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She giggled. “No, not exactly.” |
“Not exactly?” |
That made her giggle-snort. “I just wanted to show you how happy I was.” |
“Your horn sparks when you get happy?” |
“Pfft, n-no, Anon!” Her heart ignited too as she laughed, her feelings more than just shot. “It’s something more than that. Think of it as more of a thing we show our partners, the ones we really care about in that way.” |
His eyes widened. “Oh. Glad I wasn’t causing a fire hazard—we are near a big tree, you know? And I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure Applejack is not a fan of her trees becoming part of a bonfire.” |
She laughed and nuzzled his neck. “I’m fully aware of that. Don’t worry, I’m not a fan of causing forest fires.” |
“Good. Now, where were we?” Anon asked, cupping her cheek once more. |
“I think we were… here!” |
She launched back into the kiss, continuing where they left out. She licked at his lips, hoping he was ready for round two, and he was, he was more than ready, meeting her halfway. Their tongues danced together, before hers won the battle, flicking against his teeth with glee. She shivered as her tongue unintentionally flicked against one of his canines, which engaged her flight or fight response more than she thought. And the shape of his lips… wow, she couldn’t be happier than she already was! |
She paused as her brain wracked up another scenario. |
Or could she? |
She shivered as Anon’s hand glided over her cheek, before choosing to settle just under her ear. He gently scratched it, before tilting his head into her. The gesture made her almost moan again, but she caught herself. While she was really into this, Anon was right. They were at Sweet Apple Acres, and she was not a fan of viciously making out if the possibility of Applejack, or even her sister for crying out loud, had stumbled upon them. She was not about to ruin some pony’s innocence. |
Fizzlepop opened her eyes and broke the kiss, leaving the two of them panting. Anon looked at her, his eyes wide as can be. He waved his hands at her. |
“Uh, what’s wrong?” |
“N-Nothing—” She began to say, only to give herself a few moments to catch her breath. “Y-You just said that we were at Applejack’s orchard, and I suddenly found myself wondering if somepony walked up while we were doing this.” |
Anon laughed. “Oh, sorry about that. Although, this place is pretty secluded. I don’t think they’ll hear us if they’re at their ranch down there.” |
“You think, or you know?” |
He shrugged. “Sorry, I’m not an Acoustician. How far sound travels isn’t in my toolbox of things ‘to suddenly know’.” |
Fizzlepop rolled her eyes. “Well, next time, we’ll have to ask Twilight how far sound carries.” |
“You think she’s an expert?” |
She let out a brief blow. “More like an expert on anything. I’m surprised she’s not considered a traveling library.” |
Anon sighed and brought his hand back to her mane, petting it ever-so-gently. He nuzzled her cheek. “Glad that we can agree that Twilight is a walking Bookmobile.” |
She smiled as her nerves were still on fire all from their kiss. “We probably agree on more things, but we have all the time in the world for that.” |
He smirked. “So, I guess we like each other?” |
“Yeah,” she breathed. “And I’m happy to explore this with you more.” |
“You are?” |
“Very,” Fizzlepop cooed. She cuddled into his shoulder. “I’m more than interested in being your mare, especially if you can kiss me like that.” |
She watched as his cheeks turned red. “Good, because I’m not going to chart this as a one off thing.” She felt him put his hand back on her ear, and gave it a quick few scritches. “I wasn’t expecting you to be…” |
“This way?” she asked, which earned her a very excited nod. She giggled at her human’s antics, which, in all honesty, sounded real good for some reason. “Well, you’re dealing with a pony who was in a very aggressive environment with the Storm King. I was in charge of his guard, who were seen as some of the toughest forces out there.” |
“That is true…” Anon said, his voice trailing off. “Still. This wasn’t what I expected.” |
“You and I both,” she replied, nuzzling back into him again. This time, she nuzzled into his neck, pushing his back into the tree. His breath hitched as he softly hummed to himself. Was that something he liked? |
“So, how are you feeling?” |
“About our talk or about the makeout session we just had?” |
Anon smirked. “Yes.” |
She giggled. “Like I’m a new pony that just got herself a new coltfriend.” |
“Coltfriend?” |
“You never heard of the term?” She asked with a raised brow. |
“So that’s what they meant! I thought they were actually saying cult friend, like a friend that you met outside of their little cult, and now they’re attempting to recruit you to said cult and—what?” |
Fizzlepop giggle-snorted behind her forehoof. “Anon, don’t change.” |
“I’ll try not to, although if I get forcibly transformed into a pony, you’ll have to bear with me as I probably won’t be able to walk on all four hooves.” |
She rolled her eyes. “Alright. So, Anon, should we head back?” |
Her question was met with a half-lidded gaze of his own. His hand trailed up the side of her neck, making her shiver. “Well, they’re probably done with their party by now, and to be honest, I’m not a fan of ending this just yet. Are you?” |
She shook her head. “N-Not at all.” |
“Then how about you stay right here with me and we watch the stars together?” |
“Stargazing, huh?” Fizzlepop asked. |
“Definitely.” |
She nuzzled back into his chest and sighed. “Show me what you know about our stars, Anon.” |
She could feel his heartbeat race at that one, but she wasn’t going to point that out. |
No, she had all the time in the world to tease him about it. She knew because she wasn’t alone anymore, and life was about to get a whole lot different now that Anon was this close to her now. And she had no problem with that at all. |