Anon to her Filly


                                            >You wake up from a particularly lewd dream.

                                            >You don't actually remember the specifics, but you do remember Luna's face.

                                            >Good thing you won't be meeting her any time soon, but if anything, it was her fault for checking.

                                            >Also, you figure that lewd dreams would be normal around here, not like the ponies around here are THAT pure.

                                            >...Or are they?

                                            >Not like you'd know, you spend all your time with the most impure one.

                                            >Speak of the filly, you notice her poofy black mane stir a little.

                                            >-She also drooled on your chest.

                                            >You gently reach your hands lower, a palm finding her back, and pet along her coat.

                                            >Another goes for her ears, tenderly rubbing them as she smirks.

                                            >She sleeps peacefully, but it doesn't take long until her eyelashes flutter up.

                                            >The second her gaze finds yours, her face brightens some more.

                                            >"Well hey, I was just dreaming about this."

                                            >She scoots up closer to you, resting the side of her head under your neck.

                                            >You hear her take a long, deep inhale.

                                            >Your petting remains slow, but now that she's awake you move it towards a more tender rubbing.

                                            >You know she loves them rubbins.

                                            >"Mmm... Though, there was once difference in it."

                                            "Yeah?"

                                            >Slowly picking her head up, she closes the gap to be face to face with you.

                                            >You brush the few locks of mane out of her eyes, letting the bright green orbs greet you in all their stunning beauty.

                                            >Without a warning, she presses her mouth against yours.

                                            >Almost immediately, she pushes it a step further, feeling something wet and warm against your lips.

                                            >Alright, well today is already off to a good start.

                                            >Holding her back and head, you reciprocate her advances, tangling your tongue with hers and smacking your lips occasionally.

                                            >You both breathe from your mouths, sharing each other's air.

                                            >It's intoxicating, every time.

                                            >Before you part, you make sure to really mix your saliva together, leaving that line that you always see and read about in shit.

                                            >You know it's one of the things she likes.

                                            >She smiles, red in the cheeks and flashing you a pair of bedroom eyes before going back for another quick peck.

                                            >"So, do you remember what today is?"

                                            >You take a moment to pretend you're thinking.

                                            "Hump day?"

                                            >She frowns, then pauses.

                                            >"Huh, well that IS true too."

                                            >Her frown turns into a small, hurt pout.

                                            >"But do you really not remember?"

                                            >Another pause.

                                            "...Can't say I do. All that I know is that it's a Wednesday..."

                                            >Her ears fall.

                                            "-And the day that I met a certain beautiful little filly, some three years ago."

                                            >Her ears pick up again with a grin.

                                            >Seeing that smile will never get old to you.

                                            >"God, you're such a cheesy faggot."

                                            >You ruffle her mane, getting a good look at her cute face as her tongue sticks out in a smirk.

                                            >She purrs, her expression becoming sultry.

                                            >"Sooo, are we gonna start this morning off right? Celebrate hump day a little?~"

                                            "I couldn't think of anything better."

                                            >With a squee, she stands on your chest and slowly spins around.

                                            >Her tail flags up, and you're left with a perfect view of her already glistening horsepussy.

                                            >You take a moment to just admire her, seeing her clit poke out as a strand of her fluids drip down.

                                            >:sweatingfilly:

                                            >Grabbing two handfuls of her flank, you knead them tenderly, then bring her down on your face with zero resistance.

                                            >It's the little things like that, that just make it better.

                                            >You're as comfortable with her as she is for you.

                                            >Nothing but trust, respect, and some of that particular feeling that just bubbles up a little more every day.

                                            >Her hind legs splay over your sides, and you feel her front half lay down on your stomach.

                                            >You take a second to just enjoy her scent.

                                            >Minty cookies, you'll never get it.

                                            >But it'll never get old to you.

                                            >She clearly doesn't wait as long, and soon you feel something warm and wet around the top of your member.

                                            >No pulling down of clothes needed.

                                            >Hasn't been for a whole years since today, actually.

                                            >Not only does it make her, "feel a bit more normal being naked all the time," but you usually take them off in the morning anyways.

                                            >Her idea, of course.

                                            >Bringing her rump closer, you almost immediately catch her clit with your tongue.

                                            >She moans a little onto you, and you feel her left hind leg twitch.

                                            >Always thought that was cute.

                                            >She steps up her own game and takes more of your length, swirling her tongue around and bobbing slowly.

                                            >You push through and keep on her, running along her walls but keeping the focus on that clit of hers.

                                            >Tastes just like those girlscout cookies, man.

                                            >You hold one hand on her rump, and slink the other to tease those tiny little teats of hers.

                                            >The shudders under your touch and moans a little louder.

                                            >Going for the trifecta, you pull your hand from her flanks and just below her dock.

                                            >You blindy circle around her ponut with your index finger, before gently sliding it in.

                                            >"Hmmmph..."

                                            >Yeah, you know she's a fan of this stuff too.

                                            >The cute little faggot.


                                            >With the three trio of lewdness, she succumbs to your power in no time.

                                            >Her moan comes out a little higher pitched, and you keep on going as her flavored juices gush out onto your face.

                                            >You should seriously try bottling this stuff some time.

                                            >You mean you've already eaten pancakes with it.

                                            >As the shudders with pleasure, she continues forward on her quest, picking up the pace and diversifying her tactics.

                                            >Moving between just licking all over, pressing her tongue against your length, and really sucking after you're hilted.

                                            >Christ, makes you wonder what she could do with a grapefruit.

                                            >You feel her starting to shake a little more, but not before you get that all familiar feeling building up in you.

                                            >Her moaning gets more frequent, and you can't help but join this time around.

                                            >Her snout presses against you every time, sending vibrations down to your legs with her voice.

                                            >The pressure builds up quickly, but she doesn't stop.

                                            >Just as you blow past the point of no return, you catch onto her clit with your lips as she does the same.

                                            >You hilt your finger inside, and rub her teats with your palm.

                                            >You unload right into her mouth as she keeps the rhythm up, wincing a bit as her onslaught just continues.

                                            >She takes spurt after spurt no problem, and doesn't stop until you're just completely flaccid.

                                            >While you're licking your face after her climax, she spins back around to face you, then swallows.

                                            >Already activated Jr. for round two.

                                            >She moves in for another passionate kiss, sitting down just above your second mate.

                                            >Breaking the kiss halfway, she pants.

                                            >"N-no homo."

                                            >You can't help but grin.

                                            >That was a line you felt you had crossed a long time ago.

                                            >But you're both degenerate anyways, so it's okay.

                                            "Never homo."

                                            >Your hands now free, they brush over her curves, up and down.

                                            >You knead with two handfuls, and some content hums leave her muzzle.

                                            >Just as she breaks away, you hold her back and her rump, then spin around, leaving her pinned under you.

                                            >She leans in for another kiss, and her hind legs quickly wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to her.

                                            >Can never doubt that Earth pony strength of hers, damn.

                                            >Your tip just barely touches near, poking into her folds, and she pulls you in with her forehooves.

                                            >You can't help but gasp as your whole length is taken in, squeezing into that tight little spot of hers.

                                            >She does this right alongside you, and you're left in a perfect fit.

                                            >You look right into those sparkly emerald eyes on her.

                                            "You're beautiful."

                                            >She scrunches with a small grin on her face.

                                            >"Sh-shut up, faggot."

                                            >She does just that by leaning in again, messily mixing each other's saliva while you pull out.

                                            >Squeezing her thighs over you, you start at your usual slow pace, just enjoying every bit in her embrace.

                                            >Every push of yours is met with a wet, slick noise.

                                            >Like mixing spaghetti around in a bowl.

                                            >It sounds like that.

                                            >That tight little fillypuss of hers just hugs onto you so snugly.

                                            >Though with how quickly she gets excited, it's never been a problem.

                                            >Every inch of those velvety walls clamp down just right, parting only for you.

                                            >Every hilt gets you a cute gasp out of her, and a little sway of her hips.

                                            >When she finally parts from the kiss, she hugs your neck with her forelegs and looks into your eyes.

                                            >...Christ, everything about her is just so perfect to you.

                                            >Her clit rubs your underside frequently, which just gets more adorable noises out of her.

                                            >You gently hilt inside her each time, a soft clap accomanying every thrust.

                                            >Her moans quickly turn into a light panting, as her tail moves to wrap around one of your legs.

                                            >"Mmm, cum in me, y-you filthy jew."

                                            "Oy vey!"

                                            >That gets a breathy giggle out of her, and she leans closer to you again.

                                            >There's less wrestling, and she just explores the space of your mouth with her tongue, voice cracking in a moan of your name every so often.

                                            >"Oh Anon, I, I l-lo-oooaaah!"

                                            >You thrust deeper into her, making sure to stay hilted for just a little longer.

                                            >Her whole body shudders, and that leg of hers goes crazy.

                                            >Another wave of her juices come gushing out, coating your pelvis and a bit of the bed below you.

                                            >She moves her hips a little and grinds into you, prompting you to do the same to her.

                                            >Her eyes roll up and her tongue lolls out in a perfect ahegao face you wish you could capture.

                                            >Her big, fluffy hips move around with yours, just giving you that extra bit of unf.

                                            >Once recovered, her legs hug you a little tighter, almost in time for the end to grow near.

                                            >She shares your breaths and pants a little softer.

                                            >Moving her hips she mirrors your movements, moaning in your ear while you hug her close to you.

                                            >"Ahh, hmmmph, oh Anon, just unload in me."

                                            >Her muzzle makes its way closer to you.

                                            >"Make me your mare."

                                            >Oh be still, my throbbing cock.

                                            >Her words push you a little closer.

                                            >"Come on, let it all out into me, paint my walls white..."

                                            >Jesus christ, her lewd talk does more to you every time.

                                            >You quickly near your end, slapping against her thighs a little more feverishly.

                                            >Your family jewels slap against her ponut, and every thrust just makes her embrace tighter.

                                            >Soon enough you can barely move, and find yourself nearer to just grind into her.

                                            >She shudders into another orgasm, and you take the break to thrust a little deeper into her.

                                            >"Oh, mpph, y-yess-aaahhh!"

                                            >You silence her with your last kiss, spreading her juices between the both of you and the bed.

                                            >She moans into your mouth as you reach the end.

                                            >You let loose, your member throbbing inside of her as more and more of your cum is emptied through her cervix.

                                            >She grinds along with you, riding out the last bits of your orgasm together.

                                            >Staying in each other's embrace, you don't break the lusty kiss until you're completely done once again.

                                            >Another gaze is shared between you both.

                                            >"H-happy hump day, faggot."

                                            "Y-you too."

                                            >She giggles, then hugs you closer to her, not making a singe effort to move away from you.

                                            >Flipping her back around on top of you, you pull the blanket over and hug her tightly, moving to be a bit more snug inside her.

                                            >Today's already looking to be a great day.


                                            >The next thing you know, you've woken up again.

                                            >Though you remember a bit more this time, you were at a Walmart with your lovely filly here, looking at stuff for kids, for some reason.

                                            >As the rest of the memory quickly fades, you find that it's all you can remember.

                                            >Just as your eyes open, you catch sight of her, just watching you with this dreamy look on her face.

                                            >You swear those hearts in her eyes get just a little more prominent every day.

                                            >"Sorry, couldn't resist…"

                                            >You pet her mane and rub her ears gently, smiling as she leans into your hand.

                                            "That's okay, nobody can."

                                            >"-PFFFT, keep dreaming faggot."

                                            >You pretend to do just that, looking off in thought with a smile.

                                            >"'Ey, you dream anymore and I'll go full yandere on your ass, don't test me mate."

                                            "Jokes on you, that's my fetish."

                                            >She pauses for a moment.

                                            >"No you, faggot."

                                            >Heh, still the superior shitposter.

                                            >Hugging her closer to you, your hands move to knead her flanks.

                                            >Of course her face starts to heat up, and you glance at the clock beside your bed.

                                            >Still early, surprisingly.

                                            "Alright then… you ready for the next part of today?"

                                            >From biting her lip, she looks down at you.

                                            >"Wait, so we're not just going to do each other all day?"

                                            >While that does sound like a great idea, that's what later is for.

                                            >You want to surprise her today.

                                            "Next hump day for sure. Or hell, even tomorrow."

                                            >"Ooor the rest of the week?"

                                            "That too."

                                            >The one perk of not having a consistent job schedule.

                                            >She picks herself up a little, moving her hips around in a small grind.

                                            >"Sooo, what did you have in mind?"

                                            >Your thoughts quickly fade away with every rotation.

                                            >Unf, those hips man.

                                            >Mesmerizing.

                                            "Well now I can't really think straight."

                                            >She bites her lip again, hind legs hugging your sides as she gently picks herself up, bobbing those flanks on top of you.

                                            >"Sooo?~"

                                            "Sooo, you're a faggot."

                                            >Your hand moves to her hips, and now with your go ahead, she does her thing.

                                            >Filly's got a higher libido than you, you swear.

                                            >She plants her hooves on your chest, then rides you at a steady pace.

                                            >Already ready for action before you even started, you just enjoy the feeling.

                                            >And to help things go a little smoother, you pick your legs up, her rump now smacking against your thighs.

                                            >Now much closer to you, you can share each other's breath.

                                            >Just the small bit of warmth coming from it, the sound of her panting, christ it's the perfect mix to be called adorasexy.

                                            >That noisy, wet sound fills your ears with every movement of her hips.

                                            >The few shitty memes you've seen back on Earth come to mind.

                                            >'that's what good pussy sounds like'

                                            >You knead her flanks and bring yourself deeper into her every time she connects.

                                            >Soft moans escape her lips, and even though this is slower than it was earlier, it's just as great.

                                            >Shit, it always is.

                                            >"Mmm, yeah…"


                                            >Oh the little minx, she knows just how to tickle your pickle with her words.

                                            >You run your hands all over those wonderful flanks of hers, squeezing that Cutie Mark and just getting a feel for her amazing rump.

                                            >Gotta love those Earth pony genes, man.

                                            >Your hips buck forward on their own, so you start a small rhythm of your own, pushing as deep as you can inside of her.

                                            >Every inch is just so amazingly tight, it makes you sure that some kind of cosmic force really did bring you together.

                                            >One Anon and Anonfilly in this whole Equestria, both super degenerate, craving the same things and seeing them the same way.

                                            >And if that isn't enough, the fact that your length is EXACTLY enough to touch her cervix, I mean, that's gotta say something.

                                            >Your hands move away from her flanks, and you just rub up and down her body.

                                            >The smirk on her face grows as you give her as much of your attention.

                                            >But soon you find it's not enough, so you put just a little pressure down on her.

                                            >And in an instant, she moves without a second thought, resting her body on you and hugging your neck with her forehooves.

                                            >Now face to face with her, you're left in control, sliding in and out of her wonderfully snug filly bits.

                                            >Every time you hilt inside, you catch her flanks lazily moving with your body, her hind legs picking up from their spots ever so slightly.

                                            >"Ohhh, mmm…"

                                            >Her little moans are so cute.

                                            >You go in for a kiss, holding her rump with one hand, and the back of her head with another.

                                            >This one is less wild, just as gentle and passionate as the loving itself.

                                            >Your tongue meets hers, and they both tango together.

                                            >She holds hers against yours, tastebud to tastebud, only moving to claim every inch she can.

                                            >You swirl around her tongue, brushing against it where you can.

                                            >A needy, throaty moan comes out of her.

                                            >And if that wasn't enough, the fact that a bit of fluids leaked out of her should tell you that she's enjoying it.

                                            >As you kiss, you put a little more focus into your pelvic movements, lining them up to go as deep as possible.

                                            >"Ahn, mmph!"

                                            >With just three perfect thrusts, you can tell she's closer.

                                            >Her tongue moves a little sloppier, and that leg's a twitchin'.

                                            >You thrust a little harder, slapping against her rump and feeling a slight jiggle from it.

                                            >"Unf, harder!"

                                            >You do as the filly says, and she takes to staring into your eyes while she pants.

                                            >She drools a little bit on you.

                                            >"F-fuck yeaaah, ohhh…"

                                            >Her words speed things up, and already you feel the end nearing again.

                                            >Other hand free, you move them back to her hips and smash right into her.

                                            >"Mmm, fuck me!"

                                            >Good god.

                                            >The slick noises coming from your thrusts is drowned out by her moans and panting.

                                            >Every smack gets a tiny squeak out of her.

                                            >"F-fill me up, fag. Ahh, I want you deep inside me…"

                                            >That quickly pushes you over the edge, so you pick up the pace and smack right into that delightful little horsepussy of hers.

                                            >"Ah y-yes! Do it faggot, make me your mare!"

                                            >The feeling sneaks up on you, and you slam right into her for the last time, sending another round of cum right into her waiting womb.

                                            >You both grind the orgasm out in bliss, before falling into a pile of steamy, content cuddling.


                                            >You pet her as she lies on you with a dopey smile on her face.

                                            >Still inside her, the dick seems to quickly recover for another round.

                                            >Before the urge can take over, you slide out of her with a soft 'schlick'.

                                            >"Aww, tapping out already?"

                                            "Pfft, you know you're always the one passing out before me. Besides, I've got stuff planned for us today."

                                            >She scoots a little closer to your face and smirks.

                                            >"Oooh, what kind of stuff~?"

                                            >Ignoring that little purr of hers, you boop her right on the snoot.

                                            "Well first off, we gotta get breakfast. How's cinnamon rolls and carrot dogs sound?"

                                            >Her eyes widen, and she gasps.

                                            >"Oh my god, really?! BOTH?"

                                            "Of course, both."

                                            >She squeaks out a smile, then hugs your neck.

                                            >"Oh my christ, you're literally the best ever!"

                                            "Y-you too…"

                                            >Grabbing her rump, you move off of the bed and carry her over to where your clothes are and shit.

                                            >It doesn't take long until you've got your stuff on, the art of filly carrying and clothes donning having been mastered a long time ago.

                                            >She hugs herself close to you, wearing a content smile as you begin your journey to the cinnamon roll place.

                                            >Now, the reason why it's such a treat is just because of the price.

                                            >Alien welfare and odd jobs don't exactly allow you to have it all the time.

                                            >But that's not really the main reason.

                                            >Personally, the only thing that stops you from going is the fucking size of the things.

                                            >Not only are they expensive, but they're just all fucking massive for that very reason.

                                            >You don't really have that much of a sweet tooth on you, but you love cinnamon rolls.

                                            >But even with that love, it's impossible to finish a single one on your own.

                                            >Though you've seen your little filly here do that no problem, multiple times.

                                            >How, you have no goddamn clue, but she absolutely tears through the things.

                                            >And because of that, you try to treat her to them when you can.

                                            >Despite being here a hundred plus times, she still gets just as excited coming here as she did the first time.

                                            >Pushing the door to the place open, the waitress mare smiles.

                                            >"Ah, Anonymous, Clover, it's been a while!"

                                            >You nod and offer a friendly, smile, and she leads you on over to your usual table, a window seat at the front of the store.

                                            >You've spent many days here just, rating mares, until you couldn't find any you hadn't already seen before.

                                            >Though these days you just spend that time looking at each other, anyways.

                                            >You let her hop from your arms into the chair, then sit on the other side.

                                            >"Alright, so what drinks can I get for you two, usual?"

                                            >You both nod at the same time, and she responds with the same.

                                            >"Okie dokie, that'll be right out in a minute!"

                                            >The second the mare leaves, filly's already muzzle first into the menu.

                                            "Anything you want."

                                            >Her ears perk up, and she moves the menu down.

                                            >"A-anything? And toppings?"

                                            "ANYthing."

                                            >She pauses, and gently drops the menu.

                                            >With a long, deep breath, she slowly looks up at you.

                                            >"I fucking LOVE you, dude."

                                            >You can't help but smile as she viciously scans the menu.

                                            >"-ALRIGHT, I know what I want."

                                            "Really? That was quick."

                                            >"I'm a simple filly, mate."

                                            "I agree, you can be really simple at times."

                                            >"Exactly!"

                                            >She pauses, and drops her hoof.

                                            >"Wait, are you calling me stupid? Fuck you!"

                                            "Maybe later."

                                            >The mare comes on back with two drinks in tow.

                                            >Fuckin magic man, if only fast food places back home had it.


                                            >Coffee, just enough cream and sugar to not be bitter, and of course, a chocolate milk for the missus.

                                            >Sure does love that chocolate, that's for sure.

                                            >"Sooo, any idea what you two want, or do you need another minute?"

                                            >"-I'll get a biggest bun, with extra glaze, nuts, and hot fudge on top! Oh, and with whipped cream!"

                                            >"Okaaay…"

                                            >She scribbles the order down, then looks at you.

                                            >You simply wave your hand.

                                            "I'm fine."

                                            >The mare nods, smiles at your filly, then puts the notepad in her little apron pocket.

                                            >"I'll have that right out!"

                                            >Filly looks over at you with a slightly annoyed pout.

                                            >"How come YOU didn't get anything? You're not just treating ME, are you?"

                                            >You can't help but smile.

                                            >Yup, sure is your filly, alright.

                                            "Well for one, seeing you treated IS my treat."

                                            >She opens her mouth-

                                            "-Also, I just decided to make dessert first, but we're going somewhere else after this too. And if anything, I could just grab some of the big ass cinnamon roll you're getting. I know you won't finish it."

                                            >One of her eyebrows raise slowly.

                                            >"Oh, really now? That a challenge?"

                                            >You slowly settle into the chair, taking a small sip of your coffee.

                                            "And what if it is?"

                                            >She pauses for a moment, tapping her lips with a hoof, eyes gazing off to the side.

                                            >Then she brightens up, focusing back on you with a smirk.

                                            >"Spaghetti dinners, for a WEEK."

                                            >Pfft, is that it?

                                            >She must've seen the look on your face, because she pops up with her hoof out.

                                            >"-AND, you gotta give me perfect mornings, for TWO weeks!"

                                            >Two WEEKS?

                                            >She must've seen your face drop now, because her smirk just grows.

                                            >Man, fourteen days of waking her up with a tongue in her snatch.

                                            >-It's not even that part that makes it bad.

                                            >It's just having to wake up before her to do it.

                                            >And of course, a missed day means three extra…

                                            >Fuck, she drives a hard bargain.

                                            >…Ohoh, but here's your chance!

                                            "Alright, and if I win… it's the collar, for THREE weeks."

                                            >Her pupils widen a bit, then shrink.

                                            >"THREE WEEKS?!"

                                            >She covers her squeaky muzzle with her hooves.

                                            >Looking around to make sure nobody was watching her, she looks back.

                                            >"Fine, you wanna play like that, then I bet the same! And you better be prepared to make spaghetti and perfect mornings DURING that time!"

                                            "Fine!"

                                            >"FINE!"

                                            >You both shake on it, then the weight of your choice seems to fall on both of you.

                                            >If you lose, you're not only going to essentially be her pet-slave, but you're going to have to wear the fucking collar for three weeks.

                                            >Again, it's not even the 'do everything she asks' that's bad.

                                            >It's just that fucking collar.

                                            >Every day.

                                            >For three weeks.

                                            >Twenty

                                            >Four

                                            >Seven

                                            >Okay, you HAVE to win this shit.

                                            >Make sure that she stays drinking that chocolate milk, she'll have less space for the cinnamon roll.

                                            >Tilting the glass up, she follows your gaze towards it.

                                            >Immediately she stops, then sets it down and pushes it away from her.

                                            >Goddamn it.


                                            >She gives you an adorable, shit eating grin.

                                            >"You ready to be my pet, faggot?"

                                            "No you, you're not gonna win this shit."

                                            >She narrows her eyes.

                                            >"Oh, just watch me."

                                            >Right on cue, you hear hoofsteps approaching.

                                            >The mare comes back, holding a big ass plate with an equally big ass cinnamon roll in her magical grasp.

                                            >The diameter's about eight inches, and the thing raises to five.

                                            >Also with the toppings and stuff…

                                            >You look over at your filly, who just gulps.

                                            >Oh yeah, you win.

                                            >Her confidence quickly falters, and you can already imagine how cute she'll look scrunching in a frilly collar with your name on it.

                                            >She takes note of your cheeky grin, then glares.

                                            >"Fuck you, just watch me!"

                                            >Sliding the chocolate milk over, she takes a deep breath, then slams her face straight into the whipping cream.

                                            >But before you can start giggling like a little faggot, you see just how effective she is like that.

                                            >Just watching her, she takes like a quarter of it before just taking a sip of chocolate milk.

                                            >Holy fuck.

                                            >Whipped cream and chocolate sticks to her face as she just absolutely destroys the thing, forcing you to grow more anxious with every bite.

                                            >She doesn't take any breaks besides the one needed for chocolate milk, and you realize the mistake you've just made.

                                            >She's a cartoon horse, she has the physics of one, too.

                                            >If Pinkie can fucking inhale an enormous cake in a second, you're sure she could destroy this cinnamon roll.

                                            >Though as your mind races, thinking of all the degenerate things she'll have you do, you already notice her slowing down.

                                            >Just about three-fourths done, you notice that the only thing cartoon physics gave her was a little bulge in her belly.

                                            >She takes another sip of milk, wincing as it goes down.

                                            >Her eyes just bore into the rest of the roll, her hoof slowly moving towards it.

                                            >She gags slightly and shakes her head.

                                            >"Oh god I'm going to fucking die."

                                            >She dry heaves again, holding a hoof to her mouth.

                                            >Shit, she really wanted to finish that thing.

                                            >You quickly look around for the waitress mare, then flag her down.

                                            >You point at the plate and make a box shape with your hands.

                                            >She glances at it, then your filly, before nodding and going off to get it.

                                            >Getting out of the seat, you gently pick her up from her chair and rush over to the guy's restroom first.

                                            >It's for one person anyways, who cares.

                                            >Moving over the toilet, the second she sees it, she just throws up all of that cinnamon roll into it.

                                            >You pet her back gently and grab some toilet paper, cleaning her mouth when you can.

                                            >After a while of just filling the toilet up, she's left panting, a low groan coming out of her.

                                            >"Okay… I'm done. Uuugh, sink, please."

                                            >Bringing her over, you turn on the water and lower her over it.

                                            >She starts rinsing her mouth with the water, using her hooves to operate everything while you hold her up by her flanks.

                                            >Once she spits a few times, she lazily rolls her back onto the counter, looking up at you.

                                            >"Whatever, you win, f-faggot…"


                                            >You can't help but smile a little.

                                            "I knew you wouldn't be able to finish it."

                                            >"Fuck you, it's that chocolate milk that did me in, you just got lucky."

                                            >You rub her belly a little.

                                            "Well, even if you didn't finish, you got pretty fucking close."

                                            >She looks off to the side in defeat.

                                            "How about we come here again tomorrow, and you can get a replacement for this one? Just, you know, to actually enjoy it this time."

                                            >Looking back at you, she smiles too.

                                            >"You'd be a huge faggot if we didn't."

                                            "-No you, you're a bigger faggot than I am."

                                            >"Well you're ACTUALLY the big faggot, so TECHNICALLY, you're the biggest faggot."

                                            >You try to think of a clever rebuttal to that.

                                            >Nothing comes to mind, except, "Damn it."

                                            >A small chuckle comes out of you, and she giggles after you.

                                            >As you look into her eyes, your position suddenly becomes known to you.

                                            >Here you have her on the sink's counter, filly pressed right against you, perfectly at dick level.

                                            >On her back, hind legs spread apart…

                                            >She seems to notice the same thing, and her face heats up.

                                            >Your body moves before your mind, and you lean over to kiss her.

                                            >Thankfully her mouth was rinsed beforehand, but even then you don't think you'd care much.

                                            >Your arms slink under her, holding her back and head closer so you don't have to lean as much.

                                            >Her hindlegs hug your sides, and the sounds of your sloppy makeout fill the restroom.

                                            >Playing tongue tango with each other, she moans, hugging your neck with her forehooves.

                                            >You feel her hips buck against you, then you break away.

                                            "Shit, actually I don't think we should do this here."

                                            >She looks up at you, face flushed and with a small glare.

                                            >"What, why?"

                                            "Well, don't you think the ponies would be able to smell it? I mean in THEIR bathroom, wouldn't we get kicked out or some shit?"

                                            >"If you were worried about that, you should've thought about showering before coming here, the scent lingers for longer than you think. And not only that, but this place already smells like tons of other ponies have done it in here, what's wrong with just adding two more?"

                                            >You think about it for a moment.

                                            >But not too long, as she pulls you into another small kiss.

                                            >"E-exactly."

                                            >She hugs you a little tighter, putting her tongue where it was before and resuming the sloppy kiss you just finished having.

                                            >Moaning in your embrace, you feel her buck against you again, then her hind legs move to your waist, trying to pull down your pants.

                                            >Don't have to tell you twice!

                                            >You stop and quickly unzip dick, watching her eyes moving from yours to your second mate down there.

                                            >Rubbing your length against her snatch, she gasps.

                                            >She winks against you, coating your member in her fluids.

                                            >Holding her head and back with an arm, your free hand moves to play with her teats, rubbing and gently pinching them.

                                            >She shares her breath with you in the kiss, moaning and shuddering every so often.

                                            >After a bit of rubbing, you poke her entrance-

                                            >"W-wait…"

                                            >You pull out slowly.

                                            >She leans over and into your ear.

                                            >"Lower…"

                                            >You shudder from her voice, and your smile grows.

                                            >Focusing less on your teat rubbing and kissing, you look down to find your new target.

                                            >Her perfect little ponut, all tight and plump.

                                            >Man, REAL tight though.

                                            >Here goes nothing.


                                            >Pressing your tip against it, she winks again, sending some more of her clear fluids down to you.

                                            >Your free hand goes back to her teats, and you use your thumb to catch her clit as it shows.

                                            >You alternate between rubbing it between your fingers, and doing the same for her little teats.

                                            >And as you do, slowy you're bringing yourself into her ponut, watching your length sink into her, inch by inch.

                                            >The more you go, the more frequently she winks.

                                            >And every time she does, her ponut just clamps down tighter on you.

                                            >But soon enough, your pelvis presses against her rump.

                                            >She moans into your mouth, and you spend a little while just kissing while you're stuffed inside her.

                                            >You pull out about an inch, then thrust back in.

                                            >Her whole body moves with the push, and she lets out a cute gasp.

                                            >She winks more frequently, lazily licking around in your mouth as she pants.

                                            >Pulling out just a little more, you enjoy nothing more than seeing her moving along with your body, legs wrapping tightly around you.

                                            >"F-fuck me harder faggot~"

                                            >You do as she says, pushing through the tightness and picking up the pace.

                                            >Slapping against her perfect flanks, you notice a slight squelching noise with this, too.

                                            >"Ahh, hahh~ Ohhh, y-yeahhh!"

                                            >You're sure anybody wanting to come near the bathroom could hear her.

                                            >And you're pretty sure she knows, too.

                                            >But you don't dare.

                                            >You keep  pumping into that little plump ponut of hers, eventually switching to just carrying her, having her forehooves over your shoulders and you using her weight to help sink in.

                                            >She presses her muzzle on your nose, still sharing her breaths and looking into your eyes with this lusty expression.

                                            >You see your reflection in the mirror, and more noticeably how much she's getting railed.

                                            >Her hindlegs, lifted slightly around your stomach, move lazily with her body.

                                            >Everything around you seems to just dull and lessen, only the thumping in your chest and the filly in front of you even being registered to your head.

                                            >As you smash into her, you feel yourself nearing, and quickly.

                                            >She hears your own moans and tightens her grips.

                                            >"D-do it faggot, f-fill my ass you dirty f-fuck!"

                                            >Moving your hands to squeeze her rump, you can't help but give one a smack.

                                            >She yelps, adding to the moans as her pants grow louder.

                                            >You move and press her against a wall, pulling her in for a kiss as she has the same idea.

                                            >Though it's less of a kiss and more like a ferocious tongue fight.

                                            >You feel her spasm around you, winking out as another splash of fluids land on your shirt.

                                            >Though you didn't notice the others.

                                            >She moans loudly, clearly not caring anymore about any of the ponies outside.

                                            >You squeeze her flanks harder, enjoying how kneadable they are against your fingers, and feel yourself coming to again.

                                            >For the third time today, you both stare into each other's eyes before finally nearing the end.

                                            >With one final thrust, you hilt inside of her and shudder from the orgasm, feeling spurt after spurt being emptied inside her.

                                            >She grinds against you and matches your gentle pumping to ride the rest out.

                                            >All at once everything seems to come back to you, your heartbeat slowing as you fill you filly.

                                            >You press against her, putting her back to the wall and properly kiss her.

                                            >Her heart beats against yours, and her pants slow into soft, cute moans.

                                            >When you feel yourself finally completely done, you also feel the sweat sticking everything onto you.

                                            >Maybe having your clothes put on would've masked the scent earlier, but there's no way that'll work now.

                                            >"F-fuck, that was something else…"

                                            >You simply nod.

                                            "Yeah, now everyone will definitely know we just fucked, though."

                                            >"Oh, who cares, let 'em know~ Besides, not like it's not legal here."

                                            >Nodding again, you're still unsure about it.

                                            >"We've smelled just like each other for years. If somebody in this town doesn't already know we fuck at this point, they're either stupid or dead."

                                            >With a smile, you go for a small kiss on her lips and muzzle.

                                            "Touché."


                                            >For a moment you just stand there, sensually sharing kisses and breath as you stay inside her.

                                            >Every peck, every brush of the tongue, it's just as magical as it was when you met.

                                            >Hell, even more so, you'd say.

                                            >Maybe it's how she continues to surprise you, or the fact that you're in a public bathroom inside of a pastry shop, but the butterflies in your stomach are active as ever.

                                            >-Well, you say butterflies, but they feel more like fuckin' hornets.

                                            >Or like, hummingbirds.

                                            >Yeah that sounds better.

                                            >You hold the back of her head, and her rump right above her dock, just so that it's not uncomfortable.

                                            >All of her legs hug around you, as she stays close enough to keep feeling her heart against yours.

                                            >Yeah, that too.

                                            >Never can calm around her.

                                            >Surprised your heart hasn't given out with how much it races when she's near you, even after all this time.

                                            >But to be fair, she's never any better.

                                            >The only pony to ever accept and love your autism, yet it still forces you to worry about it.

                                            >When will you mess up?

                                            >When will you make that one, small fatal mistake, to ruin everything you've built together?

                                            >As you sensually kiss her again for about the fifteenth time, you slowly part, gazing into her big, emerald eyes.

                                            >There's this dreamy, dopey looking expression on her face.

                                            >And your heart skips a beat, once again reminding you of the most important thing about your relationship.

                                            >She's just as autistic as you.

                                            >You can't help but smile at that, and she giggles just seeing you do.

                                            >"What?"

                                            >Those beautiful green orbs.

                                            >So sparkling, full of life.

                                            >And you know you're no different.

                                            >All because of her.

                                            >You slowly peck her again, pressing yourself against her soft, warm lips for a good few seconds.

                                            "Nothing... You're just... so amazing, you know that? Everything about you."

                                            >Her blush deepens, and a shaky smile forms on her face while avoiding your gaze.

                                            >"S-stop it, y-you cheesy faggot!"

                                            >Adjusting your arms, you pull her in for a hug, her head resting on your shoulder.

                                            >She hugs you a little tighter, sighing.

                                            >"N-never change..."

                                            >For another moment you just stay in each other's embraces, enjoying the warmth spread all around you.

                                            >Not to mention the warmth of still being in her.

                                            >After what seems like forever, but not long enough, you finally pull out of her.

                                            "Alright, well as much as I wouldn't mind doing this forever, I've still got things planned, and we're inside a public bathroom."

                                            >You feel her looking around.

                                            >"O-oh yeah, I kinda forgot about that."

                                            >Not a single drop spills out of her, despite the angle, and you set her on the counter again, next to the mess you caused.

                                            >She looks at it with a blush, then your shirt.

                                            >"H-heh, maybe we did get a little carried away."

                                            "You mean not carried away enough. I'll be honest the thought of someone hearing us was kind of exhilarating."

                                            >Buckling your pants up, you see her pupils widen a bit.

                                            >"I thought so t-too."

                                            >Trying to wipe the still wet parts of her cum off your shirt, you give her a smug grin.

                                            "One of these days we should try it in the park."

                                            >They widen even more, and her breathing clearly gets a little heavier.

                                            >"Y-yeah, th-that would be... y-yeah!"

                                            >You can't help but laugh at her reaction.

                                            >Always full of surprises.

                                            >You wash your hands, -merely because you touched the bathroom wall- and pick her up again.

                                            >Walking towards the door, she resumes hugging you just like before, but, you know, without having your dick in her.

                                            >"Wait, aren't you gonna clean that mess up?"

                                            "Well you said other ponies have already been here before, so let's show 'em who owns the place now, eh?"

                                            >Her heart thumps a little quicker.

                                            >What a cutie.

                                            >Opening the door, you quickly move on over to the register, up to the already blushing server pony standing there.

                                            "So, what's the damage?"

                                            >"Twenty b-bits, sir!"

                                            >You pay the thankfully-not-so-well-known mare and walk on back to the table, grabbing the container and drinks.

                                            >Passing the new cup of chocolate milk to your filly, and holding her rump with your arm, you're able to carry the box and drink a bit of your drink easily.

                                            >Though you're coffee's clearly cold, for good reason.

                                            >Wonder where Cherry went, anyways?

                                            >Doesn't get off for another few hours...

                                            >Probably a break or something, who knows.

                                            >But you make sure to leave extra bits for a tip anyways.

                                            >As you walk through the streets with your filly, you completely ignore all the looks going your way.

                                            >You kinda got used to ignoring them a while ago, but now that your filly's mentioned the comment about smells...

                                            >Well, you think they might just be looking at you for THAT, instead of, you know, being you.

                                            >...Shit, that might exactly be it.

                                            >You mean if ET was living in your neighborhood, you'd certainly get bored of staring at him after more than three years.

                                            >...Well, what's done is done, and you hope now that all these ponies can tell you totally screwed like animals.

                                            >She's your filly, and yours alone, just as you'll always be hers.

                                            >"So, what's the next step in your master plan?"

                                            >Cracking up like a big retard, she lets out a small giggle near your ear.

                                            "Crashing the carrotdog stand, with no survivors."

                                            >"Aw yiss!"

                                            >You walk down the street with her in tow, a destination in mind and a huge smile on your face.

                                            >But really, ever since you've met filly...

                                            >Well, you've always had a dumb smile on your face.


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                                            >You spend the walk to the carrotdog stand finishing your drinks and quoting movies.

                                            >"Anon, don't be jealous just because I've been chatting online with babes, all day."

                                            "What a wonderful story, filly."

                                            >She giggles right beside your ear.

                                            >That sweet, heavenly giggle of hers.

                                            >Every shitty joke, every embarrassing thing you've ever done for her.

                                            >It's all worth it just to hear that.

                                            >You can help but run the hand you're holding her rump with, slightly kneading and petting her flanks gently.

                                            >A soft, cute sigh escapes her, and nothing else needs to be said.

                                            >She wraps her forelegs tighter and rubs your back with a hoof.

                                            >You can also hear her sipping her chocolate milk.

                                            >But before you can get lost in your mind enjoying her presence, you show up at the carrot dog place, the tent before you with a big "CLOSED" sign on it and all the tables around it empty.

                                            >You stop and put her on the seat of one of them.

                                            >She places the chocolate milk down, glances around her as her ears quickly droop.

                                            >Then her gaze moves over to the sign, and her ears pin against her head.

                                            >She looks up at you with the most heart wrenching pout you've ever seen.

                                            >"I-I, it's not o-open?"

                                            >You get on one knee, now eye level with her simultaneously adorable and fucking sad as hell expression.

                                            >Her eyes water slightly, and you respond with a tender ear rub.

                                            >She calms down a little, then you cup her cheek, watching her lean into your hand and hold it with a hoof.

                                            >Then you give her a small kiss on the snoot.

                                            "Oh ye of little faith, come here."

                                            >You pick her up again, refusing to have those cute little hooves of hers even come close to touching the ground, and walk her the two feet towards the tent.

                                            >You knock on the sign with a knuckle.

                                            >There's some silence, until finally the sign's moved, and the tent flap's pushed out of the way.

                                            >Immediately you're both hit with the scent of those lovely carrotdogs, and the shop owner greets you with a smile.

                                            >"Well hey Anon, you're a little late, but that just gave me time to make some more dogs! Hope you two've got a big appetite!"

                                            >"Hell yeah I do!"

                                            >He chuckles, clearly not knowing what hell even is.

                                            >"Well then little missy, what can I getcha?"

                                            >She turns and looks at you for a approval.

                                            "Anything."

                                            >"A-anything?"

                                            >"Yep, anything you want, as many times as you want!"

                                            >You see her pupils widen again, and she turns back to the stallion.

                                            >Though you could've sworn you saw a little something else in that split second...

                                            >"I-I, c-could I get a footlong carrotdog, w-with everything?"

                                            >"Just one?"

                                            >"I can have TWO?"

                                            >"You can have THREE!"

                                            >She squeaks, and you both can't help but find her excitement amusing.

                                            >"Alright, three it is, and you, Anon?"

                                            "Same thing, if you will."

                                            >"Good choice, it'll be ready in five minutes tops!"

                                            >You give him a friendly nod and a smile, then head on back to sit at the table.

                                            >But instead of sitting on her own, she plants that little filly rump on your lap and faces you.

                                            >With her eyes sparkling, she hugs your neck and bounces a little.

                                            >"Oh my god Anon, y-you don't understand, you just don't [i]GET[/i] how [i]MUCH[/i] I LOVE YOU RIGHT NOW!"

                                            >You can't help but keep a smile on, but the way she bounced on you...

                                            >Oh my fuck.

                                            >At least the carrotdog scent overpowered your little session, too.

                                            >She hugs herself closer, wrapping her hindlegs around your waist and resting her head on your shoulder again.

                                            >Then she grinds you around in a circle.

                                            >"When we get home, Anon, you are going to fucking fill me until I pass out or can't take anymore."

                                            >You glance around yourself, just to make sure that no random bystander pony just heard that.

                                            >Her voice lowers.

                                            >"I'm so going to milk you dry~"

                                            >Jesus, there goes your heart.

                                            >And your dick.

                                            "W-we still have one more stop after this, alright?"

                                            >Her ears droop a little.

                                            "Trust me, you're gonna love it."

                                            >Well, you hope she does.

                                            >You really, REALLY doubt she won't.

                                            >But there's always that thought...

                                            >Blush still on her face, she pulls away and presses her muzzle against your nose.

                                            >"I'll love anywhere as long as you're there, too."

                                            >She gives you a kiss.

                                            >"-SIX CARROTDOG FOOTLONGS ORDER UP-"

                                            >You jump and fall off of the damn chair, filly's fall being broken by your chest.

                                            >And even though it hurts, you can't say you're not a fan of this position you're in.

                                            >Also good thing the guy never sticks his head out when putting orders out.

                                            >You're left looking up at her, that long mane of hers blocking out the sun so you can only see what's important.

                                            >That blush of hers deepens, and you find your hands rubbing down to her flanks...

                                            >You have to fight through it, and pick yourself up with her in tow.

                                            >Yeah, your heart's on overdrive now.

                                            >You place her on the seat, and she just stands there until you get back with the six carrot dogs.

                                            >By the time you grab them, you see the guy's already in there just napping with his hat on his head, practically surrounded by carrotdogs.

                                            >Well, that's a relief.

                                            >The second you sit down, filly hops on your lap again and sits down.

                                            >Then you realize why she just stood there until you got back.

                                            >She is sopping wet.

                                            >Like, you can already feel it bleeding through your clothes.

                                            >Her tail flicks out, and it wraps around your side.

                                            >She presses her thighs together and presses her back against you, looking up at you.

                                            >"F-forget what I said earlier. I c-can't wait until later..."

                                            >You glance around yourself again.

                                            >Empty.

                                            >Oh man, your heart's racing extra hard right now.

                                            >Are you really gonna do this?

                                            >She grabs one of the footlongs in her hooves, and puts a big portion of it in her mouth.

                                            >Looking up at you, you watch as she swirls her tongue around it, making these messy slurping noises.

                                            >Then she gently grinds her rump against you again.

                                            >Oh yeah, you're definitely doing this.


                                            >Your hands start from her sides, slowly moving down to her perfect, curvy rump.

                                            >Jesus Christ, how did you get so lucky here?

                                            >How did you manage to get literally the best waifu you ever could've asked for?

                                            >Running over her Cutie Marks, you gently squeeze and knead as she takes them for a ride, guiding your hands in a circle over your lap.

                                            >She finally takes a bite of the carrotdog, then spins around in the position she was in last time, facing you, hugging your waist and your neck.

                                            >And she brings you in for a kiss immediately.

                                            >You're met with her tongue, and that piece of carrot dog she just bit off.

                                            >Thankfully it's not all chewed up mush, but you don't think you'd care at this point anyways.

                                            >God, what a kinky filly.

                                            >Exactly what you meant by those surprises.

                                            >You swish your tongues around each other for a moment, savoring the taste of her, and all the condiments that came along with the foot long.

                                            >Then she breaks away, leaving the main piece of carrot in your mouth.

                                            >"U-unzip that dick, y-you fag."

                                            >You can't comply any quicker, moving your hands down to your fly and letting the dick free from his prisons, hard as fucking titanium- fuck diamonds.

                                            >She wastes no time, bringing her hips up and using your shoulders to gently lower herself onto you.

                                            >You slide right into her tight confines like butter, a very satisfying *schllck* sound following all the way down.

                                            >Hands already on your sides, you can't help but go for her hooves nearby.

                                            >You massage her legs tenderly, as she pulls you back in to a kiss.

                                            >They find their way down to her frogs, and you relish the softness of them while you rub.

                                            >You both fight over the carrot in your mouths, trying to take and keep it from the other.

                                            >On top of her own sweet flavor, the condiments and sauces of the carrot dog makes things more interesting.

                                            >She moans into your mouth as she pulls herself up, starting a slow rhythm bobbing her hips on you.

                                            >*schllck, schllck, schllck*

                                            >Fucking music to your ears.

                                            >After a final rubdown of her hooves, you move on over to her rump, placing a hand on her lower back, then the other moving further south.

                                            >You find her dock, and start rubbing it with your free hand, feeling her tail lift higher in response.

                                            >She moans into your mouth, and your fingers work their magic, pressing the top and bottom and stroking it gently.

                                            >"Hmmph, mmm~"

                                            >Once you're satisfied with your work, you move lower towards her perky little ponut, sliding your middle finger in where your lower half was earlier.

                                            >"Ahhmmm!"

                                            >You silence each other with the kiss, knowing that the pony in charge of your food is just a few feet away to hear.

                                            >But as you find out, that just makes it hotter.

                                            >You move your finger in and out of her gently, feeling her tight little thing clenching on to you the whole way through.

                                            >It's a miracle how you're even able to enter her, being this tight.

                                            >But, well she is YOUR perfect waifu, why wouldn't you be the perfect fit?

                                            >Her hind legs lazily bob with her movements, which are getting slower as her panting grows louder.

                                            >So you decide to take matters into your own hands.

                                            >Literally.

                                            >Switching to your index finger, you use the rest of your fingers to hold one side of her plump rump.

                                            >And naturally, your hand finds the other.

                                            >And you use both to keep the slow, steady rhythm going, though bringing her up higher to take more of you with every bob.

                                            >She gasps in your mouth and moans, relinquishing control of the carrot dog as her tongue moves slowly, mind clearly absorbed in bliss.

                                            >Her panting grows heavier, and as her thighs press against yours for just the third time, she tightens up with a gasp.

                                            >So you speed it up, feeling her cum all over you, tensing up as you pound her into mush.

                                            >"AHH, HMM, MMM!"

                                            >Her tongue lolls out into your own, and her ears fold as the orgasm takes her.

                                            >It's more than enough to go around your pelvis, and soaks the parts of your pants all around it.

                                            >Though it's harder to move as she clamps down on you, it's so rewarding on the way down.

                                            >She's winking on you like mad, more of her fluids spilling down onto you continuously.

                                            >It's no wonder that it doesn't take very long until you feel yourself close.

                                            >Already sweating at this point, quickly throw your jacket onto the table and continue with your movements, pressing into her ponut quicker and trying to help with your own hip movements.

                                            >It doesn't go so well, so you just massage and feel up her perfect flanks while you bring them down on you.

                                            >Her hind legs just lazily move, filly clearly out of her mind to even focus on hugging around you.

                                            >-And with that idea in mind, you move your hands again.

                                            >You hug around her barrel, leaning slightly towards the table as you go with your hip movements again.

                                            >You're able to move just about an inch in and out of her, but quickly.

                                            >And this close to being all the way in her, it's what you prefer anyways.

                                            >You hold her over the table, but keep your hands as support, able to watch as her legs lazily move with your rhythm.

                                            >She brings you in for a lazy kiss, the carrot having been swallowed at this point, and moans into you, with short breaks in between.

                                            >"F-fill me up faggot. C-cream in m-me. Fill y-your filly~"

                                            >Her words inspire you to move faster and harder, and the feeling builds up extremely quick.

                                            >You slam into those perfect thighs of hers, making a few claps as a result on the last few.

                                            >Then the last hilt comes, and you slam right into her.

                                            >The orgasm shocks you, and your whole body seizes up as you let spurt after spurt fill her up.

                                            >Then she hits you with the last bit and grinds around you, bobbing slightly and indeed, milking you for all you got.

                                            "Oh f-fuck."

                                            >You grit your teeth as she continues, panting with her tongue lolling out, until the feeling fades, and you're both just left breathing heavily and staring at each other.

                                            >You both have the idea to go for a kiss at the same time.

                                            "Good god I love you..."

                                            >"W-what... n-no "no homo" this time?"

                                            >You shake your head and grin.

                                            "Only homo for you."