I sat with Darcy in Rarity's sitting room. "So what, she never came back?"

I crossed my legs, holding Darcy's tail across my lap with one hand, and a brush in the other. "No! I just took Jewel home and she never showed up!" I ran my fingers through Darcy's tail and followed up with the brush. A warm coo flooded the room as Darcy turned her backside towards me. "It's been two days, I think she might be staying with Vintage." I tugged the brush through a knot at the end of her tail. "Jewels been really quiet recently too.... It's extremely eery."

Darcy's hooves tapped against the floor. "Is she alright?"

I shrugged. "Physically, yes. But damned if her dad didn't roast her in front of me!" I ran my hand up to Darcy's ass, grabbing the base of her bushy tail. "Also...tell me if I'm getting too close."

Darcy looked back at me with a smile. "You're already touching my butt, at this point you can't really get any closer."

I huffed and kept on with her tail, strands of long orange hair tugging away with the brush. "You know it's not about that." I ran my fingers through the underside of her tail, her dock thick and warm under my touch. "So...uh, are you gonna stay the night?"

Darcy's tail tried to pull away as I dragged the brush through the top, double teaming her tail until no knot remained. She let out a soft whimper as I pulled everything past the knots near the end of her tail. "S-sure-- ow...."

"Maybe you shouldn't constantly put that tie on your tail. It's nice and all, but you're getting knots all along the same place."

Darcy swung herself away, sitting diagonally across the couch. "Well, how do you wear yours?"

I looked back as I scooped her tail up in my hands and squeezed it end to end. "Hmm, long, but I do need to cut it. Something like your dad's would probably be better for work." I swung my tail around a bit, the confines of the couch jamming up my spine. "A bit breezy down there though...I'm not sure."

Darcy sighed as I swapped out the brushes for something less needly. Something to simply smooth out her tail and collect its hairs. "You used to complain it was too hot--"

I brushed down her tail a few times, my fingers following to gather up any forgotten strands. "Well it still is, I just don't complain about it anymore." I moved the brush around, pressing it up against her butt. "...I uh...."

Darcy peeked behind her. "You're keeping it there a while...."

I bit my tongue and pulled the brush down, sweeping up the underside of her tail. "Yeah, I'll do it after this." I swept up her tail, the line of orange amongst the black now prominent and straight. "Don't hit me."

"What why-- Wha?" She jumped forward as I dug my hand into her back pocket. I gave her ass a bit of a squeeze, the muscular beast not really all that squeezable from my position or her stance. Darcy turned and faced forward on the couch, sitting back and pinning my hand with her weight. "So, you just lost your hand for a while."

I sighed and scooted next to her in an effort to avoid jamming my right arm into oblivion. "I figured." I leaned against her, the only way to keep my elbow from aching. "...Bloody warm." I flexed my fingers, the heat in her simple jean pocket breaking through the usual cold that was buried in my fingers. "So, you never answered."

Darcy wiggled her flank. "Well, you can't come over without leaving Jewel alone, and it's been a few days...so, why not." She put her arm around my neck. "Now get your hand out of my pocket."

I pulled my hand free, butt warmth clinging to my digits. "Well don't sound so--" Darcy pulled me across her lap by my neck. She turned her legs towards me, pulling me up against her chest while the rest of me sat limp across her stomach and lap. I laid my head down across her breast, the soft creature beneath me giving way until I was seated calm and content against her. She leaned her head back, half spooning me as I lay across her body as best as the couch could provide.

She let out a soft groan, chest heaving slightly against my head. I couldn't speak, only watch as the tanned skinned mare dug her nails against my head, her left arm laying down across my chest. "I'll stay."

I let out a soft coo as Darcy's fingers went through my mane. I closed my eyes, leaving myself to Darcy. Her nails scratched against my scalp, causing short mumbles and moans as I adjusted to the mare holding me in place. "So that's what it sounds like."

I opened my eyes, face to Face with Darcy's bright green eyes. "Hmm?"

Darcy smiled and closed her eyes. "Nothing."

I knew what she meant, the soft grunts I was making were indeed reminiscent of something twisted. "Why must you bring that up? This was perfectly innocent until now."

Darcy twirled my mane around her finger. "It still is."

I sighed as she tugged at the knot she was making. "Is it?" I let out a small grunt as she pulled through the knot. Her left arm wrapped around my chest like a roller coaster safety bar. "Seems like this is going to lead somewhere bad."

Darcy leaned back, stretching us lengthwise across the couch until her cheek rested against my temple. "It doesn't have to."

I lifted my legs onto the couch, playing little spoon as Darcy leaned back. I switched from Darcy's breast to the arm of the couch, sandwiched between it and Darcy's own head. "Historically speaking, this leads to--"

"Well I'm different." She cooed, causing me to shudder as she blew past my ear. My cheeks lit up as she teased my scalp and kissed the very edge of my ear. "I'm alright like this."

I sighed loudly, letting myself be pulled back against  Darcy until my tail was squeezed between her thighs. "I don't have much of a say right now, do I?"

Darcy's breathing only managed to press us closer. "Not really." She buried her head in my mane. "You smell like pine cones."

I felt my cheeks flare up again. "Yeah well you smell like apples...."

Darcy adjusted herself. "I know."

I let out a long groan and pushed free. "Alright...I can't do this." I rolled off the couch, Darcy's hand grabbing my shirt and twisting me as I fell. "Ow-- Alright, I can't be little spoon...."

Darcy looked at me with a frown. "Really?"

"At least not on the couch...it's too small already." I got upright as quick as I could, Darcy simply staring at me as I brushed myself off. "Don't look at me like that...."

Darcy rolled her eyes and stood up. "You're so weird."

"I know, you know, we both know I'm weird." I rubbed my mouth with the flat of my hand. I sat down on the couch and laid down. "It just feels weird having you lay on top of me."

Darcy shrugged and laid down next to me, pulling my arm across the couch to use like a pillow. "Too bad. Next time I'm being big."

I shook my head as I threw my left arm around her, sitting with my elbow across her ribs and my hand against her stomach. I pulled her against me, resting my chin on her crown. "Fine...just feels better this way." I forced my leg over hers and back between her hooves.

Darcy chuckled softly. "Feels like you're wrapping around me."

I squeezed her, her soft cotton shirt smooth against my fingertips. "Shh...."

Darcy sighed and wiggled her way back against my body. "You shh."

I went slack, sunken into the couch and pressed against the back by Darcy. It felt secure, being wedged in like this felt tight and snug as I'd grown accustomed to throughout so many long winter nights. Jewel was already to bed, fed and watered. Sleeping on the couch wasn't exactly the best idea, but with what Rarity said I didn't want to risk getting thrown out for using her bed.

"Glass?"

"Hmm?"

Darcy let out a long sigh and reached for my hand. "I didn't get a goodnight kiss...."

I frowned hard. "I'm sorry...do you--" I stopped myself as I felt my hand dip down into her shirt. I went limp, not wanting to grab at her breast like an animal.

Darcy laughed softly. "Sorry, I know you said slow down...."

I bit my lip. "...I uh.... Uh...." I couldn't stand the warmth coming from her body, even as my hand rested gently atop her breasts. Darcy grabbed my middle finger and played with it.

"You gave Misty that necklace...it looks good."

I was out of it, focusing on trying to keep myself from jabbing her back. "Mmm...."

"So you don't mind touching her chest." Darcy dragged my finger to the edge of her bra.

I buried my face in her hair. "Mmm...."

Darcy guided my finger back and forth against the edge of her bra, dragging my nail across her warm skin. "So, do you feel weird touching mine?"

I huffed back the down of her neck. "Weird's not how I'd describe it."

"Mmm,"- she grabbed my hand and tucked it between her breast and her bra. -"weird now?"

Warm, soft. Perky nipple against the insides of my fingers. Smell of apples. Pressure on my groin. I couldn't see a thing.

I let her guide my hand down, cupping her breast with my index and thumb against her nipple. I lost control of my hand, my fingers closing on her and causing her to let out a soft mumble. "Mmph." She tensed under my hand, squeezing my leg with her hooves. A loud clatter followed as I digressed.

I could hear my heart beating in my ears, and before long I locked out everything but the warmth and the pressure of the mare against my belly. I hadn't done a thing, she'd guided me straight down her shirt without so much as a word in protest. And now here I was, mindlessly tweaking and playing like an idiot.

Darcy's voice devolved into gentle squeaks and moans as she settled in. There was no good night, there was no kiss, only two half ponies laying against each other into the night. I kept my face against her head, lost in her orange streaked mane. My hand remained pressed against her in her bra through the night, and for untold time after I went to sleep.

I didn't dream, and just as quickly as I'd gone to sleep, I was awake again.

I looked around, the sitting room clean and white. Darcy was still pressed against my stomach. But over us both, a blanket lay stretched out over us. "Oh no--"

"Oh yes." Vintage peeked into the room. "Oh yes...." He stood tall, legs unbound, Daughter resting on his back. "And you left our bed open, so thoughtful."

I slumped my head down against Darcy's, nearly breaking my nose sideways on the fall. "Oh god...."

Vintage laughed heartily. "Yeah, your little mare here had her shirt pulled down, so...I went ahead and threw a sheet over ya."

I groaned softly. I ran my hand up and down, Darcy was hanging out of her bra, out of her shirt, chest bare against the blankets. "... Great."

Vintage smiled at me, maroon head shaggy. "Oh, and you got a package. So hey, good night all around!"

I turned and jammed my head against the arm of Rarity's couch. "Sure. Great night, best part is I don't remember it."

Vintage trotted off, chuckling as he went. "That's how good nights go. Now, you want some breakfast?" Next Chapter: Box Estimated time remaining: 48 Minutes