Moondancer drew the quilt tight around himself. Before him, a binder angled with the bed to make a flat surface that accommodated comforts he very much needed. Pancakes slathered with blackberry jam and topped with dollops of cream, and a tall, iced glass of milk. Simple, sinful, and somehow burned because he couldn’t afford his cooking attention while stomping and squalling. He ate between hiccups.

Why did that have to happen? That was the question ringing in his mind for hours. He had almost managed to escape, almost managed to keep his friendship, almost managed to save his grad—It’s not about the grade anymore!, he thought. It’s about Anon. It’s been about him for longer than I want to admit. How am I supposed to face him now?

He floundered through his thoughts, trying to find a single way to salvage what he could from the wreckage. He was too ashamed to be around Anon anymore, much less talk to him. He didn’t know what he could write in a letter—didn’t even know where Anon stayed, or whether his roommates respected privacy to not root through his post or read over his shoulders. How could they stay friends after this? It wasn’t as if Anon had walked into him while he was showering or something. Moondancer… ejaculated after Anon hugged him. Anon touched him. Those soft soles squeezed him and—

Moondancer shook his head to steer the thoughts away from treating Anon like that, but it was too late. He grew, stiffening from the memory. Imagine what it would feel like if it was on purpose! No, don’t. Holding Moondancer from behind, forelegs dipping low, squeezing together over his erection and sliding up. Stop. Sliding down with a whisper, “I wasn’t teasing, Moondancer. It was all sincere.” Ugh!

Moondancer kicked the licked-clean plate and drained glass off his bed, resolving to clean his mess up later. He threw himself down, back against the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He was caught in a mental prison. It was time to plan an escape.

Moondancer wasn’t going to be able to approach Anon. He just wasn’t capable of that. So it was up to Anon to take the lead in this situation. He’d always taken the lead before, so it’s not as if he wasn’t used to it. Right? That seemed logical. So, how would Anon take the lead?

Leaving it up to Anon left two possibilities. Either Anon got in contact with Moondancer, or he didn’t. If Anon didn’t… then that was it. Over. The bitter voice in his mind told him that’s how it would turn out. Anything social never worked out for Moondancer, so there’s no reason to expect anything different now, especially after that screw-up.

But what if Anon did reach out? Would Moondancer be able to face him? That depends on what Anon came to say. What would he try to say? Three possibilities arose; to finalize the end of their friendship, to pretend it never happened, or…

He throbbed at the final thought, a hoof sliding down his stomach to grasp his cock, but he stopped himself. He had to finish thinking first.

If Anon ended their friendship, it would be through a letter. There was no reason to meet face-to-face with somepony that tried to hide their erection from you and orgasmed after you hugged them, unless it was to make fun of Moondancer. He didn’t think he could survive that.

If Anon wanted to pretend it never happened, Moondancer… could accept that. Maybe, with time, they could forget about it while hanging out together. It would give Moondancer time to come to terms with his feelings and, hopefully, discard them. Anon would avoid bringing up the topic altogether if he wanted to forget it. That’s what he would do.

If Anon wanted to… he would be clear. There was no reason for him to hide away from Moondancer if that was the case. IF he did, he would eat up what he had done to Moondancer. Anon was anything but shy about sex. Maybe he would knock on Moondancer’s door tonight…

Moondancer pulled the quilt aside and took off his sweater. He stood tall and waved in the cool air, an embarrassingly wide flare, the pink shaft right below it pinched sharp and expanding back out to average girth before the ring, widening to a thick base emerging from his light olive sheath, hidden by a stomach that enjoyed more pancakes than it should. He was self-conscious about it, but that didn’t matter right now. He breathed deep and grasped the base. Nothing did, not tonight. He had squared it away. All he could do was wait and see what happened next.

Or imagine what happened next. Anon would knock on the door, and ask to come in. Somehow, he would convince Moondancer to let him in, and he would kiss Moondancer before anything could be said. Moondancer’s hooves grasped his base. He whined; while not a stranger to self-pleasure, it was rare for him to indulge, and his fantasy tonight was powerful.

He rubbed himself, hooves circling as they traveled north. Anon’s lips were probably soft, and hot, and their noses would push together and breathing would be difficult and unnecessary. After the kiss was broken, he would show Anon the bedroom. What did Anon look like down there? Moondancer imagined Anon hitching his tail. A black sack, the same color as his hooves, would swing and mesmerize him. Anon would notice and put a sway to his step, smiling back at Moondancer at the effect he had on him.

They would lie down together, kissing again as they both became erect. Words would fail them, so they would touch one another, much as Moondancer did now. Anon’s hindlegs would graze his thighs like so many times before, making him shiver. Maybe Anon would go a little further, and rub his scrotum with those fluffy fetlocks—

He gasped as he reached the tip, imagining Anon playing with it. He could feel Anon’s hooves squeezing on his tip like they did hours ago, but with purpose. Teasing, twirling, poking and prodding, the sole of a hoof pressing down on his flare and rolling around, driving him insane. Moondancer ringed his flare, panting. He was already close.

Anon would want it to last longer, so he would stop his assault, pulling his hooves free. Anon would lie on his back, pulling himself away from Moondancer’s strokes. His would be… black, and look normal. It would be a good size, too. He’d ask Moondancer to s-suck him off. Moondancer took a hoof away from pumping and put it against his mouth. He’d sit up, between Anon’s legs, his penis pressing against Anon’s. He’d rock his hips, humping hot flesh, his hooves jerking off Anon as he kissed the tip and tasted with little licks what Anon had to offer. Moondancer imagined it would be…

He licked pre off his hoof. Salty? And a little sweet. Anon would taste salty and a little sweet. It would burn his tongue. He dug his hoof into his mouth. Anon would be antsy from the teasing, but Moondancer wouldn’t give in that easily. Anon had teased him for weeks; it was about time he had his revenge. He’d be confident, pulling away and letting Anon thrust into air against Moondancer’s cock. Anon would look so cute like that. So Moondancer would climb over Anon and turn around, offering himself to Anon’s mouth as he finally took Anon into his own. But Anon wouldn’t settle for that. He’d push Moondancer over, climbing on top and pressing down against Moondancer’s closed lips. He’d lick the ridge of Moondancer’s flare. Moondancer would gasp and Anon would enter.

Moondancer’s hoof was inside his mouth now and his one-hoofed pumping became jerking, sliding freely with the stream of pre flowing from the tip. He would suck, and Anon would thrust in and out. He would bob in synch with Anon and buck his own hips at the same time against Anon’s tongue and Anon would somehow manage to take him inside and suck him hard and maybe even swallow and they both came at the same time, Moondancer’s mouth inundated with Anon’s salty and a little sweet semen.

The earlier relief only intensified this orgasm as jets erupted into the air, drizzling up Moondancer’s stomach and chest, glazing his glasses and falling into his gasping mouth. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes with just how hard it was hitting him. His legs shook and hooves dug into the blankets, the jets becoming shots becoming spurts. Moondancer made a mess of himself and his sheets. He licked his lips and tasted only shame.

He pulled his glasses off and covered his eyes, the tears coming freely now. The fantasy disappeared in a plume of mental smoke. There was no turning back down. Anon was nothing more than a sexual fantasy for him. He couldn’t even be friends now; that felt way too good. It would be all he could think about around Anon anymore. And every time he tried to pretend he was just a friend, his heart would break in two like it was doing now.

Moondancer turned on the bed, dragging the sheets off with him. He stepped on the discarded plate and shook his hoof, the clean surface somehow still sticky after being thoroughly licked. He needed to do laundry now, and to take a shower. And, he noted as he walked to the bathroom, spot-clean the trail that dripped from his coat.

The sheets went in the hamper. Moondancer turned on the water, stepping into the hot shower after a minute. He lathered himself with a levitated bar of soap, letting the shower hide his tears. He never should have given Anon his ticket back. Moondancer wasn’t meant to have friends. Not Anon, not Dusk Shine… nopony. It always ended in tears.

Serves him right for thinking this could turn out differently.

Moondancer didn’t see Anon over the next two weeks. He never showed up that night, or the day after, to Moondancer’s guilty disappointment. Moondancer’s nerves stayed frayed, always hopeful and scared that Anon would leave him a letter, or appear before him one morning, or wait for him outside of the library, or, hay, even showed up at Dim Sun’s the night he went to buy take-out. His hope faded fast. With finals looming, he focused on his studies. Had to. Tried to, anyways. It was difficult.

Like right now. Moondancer massaged his temples, buried behind books piled high at his table on the top floor of the library, a fortress of knowledge shielding him from the world. He could not focus on anything but the desire for Anon to betray all expectations and show up, the desperation he had for closure. Real closure. Even if it ended, anything was better than this. This… hope that Anon would show up, or write, or anything. He needed Anon to allow him to move on. He needed a goodbye.

He hated this. He hated how he thought he had finally given up hope, only for it to rekindle and burn brighter than ever before, so close to finals. His first exam would be the day after tomorrow. There wasn’t any time left to be hung up on Anon.

He couldn’t focus on the text before him, so he marked his place with a torn scrap of paper and pushed it aside. He moved the stacks of books around, no topic strong enough to pull him into a pursuit he could lose sight of Anon in. He groaned, shoving the last stack aside. Anon sat behind it, in front of Moondancer, as he always did.

Moondancer blinked.

“Man, you really tune everything out when you’re in the zone, huh?” Anon stayed soft and quiet. The stallion was unusually groomed. His coat shiny and fluffed, mane brushed and styled and full of body. There was a sheen to his lips.

Moondancer blinked again.

Anon waved an outstretched hoof in front of Moondancer’s face, “Yooo. Cutie, you there? Still in the zone?” He grinned, “Or have I enchanted you?”

“What are you doing here?” Moondancer, hissing low and harsh, leaned down and under Anon’s hoof to make sure he was heard.

Anon pulled his hoof back and set it on the table by the elbow, resting his head on it as he flashed a slip of paper, “Dr. Nebulebray gave me a permission slip to use the library for study during finals week.”

“No, why are you here now!? Why did you just show up? I thought you—” Moondancer choked on the last word. He leaned back.

“Relax, dude. Damn. I figured you’d want some alone time. Needed it after that, if your load was anything to go by.”

Moondancer turned red, and not entirely out of embarrassment, “You didn’t even write!”

“Fuck was I gonna say, Moonie? ‘Nice cock, 8/10’? ‘Wish that wall was me’? Oh, or maybe ‘If pottery got you that excited, wait ‘til tonight’?”

The red was fifty-fifty between angry blush and flustered blush. Moondancer struggled to control his volume, “Yes—Anything! Something to let me know if we were still friends or not! And only now do you decide to show up, while I’m studying, and—and it’s to tease me. You only showed up to bully me. Wanted to get one last laugh at me before finals, huh?” He didn’t believe what he was saying, but—

“Stop being such a virgin about it, Moonie. Clinginess doesn’t suit a cute stallion you.”

“I’m talking about basic decency, Anonymous! I’m not being clingy! And—And I don’t think I’m a virgin anymore...”

Anonymous hid his smirk with a freshly manicured hoof, “You reek of virgin, dude. You think getting hugged counts as sex? Are you for real?”

“Y-You… touched me.”

“Did I fuck you?”

Moondancer shuffled back into his chair, feeling like Equestria’s biggest joke, “No…”

“Did you fuck me?”

Moondancer shook his head, staring at the desk.

“Then, d-do you—do you w-w… yo-you’re a virgin, Moondancer. A kissless virgin.”

Moondancer wasn’t stupid. He understood what was going on, and it pissed him off. Anonymous had gone out of his way to look as good as he possibly could, and it was for Moondancer. Moondancer’s heart did backflips in his chest. Anon liked him. It was the simplest thought Moondancer ever had, but it put him in a state of elation. An elation that was being ruined by Anon’s dishonesty.

Moondancer had had enough.

He shot across the table and kissed Anon full on the lips, recoiling in the same second in horror, anxiety, anger, and shame. The brief contact left a deep impression of having brushed his snout against sun-baked clouds. His tongue darted out to taste his lips. Citrusy. “N-N-N-Now I’m n-not kissless anymore. J-jerk.”

Anonymous licked his own lips, “I can help with the v-virgin part, too.”

A thump came from the underside of the table. Moondancer felt light-headed and brought his hindlegs together, leaning back to look around the library. Everypony else was studying, so they wouldn’t notice if—he gasped as a toe brushed against his sack, teasing his cock further from the sheath. He glared at Anon, who smirked back.

Moondancer scooted forward until his stomach pressed into the table, whispering, “What do you think you’re doing?”

Anon leaned forward and whispered back, his hoof running up the underside of Moondancer’s dick, “I didn’t get a good feel last time. Are you complaining?”

“We can’t do it here! Not in public. I-If we’re going to do this, we need to be somewhere private.”

“Your place, then.” Anon withdrew his hoof.

Moondancer frowned, the relief only half-welcomed. He looked down at himself and his horn lit up, recasting the spell he had used back in the pottery room. A surreptitious hoof confirmed that he had miscast the spell again, but that wouldn’t be a problem as long as Anon didn’t make it one. He grimaced; Anon would definitely make it one.

“I hid myself. You need it?”

Anon shook his head, “Some of us can keep it in our sheathes.”

“Whatever. You go in front of me. I’m not going to let you make me… y-you know, so don’t even think about it!”

“Hair trigger, huh?”

“It’s the spell!”

“Sure it is. Alright, big guy. I’ll lead you to—”

“Just go.”

“Somepony’s excited.” Anon slid off his chair. He looked over his shoulder at Moondancer, shook his rump, and took a leisurely stroll towards the stairs. There were few times in Moondancer’s life where his sweater was uncomfortably hot. This was one of them.

He swept his notes, textbooks, and other studying materials up in his magic, stuffed his saddlebags full, and caught up as Anon walked down the stairs. This was happening. It was really happening. Being exposed to the air and feeling himself thump against his sweater with every step, having to match Anon’s excruciating pace and watch his hindquarters bob and weave and flex, yearning for a glimpse at what hid behind his tail.

He got one. On the final flight to the ground floor, Anon flicked his tail up and away, showing two things off to Moondancer. Soft and delicious black skin, his taint plump like a peach and hindlegs crossing together to push his pouch out, and a translucent disc of silicone that stretched open his asshole, vaguely pink at the edges and darkening in the center. The sight didn’t last a second, and Moondancer wouldn’t wait one more to see it again. He descended the stairs to Anon’s side, “S-Stacks?”

“Somepony’s really excited.” Anon leapt over the last three stairs and skirted the railing to continue down to the basement. Moondancer trotted after.

The stacks were open, long rows of shelves that stretched from floor to ceiling, a thousand and one drawers and boxes containing centuries of knowledge. Nopony occupied them this late in the semester, but Moondancer still directed Anon towards a secluded back corner, jabbering as he went, “I-I just need, uhm, I won’t make it back to the dorm if—”

“You want a hoofjob?”

Moondancer’s ears caught fire. “Y-Yes.”

“Okay, sit down against the wall.”

Moondancer did so, sitting down and pushing himself back up against it. Anon parked himself in front of Moondancer, prying apart Moondancer’s legs with his hooves, “N-Now, stop your spell. I wanna have fun this time.”

Moondancer dispelled the illusion, sighing with relief as the sensitivity died down. He looked at Anon, and every insecurity welled up at once. He was on display, at Anon’s mercy, and had no experience. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as Anon stared at his cock, eyes tracing the weird, abnormal shape that came to a point before mushrooming into something grotesque. He already felt like he was going to cum. What if he didn’t last? What if he messed up? He cursed himself for not reading Posie Prose when he had the cha—

Anon looked mesmerized. He didn’t shy away, recoil, or make a nasty face. The pegasus was blushing, his wings open, transfixed. He looked up into Moondancer’s eyes, stopping his heart. “I-I’m… I’m gonna touch it now, yeah?”

“Is it… too… y-you like it?” Moondancer felt like an idiot for asking that. He wouldn’t have his hooves hovering in the air if he didn’t!

“It’s wild. A-And it’s yours, Moonie, so of course I like it.” Anon gulped. Moondancer loved the motion his throat made.

Finally, the hooves made contact, light and prodding. Neurons misfired, interrupting thought, an electrical shock zipping straight from base to brainstem. Moondancer sucked in air through his teeth, seizing up. The hooves flinched away. “S-Sorry, did that h—too much?”

Moondancer regained his breath and shook his head, “T-Too good.”

Anon looked genuine in his concern. Scared, even. Moondancer could see the early stages of his erection forming as the hooves made contact again. “O-Okay. I’m going… to go slow, so I can e-enjoy this. I don’t want you firing off before I’ve had my fun.”

“Mmm.” Moondancer squirmed against the wall, repositioning his tail and flanks to be more comfortable. He watched Anon massage his base, reflecting dim light as they moved higher with short strokes. He flicked his eyes up. Anon concentrated on his cock, oblivious to the world around him. The thought entered his mind again; this is actually happening. This is not a dream. And both of them were doing their best. His anxiety melted away to make room for passion.

Anon frowned. He took his hooves away and licked them, “Knew I shoulda brought lube…”

“Anon?”

“Huh?” Anon looked up from his hoof, mid-lick.

“I-I think your wish came true.”

“... Huh?”

“I think I love you.”

Anon’s wings snapped open. They were beautiful. Just preened and shaking a little, filling the quiet hum of the controlled climate with a whispering shhh. He looked away at the ground. “You remember the stupidest shit…”

“Can we kiss again?”

“You’re killing the mood, Moonie. You didn’t ask before, so why are you asking no—”

Moondancer leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on Anon’s lips. The warmth made him shiver, and the faint taste left of whatever chapstick Anon had used made him thirsty. Anon pushed him back, firming up the kiss and… licking his lips? Moondancer pulled away. “Why did you lick me?”

“What do you mean? You’re supposed to use tongue.”

“... Ew. Where did you get that idea from?”

“It’s not gross. It’s hot! Posie Prose does it all the time in—” Anon clammed up, snout scrunched and hooves rapping against the hard stone floor.

“You mean… you haven’t actua—”

“Of course I have! You’re the weird one for never having even heard of it before. Aphelion Heart and Ion Tail used tongue, y’know? I was about to get to it when you interrupted me that one time.”

“Uh… huh. Well, it’s gross, so I don’t want—”

“C’mon, Moonie, you didn’t even try. Give it a chance.”

“I don’t know… I guess, but don’t do weird stuff like that again without warning me first.”

“Just shut up and kiss me.” Anon initiated the kiss this time, prodding at Moondancer’s lips again with his tongue. Moondancer resisted the urge to pull away and opened his mouth, letting Anon in. Anon’s tongue touched his, then flinched away. The sensation was weird. It didn’t make Moondancer feel light and fluffy like kissing did. Anon’s tongue darted forward a few more times, and Moondancer tried to reciprocate. Their tongues bounced off one another at every contact, and Solaris forbid one tongued teeth; that broke the kiss with a shudder from the offended party—both had been on the receiving end at least once—and forced them to try again. After three attempts, they pulled apart for good.

“That… wasn’t as hot as I thought it was going to be. With you, I mean. It was totally hot all the other times I did it.”

Moondancer wore a smirk, and he felt a little ping of pride when Anon’s ears drooped. Even now, they were talking like they always did. It was absurd. “Don’t believe everything that you read, Anon. Red books are derided for a—”

“I’m going to stomp on your balls if you call Sleeping Beneath the Stars a red book one more fucking ti—”

Moondancer silenced him with another kiss. A normal one, this time. One where Moondancer melted into Anon, and Anon begrudgingly melted into Moondancer. Closed lips felt so much better, thought Moondancer, when I can focus on his breath. They matched, inhale for inhale, and outlasted their attempts at Prenching. When the kiss broke, Moondancer looked between Anon’s forelegs and saw that he was fully erect. Moondancer felt a dopey grin cover his snout, and he giggled. This was so much fun.

Anon fumed. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“No, I’m lucky I have you.”

That only annoyed Anon more. “When the fuck did you get smooth?”

Moondancer’s reply hitched in his throat as Anon grasped his cock once more and stroked from ring to base to ring and back again. The saliva, while not fresh, was enough to let Anon’s hooves glide. The rigid toe of his hoof led the sensations, followed by the firm sponge of his frog and the squish of his sole. They wrapped both sides of Moondancer’s leaking cock, traveling the length over and over with vigor.

Moondancer closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall, focusing on Anon’s pumping. The pressure increased until it felt like Anon was trying to choke Moondancer’s cock at the narrow passage before the flare and fell as his legs were pushed apart by the base. The flow of pre made Anon’s hooves slide faster, making him use more pressure. He bolted up when Anon pushed his chokehold below the flare up into the flare, bending it up as his hooves slid off it. “AH!”

Anon flinched, “S-Sorry! Did I hurt you?”

Moondancer breathed deep, filling and emptying his lungs before reclining back against the wall, “I-I’m okay. That was just… intense.” The rim of his flare stung, not quite burning, but feeling very much alive and sensitive. It wasn’t a feeling he hated. “If you’re more gentle, then…”

Anon gulped, and nodded. He leaned over and began stroking again. Moondancer watched this time. Seeing another pony labor over him like this—a pony he loved, that was no longer a debate—had him feeling close.

Anon let off when he closed in on the flare, letting his hooves spread to follow its contours. He squeezed on the tip, curving the flare’s rim up a hair before sliding off again. He ran his hooves over the ridges of the flat tip, flicking them down with gentle swipes of his hooves. Moondancer reached the edge, “I-I’m gonna—”

“Catch it in your magic!”

“H-Huh?”

“Catch it, trust me. It’s gonna be great.”

Moondancer nodded, horn glowing. He ballooned his magic out over the head of his cock, closing around the flare as a condom might. Anon grinned and pumped like there was no tomorrow, making Moondancer’s cock bounce around as he jerked him off. Moondancer’s legs began to jitter and he bit down on his hoof, eyes closed tight when he felt a lump of seed surge forward.

He cried into his hoof, the three free ones scraping against the stone as he came. Anon kept pumping, and even leaned down to lick the underside, encouraging the lumps to smooth out into healthy ropes that filled his magical condom and kept going. Moondancer expanded his magic, cum leaking down his shaft as his control wavered. It only made Anon pump harder, tongue darting out to catch the rivulets streaming out.

By the end, Moondancer was dazed. What happened in the pottery room couldn’t even compare. He felt drained, as if Anon eked out every last drop, when all Anon had done was jerk him off. If this is what a hoofjob feels like, I’m going to die if I have sex, he thought.

“Okay, can you close your magic and keep it full?”

Moondancer nodded, weak, and ‘pulled’ the magic off of himself, a pink sphere full of his cum floating between them. There was enough to fill a tall glass.

“Now, open up the top and tilt it towards me. Watch me, okay? Are you watching?”

Moondancer’s eyes fell from the sphere to Anon. Anon had tilted his head back, mouth open, tongue hanging out. He jabbed at the sphere, pointed to his mouth, and let out a pleasant hum. Moondancer’s erection stopped softening. He blinked, his breathing shallow, and shaped his magic into a pitcher, tilting it over so a milky stream fell. Anon angled his snout and caught it.

He made it look like it was the best thing he had ever tasted. Again, Moondancer watched the motions of his throat. Anon let his mouth fill before swallowing a bulging lump down in a single, pleasured gulp. He did that three times. “Pah! You have a good diet, Moonie. Salty, and a little sweet. I could drink eight glasses of that a day.”

“That was the m-most at-ta-tra—the hottest thing I have ever seen.”

“Still think Posie Prose is a hack?”

“Were you only interested in me because I reminded you of Aphelion Heart?”

“... No...”

“I don’t know how to feel about that.”

“About what?”

“About how much I resemble him, in retrospect. And you kind of resemble—”

“How about you just forget all of that and help me out, here? I can’t walk back to your dorm with this raging stiffy.”

Moondancer considered Anon’s penis. It wasn’t as good of a size as he imagined, but that was fine. Straight, black, and with a normal flare that leaked freely, making the shaft shine. Delicious was a word that crossed his mind. “I could—”

“I’m not letting you cast spells on my dick, dude. Who knows what the fuck’ll happen if some amateur at sex spells starts sorcerer-izing my junk?”

“—Why not shaft, incidentally?”

“Can’t be too predictable, Moonie. Readers hate that, and I was already stretching it with sorcerer-izing. Shoulda gone with ‘hex-slinging’ or something, yeah?”

“I didn’t take you for a serious writer.”

“I mean, I get it, but that still kinda hurts, dude.”

“Sorry. Anyway, I was going to say, ‘I could suck you off.’”

“Oh.”

A silence followed. Moondancer leaned forward towards the delectable tip, eager for a taste. “So…”

Anon spread his legs, leaning against the shelving unit behind him—The ‘Z’ unit (not because nopony ever needed the shelf—Zebrican Studies thrived in many disciplines at good ol’ CU—but because it was the furthest from the entrance)—and shuffled around, letting his back fall away from the shelf past the withers so his wings were free. “G-Go ahead.”

Moondancer got on all fours and kneeled down, wincing as his hard-on tapped against the stone floor. He stood his hind legs up and lowered his snout to Anon’s dick. No longer uncomfortable, he enjoyed the faint traces of soap and musk entered his nostrils with a sniff. It was a good smell, one that made his mouth water. He stuck his tongue out and licked the tight spot where the underside of Anon’s flare connected with the shaft. The cock bounced away from the contact, Anon’s sharp gasp making his ears flick.

Moondancer looked up, tongue hanging out. “Was that… wrong?”

Anon, lips pursed, shook his head. Moondancer looked up at Anon, flicking his gaze between the dick in front of him and Anon’s misting eyes. He moved his tongue forward and saw Anon follow the tip. Something about that captivation, the sway he held over Anon made Moondancer feel good. He enjoyed the sound of Anon’s lungs emptying in a burst as his tongue connected with Anon’s cock. Again it bounced away from him. Moondancer shuffled one foreleg to free the other, grabbing Anon’s base so it would stop bouncing away. Anon’s hooves rattled on the stone, applause as far as Moondancer was concerned. He set himself to work.

Anon’s pre tasted fresh, for lack of a better word. Somepony that ate a lot of leafy greens, hay, and herbs. Moondancer dragged his tongue up from the shaft to the head, savoring at the source. He lapped Anon’s pulsing flare with long, wide, slow strokes, judging the size. He wouldn’t have to strain his mouth, but he was still worried about teeth. Better to adjust for the size later, Moondancer thought.

He opened wide and took the tip inside, careful to close only his lips—a maneuver that was harder than he thought it would be. He froze as his lips pulled his teeth down. This wasn’t anything like his fantasies. He became aware of every movement his snout made. If he shifted his head wrong, he could bump his teeth against Anon. Or, if he took more of him inside, lever Anon’s cock against the roof of his mouth into his teeth. And while his lips were touching the shaft, what if he pursed them too hard? And where should his tongue be, what was it supposed to do? There were no less than five separate confounding factors involved in giving an adequate—

“D-Don’t stop, Moonie. Please.”

Moondancer saw the need in Anon’s eyes. His concerns took a backseat; he would go slow and figure it out as he went. His primary concern should be… movement. If he could move, he could add onto that. Moondancer kept a light seal and moved his head down, taking Anon into his mouth.

The sensation felt strange. Anon stirred the air inside his mouth, and despite his hold on the base, still twitched around. It felt alive, like a fish. Something with a mind of its own and unpredictable movement, eager to return somewhere. Moondancer preferred it to be eager to stay. He had to build up to it.

Once he felt he could move without thinking about it, Moondancer wanted to close his jaw for a tighter seal. But how would he do that without risking denture-to-dick contact? A sacrifice was necessary.

The only jaw Moondancer could move was the lower one. He moved his tongue, running it along Anon’s cock and shielding it from his teeth. A moan made him look up; Anon’s nostrils flared with deep breaths. “Y-Yeah. Use your tongue. P-Please…”

Moondancer stopped himself from nodding. He hummed, instead, and flexed his tongue, curling the sides up Anon’s length and pulling them back. Anon sounded happy, so Moondancer went back to closing his mouth. There was a heat that radiated from the cock that warned Moondancer, keeping him from ruining Anon’s pleasure. With a good seal, he returned to moving, taking his tongue out from between cock and teeth to lick it.

He could feel the heartbeat pound against his tongue. That made Moondancer short of breath; he’d never thought he could taste a pony’s pulse. He wanted it to beat faster. He looked up at Anon as he bobbed up and down. Anon looked back. The beating got faster.

“M-Moonie, I…” Anon lifted a hoof, hesitating halfway to Moondancer’s head. Moondancer hummed in response, heart skipping a beat as Anon’s hoof cupped his cheek beneath the ear. It went backwards as Moondancer went down, stroking the back of his neck and playing with his mane, making his ears flip out. Moondancer felt himself leaking on the floor. Everything about pleasuring Anon drove him crazy; listening to those hooves scrape and tap when he hit a good spot; the heated, heavy breathing that hitched in time with feeble wingbeats against the shelf when Moondancer remembered to suck; the petting and stroking, those moans...

“I-I’m clo—!”

Moondancer took him as deep as he thought he could, puckering and sucking as hard as he could muster. Anon got loud, loud enough that he hit himself in the snout with his hooves when he let go of Moondancer to mute himself. Moondancer needed to do this again, somewhere where noise wasn’t a concern. Those sounds Anon made were better than any music.

His sucking transitioned into swallowing. Anon flooded his mouth with load after load of thick, fiery cum. It set his tongue ablaze and stuck to his throat, overriding every other sense. Moondancer tasted Anon, heard him squeak and chirp, felt his cock throb and spasm in the throes of a powerful orgasm, could see his face screw up with pleasure, smelled him, and would be smelling him for hours. It felt like Anon climaxed for a lifetime, and it was still over too soon.

Anon softened and slid out of his mouth, chest caved, guzzling air, “Fuck. F-Fuck. Holy fucking shit, fuck.”

Moondancer reared back to stand, coughing into his hoof, “I take it that I did well?”

“Siblings be damned, that was fuckin’ amazing. I mean, you need practice—a lot, but—but that felt so much better than jacking off.”

“I-I’m worried about my studies, myself, because… that was beyond anything I had ever experienced. ”

Anon stood on shaky hooves, turning around, “Get ready to go even further beyond, then, Moondancer, ‘cuz the main course has finally arrived.”

“Uh, I could cast the spell and we can go back to—”

Anon braced himself against the shelf and flagged. “Shut up and fuck me.”

Moondancer’s eyes fell down to Anon’s hindquarters. Anon wiggled it back and forth, beckoning Moondancer to come over and take it. He approached with a smile, “Somepony’s excited.”

“Har-dee-har-har, make with your dick in my ass, pronto.” Anon’s own smile let Moondancer know the words weren’t genuine irritation.

Now, how should he remove it? With his mouth was out of the question, so that left a hoof, or magic. He couldn’t decide. “How do you want me to, er, take it out?”

“What, does magic feel different or something?”

“It feels… fizzy? Not exactly cold or hot, either, but I don’t want to make you… have an accident.”

“Oh, no, I cleaned house, no worries about that. I’m feeling adventurous, so use magic.”

“Alright. Here I go.” Moondancer lit his horn, magic grabbing the base of the buttplug. Anon shivered, flanks quaking. Moondancer waited until he stopped before giving the plug a gentle tug. It yielded, but was sucked right back in. He paused. “Are you alright?”

“This feels fuckin’ weird, man. Like soda being poured over my asshole, but in a good way?” Anon looked back over his shoulder. “Go slow, but don’t stop.”

“Okay, second attempt...” Moondancer put more strength into his magic, wiggling the base from side to side as he extracted the plug. Anon made all manner of little grunts, gasps, and hums as the translucent plastic spread the black ring wide open. The plug took on a peach color as more light made it through, the surface slick with whatever lubricant Anon used to wedge the plus-sized plug into himself. Shaped like a spade, once it reached the widest part of the base, it slipped out with a wet pop.

Anon shivered, his stretched hole gasping. He ducked his head between his legs, talking to the shelf, “O-Okay. Now… uhm, go ahead.”

“So I… I just put it in, right? It looks like you already lubed up.”

“Yeah. But, uh… d-don’t go crazy back there, alright? I—I like it slow. And gentle. And...” Anon’s voice trailed off, mumbling something Moondancer already knew. Anon had as much experience as Moondancer did, but he didn’t want to admit it. Moondancer could confront him, or… he could try to comfort him. What would Aphelion Heart say? He really wished he had read that stupid book.

Well, if it’s a stupid book, Aphelion Heart would say something really stupid and corny, like not being able to—oh, that’s perfect.

He stepped forward in preparation to mount. His ears flicked back, already embarrassed for what he was about to say.“I’ll try my best, but I don’t know if I… uh, ca—w-will be able to control… myself.”

Anon seemed to like it, though. His ears dipped as he whispered back, “You’d better.” It was a soft whisper, a scared one, a thankful one. Moondancer gulped his heart back down his throat and reared up, planting his forehooves on Anon’s flanks. He could feel how much care Anon had put into his coat. It was deep and inviting, and the heat soothed an ache he didn’t know he had.

Moondancer walked his hind legs forward, ‘climbing’ up Anon’s back until his flare was close enough to feel the radiant warmth of Anon’s offering. “I’m—I’m not too heavy, am I?”

“N-No. I like… your weight. I told you that before. I’m not gonna break if you lean on me, just—just, y’know. Gentle.”

“Gentle as can be. Here goes.” Moondancer pressed his hips forward, flare larger than the shrinking hole that had been revealed a minute ago. He tapped against Anon’s entrance, unsure of how gentle ‘as can be’ should be. Anon shivered at the touch, but didn’t say anything. Moondancer heard his paced breathing and saw the way his forelegs holding him up against the shelf trembled. It ate away at him to see Anon so anxious. He rubbed his hooves up Anon’s back, following the spine and weaving between the folded wings, and circled in the nape of Anon’s neck. His hooves trailed back when it felt right, massaging the shaking pegasus beneath him. He kept his flare against the entrance, but didn’t thrust. “Y-You’re, uh, pretty… handsome.”

His compliment was met with a growl, “I know I am.”

“S-Sorry.”

Moondancer’s massage faltered. Was this not making Anon relaxed? What was he supposed to do? Shoving it in didn’t seem like the right answer; the shock might hurt Anon. Why couldn’t he be the one receiving Anon, instead? Anon didn’t have a freakish flare that would spread him like butter, and it’s not as if Moondancer was out for his own pleasure. Making Anon feel good made him feel good, and that was more than enough for him.

“What’s taking you so long? J-Just get it over with already.”

“Sorry. Sorry, uh, but… your—you look tense.”

“... T-The massage was helping.”

Moondancer released a held breath he didn’t know he had and went back to rubbing Anon’s back. Anon’s wings unfolded, allowing Moondancer to massage beneath them.

“Y-You can touch them. I think that’d help.”

“I-Is that allowed?”

“You have your cock pressing against my ass, dude. We skipped every base on our way to this home run. Shit, you can preen me later if you want.”

“How, uh, how does preening work?”

“Basically, you just use your mouth to get your feathers all nice and straight, and there are these things called ‘barbules’ and it’s important to make sure that shit’s locked tight, and—look, it’s a whole thing we can get into later. Just touch me.”

Moondancer grunted something close to an affirmative response, bringing his hooves from the muscles on Anon’s flanks and touched the wings’ base. They shifted, expanding further as he explored. Pegasi wings had prominent bones; there was little else to mask them beside muscle, and those were only what were essential for flight. It was sort of like petting a down-covered stick that reacted to his touch. Moondancer ran his toe up the ligament, watching the feathers spread at his touch. It was a wonderful sight.

It wasn’t until Moondancer rubbed the base, beneath the wings, that the tension and trembling left Anon. His wings fully extended and his breathing relaxed. He still shuddered, although it was from pleasure, not anxiety. Moondancer sighed with relief, then gasped when Anon shimmied himself back against his wilting erection. It stood to attention, ready for duty. “I’m better, now.”

“You want to put me in yourself?”

“Uh… yeah, that sounds like a plan. You can move once I’m good.” Anon shifted his hooves up against the shelf for a better angle. Moondancer rested his hooves back on Anon’s flanks, watching him rock his body forward and back, working up courage. They’d taken too long, Moondancer feared, because the hole felt like it shrunk. His fear was unfounded.

Anon took a deep breath and thrust backwards, accepting Moondancer with something that sounded between a suck and a slurp. He shuddered on Moondancer and closed around the shaft, sighing, “O-Okay. I’m good.”

It was a tightness unlike anything Moondancer could have imagined. It wasn’t like a vice, or when Anon’s hooves had strangled him, but an all-encompassing contact that assaulted his senses. Hot and slippery, moving, cycling between relaxation and contracting. Moondancer buried his snout into Anon’s kiwi-scented mane to stifle his moans, something Anon sounded like he was enjoying. He giggled beneath Moondancer, inching backwards onto him, “What’s wrong, big guy? Don’t tell me you can’t move?”

“G-Gimme a second.” Moondancer was muffled by the mane. Anon wouldn’t stop rocking his hindquarters back, drawing Moondancer in a little further each time. The tightness stung, not unlike earlier; a pleasure that came too fast, too hard for him to move. Not at first.

“But Moonie, I want it now~!”

Moondancer struggled to breathe, every motion in his hips a false start that ended with a sharp inhale. “Where did all of this b-bravado come from?”

“It came from me loving the feeling of getting stuffed and needing more. But don’t you fucking dare go fast.”

“I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.”

Anon laughed. It was giddy, the pitch not in control. The sort of laugh Moondancer made during his eureka moments, one of excitement and joy that came with a revelation where pieces of a puzzle fell into place. “I guess I really am just that good.”

“Yes, yes you are. Give me another moment and I’ll start.”

Moondancer pushed himself back up out of Anon’s mane, much to the pegasus’ audible disappointment. He was cut short by Moondancer sinking deeper into him, a throaty warble that would’ve been a dead giveaway to any other patron of the stacks were they not alone.

The way Anon parted around Moondancer had him struggling to not leap from the edge. As he went deeper, Anon’s tight ass accommodated his widening length. Before he reached his ring, his flare rubbed against a hard ball of flesh, pressing into the underside of his shaft. Anon buckled underneath him, catching himself before he planted his face against the ground.

“W-Whoa, are you alright?”

“T-That’s the spot. Hit that.”

“Kneel down so you don’t fall, okay?”

Anon nodded, lowering himself in tandem with Moondancer. He kneeled down, keeping his rump in the air for Moondancer. Moondancer let his hooves slide down to the base of Anon’s wings, a more comfortable position for him and one that Anon looked like he enjoyed.

Moondancer pushed past Anon’s prostate, sinking up to his ring. Pushing in was difficult, but pulling out was another beast entirely. Anon did not want to let him go. Moondancer shuffled his hind legs forward for better leverage, using them as much as his hips to pull out. Anon shook again as Moondancer’s flare dragged back across his prostate. Moondancer, invigorated, kept short and deliberate thrusts. He pushed a few inches past that wonderful bundle of nerves and pulled back the same distance, the feeling of Anon milking him almost as good as the feeling of making Anon turn into putty. Almost.

No more conversation interrupted them as Moondancer fucked Anon. The only movement in the stacks was thrusting and shudders, the only ponies in the world him and Anon, the only sound their breathing, the wet noises both of Anon’s ends made, and hoofsteps at the far end of the library. Moondancer froze.

The hoofsteps rang out on the stone, echoing, approaching. Moondancer’s blood ran cold. What if they were found? Did they have time to look presentable? How was he going to explain the smell? It was going to be obvious to anypony that came back here what was going on. What was the punishment for getting caught having sex in the stacks? Explusion? No, no, Moondancer couldn’t be expelled, he couldn’t, he lurched as Anon shoved backwards to finish Moondancer’s thrust.

Moondancer bent down, whispering into Anon’s ear, “What do you think you are doing? There’s somepony else in here!”

“I know,” Anon whispered back, “and that’s fucking hot.”

“Expulsion isn’t ho—ouh! Stop that!”

Anon pulled himself off Moondancer with a grin, “Make me.”

“You—!” The hoofsteps stopped approaching, maybe an aisle over. Moondancer bit back a whine as Anon continued to pleasure himself on Moondancer’s cock. Moondancer couldn’t breathe. His sweater was on too tight. Every noise the two of them made sounded like thunder and he was sure the movement would draw attention like lightning if Anon didn’t stop. And with all of those heightened senses came heightened pleasure. He was going to be caught climaxing inside of Anon’s ass and—

Moondancer snorted and whined, mouth opening and biting down on Anon’s ear, making him whinney. Anon’s wings beat. Whatever hopes of remaining undiscovered were shot. And Moondancer couldn’t spare a thought to being caught because he thrust into Anon as far as he could go, bottoming out, falling on top of Anon as he came. And came, and came, and came.

Moondancer was a heap of pudgy pony atop Anon. Anon’s ear flicked out from his panting mouth. He didn’t taste any blood. That’s good. He was worried about that.

He didn’t have the energy to move or chew out Anon for the stupid stunt. All he could do was lay there on Anon, ears drooping, listening for the harbinger of the end times (of his academic career, and thus, his life). But he didn’t hear it approach. Instead, a shelf opened, papers were rummaged through, and a feminine humph of satisfaction was heard. The drawer closed and the hoofsteps receded.

Anger replaced relief in a matter of moments. “You moron.”

“Hehehe~”

“You brain-dead, single-celled, sex-crazed dumbass.”

“That was the best nut of your life and you know it, Moonie.”

“Do you have any idea what would’ve happened had we been caught?”

“Hey.”

“It wouldn’t have stopped at being barred from the library, Anon, although that would have been reason enough to not pull what you just did.”

“Hey, Moonie.”

“We would have been expelled, Anon. Do you know what expelled means?”

“Moooooonie.”

“It means the end of my entire life, Anon. My life. Everything I have worked for would have gone up in a puff of smoke because your cum-hungry brain couldn’t wait the two minutes it would have been for whatever pony just came back here to get their research materials and leave.”

“Moondancer.”

“What?”

“You just gave me…”

“...”

“... A moonpie.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me.” Anon craned his neck back and kissed Moondancer on the lips. It pissed Moondancer off that it still felt good.

Anon held it until Moondancer broke off with a huff, “... Ugh. I do. But I still hate you.”

“Feels like we’re already married, doesn’t it? Bickering like this.”

“This isn’t bickering! This is me telling you that the consequences of your actions would have had a dire impact on our futures!”

“And I’m telling you to lighten up, Moonie. We didn’t get caught, felt great doing it, what’s the harm?” Anon squirmed beneath Moondancer, turning himself around so they were face to face.

“What’s the harm? I’ll tell you what the harm is. How am I supposed to get a good job if I get expelled?”

“And what do you need a good job for, Moonie?”

“For yo—” The words caught in Moondancer’s throat. He blushed, pushing his glasses up with his magic.

“Awww!” Anon pulled Moondancer into a hug, rubbing his back, “Awwwwww!”

Anon nuzzled Moondancer’s neck. Moondancer couldn’t stay upset with so much love being thrown at him. He didn’t like being manipulated, but, well, the nuzzling felt wonderful in the afterglow. He returned it, running his snout from Anon’s cheek to the base of his neck, “We’re never having sex in public again.”

“Where’s your sense of adventure, Moonie?”

“I left it in my other sweater’s pocket.”

“You have more than one sweater?”

“Yes? Don’t be gross.”

“Speaking of gross, I need my buttplug. I need to keep you from leaving a trail back to your dorm.”

Moondancer sighed. He magicked the buttplug up off the floor, bringing it into Anon’s reach. He didn’t take it. “Put it in for me.”

“... Fine. Stay still.” Moondancer got on shaky legs and pulled out, his soft length making it easy. Anon had receded back into his sheath, as well, but there was a damp blotch on his stomach where he had dropped into the puddle of his prostatic fluid. There was a lot. “You, uh… I-I’ll go get you some paper towels after this.”

“Oh, yeah, good call. Unless you want everypony to know we’re an item, that works too~”

“Absolutely not. N-Not like this, anyway.” Moondancer pressed the plug against Anon’s leaking hole, finding it much easier to push in than pull out. “Some got on your tail—”

“Get me towels, now.”

“But it’ll look suspicious if I bring a wad with me into the—”

“I’m going to start pulling out nerd shit to clean myself off if you aren’t back here in thirty seconds flat.”

“Fine! Fine, I’m going. Don’t do anything too stupid while I’m gone.”

Moondancer trotted off towards the exit to the stacks. The bathrooms were on the first floor, so if he stuffed the paper towels under his sweater, it shouldn’t be noticeable. He needed to dry off, too. There was a lot left and he wasn’t going to let it stew in his sheath for however long it took him to get a shower. Quiet Time waited at the exit to the stacks with Dr. Nebulebray.

“Buh—”

Quiet Time narrowed her eyes, “Moondancer.” Dr. Nebulebray looked as amused as Quiet Time. Which is to say, not at all.

Moondancer trembled, magicking his glasses back up his sweating snout, “I-I can—we were—I didn’t—I’msosorrypleasedon’ttell—”

Dr. Nebulebray booped him. “I see that you’ve made a friend. Consider your grade saved.” She held her hoof against his scrunched snout.

Quiet Time spoke next, “And I’ll see to it that you never, ever step into my library again if you use it as a bedroom for another one of your dates, Moondancer. Are we clear?”

Moondancer nodded. Dr. Nebulebray removed her hoof, amusement on her face as she bumped her side into Quiet Time, “Told you.”

Quiet Time rolled her eyes, “Couldn’t you have at least used the bathrooms?”

Moondancer made a face, “That’s gross.”

“Told you.”

With a sigh, Quiet Time stepped away from Dr. Nebulebray, letting Moondancer pass, “Just go.”

Moondancer scampered off. He returned to an irate Anon. “That was, like, multiple thirty seconds, dude. What gives?”

“We were caught and I have no idea how we’re still students.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Idiot.”

“Eh. No expulsion, no problem. Gimme my towels, your spooge is starting to set.”

Moondancer gagged, pulling wads out from his sweater, “Do you have to use such distasteful terminology? Would ‘semen’ not have sufficed?”

“Nah, ‘cuz ‘semen’ doesn’t get a reaction out of you.” Anon took the hoof-fulls of paper towel and started dabbing himself dry, pulling sheets off and wadding them up once ruined, “So, where are we going for our third date?”

“Don’t you mean second?”

“Nah, see, this counts as the second one because we fucked.”

“But all we did was have sex. We didn’t go out anywhere or do anything.”

“My, aren’t we greedy? Moonie isn’t satisfied with the hottest stallion in town with the tightest ponut, no, he needs to be wined and dined, too!”

“Ponut?”

“Pony donut.”

“Ugh. Why did I ask?”

Anon sniggered, “Because you’re the straight pony in this relationship.”

“I don’t think I’m straight at all, if what we just did is anything to go by.” Moondancer's ears flicked in annoyance at Anon's laughter.

Finished, Anon stood up. He hoofed the wad of used paper towels to clean up the spots the two of them had left on the floor, “Anyway, third date? I’m thinking we go to one of my hang-outs. I know this club that plays the best sets. Ever heard of DJ P0N-3? She kills it on the second Friday of every month.”

“Second date. And, no, I do not want to go to a club. I can’t even dance.”

“But it’ll be fun! I promise. We’ll tear the floor up, lead some mares along, make out in front of ‘em, it’ll be great.” Anon picked the wad up and offered it to Moondancer.

Moondancer accepted it with a grimace, stuffing it inside his sweater. It was sticky. “I don’t want to lead any mares along. And I don’t want to dance in public. I’ll make a fool of myself.”

“Look, dancing’s easy. Just get in the groove and go. If you’re really hung up about it, I could teach you a few moves. Hey, that’s an idea! Let’s take dance lessons!”

“I-I, uh…”

“I know this mare that’s sweet on me, Foxtrot. She’ll give us a discount and everything.” Anon walked out of the stacks.

Moondancer followed, dumping the wad of paper towels in the trash can of earliest convenience. “You are not a nice pony.”

“Did I ever claim to be?”

“No, but—”

“Then it’s settled! Dance lessons for the third date. I’ll hit her up tomorrow and schedule an appointment.”

“Second date. And—and I want something in return for going along with your dance idea!”

Anon turned to face Moondancer. They stood outside in the fading winter light, a cold wind driving Anon closer, his breath forming clouds with every exhale. “Sure. What is it?”

“I-I, uh… I w-want you to help me… practice… anal. I don’t think—that is, I don’t know if you’re fine with being the one penetrating, but I’d like to experience—”

Anon put a hoof on Moondancer’s withers, “Moonie.”

“Y-Yeah? That’s not a weird request, is i—”

Anon pulled Moondancer into a hug, whispering in his ear, “You’re the best coltfriend I could have asked for.”

“So that’s a yes?”

“I’m gonna blow your back out.”

Moondancer’s ears flicked, glowing embers on the cold and dead campus, “That’s a little much to start out with.”

Anon laughed. He laughed, and laughed. Moondancer started laughing, too. The pair bumped foreheads, cheeks rosy and snouts rubbing. “I love you, Moonie.”

“I love you, too.”

Moondancer's stomach gurgled. His blush sharpened and he looked away, "I—I haven't had much to eat, today. Do you want to go get something to eat? Someplace warm?"

Anon turned around to stand by Moondancer's side, wing hugging him close as Anon walked them away from the library, "I know this little hole-in-the-wall café that you're going to absolutely love. Croissants that you'd swear were rolled from clouds, rich and dark roasts from across Equestria, and their chocolate pudding is to die for. Thick with cream, raspberries, and chocolate shavings. Oh, but you have to eat it hot—the skin forms fast on 'em."

Moondancer smiled, leaning into Anon. "And what's wrong with pudding skin, Anon?"

"What's wrong wi—Moonie. Moonie." Moondancer looked up to see Anon returning his smile. Blushing, wonderful, his. "Let me educate you about pudding..."