Late Night Bliss (Pipp Petals x Anon-Pone)


                                            >Tick...

                                            >Tock...

                                            >Tick...

                                            >Tock...

                                            >You toss and turn in your bed, hoping a fresh bout of cool air will finally put you to rest.

                                            >But when that fails, and the clock still ticks, you lay on your back and let out a heavy—but quiet—sigh.

                                            >Unable to see said clock in the dark, you grab your phone and look at the time.

                                            >[[1:59AM]]

                                            "Ughhh..." you sigh. "Why can't I sleep?"

                                            >You glance around the massive bedroom of the Crystal Brighthouse, a sight you've quickly become accustomed to.

                                            >Especially this late.

                                            >Despite it being dark, you can still at least make out the familiar figures of Sunny, Izzy, and your sister Zipp, all sound asleep judging by the assortments of heavy and soft snoring.

                                            >Pursing your lips, you lay back onto your pillow and sigh again quietly through your nostrils, staring up at the ceiling.

                                            >You hated nights like these.

                                            >They didn't come often, but when they did, you could never fall asleep until 5AM.

                                            >And then you have to be up at 7AM to get ready for princess duties at 8AM.

                                            >Ugh, being a princess can be so difficult sometimes...

                                            >Luckily, that part of these night troubles has been put on hold for now, and your only worry is the Salon!

                                            >... Which you can't operate if you're half-asleep...

                                            >Another sigh and a trill of your lips, you ponder on what you can do.

                                            >You're not hungry or thirsty, and you don't need to go to the bathroom.

                                            >You could go for a walk through town, maybe record a few ClipClops for your fans of the gorgeous nighttime scenery, but it's freezing at this time of night, even for a pegasus like you.

                                            >Plus, you don't like going out alone at night after the whole "Bush Whacker" incident.

                                            >Ugh...

                                            >...

                                            >Well... you could—

                                            >No. No!

                                            >Your friends are literally sleeping right next to you!

                                            >And your sister!

                                            >That's gross!

                                            >What if they catch you?

                                            >You'll never hear the end of it!

                                            >And if the Pippsqueaks ever found out, you'll DEFINITELY never hear the end of it!

                                            >"Hnnngh...!" you whine in a whisper. "What am I gonna do...?"

                                            >You look back to your phone and turn it on again to see the time.

                                            >Only a minute has passed.

                                            >[[2:00AM]]

                                            >Initially, you decide to set the phone down and close your eyes in the hope that your body will eventually just fall asleep.

                                            >And at first, it does seem to help.

                                            >Staying completely still, you find yourself beginning to drift off, the world around you slowly fading out.

                                            >Your breathing slows, and you—

                                            *SNOOOOOORE*

                                            >—are now wide awake once again, thanks to your sister's incessant snoring.

                                            >With a frustrated groan, you grab one of your pillows and hurl it at the sleeping mare.

                                            >It flies over her sleeping body and lands on the floor several feet away with a soft /plomf!/.

                                            >You roll your eyes and lay back down into your mattress with a pout plastered onto your lips.


                                            >Tick.

                                            >Tock.

                                            >You flip a strand of your mane from your face and pick up your phone once more to check the time.

                                            >[[2:09AM]]

                                            >What? That can't be right!

                                            >You just looked at it a minute ago!

                                            >Well... it's not completely bad.

                                            >But nearly ten minutes isn't enough.

                                            >You want to sleep!

                                            >As you debate on what other choices you might have, you absentmindedly begin rubbing your thighs together.

                                            >It was something you often did in your teenage years in a habitual fit of anxiety, mainly in situations like this.

                                            >But now, the feeling was doing nothing but stirring a familiar feeling in your loins.

                                            >You let out a soft moan, one even you could barely hear, and bite your lips as you begin to contemplate /that/ option.

                                            >You suppose one little rub couldn't...

                                            >No!

                                            >No matter how good it feels, no matter how much it might help, you refuse to resort to that with family and friends sleeping next to you!

                                            >Yuck!

                                            >... You'll still keep rubbing your thighs together.

                                            >I-It feels nice, that's all.

                                            >You begin browsing through your phone, checking all of the individual apps you have installed which, truth be told, isn't very much.

                                            >You spend a couple minutes playing Puffer HufferZ, but you're quick to get bored of it.

                                            >Eventually, you start scrolling through your ClipClop profile, which is polluted with an assortment of random clips you recorded today—well, yesterday in this case—such as Izzy unicycling a bunch of broken lamps into functioning solar panels, or Hitch flabbing in front of the camera.

                                            >The last ClipClop you uploaded was you using a bunny face filter on Anon, who looked none the wiser.

                                            >He looked really cute with that filter.

                                            >But just before you clicked to exit out of the app, something caught your eye.

                                            >Speaking of...

                                            >Anon's profile sat in your followers page... with a green circle next to his avatar?

                                            >What's he doing up at this hour?

                                            >Curious, you exit out of the app and open your messages.

                                            >Anon is one of the last ponies you replied to.

                                            >Sure enough, his profile picture in your contacts also contains a green circle, indicating he was currently online.

                                            >You begin nibbling on your inner cheek as you open up his contact and click to message him, then unfurl your wings just enough to type, but before you did, you stopped.

                                            /"He's probably trying to go to sleep too,"/ you think to yourself. /"I don't want to keep him up, right?"/

                                            >... Buuut he'd probably just ignore it if that were the case.

                                            >Perhaps one quick message won't hurt.

                                            >Who knows, maybe you'll finally fall asleep.

                                            >N-Not that talking to Anon is boring or anything!

                                            >You just fall asleep easier when you text.

                                            >The tips of your wings fly along your screen as you start messaging Anon.

                                            [Hey Anon. Are you awake?]

                                            >Aaaand send.

                                            >And now you're already regretting it.

                                            >Unfortunately, you're not able to delete or unsend the message in time.

                                            >[(Seen by: Anon)]


                                            >Shutting off your screen, you lay on your side, worried you're gonna get an annoyed text back, or maybe he'll yell at you, or block you, or stop talking to you altogether! Or—

                                            *bzzzt*

                                            *ding*

                                            >You screen lights up, and you see his reply.

                                            >[Hey! Yeah, I'm awake. Having trouble sleeping :/]

                                            >... Or it'll be no big deal.

                                            >Sheesh, you seriously need to chillax sometimes.

                                            >With a bit of your nerves having calmed down, you reply simply:

                                            [same :P]

                                            >Anon immediately reads it and begins replying.

                                            >[What for? Can't sleep or something keeping you awake?]

                                            >You chew on your lip.

                                            >You start to make yourself comfy on the bed.

                                            [is there a difference :P]

                                            >[Kinda? Can't sleep as in just can't fall asleep for no reason, and keeping you awake as in something is bothering you and you can't go to sleep because of it. Did I explain that okay?]

                                            [lol yeah, makes sense]

                                            >You stifle a little giggle before a sigh escapes you as you begin to explain.

                                            [a mix of both i guess? I have these times where i can't sleep at all]

                                            [they're not common or anything]

                                            [but they really suck when they happen because i'm up allll night]

                                            >[Oof.]

                                            [yaa x.x]

                                            [but the last few months have been totally stressful too]

                                            [i really like everything here, but it's so different from back home!]

                                            [I've always been so used to waking up early and doing my royal duties]

                                            [i mean... i still wake up early]

                                            [but you know what i mean, right?]

                                            >It takes around a minute for Anon's reply to go through.

                                            >Your eyes scroll through the message delicately.

                                            >[Yeah, I get it. It'll probably take time for you to adjust to all the changes, especially with magic coming back and everything. That's probably going to change things a lot. Maybe that's why you can't sleep?]

                                            [I guess so :(]

                                            [these kind of nights only started happening a few nights ago tho]

                                            [maybe it's the whole stress of maretime bay day and sparky and everything]

                                            [it's just so much to unpack x.x]

                                            >[Have you talked to Zipp about it?]

                                            >You eye your sister's sleeping form in her bed nearby.

                                            >You frown, unknowingly for a second.

                                            [no :/]

                                            [i want to tell her... but i don't want her to think i'm just overreacting]

                                            >[I don't think you are. I'm sure she's going through the same thing as you, just that she's able to handle it better. I'd say talk to her about it tomorrow.]

                                            >[Or if you want, I can stop by the Brighthouse tomorrow and talk to her?]

                                            >You smile warmly.

                                            [Aww... that's sweet of you <3]

                                            [But I think I might tell her myself.]

                                            [she's been able to help me out before, so maybe she can do it again? or help me nail it down?]

                                            >[yee]

                                            >You cup your phone in your hooves as you giggle silently to yourself.

                                            [thank you though :)]

                                            [and... thank you for letting me vent a bit >-<]

                                            [i never really get to do it; i always feel dumb afterwards]

                                            >[You're not dumb. Venting is good for you. Don't be afraid to vent more if you want, okay?]


                                            [like right now?]

                                            >[Sure, if you want! I'm here to listen (or read in this case, but blah).]

                                            [:P you're silly]

                                            [but thank you]

                                            [and i can't really think of anything else to rant about rn... that was mainly it ^^;]

                                            >[No worries. If you want, we can just chat for a bit till ya feel tired. :D]

                                            [You sure it's okay?]

                                            >[yeeeee]

                                            >[if i'm being honest... i was actually thinking about texting you right before you texted me ^^;]

                                            >... Well, /that/ got your attention.

                                            [really? :o]

                                            >[ye]

                                            >[I saw you were online so I was gonna shoot you a message in case you were awake. Didn't wanna bother ya, though.]

                                            >You gotta be... omg.

                                            >With a snort and a giggle, you begin typing rapidly on your phone's keyboard.

                                            [omg i was doing the same thing for like a solid minute lol]

                                            >[XD]

                                            >Already, you were feeling a little bit better about messaging Anon.

                                            >You two are already so in-sync!

                                            >You suppose chatting for a bit can't hurt.

                                            [So how was your day? :)]

                                            >[Pretty good :)]

                                            >[After I got smoothies with you guys, I did some volunteer work over at CanterLogic.]

                                            >[Nothing really solid there yet, but Phyllis is revamping the whole place top to bottom.]

                                            >[I think it's something Sunny could really get into. :P]

                                            [What kinda work?]

                                            >[Mainly taking down all the "anti-race" stuff they built over the years like the splat-a-pults and wing locks and all that fun stuff.]

                                            >[She's got these cool mech-wing things for earth ponies. Super wip stuff.]

                                            >[But I think they could be really good prosthetics. I wanna ask her about that before she gets rid of them.]

                                            [Oooooh]

                                            >[yeeee]

                                            >Gosh, he's adorable.

                                            >[HBU? How was your day? Anything interesting happen?]

                                            >Scrunching your lips aside, you look at the ceiling and ponder on all the /interesting/ things that happened today.

                                            [Welll... not much]

                                            [First Sunny and I did some facial masks at the spa in the morning]

                                            [Then Zipp and I gave Cloudpuff a bath]

                                            [He was very stinky x.x]

                                            [Then we got smoothies and that's when you showed up :)]

                                            [After that I livestreamed for about an hour to show off all the new beauty products I cooked up at the spa this week <3]

                                            [Oooh]

                                            [And Izzy got us takeout! ^-^]

                                            [It was soooooo good]

                                            >And it was.

                                            >You never thought fried queso-dipped potatoes could ever taste so good.

                                            >As harming to your figure as it was.

                                            >... Worth it.

                                            >[Nice~]

                                            >[What you get?]

                                            [Fried queso potatoes! :D]

                                            [they were super greasy but sooo worth it]

                                            >[Ooh, I love those!]

                                            >It was your turn to yeeeeeee to the stallion.

                                            >The two of you proceeded to yeee back and forth for a good minute before moving on.

                                            [hbu? What did you eat?]

                                            >[Eh, just an egg pizza.]

                                            ...

                                            [egg]

                                            [pizza?]

                                            >[Trust me, it's way better than it sounds. XD]

                                            >Hmm... well, you /do/ like eggs and pizza, but together?

                                            >You supposed it can't be too bad combined.

                                            >Then again, you thought cotton candy and soda went well together when you were 9... and you regretted that decision for the rest of the day.

                                            [I'll have to try it sometime then ^^;]


                                            >[I've got some leftovers at my house. If ya want, you can come over tomorrow and try some!]

                                            >[I even bought an air fryer so it'll taste just as fresh. :D]

                                            >Did... Did Anon just invite you over to his place?

                                            >... What are you saying, yes he did.

                                            >But just for pizza, duh!

                                            >And you did say you'd try it sometime, so...

                                            [Sure if that's okay :o]

                                            >You replied after a few moments; Anon's reply was just as quick.

                                            >[All good! I've got like six slices left here. Wasn't super hungry today. x.x]

                                            >You almost said 'same' instinctively, but you literally just told him you pigged out on greasy potatoes.

                                            >Looking down at your belly, you gave it a gentle squish with your free hoof.

                                            >You weren't exactly fat or anything, but you definitely had a bit of a pudge going on.

                                            >As you played with your fuzzy belly, you noticed you'd still been rubbing your thighs, as you had been for the entire time you've been talking with Anon.

                                            >Remembering the feeling, as well as the ticklish sensation your hoof brought along your stomach, sent shivers running up and down your body.

                                            >You really want to...

                                            >NO! DO IT LATER!

                                            "Ugh, go awayyy, stupid thoughts," you whine silently to yourself.

                                            >With a huff, you lie on your side and continue texting Anon, all while doing your best to keep your mind on other things, preferably safe and not-very-lewd things.

                                            >For a good ten minutes, you and Anon text back and forth, bringing up any subject that came to mind, from food to music to your favorite movies.

                                            >Of course, you were more of a glutton for music, but to each their own, as Mom would say!

                                            >Anon also talked about the idea of getting a dog, like a golden retriever!

                                            >[I think Cloudpuff could use a friend. ^^]

                                            >That's true; the last time he had a dog friend was when he was a little puppy, but then the owners moved away to the city of Pepper Falls and you haven't seen them since.

                                            >And even if he does get all the spoiled little loving from you, Zipp, and Mom, an actual dog friend would have him thrilled.

                                            >And who better than a golden? <3

                                            >While sending your next text, you couldn't help but glance at the time in the corner.

                                            >[[2:25 AM]]

                                            >You could hardly believe it.

                                            >It felt like you've been talking to Anon for hours, and yet it's only been, what, 15 minutes?

                                            >Ugh, no wonder you still felt so awake.

                                            >... Well... at least talking to Anon has really helped keep you from losing your mind.

                                            >So you guess it isn't all that bad, right?

                                            >But it got you curious.

                                            [You feeling tired yet? :o]

                                            >[Nope. :I]

                                            >[Still wide awake.]

                                            >[You?]

                                            [saaaame x.x;;]

                                            >[You wanna keep chatting or do you wanna try going to sleep?]

                                            >[Whatever's fine with you, I mean! ^^;]

                                            >As much as it would help to at least attempt to sleep, you'd rather not waste time doing nothing but staring at the ceiling and hoping the sun doesn't come up before you can shut your eyes.

                                            >Plus...

                                            [Actually... I really like talking to you, if that's okay?]

                                            >You were hoping he didn't take that the wrong way.


                                            >It was just that...

                                            >[More than okay! :) <3]

                                            >You really like talking to him~

                                            >And you weren't going to sleep anytime soon.

                                            >So what's the rush?

                                            >You started asking Anon whatever questions might've interested him, and things that clearly you would've enjoyed yourself.

                                            >Music, video games, mobile apps, maybe even some of his favorite foods beyond what he's already told you.

                                            >[Hmm...]

                                            >[I really like a good gooey pizza from time to time.]

                                            >[I mean like, super cheesy, the kind that would make you sick and hate yourself afterwards.]

                                            >[And then you'd just jump right back in for another slice.]

                                            >[I was a big boy when I was younger.]

                                            >You didn't say it to him, but the thought of Anon being a chubby little colt made you audibly snort.

                                            >And as gross as his description of pizza sounded, you couldn't deny you would probably do the same.

                                            >Well... mainly because you already /have/ done it.

                                            >A month ago.

                                            >With burritos.

                                            >Hey, when you mix provolone cheese with jalapeno poppers, it's a craving you can't control!

                                            >[I actually just bought this phone a few months ago, right around the time I met Izzy, so I haven't really taken the time to download any apps beyond the basics. :P]

                                            [Ooh! Then I got the perfect app for you!]

                                            >You opened up the app store on your phone real quick and typed in "MIX-N-JAM".

                                            >Once the very first link appeared, you copied the URL and sent it to Anon.

                                            >Mix-N-Jam is a music maker app that you first used back when you first got into music.

                                            >It's gotten sooo many updates in the last few years; some of the songs ponies have made on it sound almost as good as your own music!

                                            >You'd be jealous, but the world could always use more artists.

                                            >And Anon seems like the kind of guy who'd be interested in that.

                                            >[Oooh! <3]

                                            >Bingo.

                                            >[I'll check it out in a bit, but I like what I'm seeing. ^-^]

                                            [i knew you would :3]

                                            >You opened up Flappit and started scrolling through /f/puppos, a subflap dedicated to some of the absolute qtest puppies you've ever seen!

                                            >Who knows, it may even just seal the deal on Anon's debating~

                                            >The hottest post on the sub was a golden retriever rolling around on freshly cut grass, without a care in the world, and doing what a dog does best.

                                            >Being fabulous!

                                            >And cute. Very cute.

                                            >Aaaaand shared.

                                            >[<3]

                                            >[precious boi]

                                            >You post a gif of an animated version of you nodding feverishly.

                                            >[Whoa, where'd you get that gif? :o]

                                            >Before you could answer, Anon answered again.

                                            >[wait found 'em]

                                            >For context, a company decided to integrate animated GIFs/emojis of you and Zipp into the latest OS messaging apps.

                                            >Zipp doesn't really like hers, but can you blame her?

                                            >She doesn't even look like that!

                                            >You'll have to write a strongly-worded email to them about that!

                                            >Yours, though?

                                            >Puuuuuurfect~

                                            >And that was totally not a pun because yours look like cute little kitties, haha not at all

                                            >You sent Anon another gif, this time of you blowing a raspberry goofily.


                                            >He responded with the gif of you making the :V face.

                                            >You shot him a quick gif of you scrunching your lips in a faux-'angy' tone.

                                            >He just retaliated with the basic :D.

                                            >The two of you went on like this for at least a minute, going through emoji after emoji until you'd used up every single one of them.

                                            >Your smile was so wide, it made your cheeks hurt a little, but you really didn't care.

                                            >You were having so much fun!

                                            [you're so silly]

                                            >[no u :D]

                                            "Heee," you giggle audibly, still quiet enough to not wake or disturb the others.

                                            >Anon shared a Flappit post showing off a young golden retriever puppy, rolling about on his back and making a :V face to the camera—a subtle, yet clever attempt of adoration.

                                            >And sure enough, it worked.

                                            >You let out a shriek, unable to contain your emotion for the cute lil pupper.

                                            >Ooh, speaking of...!

                                            [Ooh! Did you see the cute little hairdo we gave Cloudpuff today? <3]

                                            >[No :o]

                                            >In an instant, you were practically flailing through your phone's photo gallery, eager to show the stallion your handiwork.

                                            >You clicked share and skimmed through your phone to find the images of Cloudpuff you knew you’d taken earlier today.

                                            >But you were so quick to tap the right images in your photo gallery that you—

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                                            >SHARED THE WRONG FUCKING PICTURE WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUUUUUUCK

                                            >Any and all happy, warm feelings, all of the color in your face.

                                            >It all vanished in an instant as you tried desperately to delete the image.

                                            >But you forgot there was an anti-spam timer built into the app, so you had to wait at least ten seconds before you could do that.

                                            >You were quick to type.

                                            [DON'T LOOK DON'T LOOK I DIDN'T MEAN TO POST THAT]

                                            >After the ten seconds were up, you hastily deleted the photo.

                                            >But it was too late.

                                            >[(Seen by: Anon)]

                                            >You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs.

                                            >But the last thing you wanted was for the others to hear you and learn of your mistake.

                                            >So you were quick to shut off your phone screen and hide the phone underneath your pillow.

                                            >But not before Anon's reply caught your eye.

                                            >[oh my]

                                            >It could've implicated a thousand things, but right now your mind was certain it was nothing good.

                                            >You shoved your phone under your pillow and buried your face into the mattress.

                                            >You felt your cheeks grow warm, and tears started to well up into your eyes, quick to meld into the bed sheet.

                                            >Despite trying your best not to let it get to you, you could feel yourself on the verge of crying.

                                            >There was a part of you that felt you might've been overreacting.

                                            >But you'd quickly grown to like talking to Anon, and you were scared you ruined it.

                                            >Why did you keep that picture on your phone?

                                            >You weren't even dating that guy anymore!

                                            >Anon probably thinks you're just some pervert now, a groomer or something.

                                            >You almost didn't even want to look at your phone again until you heard the sound of a reply.


                                            >With a nervous swallow, you shakily grabbed your phone and turned on the screen, wiping fresh tears from your face in order to read the message.

                                            >[You still there? :o]

                                            >Then another immediately below it.

                                            >[Hey, don't be embarrassed, okay? Stuff like that happens sometimes. I did it myself a couple years ago, if that helps. ^^;]

                                            >... Well... it kind of helped.

                                            >But not as much as he probably hoped.

                                            >And you'd already been shown to have seen the message, so you couldn't just ignore him now.

                                            >Unsure of what to say, you just type in a simple response.

                                            [i'm sorry]

                                            >It takes a few seconds, but Anon eventually replies.

                                            >[Don't worry about it. :)]

                                            >[Like I said, it happens sometimes, and it's honestly not that huge of a deal, at least to me. :P]

                                            [i don't know why i still had that picture]

                                            >[Probably forgot about it? :o]

                                            [i guess so...]

                                            >You were a little more calm now, but there was still this unsteady beating in your chest that made you feel just a little nauseous.

                                            >No matter how relaxed you tried to be, you remained feeling like you were on the verge of throwing up.

                                            >[If it makes you feel any better... and if it's not tmi... I still forgot I had nudes of an ex on my phone a couple months back.]

                                            [really?]

                                            >[ye]

                                            >[Stuff similar to yours, if that makes sense. Like the dildo and stuff. :P]

                                            >You couldn't help but wince in embarrassment.

                                            >He'd seen... that... filling you.

                                            >But... it was good to know you weren't the only one.

                                            >[I almost ended up accidentally sending one to Sunny a while back, which is how I found out about them to begin with. x.x]

                                            [did you delete them?]

                                            >[Oh yeah, as soon as I found them. My ex and I still talk... ish, but I don't think she'd be pretty happy if I kept them.]

                                            >Part of you figured you already knew the answer to your next question... but the other part of you was still curious.

                                            [why'd you keep them?]

                                            [before you forgot i mean]

                                            >Anon didn't reply right away, almost as if trying to figure out how to respond.

                                            >[you okay with tmi? don't wanna weird you out.]

                                            >It was really sweet of him, you thought, for him to be considerate.

                                            >But in all fairness... he'd already seen you on display.

                                            >So... what's the harm in it, at this point?

                                            [it's okay, i promise ^^]

                                            >[^^]

                                            >[Back when her and I were dating, she'd send me nudes from time to time whenever she was off on vacation or just not around for me to have.]

                                            >[I'd save them and jerk off to them.]

                                            >[Then I'd send something back, usually when I was really close, and it ended in us sexting for an hour, a couple times all night~ :)]

                                            >...

                                            >Suddenly your thighs feel a little more chaffed...

                                            [._.]

                                            [oh wow ^^;]

                                            >[yee]

                                            [Close?]

                                            >[When I was gonna cum, I mean. ^^;]

                                            [Ohhh .///.]

                                            >That should've been obvious to you, but he /did/ mention that she'd go away at times, so better safe than sorry.

                                            >But that begs the question.

                                            [why did you break up?]

                                            [sorry if that's tmi]

                                            >You dummy, /that/ is TMI to you?

                                            >Ugh.


                                            >[Nah, all good. :)]

                                            >[We broke up a couple years ago mutually.]

                                            >[She just stopped feeling things for me and let me down gently.]

                                            >[So I wasn't too upset with it, but it took me at least a year to get over it. :/]

                                            [I'm sorry :(]

                                            >[It's okay. ^^]

                                            >[Her and I are still good friends, but we've both been so busy we haven't hung out as often as we used to.]

                                            >[But I'm glad she's still around, because she's fun to hang out with. :D]

                                            [that's good <3]

                                            >And it was, honestly.

                                            >She didn't seem like a bad person, based off the little you knew, and he didn't seem upset about it.

                                            >At least, not after a year...

                                            >[Is it okay if I ask something?]

                                            >[tmi?]

                                            >You had a feeling of what it was, but you didn't mind.

                                            [sure!]

                                            >[Who was that pic for, if you don't mind me asking?]

                                            >You took a few seconds to reply.

                                            >The answer was already fermenting in your head, and bringing back memories that, while you were nostalgic for... you couldn't help but regret sometimes.

                                            >Nevertheless, you gave him an answer.

                                            [they were for my ex :/]

                                            [when we were dating, he wanted me to take some pictures]

                                            [and he said i looked sexy]

                                            [we shared pictures but never did anything beyond that]

                                            [we only dated for a year]

                                            [but i cried for a week after he dumped me]

                                            >The mention of /him/, no matter how brief, brought back both equally warming and bitter memories.

                                            >You weren't exactly a young filly, but you weren't a mare yet then, either.

                                            >Just an impressionable young princess who felt like the happiest girl in Equestria.

                                            >It should've been obvious to you that he was just using you to get his rocks off.

                                            >Even if he never actually touched you that way.

                                            >But you were young and in love.

                                            >You still feel stupid.

                                            >It took a second for you to realize that Anon replied.

                                            >[I'm sorry. :(]

                                            >You smiled bittersweetly at the message.

                                            >Another unsteady beat bubbled in your chest as your emotions started to weigh down on you, but you were able to keep them in check for now.

                                            >But you still had to ask Anon...

                                            [Am I stupid?]

                                            >It was such a simple question with a thousand different answers; you could've asked it better.

                                            >But it didn't stop Anon from giving you /an/ answer.

                                            >[No, you're not. You were in love and thought you were making him happy.]

                                            >[I probably would've done the same thing at that age.]

                                            >[That guy was a jerk, and you don't deserve that.]

                                            >He was totally right... but that feeling still nagged in the back of your mind.

                                            >But it was good to know how supportive Anon was.

                                            [thank you <3]

                                            >[<3]

                                            >[And if it makes you feel any better?]

                                            >[You looked really sexy in that pic~]

                                            >[So it's his loss. :)]

                                            >You felt a lump in your throat, followed by a warming of your cheeks, which you held with a free hoof.

                                            [really?]

                                            >[Yee, if it's not weird or creepy to say.]

                                            [no it's not >///<]

                                            [it's just been a while since i've been called that]

                                            [You really mean it...?]

                                            >He sends you the gif of you nodding feverishly.

                                            >[Yeeeeeeeee <3]


                                            >You find yourself giggling quietly again at the answer, and the blush on your cheeks grew even redder and warmer.

                                            >If you didn't have fur on your face, you'd probably look like a tomato right now.

                                            [thank you /)>///<(\]

                                            >The feeling in your thighs was now impossible to ignore, and you found even the smallest amount of rubbing them together making you tremble.

                                            >You kicked up your hind legs and pushed your blanket off your body, allowing a cold burst of air to brush over you.

                                            >It did nothing to ease the warmth down there, but at least you were feeling much cooler.

                                            >Laying on your back again, you looked at your messages.

                                            >Anon sent an emoji of you smiling with a halo over your head.

                                            >You replied with an emoji of you shying away with a heavy blush.

                                            >It wasn't very far off from what you were feeling.

                                            >You folded your right leg over your left, shifting a bit in the bed and inadvertently rubbing yourself.

                                            >A small moan escaped your lips, but it too faint for anyone to have heard.

                                            [I tried to look as sexy as I could in them >-<]

                                            >[How many did you take?]

                                            [lots ^^;]

                                            [but i didn't save all of them]

                                            [let me check]

                                            >You opened your gallery again and surfed through all the pictures you took while you were dating He Who Shall Not Be Named.

                                            >You must've taken at least a hundred or more, but you only had...

                                            [five]

                                            [including the one you saw ^//^]

                                            [so six altogether]

                                            [out of maybe 100 plus??]

                                            >[Oh wow. :o]

                                            [yee ><]

                                            >You nibbled on your cheek, then your lip.

                                            >A small, nervous smile crept on your face as your blush deepened.

                                            [Do you wanna see them...?]

                                            >A part of you immediately worried you were going too far.

                                            >You'd only just started getting into this territory, but to suggest something like that...!

                                            >And with Anon...!

                                            >You inhaled and exhaled slowly, waiting for his answer before jumping to conclusions.

                                            >[(Anon is typing...)]

                                            >[(...)]

                                            >[.///.]

                                            >[Only if it's okay with you. .//.]

                                            >Your heart skipped a beat.

                                            >Were you really gonna do this?

                                            >...

                                            >It can't hurt... right?

                                            >You open your gallery again and select the first image.

                                            >It's a closeup of your nethers, your hoof rubbing delicately against your clit, both hoof and pussy wet with your juices.

                                            >Real nice and /squishy/.

                                            >You remember that night; your ex had just finished an exam and you wanted to help him... de-stress however possible.

                                            >Both of you were up all night, and you were so sore by morning.

                                            >The memory of it earned an involuntary wink from you.

                                            >You sent Anon the picture.

                                            >He responded with a gif of you fanning your blushing face with your wings.

                                            >... And now that particular gif's existence makes /sooo/ much more sense.

                                            >You send him the next picture in the lineup.

                                            >It was less of a nude and more of a lewd; it was a selfie consisting of you poking your butt out just a bit in the background.

                                            >Enough to /really/ show off the curves in your rump.

                                            >You'd stuck your tongue out slightly at the camera.

                                            >It was more silly and cute than it was meant to be sexy.


                                            >Anon didn't have time to respond before you posted the next picture; another selfie back-shot, but this time you had your phone directly above you while you laid in your bed, butt poking out, and in front of your mirror back home, allowing the shot to capture your round, "plumpy" posterior in all its glory, nethers and all.

                                            >It was such an awkward angle to take, but so worth it in the end.

                                            >All Anon could give was a <3 before you posted the next picture.

                                            >It was a thumbnail from a video you made of you... /using/ the dildo from the first image, on the same night.

                                            >The video was long gone, but the thumbnail remained, showing you in the middle of plunging the sex toy deep into your pussy, your juices getting all over your thighs, your teats, the bed...

                                            >It was such a mess!

                                            >Now you wish you packed it...

                                            >The last picture, a screenshot of the video—a tease for your ex—showed the very moment you...

                                            >Gosh...

                                            >The moment you came.

                                            >Your dildo was buried as deep as it could get, and the feeling of it pushing up against you, there was no going back from there.

                                            >It was the strongest orgasm you ever had.

                                            >The very memory of it sent shivers through your body.

                                            >You find yourself biting your lip again.

                                            >The feeling in your thighs is so tempting now.

                                            >With shaky breaths, you stop ignoring the thoughts and bring the tip of your right hoof to your tongue, lathering it in saliva.

                                            >The base of your hoof slides against your chest, then your belly, as it glides down your body.

                                            >It doesn't take long for you to reach what you've been looking for.

                                            >As the tip of your hoof brushes against your winking clit, a bolt of pleasure ripples through you, forcing your head back against the pillow.

                                            >A gasp escapes your throat, but luckily you manage to keep quiet.

                                            >You hear a ping from your phone and look down to see Anon ask you a question.

                                            >[How big is that thing, btw? :o]

                                            >You take your time to reply.

                                            >It's really hard to type when your mind is this... muddled.

                                            >Mmmh...

                                            [10 inches]

                                            [it just barely fit inside >///<]

                                            >Before that thing went inside you... you thought 10 inches was /tiny/.

                                            >You felt its ghost for like three solid days afterwards.

                                            >As good as your hoof felt, it was hard to compare with such a meaty toy.

                                            >Thick... long... smooth to the touch...

                                            >You couldn't help but rub yourself a little faster.

                                            >A small whimper left your throat as you hit a particularly sensitive part of your flesh, winking in return.

                                            >[Oh wow. :o]

                                            >You struggle to type in your response.

                                            [How big are you?]

                                            >Despite the honri wrapped around your brain, you still had some curiosity left in you.

                                            >You'd only seen your ex's shaft, but it was nothing special.

                                            >Compared to a grown stallion, his would look like the eraser bud of a pencil.

                                            >A snort mixed with a moan escaped your throat, a little too loud for your tastes.

                                            >Luckily, the others hadn't yet stirred from their slumbers.


                                            >At the same time, their snores had died down a bit, forcing you to keep your own noises to a minimum.

                                            >And it was getting hard with how good this felt.

                                            >[About 9 inches soft. ;P]

                                            >[14 inches hard, I think?]

                                            >[I haven't measured in a while. ^^;]

                                            >14... inches...

                                            >Hard...?

                                            [are you hard right now]

                                            >You had to stop masturbating just so you could have the willpower necessary to type.

                                            >Then you were right back to it, waiting /patiently/ for his answer.

                                            >It didn't take long to get it.

                                            >[yeah >///<]

                                            >It took even less time for you to reply.

                                            [can i see it （〃・・〃）]

                                            >That was it, no going back now.

                                            >You waited for his answer, rubbing yourself below while you waited.

                                            >Your thighs squeezed together, and you toyed with your clit as compensation.

                                            >You almost missed his reply.

                                            >[UPLOADED: https://u.smutty.horse/mieegkminve.png ]

                                            "O-Oh god..." you whimpered.

                                            >A shiver ran down your spine as you took in the sheer size of Anon's dick.

                                            >That thing would tear you in half if it /ever/ got in you!

                                            >And part of you /really/ didn't see a problem with that.

                                            [it's so big >/////<]

                                            >[Thank you ^///^]

                                            >You didn't type anything else for a minute, spending that time staring at the picture as you played with yourself.

                                            >Gosh... just imagining that thing sliding into you, pushing its way through you...

                                            >Again and again and again...

                                            >You couldn't help it.

                                            [I want you to fuck me >/////<]

                                            >You weren't lying.

                                            >Right now, all you wanted was that thing in you.

                                            >[Really? :o]

                                            [mmhmm >///<]

                                            >Your hoof was running circles against your clit, making it hard to keep focus.

                                            >Deep down, you could feel that familiar sensation building inside you, and you decided to slow down.

                                            >You wanted this to last.

                                            >Licking your lips to wet them, you lifted your wings to type.

                                            [is it tmi to say i'm...]

                                            [masturbating rn?]

                                            >Was anything you'd tell him tmi anymore?

                                            >[... You literally just told me you wanted me to fuck you.]

                                            >[lol :P]

                                            >Evidently not.

                                            [that's true... .///.]

                                            >You felt silly asking it, but again, better safe than sorry.

                                            >[Me too~ ;)]

                                            >Oh gosh, you could only imagine what he was doing to that cock right now.

                                            [can i see?]

                                            >You bring your hoof to your tongue and give it a firm lick, getting a proper taste of your juices.

                                            >It only served to make you wetter than you already were.

                                            >Of course, until Anon shared with you a short 5 second video of him pumping his shaft with one of his wings.

                                            >The way he stroked it, the way his wings looked alongside that monster, really captured just how big it was.

                                            >Who knew such a sweet guy could be packing such a /beast/?

                                            >You return the favor by guiding your phone down to your sex.

                                            >Pressing record with a wing tip, it also lasts for 5 seconds, comprised of you rubbing your folds and clit in circular strokes, followed by a silent repetitive shlick.

                                            >You only just then notice by the end of the clip that you can see your own face.

                                            >That means he will too.


                                            >You bury your face into your free wing and let out a muffled whimper, both of slight embarrassment and arousal.

                                            >Once the video has finished recording, you share it to Anon.

                                            >[Fuck <3]

                                            >[You are so fucking cute.]

                                            >You reply with the gif of you shying away and blushing.

                                            >The blush on your /actual/ face is stronger than ever, and if Anon kept this up...

                                            [what would you do to me]

                                            [if we were alone together right now?]

                                            >You wait for his answer.

                                            >[You okay with it?]

                                            >You simply respond with the feverish nod gif.

                                            >[(...)]

                                            >[I'd probably put a soft blanket over the arm of my couch, bend you over it so you're nice and comfy, and then I'd fuck you from behind.]

                                            >[Maybe spank you a few dozen times.]

                                            >[Then I'd give your wings and your neck some loving kisses while I'm pumping you.]

                                            >[I'd make sure you get to cum first. ^^]

                                            >[And then I'd pull out and cum all over that sexy ass of yours.]

                                            >[Unless you want it inside, then I can do both.]

                                            [Both? o///o]

                                            >[I cum a lot. ;D]

                                            >Gosh, the thoughts were running rampant in your head.

                                            >Seeing that cock just /gushing/ like a fountain... he could probably coat your whole back, and you would just /let him/.

                                            >Your lips quivered, no matter how hard you tried to keep them under control.

                                            >Your silent breaths were turning into pants, and the pleasure between your legs continued to grow, making you fumble to type on your phone.

                                            >Thank the heavens for auto-correct.

                                            [I wanna suck it /)>//////<(\]

                                            >The video of Anon stroking his dick played on a loop, only disturbed by the ping of his response.

                                            >[You can do it tomorrow, if you want ;)]

                                            >In the midst of your session, you nearly forgot you already made the plan to stop by tomorrow to try out some egg pizza.

                                            >But to have just a chance to play with that thick, meaty shaft of his?

                                            [yesssssss please]

                                            >You shut off the phone screen for a moment and let the thought play in your head as your hoof went to town on your sex.

                                            >Your other hoof instinctively reached for the bed beam behind you, gripping it weakly, only to release it once you realized it wasn't providing you any proper support.

                                            >It wasn't long before you opened up your phone again and began shooting Anon whatever horny thoughts were running through your head.

                                            [I want to suck it so bad]

                                            [I want to jerk you off and make you cum so hard]

                                            [I want you to cum all over my face and call me cute]

                                            [I want you to cum on me so bad]

                                            >You probably sounded so desperate, so needy, so... slutty.

                                            >But right now, you didn't care.

                                            >You were so damn horny, and you wanted him to know that.

                                            >You wanted him to know how crazy he drove you, and he hardly had to try.

                                            >You wanted him to know how much you loved this.

                                            >And now you were hoping he knew you were close.

                                            >[Anything for you~]

                                            >Oh god, oh god, oh god...

                                            [I'm gonna cum]

                                            >You didn't have time to record down there, but you wanted Anon to see /something/.

                                            >[Me too]

                                            >Another whimper left you.

                                            [cum for me]


                                            >You held your breath, as you always had when you were close.

                                            >You wanted him to see you cum so bad—

                                            >[(Anon is calling...)]

                                            >And so did he~

                                            >Without hesitation, you accepted the call, also making sure your volume was low enough that only you could hear it.

                                            >You were greeted to a front row shot of Anon stroking his cock feverishly with both of his wings.

                                            >/BOTH/.

                                            >You activated your back-facing camera so Anon could get a clear view of your face, as did you.

                                            >Your mane was a mess at this point, tears were welling up in your eyes from the growing sensation, and the screen was shaking rhythmically in tune with your jilling.

                                            >Your eyes were squinted, open just enough for you to see the screen in front of you.

                                            >Suddenly, your breath escaped you in a short burst as a jolt of pleasure coursed through you.

                                            >Part of you didn't care if anyone heard.

                                            >As long as Anon could.

                                            "Anon—" you mewled silently, more breaths escaping you almost sounding like little sobs.

                                            >"Pipp..."

                                            >The very mention of your name was all it took for you.

                                            >With almost no warning, you were hit with the most powerful orgasm in your life, and it was hard to over-exaggerate that.

                                            >Every muscle in your body spasms and tingles all at once, robbing you of even your ability to /stay quiet/.

                                            >You forced your face into the pillow and let out a sob, which quickly devolved into muffled coughs, moans, and pants as you began to hyperventilate.

                                            >Your eyes were left unobscured from the pillow, allowing you just enough strength to keep them open and watch the screen.

                                            >As you wanted—as you begged—Anon finally came.

                                            >A thick, goopy spurt of cum shot out of the tip of his shaft and landed on his stomach.

                                            >Several more similar strands followed, dripping down his shaft, sticking to his wings, getting his pelvis all so messy.

                                            >The soft "whump" of his wings sliding up and down his cock was quickly replaced with a rhythmic /shlick/ as his wings lathered it in cum.

                                            >Just watching him get it all nice and slick did nothing but make you cum harder.

                                            >You were winking uncontrollably, your pussy milking nothing but air.

                                            >You didn't look away from the screen until the last drop of cum left Anon's tip.

                                            >By the time it did, your own orgasmic throes had finally begun to wind down, and your body became increasingly heavier—you hardly noticed it ever got lighter.

                                            >With little strength left, you rested your head against the pillow and let out a series of weak pants, only trying to catch your breath.

                                            >You could hear Anon doing the same, but presumably seeing how exhausted you were, he couldn't help but chuckle.

                                            >"You okay?" he panted.

                                            >You weakly giggled silently to yourself.

                                            "U-Uh-huh," you whispered.

                                            >Gosh, you were more than okay.

                                            >You felt relieved.

                                            >You felt bliss.

                                            >But most of all?

                                            >You felt /tired/.

                                            >Just as the thought came to you, a lengthy yawn escaped your throat.

                                            >"Sounds like someone's sleepy~" Anon teased in a sing-song voice.

                                            "Noooooo," you opposed playfully.


                                            >To be fair though, you were already starting to fall asleep, you realized.

                                            >The way you were laying right now just felt sooooo comfy...

                                            >"Get some sleep?"

                                            "Noooooo," you whined again, much quieter, and with hardly any strength in you to playfully kick your hooves.

                                            >Anon just chuckled softly, shifting around a bit.

                                            >You opened one eye to see he'd turned off his camera.

                                            >With a weak hoof, you did the same, then held your phone up to your ear.

                                            "Rrreee yuuuu surrre...?" you mumbled, barely able to form a coherent sentence.

                                            >"Yeah, I'm sure," Anon said before letting out a yawn, obviously feeling tired himself. "I'll stop by tomorrow for brunch, okay?"

                                            >Oh yeah, that's right; you and the others were doing a little brunch event around noon!

                                            >Sunny was teasing something really yummy for dessert, and judging from today's little taste test, you were so looking forward to it.

                                            >You're totally nabbing some pics of it~

                                            >And... Anon will be there...

                                            >...

                                            "Okaayyy," you mumbled tiredly.

                                            >Anon giggled.

                                            >"Good girl."

                                            >You may be tired, but you were certain you just wagged your tail.

                                            >"Goodnight, Pipp~"

                                            "Niiiiight, Annnhnnn~"

                                            >You heard the familiar drop noise, indicating Anon had hung up right after.

                                            >You ended the call on your end too and finally turned off your phone screen, once again encasing you in darkness.

                                            >With no more barriers to keep it from you, the tendrils of slumber finally started to creep over you.

                                            >You laid on your back and shut your eyes, and all you could hear was the quickly drowning sound of the clock ticking nearby

                                            >Tick...

                                            >Tock...

                                            >Tick...

                                            >Tock...

                                            >In less than a minute, you were finally asleep.


                                            -------------------


                                            EPILOGUE


                                            >It didn't feel like a long time at all.

                                            >When you woke up again, you'd felt completely refreshed.

                                            >You almost forgot where you were, or even what happened.

                                            >But when you /did/ remember, all you could do was just blush.

                                            >You... /sexted/ with Anon last night.

                                            >And...

                                            >You had so much fun.

                                            >Holding a hoof to your cheek, you could feel how warm it already was.

                                            >It also brought to mind just how /messy/ you were from last night.

                                            >Sticky, sweaty, and no doubt your scent would immediately be noticeable to anyone close enough.

                                            >Carefully, you took a look around the bedroom.

                                            >To your surprise, everyone was still asleep.

                                            >You located the clock hanging on the wall nearby and read the time.

                                            >[[10:17 AM]]

                                            >Seven hours?!

                                            >With how great you felt, you would've thought you slept half the day!

                                            >Still, you weren't expecting the others to sleep in so late.

                                            >Then again, it /is/ Saturday...

                                            >Regardless, you use this to your advantage.

                                            >You climb out of your bed and set it real quick, before you sneak your way over to the bathroom.

                                            >You hop into the shower for a quick one, letting the water drip over every nook and cranny of your body, really trying to wash off your /scent/.

                                            >In a few minutes, you shut the water off and hop out, towel wrapped firmly around your barrel.


                                            >On the way back to the bedroom, you were surprised to see that the others were now already wide awake and in the kitchen working on brunch.

                                            >"Pipp, there you are!" exclaimed Sunny. "Hurry up and dry yourself off! I've got something I know you'll like!"

                                            >Sunny was in the middle of mixing something into a bowl.

                                            >It didn't look like dough and it didn't look like sugar.

                                            >But whatever it was, the smell was intoxicating.

                                            "Ooh! Wait for me!" you exclaim in a giddy tone before running back to the bedroom.

                                            >When you reemerge a couple minutes later, your mane is once more dry, prim, and fluffy to the touch.

                                            >As always~

                                            >You make your way back into the kitchen, but this time you're greeted with a wonderful aroma of all sorts of breakfast items, from pancake batter and muffin mix, to sprinkles and...

                                            >Is that snickerdoodle you smell?

                                            "Oh my gosh," you exclaim with a grin, "you are /seriously/ not making what I think you're making!"

                                            >"You bet," Sunny answers and smirks at you. "Snickerdoodle pancakes with cookie butter sprinkles on top."

                                            "Eee-hee-hee!"

                                            >You begin prancing in place, unable to contain your enthusiasm.

                                            >You absolutely loooooved those pancakes growing up.

                                            >And it must've been years since you last had them!

                                            "How did you know?!"

                                            >"Zipp taught me," she answered sheepishly. "Plus, they sounded good to me too, so I figured why not?"

                                            >You turn to see your sister adding batter to a muffin tray.

                                            >She saw you staring and gave you a wink.

                                            >You couldn't help but dash over to her and pull her into a near-crushing hug.

                                            "Eeeeee, thankyouthankyouthankyou—"

                                            >"Whoa, hey, sis! You're gonna make me spill the batter!" Zipp exclaimed with a chuckle.

                                            >The hug didn't last long, and you pulled away...

                                            >... Then immediately darted for Sunny and proceeded to give her a more careful hug.

                                            >Wouldn't want to ruin those scrumptious little delicacies, now would you?

                                            >Sunny leaned into the hug with a smile.

                                            >"Wanna help me pour the batter?"

                                            "/Absolutely~/"


                                            --------------


                                            >After several minutes of pouring, baking, and stacking, there was a steady mountain of pancakes, enough for everyone to have seconds and thirds.

                                            >A small tray of muffins were left on the counter to cool down, fitted with chocolate chips and little dollups of peanut butter inside.

                                            >Apart from the diabetic string of goodies, there was also a helping of eggs, hay bacon, and even potato sausages with syrup to dip them in!

                                            >The scent alone sent your nostrils into overdrive, and already you felt like a little filly again.

                                            >Seeing it all laid out on the dining room table, you were trying desperately not to snag a quick bite, as the four of you waited for Hitch and Anon to get here.

                                            >Anon...

                                            >Is it weird that your heart fluttered at his name?

                                            *knock knock knock*

                                            "I'll get it!" you shouted suddenly, startling the others.

                                            >You giggle sheepishly.

                                            "Sorry."

                                            >Getting up from your seat, you make your way down the hall and into the main foyer of the Brighthouse.


                                            >Reaching the front doors, you pull the left one open to reveal Anon and Hitch standing before you.

                                            >"Hey, Pipp," Hitch greeted you cheerily before showing off a small container on his back, supported even further by the familiar scaly form of Sparky. "I hope you don't mind, but Sparky and I baked some cheesecake fudge earlier, if any of you wanna try some."

                                            "Ooh, tastyyyy~" you sang before stepping aside. "Come on in! The others are in the dining room."

                                            >"Sounds good."

                                            >Hitch entered and started making his way to the dining room, Sparky laying comfortably on his back.

                                            >The little dragon let out a small yawn, making you coo instinctively.

                                            >Anon stepped through the doorway and also watched as Hitch disappeared from sight.

                                            >He then turned to face you.

                                            >"Hey," he said with a grin.

                                            >Suddenly, you felt nervous.

                                            "H-Hi," you replied, a similar smile forming on your lips. "H-How are you?"

                                            >"I'm good! Sorry we're late. I was helping Hitch prep the fudge. Also, I might've snagged one."

                                            >Anon reached into his satchel and pulled out a small napkin, revealing inside it a perfect cube of cheesecake fudge.

                                            >"Here~"

                                            >Your smile grew, and you could feel your cheeks warming up.

                                            "Awwww... thank you."

                                            >You took the piece of fudge into your hoof and put it in your mouth.

                                            >The flavor of chocolate and cheesecake melted against your taste buds, and you moaned.

                                            "Oh my goooosh," you muffled, "this is soooo good~"

                                            >"I know, right? I had to stop taste testing them or I would've eaten half the bin."

                                            >You giggled at the thought before swallowing the remainder of the fudge.

                                            "Oh wow, I think I'm gonna need some milk after this."

                                            >It was Anon's turn to laugh, and you laughed softly with him.

                                            >When you were done, he was looking at you warmly.

                                            >"So," he began, "how'd you sleep?"

                                            >The memory of last night flooded right back into your head all over again, and you looked away shyly and blushed.

                                            "I-I... I slept good," you squeaked. "Y-You?"

                                            >"Amazing. Thanks to you."

                                            >You pressed a hoof into your cheek and looked down at the ground.

                                            >You were sure your face was red as a tomato underneath your fur.

                                            >You looked up at Anon.

                                            "R-Really...?"

                                            >"Yeah," he whispered.

                                            >It was hard to look away from his gaze.

                                            >The smile on your face faded and you stared into his eyes for longer than you probably anticipated.

                                            >"You okay?" he asked out of concern.

                                            >Before he could react any further, you reached forward and gave him a soft but lengthy kiss against his left cheek.

                                            >You held yourself there for a few seconds, pressing your hooves gently against his sides in an attempt to balance yourself.

                                            >When you pulled away, there was this silent heat brewing between you and him.

                                            "Y-Yeah," you whispered just as much.

                                            >You breathed unsteadily, smiling if only to assure Anon, who was eyeing your face, from eye to eye and to your lips.


                                            >A faint, nervous laugh escaped you, and you looked down.

                                            "S-Sorry," you said. "I really shouldn't have done that."

                                            >"It's okay," Anon replied, "I don't mind."

                                            >You looked back up to face him.

                                            "Really?"

                                            >"Yeah."

                                            >He smiled at you again.

                                            "Because I... I-I, uh, just..."

                                            >You swallowed as you struggled to piece together what you wanted to say.

                                            >Anon just held you gently by the shoulders and rubbed them up and down.

                                            >A tingle ran through your body, yet it only put you at ease.

                                            "Are... Are we okay...?" you squeaked.

                                            >Anon tilted his head confusedly.

                                            >"What do you mean?"

                                            "I mean I... did I... g-go too far last night orrrr...?"

                                            >He just let out a brief snort and smiled.

                                            >"I, uh... I was actually just gonna ask the same thing."

                                            >You looked up.

                                            "... Really?"

                                            >"... Yeah."

                                            >You let out a small huff of air.

                                            >That quickly turned into a giggle.

                                            >Then a laugh.

                                            >It wasn't long before you and Anon were laughing together, with you stuck in a giggling fit for several moments.

                                            >When the two of you finally calmed down, Anon was resting his hooves upon your shoulders and gave you a warm smile.

                                            >"You never went too far," he assured you. "Don't worry."

                                            >You smiled back.

                                            "Good... you didn't go too far, either."

                                            >After wiping away a loose strand of your mane from your face with a hoof, you pressed the same hoof against Anon's chest and let it sit there, and it was then you realized how "close" the two of you were.

                                            >And yet neither of you were looking to pull away just yet.

                                            "I-I... I had a lot of fun," you said in a near-dead whisper.

                                            >"Yeah?" Anon whispered back.

                                            "Y-Yeah..."

                                            >Your eyes darted delicately between Anon's eyes and his lips.

                                            >You wonder what it would feel like to...

                                            >Anon's hooves drifted downward from your shoulders to your hips, but definitely in a sensual manner.

                                            >Though... you wouldn't mind if...

                                            >No! It's only morning!

                                            >Bad thoughts!

                                            >"Well... if you're still interested... the offer's still up. For my place?"

                                            >... Okay, maybe one or two thoughts...

                                            "Really?" you asked him, and he nodded.

                                            >"Totally. But /only/ if you're comfortable with it, okay?"

                                            >It was understandable to have second thoughts, at this point.

                                            >Sure, you loved what happened last night; you enjoyed every second of it!

                                            >You were there was some remnants of an afterglow flowing through your veins at this moment.

                                            >But this wasn't on a screen anymore.

                                            >You were facing the idea of actually going to Anon's house and... /touching/ him.

                                            >And in return, he'd be touching you.

                                            >All over.

                                            >The very idea sent tingles throughout your body.

                                            >It sounded... exciting.

                                            >But Anon wasn't some longtime friend of yours.

                                            >You'd only met him a few months ago!

                                            >And you only just entered this territory with him last night!

                                            >To just hop right into /that/?

                                            >It's far too soon for something that extreme!

                                            >And yet... you didn't want this—what happened last night—to stop.

                                            >You rested your hoof again on Anon's chest.


                                            "If it's okay with you... maybe we can stick to texting? For now? Until we can both get comfortable? I really wanna keep doing this... but... I don't know if I'm ready for something like /that/ yet. Is that okay?"

                                            >Worried of seeing Anon disappointed, you were relieved to see him only smiling.

                                            >"More than okay."

                                            >With a beaming grin, you leaned forward and gave Anon another peck on the cheek.

                                            "Thank you," you whispered happily.

                                            >"Of course. Just looking out for ya~"

                                            >It was Anon's turn to lean forward and kiss you, this time right on your forehead.

                                            >You cooed happily, to which Anon let out an amused snort before parting his lips.

                                            >"Still, if you wanna stop by later and try some of that egg pizza, I've got a couple slices waiting in the fridge for you."

                                            >You just giggled.

                                            "That still sounds..."

                                            >"Gross? I know, I thought the same thing before I tried it. But trust me, I think you'll find it a little egg-citing."

                                            >You shot him a look of faux-disappointment, unable to wipe the smile from your face.

                                            "Did you seriously just—"

                                            >"Absolutely."

                                            >You break into another giggling fit, playfully punching Anon in the shoulder as the two of you pulled away from each other.

                                            >As your laughs died down, you motioned your head toward the hallway.

                                            "Speaking of food... brunch?"

                                            >Anon grinned.

                                            >"Lead the way."

                                            >With a quick curtsy, you did just that, and began to trot happily down the hallway with Anon in tow, ready to enjoy quite possibly the best brunch you will ever have.

                                            "Soooo... do you like Snickerdoodle?"


                                            END(?)