Title:           Clear Skies a cute
Author:          fanganon
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First Edit:      Wednesday 25th of January 2017 08:06:57 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 2nd of April 2017 08:20:30 PM CDT

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This is all PoV of Clear Skies' inner monologue.  
She's cute but not a clever poner, and I'm trying to make it sound like her.
Each section is its own mini-story.  Nothing important, just peeks at her life.
 
I post as fanganon !!GVsqLDOink5
Spoiler text is marked by [Spoiler].
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=====Mid-December=====
A week and a half after being bought.
 
 
>Be Clear Skies
>And you just heard something that made your blood go cold.
>Your wings are clenching worse than your first day of flight school.
>Your ears are clamped down so hard that they hurt, and your tail may as well be attached to your belly.
>You're pretty sure your heart stopped beating for a few seconds too.
>Princess...?
>The humans have a princess?
 
>Why hadn't you known?
>Why hadn't anypony?
>If they had a princess this all could've been avoided.
>All of it: the tension, the breakdown, the riot, the war...
>Did Celestia and Luna know? Did they try to negotiate?
>They had to have known, they were meeting with the humans for months.
>None of that matters now, of course. Not after so long.
 
>And the news just said...
>And she-
>She...
>...
>Oh sweet Celestia you can't even say it in your head.
>It's too much, too fast.
>Your legs wobble a little, your body suddenly feeling heavier than it has in a decade.
>The only reason you're not on the floor right now is because your joints are locked in pure shock.
>You try to force the words in your head, just to make sense of them.
>She-
>She...
 
>She... Died...
>You didn't even know a princess could die.
>I mean-
>I suppose they could, but-
>But...
>The humans didn't deserve this. Not even at their worst would you wish this on them.
>You know you haven't experienced their worst, of course.
>But you heard enough from the other ponies at the auctions.
>You've actually been treated really well for a slave.
>No hard labor, no rape, no torture, no whippings.
>Hell, you've only been beaten onc-
>...
>No. No, not thinking about that right now.
>Your master needs you.
>He's been kinder to you than any other master.
>He doesn't lock you in a cage, doesn't tie your leash to a post.
>He doesn't even make you wear a collar!
>Or wing binders!
>He does most of the cleaning himself.
>And the cooking. [thank Celestia]
>And he's...
>He's going to be devastated.
>You don't know how to comfort a crying human.
>You don't even know how to comfort a crying pony.
>Except for hugs. Hugs, and calm, and patience, and letting them know how much you care for them.
 
>Come on Clear, you can do this.
>Mare up.
>Breathe.
>One step at a time.
>You can do it.
>For your master.
>You can feel your eyes beginning to sting.
>Don't cry yet. This is more important.
>He's still on the couch, staring at the television.
>Your master is shocked too, and he needs you.
>Come on, you're almost there.
>He still hasn't moved.
>You climb onto the couch.
>Two more steps and you're right next to him.
>He doesn't say anything. He doesn't have to. You're here for him.
>You wrap your forelegs around him.
>And your wings.
>He jumps a little, and just looks at you with those caring eyes.
>You bury your face into his neck.
>You don't say anything. You don't have to. You know how much this hurts him.
>Because you just found out and it's hurting you too.
 
>May Celestia and Luna guide you to peace.
>Princess [Leia____]
 
-----
Meanwhile, Anon is sitting there not really watching the news and his favorite horse just starts weeping for no reason.
 
 
 
 
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=====Early Spring=====
 
 
>Be Clear Skies
>Again.
>Still the most heliotrope pegasus.
>At least that's what your mom said.
>You've never been very good with colors.
>You loved watching her paint, but you were never any good at it...
 
"Sigh..."
 
>And you've been doing that all morning.
>Why are you getting all mopey today?
>You're not a mopey pony.
>You are the complete opposite, actually.
>...
>Are you just getting sick of being cooped up all day?
>It rains a lot here, but you like that.  It's calming.
>Is it something about spring in humanland?
>Maybe it's just bringing back old memories.
>Of a home you'll never get back to...
>A home you didn't even think to miss until it was taken away...
>Your friends...
>Your mom...
>All the good memories.
 
>And... the less good memories.
 
>That time you broke the weather-deployer thing.
>...
>Sprinkle Melody yelled at you.  A lot.
>Then Parasol yelled at you.  That was the only time you've ever seen her angry.
>Then bucking SPITFIRE HERSELF showed up and yelled at you.
>If you weren't crying you'd have asked for her autograph.
>...
>You don't even remember what happened.
>You were the only pony in the room, and then you woke up with a bump on your head.
>And all the machines had pretty much exploded.
>Cloudsdale's main factory had to be shut down for half a year before repairs were done.
>You probably would've lost your job if it wasn't for Rainbow Dash.
>You wanted her autograph too, but you were still crying.
>She showed up the next day and argued with everyone who was angry at you.
>Even though Ponyville was buried in ten feet of snow.
>...
>Wait a second.  
>Ponyville...?
 
"Siiiiigh..."
 
>Aaaaaand you just remembered why you're a mopey pony today.
>Because it's today.
>The anniversary of your biggest mistake.
>When you...
>...
>You don't really think about it all that much.
>Your really big screw-up.
>You knew exactly how that one happened.
>Why it happened.
>And...  you're not sure if it was a mistake or not.
>Even after all this time.
>Twelve years...
 
*grumblegroan*
 
>You slam your face into the cushions with a soft squeak.
>This moping around isn't doing you any good.
>You need something to clear your head.
>Maybe you should go flying.
>Take a nap on top of the clouds?  Maybe the sunlight will cheer you up.
>Master doesn't mind, as long as you're back before sunset.
 
>Nah, it's warm on the couch.  
>Clouds here are way too high up.  It's always chilly up there.
>And blankets just fall through them.
>Well, what else?  You're not gonna sit here all day wallowing in your bad mood.
>That's not the kind of pony you are.
>...
>You're not hungry.
>Nothing on Netflix looked interesting.  
>Not even the Neightflix section just for ponies.
>You've gone through it three times since breakfast, and nothing caught your eye.
>How about the computer?  There must be something interesting there...
>Meh.
>Too much effort.  Wingtyping is hard.
>Maybe you should read one of master's books?  
>You never were one for reading, but he has to have something you'd like.  
>Hmm...
>Wait-
>Filly.  You idiot.
>You can go sit with master!
>But he's working.
>He won't mind as long as you're quiet, right?
>And he always looks grumpy when he's done.
>Maybe if you're there he'd be happier.
 
>Yes!  It's perfect.
>Getting up, you trot towards his office.
>And then back to the couch.
>Forgot the blanket.
>You grab it in your teeth and drag it with you.
 
*tap tap tap*
"Mathter?"
 
>...
>No answer.  Maybe he's using his ear cover things.
>You reach up and poke at the doorknob.
>Master has those lever-style ones on every door.
>The other kind of human doorknobs are a little hard to use.
>...
>Yep.  Ear cover things.
>Still at his computer.
>You walk over to him.
>His computer is showing him some math.  And a lot of made-up words.
>The other part was showing him a bunch of colorful balls.
>No idea what either means.
>You put a hoof on his leg.
>He notices you.
>Yep, grumpyeyes.  But they always go away when you're there.
>Master doesn't like his job.  You don't know why he does it.
>Humanland is complicated.
>But master likes you.  And that makes you really happy.
>Because you like master too.  A lot.
 
>"Clear?  What's up?"
>His eyes are back to normal, but he still has grumpyvoice.
 
"Cah I thit ith hoo?"
>"Blanket, Clear."
>Oh.  
>Right.  Oops.
"Can I sit with you?  Please?  I promise I'll be quiet."
>He just smiles and pats his lap.
>Squee!  You knew it'd work!
>You climb up on his lap and curl up.
>Head nuzzled into his stomach.
>This position is a little awkward, but you like it this way.
>You love his scent.
 
>And just like that you're happy.
>All the sad memories are gone, like they never happened.
>You couldn't be mopey even if you tried.
>He lays the blanket over you.
>And takes a few minutes just scratching your ears.
>And petting your mane.
>And saying something.  You didn't hear what.
>You're kinda spaced out.
>Hoofspiders are amazing.
>You're happier than you've ever been.
>Well, since last night.  He did it then too.
 
>And then he's back doing work stuff.
>Lots of clickclacking with his keyboard.
>It's a nice sound.
>...
>But even now-
>Being here.
>With your master.
>The happiest pony in humanland.
>You still find yourself thinking about back then.
>That rainy night when you visited Ponyville.
>Maybe...
>Maybe it's because..
>You don't know.
>It's a sad memory.  A very sad one.
>But it's also kinda happy.  Just, in a sad way.
>You're still not sure if it was the right thing.
>You know you weren't ready.
>You couldn't be a...
>A mom.
>Not when you were fifteen.
>Not even with mom's help.
 
>You weren't an adult.
>You weren't done with school yet.
>Heck, you and your coltfriend had already split up by the time you noticed you were pregnant.
>You don't even remember his name anymore.
>But you'll never forget her.
>She had her father's coat.  That orangey yellowy gold that you can only find at sunset.
>She had your mane though.  A little lighter, but it stuck up in front just like yours.
>And...
>Ugh, why are you doing this to yourself.
>Maybe...
>Maybe you should try to find her.
>She might be in humanland, right?
>But you don't know if she's here.
>Or if you could find her.
>Or if you did, that her master would let you meet.
>...
>Or even if that was a good idea...
 
>You weren't her mom, after all.
>You never tried to find her before.
>You didn't want to interfere with her family.
>You didn't have that right.
>No matter how much you want to see her, you weren't her family.
>She had her own mom, and her own dad, and maybe even some brothers and sisters.
>But now that so many ponies are here...
>She might be alone.
>Or with a bad master...
>Or with a master as good as yours, you don't know.
>You just... don't know.
 
>Maybe that's what you need.
>Some kind of closure.
>Maybe...
>Maybe you should ask master to help you find her.
>Just to find out if she's okay.
>And then go from there.
>...
>If he even can.  Master is smart and good with computers.
>But finding a specific pony would be really hard.
>Maybe impossible.
>...
>You don't know if she even kept her name...
>You wrote it down and tucked it into the basket.
>The orphanage would've used that name.
>But her parents might not have.
>You know that happens sometimes, when a foal is adopted very young.
>...
>And you're getting sad again.
>You snuggle up to master.
>Shuffle your wings a little.
>Take a deep sniff, so the only thing you can smell is master.
>You really love his scent.
>You let out a long sigh.  A happy one this time.
 
>All this mopey pony business will have to wait for later.
>Right now it's you,
>and your master,
>and a warm blanket,
>and the clickyclacky of his computer,
>and the gentle droning rain,
>and nothing else in the world matters.
 
 
 
 
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=====Early Summer=====
 
 
>You are Clear Skies.
>And you just encountered your first threat in humanland.
>Your first real challenge since way back in flight school.
>You're in a precarious situation.
>And if you don't handle this perfectly, it'll cost you EVERYTHING you care about.
>Master.
>Is talking to.
>Another.
>Mare.
 
>You ruffle your wings and puff out your tuft.
>...
>Then you stop.
>Bring that fluff back down, filly.
>It's okay.  You trust master.
>Whorse needs to step off though.
>[He's mine.]
 
>Standing at the door is an off-white earth pony with a gold mane and tail.
>And a cutie mark of...  coffee?
>She's wearing a brown jacket.
>Because she doesn't have superior pegasi fluff.
>Buck, and now you're racist.
>...
>It's okay Clear, just breathe.
>This isn't like you.
>This isn't like you at all.
>She's not gonna steal your master or anything.  She has her own master.
>You won't be jealous just because master says hello to her.
>Master is always nice to ponies.
>Petty jealousy isn't proper for a mare.  Just like mom said.
>And she seems nice enough.  She knows master, after all.
>And you're here to have dinner with master's friend.
>You're just nervous because this is a new place.
>And you want to protect master.
>Right?
>...
>Right.
 
>"Clear, meet March Gustysnows.  March, this is Clear Skies."
>"Oh yah, you've mentioned her.  Nice to finally mee'cha."
>You smile and wave a little.
>See, she is nice.  Maybe you can finally have a pony friend.
>"Well don't just stand there, come in come in.  You'll freeze in this here cold."
 
>"Soooooo Anon, I'm still a might surprised you have a pony.  After, well, you know..."
>Master gives her a look.  
>The 'stop that or you'll get in trouble' look.
>The one he used your first week with him.
>Before you got to know him.
>"Things change.  Clear has been very helpful.  Keeps me sane."
>"Oh yah, I understand that.  Its a right doozy bein cooped up all winter."
 
>"You two go on and get washed up for supper.  I made some eggplant alfredo with a nice salad.  And a big ol' steak for you."
>"Huh?  You know you don't have to-"
>"Oh and I'll be hearin' none of that.  I know how much humies love their meat."
>Did...  did she just wiggle her rump?
>...
>No, you're just imagining things.
 
>You follow master to the bathroom and wash your hooves.
>And by that you mean master washes your hooves.
>You can do it yourself but master likes playing with your hooves.
>Aaaaand you like it too.
>Being close to him makes you happy.
>He's humming some cheerful little song you don't recognize.
>And he takes much longer than needed making sure your frogs are clean.
>...
>It feels nice.
>He's slowly rubbing them in little circles.
>It's making you all tingly.
>And kinda warm.
>Must be something in the soap.
 
>...
>The sink is really low.
>Master has to kneel to use it.
>Must have been made just for March.
>Huh.
>Good to know her master is nice too.
>Must be pretty inconvenient though.
>Unless her master is really short.
 
>You and master get to the kitchen and find the table already set.
>March is bringing out the last plate:
>Master's steak.
>"Here ya go Anon.  I tried a new way of seasonin' it.  My own special sauce..."
>Why is she waggling her eyebrows like that?
>...
>She's kinda wierd.
 
>"Well don'cha just stand there.  Dig in."
 
>So, eggplant alfredo is a kind of cheesy noodle thing with chunks of fried eggplant.
>You poke at it with your fork, trying to get a little bit of everything.
>It's...
>Actually really good.
>Master is a better cook.
>Because he cooks with love.
>That's what he told you, anyway.
>But you've never had this before, and you like it.
>As you chew, something starts to bug you.
 
"So, um, is it really okay to start before your master gets here?"
>They both look at you.
>What'd you say?
>"Oh gee, you didn't tell her?"
>Huh?
>"There, uh, isn't a whole lot of conversation when we're together."
>"Oh golly, well ain't that a thing."
>She winks at you with a sly smile.
>And that's when you realize [how lewd master sounded.]
>Good thing your coat is pink.
>You're blushing pretty hard.
>You grab another fork-full.
>Don't start sputtering.
>Don't go spewing hay.
>Keep it in your saddlebags.
>Just act casual.
 
>"I'm a free pony, dearie.  Haven't had an owner in a couple years don'cha know."
>You almost choke on a noodle.
"Wha?"
>"Oh yah, once we all got dumped here I got bought up by a nice old couple with a coffee shop."
>"They needed a pony to help keep up with the Seattle crowd.  I made the best darn coffee this side of the Rockies I tell'ya."
>"But those scruffy hipsters were havin' none of it.  They wanted their halfcaf cruelty-free pumpkin spice crappe."
>"A year later a Starbucks opened across the street.  That ended things pretty fast, it did."
>"That nice old couple retired right then, don'cha know.  Set me free and moved to Florida to be with their grandkids."
>"One of our... umm, mutual friends introduced us, yah.  And Anon here helped set me up with this cozy little cabin."
>You look to master, still confused.
>"Well, that's the short version.  We had a bit of trouble since back then the ownership laws were so vague.  I think right now she's the legal property of a tree."
>That didn't help.
 
>The rest of dinner was pretty quiet.
>Well, for you anyways.
>Master and March exchanged smalltalk.
>But you weren't paying much attention.
>You were trying to wrap your head around something.
>You didn't know ponies could be free here.
>Since you got here you always had a master.
>And now you have the best one.
>You hadn't heard of any free ponies before...
>...
>Does it really matter, though?
>To other ponies, yes.  But not to you.
>You're happy with master.
>Maybe if you could go back to Equestria...
>But even then, you'd want him to come with you.
>You don't think you could be happy without him.
>Not anymore.
>Even sitting next to him didn't feel right.
>You're usually on his lap.
 
>...
>Seeing master eating meat was a little wierd.
>You know he eats a lot of meat, just not around you.
>He's always so nice, sometimes you forget that he's a predator.
>...
>That warm tingling is getting stronger.
 
>"Oh dear, time snuck right up past me.  It's almost ten don'cha know.  Better get home soon, yah?"
 
>Master goes to grab his coat.
>AND SHE'S STARING AT HIS BUTT.
>"Oh yah, he's a fine piece of humie."
>She bites her lip.
>Your fur bristles.
>You bucking knew it.
>She was checking him out.
>"And I will have him.  Only a matter of time don'cha know."
>She smiles at you, and you're sure that there are two predators in the house right now.
 
>Master says his goodbyes, and you force a smile and wave.
>You don't really trust yourself to still sound friendly.
 
>You two take your time walking back home.
>The stars are out.
>Not like when you were in the city.  Out here, you can see them all.
>It's really pretty.
>Humanland has a lot more stars than Equestria does.
>And a dim white blotch across the sky.
>No idea what that is.
>As different as it is, the sight still makes you a little homesick.
>"Something wrong Clear?"
>You peek up at him.
>You meet his eyes.  Always so caring...  Always so gentle...
>Your chest tightens.
>You look away.
"She... seems really nice."
 
>He sighs.
>You knew he'd be able to tell you're upset.
>He always knows what you're thinking.
>"Clear...  Look, she's been trying to get into my pants the entire time I've known her.  Hasn't managed it yet."
>You look back at him.
>He noticed?
>"And as nice as she is, I'm not interested."
>Master reaches down.
>And picks you up.
>"Especially since I already found my favorite pony."
>And he kisses you on your snootle.
>...
>HE KISSED YOU!
>ON YOUR SNOOTLE!
>*FWOMP*
>AND NOW YOUR WINGS ARE AT HALF MAST.
"Bu, hah, wuh"
>Great job Clear.  Perfect reaction.  So elegant.
>Master smiles and starts rubbing his face in your mane.
>Oh goddesses you're winking.
>pleasedontnoticepleasedontnoticepleasedontnotice
>...
>You're pretty sure he doesn't notice.
>His coat might be a little damp though.
>You rest your head against his chest.
>You take a deep sniff.  Master's scent always calms you down.
>Now though, it's only making that warm tingle unbearable.
>You try really hard to keep your tail from flagging.
 
>Filly, please.
>Why are you acting like a bucking teenager?
>Master does this all the time.
>Like, literally all the time.
>Well, the cuddling at least.
>[The kiss was new.]
>On the couch.
>While he's working.
>At dinner.
>In...  in bed.
>...
>His scent is just so...  intense today.
>Those strong arms.
>The thumpthump of his heart.
>His scratchy whiskers against your fur.
>His breath hitting your ear...
>You want him.
>You want him so bad right now.
>...
>Oh no.
>Oh no no no no.
>You know what it is.
>Why you've been so not-you tonight.
>Why you're acting like a hormone-doped filly.
>[You're in heat.]
 
 
 
 
==============================
=====Early Summer=====
This one takes place the same day as the last bit.
 
 
>Be Clear Skies
>In bed.
>With your master.
>The same as every night.
>In your master's arms.
>Snuggled up against him.
>Your happiest place.
>Only this time, your mind just won't stop running.
 
>You push your back against him.
>A little harder than normal.
>Just being this close isn't enough.
>You've never been very good at handling your...
>Urges
>During estrus.
>Usually you end up at mom's house, locked in your old room.
>Just so you don't do something stupid...
 
>He's always been so nice to you.
>And gentle.
>And affectionate.
>He loves to cuddle with you.
>And you love it too.
>He's the best master.
 
>Your head is lying on one of his arms.
>And his other arm is draped over your barrel.
>He's running his hoofspider back and forth.
>Down, rubbing your belly.
>And then all the way back up, stopping to scratch your tuft.
>And back down again...
>Teasingly slow...
>It feels amazing.
>And, being in bed...
>His scent is everywhere.
>And so...  overpowering.
>It's making you feel lightheaded.
>That warm tingle is very, very strong now.
>Stronger than you've ever felt it, you think.
>...
 
>It always makes you so happy being with master.
>But now, it's something else...
>You've had friends, but you were never this close to somepony.
>And you've had coltfriends, but they were always just coltfriends.
>But now, you have some...one, who you can't imagine being away from.  Even for a little bit.
>Who makes you happy no matter what you're doing.
>Who treats you like you're the best thing in his life.
>And...
>Who has you so turned-on you're making a puddle.
>There's no way you could hide that.
>Even if you tried.
>He could probably even smell it by now.
>...
>He's your best friend, and your precious master...
>But... could he be more?
>Could a best friend even be a coltfriend?
>You don't see why not, but you don't know what that'd be like...
>Probably really nice.
 
>Should you...
>Should you try taking it...
>Further?
>Master loves you.
>You know he does.
>And you love master.
>You're absolutely sure about that.
>...
>That's all that's needed, right?
 
>Yes.  Yes it is.
>...
>Master's a colt, no matter how mareish he acts.
>He made the first move tonight.
>Kissing you, on your walk home.
>And you panicked.
>This time, it's your turn.
>Mare up, and show him you want to take it further.
 
>You lean your head up, and stretch a little.
>And plant a kiss on his chin.
>And he tilts his head down and puts one on your snootle.
>And then in your mane.
>And then another.
>And another.
>And he breathes in, deep.
>Master likes your scent as much as you like his.
>You're getting so hot it feels like you're going to burn up.
 
"Master?"
>"Mmmhmm?"
"Do...  do you...  l-like me?"
>He kisses you again, right between your ears.
>"Of course I do.  How could I not?  You're perfect."
>You don't think you could blush harder than you already were, but you certainly try.
"I-I mean...  L-like me, like me."
>You don't know if you have it in you to say it out loud.
>So you push your rump against his crotch.
 
>He's quiet for a second.
>His face still pressed against your mane.
>His arm still rubbing your belly.
>As nervous as you are, it feels like forever.
>"Yes, Clear.  I do."
>You can feel him through his clothes.
>He's already hard.
"D-do you, umm, want to..."
>You wiggle your rump a little.
>And you feel it twitch.
 
>"Clear...  Are you sure?  Being with a human is a little...  different than a pony."
>You don't know what he means.
>But you know you want this.
"Yes.  I'm sure.  I..  I want to be with you."
>He moves his head to the side, planting kisses as he goes.
>And he nibbles on your ear.
>Your rear legs buck a little.
>Oh wow.
>THAT is a new feeling.
>...
>Those sharp teeth...
>He could hurt you if he wants.
>And there's nothing you could do to stop him.
>But instead, he's using them to make you feel good.
>U-unf.
 
>His arm goes back up to your tuft, running his hoofspider through it.
>And keeps going up, gently scratching your chin.
>And then down, through your tuft again.
>Lingering a little on your belly.
>And then...
>Continuing down...
>He stops.
>You know why.
>He's asking for your permission.
>He's making sure it's not moving too fast for you.
>Even now, he's worried about being too rough with you.
>You wrap your tail around his leg.
>To let him know.  Yes, you're sure.
>Gently, he moves to your teats.
>Slowly rubbing them.
>And tracing little circles around them.
>And brushing against them.
>He pinches one a little, and you let out a gasp.
 
>Between the ear, and his hoofspider, the feeling of his chest, and the pressure against your rump...
>And his scent...
>You haven't even started and you're already nearing a maregasm.
 
>You squirm a little, enjoying his touch...
>But you want more.
"Please, master.  Don't teeaaaase me..."
>He bites down a little harder.
>And you twitch.
 
>He lets go of your ear, and licks it.
>And places a slow, gentle kiss at its base.
 
>He pulls his arm out from under you, and repositions so he's above you.
>You turn onto your back...
>That smile is as gentle as ever, but this time there's something else too.
>The way he's looking at you.
>His arms pressed down to either side of you.
>Those sharp teeth...
>You can't help but shiver.
>...
>He wants you.
>Just as much as you want him.
>And he's going to take you.
>Because that's what his species does.
>And you've never wanted anything more than you want this.
 
>!!!
>You were so focused on his face, you lost track of what he was doing.
>His...
>He's poking against your crotch.
>The tip is slipping between your folds.
>You're so wet right now he could probably get it all the way in with one thrust.
>The thought makes your wings twitch.
>But you can't manage to look away.
>His eyes.  His smile.  
>...
>You really do love him...
 
>He pushes, slowly entering you.
>Stopping every few seconds
>To let you get used to his size.
>You can see the hunger in his eyes.
>Every time he pushes further in you twitch and squirm.
>It feels so good.
>You're startled a little when you feel his hips press against your rump.
>You wink, and it brushes against his skin.
>OH.
>...
>And there's the maregasm.
>Master hasn't moved yet, he's just looking you in the eyes.
>And his smile...
>That's not master's normal smile.
>That's a predator's smile.
>...
>You start to wonder what you got yourself into, when master starts moving.
>Still slowly.
>But you're really sensitive.
>Even with the extra lubrication.
>Your rear hooves kick a little.
>And then back in.
>A little faster this time.
>He hilts again, and holds it until you wink.
>Your wings twitch.
>This is a bit more than you were prepared for.
>But you want to keep going.
>He does it again, a little faster.
>All the way out until only the tip is inside you.
>And all the way back in, until your bodies meet.
>And again.
>And again.
>Faster each time.
>You start to feel like you're at your limit.
 
"Master!  I- I'm..."
>He speeds up.
>And your world is filled with little sparkles.
>As you cum.  Hard.
 
>Your insides are clenching down on him.
>He hasn't stopped.
>He hasn't even slowed down.
>He's nibbling on your wing.
>And you cum again.
>You start to lose track of time.
>You're so sensitive.
>And it's so hard.
>You can feel it poking against your insides.
>The thump thump thump as your bed hits the wall.
>And you cum again.
>It's going so deep.
>He's running his hoofspider through your mane.
>As the other one rubs the extra-sensitive fur between your wings.
>And you cum.  
>Again.
>Your inner muscles are starting to get tired.
>You didn't know that could happen.
>You never want it to stop, but you don't think you can keep going.
>And he's going even faster.
>And then he starts growling.
>Like an animal.
>He holds you tight.
>His hoofspiders scratching you like claws.
>And he bites your neck.
>It's too much.
>Your back arches and your wings flap spastically.
>You cum harder than you ever have.
>It's so intense, it's almost painful.
>You lock down on him like a vice.
>Your vision is covered in sparks, like a million lightning strikes.
>At this point you know you're a twitching mess.
>And you can barely think.
>You start to lose focus, the edges of your vision turning black.
>All you can do is hold on to master as tight as you can, as he finishes inside you.
"I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love yooooouuuuuu-"
>...
>It's so warm...
>...
>He kisses you.
>A long, deep, lover's kiss.
>"I love you too, Clear."
 
>It takes you a few seconds to realize you said that out loud.
>...
>That's okay.
>You're going to be saying it a lot more from now on.
 
 
 
 
==============================
=====Mid-Summer=====
 
 
>You are Clear Skies
>You are currently bored.
>And lonely.
>Master left early this morning.  He had to drive into the city.
>It's been a while since you've been alone.
>...
>Since the two of you met, you've never been apart this long.
>When he goes to get groceries he's gone for maybe an hour.
>That's how it's been for...  seven months?  Maybe eight?
>...
 
>When you came to humanland you were afraid of them.
>They were big and scary and Equestria's whole army couldn't stop them.
>All of your masters have been nice to you.
>Well, nicer than other masters you've heard about.
>But still, they were humans.  Meat-eating predators who captured and enslaved your entire species in under a month.
>Monsters.  Smart monsters, which made it even worse.
>You never thought you could warm up to them.
>You never thought that you would miss a human.
>You never thought you'd be comfortable around them.
>Never thought that you'd miss their touch.  Their scent.  The sound of their heartbeat.
>The hoofspider running through your mane.  The feeling of bare flesh on your cheek.
>The gentle stroking along your wings.  The little kisses, just because you were close to each other.
>If someone told you that in four years you'd have a human coltfriend, you would have laughed at them.
>But here you are.
>On the couch.
>Waiting for a human to come home because you can't stand being away from him.
>You've never been this close to anypony before.
>You barely even dated in Equestria.
>You're not exactly the most charming of ponies.
>...
 
>It's been a whole month since you and master..
>[got intimate.]
>Since then, every night has been like that.
>And some of the days, too.
>Even after estrus ended.
>It's pretty exhausting.
>But you wouldn't have it any other way.
>And not just because of...  that.
>You've gotten closer since then, too.
>You had spent more and more time together since that night.
>Before, you already spent most of the day sitting on his lap.
>And you had shared his bed since you met.
>But after that night, things were different.  You're barely apart now.
>He's always been affectionate.  He loved to sit with you, and to cuddle on the couch.
>Petting you, or brushing your mane, or scratching your ears.
>Playing with your hoovsies.
>And you still do all that.
>But it's different now.  Now that you're special someponies, it's not enough.
>Now he carries you around the house with him, and you perch on his shoulder when he's doing chores.
>You take showers together now.
>You taught him [how to preen your wings.][  Hoofspiders are amazing.]
>Sometimes, you spend the entire day pressed against his chest, with your muzzle buried in his neck.
>Just to get as much skin contact as you can.
>You never though bare flesh would feel this nice.
>Maybe it's just because it's Master.
 
>Cuddling the pony-  person you love is...  different.
>And it's not just the kissing.
>[There is a lot of kissing.]
>Just being able to touch him makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside.
>And without it, you just feel... empty.
>You know it sounds stupid, but you need to be near him.
>It's more than just being lonely.
>It feels like you're missing a part of yourself right now.
>You...  need to be with him.
>You don't know when it started, but you know when you first realized.
>You love him.
>You just wish you had met him sooner.
 
>...!
>You hear keys!
>You jump off the couch and awkwardly stumble to the door.
>"Master!"
>The door opens and...
>oh.
>It's not Master.
>Master's friend is visiting again.
>Ms. Femanon is nice, but she's not Master.
>"Hi Clear.  I come bearing gifts!  Triple cheese veggie pizza for you, and a bottle of rum for me.  Anon's going to be back late so we're having a girl's night."
>Oh...
>"Hey, cheer up.  I'm not that bad."
>Huh?
>"I know that look.  He misses you too.  He'll be back as soon as he can, but that might be a while.  Something went wrong with their servers or something.  All I heard was swearing and a fire extinguisher.  Either way, he's not going to be back before bedtime."
>...
>Going to sleep without Master next to you?
>You don't know if you can.
>You've gone to bed with him every night since you met.
>"Ugh, I'm terrible at this.  Come on, let's have dinner and start up a movie before I end up making you cry."
"I'm sorry Ms. Femanon.  I'm not going to cry.  I just miss him..."
>"Good, because I can't deal with crying ponies.  That's what the rum is for."
 
-----
To be continued, I guess.  When I have more time.
 
 
 
 
==============================
More time has arrived.  Here's part 2.
 
 
>You are Clear Skies
>And you are miserable.
>It’s 3 AM and Master isn’t back yet.
>Ms. Femanon is passed out on the couch.
>Well, her legs are.  Her top half is on the floor.
>You’re not strong enough to lift her up, but that’s fine.
>This is how she usually ends up whenever she visits.
 
>It was an okay night, you guess.  Ms. Femanon is nice.
>She brought your favorite pizza.
>The two of you talked, and watched movies, and had a relaxing evening.
>And then she told you that you have a nice butt and fell asleep.
>Pretty tame for going through a whole bottle of rum.  You still don’t know how she drinks it.
>You tried it once, but it tasted like burning.  Human alcohol is a lot stronger than the pony kind.
 
>After she was asleep you cleaned up the mess, got her a blanket, and went to bed.
>That was five hours ago.
>You still can’t sleep.
>...
>Of course you can’t sleep.
>Master isn’t here.
>It feels like you have a hole in your chest.
>He’s been gone so long...
 
>Around midnight you started digging through the clothes hamper.
>You built a little nest out of his dirty laundry.
>It’s not enough.
>But it helps a little.  Being surrounded by master’s scent makes it hurt less.
>You don’t want to cry.
>You know he’s working hard, and that if he had the choice he would be here with you.
>But you were never a tough mare.
 
>You just have to deal with it for-
>...
>The shower is on.
>Ms. Femanon must have woken up.
>You should probably help her.  Whenever she wakes up at night she makes a big mess.
>You’ve helped master enough to know what to do.
>...
>You let out a little sigh.
>It’s not like you were sleeping, anyway.
>Just a few more seconds and you’ll get up.
>You shove your snout into one of master’s shirts and lie there a little longer.
>Breathing in his scent.
>...
>You really love his scent.
 
>...
>Okay, that’s long enough.
>You’re not some delicate little colt.  Get out there and help Ms. Femanon.
>You hop off the side of the bed and try to ignore the urge to jump right back onto it.
>Your nest will still be there when you get back, right now Ms. Fema-
>You smell smoke.
>YOU SMELL SMOKE.
>Oh, that bucking drunkard is picking tonight to be an idiot.
>You gallop into living room, looking for smoke.  Not here, and you can see it’s not the kitchen either.
>You run to get the-
>...
>Clothes on the ground?  And they’re definitely where the smell is coming from.
>That doesn’t...
>...
>They’re master’s clothes!  And they weren’t here when you went to bed!
>Master’s back!
>You shove open the bathroom door and-
“Master!”
>He’s in the shower, leaning against the wall.
 
>”Hello Clear” he groans.
>He sounds more tired than you’ve ever heard.
>The smell of smoke is overpowering.  All the water is making it worse.
>You don’t care, though.  Your master is back.
>He’s back, and tired, and dirty, and he needs you.
>You scramble over to him and climb into the shower.
>”How was your night?  Fem didn’t get too drunk, did she?”
“No master, she only had one bottle with her.”
>You can’t wait anymore.  You stretch your wings a little and flap up to his height.
>Your forelegs go around his shoulders, and you pull yourself as tight as you can.  You nuzzle his neck, and just like that it feels like today never happened.
>Even with all the smoke, his scent is still there.
 
>He wraps his arms around you, holding you up.
>“I missed you too, Clear.  Sorry I was gone for so long.”
>You’re fighting tears.
>You know you’re being silly.  He wasn’t even gone for a whole day.
>You squeeze a little tighter.  You’re just happy to be with him again.
 
>...
 
>You don’t know how long you were hanging on to him.
>Long enough to calm down, at least.
>And you never want to let go, but...
>The smokey smell is starting to bother you.
>It’s all over him.
>It’s on you, too.  But only a little bit.  It’ll rinse off really easily.
>But since Master’s so tired, he can’t clean himself.
>Maybe...
“Master?  Can I...  um...  wash you?”
>Your snootle is still on his neck, but you can feel him smile.
>He gives you a kiss on the cheek and a little squeeze.
>”If you want to.  It might be tough to get the smoke off, though.”
>Yes!
>You’ve never gotten to do this before.
>He’s too big and it’s hard to fly with wet wings.
>Water ends up going everywhere.
 
>Master slowly lowers himself to the floor, sitting with his legs stretched in front of him.
>His knees pop on the way down.
>You wince.  You know it sounds painful, but Master says it isn’t.
>”Alright Clear, you’re in charge of getting me clean.”
>You pull away from him and nod.
>You know you asked to do this, but you’re taking it seriously.
>Master needs your help, and you’re going to do the best you can.
 
>You grab the scrubby loofah thing and the bottle of Master's body soap.
>He's so dirty you're going to have to use a lot of it tonight.
>You squirt a little onto the scrubber and set the bottle off to the side.
>You squish the soap into the loofah until it's all bubbly.
>It's making your hooves feel cool and tingly.
>Master says that’s because of the menthol.
>You don’t know what that is, but it feels like how mint tastes.
 
>You’re not really sure where would be best to start, so you pick his arm.
>The foamy bubbles turn gray as you scrub him.
>Even the parts under his clothes are covered in it.
>You have to get a little rougher halfway down, trying to get rid of the grayish dust.
>You’re still trying to be gentle.  Especially with his hoofspider.  But that smell needs to come off him.
>It takes a little while, but you finally get his skin back to the color it’s supposed to be.
>You rinse-out the loofah and put more soap on it.
“How did you get this smokey?  It smells like a campfire.”
>He lets out a relaxed sigh as you start on his back.  It’s not as dirty as his arm, but the smoke smell is still there.
>”One of the servers caught fire.  They’re big computers that do stuff for lots of other computers.”
>That’s what Ms. Femanon said.  Sometimes you can’t tell when she’s joking.  
>”Not my fault though.  Don from Accounting said he was looking for somewhere to store his mixtape.”
>That doesn’t make much sense.
>Maybe.
>You don’t really know much about how computers work.  Master made one for you, but you only use it to watch videos and stuff.
>”Anyway, that’s why I was there for so long; I was on my way out when it happened.  The boss called in everyone she could and we had to scramble to get everything back online.”
>You circle around to his left arm.
>It’s covered in smoke dust, same has the other one.
 
>Little by little you make progress.
>You scrub, and rinse, and scrub again until the suds stay white.
>Then you move to the next spot.
>It’s slow, but very calming.
>You can tell it’s making master relaxed, and that makes you happy.
>You don’t get to do nice things for him very often.
>Usually it’s him doing nice things for you.
>You rinse out the loofah and use more soap.
>You bring the scrubber to his neck, going a little slower now.
>You don’t think you’re strong enough to hurt Master, but you don’t want to find out.
”Close your eyes, Master.”
>He does, and you start to clean his face.
>Slowly, and as gently as you can.
>It’s just as dirty as his arms were.
 
>You pull him forward a little, so the shower can rinse the gray foam off his face.
>You go back to his neck and repeat the motions.
>Rinse.
>And again.
>On the fourth pass, the suds are clean.
>You push his face out of the water, and give him a little peck on the lips.
>This is really starting to turn you on.
>Washing somepony is a lot more intimate than you thought it would be.
>You never really had a relationship where you could be this affectionate.
>Your other coltfriends were just kind of... there.  You know:  be with them for a couple hours a day, take them on a date, smalltalk about the few interests you shared, whatever.
>Normal relationship stuff.
>But with Master, it’s different.  You like it much better this way.
 
>He still looks really tired, but he’s much happier now.
>And it makes you happy that you can help him.
>You move to his chest, next.
>Back to being a little rough.
>It isn’t covered in smoke dust like his arms were, but you spend a lot of time lying on his chest.
>That campfire smell has to go.
>As you get lower and lower, you start to get distracted.
>Master’s...
>Um.
>Yeah.
>So, he’s liking this as much as you are.
>You haven’t even touched him yet and he’s almost at his full size.
>[You want it.]
>You get gentle again as you get close.
>...
>Actually...
>You sit down between his legs.
>You put the loofah down and grab the bottle of soap.
>It’s definitely too sensitive for a rough scrubby thing.
>Definitely.
>Absolutely.
>What kind of pony would you be if you put him through that?
>So the smart thing to do would be using your hoovsies.
>Yep.
>Totally professional.
>You put a little of his soap on your hooves and work it into a foam.
>Slowly and carefully, you start to rub him.
>Trying to use your frogs as much as you can.
>They’re soft and squishy, and Master likes to play with them.
>With his hoofspiders, you mean.
>This is new.
>Actually, this is very new.  You haven’t had the opportunity to play with his [penis] yet.
 
>It’s harder than a stallion’s.
>You like it that way.  A bit more force when it pokes into you.
>But a squishy tip so it doesn’t hurt.
>You’re gentle, but you need to be thorough.  You run your hooves down to the base, twisting back and forth.
>Then back up to the tip.
>You hold his shaft in place with one hoof, and rub the tip against the other’s frog.
>Rubbing in little circles, tracing the edge of his soft tip.
>...
>You’re not even pretending to wash him anymore.
>You’re just having fun.
>Master’s starting to squirm a little.  This part must be pretty sensitive.
>You look up at him.  You can clearly see the desire in his eyes.  You know how much he wants to be with you.
>You want it too.
>Not yet though.  You’re not done washing him.
>He gave you a job, and you’re going to do it perfectly.
>You scoot forward a little and rest your chin on his stomach.
>You rub your hooves along the shaft again, down to the base.
>But this time, you move them down further.
>You rub and stroke his balls-
>You don’t know what humans call them, but that word works fine-
>And smile up at him.
>He’s straining to control himself.
>Must be really sensitive here, too.
>...
>Well, that’s enough teasing for now.
>If you don’t stop you’re just going to jump on him and rut him into the ground.
>Or he’s going to do it to you.
>You move to the side so the shower can rinse the soapy suds off.
>You give the tip a kiss and a quick lick, and Master gasps.
 
>Time to get clean his legs.
>You pick up the loofah and apply more soap.
>You’ve gone through most of the bottle by this point.
>His clothes stopped the dust here, too.
>So you just have to get the smell off.
>You try to take his seriously, but you’re a little distracted.
>You still do your best, but you keep sneaking glances over your shoulder.
>That warm tingle is getting unbearable.
>You’re being a little rougher than before, but you’re approaching the limits of your self control.
>You’re doing both legs at the same time, swapping back and forth as you go down.  The water washing the bubbles away as you scrub.
>Master shifts his sitting position so you can get the underside of his legs too.
>And last, you get his...  uh...
>Paws?
>...
>You don’t know what humans call their rear hooves.
>Actually, you don’t know a lot about humans.
>You’ve been in humanland for almost four years, your coltfriend is a human, and you barely know anything about them...
>You don’t even know what they call their world, so you’ve just been calling it humanland.
>Maybe you can ask master to teach you.
>It’s not like you can go back to Equestria.
>And even if you could, you wouldn’t.
>Master is here, and you belong with master.
 
>You rinse out the scrubber one more time and put it back on the shelf.
>There, all clean.  You just have to wash his mane.
>But...
>You can have a little fun first, right?
 
>You lie down between master’s legs, with your face to his crotch.
>You’re pretty excited.
>You haven’t had the chance to do this yet.
>He’s still hard from your teasing.
>You lean down and put a slow, soft kiss at the base of his shaft.
>He breathes in a little shorter than usual.
>Master isn’t very vocal, but you can tell how he feels from the small things.
>You try a little lower, with another kiss.
>A sharp inhale.  Not quite a gasp, but you’re getting closer.
>How about...
>You put a kiss on the underside, where the shaft meets his body.
>His leg jerked, and lets out a low groan.
>Found it.
>You suckle on that spot, rubbing your tongue back and forth.
>Slowly, very very slowly, you start to move up his length.
>This is a lot easier to do without a sheath or medial ring.
>You glance up a Master’s face.
>He’s all scrunched.
>You can’t tell if you’re overdoing it and it’s too intense for him, or he’s trying to keep from cumming too quickly.
>As you get to the tip, you stick your tongue out to guide it into your mouth.
>He gasps as you start sucking on it.
>And moving your tongue around in circles.
>He’s leaking, a little bit.
>[Tastes good.]
>But you knew it would.  He’s your Master.  Everything about him is perfect.
>You push your head down a little, filling more of your mouth.
>Your tongue can’t move around it anymore, so you start moving it forwards and back along the underside of his shaft.
>You pull back slowly, separating with a soft pop.
>Master inhales, hard.  Must’ve been holding his breath.
>You give the tip a slow, sensual kiss.
>It’s nice, knowing you can get this kind of reaction from him.
>Whenever you two start to get intimate, he takes the lead and quickly turns you into a pony-shaped puddle.
>Now you get to do the same to him.
>And you’re going to enjoy it.
 
>You give his full length a few slow licks, then take it in your mouth again.
>You get about halfway down before the tip bumps into the back of your mouth.
>And slowly pull back out.
>You get into a steady rhythm.
>Down, with a little twist of your neck.
>Then back up, sucking as you go.
>Moving your tongue back and forth the whole time.
>Master’s hoofspider comes up and strokes your mane.
 
>You start to bob your head faster.
>You bring your hooves up to help.
>You press your left hoof at the base.  Just to have something soft give a little pressure.
>With your right, you start to rub his balls.
>He reacts as well as you were hoping.
>His breathing is getting quicker, and he’s starting to twitch in your mouth.
>He’s getting close.
>You suck a little harder, and speed up your movements.
>You want it.
 
>You pull back so only the tip is in your mouth.
>You suck on it and stroke it with your tongue, as you rub your hooves along his shaft.
>His hoofspider grabs tight onto your mane, and you get ready.
>You don’t know what human seed tastes like, but you’re about to find out.
>You can feel him clench, and he bucks his hips a little.
>He releases all his built-up frustration in your mouth as you keep pumping his shaft.
>Rope after rope shoots into your mouth.
>It’s warm, gooey, and has a strong taste.
>There’s less of it than with a stallion, but it’s a lot thicker.
>The taste is different too.
>It’s bitter, and a little salty.
>You like it.  A bit too oily, but you could get used to that.
 
>You swallow it, of course.  A proper mare doesn’t spit.
>And just for the fun of it, you relax your throat and push yourself down as far as you can.
>Your nose boops against his body, and you start swallowing over and over again.
>Master makes a wierd sound.  Panic and surprise.
>He grabs your head with both hoofspiders and tries to push you off.
>You hook your forelegs under his legs and squeeze tight, so he can’t move you.
>Not until you’re ready to move.
>You stick your tongue out and twist your head side to side.
>Master isn’t pushing anymore.  He’s just holding on.  His hoofspiders are clawing into your fur.
>That weird noise has turned into a groan mixed with a growl.
>You’re starting to get a little light-headed.
>You let go of his legs and pull back.  As fun as that was, breathing is important.
>As you go, you trail your tongue along the underside and suck as hard as you can.
 
>It takes you a minute to catch your breath.
>You look up to see Master resting against the wall, panting, with a dreamy look on his face.
>His arms and legs have gone limp, but not his penis.
>...
>Maybe you went a little overboard.
>But he’s so cute like that.
>It’s pretty fun being in control.
>You can see why master likes it.
 
>You get up and grab his shampoo bottle.
>You’re almost done washing him.
>And then you can both go to bed.
>Master must be really tired after today, and you’re just making it worse.
>Not that that’s going to stop you.
 
>You have to stand over him to reach comfortably, your hooves on either side of his hips.
>You press yourself against his chest as you start working the shampoo into his mane.
>Master’s wraps his arms around you, just above your rump.
>He rests his face in your tuft, and he sighs.
>You missed this.
>Being close to Master.
>You don’t think you can be away from him this long again.
>Also, that warm tingling in your marebits is getting distracting.
>You flick your tail back and forth, so it runs along his crotch.
>Master squeezes you a little tighter.
>You want to skip this and rut him, but then you’d be doing a bad job.
>And master is counting on you to get him clean.
>...
>Master has a really nice mane.  It’s longer than yours, but shorter than most ponies.
>You thought about growing yours out, but it’s too much effort to deal with that.
>So you just keep rubbing your hooves along his scalp.
>You’re not even really focused on cleaning him.
>This is more of a massage.
>Having him pressed against you like this, face in your tuft, while you play with his mane...
>It’s so rare that he acts like a stallion.
>You want to pamper him.
>You’re taking your time, moving your hooves slowly through his mane.
>Sometimes in little circles, sometimes in a long caress.
>At some point you just started stroking his mane.
 
>You’re reaching your limit, though.
>You’re dripping on him, and not all of it is water.
>You run your tail across his crotch again.
 
>Reluctantly, you pull away.
>Master holds on as long as he can, but finally lets you go.
>You put a hoof on his back and guide him under the shower.
>You run your hooves through his mane some more, making sure all the shampoo is rinsed out and getting rid of tangles.
>You pull him out of the water and give him a kiss on the cheek.
>Master sighs and leans back against the wall.
>Closing his eyes and relaxing.
>His mane is clean, and your job is done.
 
>And since he’s still sitting down...
>Hmm...
>Should you?
>It’s pretty late...
>Actually, it’s probably nearing sunrise.
>...
>But...
>Master had a really hard day, and he needs to relax.  And you want to help him.
>Master always spoils you in bed.
>You want to do something nice for him, too.
>But every time you start to [get lovey], he takes control.
>And, well, you’re in no condition to do anything after that...
 
>If he’s letting you lead tonight, then you shouldn’t let this opportunity pass by.
>And...
>You know what to do next.
>You’ve never actually done this before, but your friends used to brag about it
>[They were full of horseapples, though.]
>...
>He’s still hard.
>And he’s still all slippery from before, so it should be fine.
>Probably.
>And master is still distracted with his afterglow, so it’ll be a surprise.
>You quietly turn around and inch your rump towards him.
>You stand on your rear legs and crouch down.
>You hold your tail off to the side,
>Press your ponut against the tip, and immediately start to lean onto it.
>Master gasps.
>And that’s when your hooves slip on the wet tile
>AH!
>...
>Oooooooooh...
>That’sssss real nice...
>It’s pushing on all the same spots, but from a different angle.
 
>Master managed to stop your fall.  He’s grabbing you around your middle to keep you from moving.
>You get your hooves under you again, and lean on his leg for support.
>You reach down to hold his shaft steady-
>Almost got halfway down.
>Huh.
>That was much easier than your first few nights getting intimate with master.
>Back then master had to go really slow, and stop a few times just so he didn’t break you.
>U-unf.
>The memory makes your wings twitch.
>And it’s master’s turn this time.
>You stroke up and down a few times with your hoof, then start to lower yourself again.
>A little more steady this time, and a lot slower.
>Master’s grip keeps tightening, and his breathing is getting quick.
>He’s still really sensitive from before.
 
>You don’t know how much you can take, so you go slow.
>Achingly slow.
>You try to keep yourself from panting
>You didn’t really know what to expect, but this is way better than you imagined.
>Down.
>A little further.
>Almost there.  You move your hoof so you can get the last bit.
>All the way to the base, your rump pressed firmly into his lap.
 
>Master lets out a low groan as you bottom out.
>You lean back, pressing up against master as much as you can.
>You sit there for a minute, just enjoying the feeling.
>You are definitely going to do this again.
>Master is always very...  intense.
>And by that, you mean he makes your mind go blank and leaves you twitching and exhausted from cumming too much.
>And as much as you like it [(and you really, really like it)], going slow is nice too.
>You can savor the sensation of fullness.
>Feel him twitching inside you.
>That firm pressure where the tip is pushing against you.
>The tightness causing even the smallest motions to grind against your insides.
>Even more than when you’re getting intimate in bed.
>[You might actually like this hole more.]
 
>You lift yourself up, just a little.  Not enough to get out of his lap, but the movement makes him gasp.
>And lower yourself back down.
>You repeat it, starting a slow rhythm.
>He’s breathing through clenched teeth.
>Well, that means it’s probably okay to go faster.
>You stretch out your wings and flap.
>It lifts you up, and then you let gravity bring you back down.
>You meet his hips again with a loud slap.
>Master moans, long and low.
>You know exactly how he feels.  That nearly made you lose it.
>You flap your wings again, and slam back into his hips.
>And again.
>And a little harder, so you come halfway off of him.
>The slapping sound of your flanks meeting him echos off the shower’s walls.
>Master’s breathing is quick and uneven.  He’s starting to get close.
>You wiggle forward and back in his lap, and his gentle grip on your belly turns into a sharp clawing.
>Ohhh that’s perfect.  The small movements are making it shift around.  Every part of it is rubbing against your insides.
>And that clawing at your soft underbelly...
>[UNF]
>Every other day he’s an apex predator.  But this time, you’re in control.
>You wrap your tail around his waist and slow down a little, just to tease him.  Can’t have this end so soon.
 
>Actually, it’s only been a couple minutes since you tasted him.
>You’re kind of worried that you’re overdoing it.
>You lean all the way back, resting your head on his chest, and look up at your master.
>You’re still rocking your hips back and forth.
>He’s on the edge.  And more than anything else, you want to push him over it.
>You reach up with both hooves, grab the sides of his head, and gently pull him down to meet you in a kiss.
>That does it.
>He hugs you tight as he climaxes.
>Your insides are flooded with warm goo as he twitches and shakes.
>That makes you hit your peak too, and master moans into your mouth as you rapidly clench over and over...
 
>...
 
>You curl up against master’s chest.
>Wings lazily opened, letting the warm water run through your feathers.
>Master’s arms are still wrapped around your middle.
>He’s leaning back against the wall.  Smiling, but clearly exhausted.
>It makes you happy knowing you helped him feel better.
>He had a very long and stressful day, and you did everything you can to help him relax.
>And, it was nice to take charge.  
>After all the time he spends [snuggling] you, you want to do the same for him.
>You rub your snootle against his chest.
“I love you, Master.”
>He squeezes you a little tighter.
>”I love you too, Clear.”
>...
>Though, what makes you happiest is this.
>It doesn’t really matter what you’re doing.
>You just want to be with him.
>Cuddling against him.
>Your head on his chest.
>Listening to the steady thump-thump of his heart.
>His arms wrapped around you.
>You take a deep sniff, enjoying that scent you love so much.
>You feel so safe like this.
>With your master.
>Your precious master.
>...
>You could sit here forever...
 
>A bright flash makes both of you jump.
>You look to the door-
>It’s Ms. Femanon...
>Peeking around the corner,
>Blushing bright red, with her hair all messy,
>And her phone pointed at you...
>”Oh.  Uh...  Forgot I had the flash on...”
>...
 
>You forgot to close the door.
 
 
 
 
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