It was just too good to be true. Still, what else did I expect? Even in a country of milk and honey, there had to be wasps. Mine was just not black and yellow striped, but purple. Thinking that Twilight Sparkle would just stick with a few questions was equivalent to thinking that you could just put a bag of crisps aside. To put it simple, simply dumb.

And no, it was not just that one morning or that one day. Twilight had enough questions for an entire week. In the end, I just told her my entire life, starting from my first memories, my childhood with my grandparents in the Scottish highlands, my school time in Livingston, and right up to my art studies in London. From time to time, Twilight interrupted me to ask questions about the cultural backgrounds of a few customs. Not by any stretch of imagination could I explain to her why my grandfather had worn a kilt once a year and threw logs. As a child, I had found the event interesting, but today I didn’t really want to think back to this since I could swear that at least half of the old men there had worn their kilts… traditionally.

That led us to a lengthy discussion about the development and role of clothes in human society. Only when we were finished did I get around to asking what that had to do with our research. “Culture plays an important part of who we are,” was Twilight’s answer. “And it is a part of you.” Who was I to object?

A strange similarity was that clothes were used in both our cultures at first to withstand cold temperatures. Humans lost their coat in the evolutionary progress, and ponies had some evil windigos that made life difficult for their ancestors. Since they only needed light clothes during the winter, they had kept their short but soft coats.

This went on for over a week. I even began to make red crosses in my calendar for every day that passed and asked Roseluck for some mint for my throat. It had felt like it was coated with sandpapers for a few days now.

Now here I was, rolling out of the bed, taking the sheet and the blue pegasus next to me with me.

Celsius and I had our fifth date yesterday and had gone to the little theatre in Ponyville. Black-and-white movies without sound were not really my thing. Neither was having to sit in the last row because of my size. But it wasn’t like we noticed much of the movie, just like ninety percent of the other visitors on that evening. It was a little romance, judging from the sign by the entrance. Everyone knew that couples only go to watch romances to make out in a dark room while everyone around them does the same.

“What time is it?” Celsius asked with a yawn as he began his morning workout now that he was out of the bed as well. His left wing popped loudly since he had lain on it when he slept next to me. This was why pegasi preferred to sleep on clouds. The resistance there was just high enough to safely stand on them, and compared to them, every bed was like sleeping on stone. At least that was how Celsius explained it to me. For today and the following weeks, my current mattress would be enough, but if Celsius decided to set up shop here, we would have to buy a new one. I wasn’t sure how soon that would be.

Not that money was a problem now. The crown stood by its word, and I had already gotten my first payment. I didn’t check the contents to see if it was the agreed sum, but I trusted AJ, who trusted Twilight. Not that I didn’t trust her, but the purple mare could be very preoccupied sometimes. Still, it took me two tries to lift the bag of bits, so I shushed the voice in my head that told me to count it.

“Shortly after seven, I think.” It was fascinating how you could tell the time by the position of the sun in your bedroom. If the sun rays were before the first bed post, it was before seven. If they touched it, it is after seven. Simple as that. “I’m gonna take a shower and then make us some breakfast.” Celsius just nodded and bent his neck so far back that his snout almost touched his back.

I let my coltfriend do his stretching and stuck to my word as I strolled down the hallway to my bathroom. As I walked past the mirror, my eyes stuck on my reflection for a moment. “Looking great there, Melody,” I greeted myself and put both my hands against the basin while leaning closer against the mirror. Small blue rings under my eyes were witnesses of the little sleep I had last night. My hair was sweaty and greasy from the humidity yesterday and the even warmer night next to and underneath Celsius. We didn’t have sex, but the cinema had worn us both out.

He loved to use me as a pillow, resting his head on my breasts. He said I was like a warm cloud, and if I were honest with myself, I liked it too, feeling his short coat on my body while he was lying on top of me. Plus I could excite him with a few moves of my thighs in that position.

I opened the tap and splashed a bit of the cold water onto my face, trying to clear my mind from those thoughts and also to wipe away the remaining sleep. A shiver went down my spine as I shook my head, but at least I was fully awake now.

I stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash away the cold from my face. With closed eyes, I began to spin in the constant water stream and hummed quietly.

It was the sound of the opening bathroom door after a few minutes that brought me back to reality. I opened my left eye a little and watched Celsius as he tried to sneak into the room. I let him have his fun and closed my eye again. All that remained besides the darkness was the feeling of warm water that softly ran down my skin and the splattering that it caused, but also the sound of four hooves that tried something that they couldn’t do – not cause any sound on the tiles. Still, I let him pass. I didn’t even open my eyes as he opened the door to the shower and stood beside me in the warm water.

Of course he knew that I had noticed him by now, but that didn’t stop him from snuggling up against me and unfolding his wings. Without him having to ask, I grabbed the vial of costly shampoo that I had bought and poured a bit into my hair and his mane. Not a word passed between us as we both went back to preparing ourselves for today, our wet bodies occasionally touching, a stroke over my thigh here, my hands touching his wings there. The excitement was just still in our bones.

Eventually I felt Celsius’ tongue as it tried to get between my legs. “We don’t have the time…,” I murmured and turned away, thinking that would do it. I was wrong. Again came the tongue, but this time from behind and to another opening. “Celsius!” I screamed and slapped behind me.

The pegasus dodged my hand and just grinned at me, his long tongue still sticking out. “What?” he finally asked and wiggled his eyebrows. Not that ponies really had any, but the slightly thicker coat above their eyes made it seem like that and made them look more humanoid.

“You are impossible,” I just said and began to wash the shampoo out of my hair, thinking this would finally be over now. “Also we have to hurry up a bi–” My sentence got cut short by a slightly muffled whimper that escaped my mouth.

My eyes wandered down to Celsius, who sat beside me, both hooves in his mane to spread the shampoo and his wings spread out, one of which had accidentally found its way between my legs. I could see the grin on his face as he noticed that I was watching him.

Ah, whatever, I thought to myself. “Just you wait!” Judging by his reaction, he had not expected a seventy kilogram human would throw herself on him in the next moment. Not that my weight was a problem for him. Two earth ponies together could easily carry an old Mercedes on their backs. Pegasi were not that strong, but still a good amount stronger than any human.

Celsius let himself fall and instinctively tucked in his wings to spare them from any damage as we both lay on the tiled floor, he on his back and I with my belly on his. Now it was me who grinned. Sure, he could easily throw me over, but that was most decidedly the last thing that came to his mind. “You have that look,” he said instead. “Would I only see your eyes, I would follow my instincts and fly away.” I knew what he meant. Humans were predators, ponies prey.

“Too bad that I don’t plan on eating you. Although something to nibble on would be good.” Immediately, I did as I said and bit in his neck, softly at first and then a bit stronger, pulling at his skin with my teeth. His muscles tensed up as his flight instinct inevitably kicked in. Like I said, ponies used to be prey, and their neck and stomachs were their weak spots. That was why you should never try to touch a pony there suddenly. It had the same effect as when a doctor knocked against your kneecap with a little hammer: they lashed out.

Despite that, I knew that Celsius trusted me. I had realized a while ago that he loved this kind of foreplay or had learned to love it. Didn’t matter which one it was, I had no reason to complain.

Again I bit slightly, this time his lower lip before going over into a kiss. I didn’t know how long we remained in this position, but as we split apart, there was only the sound of our breathing and the water that was splattering over my back and around us.

I didn’t need to look behind. I knew what I would find, and my hand wandered around the warm, rigid piece of the stallion below me that throbbed in anticipation. I gently caressed him up and down, smiling slightly as he only managed to bite back a moan, jerking his hips reflectively. There were times when I was tempted to simply play with him, wanting to spend minutes, maybe even hours, just toying with him, to keep bringing him to the peak of ecstasy only to deny him. To see his cute face pleading for release as my hands ruthlessly jerk him off, sticky with his precum, before removing them, letting his musky stallionhood twitch and spasm futilely while he groaned in a mixture of lust and frustration… Well, suffice to say that my imagination had left me quite ready to receive him, though I do not know if he would appreciate the deliciously wicked plans that had caused the moisture between my thighs to flow.

Without saying a word, I led the turgid erection between my legs and leaned back, allowing the unyielding shaft to spread me open slightly. Celsius, excited as he was, thrust his hips even more and grinded against me. I moaned openly as his erratic bucking brushed against my clit repeatedly, sending small shocks of pleasure throughout my body. My head lay on the soft coat on his muscular chest as I slightly lifted my bottom. It didn’t take much to finally let the pegasus score. With a strong thrust, he completely speared me onto his shaft.

The warm water had heated up my body already, but the incredible warmth that came from his organ exceeded the water by miles – at least that was what it felt like. He wasn’t even halfway in. Another thrust, and I felt the middle ring rubbing against my labia. My hands inevitably clung against the soft coat on the chest of my coltfriend, eliciting another flinch from him.

In one jerk of his hips, he pushed in as far as he could, both of us groaning our feelings up to the sky. “Urg… Melody, I don’t know how long…” Of course he couldn’t keep on much longer. Most men didn’t last long in the first round, and he was no exception. But this was sex, there to get rid of an annoying itchy feeling. We could make love tonight when we had more time.

I began to rotate my hips, my walls gripping and massaging the flat head of his cock and his length. Four or five times were all it took, and I began to feel how the head began to swell. Quickly, I reached back with one hand and pulled his shaft out of me just as he began to cum. The rest of the load now landed on my butt and back where the water immediately took care of it.

As he finished, I rolled off Celsius and onto my back. Celsius’ nostrils flared as he breathed raggedly. He rose from the ground and stepped over me and his twitching penis began stroking my clit again. He watched me squirm underneath him for a few seconds before he forced my hips to a halt and pressed into me with one plunge. He wasted no time, hammering into me with rough stabs that caused my entire body to shake with every movement. His head leaned forwards and bit into my right breast. It didn’t hurt – his teeth weren’t sharp and were not made to chew meat. It was just enough pressure that it felt good.

In my head was nothing, only the stallion that was penetrating me with his rapid pistoning, his hips slamming into mine. It was sex in its most primitive form, and I was nothing but a mare that needed to be filled with his seed, to fill my womb in order to press another foal, reduced to a piece of meat with only one purpose, reduced to a howling and whimpering mess.

Then my orgasm hit me, quick and hard. My muscles tensed up, and I squirmed and shook violently, but Celsius held me in position down there with his cock, and his hooves on my shoulders did the rest while I screamed in ecstasy, only to finally slump down.

The blue pegasus above me did the same and lay down on the bottom of the large shower. We both were exhausted and sweaty, but at least we had last night out of our systems.

“Now I’ll definitely be late at Twilight’s,” I pressed out between my tired breathing and turned my head over to Celsius. He was lying on his stomach, directly under the water jet from the shower, and had his eyes closed. “Celsius?”

He had fallen asleep.

That son of a bitch!

“Hey!” I shouted and loudly snapped a finger against his ear. He quickly jumped up and looked around before his eyes turned towards me.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, “but I woke up every few hours on your mattress.” Grumbling sounded over the sound of the water.

“Strong coffee for breakfast?” I simply asked as I tried to stand up. Celsius just nodded while I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to wrap around my body and another for my hair.

Just a little something so you know this isn't dead. I hit a authors block a while ago and couldn't write anything for nearly a month.
So I had to catch up with my other stories and this little "side project" picked the short straw of being delayed.

Next chapter will have a lot of talking and first signs were all of this is going.

Thanks to Gron for translating this chapter.
Thanks to JBL for co-authoring, proofreading and editing.