CB- Ch.5- Estrus: Day 2-3 (NSFW at one point)

Close Bonds: Fifth Chapter

 

 "It's so cute the way you can talk to fillies like that, Ivan."

 

 You take a sip of your tea. "Where I come from, it would be considered creepy. But yeah, I suppose so."

 

 Fluttershy giggles. "Creepy? Ivan, that's a gift. Scootaloo never talks to adults, besides Rainbow Dash and myself."

 

 You smirk. "What did you do to win her affections?"

 

 "Oh, you know, just rescued her and her little friends from a cockatrice. No big deal." She tosses her head. "But even then, her voluntary contact with me is limited."

 

 You shrug. "Well, I'm barely more than a kid myself. Maybe that's why I connect better."

 

 "Scootaloo doesn't know that. In fact, most of the ponies that know you think you're at least thirty."

 

 You groan, gripping your forehead. "You'd think that I would appreciate something like that..."

 

 She looks at you curiously, concern in her eyes. "If you don't mind... Would you care to elaborate?"

 

 You sigh. "Where do I start?"

 

 You start at the beginning. The fallout with Rainbow Dash. You tell her about what happened after she left; how the two of you made up, including the part where you kissed.

 

 She nods, smiling in a satisfactory way. She figured something had budded between the two of you, especially since she's the one who told you Rainbow's secret.

 

 You talk about how things were going just fine. It was a great morning, being able to spend time with your new marefriend, up until she learned about your age.

 

 After hearing your story up to the whole situation with Twilight's letter, she nods. "I don't mean to interrupt, but... Is that why you've been so stressed lately? I mean, it can't be that bad, keeping a small secret for a few months. No offense to you or Rainbow."

 

 "None taken. And really, that's not what's bothering me. Not all of it, at least."

 

 "Then what is?"

 

 You sigh, knowing that you were going to tell her anyways. "She's... on her period."

 

 The yellow ear closest to you lifts up. "Say what now?"

 

 You mentally slap yourself. "Sorry. Earth term. I meant, she's started her estrus cycle."

 

 "Oh, my." Fluttershy blushes, sinking back into her mane a bit. She shows herself a little, a playful smile on her face. "It shouldn't be too bad for you though, right? I mean, as soon as you come home from work-"

 

 You interrupt her, already knowing where this is going. "Ehh, we've... decided to wait on that for a little bit. You know, we've just started dating and all..."

 

 Fluttershy frowns. She looks like she's about to say something, but stops.

 

 You raise an eyebrow. "What was that, Flutters?"

 

 "Well," she says, dropping the scowl, "don't be offended, but personally, I think it's kind of mean to do that to Rainbow. She has to constantly be around you, and the fact that she likes you so much... It's really hard being a mare in estrus."

 

 You ponder this for a moment. You bring your teacup to your mouth and slurp at air, realizing you're all out of tea. You try to pour yourself some more, but the pitcher's empty too.

 

 "Thanks for offering me that point of view, Fluttershy. I'll keep in mind what you said."

 

 She nods. "Anything for you, Ivan."

 

 "Well, as long as 'anything's' for me," you say, signaling to the empty pitcher, "We're all outta tea."

 

 "There's some iced tea packets in the cabinet, the kind you like with the lemon flavoring." She motions off in a direction to the left of you. "You can get some if you'd like."

 

 You rise, bringing the pitcher with you. "I would like." You walk on over to the cabinet you think she's talking about, and look to her for confirmation. She nods. Opening it up, you reach inside.

 

 "Ah, here it is," you say, pulling out a pack of iced tea mix. You observe it, looking over the words and picture on the front. It's almost humorous how similar these things are to the ones back on Earth.

 

 "Low Fat, hm?" This shit's catching on here too?

 

 "Oh, yes," Fluttershy nods, "I've been trying to keep slim recently."

 

 You roll your eyes, ripping the packet where it says, 'τ'•⌠ []••⌠', and pour it into the pitcher. You reach up to close the cabinet, but a glint catches your eye.

 

 Huh. It's not often you see ponies with metal possessions. Or at least, you assume it's metal.

 

 You reach in again, aiming for where you saw the glint. In the darkness, your hand touches something cold, hard, and rectangular in shape.

 

 What the-?

 

 "Fluttershy!" you call. She looks up fearfully.

 

 "How did you get my mp3 player?" you hold it up, showing her your iPod touch.

 

 "Oh!" she blushes, covering up one eye with her pink mane, "Well, I was at the library with Twilight, and... I-it was just laying out there in the open like that, and I-I couldn't resist."

 

 You stare at it for a moment. You recall that in your desperation, you had told Twilight to smash it, take it apart, whatever; as long as it was destroyed. And yet, here it is, saved by Fluttershy's kleptomaniac tendencies.

 

 Really, you're kind of grateful.

 

 You set the metal device down on the counter, and walk towards her. She 'meeps', sinking back further into her mane.

 

 You kneel down, and give her a hug. She squirms at your touch, but calms down once she realizes you're being friendly with her.

 

 "Thanks for saving it for me, Flutters."

 

 Her voice barely comes out as more than a squeak. "Y-you're w-welcome, Ivan."

 

 "Oh, and thanks for giving the lollipops back."

 

 She backs up from the hug. "What?"

 

 You hold up four candies, a victorious grin on your face. "These. But weren't there five?"

 

 "I got hungry..." she mumbles, averting her eyes to the ground.

 

 You chuckle, stuffing the suckers into your pocket. "It's all good, Flutters."

 

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 You walk to the door of your home, sucker in your mouth.

 

 Grape. Your favorite.

 

 You come to the front entrance. Taking a deep breath, you open your door, not sure of what to expect.

 

 The first thing you realize is that your house is back to the sorry shape it was in before Rainbow cleaned it.

 

 Not a good sign.

 

 "Well, well. Look who finally decided to show up."

 

 Rainbow Dash sits on the couch, Daring Do novel in her hooves. She has that kind of squinty-eyed look that means she's pissed, but that you've always thought was immensely cute for some reason.

 

 "Hey, I'm talkin' to you!"

 

 You blink, suddenly self-aware. "Oh. Hi, Rainbow."

 

 I wonder how stupid I sound?

 

 She rolls her eyes, groaning. She snaps the book shut, then jumps off the couch and trots off to the kitchen.

 

 Her tail swings back and forth, forcing your eyes between a state of looking, and averting your sight elsewhere.

 

 Look for the string, Ivan.

 

 What? No.

 

 Look for the string hanging out of-

 

 "Hey, Ivan?" Rainbow flies your way, wet rag in hoof.

 

 "Yeah?" you ask, trying to hush your unruly thoughts.

 

 "Does this smell like chloroform to you?"

 

 You lean forward, about to take a sniff. "Sure, let me-"

 

 Wait a minute.

 

 Chloroform?

 

 "Dash!" you shout, swatting the rag away, "What are you trying to do, knock me out?"

 

 You got it, Holmes.

 

 She scowls. "What else am I going to do? You keep refusing to have sex with me!"

 

 "For good reason," you retort.

 

 "No! Shitty idea, Ivan. Shitty."

 

 "You're just not thinking straight," you say, shoving your way past her.

 

 "Buck that! Where are you going?" she questions, hooves on her hips.

 

 "The one place I can be alone in this house without someone trying to rape me," you answer back, closing the door to your room.

 

 You begin to walk to your bed, but upon further thought, decide to turn back and lock the door.

 

 Just in time, too. The doorknob rattles a bit, followed by what you assume to be a swift kick to the door.

 

 You sigh, sitting down on your bed.

 

 Just one, maybe two more days of this. If you can just stick it out...

 

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 You wake up with a bad taste in your mouth. You'd forgotten to brush your teeth before bed, as you recall.

 

 In fact, you hadn't even eaten dinner, your grumbling stomach reminds you.

 

 You sit up with a groan. Shit's falling apart here. You went into this relationship thinking things were going to get better, and what happens? You're back to where you were a week before; arguing with Rainbow as soon as you get home, arguing with Rainbow before you go to bed.

 

 You walk up to the door, a click sounding as you turn the knob and it unlocks. You step out into the hallway, and stop once you see what's happened to the kitchen.

 

 The table is knocked over, along with all the chairs. A gallon jug of water lies broken on the floor, and what's left of the non-evaporated water is spread out along the tiles. You sigh, grabbing the wet mop out of its closet, and set to work.

 

 It takes about five minutes to soak up the mess and set the kitchen furniture back up. Luckily, she only spilled water and not something perishable, like milk.

 

 That would've stunk.

 

 Shut up. That pun was bad and you should feel bad.

 

 You grab a bagel and spread some cream cheese on it, settling on that being this morning's breakfast.

 

 After you change out of yesterday's clothes, you walk towards the door. As you pass through the living room, however, something stops you.

 

 A light snoring comes from the couch. You look down, and see a sleeping Rainbow Dash.

 

 She obviously hadn't gone to bed happy last night. Her lips are contorted into a sad frown, and dark stains on her cheeks mark where tears had been. One of her forelegs hangs off the couch, and under it is an empty bottle of cider.

 

 Shit. I feel guilty now.

 

 You kneel down, dodging the bottle of alcohol with your knee. You reach your hand around, and begin scratching her behind the ear.

 

 Subconsciously, she leans into it. She mutters something, but nothing comprehensible.

 

 "'M'... Surry, Ivan..."

 

 You understood that clearly.

 

 You run your hand through her mane, kissing her on the snout as you do. Then, reluctantly, you get up to go, taking one last look at the cyan pegasus before heading out the door.

 

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 Your day at the hospital doesn't go so smoothly.

 

 As usual, you receive the normal greeting from Cream. After waving back, you approach her and ask, "Hey, could you go through my work schedule?"

 

 She eyes you curiously, then reaches into a cabinet and pulls out a box of files. "Sure," she says, looking through them, "None of my business, but what's up?"

 

 "I'm looking to take the day off tomorrow."

 

 She pulls out a piece of paper, then winks at you. "Got something planned? You making a lucky mare, um," she thinks for a moment, "Lucky?"

 

 You roll your eyes, and she giggles. She pushes the paper your way, and points to a space that says Signature before it. You take a pen, carefully inspecting it before signing.

 

 "Relax. It's not gonna blow up or anything."

 

 At that, you carefully sign your name in Equish writing.

 

 "What's this? Taking a slacker's day?"

 

 Lyra's here.

 

 You finish up, then turn to face her. "Yup, sure am."

 

 "What for?"

 

 You don't lie to her, but you don't tell her everything. "Just need to talk to Rainbow about some things. I'm thinking it might be a bit stressful, which is why I'm taking the day off."

 

 "Rainbow Dash? The little blue bitch?"

 

 You feel your ears heat up. "Yeah, Rainbow Dash."

 

 She laughs. "I saw her yesterday afternoon. She looked pretty pissed about somethin'. You kick her out?"

 

 You shake your head. "Nope. She's still living with me."

 

 Her eyes widen. "What? You're letting that bum mooch off you even longer?"

 

 "Yeah," you reply, a hint of annoyance in your voice, "Forgive and forget. It's what friends do."

 

 You slide the paper back to Cream, who cautiously takes it, keeping her eyes on the two of you the whole time.

 

 She frowns. "Friends? Friends don't take advantage of each other, Ivan."

 

 "I took advantage of your offer to help me get a job here. Do you still consider me a friend?"

 

 She shakes her head. "That was done willingly."

 

 "And so is this."

 

 "But it's not like I would've lost much, or anything from what I did!" She sighs. "Ivan, you have to understand, I'm getting a little worried."

 

 Your irritation becomes a bit more evident. "Worried? About what? I'm a grown adult, Lyra, not a foal."

 

 Her voice rises now, too. "Let me put something through that thick skull of yours. That little slut, Rainbow Dash, is bringing you down. If you don't get rid of her, she'll cling to you like a leech, and, listen to me closely now; she will suck you dry. Got that?"

 

 You're doing all you can to hold yourself back. "Now, let me put something straight in your head," you say through gritted teeth, "I. Don't. Give. A flying fuck, about what you have to say. Now leave me alone."

 

 As you turn away, you catch a glimpse of Cream's shocked expression. This may be the first time she's seen you act like this.

 

 For the rest of the day, you and Lyra don't speak. Even your verbal contact with Cream is quite limited, as she almost seems afraid of you.

 

 At the end of the day, she still says goodbye. You wave back, giving her your best smile, though you know it looks forced.

 

 What a shit day.

 

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 You sit on a park bench, half-liddedly gazing at the various ponies enjoying their Thursday afternoons.

 

 How you envy them. You feel like a lonely child, watching through a frosted window as a family enjoys their Christmas meal, while you're stuck outside by yourself in the freezing cold.

 

 ...Okay, maybe that's a bit dramatic. But, I digress.

 

 You feel the bench shift a bit. It seems somepony is sitting on the other end. A child, you guess, as you can feel the amount of extra weight applied through the wood.

 

 "Um, Ivan?"

 

 You turn your head. On your right sits Scootaloo, looking a little apprehensive.

 

 Whatever happened to 'Milky'?

 

 You clear your throat. "Yeah, Scoots?"

 

 She twiddles her hooves. "Well, I know you don't want to be bothered, but," she looks off into the distance, where an orange frisbee is stuck in a tree, "Sweetie Belle accidentally threw our frisbee into the tree, and we were wondering-"

 

 "It wasn't my fault!" a voice behind you yells in protest, "Applebloom's the one that didn't catch it!"

 

 "Well, maybe if ya hadn't thrown it so hard-" They both stop when they notice you looking over the back of the bench, eyebrow raised.

 

 Sweetie Belle steps forward. "Mr. Ivan?" she says, in the cutest pleading voice you've ever heard, "Can you get our frisbee? Pleease?"

 

 Her eyes widen and shimmer, looking as if she may be about to cry. You know it's all a show; she's obviously learned a thing or two from her sister, but still...

 

 "Fine," you mutter, trying to sound reluctant. As you rise to your feet, the three fillies let out a "Yay!" in unison.

 

 The four of you make your way to the tree in question, the girls chattering the whole time. You don't listen to what they say, but just their carefree presence alone is enough to brighten your mood.

 

 As you arrive at the tree, one thing becomes abundantly clear; it's too high for even a tall bipedal being like yourself to reach.

 

 "Um, maybe if you jump?" Scootaloo suggests.

 

 You shake your head. "Sorry, girls."

 

 "Awww," they all moan.

 

 You look at the trunk of the tree, and something comes to mind. You walk around it, circling until you find a branch low enough to grab.

 

 "Hold on a sec."

 

 The fillies watch in curiosity as you run your hand along the bark of the tree, checking to see how rough it is. Then, satisfied with your findings, you grab hold of the branch with both hands, and hoist yourself up.

 

 Strength not being one of your main assets, you've always had to improvise. Instead of letting your arms do all the work, you spring off your feet, and in the same motion, quickly kick off the trunk to gain even more momentum.

 

 The rest comes naturally. You swing yourself onto the branch, sitting on it and bringing one leg over to balance yourself.

 

 The three girls rush up to you, or more correctly, under you.

 

 "Wow! Howd'ja do that?" Applebloom gawks.

 

 You lift one hand off the branch you're sitting on, and wiggle your fingers. "Hands. And lots practice."

 

 They watch enviously as you ascend the tree, branch by branch, until you eventually come to the same height as the frisbee. You look at it for a moment. It's a little over a yard away, apparently snagged on an upwards branch. If you really stretched yourself out, you could probably reach out and grab it, but there's always the risk of the branch snapping. Or, you could simply slip off.

 

 Not a far-fetched idea, considering both instances have already happened in the past.

 

 You look down. You're met by three pairs of eyes, each of them recognizing that something's wrong. No matter. You have more than one trick up your sleeve for a situation like this.

 

 "Hey guys!" You yell. They each perk up, then you continue, "The frisbee's gonna come down, so one of you needs to catch it!"

 

 Applebloom scratches her head. "But how are ya goin' ta get it if-"

 

 "On it!" Scootaloo calls, running underneath.

 

 You try to shake the branch, bringing your body up and down to make it oscillate. Gradually, the branch begins to do so, the rustling of the leaves becoming louder and more frequent with each shake.

 

 The frisbee moves with the tree, up and down, until the shaking becomes too much. The stick bends, then the frisbee tips and falls to the ground, hitting a few more branches and leaves with it.

 

 "I got it!" the three fillies shout. They each run to where the frisbee is to land, and before you can say anything, they all run headlong into each other. As they each fall onto their backs, the frisbee lands in the middle.

 

 You suppress a laugh. It's like something from a cartoon.

 

 By the time you get down, they're sitting back up, rubbing their heads. Scootaloo winces as you muss up her mane, smacking your hand away.

 

 "Heh heh," you chuckle, massaging your slightly red hand, "You girls alright?"

 

 "No," Scootaloo scowls at you, "I think my skull is broken."

 

 "Would you like me to check?" you joke, making a noogie-fist.

 

 "Ack! Get away from me!" she quickly scoots away from you.

 

 "Alright," you say, backing off. "I guess I'll see you girls later then."

 

 As you walk off, a high voice beckons you. "Wait!"

 

 You turn to see all three fillies giving you the pout face.

 

 Okay, this is just getting ridiculous.

 

 Applebloom walks forward, frisbee in mouth. She drops it by your feet, and asks, "Ain'tcha gonna stay fer frisbee?"

 

 You think about it. Why were you leaving anyway? To go back home to an inevitable argument with Rainbow?

 

 That can certainly wait. Why not enjoy your Thursday, like the rest of the ponies are doing?

 

 "Of course I will. Here," you say, picking up the flying saucer, "catch!"

 

 You throw it just a little bit above Scootaloo's and Sweetie Belle's heads. Scootaloo jumps in its path and snaps at it with her jaw, but right before it gets to her, it's engulfed in a pink aura.

 

 "I got it!" Sweetie Belle squeals, lowering the object down into her hooves.

 

 "Hey! That's cheating!" Scootaloo objects.

 

 Sweetie Belle sticks out her tongue.

 

 You cock your head. "What I'm wondering, is why you didn't just use your magic to bring it down in the first place."

 

 The two other fillies turn to Sweetie Belle. Her cheeks redden, and she smiles nervously. "Whoops."

 

 "Ugh," the orange filly groans. "Here, catch!"

 

 She swipes the frisbee out of Sweetie's hooves, and throws it to Applebloom, who catches it in her mouth and tosses it up to you.

 

 You smile, grasping the saucer. You see the three fillies waving about, calling out to you to throw it to them, and them specifically.

 

 You fling it in their general direction, curious as to who the victor will be. Through push and shove, Applebloom emerges victorious, and tosses it back to you.

 

 The day goes on like this for awhile. The four of you throw the frisbee back and forth, and for the first time in what seems like forever, you're genuinely having a good time.

 

 You receive a toss from Sweetie Belle, frisbee engulfed in a pink aura until it reaches your hands. She's not very good at tossing with her mouth, and so resorts to different techniques.

 

 "Go long!" you yell, flinging the frisbee far and high. Though once again you've used an unfamiliar term, the meaning seems to rub off on them, and they each go sprinting off to where they think it might land.

 

 Sweetie Belle is the first to give in. Seeing the trajectory and speed of the frisbee, she decides it's not worth the effort, and stops.

 

 Applebloom is next to give up, leaving only Scootaloo to catch it. Excitement wells up in you as you begin to think that she might pull it off.

 

 "Go Scoots!" you and the white unicorn both cheer.

 

 Applebloom shakes her head, "She ain't gonna make it."

 

 The frisbee starts to drop, lower and lower. The little orange pegasus opens her mouth in anticipation, but as you can all tell, the frisbee is flying faster than her. She runs harder, flapping her little wings as fast as she can.

 

 "C'mon, Chicken..."

 

 The frisbee is ahead of her. She leaps for it, and snags it right out of the air.

 

 "Woohoooo!" you all cheer at her glorious catch.

 

 That, however, isn't what takes your breath away. A second later, she's still in the air.

 

 A second turns into two, and two seconds turn to five. Your mouth drops, as you realize the flightless little 'Chicken' has flown.

 

 She realizes this too, and in her shock, drops to the ground. She tumbles for a bit, but immediately springs back to her hooves.

 

 "I flew!"

 

 "Holy sh-" The parents of fillies and colts glare at you. "-ips!"

 

 You, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle all rush up to her. She's jumping up and down in her excitement.

 

 "I flew! IflewIflewIflew!!!"

 

 "Do it again!" Sweetie squeals, just as excited. Scootaloo takes the challenge, and leaps up into the air, her wings buzzing like a hummingbird's.

 

 She stays suspended for another five seconds, before dropping to the ground again. Her grin spreads wider than her wings, which are buzzing themselves. The two other fillies bounce up and down in a circle around her, barely able to contain themselves.

 

 "Ivan! Where the buck have you been?!"

 

 The fillies stop. You stop. Time slows as you turn to find an extremely disgruntled Rainbow Dash behind you.

 

 "Well!?" she shouts.

 

 In your shock, your mind goes blank. "I- I-"

 

 "You what?" she growls, flying up to your height and pressing her nose against yours.

 

 You look around, noticing the curious stares the two of you are getting. You recover from your shock, and calmly reply, "I can do whatever I want, which means I can be wherever I want."

 

 She narrows her eyes, then shoves you in the chest. "I've been looking for you all day, Ivan. And then, when I ask you why you weren't home, you tell me, 'I can do whatever the buck I want.'"

 

 "Because I can, Rainbow Dash," you catch the hooves coming for your next shove. "You act like you own me or something. Calm down, and learn some self control."

 

 Her jaw drops. "Self control?"

 

 You remember that rule you had, the one where you're not supposed to tell people to calm down or anything to that effect?

 

 She gets closer. "Self. Control?!"

 

 You broke it.

 

 "I'LL SHOW YOU SELF-CONTROL!!!" she screams in your face, causing your ears to ring. She rears back, and sends her forehoof slamming straight into your nose.

 

 The hit lays you flat on your back. Stars fly out of your vision, and you begin to tear up.

 

 You open your eyes, almost unbelieving of what just happened. Rainbow stands on top of you, hoof raised for another strike, but slowly drops it once the full realization of what she's done hits her.

 

 Everyone around you, including Scootaloo and the girls, stares wide-eyed. It's as if the whole park is holding their breath; even the wind has stopped blowing.

 

 Suddenly, your anger rises, and the blood boils within you. If this were a male on top of you right now, you would've started beating the living hell out of him.

 

 Instead, you shove her off. She gives no resistance as the palms of your hands smack her chest, sending her tumbling to the ground next to you. You stand up, fuming, and walk off without giving a second glance.

 

 A warmth runs down your lip. You lick it, and taste the metallic flavor of blood. You attempt to wipe the rest off with the back of your hand, but only succeed in spreading around.

 

 "Ivan, wait!"

 

 Her voice only spurs you on to walk faster. You hear the flapping of wings, and then a pair of hoofsteps beside you.

 

 "I'm sorry, Ivan. I wasn't thinking. Please, just listen."

 

 You pay her no heed. The anger rising in your throat keeps you from speaking. You just keep your eyes straight ahead, and keep walking.

 

 She sees that you're not willing to talk, but continues to follow you nonetheless. For a brief moment, you almost feel bad for her; then that small amount of pity is burned to a crisp in the fire of your anger.

 

 You soon arrive at your house, Rainbow still close behind. You approach the front door and try the knob, then realize that it's unlocked.

 

 Dammit, Rainbow Dash. Couldn't have locked the door before you went on your rage hunt?

 

 You have the courtesy to at least let her follow you into your home. You soon arrive at your room, however, and don't show the same kindness.

 

 "Ivan, please-"

 

 You slam the door in her face.

 

 You've had enough of her shit.

 

 You grab a tissue out of the box on your nightstand, and attempt to wipe the blood off your face as well as you can. You then jump onto your bed, and shut off the lights in your room.

 

 Fuck.

 

 I think I got some blood on my pillow.

 

 You sit up, and feel around where you placed your face. Sure enough, you feel a wet spot.

 

 "Fucking dammit," you mutter, plopping your face back into the pillow.

 

 It's gonna take a lot more than an apology to be forgiven for this.

 

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 In the middle of the night, around one or two in the morning you assume, you hear sniffling.

 

 Sighing, you slide off your bed and onto your feet. You're a little off-balance at first, but soon gain coordination with each step you take.

 

 You open your door. The sniffling is a little louder in the hallway, if not by much.

 

 In the darkness, you trudge towards the source of the sound. You soon find yourself in front of Rainbow's door, and let out a sigh.

 

 Every time you step through this door, something bad happens. Do you expect tonight to be any different?

 

 Silently, you open the door. You find Rainbow lying in her bed, her hind legs tucked under her. The moonlight shines on her from the window, and every so often she looks up from crying into her hooves to stare at the moon.

 

 Tears glimmer off her cheeks and eyes. The sight makes you sad, almost guilty. You walk up to her, and sit at the side of her bed.

 

 Her head shoots up upon detecting your presence, and she turns to you, startled. Then, her lip quivers, and she goes back to crying.

 

 You place a hand on her neck, and gently squeeze. Her sniffling slows down a bit, and she raises her head to look at you.

 

 "A-Are you going to kick me out? I'll understand if you do."

 

 You smile reassuringly, and hug her around the neck. "No. Of course not. You're my mare, and it's gonna take a lot more than a bloody nose for me to stay mad at you."

 

 You see her lips curve upwards for a second, but then it goes as quickly as it came. You brush a strand of messy hair out of her eyes, and lie beside her.

 

 "Beautiful moon tonight, isn't it?"

 

 She just stares at it. You think you perceive a whispered "Yeah," but it's too quiet to be sure.

 

 You observe your mare, looking over her features with admiration. Her eyes reflect the moon, and the moonlight bathes her in a way that makes all her colors a tint lighter. Her mane, instead of being neatly combed in the tomboyish fashion you're used to, hangs down over her neck and around her ears in a random array of different colored strands of hair, reminding you of fireworks. It's a truly beautiful sight.

 

 "You know, when I hit you, I thought I'd really done it that time. You didn't even yell at me, you just ignored me. Then, when you shut the door on me, I couldn't help but feel... Alone. I was sure you hated me."

 

 You rub her chest with the same arm wrapped around her neck. She nuzzles you, and you nuzzle back.

 

 "I couldn't hate you. I know it seems a bit early to say this, but... I love you. Not only as your partner, but as a friend. I've known you for too long to just let our relationship end like that."

 

 She's smiling now. She begins to lick you, timidly at first, but once she sees that you're accepting her, she picks up speed.

 

 You do the same, licking her face up and down. At one point, your tongues touch. Both of you hold it there, looking into each other's eyes. Her shimmering, violet eyes.

 

 Then, you kiss her. Softly at first, although you envelop her tongue in your mouth as you lean forward. She slips it back into her own mouth, her softness rubbing your lips. You groan, and enjoy the feeling of her warm lips against yours. Her tongue timidly presses against your mouth, as if in asking for permission, and you let it through, giving it a greeting of your own.

 

 The two of you stay like that for awhile, with your arm draped around her. Two lovers lie in the moonlight, dancing a dance that has been performed for ages.

 

 Soon, you take the hand that's over her shoulder, and bring it to her wings. There, you begin to softly massage her feathers.

 

 She moans, turning on to her side. Never breaking the kiss, you begin to feel her up. Your hands start at the sides of her belly, softly squeezing her womanly plush. You let your fingers run through her fur, once again amazed by how soft it feels.

 

 You move them to her back, gently pulling her into you. Her stomach and thighs press against yours, and you groan when she wraps her left leg around your own.

 

 Not wanting to be outdone, you let your hands drop to her flanks, and squeeze. She moans audibly, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of red.

 

 Your boner presses tightly against your pants. She's sliding her body up and down on you. She gasps when your rock-hard pride limb pushes into her belly, poking in at a slanted angle.

 

 A musky smell fills the air. She's panting now, and when you look at her, you see a completely different look in her eye.

 

 Her hot breath hits you wave after wave, brushing against your cheeks. The two of you lay there for a minute, staring into each other's eyes. Her lust-crazed eyes.

 

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((NSFW Warning. If you don't like reading erotica between a pony and a human, then skip to the page breaker with the [SFW] sign under it.))

 

 Dash is the first to move. She quickly climbs atop you, forcing you onto your back. Once she achieves her goal, she sits on your chest, looking down at you like a well-earned trophy.

 

 She leans down, and whispers into your ear, "I've been waiting a long time for this." She then nips you on the earlobe, causing you to grunt in surprise.

 

 She sits back up, and scooting back to sit on your legs, looks favorably at your crotch. A tent is formed with your pants. She looks you straight in the eye, and demands, "Open it."

 

 You do as she says, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans. Her eyes widen when the pants come down, but growls when she sees your boxers.

 

 "Why do you wear so damn many clothes..."

 

 She pulls those down for you, feeling liberated as your cock springs forth. Her wings open up with a *pomf!*, and her eyes widen, drool hanging off her lip.

 

 She leans down, closer to your hardened member. However, instead of doing what you think she's going to do, she places her hooves on either side, and begins rubbing up and down.

 

 You lean back, enjoying every last second of this. Somehow, as time slowly goes on, it gets to feeling even better.

 

 You hear Rainbow moan. Curious as to why she might be having these sensations, you look up.

 

 She's not only using her hooves, but her wings now. When she sees you, she smiles, tongue out, and wraps the tips her feathered limbs around your penis, completely covering it with the soft feathers.

 

 You're surprised by the flexibility of her wings, though it feels heavenly. Then, right as you're about to orgasm, she stops.

 

 You groan, an empty feeling aching at your body as you're denied your pleasure. You look at her again, a questioning frown on your face.

 

 "I'm not getting satisfied," she states. Then, before you have a chance to react, she straightens your cock upwards and positions herself over you.

 

 The two of you stay like that for a moment, though it seems like forever. You can feel your tip brush against her folds, the feeling sending electrifying jolts throughout your body.

 

 She grins at you. Then, faster than your numbed mind can think, she brings her hips down.

 

 Every muscle in your body flexes as you feel your manhood slip inside her. Her walls are tight, and push against your extremely sensitive member, sending electrifying jolts throughout your body. You grip the bed, then thrust upwards, lifting the cyan pegasus as high as your hips will go.

 

 You thrust, again and again, lower back never touching the bed as you feel the cum rush out. She moans, and at the same time her walls tighten. A flood of hot mare juices rushes from her vagina, overflowing and spilling out onto you. As your orgasm dies down, you slowly drop back to the bed, semen and Rainbow juice running down your hips and onto the sheets.

 

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((SFW)) (Safe For Woona)

 

 The two of lie there, feeling each other's heartbeats, and the rise and fall of your chests. She feels so warm.

 

 She licks your chest, then slowly climbs up to meet you eye to eye. Then, wrapping her forehooves around your neck, she kisses you on the lips.

 

 She pulls back, looks into your eyes, and whispers, "Thank you, Ivan." She then rests her head in the crook of your neck. In return, you wrap your arms around her, softly scratching her back.

 

 "Goodnight Dash," you whisper softly. You revel in the feeling of her hair washing over your neck and shoulders.

 

 "See ya tomorrow."

 

 

Author's Note:

 

Ugh, there. My sad first attempt at clop. I thought I was doing pretty well, until I actually read it.

 

Oh, by the way, my proofreader hwrogers decided to start his own thing. It's quite good, really, you should go check it out!