Author's Notes:

So, basically this got edited before 14. I decided to make it it's own chapter.

In you don't remember the reference... Then realize that this chapter is basically Erotica. Though I contend that it adds something to the characters.

Enjoy!

The room had a made up double mattress, not too big, not too small, and perfect for holding a healing Permittivity. I helped him over to it and watched him as his blue magic pulled the sheets up. With a gentle push, I laid him down and watched his face lose some of the pain it had been showing.

“Thank you, Icepick. Thank you for everything you’ve done.”

“Pssh, I know you would do the same for me. Besides, the moment you kissed me you became mine.” I paused and bit my lips as he looked at me with a new nervousness in his eyes. “That wasn’t weird, right? I’m still getting used to the whole idea of-” I had been standing with my head close to his, kind of leaning over him, but the feeling of magic over my body caught me off guard until I felt his muzzle press against mine. At that moment the magical push stopped, and I felt my entire body relax as he kissed me. Before I knew what I was doing, I lifted my legs and pulled myself up onto the bed, laying atop him as his tongue pushed against my lips. This time I decided to let him in. The feeling of his tongue pushing into my warm muzzle had me gently moan, especially as I felt his fore hooves drift up my body and onto my flanks…

What felt like minutes passed as we swapped spit, before stopping to catch our breath. “So, do you regret that first kiss?” I asked him while wearing the same smirk that always drove my superiors crazy. I felt comfortable around him. He hadn’t pushed me away when I showed affection beyond the purely sexual. Perm thanked me for helping him out, here with the bed, and with that save earlier. He wasn’t like other stallions; not too stubborn to admit he needed help, or to admit he had feelings. He made me laugh, he made me question everything and he wanted to help me be a better pony. He also made me want to hit him fairly regularly, but that might have been part of his appeal…

“I’m glad I lived to answer that question,” he said with a smile of his own. I felt him pull up my tail with his magic while he squeezed my flanks. Yep, he wanted me.
“And that answer is?” I asked him as his magic pressed against my marehood and spread me just the slightest bit apart. A slight moan punctuated my question.

“I think you’re the mare of my dreams.”

I felt my stomach go crazy as his eyes bore into mine. I couldn’t respond to that in any other way than to kiss him. Even that was nothing compared to the way he turned my legs to jelly with his teasing magic, his practiced attempts to bring my clit out into the steamy air.

I couldn’t let this unicorn defeat me, so even as he copped a feel and made me lightheaded, I lifted my hips up before pressing back forcefully against his crotch. His eyes opened widely as I felt a telltale hardness down there. Our lips parted and we just looked at each other for a moment. On some level, we both knew that we were on the precipice of taking this relationship somewhere we both wanted it to go. Even some far-off part of me realized that down the line, our foals would definitely have blue eyes. His breathing was a little too heavy, and even if he was hard, I knew I would have to do all the work. It would be enjoyable, but I knew that it wouldn’t be all that a first time could be.

“I-Icepick, would you like to-” he asked with a mixed hesitation and excitedness in his voice, and as I rolled over into the spot next to him and cut him off he seemed relieved. My eyes drifted down to his length. He certainly had enough blood to fill it up.

“Yes, but do really want this to be our first time?” He looked at me strangely. And his member managed to twitch in front of my eyes. Okay, I had to cop a feel. I stuck my hoof out and rubbed against the base of his hard cock. He groaned and smiled an easy smile at me. I did the same, even if my heart was thumping in my chest. Somehow, it was different being next to him. Every look he gave me, every touch and every moan he made drove me crazy.

“Honestly, I thought it would be me asking that kind of question, but perhaps not.” Maybe his cock and his brain were working on different wavelengths because his left forehoof drifted over to my stomach and ran a tight circle around my tits. A drop of pre dripped down his stallionhood as my hind legs opened up. Without missing a beat, he began to run his hoof over the inside of my hind legs before finally lightly pressing up against my pussy…

“Damn, are you pent up too? It’s been like a month and a half for me,” I said as my hoof picked up speed as it rubbed over his cock, and I pressed my body against his. Our heads turned to face each other, almost like that first night in Copper Springs. No, exactly like that night in Copper Springs, just with that sexual tension finally snapping like an over stretched rubber band. I felt my hoof grow wet with his pre, and as even as I spread it over his length I couldn’t keep up. Well, I had to do something. With his eyes glued to mine I brought my coated hoof to my lips and cleaned it. He swallowed hard as his cock twitched and spurted more pre.

“Not nearly as much,” he replied simply, before dipping his head over my neck and nipping at the skin. I moaned and ground my hips up into his hoof. He then moved his head back up to smile at me before bringing his own hoof over to his lips, mimicking me, before lapping at it like a thirsty dog.

It was fucking hot, so I took the opportunity to lock lips with him, and with a rub directly on his cock head, I forced his mouth open. The kiss became sloppier and sloppier as I took control and explored his mouth for the first time. And when I climbed on top of him, leaving my wet cunt to rub against his cock, he gave me the most smoldering look I had ever seen on a pony. He wanted me, and I wanted him, but for the first time in my life, I loved him. And I had a sneaking suspicion that he was falling for me too… And so it was that I lifted my body straight up and with a hoof guided his cockhead against my slit. Less than twelve hours ago, I thought I had lost the stallion of my dreams. Now, as I dropped my hips slowly - I looked down at him as my tongue lolled out of my mouth - I was finally bedding him, and it was exactly as good as I thought it would be.
I remembered the first time I had fallen asleep beside him; his light snoring and his unrelenting smell of stallion, and how I had initially hated him. Now though, he made me believe in fate. In a higher power… And hope. This city… these ponies would never have known about us Rangers without him.

When my hips hit his I took in a deep breath and just enjoyed the feeling of fullness. For a unicorn he packed a punch. He wasn’t the longest guy ever, but he was girthy… And before I had time to think further he drove upwards into me making me fall forwards and brace myself on his chest. Before the ornery stallion could do it again and break every doctor's order in the book, I pulled myself up and dropped onto his length again, my moan echoing across the former room of my friend. I had to thank him for not sleeping with me. The feeling of him pushing against my dripping walls made everything fall away, all the pain, all the alienation, all the doubts about his origin… I loved him. I loved his voice, his eyes that reminded me of pictures of glaciers, I loved that he was brave.

Permittivity groaned as I rode him, my hips slamming into his thighs over and over again as I felt my clit begin to wink out. Through it all, I was lost in his eyes, his scars and the feeling of his heart pounding under my hooves. I was invested in him, it was something that I couldn’t help but love. Endorphins started circulating in a way they hadn’t since Reflex…

And with a tempo that made the bed springs squeak, we continued. Minutes passed with the both of us becoming red in the face and increasingly breathless. His cock spreading me out even as I began to tighten up, my tummy increasingly full of tension, before-

“Icepick!” he moaned as I felt his cock begin to flare inside of me. All his previous stimulation had led to this moment, when I finally felt my clit wink out against his throbbing cock and stay there. I looked into his eyes and saw something I had never seen in them before: bliss. So, when I finally felt those twitches that signaled his end, he rammed himself back in me as hard as his exhausted body could bare. He chose that moment to squeeze my ass and send a touch of electricity through my clit.

“Perm!” I moaned out loud as that tension in my belly became the best orgasm I had ever had. Somewhere in the back of my mind, behind the mess that I had just become, I felt the thick squirts of cum filling my pussy. I fell onto his chest panting and looked down to see the wet white-streaked mess that was our joining. “Really, uh, Perm? That was fucking shocking.” I could feel him breathing heavily, even as his cock began to shrink inside of me. Maybe it wasn’t a fairy tale bedding, but we weren’t exactly a fairy tale couple.

Moments passed, and I rolled off of him and without consulting him, twisted and began licking up and down his dirty shaft, scarfing down my first serving of him. His cute desperate little half-moans filled the air and he got about halfway hard before he managed to sputter out, “P-please Icepick. I probably shouldn’t have rutted once, twice is pushing it in my condition.”

“G-good point,” I replied. I quit my ministrations and moved my head back up towards his, laying a hoof across his body as the afterglow began to hit me in full force. That fucking Arabian had stopped me from getting a second round. Then again, I had probably liquified him… Fair was fair, I suppose.

I gently nuzzled Perm and listened to him breath, even as his breathing became the deep breaths of sleep. Normally I’d hold that against a stallion, but not him. Not now. No, I was as content as I could ever remember being, even in a strange city, in a stranger’s house. My stomach was full of butterflies, and my brain was fuzzy. If these weren’t the signs of being in love I had heard about, that I had felt years ago for Reflex, then I would eat my saddlebag. The disgusting one that still smelled like decomposing head. That same feeling of comfort, that energy flowing through me that made me realize my heart was beating fast… It remained as I watched him sleep. My conundrum of a stallion. The one I would never lose again. Eventually, I yawned and managed to fade to black with my head on the same pillow as the stallion I loved. The same stallion who I had known for a long time, who had saved me, and been saved by me. The stallion that would maybe just stick by me because he loved me back.