Beaches of Miami
The RunnySwirl ERP
Edited by Peppermint Crunch
(With special thanks to Lemon Drop)
 
Cinnamon Swirl lies on her side, catching her breath for a few minutes before grabbing the baton in her mouth and struggling to get up she says "Ahm finme" her forelegs considered to obey, her flank poking upwards towards the ceiling.
 
Miami reaches around, under her, grabbing just under the forelegs and stands there for a while, pressed tight up against her with the intent to help her, lift her up... or there's something more?
 
Cinnamon Swirl yelps in surprise as she's lifted suddenly, after a while she starts getting a little bit uncomfortable and cranes her neck up to him
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Can we...get inside? We need to...talk
 
Miami lets a warm, really warm breath escape her mouth right onto
 
Cinn's neck as she's holding her, then puts her down slowly
 
Miami: Of course...
 
Cinnamon Swirl looks up at him, a little bit surprised at his behavior, she thought it was all some lighthearted humor between...friends? She slowly hobbles her way into the room and drops the baton back into her saddlebags
 
Miami does follow up, brushing her large self up against the tight walls and stops before going into the room further, just standing there in the doorway, watching Cinn's every little movement
 
Cinnamon Swirl is rummaging through her saddlebags, looking for her little book she wrote her plan into; deeper and deeper she buries her muzzle into it, her stance still unsteady and needing to get adjusted every now and then
 
Miami chuckles softly, still standing, leaning in the doorway, nothing else could grab her attention right now in the world, even if it rained hellfire and the earth would split to its core
 
Cinnamon Swirl is still rummaging through her backs, getting really impatient and getting more rash in her movement she calls out as loud as she can
 
Cinnamon Swirl: We need to get Pan and South here
 
Miami: Uhm...
 
Miami: Aaalright...
 
Cinnamon Swirl: We need to...talk about tomorrow...
 
Miami: Very well, oh god damn this is going to be fuckin' weird...
 
Cinnamon Swirl pulls her head out of the saddlebags and cranes her neck to look over the looming stallion (?)
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Why?
 
Miami: Look at me.
 
Cinnamon Swirl: You look...silly, yes.
 
Cinnamon Swirl: But at least you're not smelling like nigger poo poo
 
Miami: Very, really fuckin' silly.
 
Miami: And I think that matters more.
 
Miami: We better just... go then.
 
Cinnamon Swirl gives up her search and just plomps down on the floor, resting her back against the bed she starts fumbling with the buttons of the pajama shirt, trying t unbutton it
 
Cinnamon Swirl: What did you do?
 
Miami keeps a watchful eye still, leaning more against the doorframe, would surely fall over by now at this angle if there wasn't a stop, then shakes her head, getting out of being enchanted, and stands up again proper
 
Miami: What do you mean?
 
Cinnamon Swirl managed to unbutton the shirt and pulls the lower part over her head, trying to squeeze it through the opening, her voice a bit muffled she asks "Why do you look like this?  
 
Miami: Just... don't ask... don't try to understand me.
 
Miami: I'm fucked in the head, that's it, that's the reason.
 
Cinnamon Swirl stops with her shuffling, her back exposed as she pokes her head out of the shirt, looking up at him, her flank poking into the air
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Don't say that...
 
Miami: But that's the truth, and you agree, you know you do, just won't admit it.
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Runny...
 
Miami: Yes?
 
Cinnamon Swirl tries to walk towards him, but her hooves thought it a great idea to get tangled up in the shirt, making her fall over, again
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Sonofa-oof
 
Miami: I'm starting to doubt I’m the clumsy one, mwah...
 
Cinnamon Swirl lies on her side, half-undressed and looks up at him, as seriously as she can (which isn't much)
 
Cinnamon Swirl: I don't think you're crazy
 
Miami stops leaning against the room's entrance and finally steps in, comes forward, in and right up to Cinn with some concerned look on her face
 
Miami: I think I am, I know I am.
 
Cinnamon Swirl grabs the shirt in her teeth and starts pulling, just wanting to get it off, without much success
 
Miami rolls her eyes and groans really deep and upset, grabbing into the shirt and kind of just... tears it apart and off
 
Cinnamon Swirl rests her back against the bed again, now topless, she breathes in and out a few times before replying wandered Equestria to stave off his emotions.
 
Cinnamon Swirl: You're not...crazy.
 
Cinnamon Swirl: I know you're not
 
Miami tilts her head and just stares again, right into Cinn's eyes, somehow with this new look, the usual death stare just doesn’t show
 
Miami: Look at me now, look back at all the things I’ve done.
 
Cinnamon Swirl smiles up at him, happy to see something other than his usual crazed expression
 
Cinnamon Swirl: I did...and I found you giving me mercy when you didn't have to...when you were asked by an old friend not to....
 
Miami: Because I’ve a soft spot in my heart for broken things, and if you think hard enough... you can figure it out why.
 
Cinnamon Swirl shakes her head, looking down on the ground
 
Miami: You don't know why?
 
Cinnamon Swirl: I can't...I really can't, Runny. I don't understand it
 
Miami: Because of sympathy, because I’m a broken thing...
 
Miami gives some weak, fake smile, and only even half of that
 
Miami: just like you.
 
Cinnamon Swirl looks back up at him looking him directly in the eyes, just trying to figure him out
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Runny...I don't think I ever thanked you
 
Miami stops looking at her, and just stares down at the floor instead, starts nodding to some rhythm that just can't be heard anywhere but inside her fucked up head
 
Miami: I seen you rise, but... it always falls, I see you come, I see you go.
 
Miami: I've seen it all before, I’ve been there; I’ve seen my hopes and dreams a-lying on the ground.
 
Cinnamon Swirl tilts her head a little to the side, her face looking like a question mark
 
Miami looks back up and notices her confusion, then just smiles weak again
 
Miami: Agh, nothing, nothing, don't try to understand me... I’m just a very silly stallion.
 
Cinnamon Swirl smiles up at him, even letting out a small chuckle
 
Cinnamon Swirl: You are
 
Miami: Yes, very...
 
Cinnamon Swirl groans as she forces her body to stand upright
 
Cinnamon Swirl: I need to get ready...for tomorrow
 
Miami: Of course, we must, but I don't think you can.
 
Miami: None of us will be able to, we're not ready for that day, and never will be.
 
Miami: But still, WE MARCH
 
Cinnamon Swirl pants slightly as she rests her hooves on the bed, her back facing towards him
 
Cinnamon Swirl: I cannot wait longer...I was a coward
 
Cinnamon Swirl: I even...I even just wanted to flee, again...but you stopped me
 
Miami steps a few steps forward, and just sits down behind her, planting his large self down and presses the back of his hoof against her back gently
 
Miami: You're right, no... no more running, no more fleeing, you're not going anywhere anymore.
 
Cinnamon Swirl doesn't tense up at his touch, to her own surprise; something about it seemed genuine enough so she won't have to worry
 
Cinnamon Swirl: That day I...just packed up everything, I went to the Library and you...you catched me
 
Cinnamon Swirl: I would've gone away, as Zimt...a new identity, again.
 
Miami: I had no heart to do it; it's not worth it, not for me.
 
Cinnamon Swirl: I still see you in my dreams...
 
Miami: Do you?
 
Cinnamon Swirl rests her head on the bed
 
Miami: Tell me about them, I am very... curious.
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Standing above me, with those gigantic sword points at me, ready to tear me apart
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Sometimes...sometimes you did
 
Miami: I understand, it has been a near death thing... I only wish I didn't hurt you like that.
 
Miami traces his hoof a little lover on her back, right to the spine and drags it down along it, gentle and slow
 
Cinnamon Swirl gasps ever so slightly at the impromptu massage she's receiving
 
Cinnamon Swirl: It's...not your fault
 
Miami: I am the cause of it, the one who did it, the one who scared you like that, burned into your head and memory, but it's not my fault?
 
Cinnamon Swirl: No...Because you didn't do it.
 
Cinnamon Swirl: This Runny right here, he's different from the other one...you changed
 
Miami stops with feeling Cinn's back up for just a little while, and just lays his hoof there, amazed how warm she is
 
Miami: It's the lipstick, isn't it?
 
Miami: Because I didn't change.
 
Cinnamon Swirl chuckles lightly
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Of course
 
Cinnamon Swirl coughs again, shaking her whole body through again
 
Miami: Maybe you should rest more...
 
Cinnamon Swirl shakes her head
 
Cinnamon Swirl: No, enough waiting
 
Miami: I'm not talking about waitin'
 
Cinnamon Swirl: South and Pan need to...come...I need to get ready
 
Miami: Well they not around, are they?
 
Miami: None of them even bothered to visit.
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Ah...I remember seeing...Pan...I think
 
Cinnamon Swirl: It's so hazy
 
Miami: I remember, you were dying, dragged me right out of jail just to help you.
 
Miami: But I wouldn't been around, if I wasn't tied down...
 
Cinnamon Swirl: ...
 
Miami: *would've been
 
Cinnamon Swirl mumbles quietly "Shower"
 
Miami: Well, do we break into the bathhouse to be fancy?
 
Miami: Or you go downstairs, there is one, you know...
 
Cinnamon Swirl: This Pajama...it...it's indescribably
 
Cinnamon Swirl: It smells like death
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Just let me take it off.
 
Miami: Sure, sure...
 
Miami gets up, and gives her a little space, more room to breathe
 
Cinnamon Swirl turns around, standing sideways in front of Runny, reaching her hooves to her hips she bends her body in a way it's not supposed to and sloooowly pulls the pants down
 
Miami tilts head and stares for more than one reason, trying to figure out how such bends are possible, and well... other, hidden reasons too
 
Cinnamon Swirl 's pants are almost completely down, but stuck at her tail, trying to get it unstuck she loses balance for the umpteenth time that day and topples over, her half dressed butt sticking out in the air
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Ooof!
 
Miami: Need help with that, maybe?
 
Cinnamon Swirl’s face is pressed hard against the floor, her forehooves all tied up in those pants she looks up at him, with an annoyed expression on her face, she is angry at herself
 
Miami: Well, do you?
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Guuuh
 
Cinnamon Swirl: ...
 
Cinnamon Swirl sighs and nods
 
Miami lets out one little short chuckle and grabs into her halfway down pants, helping to pull them off, and tries not to stare at anything uncovered.. much
 
Cinnamon Swirl: its okay, Runny...I don't mind, you probably saw everything anyway days ago
 
Miami: You're nothing without shame.
 
Cinnamon Swirl lifts her hooves out of the pants but stands still like this for a moment since she's stable like this
 
Miami: Just... do not slip in the shower, alright?
 
Miami: Watch you break something, and then you'll have to wait again...
 
Cinnamon Swirl slowly makes her way to the door, a little bit more stable than usual
 
Cinnamon Swirl: I can handle it, haha
 
Cinnamon Swirl: But...did you really look?
 
Miami: ...
 
Miami lies trough his teeth, stating a clear no
 
Cinnamon Swirl shakes her head, grinning to herself
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Now I’m being silly, where is the shower?
 
Miami: Just downstairs, there's a little hall... you'll find it, it's
the bathrooms.
 
Cinnamon Swirl makes her way towards the door, she even tries to bring a little spring into her walk as she exits the room and heads for the shower
 
Miami engages in sneaking, even if his big self just doesn’t let him, somehow manages to stay silent as he follows slowly, every step down the stairs steady, like some damn predator
 
Cinnamon Swirl opens the door to the bathroom, leaving the door wide open as she removes the bands out of her mane, she makes her way towards the bathtub that
 
Cinnamon Swirl: that's also a shower and supports herself on it, turning it to "Hot" and letting the water flow, holding her hoof under it, waiting for the right temperature
 
Miami finishes heading down the stairs, slow and silent and reaches the hall, just kind of standing there, and staring down it, noticing the door wide open, grows one little, sly smile
 
Cinnamon Swirl is satisfied with the temperature and climbs into the tub, taking the shower head in her hoof and letting the water pour down on her, soaking mane, making it straighten out and stick against her drenched fur, she sighs satisfied as
 
Cinnamon Swirl: her own filth is washed off of her
 
Miami hears the rushing water and continues his silent stroll, soon to be standing in the doorway and just staring at Cinnamon taking a bath, keeping himself completely silent
 
Cinnamon Swirl closes her eyes as the water is slowly washing away everything on her body, but not from her mind. In her mind memories of the recent past resurface, Match, lying unmoving in a bed, Runny, standing above her with a huge fuck-off sword, these memories-
 
Cinnamon Swirl: pull at her, make her weak, she needs to sit down
 
Miami steps forward, keeping an emotionless face trough this, hiding any intention, then with his step, the fucking floor creaks, and so, he freezes in place, maybe it's the dread, mission possibly failed
 
Cinnamon Swirl sits down in the bathtub, the shower continuing to rain down on her she pulls the pony equivalent of knees close to her chest and sobs silently, the happiness and playfulness from early having subsided as the weight of her situation comes crashing down
 
Cinnamon Swirl: on her
 
Cinnamon Swirl is rolled up into a little ball, still sobbing silently as the water continues to rain down on her, any noise going unnoticed
 
Miami as he already has probably been heard, gives up on trying to sneak, it's just not his thing, starts slowly undoing the bathrobes and lets them fall on the floor, then comes closer, robeless, staring at the Cinnaball, the stone expression turns sad
 
Cinnamon Swirl turns her head around, looking at the huge Stallion approaching her, she sniffs again, her eyes almost completely covering her eyes
 
Cinnamon Swirl: *her mane covering her eyes
 
Miami: What are you so sad about now?
 
Miami: Come on, tell me...
 
Miami sighs, sighs pretty deep, looking, and towering over her, lowering his head down a little, so it's closer to her level
 
Miami: Well, what's wrong? Do tell...
 
Cinnamon Swirl turns her head back around and looks at her forehooves
 
Cinnamon Swirl: I'm just *sniff* wondering...
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Wondering what would've happened if you...did it
 
Miami lays his hooves on the edge of the tub, and leans down lower, using it as support, wondering about the question for a good while
 
Miami: I... I don't think I’d be alive anymore, a headhunt for sure would've happened.
 
Miami: As for you... with family, again, and not a single worry anymore in this world, as you wouldn't be in this one anymore.
 
Cinnamon Swirl sniffs again, rubbing her eyes
 
Cinnamon Swirl: I miss them...all of them...
 
Miami: And, my dear girl, you'll have your revenge soon enough, in fire and smoke, let them burn... let them choke.
 
Miami: It's the least you can really do for them.
 
Cinnamon Swirl wraps her hooves around herself, in an effort to comfort herself
 
Cinnamon Swirl: I...I want to know why.
 
Miami: Want to know why what?
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Why did my Uncle...Why did he do it?
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Why did he kill us all?...
 
Miami notices just what's she's doing, knowing what she might need, comes that much more closer, wrapping his hooves around her head in a gentle embrace
 
Miami: I don't... think he ever told me that, you'll have to ask him.
 
Cinnamon Swirl tenses up at first, genuinely surprised at his advances but soon enough she lets her drenched mane soak his coat too
 
Cinnamon Swirl: R-Runny...
 
Cinnamon Swirl places her own hoof on his, showing that she is okay with this
 
Miami does not care for the wet, does not care for his disguise, or maybe free self starts melting off, keeps holding her head close anyways
 
Miami: Yes? What is it?
 
Cinnamon Swirl: You're....You never held me like this...
 
Cinnamon Swirl: I-I'm fine...you don't have to-
 
Miami: I've seen you broken, but not sad, and I don't want to see you like this, or like that.
 
Miami: It just tears my heart asunder.
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Can you...Can you wash my mane?
 
Miami: I don't think there's shampoo around, but...
 
Miami: Of course I can.
 
Miami actually plants a kiss on the side of her head for no real, shown, reason and lets the hold go, looking around the bathroom to check again, most of the paint and make up melted of his face long ago
 
Cinnamon Swirl goes completely silent at his kiss and shuffles to make room for him in the bathtub
 
Miami: Well, should I get in, then? You've made space...
 
Miami just shrugs and climbs over the side of the tub, sliding, sinking in slowly into the warm, welcoming water, paint already melting off from whatever the water touches
 
Cinnamon Swirl’s breathes a few time in and out, getting a little bit nervous, she's never taken a bath with a stallion before, not even with Match
 
Miami takes his glasses off, staring at them for a little while, wondering why the fuck he wore them in the first place and tosses them to the side, they break, the lenses shatter on the floor of the bathroom, then cups up some water from the tub and-
 
Miami: -splashes himself, getting most of the disguise completely off, pretty much everything
 
Cinnamon Swirl: >runny pen entered
 
Runny Pen’s usual self is revealed, reaches for Cinn's head, holding it and gives some creepy smile, or at least it comes out as creepy, he doesn’t look like a mare anymore, just a god damn monster
 
Cinnamon Swirl turns her head around, smiling softly, her eyes still a bit red
 
Runny Pen: We have to clean you up good...
 
Cinnamon Swirl: I trust you...
 
Runny Pen tilts his head, still holding hers, then looks around,
finally spotting a bottle of shampoo
 
Runny Pen: Trust me? With what?
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Not every mare lets a stallion care for her mane
 
Runny Pen: Well, I do care a lot for mine, don't I? Try to keep it pretty and fab, mwah...
 
Runny Pen gets his hooves off her head and lays a little back in the tub, makes some weird sound too, enjoying the warmth of the water
 
Runny Pen: Could you get me the bottle?
 
Cinnamon Swirl sits just a little bit further away so she won't make him uncomfortable
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Which one?
 
Cinnamon Swirl: That one up there?
 
Runny Pen: Mmmhm... that 'un
 
Cinnamon Swirl stands up in the tub, having to stretch quite a bit to reach the bottle, clearly this shower wasn't build for filly sized mares
 
Cinnamon Swirl’s drenched mane is completely straight, hanging off the side of her body, her tail too, instead of being a fluffy cotton candy thing is also straight
 
Runny Pen: I just hope I won't get it in your eyes.
 
Runny Pen: I'll be careful, I promise...
 
Cinnamon Swirl grabs the bottle and carefully sits back down, barely disrupting the water around her with her back facing Runny, she hoofs him the bottle over
 
Cinnamon Swirl makes sure there is enough distance between her butt and him to not make him uncomfortable
 
Cinnamon Swirl: You can do it
 
Runny Pen takes the bottle, opens it up, sliding just a little closer to her and pours a bit on that blonde mane, then places it down on the side of the tub, taking no time to get his hooves to work on that mane, rubbing the shampoo in
 
Runny Pen: You needed this.
 
Cinnamon Swirl lifts her head up just a little bit and sighs at the attention given to her
 
Cinnamon Swirl: I know...the smell, my own smell woke me up
 
Runny Pen slides even more closer, by now rubbing up to her with every movement he makes and continues rubbing, working the shampoo in great, creating lots and lots of white foam
 
Runny Pen: You'll look pretty again, soon enough, got your color back...
 
Cinnamon Swirl notices him scooting closer to her, but doesn't seem to mind, it's the least she can do for him, after all.
 
Cinnamon Swirl’s cheeks redden a tiny bit a Runny's comment, but she's too preoccupied enjoying the massage, so much that she subconsciously lies back, into him
 
Runny Pen with enough attention given to the oversized mane, takes his hooves off, dips them in the water to get rid of the foam and places his hooves on her hips this time, not really doing anything, just holding them
 
Runny Pen: If you'd be so kind... we need the showerhead.
 
Cinnamon Swirl’s heart rate picks up a little, feeling his hooves on her butt she doesn't react to what he asked her to do, instead she just smiles, with both sets of lips
 
Runny Pen 's request ignored, takes one hoof of her hip and reaches into the water in front of her, trying to cup a little into it, as much as a hoof is able to hold, and dumps it on her head, swiping trough her mane towards him, managing to get some foam off-
 
Runny Pen: -and not into her eyes, while with the other he reaches a little towards her stomach, holding her dear and close.
 
Cinnamon Swirl closes her eyes as water flows over her face, she still smiles, feeling safe and happy here, with him as she leans back into his chest
 
Cinnamon Swirl’s head leans against his shoulder, some of the foam dripping down on him she opens her eyes
 
Cinnamon Swirl’s back is pressed softly against his belly, maybe other parts too this should work. I hope it is believable.]
 
Runny Pen does not bother to ask again for the showerhead, but what he does is give a poke by accident, of course with Cinn pressed up so tight against him this is natural, tries to stay silent, not make any kind of noise but blows against her mane, shooting-
 
Runny Pen: -little pieces of foam forward with the gust of wind, the hoof he used to cup water with is now resting on the side of the tub, kind of just hanging down
 
Cinnamon Swirl does notice the poke, and his heavy snort. Smiling softly she cranes her neck upwards to look him in the eyes, before nuzzling the side of his face in affection while she gently begins to move her body up and down, no words needed
 
Runny Pen shivers just a little then tries to collect himself, and the moment of weakness fades away, starts grinding against her and grinning with his hell's teeth, with each bigger movement, pushing her just a little forward, a wave is created in the pool
 
Cinnamon Swirl yelps a little in surprise, not expecting to be pushed around by him, but soon enough can't help but giggle at the absurdity of it all, she swiftly turns around after being pushed a good distance, resting her hooves underwater, locking eyes with him
 
Cinnamon Swirl: -and closing the distance between them
 
Runny Pen tilts his head, still keeping the hell's teeth grin on, a grotesque display of perhaps, maybe, seductiveness if not surfaced insanity, notices her hooves dipping underwater and spits out
 
Runny Pen: What's the idea?
 
Runny Pen: *tilts
 
Cinnamon Swirl leans closer to him, not responding with words, but rather with her mouth, kissing his left cheek, slowly moving towards Runny's mouth, leaving many small kisses in the process while her forelegs trace the inside of his hind legs
 
Runny Pen takes a deep, deep breath, not being able to say much anymore and reaches behind her head, digging into the oversized wet blonde mane, the grin fades away, maybe it won't ruin the mood
 
Cinnamon Swirl notices his lack of a grin, but he putting his hooves behind her head is enough for her to press her lips against his, her foreleg still circling around, seemingly teasing him
 
Runny Pen as it connects, gives the little mare a big kiss, and digs into her mane more, then goes down to her neck, softly massaging it while the kiss lasts, then goes a little lower, and lower, dragging his hooves down, and along her back
 
Cinnamon Swirl sighs in pleasure at the massage she's given, tilting her head upwards and breathing out as her hooves slowly get closer to their goal, circling around it
 
Runny Pen lets out a hmpf, frustrated with the situation, lays his hooves on her hips and drags her closer so maybe she'll reach if not just screwing around, but can't really stay mad, and so chuckles really soft, and the grin comes back, but not as intense
 
Cinnamon Swirl lets out yet another yelp at his violence, but soon catches herself just as his grin comes back she starts trailing down his body, kissing his neck his chest all the way down to his chest, just above the water, she uses one hoof to push against his chest
 
Cinnamon Swirl: chest to make him lean back more, keeping eye contact
 
Runny Pen gives in to the push, and lays back, letting out another chuckle, just can't keep it together in this situation it seems, but his hooves do leave her hips, so she's not dragged along, and forced to slide in the bathtub
 
Cinnamon Swirl grins up at him as one of her hooves finally makes contact, she asks "Enjoying yourself?"
 
Runny Pen chuckles even louder, the sound coming out is loud enough to reflect from the small bathroom's walls, making it echo, and nods soft and slow a few times, then returns to his smiling, grinning self
 
Runny Pen: Perhaps, I am...
 
Cinnamon Swirl grins deeply at him and gives him a wink as she sucks air into her lungs and dives underwater, like a submarine she surrounds her target, marveling it's form, it's sturdiness, she pokes it with her nose and starts to move both of her forelegs around it
 
Cinnamon Swirl begins to laugh underwater, bubbles rise from underwater, carrying her laughing sounds above the surface
 
Cinnamon Swirl begins to slowly run her mouth along the lengthy shaft between his legs, taking it all into her mouth, running her hooves along the side of it rather quickly
 
Runny Pen grabs into the sides of the tub and rises a little, groaning pretty fucking loud, eyes go wide as dinner plates
 
Cinnamon Swirl takes around half of it into her mouth and suddenly has a need for air, biting down hard she moves her head upwards, pulling him with her and sucks air through her nose
 
Cinnamon Swirl bites down on the big rubber duck in her mouth, creating a loud squeaky noise
 
Cinnamon Swirl: *thweeeerp*
 
Runny Pen keeps grinning, chuckling, not being able to contain himself anymore and isn't leaning back in the tub, falls back, losing his shit completely
 
Cinnamon Swirl has a mouthful of duck and grins down at Runny, never having seen him this happy
 
Runny Pen is just there, laying back gasping for air, and coughing, but still laughing, even if it's gone silent and all it is, is a wheeze of a laugh now, it refuses to end
 
Cinnamon Swirl bites down on the duck a few more times for good measure but soon enough can't contain herself anymore either and falls on her back, kicking her hind legs out in laughter as the whole bathroom is flooded
 
Runny Pen gets into a coughing fit, but soon gains enough air back to laugh again like a fucking maniac, even louder, it echoes trough the whole of Canterlot, if not the whole world, risking brain damage from lack of air
 
Cinnamon Swirl manages to contain herself, rubbing the tears out of her eyes, still chuckling
 
Runny Pen: :gen And so, Runny's maniac laughter, cackle, chuckle is heard everywhere, louder than anything heard by ponykind, it causes avalanches, breaks windows, erupts sleeping volcanoes, and it just refuses to end, even the sky cracks, but thunder does not win
 
Cinnamon Swirl wipes the last of her tears away, lying completely splayed out on the opposite end of the now almost empty bathtub
 
Runny Pen finally quiets down, goes silent, trying to get all the spent air back, dies down completely, laying his head to the side of the bathtub
 
Runny Pen: Laughter... really is the best medicine, you... better be up and functional on the big day.
 
Cinnamon Swirl winks over at Runny
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Don't tell me you didn't enjoy bathing with a cute mare, haha
 
Runny Pen: Damn, I did.
 
Runny Pen gets +99 to morale
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Ahhh~
 
Cinnamon Swirl: I never had this much fun with Match in the bathtub
 
Cinnamon Swirl: I just sucked his dong and he fell asleep
 
Runny Pen: You can't kill me off this easy.
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Hahaha
 
Cinnamon Swirl: We'll see, Runny
 
Cinnamon Swirl relaxes in the half- empty tub, still able to float in it information to someone... Is that clear?
 
Runny Pen grunts and lifts himself up, getting out of the tub, gets a towel and starts drying himself off, then looks back at Cinn and smiles with a sly, sly grin
 
Runny Pen: Damn, you're good, you rocked my world... hope you won't mind being duckycall.
 
Cinnamon Swirl gives him a half-lidded duckroom eyed stare and winks
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Everything for you, baby, as long as the bits are right
 
Runny Pen: How far will ten thousand get me?
 
Runny Pen: How do you feel about ducks whipped, being tied up?
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Just the tip
 
Cinnamon Swirl sticks out her tongue
 
Runny Pen: Fine by me.
 
Cinnamon Swirl lies back in the bathtub, cleaning herself up
 
Cinnamon Swirl: I wouldn't mind trying it the other way around next time
 
Cinnamon Swirl: tilde
 
Runny Pen all dried up, chucks the towel on her head, completely exhausted
 
Runny Pen: You're a god damn animal; atom bombs come this small too.
 
Cinnamon Swirl oompfs as the towel adds weigh to her
 
Cinnamon Swirl: And you're not bad for a Wapanese suicide plane
 
Runny Pen: Is that all I was? I am the god damn navy.
 
Cinnamon Swirl gets up, standing on all four legs, giving him a huge shit-eating grin
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Maybe you can prove yourself next time, haha
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Make me scream for once
 
Runny Pen: Agh, fuck you.
 
Cinnamon Swirl climbs out of the bathtub, trying to both rub her huge mane dry and try to find footing (hoofing?)
 
Runny Pen: Now... if you slip, fall again...
 
Cinnamon Swirl waves her forelegs around as if she's about to fall and break her neck, but instead she does a pirouette, using the momentum to launch herself into a back flip, landing right in front of runny
 
Cinnamon Swirl slowly raises a hoof and booooooops his nose
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Booooooooooooop
 
Runny Pen: ...
 
Runny Pen: I would've broken my face in, damn.
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Haha
 
Cinnamon Swirl shifts her eyes a bit as she gets just a little closer
 
Cinnamon Swirl: You know...
 
Runny Pen: Yeah?
 
Cinnamon Swirl: I did enjoy tonight were much...
 
Cinnamon Swirl looks up at the towering stallion, locking eyes with him again
 
Runny Pen stares in hers, death stare back and apparent again
 
Cinnamon Swirl: And....maybe you deserve a proper reward
 
Cinnamon Swirl gets closer and closer
 
Cinnamon Swirl: A real reward...
 
Cinnamon Swirl’s snout is only inches away from his
 
Runny Pen raises a foreleg up, ready to back up before collision happens
 
Cinnamon Swirl presses her nose against his
 
Cinnamon Swirl: Hooooooooooonk
 
Runny Pen lets, keeps the nose pressed up but lays his leg down, letting another chuckle escape at, because of the sound
 
Cinnamon Swirl removes her snout from his and brushes past him, as she does so, she uses her tail to stroke his side, especially his wings, afterwards she climbs up the stairs
 
Cinnamon Swirl: *his wings in pure affection
 
Runny Pen: Rest well, little lady, big day ahead of you.
 
Runny Pen picks up the stolen hotel bathrobes and puts them back on, walking out of the bathroom checks himself in the mirror for a last time, licking his lips then chuckles a little to himself and exits the bar
 
Cinnamon Swirl lets herself fall into bed, her mood has bettered completely, yet still...the fear remains, lingering in the darker corners of her mind, reminding her of what she can lose tomorrow…