"...Jargon, that's a cowbell." said Dome, looking at the 'toy' her lover had sheepishly presented to her.
>"I, well, uh...I know it is, Dome."
>She looked critically at him.
"You want me to roleplay as a cow?"
>The pony hid his gaze from everything but the floorboards.
>"I...I...I-I-I..."
>The griffoness sighed and took a seat in their little love nest of a bed.
>There was no helping it when Jargon got like this.
>"I-I...I...Iiii..."
>Snowdome pulled out a dimestore thriller she had stashed away on the headboard for exactly this situation.
>Having back-up plans for when sex failed to happen quick enough was something new to her.
>But then, so was her coltfriend actually being ready for sex at all.
>She turned a page. Two.
>A new chapter.
>"I...I...I mean..."
>A new word? She glanced up.
>"I mean...I mean..."
>And down.
>By the time she reached a good stopping point, he was all the way up to, "I mean if you".
>With an impatient exhale, she set the cheap detective novel down.
"For Solaris' sake, dude."
>Jargon's eyes widened, anticipating a stern talking to.
>His henfriend just shook her head, dismissing the very notion, and put the bell around her neck.
>He couldn't believe his luck.
"We can do this crap if you wanna, dude. It's fine."
>The stallion practically bounced in place, growing harder in anticipation.
>And that's precisely what she wanted to see.
>...Even if this whole thing was kind of lame.
>Looking of in another direction, suppressing a blush, Snowdome quietly went
"Moo."
>Jargon's eyes widened, and his mouth hung open.
>"A-a-a-a-a-a do more!"
>Dome scrunched up, not wanting to admit that this was worth seeing him so happy.
>She put one hand behind each ear, extending a talon on each.
"fuckin' MOOOOO."
>And seeing him climb up onto the bed to join her, she leaned back, and spread.
>She knew she'd be mooing a lot that night.