Edited by JimboTex and Regreme

“Do you trust me?”

“I… I-”.

It wasn’t a particularly difficult question—a simple yes or no would suffice—yet Tink suddenly found herself slack-jawed and stalling. Past perceptions of the scary Still Way grandmaster had indeed been altered from exaggerated bias now that Tink had spent some time with Lyra, but the pegasus still retained a lingering fear.

Did it hold any merit, though? Lyra had welcomed Tink, a former member of a rival herd, no less, with open hooves. Surely, it was time to drop the unwarranted worry?

Lyra blinked, an uncharacteristic forlorn expression clouding her features. “You don’t have to answer that. I’m sorry I ask-”

“Yes.” Tink spoke without thinking, and quickly came to realise it was a lot easier that way.

The unicorn slowly raised a questioning eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

Tink cleared her throat. “Yes,” she repeated, knowing beyond a doubt it was true when Lyra’s warm, playful smile returned.

“Good, because I think I can help.” She held out a hoof in front of her.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Tink tentatively placed one of her own to Lyra’s. The unicorn’s playful smile was the last thing she saw before the world went black.

Having showered, shaved, and donned one of the less extravagant outfits Rarity had created for him, Kye now sat on the couch, idly spinning the Yamaha key around his index finger. He’d spent most of the morning deep in thought, so much so that both Rarity and Twilight had asked what was bothering him on more than one occasion. Trouble was—he didn’t exactly know what to tell them.

On one hand, it was certainly nice that he wouldn’t be hounded by unfamiliar mares on the street for the next week, but on the other, the lack of freedom imposed by this “anti-rape dome” was a bit of a concern. It was like he was being put under house arrest for no reason at all. Plus, knowing the bike was now sitting in the garage with a fully charged battery wasn’t helping matters much, either.

The sound of the front door opening and closing again pulled Kye from his thoughts, and he turned to see a thoroughly soaked Octavia moodily stomping into the front room, a large cello case on her back. “Why the long face?” he quipped, grinning at the dripping mare. She happened to be extremely pretty when wet.

This earned him a swift slap of her saturated tail as she trotted by the couch, something he didn’t quite manage to dodge. “Ugh! Tavi!” he gasped, nearly falling off the couch in his piss poor attempt to avoid her watery assault. His shirt was now almost as wet as her.

The earth mare stashed her cello in the corner next to Lyra’s golden lyre, giving Kye a playful smirk and the tiniest flutter of her eyelashes as she climbed the staircase and disappeared out of sight. Kye sighed in defeat, grumpily removing his shirt and muttering inaudibly about how cute wet mares could be. Rarity’s frown at Octavia’s antics suddenly disappeared, and the book Twilight was levitating slipped from her telekinetic grasp.

“Oops… Sorry,” she muttered to no one in particular, her cheeks reddening. Kye, however, appeared oblivious.

“I got it!” he declared, snapping his fingers for emphasis and pointing at Twilight. Rarity blinked, suddenly aware she’d been completely inanimate for around thirty seconds. “You do the whole ‘nopony rape the monkey-dome’ thing, but-” he stretched his arms out, before slowly bringing his hands together, “-make it smaller—and attach it to the motorcycle instead of the house.” Kye grinned. It was so simple. In fact, he was amazed Twilight hadn’t thought of it herself. “That way, I get to ride around town, and remain completely unviolated!”

Twilight blinked, smiling politely. Rarity was once again idly staring into space.

“What?” Kye asked, confused as to why the studious unicorn wasn’t already adding “anti-pony rape protection” to his R1’s list of awesome features.

The mare gave a small sigh. “Oh, Kye… Not even Starswirl the Bearded could pull off such an incantation,” she chuckled, regarding him as she would an inquisitive colt. “Setting up a static Selective Bypass Dome is difficult enough, but to actually implement it on a moveable object would be downright impossible. There are way too many variables. For starters, what would the parameters be? How would the spell react to other magical interference it might encounter? Introducing portability into the equation just creates a whole new list of issues that need to be resolved.” She paused, apparently deep in thought. Rarity licked her lips. “I like lists. I couldn’t make the spell work, but I could make a list of the reasons why it wouldn’t,” Twilight happily chirped with a sheepish grin. “If that’s… heh heh... uh... useful in any way?”

Kye sighed, giving a light chuckle. “No, Twilight, but thanks anyway.”

Twilight’s ears drooped a little. “If you’re worried about passing the time, I could bring a few books over from the libr-Rarity, control yourself!”

Kye jumped in fright. The fashionista was now sitting on the couch beside him, her ears flicking and lust in her eyes. He hadn’t even seen her move. “Wha… ?”

Her tail slapped against the armrest, and the sound seemed to sober her up a little. “... oh.” She blinked, finally noticing Kye was looking directly at her. “My apologies, darling, but I think I may be requiring your… talents again.”

“Really?” Kye exclaimed. He was already pretty wiped from their bedroom escapades earlier that morning, and he didn’t know if he had the stamina to go for yet another round with the pretty unicorn. Not to mention that it wasn’t really the time or the place… “Look, Rarity,” he began, but was cut off by Twilight.

“Have you been doing the spell?” she asked the fashionista.

“Yes. It isn’t working,” Rarity replied.

“It works perfectly fine, trust me. You just mustn't be trying hard enough.”

Rarity gave a sigh of exasperation, levelling Twilight with a stare. “Not everypony can be as magically proficient as you, Twilight.”

“Wait, what spell?” Kye interjected.

Twilight blushed adorably, to which Kye raised a questioning eyebrow. “Well?” he asked, grinning.

“Well, there’s a spell that unicorn mares sometimes cast during their heat cycles,” she began, idly tracing circles on the floor with her hoof. “It’s called the Cunning-Clover Cooling incantation, or the triple C-”

Kye snorted. “That’s what they call it?”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Here, let me show you,” she grumbled, charging her horn up with magic.

Rarity was completely oblivious of the spell hitting her, until the effects began to take place. The fashionista blinked, as if coming out of a trance. “Did somepony spill something on the couch? My seat is a little we- … oh.”

With realisation, came mortification, and her cheeks reddened. Kye fought to hold back the smirk that was threatening to hijack his face, knowing that the unicorn probably wouldn’t speak to him all week if he made fun of her now.

“Excuse me, just one moment.”

CRACK.

The blinding blue flash receded, and Kye finally let free his immature snicker in the fashionista’s absence. “God, I love her,” he chuckled.

“You do?”

“... What? … Oh, um… I mean,” crap. “Figuratively speaking, heh…” Kye stuttered, only just realising what he’d said. An actual confession of love would be pretty fucking ridiculous at this point, and he certainly had no intentions of screwing things up by letting slip the big L-bomb, even as a figure of speech.

Twilight furrowed her eyebrows. “You love her… figuratively?”

Kye idly scratched the back of his neck. “Eh… like I said—figure of speech,” he said with an air of nonchalance, and silently praying Twilight would just drop the damn subject. If only Rarity wasn’t so freakin’ adorable, then he probably wouldn’t have said it in the first place. Clearly, a distraction was needed. “Say, Twilight, what’s that book you’re reading?”

“Oh, this?” she said, levitating the book once more. “It’s a copy of Still-Way for Dummies. Lyra has been teaching me and Rarity some of the basics.”

Twilight went on to elaborate in explicit detail a few moves and techniques of the martial art, none of which sounded very “basic” to Kye, given that he had no idea what she was going on about. It wasn’t until she got to a move called St. Elmo’s Lightning that he interrupted.

“Isn’t that what Rarity cast in the street fight?”

“Yes!” Twilight beamed happily. “Although, I certainly wouldn’t condone that one in combat sport. It’s a little on the reckless side, and can cause lasting damage if cast a certain way. Rarity was taking a big risk using it in anger.”

“Those ponies would’ve deserved it,” Kye muttered bitterly, thinking of the abhorrent way Tink’s old herdmates had treated her.

“True, but Luna can only bend the rules so much. If the outcome had been any more serious, then her hooves would have been tied,” Twilight concluded, closing the book and setting it down on the coffee table. “I’m going to head home. I promised Spike I’d take him gem hunting today.” She glanced out of the window with a drawn out sigh. “I just wish he hadn’t picked a storm day.”

The darkness and pressure were gone in an instant, but that didn’t stop Tink emitting a loud “eep” and immediately slipping over on the hard and shiny surface she now appeared to be standing on—or rather, in, as the case turned out to be.

Both she and Lyra appeared to have ended up in a bathtub, of all places. Having never experienced teleportation before, the pegasus took a little while to recover from the sensation. Large, bright tiles, a welcoming shade of blue, covered the walls, and the large corner-bath Tink lay in was an immaculate white.

“You okay?” Lyra chuckled, offering a helping hoof to the pegasus.

Tink took Lyra’s hoof, pulling herself up to a sitting position. “Why are we in the bath?” she timidly asked, utterly baffled as to what the eccentric unicorn was up to.

“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” Lyra vaguely answered. Her horn flashed, and an unnatural silence filled the air. “Now, you’ll be needing some of that trust we discussed earlier, but I think I can help you relax, especially around Kye.”

“B-But, you already tried the spell,” Tink stuttered, already a little worried by whatever crazy scheme Lyra had in mind, especially if it involved bathtubs and creepy silence spells…

“Yes, we tried a spell—but this next one is completely different, and has a one-hundred percent success rate.” Lyra beamed proudly, and a little manically, too.

Tink blanched, backing away as much as the tub would allow. “W-What are you going to do to m-me?” she squeaked, silently praying that whatever it was didn’t involve pain.

A golden aura engulfed her horn once more, this time remaining solid. “The safeword is Akrapovic,” Lyra said with a smile.

“Safeword? W-Why would we need a-aaaahhhhhhhhhh!”

With a bodily twist and a dull thud, Tink fell flat on her back in the tub, suddenly overcome by an overwhelming pleasure. Her wings sprang erect and began to vibrate, her hind legs kicked of their own accord, and her tail thrashed loudly against the side of the tub as she whimpered incoherently in her newfound bliss. Lyra’s spell seemed to simultaneously excite every cell in her body, and was utterly unrelenting in its efficiency. After around thirty seconds of torturous, yet blissful, magically induced euphoria, Tink felt her marehood begin to spasm, attempting to clench down on something that wasn’t currently present… An image of Kye sprang to her mind at the thought as she reached the pinnacle of her orgasm, leaving no doubt that she truly was pining for his company.

When the stars finally faded from her eyes, Tink lay panting, still flat on her back. The urges of her heat were gone—a far better feeling than the climax itself, if truth be told. “Thank you,” she whispered, though Lyra didn’t appear to have heard.

“Damn, filly! You went off like a fire hydrant!” The unicorn chuckled, once again offering a helping hoof to the pegasus.

“Oh… S-Sorry.” Tink’s cheeks burned in mortification as she got to her hooves. When she spotted the mess she’d made, however—most of which was all over Lyra’s forelegs—her face practically ignited.

“Sorry?” Lyra frowned. “What? Why are you apologising? C’mere.” Before Tink had time to run away and hide under the nearest rock, Lyra pulled her into a tight embrace, sweeping a few red and black strands from her eyes and cooing softly. Tink was so shocked she completely forgot about her embarrassment. Was this what a caring, supportive relationship felt like? Never once had Coco, Nox, or any of the others given her a hug.

After a few tender moments, Lyra drew back, looking the pegasus in the eye. “Do you feel better now?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

The bathroom door suddenly burst open, bringing with it the ambient sounds that up until that point had been muted by Lyra’s magic. Tink flinched, instinctively clinging to her unicorn companion as the grey earth pony—Octavia—trotted into the bathroom without so much as a glance at the two ponies occupying the tub. Her jet black mane and tail were full of tangles it seemed, and she quickly grabbed the hairbrush that was perched on the dresser with her teeth. As she trotted for the door with her head held high, Tink could have sworn she heard a muffled “‘bout time” from the disinterested mare.

The scheduled thunderstorm persisted for four whole days, by the end of which Kye found himself quickly running out of ways to keep himself occupied. It wasn’t so bad in the evenings, as he often had at least two or three ponies to talk to. During the daytime, when the others were at work, however, he only had one.

As it turned out, Tink was still a little shy around him when nopony else was in the house, and had resorted to sleeping in most of the day. Kye wouldn’t have minded all that much, but being confined to a house without wifi, television or even anyone to talk to for hours on end made for a rather mundane “holiday”.

None of the “lust crazed” mares that Lyra had warned him about had shown up, either, rendering the stupid anti-rape dome completely unnecessary. This became increasingly more annoying on Thursday morning, given the fact that there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and he could have been playing out on his favourite two-wheeled toy.

The repetitive chirping of the birds outside rang through Kye's ears as he dozed on the couch, the week old copy of “Pone” magazine he’d been idly flicking through having long since fallen from his grasp and onto the floor.

As far as lazy mornings went, this one was turning out to be rather dull.

The dreaded itch was threatening to return, despite Lyra’s glorious efforts to scratch it that morning before she left for work. The spell had been so effective at first that Tink had actually considered going downstairs and spending some time with Kye, something she’d been wanting to do for days now…

But, she couldn’t.

At least, not when she might start lusting after him, treating him as nothing more than a mere object to sate her persistent desires. No. He meant more to her than that, and she wasn’t about to freak him out by being a horny-horse, especially one that often made quite the mess while doing so.

Tink’s pacing continued, her tail twitching as she trotted in circles at the foot of her bed. She couldn’t decide what was worse: the restlessness, or the boredom. Normally, she would take to the air in such a situation, but seeing as she was confined to the inside of the weird dome thingy that Lyra and Twilight had put up, that was pretty much out of the question. It was a shame, too—her wings had healed enough that she could probably get airborne without too much difficulty if she tried.

She paused in her pacing, unfolding her wings and stretching them to their limit, before folding them closed again. If she’d tried that even just a few days ago, she’d have been in agony for hours. Now, though, all she felt was a slight twinge of pain. Nothing to write home about.

Her tail flicked again, but more out of agitation than arousal… Perhaps she was just imagining her heat was flaring up again? What if she was confining herself to her room for no reason at all? Plus, Kye probably thought she was blanking him.

The thought sobered the pegasus a little. She’d certainly hate for him to think that she didn’t want to spend time with him. Without another thought, she trotted for the door, opening it with a soft “click”. It slowly swung open to reveal the empty hallway.

The house was quiet. Almost too quiet. All that could be heard was the sound of the birds chirping outside as Tink softly padded down the stairs. She was beginning to wonder where Kye was, until she spotted him lying sprawled on the couch, one arm covering his eyes and the other lying on the floor next to a discarded magazine.

“Umm… Kye?” Tink softly spoke, clip-clopping over to the couch.

The human lay there, unresponsive.

“Kye,” she called, a little louder this time.

Still, he lay there, motionless.

Tink frowned, suddenly concerned. Sure, he could just be taking a nap, but what if he was hurt? She stretched out a wing, lightly brushing his side with it. Kye suddenly snorted, before arching his back and nearly falling off the couch. Tink leapt back a few paces in surprise.

“Ahhh, that tickles!” he laughed, before stretching his arms above his head and smiling at her.

Tink relaxed somewhat, relieved that he was okay. “Were you sleeping? I-I’m sorry for waking you up. I’ll go back upstairs-”

“No!” Kye all but yelled, before hastily clearing his throat. “I mean, uh… I… I need your help with something.”

“You do? What is it?”

Kye blinked, pulling himself to a sitting position. “I, uh… need help cleaning the bike. Yes,” he grinned, snapping his fingers and pointing in the general direction of the garage.

Tink gave him a puzzled look. “Didn’t you clean it yesterday? And the day before that? And the one before that, too?”

Kye’s grin slowly faltered. “Well… um… technically, yes, but… it gets dusty in the garage…” He punctuated the last sentence with funny little pout, and Tink couldn’t help but giggle at his silly antics.

“Okay then,” she chuckled. “But, it’s not going to scream at me again, is it?” she asked, remembering her last encounter with the strange machine.

“Of course not,” Kye reassured, getting up off the couch and heading into the kitchen. Tink trotted after him, deciding not to question how her cumbersome hooves would be of any help at all at a task such as this. She was just glad to be out of her bedroom.

“But even if it did, I’d give it a good telling off,” Kye continued, grabbing a cloth from the cupboard under the sink and filling a bucket full of hot water and detergent. Tink smiled in response, but she still couldn’t help feeling like she was going to mess up somehow. Kye must have noticed, as he turned the tap off and dropped down to his knees.

“Hey… it’s just a dumb alarm, look-” he fished around in his pocket, pulling out the keys to the machine. “If it ever starts making that noise again, all you have to do is press this button right here.” He pointed to a button on a small key fob, before clipping the entire key set to the ribbon holding the house key she wore around her neck and getting back to his feet.

Tink gasped. “B-But, wait! You need these!”

Kye laughed. “Not this week, I don’t,” he said, grabbing the cloth and bucket of soapy water and heading into the garage.

“The button! Just press it!” Kye laughed, watching Tink frantically fumble with the immobiliser key fob. She would have dropped it multiple times if it hadn’t been fastened to the ribbon around her neck. Finally managing to shut off the alarm, she fell to her haunches, panting with relief and giving the motorcycle a wary look. The sight was almost enough to make Kye feel bad about kicking the rear tyre. Totally worth it. She looked even more adorable than usual when she was terrified.

“You did that on purpose,” Tink squeaked, pawing softly at the ground with a forehoof and giving him a look of pure, unadulterated betrayal.

Okay, now he felt bad. Damn, she knows how to tug on the ol’ heartstrings.

“Okay, that was mean. I’m sorry,” Kye said, sitting down next to the bike and wringing the cloth out over the bucket. “Will you forgive me?”

Tink pawed at the ground some more, her ears laying flat and her eyes wary.

Kye sighed. “You keep giving me that look, and I’m pretty sure I’ll die of spontaneous onset diabetes. Granted, it’d be my own fault, but still.”

The pegasus gasped, her eyes going wide. “W-What? You’re dying?” she squeaked, quickly trotting over to his side and wrapping her forelegs around him.

“What? No, I was joking, but I appreciate the hug,” Kye chuckled, wrapping one arm around the pegasus and wiping the fairing down with the cloth in his free hand.

The bike was spotless—he’d already cleaned it four times over the past few days out of pure boredom—but he was glad to have a reason to spend time with Tink, especially since she usually just stayed in her room all day. It wasn’t long before he gave up the pretense and just leaned back against the garage wall, unconsciously bringing a hand up to scratch behind the mare’s ears.

Tink cooed, rubbing her cheek against his chest, one of her hind legs thumping the floor in reflex. “Aahhhh,” she squeaked, causing Kye to glance down in confusion.

It was only then that he realised his fingers were massaging one of her ears. “Oh, shit! Sorry, Tink,” he apologised, pulling his hand away and cursing himself for forgetting.

No!

The heavenly sensation of Kye’s fingers caressing Tink’s ear receded, leaving only a bothersome craving. The pegasus whined internally as she felt herself blush, unable to muster up the courage to ask him to continue. She instead resigned herself to nuzzling his sculpted chest, with nothing but the thin fabric of his shirt separating skin from fur. A small spark of desire ignited in her nethers, causing her wings to give a noticeable twitch and her tail to slap against the floor. It was only when one of her ears flicked Kye on the chin that the pegasus froze, suddenly aware that she was currently rubbing her whole body against him.

“Wow, you’re super friendly today, huh?” Kye chuckled, ruffling her mane a little.

Tink’s cheeks burned with mortification as she quickly disentangled herself from the human, subconsciously backing away toward the kitchen. Less than ten minutes of his company and she was already crawling all over him like a lust-crazed scorcher. Clearly, she couldn’t be trusted alone with the stallion. “I… I’m so sorry… I…”

Without another word—she bolted, dashing through the kitchen, the lounge, and up the stairs. Once she had reached the confines of her bedroom, she slid under the bed, cursing the lewd thoughts that had prompted such bold actions toward Kye. He was not a tool to be utilised at her will, and she’d do well to remember that. As punishment to herself, she was to lie out of sight for the rest of the day. Kye would be safe from her advances when the others returned.

Kye rolled his eyes as Tink’s beautiful tail flicked past the doorframe and out of sight, the rest of her already having fled the garage. ‘It was only a matter of time,’ he thought, throwing the cloth into the bucket, causing a large splash of soapy water the hit the motorcycle. A few curse words later, he sighed in defeat.

If only Tink wasn’t so damned skittish, he’d be able to spend some time getting to know her. Maybe he should have just kept his mouth shut and let her rub herself against him. Yeah, come to think of it—he probably should’ve. Captain Dumb-Fuck strikes again.

Leaving the bucket on the floor, Kye pulled himself to his feet, heading back through the kitchen and into the lounge. There was still a couple of the less interesting articles in the pony equivalent of “People” magazine that he hadn’t read, and he planned on using them to burn up at least another half hour or so.

Just as Kye sat down and opened the magazine, the sound of the front door opening rang through the hall. With a frown, he glanced at the clock. It was only just past noon. Nopony should be home this early. He turned just in time to see Octavia trot through the doorway, minus her cello this time.

“Lunch break,” she said, “you’ll do.” With that, she hopped up into Kye’s lap, knocking the magazine out of the way and straddling his hips.

One long and particularly satisfying make out session later, Kye lay back with a big grin, and an even bigger erection. Octavia glanced down to the denim-clad, steel rod poking her in the nethers. “Sorry, honey, I don’t have time to take care of that right now. We’re busy learning a new piece, and our new conductor is being an asshat with the practice scheduling.”

“It’s okay. I’m sure it’ll get bored once I start reading about Blueblood and his nocturnal escapades,” Kye sighed, idly rubbing his palms over her toned flanks.

Octavia gave him a pitiful look. “Isn’t Tink here? Why don’t you go and ruffle her feathers a little?”

“She’s not interested in me that way. At least, I don’t think she is,” Kye said, wishing it wasn’t true.

Octavia smiled. “Was she down here earlier?”

“Well, yeah. She came out of her room for a little bit.”

“And did she get all touchy-feely?”

Kye pondered for a while. “I’m pretty sure she was just giving me a hug.”

“Hmm… did she run away afterwards?”

“Yeah,” Kye grunted, a little bitter at the reminder. The bitterness vanished, however, when Octavia pressed a hoof to his dick.

“She wants this more than I do right now. She just doesn’t want anypony to call her a scorcher, not that anypony in this household actually would.”

“A scorcher? Isn’t that-”

“What I did to you, yeah,” she said, her ears drooping a little.

Kye reached up to scratch behind said ears. “I didn’t mind.”

The mare smiled. “I know,” she purred, before giving him a quick kiss and jumping to her hooves. “Go find her, and if she runs away—chase her. She won’t run for long.”

A gentle knock rang through the lonely bedroom, and Tink paused her preening just in time to see the door swing open to reveal a seemingly empty hallway. When nothing else happened for a few seconds, she got up off the bed and slowly paced toward the door.

“K-Kye? Is that you?” No sooner had she padded through the doorway, a pair of arms snatched her up off the floor. The pegasus gave a loud “eep” and curled up into a ball in reflex.

Kye chuckled. “Hello, Leafbutt,” he whispered, gently squeezing one of her flanks. A wave of anticipation shot through her at the contact. “I think we need to talk about a few things.”

Without another word, he carried her down the stairs. Tink panicked, half attempting to hide behind her own mane. Whenever somepony said they “needed to talk” about something, it was never a good thing. He most likely thought she was being too forward in the garage, or too antisocial by running away and hiding in her room, or both… What if he didn’t want her as a herdmate anymore?

“Why do you keep running away?” Kye asked as he sat down on the couch, gently setting her down beside him. “Wait, do I smell?” He raised an arm, taking an experimental whiff. “You’d tell me, right?” he asked with a look of mock-worry.

Tink giggled at his antics, momentarily forgetting what she was even anxious about. A lustful twitch in her nether region sharp reminded her, however. She squeezed her hind legs together, wishing the lewd thoughts would leave her head so she could just talk to Kye in peace.

“You look stressed,” Kye commented, giving Tink the once over. “Oh, I have an idea! Are your wings feeling better?”

The question caught Tink off guard a little. She frowned. “Yes, they’re feeling a lot better. Why?”

Kye grinned. “Well,” he said, sliding off the couch until he was kneeling on the floor, facing her. “Lotus just taught me this new technique at work.” He paused, intertwining his fingers and flexing his arms out, prompting a series of clicks from his digits. “It’s designed solely for pegasi wings. Trouble is, I haven’t had anypony to practice on, what with it being heat week.” He gave her a mock-pleading look.

Just the mere mention of an experimental wing massage had Tink fighting to keep the bothersome, feathery appendages to her sides. It was almost as though they had heard his words, understood them, and were now actively trying to signal their willingness to cooperate. “Oh… umm, I don’t know if you playing with my wings is such a good idea right no-”

POMF.

A couple of stray feathers fell on the couch as Tink’s wings defied her mental commands once again, springing out from her sides and beginning to twitch in time with her quickening heartbeat. She didn’t even have the energy to be embarrassed anymore. Instead, she emitted a long, drawn out sigh, silently wishing she could control her urges.

“That’s gotta be at least a little uncomfortable,” Kye observed, a look of suspiciously questionable indifference on his face.

“It is,” the pegasus admitted. Maybe, just this once, she could let him massage some of the tension out of her wings? It would certainly make it easier to deal with her heat if they weren’t popping off all over the place.

“Trainee masseur, right here.” He grinned, pointing both thumbs at himself.

“O-Okay,” Tink squeaked, her wings already beginning to quiver at the thought of what he might do to them.

“Sweet! Just, uh—don’t expect me to be amazing at this right off the bat. I’ve only done this once, and that was on an earth pony with training wings,” he bashfully admitted, quickly getting to his feet.

“Wait—training wing-eep!”

Without warning, Kye scooped Tink up off the couch, placing her back to his chest, before laying down with his head on the armrest. Tink suddenly found herself enveloped in the warmth rising from Kye’s larger frame, his arms holding her captive around her midriff. Her wings reacted accordingly, stiffening further as her left wing tip slapped against the back of the couch. Sheer terror and blissful anticipation fought for dominance in her mind as her breathing grew more laboured, her forehooves instinctively clutching one of his arms.

“T-This is intimate…” Tink gasped, attempting to distract herself with the decorative artex pattern on the ceiling.

“Heh, funny—that’s exactly what I said to Lotus,” he replied, slowly extracting his arms from her grip and gently running his fingertips along the leading edge of her wings. Tink closed her eyes, tracing his touch with her mind.

“Wow… they’re really soft,” he observed, his warm breath caressing one of her ears, prompting it to flick several times in succession. “I’ve only had a couple of pegasi clients before, but I was too afraid to touch their wings.”

“You were afraid?” Tink asked, unable to imagine such a situation.

“Well, yeah. Lotus mentioned that some parts of pegasi wings are erogenous zones. She didn’t really elaborate, though…” he trailed off, almost as though waiting for her to speak.

“Oh… Well, y-yes. Some areas are more s-sensitive than others,” the pegasus whispered, secretly hoping he was curious enough to test the fact. The sensation of his fingertips roaming along her primaries was nice, but she knew it would feel a whole lot nicer if he explored closer to her torso.

“Oh, yeah? Would you care to enlighten me?” he purred, letting his fingers splay out amongst her downy secondaries, perilously close to one of the areas they were currently discussing.

Tink shivered in anticipation, her feathers seemingly gravitating toward his soft ministrations as her body temperature began to rise. “Well, um… You’re getting closer…” she squeaked, before quickly covering her maw with her forehooves. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud…

“Lotus said I should do this…” He moved his hands up slightly, capturing the leading edges of her wings between his thumb and index fingers and applying gentle pressure. Some of the stiffness left her wings, but it only made her crave more of his touch, specifically, in other places. “... but I have a feeling that’s not very adventurous,” Kye concluded, continuing to gently squeeze her leading edges in a rhythmic pattern, all the way to her wingtips.

The fire in her loins was now unmistakable, and Tink could feel the lust beginning to accumulate at her slightly parted nether lips. If she wasn’t careful, it would eventually leak down past her dock and soak into Kye’s clothes. The thought caused her face to pale, but before she could even move—Kye’s hands suddenly slid the full length of her wings, coming to rest where her wings met her torso.

“EEEEP!”

His thumbs simultaneously applied pressure to the wing muscles on either side of her torso, causing an almost divine pleasure to radiate through her small form. Her back arched in reflex, whilst her tail lashed against his legs. Kye twitched in shock, removing his hands at once.

“Sorry! Are you okay?” he spluttered, once again wrapping his arms around her barrel. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he softly cooed in her ear, before giving it a little nibble.

Tink leaned into his touch, brushing her ear over his lips. “Didn’t hurt,” she breathed, still twitching slightly from the sensation.

“It didn’t?”

“No… It actually felt really nice…” she quietly admitted, once again subconsciously clutching his arm with her forehooves. Kye seemed to relax at her assurance, but he didn’t immediately go back to massaging her wings. “... um… c-can you… will you… k-keep going?” she sheepishly requested.

“Of course,” he replied, gently rubbing her belly. Tink closed her eyes, simply enjoying the sensation. “But, this is a bit of an odd angle… Maybe if you turned over, I could reach more of your wings?”

A shiver of excitement shot through the pegasus at his bold suggestion. “I… I-I…” she stuttered, unable to get her words out.

“Or we could just stay like this, I mean—it’s not that much of a problem. Either is fine,” Kye suddenly interjected, giving her a playful pat on the midriff and going back to gently squeezing the leading edges of her wings.

Tink relaxed somewhat, but couldn’t help feeling like she had just missed some sort of opportunity. Her body yearned to feel his pressed against her core. She knew she would end up leaving a damp patch on his jeans, but she found that fact to be of little concern at this point… “Wait! Um… if your arms are hurting… then m-maybe I should…” She rolled to the left, wincing slightly as her left wing bent rather uncomfortably. Kye must have noticed her discomfort, as he lifted her up slightly to give her the clearance she needed, before gently lowering her to his chest.

Her hindlegs fell either side of his waist, her forehooves gently gripping the fabric covering his sculpted chest. Her body seemed to fit perfectly against his, and her burning loins wasted no time in letting her know how much they liked this new development. Oh no… She silently hoped Kye wouldn’t notice she was leaking on him. She even half considered fleeing once more, but it seemed her aching marehood was calling the shots at this point…

“That’s better. Now I can reach a bit more easily,” Kye said, sliding his palms over her coat.

Tink let out a sharp gasp that quickly turned into a whimpering moan as one of Kye’s hands brushed over the aching flight muscles on her back where her wings met. Her ears flicked in a rather lewd display, and her tail lashed against the back of the couch with a loud slap. The human raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Wow, you really like that, huh?” he half chuckled, pulling his hand back down a little to rest on her rump.

Tink closed her eyes, her cheeks heating as she gave the slightest of nods. Even her embarrassment could no longer quell her desire to mate with him. She could feel it building, the wanton need to feel him explode inside her. She was pretty sure he couldn’t get her pregnant, but she didn’t even care if the opposite was true at this point. She would have his foals. Repeatedly.

“Um… Tink? You okay? You look a little-mmpphh…”

In a move of which the sheer boldness surprised even herself, Tink pressed her lips to his, tightly closing her eyes and sliding her forehooves to either side of his neck. She then immediately froze, a voice of reason momentarily cutting through the lust clouding her mind to question if she had over-stepped her boundaries… It was only when she felt Kye begin to reciprocate that she relaxed again.

Her tongue gingerly slid past his parted lips, colliding with his, the gentle friction between the slippery appendages sending chills down her spine. Kye tilted his head, allowing Tink better access as he slid his hands up her back, sending the aforementioned chills right back up her spine. Tink inhaled sharply through her nose as she felt the human’s fingertips lightly brush over the flight muscles on her back, one of his palms eventually coming to rest between her wings.

“Mmmmphmm,” she moaned, the sound somewhat muffled by their current lip-lock.

His other hand continued its journey up towards her neck, the fingers eventually spreading as they delved into her mane, before gripping and tugging gently. The resultant wink of her sex was particularly satisfying, even more so when she involuntarily ground her loins against his crotch. She gave a muffled gasp of surprise as her wandering tongue suddenly slid over the jagged sharpness of his teeth. Something hard was pressing against the mounds between her hind legs, and it took a few moments for Tink’s lust addled mind to realise what it was.

Tentatively, she broke the kiss. “Is that for m-me?”

Author's Notes:

Again, sorry for the delay.

I'll try my best to make the next update arrive in a timely manner.

And yes, next chapter has smut.