An Insightful Night Out


                                            >The quiet ticking of the clock above you, reminding you of how slow today was going by.

                                            >The graphite tip of your pencil occasionally tapping on your desk as you ran some numbers through your desk-side calculator.

                                            >A typewriter in front of you, with your work standing far from finished.

                                            >You slouched back into your chair, grumbling quietly as you tried to focus yourself to the task at hand.

                                            >Most other ponies and humans didn't even need to work today, and yet, here you were.

                                            >You had to show up early, too.

                                            >You didn't even get to be outside at the dockyard below, making sure no one was breaking anything.

                                            >Instead, you were stuck in this stuffy office, trying to plod through this paperwork that needed doing.

                                            >Today was just not shaping up to be your day.

                                            >At the very least, you were trying to get enough done now so you didn't have to bring it home for the holidays.

                                            >No way in Hell were you doing that.

                                            >As you were slowly getting yourself back into the swing of things, you heard the door to your little cave pushed further open.

                                            >Wondering who was coming by to pay you a visit instead of being busy themselves, your attention was torn away from what you really should be doing.

                                            >"Hey, Anon, you got a minute?"

                                            >There was only one human in all of Equestria who that could be.

                                            "Well, if it isn't my eternal-torment-made-manifest. What do you want, 'Nito?"

                                            >Incognito, for his part, sheepishly stood in the doorway as he got to explaining himself.

                                            >"I was just swingin' by to ask you something real quick, if that's alright."

                                            >You shrugged, gesturing for him to continue.

                                            >The beating-around-the-bush left you wondering why he was being so damn bashful about it.

                                            "Well, you gonna do that, man? We both have something we ought to be doing right now."

                                            >"I was just about to do that. So, uh...are you free later tonight?"

                                            >What now?

                                            "I mean...I guess? Was just planning on relaxing at home with the family. Why do you need to know?"

                                            >At this point, you were more curious than anything else.

                                            >"It's just that, eh, I met this one mare-"

                                            "Have you, now?"

                                            >You interrupted with faux-doubt.

                                            >"Ha, ha, asshole. Seriously, though, she's real sweet and we've hit it off quite well... I was wondering if you'd like to meet her at some point."

                                            >Your teasing aside, Incognito meeting some mystery mare and becoming fast friends with her, much less just about to start a more serious, romantic relationship?

                                            >And you were just now hearing about it?

                                            "Look at you, getting yourself a special someone! Mind telling me who the lucky mare out there is?"

                                            >Incognito raised his hands, as though telling you to slow your roll a tad.

                                            >"Spoilers, Anon. Besides, I could talk about her all day, and it still wouldn't be enough to really describe her."

                                            >Shit, you thought that'd work.

                                            >Whoever this mare was, she seemed to have left quite the impression on him.

                                            "Right, you want to keep it a surprise."

                                            >You leaned back in your seat, subconsciously welcoming the distraction from the daily grind.

                                            "I'll have to see what the missus thinks. Can't just go running off on my own, now, I'd never hear the end of it if I left the foals alone for too long."

                                            >Truth be told, you didn't even think you had it in you to not tell your wife if you were simply running down to the store for something small.

                                            >It's not your fault that they were the sweetest little things in the world.

                                            >Gifts from heaven, if ever there were any.

                                            >"Right, right, I gotcha, Anon..."

                                            >He chuckled dryly, his words trailing off as he still stood there, halfway in and out of your little corner of the building.

                                            >Talking about her, and the kids...

                                            >Really made you want to just go back home, spend some time with them...

                                            >It had been little more than a few hours, and you were missing them dearly.

                                            >Lost in feeling homesick when home was right down the corner, you almost didn't notice the light rapping against the window.

                                            >Incognito seemed confused as to what would be making that sound.

                                            >You, however, knew who the culprit would be.

                                            >Getting up from your seat with a growing smile on your face, you strolled over to the window, unlocking it and sliding it over to the side.

                                            >No doubt it confused Incognito, since he didn't swing by your office around this time.

                                            >Waiting on the other end of the glass was a certain maroon pegasus, who had a long, cream-silver mane and a bandage drawn over her eyes.

                                            >On her foreleg, a platinum band set with a glittering blue diamond shone as the sunlight hit it.

                                            >The mare in question was the light of your life, your wonderful wife.

                                            >Mother to your lovely little ones, and mare without compare.

                                            >Singular Insight.

                                            >She acted first, leaning in closer as she hovered in flight, planting a kiss on you lips.

                                            >You were surprised at the suddenness of it, of course, but you were quick to savor the moment as though you two were lovers long separated.

                                            >Five or six hours counted as a long time, right?

                                            >As the kiss parted, however reluctantly, your hand found its way to that beautiful mane of hers.

                                            "I've missed you, dear; a whole lot. I ever tell you that?"

                                            >That soft, subdued-but-sweet smile of hers took you back to Horseshoe Bay's beaches, all those years ago.

                                            >"Perhaps...it would be amiss if I did not admit our home feels emptier without you there, my dearest heart."

                                            >Sweet-talker.

                                            "I'd be back there, too, but I got all this icky paperwork that's holding me back. I promise I won't be gone for too much longer, Insight."

                                            >She rested her hooves on the windowsill, her owlish wings barely making a sound, even as you watched them elegantly keep her in the air.

                                            >"Do you distaste your employ, husband? I recommended you search for options to reenter an educational field..."

                                            "I know; I have a good thing going here, with the boss, though. I didn't want to throw that away and start all over again."

                                            >You gently grasped her hooves, wanting to assuage any worries she might have.

                                            "Besides, this isn't what I usually do here, dear. Just something important that came up today, is all."

                                            >Teachers also have a metric fuckload of paperwork to sift through, too.

                                            >Not something you were eager to return to.

                                            >Insight nodded slowly, accepting your answer.

                                            "How are the kids doing back home, sweetheart?"

                                            >"They are well, Anonymous. I shall not leave them to their own devices if I did not have confidence they could handle themselves in my temporary absence."

                                            >Hard to argue with that logic.

                                            >Still, it was good to hear that.

                                            >"You two are killin' me over here!"

                                            >'Nito spoke up, clutching his hand to his chest as he made himself known again to the room.

                                            >"So, I guess that's Mrs. Anon over there?"

                                            >Singular Insight giggled softly, turning her attention to the other human in the room.

                                            >"I suppose that I am, yes. Who would you be? I do not recall making your acquaintance before."

                                            >He paused for a moment, likely wondering what the eye-bandages were for, but was quick to get back on track.

                                            >"I'm Incognito, or just 'Nito. I work with this guy right here!"

                                            >You felt a fingertip prodding against your cheek, which you immediately swat away with annoyance.

                                            >"I believe my husband has brought you up in conversation, on occasion. It is pleasant to meet you in person, Incognito."

                                            >He gives an exaggerated bow upon hearing that.

                                            >"I'm honored to have a few mentions, here and there, Mrs. Insight."

                                            >Remembering something, your mare tosses a glance to the saddlebag strapped to her side, the pouch's straps coming unlatched as a faint outline of magic surrounded them.

                                            >Insight utilized her weird, eldritch magic to draw something out of the bag, that being a small container that had a bit of condensation on the lid.

                                            >"I had almost forgotten; my apologies. Something to offer you satiety, my dearest heart."

                                            >You took the pre-made lunch from her magical grasp, placing a chaste peck on her cheek.

                                            "Thank you, Insight, dear. I was really needing a pick-me-up to get through the day."

                                            >You beamed graciously, setting the packaged meal off to your desk.

                                            >"Oh! Anon, you mind telling her...?"

                                            >Incognito brought up, pretending to be cryptic as he brought up the original reason as to why he was here.

                                            >That earlier topic nearly slipped your mind with such a radiant mare to focus on next to you.

                                            "Alright, I'll go ahead and do that."

                                            >Insight glanced between the two of you, her curiosity piqued by whatever secret you two had shared beforehand.

                                            >Pointing to the man-in-question, you begin to relay the news to Insight.

                                            "'Nito's just told me that he'd gone and found himself a special somepony."

                                            >"Is that so, dearest?"

                                            "I know, I was as surprised as you were, sweetheart. The boy's not only made himself some friends, but he's even got a marefriend now."

                                            >Insight's subtle, measured smile grew, her front hooves clopping together.

                                            >"Congratulations, Incognito! This season of festivities must surely be all the warmer for you."

                                            >He nodded, almost blushing from the attention.

                                            >"It certainly is...I asked Anon if he might want to meet her in person, and now that you're here, I'm thinking: why don't we all go somewhere special together?"

                                            "Like a double date?"

                                            >He snapped his fingers, pointing to you as you caught along to what he now had planned.

                                            >"Exactly like that! What do you think about that, Mrs. Insight?"

                                            >Your wife tapped her chin with her hoof, mulling over the idea.

                                            >"It...has been a considerable amount of time since my husband and I have partaken in activities away from home and apart from our foals..."

                                            >She turned her attention to you.

                                            >"Do you desire to, my dearest heart?"

                                            >You shrugged, not having much else in mind for later today.

                                            "I'm game, was gonna ask and see if you were interested."

                                            >She shook her head in affirmation.

                                            >"We are able to meet you and this peculiar mare who has caught your heart, Incognito. Is there any particular establishment you request us to arrive at?"

                                            >Insight asked, clearly thinking two steps ahead.

                                            >It didn't take long for him to answer in kind.

                                            >"There's this one new place that opened up on Silvergrain Street, looks real snazzy and fancy. 'V.B.'s Lounge,' if I'm remembering it correctly."

                                            >You had never heard of the place, but maybe that was because Baltimare was a pretty big city with plenty of ponies.

                                            "A double dinner date it is, then. Should we be there by six or seven?"

                                            >After rubbing his chin for a moment, he nodded in reply.

                                            >"Yeah, around seven or seven-thirty sounds good. I'll show up a bit earlier to snag a table for four, and I'll see you two there!"

                                            >As he left your office to go do whatever an Incognito does, he waved goodbye to the two of you.

                                            >"And it was nice meeting you, Mrs. Anon!"

                                            >Insight could barely get a goodbye in herself, as the other human had departed from your little hole in the wall.

                                            >With him gone now and a packed lunch dropped off by your sweetheart, you put two and two together.

                                            "So...I suppose you gotta go, too?"

                                            >Your eyes met with the cloth concealing hers, wishing you didn't need to be apart for much longer.

                                            >The maroon pegasus nodded wistfully, confirming your suspicions.

                                            >"I must, my dearest heart, we possess a house full of rambunctious foals...you certainly set yourself to that task, Anon."

                                            >Towards the tail end of her sentence, her voice was lower, though it certainly wasn't angry or anything.

                                            >You shrug, guilty-as-charged.

                                            "Now, I can't take all the credit there. I had some help, after all."

                                            >You punctuated your words with a kiss, wishing you could linger a bit longer as your lips parted.

                                            >Her uplifting smile was made all the more adorable with the blush you could make out arising on her cheeks.

                                            >"So you have, my dearest heart. I eagerly await your return, to brighten our home evermore."

                                            >So did you.

                                            >With your final goodbyes said, Singular Insight took flight back to your humble abode, no doubt needing to tame a wild bunch of children.

                                            >Even as your heart longed to be there, you supposed your lukewarm lunch would be acceptable company to keep you here.

                                            >She even packed you some of her jam, too.

                                            >You loved that mare, so damn much.

                                            >The rest of your workday was filled with happy, homebound thoughts as you chipped away at the unpleasant task-at-hand.

                                            >It was better than being a total grouch the rest of the day, right?

                                            >It certainly took a long while, but eventually, the paperwork you had been allotted was done and dusted with.

                                            >Now, you were free!

                                            >Free to actually enjoy the holiday season with your friends and most beloved family!

                                            >And maybe that one nerd at the office, too.

                                            >Stepping out of the dockyard offices, a gust of cold wind made you shiver, even underneath your coat.

                                            >Either the weatherponies were off as well, or they were making it even colder this year.

                                            >You absentmindedly wondered if it'd be a particularly snowy year.

                                            >Pulling your coat closer, you powered through the cold to get back to the warmth of your hearth.

                                            >If anything, it was all the more reason to pick up the pace.

                                            >On your way back, you passed by Page Query's library, partially drenched in holiday cheer.

                                            >Partially, because she and her hubby were still dressing the place up.

                                            >Their foals were probably off somewhere, causing trouble and being up to no good.

                                            >Seeing you walking by, she waved her foreleg at you energetically.

                                            >With a sight that adorable, you felt obligated to return the favor.

                                            >With all your years of living here, in Equestria, you were still unable to figure out why they were so gosh-darn adorable.

                                            >A question that would hang in the air, unanswered, for a little while longer, you guessed.

                                            >You thought about possibly checking out a couple of new books; the new issue of Daring Do for Prop Call, or a treatise on carpentry for Sandlight…

                                            >However, you ultimately decided it could wait for tomorrow.

                                            >You were a bit booked today, after all.

                                            >A few buildings down from Page Query's quaint temple to literacy, you arrived at your own doorstep.

                                            >Your home had changed quite a bit since you first came to Equestria.

                                            >It actually used to be smaller, more than enough for you and your eventual spouse.

                                            >As your family grew, however, it needed to expand as the numbers living under the roof did.

                                            >You barely had a yard, at this point.

                                            >No matter how much it changed, though, you wouldn't trade it for anything.

                                            >You also hated moving.

                                            >Wondering why you were still standing outside with frigid winds biting through your clothes and not inside, sitting on a couch wrapped in a blanket or a certain mare's wings, you opened the front door...

                                            >...and were nearly knocked off balance as two fillies pounced to hug you as tight as they could.

                                            >First of the pair was Arcjump, your second foal, if the violet-white-violet mane and alabaster coat at the edge of your vision was any indication.

                                            >The other was Heartpress, the youngest addition to your family, a coral-colored filly who looked up at you through her charcoal blue mane with those big, beautiful seafoam-green eyes of hers.

                                            >All pegasi, of course.

                                            >Heartpress had nailed you right in the chest, while her older sister clasped herself onto your arm.

                                            >The both of them giggled foalishly as they greeted you from a long day at work.

                                            >"Papa's back home!"

                                            >Arcjump decreed, beaming to her youngest sibling.

                                            >The young pegasus filly simply uttered the sweetest little garbled foal noises in response.

                                            >They had clearly coordinated this.

                                            >You had fallen into their trap.

                                            >With this much cute, you weren't sure if your heart could handle it.

                                            >Just as you were sure you'd collapse under this barrage of adorableness, their mother came to your rescue.

                                            >"Arcjump, Heartpress; would you allow your father to shut the door behind him, first, lest the living room fills with a terrible chill? Only recently has he returned from his employ."

                                            >A draft was starting to follow you in, now that you regained your bearings.

                                            >Arcjump groaned in disappointment, but reluctantly let go of your arm to glide down to the ground.

                                            >Her sister, however, still clung tightly to you, flapping her little wings in an attempt to hug you tighter.

                                            >Somehow.

                                            >It was not to last much longer, at least for the immediate future, though.

                                            >Insight, trotting over to you, took hold of the filly with her unique magic to pry her off of you.

                                            >Realizing that she wasn't hugging you anymore, Heartpress sighed with a sorrow known only to the cuddleless.

                                            >Her displeasure at not hugging something was soon alleviated, however as Singular Insight set her to rest upon her withers.

                                            >She lit up like the sun now that someone was within hugging distance, giving her mother the bestest hug she could possibly give.

                                            >Even now, they wouldn't let your heart rest quietly.

                                            >With all your person not claimed by any of your foals for immediate cuddling, you shut the front door before the living room started snowing.

                                            >Arcjump still seemed a little pouty at being told to get off of you, especially since her accomplice in getting the drop on you was riding atop her mother's back.

                                            >So you decided to make it up to her.

                                            >With the element of surprise now on your side, you hoisted her up to sit on your shoulders.

                                            >You knew she loved to see the world from the point-of-view of DA BIGGEST.

                                            >Since you weren't hearing any pouty poner noises, you decided the mission was indeed accomplished.

                                            "They give you a whole lot of trouble while I was away, Insight, dear?"

                                            >You ask as you look up to the happy, cute l'il shid enjoying a piggyback ride.

                                            >"They were well-behaved today, my dearest heart. That does not mean they were not two hoof-fuls of a charge."

                                            >That got a hearty guffaw out of you.

                                            "Of course, they wouldn't be our merry band of angels if they weren't, now would they?"

                                            >You mused as you bounced the white filly on your shoulders, your heart palpitating at her adorably exuberant reaction.

                                            "How are the rest of the kids doing? I haven't seen them around yet."

                                            >You weren't worried sick, as Equestria can be a very safe place to live.

                                            >It was just out of natural, fatherly concern, is all.

                                            >"Prop Call has elected to spend the evening with a close acquaintance of his, a 'sleep-over,' is it, husband?"

                                            >You nodded in confirmation.

                                            >Did they not have those when Insight was a filly?

                                            "Oh. Well, good. And Sandlight...?"

                                            >"She is well, and soon to arrive, my dearest heart."

                                            >Your wife reassured you, striding over towards the couch.

                                            >"Before she had departed from our household this morning, she informed me that she would be occupied at one of her schoolhouse acquaintances' residence to complete a scholastic project of theirs."

                                            >Before hopping up herself, Singular Insight set the youngest foal against the armrest, Insight's owl-like wings lifting her onto her own seat.

                                            >"Care to join us, Anon?"

                                            >Now how could you say no to an invitation like that?

                                            >Answering with your footfalls, you joined your mare on the couch, setting Arcjump down in your lap once seated.

                                            >You sighed happily as you sunk into the couch, feeling your spine realign from being hunched at your desk all day.

                                            >"Did your employers require you to carry anything heavy, my dearest heart?"

                                            >Insight asked, concerned if you might have overexerted yourself.

                                            >You shook your head with a small smile.

                                            "Nah...those office chairs ride you really wrong after the first couple of hours, especially if you don't get up often enough."

                                            >They also were nowhere near as comfortable as being under your own roof, if you were going to nitpick a little bit more.

                                            "I'm also just glad to be home again, with the ponies that matter most in my life."

                                            >Your smile grew as you looked to the maroon pegasus beside you, noticing her gentle blush as she looked away from you.

                                            >You still got it, Anon.

                                            >Things were mostly quiet after that, aside from the crackling of the wood stove keeping the room warm.

                                            >Arcjump had begun to shiver as the cold that came in had yet to be driven out.

                                            >Poor thing was freezing...

                                            >Thinking quickly, you took off your coat and draped it over her.

                                            >Your daughter huddled against to you, pulling the blanket tighter to keep warm.

                                            >You, in turn, held her close.

                                            >Petting her short mane, you marveled at how peaceful you felt in that moment.

                                            >Even if you weren't doing anything particularly enrapturing - reading a good book, or listening to some boppin' hits on the gramophone - everything was feeling alright.

                                            >You had spent the past several hours bored out of your skull, and yet, doing nothing seemed the best thing to do.

                                            >Tossing a glance to the wonderful ponies at your side, you observed that Insight had brought your youngest beside her barrel, draping a wing over her.

                                            >You would admit, you were a tiny bit jealous of Heartpress in this moment.

                                            >Though, you supposed she needed it more than you did right now.

                                            >As the minutes passed you by, a certain somepony had ended up nodded off.

                                            >The white-coated filly in your arms was taking her little poner snooze, snoring softly as she did.

                                            >Aww, she must've tuckered herself out playin' all day...

                                            >You idly thought about going down the hall to tuck her in, but you just couldn't bring yourself to get up.

                                            >You had reasons.

                                            >Like that you didn't want to wake her up.

                                            >And you had gotten so comfortable with the rest of the family.

                                            >Or that you were starting to feel a bit tired yourself.

                                            >Seeing her so cozy might just be contagious.

                                            >First, it was catching yourself yawning.

                                            >Then your eyes began to narrow, feeling heavier.

                                            >Fight it as you might, you felt a sheet of drowsiness being pulled over you.

                                            >A nap didn't sound half bad, anywho…

                                            >It didn't take long for you to eventually join your daughter in dozing off.

                                            >You hadn't a clue how much time had passed, but when you woke next, a hoof was gingerly prodding you.

                                            >"Anon, dearest, are you present?"

                                            >That voice was immediately familiar to you.

                                            >Your eyes fluttered open, focusing on the source of that wonderful voice.

                                            >Insight was gently trying to rouse you from your slumber.

                                            "Mh? Yeah, I'm here, dear...what's happening?"

                                            >As you shifted to sit up, you noticed that the girls were no longer on the couch with you and your wife.

                                            >Perhaps they were tucked in their beds?

                                            >"I do believe the hour is approaching our outing...perhaps we should freshen up and prepare?"

                                            >Outing?

                                            >Your drowsy mind took a moment to dredge up that bit of info.

                                            >You were quick to your feet once you remembered just what it was you had planned for the evening.

                                            "Oh! Oh, right! You know what time it is, sweetheart?"

                                            >"The last moment I had observed, it was fifteen minutes past six-o'clock, Anon."

                                            >Six-fifteen?

                                            >Okay, alright, you should still have plenty of time on your side.

                                            "Looks like we ought to get ready, then. Wouldn't want to be any more than fashionably late, now would we?"

                                            >She didn't say anything, but you could just feel her rolling her eyes at you for that zinger.

                                            >"In the event you were still wondering, my dearest heart, Sandlight returned whilst you were sleeping."

                                            >Insight informed you as the two of you went upstairs to get ready for the night.

                                            >Awfully nice of her to assuage your worries before you even remembered them.

                                            >You guessed she was probably in her room or something.

                                            >After arriving in the bedroom the two of you shared, the first order of business was deciding on what to wear.

                                            >Sifting through outfits was obviously going to take you longer, but you were fairly certain she would want some input on whatever choice she made.

                                            >Let's see what you had available...

                                            >Banana pajamas and a long-sleeve shirt were an obvious no-go, they probably wouldn't even let you in.

                                            >One of these days, though, you'd find a place that was down with that...

                                            >Something more business-causal might not fly either, if it's as fancy as you thought it would be.

                                            >"Lounge" didn't strike you in the same manner as embarrassing after-work drinks.

                                            >Tux?

                                            >Shit, you weren't going to a wedding or anything that important.

                                            >At least, not any time soon.

                                            >Your range eventually settled on one or two sets of dress clothes.

                                            >As a battle of incalculable proportions over which to choose raged on within your mind, Insight's voice broke your concentration.

                                            >"Husband, do you believe this outfit to be sufficient for our outing this evening?"

                                            >What she had chosen was an elegant burgundy dress, one that in the light seemed to glitter and shine softly.

                                            >Not too overwhelmingly, of course.

                                            >Insight wasn't the kind of mare who preferred a flashy style.

                                            "I can't wait to see you in it, dear. I know you'll look absolutely stellar."

                                            >Your mare partially covered her face with a foreleg, but you knew how to tell that flush apart from her maroon coat.

                                            >"How fortunate it is for you that your flattery performs such miracles on my heart, Anon...do you require assistance with your attire?"

                                            "Actually, yeah, I do. What do you think about these?"

                                            >You flip between two dress coats.

                                            "Do you want me to roll with the black one, or the blue one?"

                                            >Navy blue was pretty close to black, but hey, at least there's some element of choice in there.

                                            >As you awaited her answer, you continued to flip between the two to offer comparison.

                                            >"Mayhap the blue, for the sake of contrast?"

                                            >Hmm...

                                            >That was an interesting angle to look at it with.

                                            >Black certainly was classy, and there wasn't too much reason to fault the classics.

                                            >But if the wife suggests something, then maybe it's a good idea to listen, right?

                                            >It also wasn't a half-bad idea, since there were far worse "matching-outfit" decisions people before you have made.

                                            >After some consideration, you decided to go with it.

                                            >Besides, if you didn't like the look, it shouldn't take that long to change.

                                            "Sounds good, dear. I think I'll go wash-up before putting it on."

                                            >Even if you hadn't been sweating your ass off today, you still didn't want to potentially leave the scent of bog monster on something that nice.

                                            >Before you got too far away, your mare called out to you.

                                            >"My dearest heart, is there a possibility that I might accompany you for bathing?"

                                            "Do you would really want to do that? I know with, uh..."

                                            >You wave your hand over your own eyes, not wanting to touch on the subject matter too directly.

                                            "...y'know, you appreciate the privacy, and all..."

                                            >Your words trailed off as you lost what you wanted to say.

                                            >You knew that was still a sensitive subject for your wife, even after all this time together.

                                            >If there was one thing you did take seriously, it was the well-being of everyone in your new family.

                                            >Insight, however, disarmed your concerned query with a wave of a hoof and that subdued smile of hers.

                                            >"If I would be uncomfortable with it, I would not have proposed the concept. Perhaps it is a more efficient utilization of our limited time to share..."

                                            >She glanced to the side almost shyly as her wings spread slightly.

                                            >"...and it would be amiss if I did not mention your grace and expertise in assisting with preening..."

                                            >Well, that was a good point...

                                            >Could also be some pegasi fashion thing, as well.

                                            "If you say so, sweetheart. I'll go ahead and get it started."

                                            >You said with a still-unsure smile before you briefly departed to get the water flowing warm.

                                            >As much as you liked them, a cold shower really wasn't your cup of tea when the weather outside was frightful.

                                            >Once the water came up to temperature, you called your mare over.

                                            "You wanna go ahead first?"

                                            >Coordinating things like this with Insight was always, in some way, awkward.

                                            >Silently, you wondered what an outside observer would think if they had no real context for the reasons behind it.

                                            >The sound of those obscuring bandages slumping into the trash bin was her affirmation.

                                            >After she had carefully stepped inside, taking great pains to not eye you unmasked, she called for you as the water splashed off of her.

                                            >"Anon, my dearest heart, you are welcome to enter now."

                                            >Well, what in the world are you waiting for, Anon?

                                            >Tossing your clothes aside, you did exactly that, joining behind her.

                                            >Insight's mane looked positively luxurious, like a great ribbon of the finest silk.

                                            >There was a reason why manes were one of your many poner-related weaknesses.

                                            >Before you spent too much time ogling her beautiful form and wound up late, Singular Insight directed your attention to the task at hand.

                                            >"Anonymous, would you be so kind as to assist with my plumage?"

                                            >Her voice, for perhaps the second time today, was lower and...huskier, if you didn't know any better.

                                            >With a humble "yes, ma'am," you got to work.

                                            >Sitting down so as to not worry about slippin' and slidin' in the shower, you leaned in a little closer as you examined her wings.

                                            >Everything seemed to be in working order, but it would be superficial at best to stop there.

                                            >You began to gently run a finger along her wing's feathers softly, searching with practiced finesse for any feathers needing removal.

                                            >There were a couple of damaged or old feathers that stood out to you, which you gingerly plucked free, tossing into a bag for that sole purpose.

                                            >Again and again, you sifted through her wings, with fewer and fewer feathers at fault with every pass.

                                            >Satisfied with your handiwork, you moved onto the next, aiming to repeat the process.

                                            >The longer you focused on the task of helping your mare preen her wings, the more you felt yourself entering some kind of zen state.

                                            >Which made you all the more surprised when you felt a certain somepony drop their haunches onto you.

                                            >At first, you thought your mare might have slipped, or that you might have made her lose her footing.

                                            >You questioned those assumptions when you realized just where she had fallen atop you.

                                            >Insight's flanks were now resting in your lap, and if you weren't just using wishful thinking, her marebits were practically enveloping your manhood.

                                            >You breathed in sharply as tingles of a lascivious need raced up your spine.

                                            >As powerful as that need could be, you would at least have the courtesy to rule out all other possibilities before misbehaving.

                                            >You weren't some damn animal.

                                            "Dear, d-did you slip?"

                                            >"It would appear that I have."

                                            >The maroon pegasus answered, her normally-subdued tone being subsumed with a sort of playfulness.

                                            >If her words barely suggested that a miscalculation of footing was the case, her actions outright denied it.

                                            >Her shifting in your lap only served to run her dripping sex along your shaft, her winking clitty making its presence known as it planted lurid "kisses" all the while.

                                            >At this point, you put two-and-two together.

                                            "...Y-You're doing this on purpose, a-aren't you?"

                                            >Even from here, you could see the corners of her lips turn upwards with a coy smile.

                                            >"Why, whatsoever are you alluding to, my dearest heart?"

                                            >Your mare "questioned," repeating the gentle gyration of her hips against your lap, her folds threatening to take your stiffening rod to the hilt.

                                            >Cheeki mare.

                                            "I'm talking about something a little like..."

                                            >With a mighty need having pierced through your inhibitions, you deftly hooked your hands under her owlish wings, rolling your thumbs gently along the space between her wings.

                                            "...this."

                                            >Her breathing hitched as you went straight for the sensual jugular, the mare before you now putty in your hands.

                                            >"O-Oh, you lecherous cur..."

                                            >Insight purred as the cold, hair-raising sensation of her unnatural magic firmly grasped your hands, the maroon mare keeping them right where they were.

                                            >All the while, her haunches and mareish slit straddled the length of your maleness with her teats brushing up against your glans.

                                            >Suffice to say, your dick was hard enough to hunt with.

                                            "You kn-know we can't spend too long in here, d-dear..."

                                            >You weren't exactly offering any real protest to the course this shower had taken, goodness no.

                                            >Just a bit of concern that the both of you'd end up enjoying the evening too much before it even began.

                                            >Though her eyes were still closed, Insight "glanced" back to you with a sultry smile.

                                            >"How fortunate it is that we shall not be occupied long, for if I know anything about you, my dearest heart..."

                                            >As she spoke, the eldritch magic she was gifted with directed your hands along her body, running along the gentle curves of her barrel.

                                            >"...it is that you cannot resist me, or my particular 'charms.' I would venture to say that your hands speak volumes for you in agreement."

                                            >Her point was expressed in no clearer terms as your hands wound up on her flanks, inviting you to savor the positively divine suppleness.

                                            >Which you absolutely did.

                                            >Even if you did have total control of your hands, would you really be doing anything else in this moment?

                                            >She was right, after all.

                                            >With yourself distracted, Insight lined her equine sex with your crown, tempting you to spear her upon your throbbing rod as she ever-so-slightly worked herself atop it.

                                            >woah mama

                                            >After a moment or two of this, the alien magic that had kept control of your hands relinquished its grasp, letting you have free reign.

                                            >"To say it in the modern parlance, husband...take me."

                                            >Poor mare must really need this...

                                            >And, hey, maybe you did, too.

                                            >You didn't answer with words of your own, instead, you kept firm grasp of those plush-yet-trim haunches as you guided her down onto your length.

                                            >A gentle gasp escaped Insight's lips as you parted her netherlips with your glans, her heated marehood inviting you deeper with each wondrous ministration.

                                            >You bit your lower lip as your hips met her own with a gentle, wet slap, desperately trying to suppress a moan as you wondered if the two of you had been making too much noise.

                                            >Your mind was brought to a different conclusion - the correct one - as Insight began to rise and fall atop your shaft of her own volition, likely due to your momentary inaction.

                                            >You were pretty sure everything would be fine.

                                            >As your mare's delicious flanks once more slapped against your middle, you gave them a rightfully-deserved appreciative squeeze, much to her delight.

                                            >At least, if Insight's quiet, pleasured vocalizations were anything to go by.

                                            >You gave silent thanks for her quiet, demure nature.

                                            >With her pace established, you began to meet the steady rising and falling of her hips with thrusts of your own, drawing such delightful vocalizations from the gorgeous pegasus.

                                            >A minute or two into cleaning and preening, you felt a change of position was in order.

                                            >Not that railing the missus wasn't already fan-fucking-tastic, of course.

                                            >You just felt you should show more love and attention for the rest of the pegasus mare, was all.

                                            >With your mind made up, you wrapped your arms around Insight, bringing her back to rest against your chest.

                                            >She must have been surprised, at first, if that surprised little squeak of hers was anything to go by.

                                            >Insight's surprise quickly gave way to disappointment at the temporary pause in the sensual rhythm you two had going.

                                            >Along with her rocking back and forth atop your rod, her mareish sex practically suckled your crown to encourage you to pick up where you had left off.

                                            >She even had a little pouty face, too.

                                            >Fortunately for her, she wouldn't have to wait much longer.

                                            >You had every intention of taking that pony pussy right back to pound-town.

                                            >After you'd made sure Insight was comfortable and you weren't pinching her wings against your chest, you resumed pistoning yourself deep within your mare.

                                            >With every shallow, vigorous thrust, your crown hammered against that ring of resistance towards her marehood's deepest depths.

                                            >And each time you slammed your rod against that seal, it practically sent her body into paroxysms.

                                            >The steady, concerted ministrations of her walls devolved into erratic, desperate clenching right after you slammed your cockhead against her cervix only to try and return to that previous, coherent rhythm.

                                            >Which you would, of course, disrupt with another grand cervix-slam.

                                            >Even those cute little moans coming from her were a tad less reserved than before.

                                            >"H-How rare is it...we po-possess such a moment...to ourselves!"

                                            >Insight remarked between breathless panting.

                                            >You acknowledged her correctness not with words, but your patented secret technique.

                                            >Snaking your hands between her now splayed-open hind legs, you opened by grabbing one of her teats, squeezing it as you ever-so-gently pinched and tweaked the sensitive end.

                                            >You followed that with resting your hand on the other as you toyed with her winking clitty.

                                            >She stood no chance against the wombo-combo of tactile bliss you were assailing her with.

                                            >With something between a delightful, almost sing-song moan and a rather bestial whinny, your wife announced her climax.

                                            >The needy, jumbled pace of her marehood's servicing of your shaft became a concerted, determined command for you to join her in the throes of orgasm.

                                            >Right before you crested your peak, you buried your face in that long, luxurious mane of hers as you offered a couple more thrusts, made all the more difficult by just how tightly every inch of her equine sex clung to your length.

                                            >When you went over your limit, you did so with a primal growl and a final, deep hilt within your beautiful mare.

                                            >With each rope of seed you slung deep into her fertile womb, you pressed your glans firmly against the end of her passage, holding your pegasus wife tightly all the while.

                                            >Once your passions were inevitably spent, you laid there with your mare, catching your breath as afterglow washed over the both of you.

                                            >As much as you wanted to just sit there with Insight and forget about the chilly world outside, you remembered something about plans for later.

                                            >That, and if you stayed too long, the water bill might make your butthole burn.

                                            >So, with a reluctant sigh, you broke the pleasant silence.

                                            "Think we oughta get back to getting clean, sweetheart?"

                                            >You asked, rubbing your cheek against the spot between her pony ears.

                                            >"I suppose we must...if you would release me, my dearest heart?"

                                            >Insight answered with her own request, giving a gentle flap of her wings as she squirmed ever-so-much in your embrace.

                                            >Yeah, that might be important to do.

                                            >Obliging, you let go of her, taking care that she didn't actually, for realzies fall in the shower.

                                            >…of course, not before you gave her a chaste peck on the cheek.

                                            >You were a sap, what could you say?