Author's Note 1: Dropped the lewd tag idea. [Clop] tag on the chapter will only be reserved for actual clop.

“Jesus, Stel’. You’re definitely not pulling any punches tonight,” Fred voiced with mild concern between his snickering fits at her last comment.

Stella shrugged, uncaring.

“Nae I don’t see a problem. I think calling her an ‘unripened vegetable’ is a very fair, very legitimate comparison to get across just how fuckin’ retarded she is.”

Fredrick wheezed, shaking his head as the two leaned into one another’s body heat via their shoulders.

It was safe to say that the night had gone spectacularly.

Fredrick and Stella both mutually and silently agreed that any outing that ends with two individuals slinking away and making out for a couple of minutes ranked pretty highly on the ‘good nights’ scale. Even better, the night did not have to end right then, especially since the thestral—exuberant as ever—had a much better idea than to part ways for the remainder of the evening.

“Here, now try this shit,” Stella offered, changing the subject and presenting her glass to Fredrick right next to her.

The two were leaned up against the headboard, arm-to-arm on her bed, and the batpony had made it her first priority to prepare a drink of her newly gifted alcohol.

Fredrick took the iced glass in his hand and examined the liqueur, noting its deep namesake sapphire color… which he had to admit, looked ‘really fuckin’ cool like, holy shit.’

“Alright, let’s see if this ‘Northern Sapphire Cream Cutie’ lives up to your hype,” Fredrick said.

He brought the brim of the glass to his mouth and took a gentle, tentative sip whilst Stella looked on, eagerly awaiting his judgement on what she would consider her elixir of life. Fred first noted how cool the liquid was, which was expected considering it was on ice. Secondly, he noted its distinctively smooth taste… similar to Irish Creme that he was fond of but there was some other flavor that he just couldn’t place.

Whatever it was, it made this drink pop, and his eyes widened in pleasant surprise as his taste buds were assaulted with some odd hybrid of sweetness and light spice. He could taste the alcohol within, but it was mixed so perfectly with the other ingredients that he felt compelled to take an even larger gulp, much to Stella’s glee. Further, it slid down his gullet with nary a burn nor a struggle… but a tingly, fizzy feeling diffused throughout his esophagus; identical to what it felt like having magical energy act directly upon him.

He separated his lips from the glass.

“Fuck that went down smooth. Holy shit you weren’t joking that is good!” he exclaimed.

Stella gestured forward, giggling like a little child.

“Told ya, mate! You c’n finish that one. I’ll make one fresh in the glass when you’re done,” she added, crossing her legs into a lotus.

Fredrick did not need to be told twice, and he did just that. After downing the remnants and swirling the glass for any drop that he may have missed, he passed the glass back to Stella, who promptly refilled it for herself.

“Thanks!”

Stella only shot him a wink as she too was busy drinking down a full glass. Once finished, she clicked her lips and separated with a refreshing ‘ahhh,’ angling her gaze back towards her coltfriend beside her.

For some reason, she was incapable of not smiling at the moment.

“Sure thing, love,” she said.

And in that moment Fredrick caught himself staring, and not at her boobs or booty this time. No, his eyes were solely focused on that breathtaking, beautiful face of hers.

Had Stella always been this gorgeous? That was the question he was asking himself as he visually traced over her facial features. That immaculately tamed mane of hers… how her bangs trembled and swayed with gentle breezes and her own movements, gave him that constant urge to run his fingers through her sea of silky, navy blue.

Then there were those cheeks of hers, and those perpetual dimples she sported when she would smile her usual smile… which was all the time. Her teeth; those four sharp fangs of hers added to her intimidation factor, but in the sexiest way possible. Finally, he locked onto her eyes. Those golden, enigmatic pools and predatorial, vertical pupils promised him fun times to come.

Stella’s voice invaded his pensive staring.

“And just what do you think you’re lookin’ at all nyaffy like?”

Fred cocked a cheeky eyebrow of his own. It was time to get a little counter-rise out of her.

“A gorgeous mare.”

Stella recoiled subtly and her eyes widened for the briefest of moments. She pursed her lips and tore her gaze away from Fred’s as an annoying heat rose unbidden to her cheeks, providing them with a certain color that she did not wish to display.

She felt compelled to scratch the underside of her chin at the moment, and in a trademark ‘Stella fashion,’ she hesitantly replied:

“F-Fuck off.”

But, Fredrick knew exactly what that meant when he translated her words to proper English. He merely chuckled and leaned back against the headboard.

“You’re welcome.”

After fancying another sip, Stella took a calming breath and turned her attention back towards her best friend-recently-turned-coltfriend, to which Fred looked back in kind. Silence was common between them in tranquil moments, but this particular silence felt much too bloated to be one the standard, garden-variety times in which they just took a breather from conversation.

No, they were still very much conversating.

Stella lidded her eyes just a little bit, and in response, Fredrick placed his left hand atop of hers… all while still taking the liberty of eyeing up the mare next to him.

His mare.

By reflex, their fingers interlaced.

“You should take a picture. It’ll last longer,” Stella added with that mischievous upturn of her voice.

Fredrick halted his ministrations for the moment, and perked up as he remembered something.

“Well, now that you mention it…” he began, reaching for his right pocket.

Stella looked on inquisitively as the human fished out his ‘smartphone’ from his pocket; that odd-looking device that had captivated her over the months. It was the first piece of human technology that Fredrick had introduced her to, and though she understood how to operate it, Stella was still at a complete loss as to how it even existed or functioned. So, she took it as is and left the thinking to someone smarter than her.

She did enjoy it for his music collection, though.

“I did happen to catch a good picture or two of you.”

Stella cocked her head, eyes gleaming with eager curiosity. She then scooted up right against him so she could see the screen

“Aye? Show me show me show me! I’m normally not that fuckin’ picturesque in my opinion,” she voiced.

“Well, I hate to say it but you’re like, really wrong. Like, reeeaaaally fuckin’ wrong. Maybe you’re the one who’s the ‘unripened vegetable,’” Fredrick countered as he opened the photo app on his phone.

“Y’know, if I wanted my own comeback I’d stuff me hand down me pants,” Stella noted, laying her head on Fred’s shoulder as he oriented his phone landscape.

Scrolling through the pictures, he found the appropriate one and displayed it full screen. In front of her, Stella found a picture of herself in full Lunar Guard Soldier’s uniform, which fit her as immaculately as both of them expected. She had been leading from the front after a small marching drill that she had invited Fredrick to observe. They had been back in the rally hall and Fredrick had managed to capture a shot of her alone and facing forward. Rifle in her hand and at the low-ready, her face was not her usual cheeky nor confident smirk, but was instead one of business. Gone was her toothy demeanor, replaced by a soundless, snarling stoicism.

She was fierce.

“Huh…” Stella huffed. “I do look hot.”

Fredrick chuckled then wrapped his left arm around Stella and lay his head atop hers. He wasn’t gonna rub her concession in her face… at least this time.

“You should wear your uniforms more often; you look good in them.”

“You mean I look hot in them,” Stella corrected so pointedly, poking his stomach.

She then separated from him on account of being a tad warm from their shared body heat, much to Fredrick’s chagrin. As for the human, he only rolled his eyes and adjusted his position to face her easier.

Exaggerating his words, he replied:

“Why yes of course. You look sooooo hot. Do forgive me for the nuance.”

Stella, however, was unfazed at the sarcasm, and welcomed the words. Despite how he delivered them, she knew well that Fredrick’s assertion was genuine. After all, she determined at a very early stage that Fred was pretty stoked on her physicalities, among other things.

“Thas’ more like it, mate. Cheers.”

Fredrick glanced back to his phone screen one more time before he was to lock it… but then found something most disturbingly hilarious.

“Wait a minute…” he said somberly, narrowing his eyes at the picture.

Of course, Stella was curious about the sudden change in demeanor.

“W-What the fuck is it?” she asked, scooting right next to him again.

“Well then…” Fred began, exaggerating his surprised finding. “Look what we have here!”

He zoomed in on her hand by the stock of the rifle she was carrying and noted something quite amateur with massive, impending cheek.

“Is that your finger in the fucking trigger well?!”

The blood appeared to drain from Stella’s face as her eyes honed in on exactly what he was seeing; she surely was seeing it as well. Her pupils constricted to pinpricks as the denial surged forth.

“Fuuuuck off… bullshit I did that. LIES AND DECEITS!” she declared, crossing her arms.

“I’ve got no editing software,” Fredrick pointed out. “So this picture is exactly as is. I probably caught you when you were moving your fingers around.”

Stella pushed him away, pouting and deadpanning.

“Nae. Get that witchcraft outta m’face.”

Fredrick locked his phone and set it aside, then gazed back at the thestral, eyebrow raised and corner of his mouth slack.

“You guys literally perform magic and you call this witchcraft? Fuck outta here with that shit.”

Stella nudged Fredrick’s shoulder with her own, mildly upsetting his balance on his ass.

“Fuck you, twatboy.”

Of course, Fred had no intention of taking that lying down, so he reciprocated said nudge with a harder one, jolting Stella harshly as she nearly fell onto her side.

“Nah, go to your room,” he stated.

He, however, nearly fell off the bed when Stella pendulously nudged him back with even greater force.

“Oi’re you fuckin’ daft, mate? We’re in my room!” she exclaimed with a playful snarl.

This was not even Fredrick’s final form.

“Well…” he began, righting himself into a lotus position and running a hand through his hair. His stoic mouth devolved into a devilish smirk.

“Go to your room harder, bitch!” he declared, and on his last word, he nudged into Stella with all his might.

She was taken completely off guard, and Fredrick, as a result, ended up shoving her clean off the bed. The batpony yelped out shrilly as she met the cold, concrete ground with a mildly painful ‘oomph!’

It was Fredrick’s turn to pale, as the errant thought of him actually hurting Stella careened through his forethought. He scrambled to the edge of the bed.

“Shit! Stella, are you alright?” he called as he looked down over the edge of the bed, but instead of seeing an injured, damsel in distress in needing of some comfort…

...he found the usual Stella. Though he recoiled and crawled back as the mare in question sprang back onto the mattress with a predatory gleam in those golden eyes. She slowly began to advance on Fredrick on all fours.

“Oh, ye wanna play fuckin’ hardball, you cheeky cunt?”

This was about the time where the human felt it was wise to rethink his life choices.

“N-No, I really don’t…”

“Oh, I think you do, mate,” Stella shot back, pinning Fredrick under her by his shoulders, straddling his legs.

She leaned in, furrowing her brow impishly.

“We exploring personal boundaries now, hmm?”

She flashed him all of her teeth, revealing those pristine-white fangs in all of their glory. In return, Fredrick could only really stare back up at the thestral in an odd sense of anticipation. What he felt was about to lead to a vicious wrestling match between the two of them (it happened often; Stella won every time), instead ended up with the mare nigh-sensuously holding him down with all of her strength…

...at her mercy.

Her whim.

Fredrick donned a flirtatious smirk.

“M-Maybe we should.”

With that same, beamingly predatory smile that sent his stomach into a frenzy of butterflies from a latent, primal fear of sharp teeth.

And as those rapidfire thoughts concerning fight-or-flight began to wane in place of reason and logic, the more and more okay Fredrick was with this predicament. His breathing rate slowed considerably as he allowed himself to just get lost in those pools of scheming, gleaming gold above him. Those vertical slits for irises, in conjunction with everything, suddenly got him going again… though blood was instead rushing south for the winter.

Stella had to have felt it against her inner thigh… because if she didn’t, she either had nerve damage, or she was intentionally ignoring it.

Suddenly, Stella relaxed her posture and sighed out, looking away forlornly.

“Fredrick… what’re we doing?” she dared to ask, pursing her lips.

Fredrick's heart and stomach simultaneously sank into the lowest pits of his body and nearly came out his ass.

Oh please don’t fuckin’ tell me! Bonerkill…

He gulped once before delivering his trepiditious response.

“Y-You’re having second thoughts about us, Stel’?”

She looked down at him with such a bemused expression, taken aback like he had just insulted her mother.

“Fuck nae! I’m just wondering what we’re doing… as in, why we’re knocking about with smalltalk and there’s a distinct lack of mouth suckin’ at the moment!”

Fredrick stared back blankly, hands finding their mantle atop Stella’s thighs.

Boner resurrect!

“Where have you been all my life?!” Fredrick demanded. “And don’t fucking scare me like that, holy shit.”

Stella chuckled, leaning forward with her much more usual smirk and putting a little extra emphasis into her arms squeezing her chest.

Fred noticed. He always noticed.

“It’s my job to keep you on edge… in all senses,” she added, lidding her eyes and tracing her upper-right fang with her tongue.

Her sensuous little act elicited a subconscious, reciprocal lip-bite from Fredrick, who was keen on keeping his eyes perfectly trained on hers. He ran the palms of his hand firmly against those tough, muscular, yet velvety smooth thighs of hers in response.

His turn to re-raise that eyebrow and one-up the flirting.

“Oh really?” he bantered. “I’m really liking the sound of that… especially coming from you.”

The two chuckled (if a bit awkwardly) whilst Stella leaned in and softened her gaze, running the side of her muzzle against Fredrick’s nose and just letting them feel each other’s steamy breath upon their faces. Fredrick could feel the tiniest fibres of her coat brush against his hyper-sensitive skin, sending the most innocuous, yet powerful tingles through his face and goosebumps making themselves obvious.

Their eyes were barely open by this point, and both opted to exchange sight at the moment for raw feeling. Stella lay herself flush atop of Fredrick, putting extra emphasis on pressing her chest against his whilst their mouths remained negligibly apart.

“You’re gonna love a lot of things coming from me… mark me words, love,” she alluded with nary but a whisper…

…and with that, she tightened her grip on Fredrick’s shirt and pressed her muzzle forward, joining the two of them at the lips for the second time this evening.

And at that moment, the world around Fredrick melted away, leaving only him and Stella to exist in their little physical and metaphysical reality. Her initial touch radiated a profound warmth through his entire body, diffusing outward from his chest like a birthing puddle... sending his heart into a renewed flutter and a lustful heat to his core. His stomach did flips and his brain did flops as he struggled to match Stella’s lip aggression with aggression of his own, though to admittedly little avail.

Thus, in one of his last coherent thoughts before the ethereal veil of hormones took him over, he transferred all mental processes to his reflexes and instincts.

Still, her lips hit such a wonderful spot on him, that he could not even stifle a small groan.

Stella apparently heard that, as she loosed another chuckle upon a one-second separation, then dove back in once both had their fill of some air.

The thestral mare planted her knees on either side of Fred’s hips and slid both of her hands up to his face, gingerly cupping his cheeks as she lowered her hips to meet his. Both sets of eyes remained dutifully closed as their lips continued their all-out war against one another, the aggressiveness of their fusions and separations absolutely refusing to plateau. Stella was not in any better straits than Fredrick, as she too was flooded with so many emotions that she did not know she even harbored until now.

She knew she liked Fredrick in this way; that never changed. But the previous kissing session—as well as this one—were the figurative opening of the floodgates to more profound feelings about the human beneath her, and just how much she had come to respect and care for the odd creature she called her best mate.

The sounds of lips smacking together in conjunction with pleasurable sighs and inhales continued in earnest as the new couple further melted into each other’s embrace. Gone were the whimsical, flirtatious smiles, with ones of determination and a carnal need for satisfaction dominating in their stead.

Fredrick’s hands homed in on her back, right under her folded wings as he began to trace lines up and down through her tank top… all while doing his best to make sure she did not completely dominate his mouth. It still was taking time to process that his incredibly hot best friend (who was now his de facto girlfriend) was literally subjecting him to her will at the moment and trying her damndest to suck his lips off. Knowing that she could do whatever that crazy mind of hers desired sent untold amounts of hybrid anticipation and pleasure shooting through his veins.

Stella pulled back a mere centimeter and parted her lips, to which Fredrick mimicked in kind. Their synchronized breaths rushed into each other’s mouths and bade each other to continue onward… nay, exhorted them to reattach themselves at the mouth and release the pent up inferno that had been held at bay for so long.

Tit for tat in who would initiate what, Fredrick inched his tongue forward… and Stella hers. The tips of their wet muscles touched for the first time and took little hesitancy in acquainting themselves with one another. Their mouthscape a microcosm of their bodies, their tongues melded into their mutual, welcoming embrace, and their sizzling makeout continued in earnest.

Fredrick placed both of his hands on the nape of Stella’s neck and held her there as both parties conscripted their tongues to wage their ferocious, lust driven battle on their behalves. Gentle coos and hums competed for supremacy in the heat of the now-warmer night, vying for dominance as to who could extort more emotion and lust out of the other.

Though their hands held firmly on each other on the off chance any of them had bright ideas of leaving, biology still won out in the end… and the two felt the pleasurable rush of cool, night-air enter into their lungs upon separating fully. Looking upon each other for the first time in well-over five minutes, Stella and Fredrick found one another with visibly colored cheeks and impossibly obvious smiles.

Out of breath, panting, and faces playing host to a surreal lightheadedness, both were more than satisfied.

Stella broke the silence first with a dreamy inflection:

“Fuck me… you’re not so bad at this, y’know~.”

Fred lidded his eyes, yet still managed a deadpan.

“You do know I’ve done this before, right? Heck you know I’ve had sex before. A fair amount of times, actually,” he noted.

“That proves fuck all,” Stella countered, running her right index finger over his chest. “You can make out and fuck all you want… still won’t change the fact if you’re terrible at it.”

“True,” Fred conceded.

No more needed to be said at the moment, and Stella was back in business with her mouth right where it belonged: against his. But, that didn’t last long as she separated with an erotic, wet-sounding smack before burying her muzzle in the crook of Fredrick’s neck.

“Fuck…” he groaned at feeling her breathing and her lips in a spot he did not wish to admit he was sensitive in.

Like Stella gave a single shit.

Confidently in control, the batpony mare barely grazed her lips against his subtly perspiring skin, up his neck and cheek, all the way back to his lips… but promptly removed herself yet again to deliver a long, tantalizing lick up the side of his face.

“Jeeesus, Stella…” Fredrick nearly blurted at the sudden, foreign gesture.

He didn’t tell her to stop, though.

However, Stella did bite her lip and release a pent up groan, pressing her crotch right into his bulge as she took a long whiff of his scent from the same crook of his neck. Her eyes rolled back a bit behind her eyelids as she sought to take in more of him… he was clean and smelt prominently of a formal cologne, but it made no difference to her.

She wanted him.

By Luna’s beautiful Night Sky did she want to just rip her bottoms off and bury that hard dick of his deep into her swollen depths.

But she knew well that could come later, whenever Fredrick felt like not being risk aversive. For now, she was perfectly content with getting her kicks by opening her mouth against him.

And Fredrick felt a surge of raw adrenaline when he felt all four of her fangs against his neck, to which Stella only scraped their tips as she gnawed her way up. He could feel her, grazing those sharp fangs that could easily puncture his skin, up and down one of his most vulnerable spots.

The faucet wasn’t the only thing leaking at this point.

And in one final bit of sexually enticing torment, Stella actually did bite down hard, right on his shoulder. He could feel that the slightest bit of extra force would send her teeth straight through his shirt and deep into his deltoid…

...but she refrained, and released her hold on him. There would be four distinct marks on him in the morning.

But only then did they truly separate, with Stella sitting up fully and leering down at her prey.

Fred let his hands roam down to her waist and pressed the lower half of his palm up against the exposed flesh and coat of Stella’s toned midriff, which had ridden up slightly during their little… oral altercation.

She took notice of his hand placement immediately, her eyes showing of inquisitiveness combined with that deathly cute ‘o’-shape of her mouth as she glanced downward.

She then flicked her eyes upward to meet Fred’s… all with that same confident, toothy smile that he had come to absolutely love about her.

“Night after the first date an’ you’re already gettin’ handsy with me, eh?” she teased, running both of her hands over his chest, which further pronounced her chest between her biceps.

“Speak for fucking yourself,” Fred shot back, his eyes trailing down her enticing form to notice just how ‘handsy’ she was being with him.

“True~,” she admitted, but her features—somehow—became even more playfully sinister.

Trailing her hands down his chest to his abdomen, Stella then beelined straight for the hem of her nicely fitted tank top, linking her fingers underneath before purring to the man beneath her:

“Mind if I get more comfortable, stud?”

Like Fred even had to think of a response to that.

“By all means, hotstuff” he said with a horny grin of his own.

His face showed naught but hunger for the mare unrelentingly keeping him pinned by the torso, but internally, he wanted to kill himself at his last spoken word.

Did you really just call her ‘hotstuff?’ You wanna dry her up? That’s how you dry her up.

Stella apparently did not hear or did not care to give credence to his odd choice of word, as she only bit her lip and leaned forward, shimmying her chest enticingly for a mere second… too short of time in Fredrick’s opinion. Righting her posture and sitting up straight, her hooked fingers began peeling that tank top over her head with a certain grace yet lack of restraint that only someone like Stella was capable of.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl for Fredrick as the teal-blue fabric gradually covered less and less of her torso. He watched raptly as her slim stomach became on full display, and how her toned and vaguely defined musculature through her coat framed her cute little navel. Then with one final motion, Stella disregarded all inhibitions and tossed away the now-useless garment as her bra-clad, full breasts bounced free of their first restraints.

As he previously noted, Fredric had seen Stella in quite the lack of clothing, especially in her bikini which was kind of the same idea. Still, somehow this time felt… different. Her mouthwatering cleavage was perfectly framed in the bland, black-bra as he would come to expect, but there was just something extra magical about having this powerful, lithe mare atop of him.

Knowing full-well that she commanded his entire attention, Stella re-equipped that seductive complexion and ran her hands up her own body. She traced similar lines up her tummy but took little qualm in cupping both of her covered breasts and squeezing them together, ever emphasizing the more-than-modest cleavage that she possessed. Stella had Fredrick exactly where she wanted him, and she lost count of the times that she wished she could just tease him so cruelly like this.

But it would not have been for nothing…

She’d’ve let him have his way with her.

Fredrick’s lips parted as he struggled to keep a coherent, consistent breathing rate; he could probably score an 11 on the Mohs Hardness Scale. He dared not peel his eyes from the hypnotic display that was happening right on his bulged pants.

His eyes widened moderately when Stella ceased massaging her mammaries and slid both her hands behind her back.

“One question,” she purred.

There was a distinct sound of a harness unclasping.

“Bra on or off?”

Fredrick’s mind went blank for a moment as his response of ‘TAKE IT OOOOOOOOFFFFF!!!’ refused to materialize. His throat was sufficiently dry at the moment and he had to clear his throat, though in the meantime, Stella wasn’t particularly amused.

“I swear to me fuckin’ minge if you say ‘keep it on…’ you fuckin’ prude…”

She, unfortunately, gave Fred an opening to fuck with her… one he never turned down, even with this new prospect of seeing tiddies.

“Hey, you gave me the choice, don’t get mad if I make a friggin’ selection, sheesh,” his natural elements of sarcasm and banter spoke on his behalf.

Stella re-hooked her bra and let her hands fall to her sides with an exasperated sigh.

“So do you enjoy wetting the fuckin’ garden and not planting a goddamn thing?”

Fred couldn’t help but laugh out loud at that analogy, though he sought to deliver some consolation by way of continuing to hold her waist tenderly.

“Nah, I just like to mess with you for all the times you sexually harass me… and everyone else for that matter,” he quickly corrected upon a second thought.

Stella pointed a lone finger at him.

“Oi, I don’t ‘sexually harass’ everypony…”

She then snatched up both of his hands and planted them directly onto her tits, and by his bodily reflex, he squeezed them nice and firmly.

Though half of his touch was taken up by fabric, the tips of Fred’s fingers sank softly into her firm, velvety pillows… but before he could enjoy it at all, Stella batted his hands away.

And her erotic smile returned full force.

“...I only sexually harass you.”

Fredrick would find out that he would pay dearly for his little joking act of defiance: she kept the bra on, as per his undisclosed desires… but further, that was the only time she let him touch her glorious chesticles that evening.

And true to her nature, Stella would do everything to ensure Fredrick received midnight-blue balls.

Needless to say, he learned his lesson.

Work was… well, work.

But here in Equestria, Fredrick always reflected on the idea that he was given a job that he loved to do. That wasn’t to say that he did not like his profession back on Earth; quite the contrary. An applied econometrician paid quite well starting in his particular field and company.

Here, however, the differences were noticeable instantly.

Fredrick entered into his room humming subconsciously to himself, all with a perpetual smirk on his face. All the while, he continued to note those same differences: Back on Earth, his job entailed him staring at a computer screen quite a bit. The lack of computers here in Equestria made his job a little more interesting, especially when Celestia would task him with something more quantitatively analytical. Still, Fred did not go to university and do the amount of analysis on ‘all this fuckin’ paper’ for nothing… so he made do.

But that wasn’t the entire charm of his job.

Fredrick continued to let his mind wander off with some stranger in a white van as he sealed himself inside his room and began the nightly ritual of dressing into something more comfortable. Celestia was an absolute joy to work with, and he could eagerly say that he had learned a plethora of new things and perspectives working under her. Further, he was not confined to just his desk; his duties often entailed him tailing her (and Luna, since their setting up of a ‘Combined Court’) during her sessions and offering his aforementioned analyses and insights when appropriate.

Tossing aside his work clothes and jacket, Fredrick was content to just jump into bed and rest his eyes for a few moments before this evening.

Stella had two nights off, and tonight she’d spend with him.

Awesome possum.

As he actioned his previously mentioned game plan with a plain-white, baggy t-shirt and his boxers, his mind drifted appropriately from work reflection to something a little more somber.

Light complacency often brought back some good memories of a world seven months past.

Thoughts of his parents, his best friends, and his sister entered into his forethought and did a proper job of depressing his mood; thoughts like these tended to be shit company, after all.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to go for any alcohol to help bat these less-than-welcome-at-the-moment memories, as his door opening and slamming inward did a much better job than any elixir could at startling him ramrod.

“FREDRICK!” came Stella’s raucous, excited bellow with barely a second passing before she slammed the door shut behind her with equal force.

As he calmed his heart and sat in a lotus position on his bed, Fredrick wondered why he even bothered with doors with this mare. Flashing an annoyed, if tired glance at his marefriend, such a face could not withstand the ethereal force of Stella’s beaming face, sexy exuberance, and gorgeous body garbed in a rather standard black V-neck and coordinating short shorts.

Nevertheless, Fredrick’s sarcastic response came:

“Yes, my dear?”

At his beckoning, Stella was not hesitant in the slightest to sprint towards him and flop down on the bed next to him. Lying down next to him, she stared up at him with those large eyes and fluttered her lashes, to which Fredrick only stared back down at her with a goofy, early-relationship love struck smile.

“Can I help you?”

Still, Stella wasn’t really forthcoming with answers. Instead, she held up two fingers in a ‘v’ and presented them to Fredrick’s face. The human eyed her digits with a raised eyebrow as the batpony caressed his cheek, then his chin… and then his lips.

Fredrick thought he’d be playful and chomp at her two fingers, but the moment he moved to action that, Stella thrust said digits forward into the back of his throat. His eyes widened comically at the sudden activation of his gag reflex, and he promptly pulled away from her.

“GHAAACH! Jesus Christ what the hell was that for?!” he demanded.

Stella dutifully continued to hold up those (now saliva-coated) fingers. Finally speaking, she simply stated:

“Two weeks,” she said with a more neutral tone, ignoring Fred’s irritated outburst.

“Wait… until what??” the human asked, scooting back up next to his prone marefriend and looking down at her. He had every intention of asking her if her action was at all necessary to relay that point.

But this was Stella. Of course it was necessary.

He, by reflex, ran his fingers across her forehead and brushed some bangs out of the way of her eyes, a gesture she appreciated by way of closing said eyes to relish in his touch. Still, she playfully batted his hand away with a tiny giggle.

“Heh, fuck off… but coordinate with Princess Celestia Sunarse and request five days off, two weeks from tomorrow,” Stella stated so bluntly.

She then rolled onto her side, stretching her arm up and out with a cute yawn.

“We’re going on a trip.”

“A trip?” Fred asked, then bobbed his head in consideration. “Huh, I could use one. Sure! Time off shouldn’t be an issue at all. Where’re we headed?”

“Well,” Stella began. “I’ve got some leave time saved up and since you and I are pretty much together now…”

“ ‘Pretty much?’ ” Fredrick interjected sarcastically, to which Stella rolled her eyes.

“You know what the fuck I meant… Nae actually, ‘pretty much’ is right: I still frequent gettin’ flogged by three minotaurs at the same time on Tuesday afternoons,” she returned fire with her own sarcastic comeback.

Fredrick considered this reality through a series of lighthearted chuckles.

“I actually probably wouldn’t even be mad… I’d be more impressed that you’re still alive, to be completely honest.”

“ANYWAY!” Stella regained the reins of the conversation before they derailed further.

“Since we’re, as ponies say, an ‘item’ now, and since I usually go back home when I have extended leave available, you...”

She poked Fredrick’s nose.

“...get to come with me to the bright, sun kissed and happy frolicking fuckin’ pleasantries-filled Northern Mountain Range!” she concluded with a grandiose gesture of her hands outward.

That normally should have been a cause for rejoice; a several-day long trip with the mare of his affections would be exactly what he needed to recoup his thoughts after hard work.

The deeper implications of her extended invitation, however, were all that dominated his now frozen mind.

The lack of immediate response from Fredrick, who was just staring at her stoically, was cue enough for Stella to continue once again:

“And by ‘bright, sun kissed and happy frolicking fuckin’ pleasantries-filled,’ I mean foggy, rainy, angry, and sometimes claustrophobic. Further, you get to come with me…

“...because me family wants to meet you!”

Fredrick blinked.

“...Wat?”

Stella beamed once again with an almost oblivious smile.

“I know, right?! They've never wanted tae meet any of me colt friends in the past… and it’s only been four days since we became ‘us!’ So I'd consider it a massive honor, ya lucky fuck!” she said, pressing her fist into his shoulder.

In the shrouded depths of his mind, however, Fredrick was exactly the opposite of honored. He was terrified on two levels: firstly, he’d be meeting her family, and most importantly, her parents. He had little idea how they would take to him, especially in a new society such as this.

Secondly, he had always found Stella intimidating, though that diminished gradually over time.

He was gonna be in a room of ponies related to this bitch.

The genes that spawned her.

He remarked under his breath:

“This is how I die, huh?”

“Hmm?”

“Nothing! Just pretty excited actually!” he lied with a nervous smile.

“If the rest of your family is like you, I think we’ll get along just fine.”

Stella giggled into her hand, then pointed towards his bathroom.

“Y’know you’re supposed tae shit yerself in there, not here, right?” she stated, barely keeping her composure at seeing right through Fred’s nervous fib.

His deadpan could sink navies.

“Oh you know what??” Fredrick began rhetorically, eyeing the mare beneath him with a playfully sinister smirk.

He then launched himself on top of her and began digging his fingers into her sides, unleashing a tickling barrage to span the ages. The reaction was immediate as Stella burst into uproarious laughter, flailing her legs and pushing against the man above her in any attempt to stifle his sudden burst of courage.

“GAHH!! FREDRICK GET OFF ME YOU CUNT!” Stella squealed, though her demand appeared token at best.

“I’LL SHIT MYSELF ON YOU, BITCH!” he declared through barred teeth and devious smile.

Once she had actually gotten a proper grip on his wrists was when he decided to let up on his onslaught. The two were left panting and in a mutual giggle, though in stark contrast to how they would normally end with Stella being in the more dominant position.

Neither seemed bothered by this in the slightest, and in fact, that heat that had become all too familiar over the more recent past began to well up within both of them. Fredrick was still much more bashful about it, and had to divert his attention elsewhere whilst Stella continued to stare sultrily up at him with an equally-colored complexion.

She honestly never failed to send his heart racing.

“So,” the batpony piped up. “You gonna stop worrying for once in yer fuckin’ life and get down here an’ kiss me like you know you want to?”

A final lip-bite with that stroke-inducing snaggle-fang and a wink were all the convincing Fredrick needed to take the gorgeous pony up on her words.

“Oooh! Mmmm…” came Stella’s immediate surprise and coo at his eagerness.

Ever since that first night, she had been amazed at the change in confidence he exuded. Fredrick always took an enormous sense of pride in what he did and how he carried himself, which was something that Stella continually admired about the displaced human.

His cheeky sarcasm was just a bonus.

As they slipped into another heated makeout session with Stella being the submissive one (more than fine by her at the moment), she was again reminded as to why she even felt the way she did about him… why every time she looked at him, she had the strongest urge to impress him with her bravado and abrasiveness… to tease him and goad him to elicit those reactions that were the tell-all to how much he wanted her. One such reaction was to the attention he was lavishing her with currently.

She cared what he thought of her.

Like… a lot.

And she was quite okay with that.

“Ah! Right there, mmph! Bite me neck there again!”

I bet you thought they were gonna bone already.

Nope. Chuck Testa.

Oh, what was the picture Fredrick managed to capture? Pretty much this:

Done by my good friend Ravvij. You can see more of his awesome work on his Deviantart! Seriously, go see that shit!

Also, I went a bit ahead and published without the entire thing being preread by the awesome Eppie, so don't be shy to point out if I missed any errors... I can't find any after going through this twice but I know they're there, waiting to embarrass me. All I ask is that if you do point out errors this time, kindly leave a comment or critique on the chapter itself as well if you feel so inclined

Oh also, Fred is l'fucked.