping them against yours, this time grinding against you with your length buried deep inside of her, “Nngg-... Dash... I’m- I’m not going to last long if you keep–” a gasp as she rolled her hips again, biting your ear as the delightful friction sent electric shocks up your spine. Swallowing, you panted against her ear, “-if you keep doing that.”

She moaned softly into your ear, nuzzling your neck as her hips began to move faster, unable to help yourself, yours rose to meet hers each time, moving as much of your length within her as you could as she clung to you. Her wings quivered at her sides as her hands clenched against your chest, her breathy, husky voice sending a jolt through you, “Please–.... yes... that’s– that’s what I need... please... don’t hold back... please.”

Unable to help yourself, you groaned as your hips bucked up against hers, your body eagerly trying to fill her request, “Dash...” each time you buried your entire length inside of her, a happy little squeak escaped her throat, her legs clenching on either side of your hips as her hips met yours.

You were close, so close, your body aching to fill her need, your heart pounding furiously... and then Dash began to beg, her voice soft, husky, and needy in your ear, “Please–... oh please oh please oh please– I want it, I need it so bad– I want you to do it– come on...” her hands clenched against your chest trapped between your bodies as she bit at your ear, “Come on... please... be my stallion... please–!”

The soft, eager, sexy moan that escaped her was the last push. Your body tensed, your hips jerking up to thrust into her, holding Dash tightly to your chest as you came inside of her, the world blurring into a mass of color and pleasure. At the first shot, Dash tensed, her back arching as her eyes opened wide, her mouth open in a silent gasp as her wings trembled, her walls convulsing around your member, milking every drop from you. It went on longer than any orgasm you’d had previously, filling her with your seed before your body went limp, your skin tingling from the strength of it.

Dash almost seemed to melt against you, slumping against your chest with a subdued, happy groan, her wings settling on either side of you as she shivered. The happy pegasi snuggle into your chest, her nose brushing against your skin as she let out a happy sigh.

Slowly, clarity returned to the world around you. The weight of the beautiful pegasus atop of you, the cool floor of your home against your bare back, the sheen of sweat on your skin making you wrap your arms tighter around Dash as you shivered.

However, when you trembled, Dash shot up to her hands, her eyes wide and wings flaring back out as her face turned a deep shade of red.

“... Dash?” a sudden fear shot through you, had she only done that because she was in heat? Did she regret it now that she had a clear head?

She started to pull away, but the motion made her walls rub against your softening member, the sensation reminding both of you that you were still quite literally joined at the hips. Both of you blushed hard, the fog that had clouded your minds fading, Dash simply straddling your hips, “I– H-Hey... um... a-are you sure–...” she looked away, “You sure you’re okay with this...? I-I mean, if it was just the fere-whatsits I’d totally understand...”

For a moment, you almost thought she meant it, but the laugh she let out was forced, barely more than a sob, the grin she tried to give you weak, “It’d be totally okay, ‘cuz I know I’m-... I’m too awesome for the average stallion to take and everything... s-so I’d be totally cool with it if t-this was a one time thing...”

“I mean, I know those ferothingys make ponies say crazy things,” another blatantly forced laugh, an amused but pleasant warmth filling your chest as you pulled your hands from her hips, “I-I mean, those things e-even had me, the awesomest pony alive... y-y’know... begging for y-your...” she moved her hips, shivering slightly as a look that could only be described as ‘dreamy’ came over her face,, “Y-Y’know... ”

Suddenly she tensed again, her eyes swinging back to you in a sudden fear, “N-Not that there’s anything wrong with you! J-Just, who’d expect me to–” her breathing hitched as you cupped her cheeks with both hands, “-t-to... to b-beg anypony for...” gently, you pulled the surprisingly insecure pegasus down, her eyes locked with yours as she continued to try and speak, her voice slowly getting softer, “For... for a good.. hard rutting... like the one... you... just gave me...”

For the first time, you kissed her, shutting her up in the most pleasant fashion, slowly running your fingers through her hair as you kissed her, feeling her melt against you. Dash’s arms slipped around you as she kissed you back, a soft, happy crooning noise escaping her as her warm body settled atop of you.

When your lips finally broke apart, the happily dazed look on her face filled your heart with warmth as you whispered softly to her, “Dash... I meant it when I said I’d be happy to be your special someone... I’ve wanted it since well before this thing with your heat... though... um...” you felt your cheeks darken considerably, “It might’ve made me a bit more... um... eager than normal....”

“S-So... y-you’re saying... we’re–... I– we can do it again? You’re–... you, you want to–?”

“Be your ‘special someone’, yes.”

A glow seemed to come over the pegasus, her eyes sparkling as she let out an excited squeal, her hands suddenly cupping your cheeks as she dove in for a kiss. Her lips pressed against yours eagerly, her body pressing tightly against yours as her wings enveloped you, the soft down and almost silken feathers almost caressing you.

Though startled, you kissed her back happily, a soft groan escaping you as you entangled your fingers in her multi-colored hair. When you finally parted, both flushed happily, Dash immediately began to nuzzle your neck, a happy giggle escaping her, “Omigosh! Out of all the mares– I get you! Omigosh” Giggling again, she wrapped her arms around you, burying her face against your neck.

A happy flush appeared on your face as you shifted to wrap an arm around her waist, running the fingers of your other hand through her multicolored mane. Gently nuzzling her in return, you remembered the feeling you’d had in the morning, and decided that yes, it really had been a good day.

“Omigosh, that was amazing, it felt better than I’d thought it would! Oh the girls are going to love it when they get a try!”

“... wait... what?!”

Author's Notes:

Some mild editing done here to have as little overlap with the previous chapter as possible. If you're reading this after finding this story, I'm sorry about the repetition, I'd originally had this as the first chapter before reworking things, and I didn't want to completely rewrite the chapter to fit with the new first chapter.

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First Up - The Librarian

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Warnings: Estrus Excuse, Exposition, Vanilla Boinking, Striptease, Technobabble

Well, knowing Twilight as you did, she’d probably run herself completely ragged by now. You’d just swing over by there to calm her down and take her to bed not like that before going out and helping one of the other girls. It’d only take a little while really.

Decision made, you pulled your literally magical phone out of your pocket and texted the other girls; giving them the heads up that you were going to go shoo Twilight to bed. After the texts were out, you headed through the town towards the library.

As you weaved your way through the stores and houses, you caught a glimpse of Spike being dragged along by the Cutie Mark Crusaders… quite literally. The adolescent dragon was digging his taloned heels into the dirt in an attempt to stop even as the slightly younger fillies pulled him along, Scootaloo and Applebloom each pulling him by a claw even as Sweetie Belle pushed him along from behind.

Very briefly, you considered chewing them out for leaving both Pinkie Pie and Twilight like that. But knowing the Cutie Mark Crusaders as you’d come to, you knew that their adventure would probably be it’s own punishment.

And if it wasn’t? You knew that their respective authority figures would be happy to make up the difference.

With that in mind, you shook your head and powered on towards the library.

The library looked the same from the outside, the most literal tree-house you’d ever seen, a massive tree with a door and windows and balcony. But you knew better, you knew Twilight.

As beautiful, intelligent, and powerful as she was, she could get more than a little crazy, as you’d seen several times now. Especially when you’d first arrived, for a few weeks there she’d been crazy about you.

o-Flashback-o

You shifted uncomfortably as Twilight leaned close, a bit of wonder in her eyes, “Your species is patriarchal?”

“Yeah-”

“Fascinating!” her hands blurred, the pen scribbling out onto the notepad, “Do you know why?”

You coughed, shifting under the mess of wires and instruments you were hooked up to, “Not really, though we have about as many men as women unlike here…”

“Hm, so like diamond dogs or dragons then,” more scribbling on her notepad. The unicorn was in her chair across from you in her library, a half dozen instruments set up around you as well as another half dozen spells.

It’d only been a few days since your arrival in Ponyville, and Twilight had scheduled a ‘check-up’ with you, one of her chances to learn about your culture and life before coming to Equestria. You hadn’t realized that the appointment would involve all of this.

It was awkward more than anything else; Twilight and you were both sitting down in chairs not too far from one another, the unicorn holding a notepad in her hands as she scribbled on it furiously. But now, with all of the wires and machines and an attractive (if rumpled) Twilight so close and asking you questions, things were decidedly… uncomfortable.

“So what would you consider the differences between your culture and ours at first glance?” she asked with a bright smile, actually scooching closer.

You had a feeling this would take a while…

o-Present Day-o

Shaking your head at the memory of the first five hour session, you walked up the few steps to Twilight’s library. Technically it was the Ponyville Library, but there wasn’t any doubt in your, or any other mind that it was Twilight’s.

The sign on the door said ‘Closed’, but you knew better as even approaching the wooden door of the most literal tree-house you’d ever seen, you could hear the distinctive sound of Twilight teleporting around repeatedly as she chattered to herself.

Rolling your eyes and already knowing what you’d find in there you opened the door to the library and slipped inside, “Twilight?”

“-oh Celestia, but what if it’s the second derivative of ℷ to the e instead of i? I need to check Glitter Star’s fifth compendium-” her usual coat was long gone, leaving her in a blouse and knee-length skirt, one of her high socks having slowly slid down. She'd somehow managed to keep her tie, but it had been loosened considerably so that the top few buttons of her blouse could be undone.

Yup, she’d worked herself into a tizzy. You couldn’t help the sigh that escaped you as you watched her from the entrance. Every few moments there would be a flash of purple magic as she teleported to another part of the library, from one level to the next, and from one shelf to another. All the while, she muttered to herself in a rambling stream of consciousness as she worked on her newest problem.

You tried again, louder this time, “Twilight.” Well, at least you couldn't see bags under her eyes from the entrance of the library, which would be normal when the powerful unicorn was working on a problem like this.

“-but no, that’s not a thing, in the presence of the ambient magic field it would dissolve immediately and- horsefeathers!” she fumbled with the stack of books in her arms even as several other books orbited her, held aloft by her telekinesis, “Where's Stone Heart's dissertation on leylines-?”

With a sigh, you walked further into the library and cupped your hands on either side of your mouth and hollered, “Twilight!”

The humanoid unicorn nearly jumped out of her skin before there was a sudden *pop* and she was in front of you, a frantic look on her face, “What?!” While you hadn't seen the bags under her eyes at the entrance, at this range it was much more obvious, worry lines starting to appear around her eyes.

You waited for a moment for her breathing to slow, “Twilight, I think you need to take a break.”

“What?!” she nearly squeaked, clutching the books to her chest almost protectively, “I can't! This is far too important!”

“Twilight...” you started gently, glancing around at the organized chaos of the library for a moment, memories of how stubborn she could be when working on a task like this flitted through your head, best to take a bit more indirect approach, “What day is it?”

Your friend blinked in confusion before hesitantly venturing, “Um... Tuesday...?”

You crossed your arms, holding her gaze and raising an eyebrow at her.

Her face slowly reddened and she clutched the books in her arms a bit tighter as she gave you a sheepish smile, “Wednesday…?”

“Twilight,” you shook your head as her face lit up like a fire hydrant, “It’s Thursday. You need rest.”

“But-!” she started, but then deflated, “It really is important…”

“Twi-”

“No! Really. I know you’re just looking out for me!” she looked away in embarrassment, her eyes staring off at one of the tables in the library proper and her voice soft, “And I really, really appreciate that…I know I need it sometimes…”

Biting her lip, she took a breath before raising her eyes back to yours, holding your gaze despite the red on her cheeks, “But this really is important. I need to figure out how to counterspell a magical accident in Trottingham as soon as possible. The experiment was based on my equations and now it's caused an accident that's affecting the leylines and weather in the area and the Princesses don’t have time to do more than contain the effects.”

You let your arms drop, “Okay… that really is important,” what went unsaid was that this was compared to some of the other things that she worked herself up over… like the schedule for the month after next. “But Twilight, you’re working yourself crazy,” you gestured at the state of the library. It was organized chaos at best and a disaster area at worst. Books were set into piles stacked up from the floor, every table was covered in sheets of paper with various scribbles and diagrams and runic circles on them, and you could count at least 4 blackboards at a glance. You shook your head, “You can’t work like this.”

“But-!” she started, but you weren’t done.

“So I’m going to help,” you said as you took the stack of books from her hands, holding her gaze.

For half a second, Twilight’s hands held nothing as she stared at you, but then her face brightened and she smiled brilliantly, making an affectionate warmth blossom in your chest, “Really?!”

“Mhm.” Spike had called you about helping her since he was being dragged off by the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and now you could see why. She didn’t really need someone to hurry her to bed, she needed someone to actually help her with her research, something that only Spike, Rarity, and yourself could really do.

“Oh thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!” Twilight practically leapt at you, wrapping her arms around your larger form and hugging you tight, the books in your arms getting squeezed between the two of you as she rubbed her cheek against yours, “Thank you so much!”

A smile spread across your face even as your cheeks heated up a bit, “It’s no problem Twilight,” a little lie, it didn’t look like you’d be able to just shoo her off to bed and help the other girls, but this did look to be the most important thing you could be doing right now, “Now where do we start?”

The hug lingered for a moment before Twilight pulled back; her hands rested on your elbows momentarily as she did a brief breathing exercise to calm herself. Her lavender eyes snapped open and her gaze had lost much of its previous worry, “Alright,” taking three of the books from the stack in your arms and replacing them with some of the books orbiting her head, she gave you the basic rundown of the situation.

It was honestly well, well above your head and there was little you could offer on solutions to the problem itself, but you could help her stay organized and from working herself into a mess.

It looked like it was going to be a long day.

The beautiful unicorn teleported around the around the library as you tried to get a little more organization to the chaos and keep Twilight on track. Over the course of about an hour you got the library into a more reasonable state of affairs and got both of yourselves something to drink (with a fair bit of caffeine for Twilight).

After things had been settled, you settled into writing out what the brilliant young woman would dictate to you onto the blackboards; scribbling out the formula, theories, and bullet points onto the stretches of slate as she teleported around the library, checking her references and her notes. Often, she would teleport back beside you as she dictated, scanning over the notes you were writing down for her before heading back out for more information.

It almost seemed... well, it almost seemed as if every time that Twilight teleported over to check the equation and notes, she was standing a bit closer to you, that had to have been your imagination though...

Blackboards were moved around, erased, and rewritten several times over before she settled on several different sets of equations to work on. Now the two of you settled down to pencil and paper to work on the nitty-gritty of the equations to try and figure out what had gone wrong as well as how to fix it. You knew enough of these advanced mathematics from working with Twilight previously to work on one of the simpler problems while Twilight did the number crunching for some of the more complex possibilities.

In the middle of your number crunching, you noticed that Twilight was hurrying between several of the blackboards, a steadily growing sheaf of papers in her hands as she scribbled first on one problem then another, muttering to herself as she did. The crazy mare was trying to work on all of them at once... While impressive, you also knew that as tired as she was it was a bad idea. With a sigh you got up and walked over.

Gently you put your hands on her shoulders, making the purple unicorn jump slightly before looking back at you with a bit of a flush on her face and giving you a questioning look.

Wordlessly, you led her to one of the tables and pulled up a chair, guiding her into it with a soft command of, “Sit. One problem at a time. Literally, finish one equation before you work on another.”

She flushed a brighter red at that, reaching up and giving you a small smile and your hand a soft squeeze, “Yeah... yeah, okay.”

With a smile, you gave her shoulders a squeeze and headed back to your problem. It might have been your imagination, but... had her fingers lingered on your hand as you pulled away? No way... Shaking away the wishful thinking, you sat back in your chair, picked up your pencil and calculator and got back to work.

Now that you'd gotten her to stop spreading herself too thin, Twilight blazed through the equations one by one, checking her figures and discarding the possible problems and solutions each in turn. By the time Twilight was on possibility three, you were sure you'd stumbled across an error in your original equation.

“Hey, I think might've found the problem,” you'd barely started to look up before there was the sound of displaced air and the flash of Twilight's teleportation behind you. Supporting herself with a hand on your shoulder, she leaned over the opposite shoulder.

“What did you find?” her hot breath against your hair made you swallow briefly before you barreled into the explanation of what you'd found. An error in a really long line of successive equations that could give a result like the situation in Trottingham.

You glanced back at her, finding her face very close to your own as she looked over your shoulder at the possibility you were outlining. At some point during your explanation, you weren't sure when, she'd stopped propping herself up and had instead leaned against your back, the arm she'd been using to prop herself up instead loosely wrapped around your shoulders as she used her other hand on the table to prop herself up.

How the hell had you missed her doing that...?

Your face lit up at her seemingly sudden proximity, “S-So what do you think?” briefly, you cursed your stutter.

“Yeah, you're right, that looks like that was the mistake... I've already checked my paper for that one so I know I didn't do that, but it might have been on their end in implementation...” she mused. You nearly jumped from your skin when her hand began to slowly trace circles against your shirt.

“Um... Twilight...?” you ventured, she didn't seem to be aware of what her hand was doing, her gaze focused intently on the figures and equations in front of her.

“Okay, we can work with this,” her arm around your shoulder squeezed for a moment before she gave a quick peck on your cheek and stood, “Thank you so much for your help so far, but we now we need to figure out how to fix it.”

“R-Right...” your face felt hot as you stood, though Twilight didn't seem to notice as she began to pace, thinking out loud about the problem. That... this was all unusual... you'd helped Twilight with problems before but she was never so... physical... that was more Pinkie or Applejack's thing...

You didn't have any time to think about it though as you were soon swept back up into the craziness that was Twilight on a mission. Once more you were taking down notes on the blackboards as she spoke, teleporting around the library to grab one book or another before teleporting back to your side to look at the equations as they developed, occasionally correcting them or having them wiped away to start anew.

This time though, you were certain she was getting closer, her shoulder was practically brushing against yours as she looked over the developing solution on the boards. You couldn't be imagining this... what was going on...?

Still, with the source of the problem (hopefully) determined, progress was quick. You had to rope Twilight's attention back in a few times as she would trail off while speaking, staring at the books on the shelves without a word until you spoke up. But within only an hour of starting on the solution, Twilight had a working plan.

“Alright… I think we’ve got it. I just need make sure that the numbers check out before I send this out,” her horn lit up briefly as a notepad and pencil floated to her hands.

Very briefly, you considered offering to help her out, but a quick glance at the boards reminded you that these equations were made up of symbols that represented symbols that then represented equations in of themselves, not to mention involving 3D graphs…

“Should I clean up then?”

The beautiful unicorn shot you a grateful and warm smile, “That’d be wonderful, thank you.”

With a small smile, you began to sort the books back into their proper places; following the strange, semi-decimal system that ponies used. Collecting papers, pencils, and pieces of chalk from the scattered desks and blackboards as you listened to Twilight scribble away furiously on the pad in her hand.

The soft pop and flash of a teleport caused you to look up from the work to find that the lavender archmage had teleported over to one of the stacks of parchment in the room and grabbed a proper ‘quill’ instead of a pen, now writing with a flourish, “The math works out?”

“Yup!” she beamed without looking up from the letter she was writing, “This will definitely reorient the leylines and disrupt the negative influx feedback loop the experiment caused!”

You smiled, pushing the last of the books you were carrying onto the shelves, “That’s good to hear.” And it really was, not just because it’d save lives but because it meant Twilight wouldn’t be working herself to the bone. Your current task done, you walked over to her side as a curiosity struck you, “How are you going to send it since Spike out with the Cutie Mark Crusaders?”

Twilight gave you a bit of a funny look before putting the finishing touches on the parchment and… pulling out her phone.

Right, literally magic phones.

“I would prefer having Spike send it since using phones causes there to be errors in the transfer, but this will work in a pinch.” With a few taps and a flash of magical power that enveloped the parchment, the phone rang for a few moments before the parchment dissolved and flowed into the phone. Transferring documents was a bit more literal here than you were used to.

Relief seemed to wash over Twilight as the phone chimed softly to indicate that the parchment had arrived safely at the other end of the link. Looking up from her phone, she gave you a happy if tired smile… but a gradual realization seemed to come over her, the smile slowly fading into an unreadable look. Hesitantly, you smiled at her, “So everything’s fixed?”

Startled out of her thoughts her eyes snapped back down to her phone as she began to fiddle with it out of nervous habit, “It will be soon.”

“That’s good,” you said, still confused by her reactions.

“Yeah…” Twilight bit her lip as she stared at the phone in her hands before her eyes swept up to meet yours through her bangs, holding your gaze for just a moment before her eyes snapped away, her face lighting up with a blush as a similar heat filled your own cheeks.

Okay, whoa, where’d that look come from?

You realized that Twilight’s face was showing a mess of emotions at the moment as she stood there with you in the library, flipping between conflicted, fear, contemplation, and another one you couldn’t recognize...

Her eyes flicked back to you for a moment and you struggled to figure out what to say in the new, awkward atmosphere… but then her hands tightened around her phone and her face settled into a look of determination.

“Yes, it’s very good that we’ve gotten this problem figured out,” her phone was levitated off and onto one of the several tables scattered around the library as she gave you a sidelong look, “But I would’ve run myself completely ragged if you hadn’t come to help…” She took a step towards you and enveloped you in a hug, her arms wrapping tightly around your waist as she pressed her face against the crook of your neck, her horn brushing against your neck as she whispered. “Thank you.”

You had to resist the urge to cough at the almost awkward closeness even as you wrapped your arms around Twilight and returned the hug, “You’re welcome, it’s no problem at all.” It wasn’t so much the closeness or the hug itself, but rather the abruptness of it that made it seem awkward.

Her hands fisted into the fabric of your shirt as she hugged you tighter, “But…” Twilight trailed off, her face pressed against your shoulder.

Slowly stroking her back with your hands you prompted her, “But…?” it was harder to think as the smell of Twilight’s shampoo filled your nose, some mix of lavenders and lilacs if you guessed right...

“But I need your help with something else…” you could feel the heat coming off of her cheeks as she buried her face against the side of your neck, her voice soft as she continued, “Something… a bit more personal…”

You shivered at the almost… husky tone being used against you, “Twilight…” your hands slid to her shoulders to try and push her back so you could look her in the eyes as you talked, but the unicorn tightened her arms around your torso when you tried. With a sigh, you let your arms rest around the shoulders of the shorter archmage, “Twilight… what are you talking about?”

Her face turned from your neck to press against your shoulder, but if anything, her grip around your torso tightened, “W-Well… y-you see… I know you’ve only been integrated into Equestrian society for approximately a year s-so you haven’t been subjected to the natural hormonal cycles of the Equis genus… But every year our hormones start to kick in due to the increased average sunlight… and… well… um… our bodies start to… need... certain things… well… a-a single, certain thing...”

There was no way… there was no way she was suggesting what you thought she was… “T-Twilight-?” Simultaneously hoping that your guess was right and wrong at the same time, “W-What are you talking about?”

“Estrus, the predicted natural effect of the hormonal changes caused by the increase of average sunlight in spring that signals that the mare is ready for procreation that is also accompanied by a pointed increase in the production of particular hormones that caused an increase propensity towards being pressured to procreating a-and means that… I’d l-like you t-to p-please…”

“Twilight…” this time you succeeded in pushing her away from your chest, though not in meeting her eyes, her lavender eyes were staring off at one of the corners of the library even as her hands stayed determinedly attached to you. You knew your face was bright red from the subject matter alone, but the way she was biting her lip and the slow circles her thumbs were tracing along your sides definitely weren’t helping matters, “Are you asking me to…?”

“Y-Yes,” she almost squeaked, her face a bright red and her breathing shaky, “Y-You see, normally when estrus season rolls around, unattached mares take care of each other when our urges get…” she bit her lip once more, her eyes flicking back over to you, “... unbearable.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin when there was a pressure against the back of your legs; glancing down you found her dark purple tail wrapped around the back of your thighs, the look also drawing attention to the fact that one of her hooves was nervously tracing circles on the hardwood floor, “N-Normally… I’d have scheduled some time with some of the girls and a cooler, but what with this emergency and everything… and losing track of time and all…”

“Well… I haven’t had the time or presence of mind to prepare any plans with the girls… and the primary concern with estrus season is getting pregnant, s-something not possible with your physiology and mine…” her eyes were locked onto your shirt, never straying upwards as your own eyes, unbidden, followed her growing blush even as it spread down her neck. Your own blush deepened when your eyes tried to trace the flush down her shirt before you yanked them back up. “And I would prefer to thank you for your propensity of providing assistance to me…”

“S-So, if you’d please assist me again w-with this problem…” her hands slowly slid up your back, gripping your shirt at your shoulder blades and leaning in, her eyes locked on yours, “I would be particularly,” her eyes flicked to your lips, her breasts pressing against your chest as her voice got softer, “... appreciative…”

As much as you wanted this, as desperately much as you liked the thought of doing exactly what she was asking you to do… Your hands jumped from her shoulders to her cheeks, stopping the beautiful unicorn’s lips only inches away from your own, her eyes snapping from your lips to lock with your own, surprise, fear, and a bit of hurt in them at being stopped. “Twilight…” it almost seemed like your part of this conversation was just saying her name over and over… “You don’t-... I don’t want-” hurt flashed across her eyes as you stumbled over your words, “I don’t want you to regret this in the morning…”

She said your name in an unreadable tone but you continued, “Twilight, I want this, don’t get me wrong… but I don’t want it to be just because of this… I respect you too much, you’re too good of a friend…” belatedly, you realized that your thumbs had been slowly stroking her cheeks and forced them to stop, “I don’t want you to do this and regret it, to do it because of your urges and I’m… convenient.” You avoided spitting out the word, but only just barely.

Horror dawned on Twilight’s face and her mouth worked silently, “No! I–.... I’m not-! I’m not asking you because you’re convenient… I wouldn’t-... I couldn’t do that…” her head fell to your chest and your hands automatically slid into her tangled hair. “You’re not convenient...” she trailed off for a moment, her arms tightening around you.

You started to speak, but her hands slid around to your chest, fisting in the cloth as she pushed back enough to look you in the eye. Her face was bright red as her eyes searched yours before she looked away in embarrassment, her voice getting so soft that even inches away as you were it was hard to hear her, “I-... I’d planned to ask for your help with this months ago…”

If you’d thought you’d been blushing beforehand, now it felt like you were blushing all the way down your chest., your own voice was a soft and rather unmanly squeak, “What?”

“I-” her voice cracked and she stopped, swallowing hard before dragging her eyes back to yours and speaking again, her voice much stronger, “I’d planned on asking for your help with my estrus months ago.”

Your hands in her hair reflexively clenched as your mouth worked soundlessly, causing Twilight to make a small, happy sound and press tightly against you, “T-Twilight…?” your voice sounded far more hopeful than you’d intended.

Realizing what she’d done, the beautiful unicorn’s gaze swept back out into the library, determinedly not returning to you as she spoke, “S-So…” her hands clenched and unclenched against your chest as she recited what sounded like a practiced speech, “I-I know that a male helping a female with her estrus is traditionally accompanied by an extended courtship for potential further… assistance… s-so of course we wouldn’t want to deviate from the standard system without good reason…”

As she trailed off you had a brief moment of confusion… But the realization slowly dawned that, in her own awkward, mixed up way, Twilight wasn’t just asking you to have sex with her, she was asking you out… the thought filling your chest with warmth even as you blushed and smiled at her, “Okay… I guess I can help you out–” you started to tease.

“Really?!” her face immediately brightened, her hands tugging at your shirt, the length of her soft form pressing against your body and destroying whatever coherent thoughts you’d had at that moment.

“Y-Yeah, I’d be happy to help–”

“Thank you!” the beautiful mare yanked you down by your collar to press her lips against yours briefly, her horn brushing against your forehead as she clung to you, “Thank you thank you thank you thank you…” she whispered, her lips brushing against yours as she murmured her appreciation.

You started to speak, what you weren’t sure, but whatever you might’ve said was cut off when Twilight pressed another kiss against your lips as she leaned into you. Her lips were soft against yours as her fingers slowly unhooked from your collar and began to slowly trace their way down your chest.

This… this couldn’t be real… this was a fantasy, it had to be… You’d fallen asleep yourself while helping her with her equations. You had to have… Twilight kissing you? How could it be real…

Then the beautiful unicorn shifted slightly and sucked your bottom lip between her teeth and gently nibbled on it, making your whole body shiver at the sensation.

Okay, this was as real as it needed to be. Tugging at her head you finally began to kiss her back, pressing against her as you tried to take control of the kiss back from her. A happy little sound escaped the unicorn in your arms as she pressed against you, her hands slowly exploring your body. After a moment, she pulled away from the kiss and looked at you with half-lidded eyes, her cheeks flushed brightly.

She giggled and wrapped her arms around the back of your neck, pulling you close to kiss you again softly, “Thank you…”

A devious thought flashed through your head as you slid a hand slowly down her back, “So… this ‘resolving your estrus problems’ seems to involve a whole lot of kissing…”

“Sh-Shut up! Red Rose’s Guide to Romance recommends using kissing as a way to initiate more intimate relations–” you cut her off by pulling her close for another kiss, earning an indignant sound from her even as she leaned into the kiss.

Pulling back after a moment you couldn’t help but tease the beautiful unicorn in your arms some more, “Twilight, are you saying that you researched how to seduce me?”

Her entire face turned a bright shade of red and she bit her lip, looking down at your chest. You smiled at that, but then her hoof slowly traced its way up and down your shin before she looked up at you through her bangs with hooded eyes, “Yes.”

Your jaw dropped briefly.

Well damn.

Without hesitation, you dipped down to kiss her again, pulling her tightly against you. A pleased giggle escaping her as her arms tightened around you and with a happy sigh, she melted into the kiss.

Clinging to one another, you stood together in the library as you each slowly explored the others body, hands caressing and feeling even as your lips pressed together. Her form was soft as your hands tentatively caressed and squeezed, one sliding slowly down the curve of her back to cup her shapely rear. Giving it a soft squeeze earned a delightful little squeak from her before she pressed tighter against you.

Whatever masculine pride you felt though disappeared when you let out a squeak of your own when her hand squeezed your own ass making you jump, but you couldn’t feel too bad when the beautiful unicorn used the parting of your lips to dart her tongue between them. And so began a battle for the dominance of the kiss, a battle that you knew you wouldn’t mind whichever way it went.

You could feel the heat from Twilights cheeks as a small, happy moan escaped her when your tongue pressed against a spot along the roof of her mouth, making her almost melt against you. Pulling back from the kiss you realized you were both panting, faces flushed, her warm breath washing over your face, “So… I’m guessing you liked that,” you couldn’t help but tease.

“Oh shut up and kiss me,” mind you, the beautiful unicorn didn’t give you much of a choice, pulling you down for another intense kiss, her horn brushing against your forehead as she tugged you as close as she could, almost trying to get you to envelop her with your larger form.

Obliging her as best you could, you pulled her even tighter to your chest, feeling her warmth seeping through your clothes as her soft breasts squished against your chest, However a small shift in your collective balance nearly sent the two of you bowling over, having to break the kiss to maintain your footing.

You both paused before breaking out into laughter, a combination of joy and near disbelief bubbling up in your chest to cause the laughter; after a brief moment you started to lean back in to continue what you started, but a pair of soft hands sliding along your cheeks made you pause, “Let’s-... let’s get somewhere a bit more comfortable…”

Her hands gripped your hair tightly and there was a flash of light, finding yourself disoriented briefly at the sudden lurch. Before you could reorient yourself though, a pair of hands on your chest pushed you back and you fell, arms flailing briefly before you landed on a soft surface with a small “Oof-!”

There was a brief giggle from in front of you as the spots cleared from your vision and you gave Twilight a small glare, but she only smiled at you before biting her lip. Pushing yourself up onto your elbows, any complaints you might have had died on your lips when Twilight’s hands raised to her tie, her hips slowly swaying back and forth.

Your mouth went dry as the ruffled skirt swished back and forth across her thighs even as she loosened the already unkempt tie. Taking the now freed tie in her hand, she swung it around a few times before tossing it off to the side and starting to unbutton her blouse. Swallowing in an attempt to wet your lips you teased, “Red Rose’s guide again?”

“N-No… but quite a few romance novels recommend this as a way to ensure that a stallion is… prepared...” with a look that was simultaneously embarrassed and eager on her face, she gave the sides of her opened blouse a tug, revealing a utilitarian white bra containing her moderately sized but wonderfully shaped breasts. Her eyes trailed along your form, settling solidly on your pants, her cheeks flushing as she let her blouse fall from her shoulders and arms, “Though… you definitely seem prepared…”

Your face heated up, though you couldn’t exactly deny the truth of the statement, especially when her her hands trailed sensuously up her thighs before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and slowly sliding it down her hips. Twilight said your name, drawing your attention from her wonderful hips to her eyes, finding her face a bright red and her lavender eyes locked with your own, “T-The books did say that eye contact increased the intensity significantly…”

“Did they?” you said with more confidence than you felt, in spite of the butterflies in your stomach.

“Mhm…” her hands shifted again and this time she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her simple black panties, her eyes locked on yours as she bit her lip and pushed both garments down her hips. You swallowed as she let the garments drop to her ankles, revealing herself to you, her face a bright red.

Before you could really take in that beautiful sight, Twilight’s ankle hooked into her garments as she moved to step out of them, sending her arms flailing as she struggled to maintain her balance. You quickly launched to your feet, taking a half-step forward and catching the wide-eyed mare. She clung to you as you slowly helped her regain her balance, and she huffed, “They made that seem so much easier…”

You couldn’t help yourself, you laughed, holding her close to your chest, “Things aren’t always as easy as they are in books Twilight…”

Her face flushed in determined embarrassment, Twilight placed her hands on your chest to support herself as she delicately and deliberately stepped out of her skirt and panties before kicking them off. With your arms around her waist and her leaning against your chest, though you couldn’t get a proper look you most certainly ran your hands along her now almost completely bare back.

You started to say something, but you were cut off when the librarian leaned up to kiss you once more. Not willing to deny her that, you kissed her back as her hands trailed down your chest. When her hands left your chest, but her lips didn’t leave yours, your eyes cracked open to find her looking past you, her horn glowing as her hands worked behind her.

Pulling back from the kiss you looked behind you even as Twilight let out a small ‘eep’ and a piece of paper was magically shoved into one of her drawers.

Had that been a–?

You started to turn back to her, “Twilight–” but were cut off by her kissing you again, both hands on your cheeks to keep your head still, her bra now hanging loosely at her chest. But you would not be deterred, raising your hands you placed them over hers and pulled back, a smile on your face even as her own cheeks flared a brighter and brighter red, “Twilight… do you have a checklist for this…?”

“... yes…” she murmured in a small voice, looking away.

“You are adorable,” you murmured, this time pulling her in to shower of light kisses all over her face, unable to contain the surge of affection for her.

A displeased sound escaped her and her hands clenched in the fabric of your shirt before she pushed you back slightly, “And you...” she growled, her horn lightning up again, “Are far too clothed…”

Her tone sent a pleasant shock through you straight to your pants, your skin tingled as her magic enveloped first your clothes and then all of you. Being lifted into the air was an unusual experience, but you couldn’t complain as her hands reached into the shimmering aura around you to begin to tug off your clothes one by one, a dusting of red on her cheeks as she bit her lip when your shirt was discarded.

With a flick of her wrists, your clothes were discarded one by one even as you were hovered back over the bed. Twilight took this opportunity to explore every inch of skin she revealed with feather-light touches, you returned the favor with your eyes, visually drinking in her nude form… her shapely hips and soft curves, her very erect nipples and a glistening trail of her arousal down her thigh. You took in a sharp breath when cool air washed over your thighs as your pants were removed and the scent that was uniquely Twilight flooded your senses, of quills and ink, of lilacs and her arousal, “Twilight…”

The unicorn licked her lips slowly before reaching out to your hovering form, nervously hooking her fingers into the waistband of your underwear. It was then that you realized that the seemingly confident mare was shaking despite her obvious arousal. Her hands were trembling against your skin as her eyes flicked nervously up to yours.

As tenderly as you could, you placed your hands over hers, holding her gaze in spite of your own embarrassment and hers until her hands stopped trembling against you, “Twilight… I want this…” swallowing, you whispered, “I want you.” Oh god did you want her at that moment, but you didn’t want her to be afraid… especially if this was going to be something more than a one night stand.

She briefly frowned before breaking out into a shy but very happy smile as she gently pulled your underwear from your hips, releasing your straining erection. You swallowed hard from a combination of the cool air against you as well as her intense gaze locked on the same place; your hands falling from hers as she pulled your underwear completely off, leaving you uncertain as to what to do with them.

“Remind me to note a marked decrease in inhibitions due to estrus…” Twilight murmured as her hands reached out to press against your thighs as you floated above her bed, her eyes still locked on your twitching erection.

Licking your lips, you started to say, “I’m pretty sure that’s well documented–” but were cut off when the beautiful unicorn’s head darted in and her warm, wet tongue dragged from the base of your erection to the tip, tearing a small pleasured cry from your lips.

You started to speak, but you found your voice taken away by the sight before you… a completely nude Twilight with her hands on your hips, her horn and your skin shimmering with a purple light as you floated in mid-air, her face less than a foot away from your hard length. Her cheeks were lightly flushed and her eyes closed with a small smile on her face as she let out a pleased hum, making your own cheeks feel like they were on fire.

“Must also note a definite adjustment to normal flavor preferences…” she licked her lips before leaning in to place a small kiss at your tip, earning a small whimper from you as your hands raised to entwine with her hair, bringing her attention back to your face.

“Twilight…” you ran your fingers through her hair and admitted, “I won’t last long if you keep that up…”

Her eyes brightened, “So you’re saying you’re enjoying being with me?”

“Very, very much so,” you said hoarsely.

With a giddy giggle, she beamed at you before lowering you down to the bed, her magic fading, “I-I’m so happy… I was so worried… I didn’t know if you would… I mean, I didn’t know if you liked…” she bit her lip and looked away, the light flush on her cheeks spreading to cover her entire face, “I didn’t know if you would be okay with me…”

“Twilight… why wouldn’t I be okay with helping such a beautiful mare out with her heat?” you asked with a small smile, reaching out and pulling her onto your lap, her tail brushing against your thighs as she sat across them while you sat at the edge of the bed.

Embarrassed, Twilight buried her face against your shoulder, her hot breath making you shiver as her arms encircled you and her breasts pressed against your bare chest, “Not that… that was just an excuse, and a pretty obvious one I know…” you could feel her face heat up against your skin, “But asking for help with my estrus was easier than… than just coming out and asking you to be my coltfriend…”

You wrapped your arms around her, your concern and feelings for her overwhelming your lust, “Hey… we don’t have to do this right now Twilight… we can wait, there’s no need to rush this…”

“No!” you nearly jumped out of your skin at the sudden declaration as she pushed back and stared at you with wide eyes, “No! While it’s an excuse I… I really do need some help with my estrus… and...” biting her lip, she shifted, slinging a leg across your lap and straddling you, a hand on each of your shoulders as she held your gaze, “And I want you to be the one to do it… I want this… I want you…”

She rolled her hips, brushing her soaked core against your erection, earning a pleased shiver from both of you, “You’re… you’re the only stallion that cares about me and not about my status… the only one that even bothers to deal with how intensely I research and even help me with it… I know you’re not planning on just using me...”

Leaning forward, Twilight pressed the length of her body against yours, her soft breasts pressing tightly against your skin and her warmth seeping into you as her forehead rested against yours, “I want this… I want you, no other stallion…I want to be with you…” her soft lips pressed against yours briefly,
“Please…”

She raised herself up, her lips locked with yours as she used her hands on your shoulders to hold herself up and your hands instinctively went to her hips. Her eyes held hers as she slowly rocked her hips against you, her soaked arousal grinding against your erection drawing a groan from both of you.

With her teeth softly grazing your bottom lip Twilight rocked her hips back and forth slowly, the tip of your erect member sliding back and forth across her entrance as your lips remained locked with hers. Even if you knew you were making similar sounds, the soft, eager noises escaping the beautiful unicorn caused a swirling mix of pride, lust, and affection to surge through your chest.

A frustrated groan escaped Twilight as she pushed her hips down against again but your length simply ground against her instead of pressing inside. As amazing as wonderful as watching and feeling her grind herself against you while you explored the inside of each others mouths… you needed her. Maybe it was how insistent she was, the simple need that Twilight herself almost radiated with every sound, maybe it was the feelings you’d felt growing towards the beautiful unicorn since meeting her finally making themselves known, or maybe it was just the fact that you had a naked, sexy, and ready female in your lap… but you needed to be inside her.

One of your hands slid to her soft rear and squeezed it tightly, stopping her motions briefly. The displeased sound she made against your mouth nearly made you laugh before you sucked her bottom lip between your teeth and bit it ever so softly, earning a shiver from her before you pulled back, “Just hold on one moment…” your other hand slid between your bodies, grasping your length and aligning it with her entrance.

Realizing your intent, Twilight held in place as you lined yourself up, breathlessly panting against your lips. Once you were aligned, Twilight began to slowly lower her hips, her tight warmth slowly enveloping you and drawing a soft, eager whine from both of your throats.

Ever so slowly… inch by inch, she took you into her until you bottomed out, her hips pressing against yours. Her whole body tensed above you and she shivered, her hands clenching against your shoulders even as your own hands clenched at her soft form, coherent thoughts difficult to form with her tight heat clenching around your length.

“T-Twilight…”

“J-Just a moment… I-I need a moment to adjust…” with a soft groan she leaned against you, her breasts squishing against your chest as her arms wrapped around your shoulders, her breath coming in pants against your ear as she clung to you.

You clung to the beautiful unicorn in your arms as you sat there on her bed… the absurdity of the situation slowly hitting you. You were having sex with Twilight, you were both naked on her bed in her library, this amazing if occasionally neurotic female you’d known for over a year now had her thighs on either side of yours, her tail slowly swishing back and forth against your knees.

Struck by sudden disbelief at the situation, you raised a hand to entangle your fingers in her hair, the action causing her to pull back and stare at you curiously before questioningly saying your name.

Without a response, you kissed her, as much to reassure yourself that this was real as anything else… and… and it felt right.

More important than where your bodies were conjoined, more important than the primal urge to ravish her, more important than the desire to explore every inch of her body with your hands and mouth… was this kiss, chaste as it may have been. More important was the connection you’d slowly built over the past year. More important was that she would have gone to the ends of the world to help you, that she was your neurotic genius that needed reminders from you to keep her head on straight.

More important than the sex, was the feelings that had led to it.

Twilight experimentally rocked her hips against yours, shifting your hard length inside her and drawing a groan from both of you muffled against the others mouth.

Credit where it’s due, the sex was important too.

Your hands slid to her hips as Twilight began to slowly lift herself up, keeping her lips connected to yours in a slowly intensifying kiss. You drew in a sharp breath when her hips suddenly dropped back down, nearly enveloping you completely once more.

When your vision cleared you found a mixture of pride, pleasure, and happiness on Twilights face as she watched your reaction, “Good?” she whispered hoarsely.

Groaning an affirmative, your hands encouraged her to do so again, and do so again she did. Her hips raising until you were barely inside of her as her lips found your own before her hips came back down and you almost hilted inside of her once more.

Slowly, a rhythm was formed as her hips raised in lowered at an increasing pace, your lips locked together in an ever passionate embrace. Your hips were rising to meet hers every time they came down, though one of your hands had to slide back behind you to prop yourself up, the springs of the bed beneath you trying to dislodge you both.

You softly bit her bottom lip before letting it go, unable to hold it as her hips moved with increasing speed and vigour.

It had taken only moments for a light coat of sweat to cover both you, Twilight trying to press even more tightly against you as she placed kiss after kiss against every inch of your face she could reach, her hips audibly slapping against yours.

She moaned your name into your ear, drawing a smile from you. You slowly kissed your way down her neck, some part of your brain thrilled at the salt of her sweat and a taste all her own, finding a spot along her throat that earned a shiver from her.

Her hips slowed and a displeased groan escaped you, looking up at her you found the beautiful mare was panting hard and it clicked in your head, the flank under your hand was trembling, the beautiful but nerdy librarian just couldn’t keep this up.

With an amused smile you placed a hand on the small of her back and pulled her close, stopping her motions as you kissed her. Twilight let out a frustrated groan when you parted, “Sorry, this is hard…”

Grinning at her, you flipped her over, your hips remaining connected as she let out a squeak; her legs locked themselves around your hips as her back hit the bed, leaving you propped above her panting form. Twilight’s face flushed a darker red as she stared up at you, suddenly nervous, “B-But–! I-If a stallion helps a mare with her estrus the mare is supposed to do all the work! S-Stallions only take control during r-relationships when they’re planning on staying with the mare-” her legs and inner walls both clenched around you at that, “-f-for an extended period of time. T-This isn’t normal protocol-”

Dipping down, you silenced her with a kiss, proud of the pleased sound that drew from her throat, “Well… it’s a good thing I do plan on staying with you then, hm?” unable to help yourself, you smirked down at her, enjoying the way her face lit up at your words. Leaning in, you kissed her again as you experimentally rolled your hips, drawing a pleasant shudder from both of you.

Kissing her deeply, you began to slowly thrust into her, drawing out until your length nearly popped out of her tight confines before pushing all the way back in, bottoming out in her.

A happy whimper worked its way past Twilights lips, and when the two of you parted for air she whispered hoarsely, “Harder…”

You complied happily, one of your hands going to entangle with her hair as you deepened the kiss, your hips almost slamming into hers as you thrust into her. You shuddered as Twilight moaned into your mouth, her entire body clinging to yours; shifting, you pulled back slightly, panting against her lips as you stared down into her half-lidded eyes, “Twilight…” you gasped, “I’m not going to last long like this…”

She arched her back, pressing tightly against you as your hips moved, “D-Don’t stop–!”

You wouldn’t have been able to if you’d wanted to, her legs locked around your waist as they were. Concerns about her own pleasure flashed through your mind but were obliterated when her teeth closed around your earlobe and she groaned happily, her hips rising to meet yours.

Her hands tangled in your hair suddenly, “Please–! Please, inside-!” her tail almost slapping against your legs as you thrust into her, the hands in your hair tugged your head back enough for her to lunge up and kiss you deeply. The soft, eager noises she made against your lips, the length of her body rubbing against you as you thrust into her, her tail slapping against your legs… it was all too much. Unable to help yourself, your thrusts became erratic as you came inside her, everything except the beautiful mare wrapped around you falling to the wayside.

At the first shot, Twilight’s entire body went taut, the second set her to quivering and letting out a wordless moan against your lips, by the third you felt almost electric tingles encompassing your head and spreading down your shoulders and back. Her tight walls milking every drop from you and the strange sensations drawing your orgasm out longer than any other you’d had, filling her completely.

After a time that felt longer than it by rights should have, you slumped down against Twilight as you came down from the high of your orgasm, completely exhausted. Belatedly, you realized that violet sparks were arcing from her horn to your forehead, each one causing little tingles to spread through your skin… But with her breasts squished against your chest and her previously happy pants turned into a small sound of discomfort before you both rolled over onto your sides, taking your weight off of her.

The two of you panted for several moments, a light sheen of sweat covering both of you as your eyes found hers. The beautiful unicorn’s eyes sparkled for a moment before a grin split her face, a grin that was mirrored on your own face. You didn’t know who broke into laughter first, but soon both of you were laughing and clinging to one another.

“Mmmm…” with your laughter subsiding, Twilight let out a content sound, almost snuggling against your chest, “That didn’t work out as planned, but I don’t really mind…” she smiled against your neck as she buried her face against it, sparks jumping from her horn to your skin and sending small shivers through you.

“Coolers are one thing, but the real thing was far better,” you flushed with a very masculine pride at both her words and tone. You knew what a cooler was, essentially a specialized strap-on to ‘cool off’ a mare in heat by simulating ejaculation, “The girls are going to love that…” she sighed wistfully.

“Um…” you shifted in discomfort in her arms, your hands tracing small circles on her back unconsciously, “Twilight, I’m not exactly comfortable with you gossiping about this with the girls…” some part of you proud? Oh hell yes, but it was still a bit uncomfortable for her to talk about it in front of you…

She blinked, “You don’t want us to compare notes…?”

…

“What?”

Author's Notes:

BWUAHAHAHAHAHA! IT LIVES! I LIVE! LIFE FLOWS!

I. HAVE. RETURNED.

It’s been far too long since I’ve written anything, let alone anything pony-related. Life’s been rough this past… Celestia, this past year has been crazy. Craziness at college, craziness with my car, craziness at work, craziness in relationships, craziness with my own emotions (Curse you depression! Cuuuuurrrrrrssseeee yoooooouuuuuu!), it’s all made it really hard to write or get into writing, for which I apologize.

However, I’m back and writing once more, and it feels good.

I actually have a surprising amount of plot sketched out for this story right now, more so than the initial cloppy goodness I’m focusing on, but I’m letting the various chapters write themselves before I do anything else with it. Fair warning, this story is mostly wish-fulfillment and will remain such.

For those wondering, I’m also working on the next chapter of Consequences of Unoriginality, though it’s slow going, I don’t have proper inspiration for the story arc I’ve written myself into, which is a pain, but I’ll power through it. I also have the absolute beginnings of another story in the works, but that’s on the back burner right now.

Regardless, I’m happy to be back and hope you enjoyed the chapter! So until next time!

As always, comments and critiques are always appreciated!

Taking Turns

by Andoriol

Romance (And Other Things) Are in the Air

First Up - The Athlete

First Up - The Librarian