The next day at the pond set a precedent that would follow for all the days to come, up until the final breaking point of negotiations. That is, a span of about two weeks before you finally caved and decided to talk to Glimmer Wing's parents in person—er, horse-person.

When you got to the pond, the scene was too idyllic to suggest anything beyond the sweetest and most work-safe notion of romance. Birds fluttered by in the trees, robins and sparrows and yellow and blue ones the author of this story isn't smart enough to know the names of, and ponies were having picnics underneath giant oaks or willows or other tall-standing arboreal entities, the park was a bit of a mish-mash of all the pieces of nature in a single slice, maybe. Somepony was selling cakes and lemonade near the entrance, and for three bits you could get your picture taken with your special somepony before you left. 'Couples destination' wasn't spray-painted across the park sign, but it may as well have been.

What Glimmer Wing turned it into was something remarkably less PG-13.

It was easy enough to get a boat—there were plenty free in the middle of the week, while more hard-working or cliche ponies waited for the weekend to go on their romantic outings. You brought a small basket of pastries and sandwiches (vegetarian, as was the custom) with you, but Glimmer Wing just brought herself, wearing a fancy new dress you hadn't seen before, black with red trim that hugged her curves more suggestively than you suspected was usual for a piece of filly's clothing. When she met you, she giggled and spun around to show you every side of her outfit, and when her dress kicked up with the motion of her spin, you were sure you caught a glimpse of silver-blue panties underneath.

Somehow a pony wearing clothes was immediately more sexual than one that was normally naked. How in Equestria did that work?

But when you sat down, and Glimmer sat next to you, your faces were inordinately close. Practically touching.

"Hey," you said, as it was all you could think of to say besides do.

"Hey," Glimmer Wing said back to you. You could feel her breath on your face.

"We're not supposed to kiss," you said, but didn't pull away at all. You could count the sparkles in her eyes.

"I know," she said. "We're not supposed to."

"Right."

"But what if we did?"

The question hung in the air for a moment. The boat had only slowly begun to drift out to the center of the pond, paddling itself by some magical mechanism. A pony could do the paddling too, if they wanted, but right now both you and Glimmer were occupied with other things.

Glimmer Wing's nose touched yours. You could feel the warmth of her skin through her coat, her soft, sky-blue mingling with the silver of her mane, jutting out against the bold red highlights on her dress. You could feel the tiny shivers in her breath as she hovered close to you, lips pursed, unpursed, licked, inches away but never touching.

"I don't know," you said, finally, dumbly. It felt, again, like the only thing to say.

Glimmer Wing put her hoof on your chest.

"This is okay though, right?"

"I don't know," you said again.

The boat began to drift to the far side of the pond, shadowed by willow trees and half-covered in lily-pads. The ducks around that section were clustered, squonking noisily at a group of ponies attempting to enjoy their picnic nearby. There was bread, and they could smell it.

Glimmer Wing moved her hoof lower, down to your stomach, resting just above your belt.

"We shouldn't do that," you said, mustering every bit of willpower to put your hand over her hoof and keep it in place, rather than moving further downward. "Your parents wouldn't like it."

"I know," she said, and looked at you with deep, pouting eyes.

"But what if we did?"

And there her hoof remained for the rest of the date.

Then her other hoof took your free hand and put it on her shoulder, next to her neck, pale and glimmering like the moonlight. Your fingers resting their felt heavy, worried with anticipation, begging to be let to dance and parade around Glimmer Wing's soft skin and fur until she was cooing and wriggling against your chest.

Glimmer Wing guided your hand lower, just resting above the spot between her legs you were certainly not allowed to touch, in her parent's interpretation of events, anyway.

"We really shouldn't," you said. Only the refrain was echoing through now, none of it held substance. You felt like you'd let Glimmer Wing do whatever she wanted to you.

"But what if we did," she said simply. She rubbed your hand back and forth on her stomach, and her fur there seemed the softest yet, like the belly of a show cat, and when you finally let your hand move, and rub in circles, she mewed at you, still like a little kitten, and curled up with her head resting on your shoulder.

Before the boat docked, the kiss was tested again.

Glimmer Wing pulled you close and plunked her forehead hard against yours, resting your faces so close your lips were only separated by the atoms counted on the head of a pin. You felt a fire in your chest screaming at you to move forward, to put your hands around her neck and kiss her you stupid human. But, to throw it all away, just for one step over the horizon? Could that really be worth it?

"We shouldn't," you said.

"I know," she answered.

Then she kissed you.

Don't tell anyone.

Promise?

You're sure?

Well...

It was a good kiss.

Really good.

Do you want us to tell you what it was like?

Do you?

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Sorry, but this one's off limits.

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You ever cum just from a kiss before?

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We don't think words can do this one justice. You'll just have to try it for yourself.