- “Not even a tiny little bit?”
- >The nervous stallion twitches and shakes his head.
- >You pout.
- >“M-moonshine, I'm just not ready for a m-mare to do that.”
- >Huff at Aux Tism, knowing you have to have some soon.
- >For some reason you think it's a good idea to lunge at the shy guy.
- >...And you overshoot it by miles.
- >Not to mention he's got some sick dodge skill going on there.
- >What's with that?
- “Ouch.”
- >“Are you okay?”
- >Nodding at him, you bare your fangs.
- >A silly thing to ask, if you don't say so yourself.
- >He squeals at the sight of them.
- >Then darts the fuck outta the room.
- “Come back! Please! I just want a teeny drop!”
- >“I-I'm getting the heck out of here!”
- >Jokes on him, you've already got the front and back door locked.
- >And just as you expected, you hear the bashing of hooves upon wood.
- >“Night Watch? Hekesuh? Someone h-help!”
- >He's all yours now.
- >Down the stairs, you leap graciously through the air and extend your wings to stop you crashing.
- >...Doesn't work though.
- >Aux jumps out the way in the nick of time, causing your face to smush against the door.
- >You swear you heard the smallest giggle...
- >Well, he's not getting away with it now.
- “Come here, fly boy.”
- >He freezes to the spot, pupils pea-sized.
- >Leaping over a couch to where the black-maned bastard is sitting, you open your mouth and prepare to plunge into his flesh.
- >He still doesn't move.
- >This time you've got him!
- >This time you've-
- >Aux stands at the last split-second, causing you both to collide heads with a painful thud.
- “I... I don' feel so gud.”
- >With his tongue listlessly hanging out his mouth, he nods.
- >You rub your head with a hoof.
- >“Maybe... Maybe we shuh take a break.”
- “Goo' idea.”
- >Your head flops into his lap.
- >Wait, your head's flopped into his lap!
- >This is your chance!
- >Fangs bared and ready, you sink them deep into his skin.
- >“OW!”
- “Ig prghhmgh igh's nght so bghd!”
- >He has no idea what to do, so he just sits there and lets you drink from him.
- >It tastes of cheese and salt.
- >As though it were some sort of crispy material...
- >But you're okay with that.
- >Aux looks down at you.
- >“I think the break's over now, Moonshine.”
- >You look back up at him.
- “Ngh.”
- >Quickly, you let go and stand up, rushing to the stairs.
- “Now it's your turn.”
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