If you were Anonymous in Equestria, everypony knew more or less all they needed to about you. Handy fellow to have around, good for odd jobs, potential babysitter of the year. What was one Anon from another? They all had the tell-tale green shade, the question mark where it counted.

You might find yourself correcting often. "I'm not that Anon. I'm this Anon." And they would ask "What's the difference?"

"The difference is," the reply would come, "that Anon is that Anon. And I'm this Anon."

The finer points of this articulation were lost on many ponies.

Every Anonymous got their own welcome party on arrival to Equestria, where they more or less got to know everypony in their new place of residence and opened up any flirtatious pathways to harem endings they'd been fiending for while still trapped in the desolate kingdom of reality. After a while in Equestria, you got used to welcome parties, or Pinkie Pie trampled you with them over and over until you had no choice but to like them, and it was probably easier in that case to walk the path of least resistance.

You noticed her the first night there. 'Noticed' in the way particular to glances from across the room, flirting but never meeting, the uncertain dance that happens when a dancer from your dreams walks into the world in front of you. That is to say, when you saw her from across the room, through the crowd of ponies and party favours and the punch line and the DJ booth, you were almost certain she wasn't real—was a painting on the wall, or some figure from a vision that had only just come to be from a waking dream, and would vanish just as quickly. But when you stared, there she remained, and when she looked back, there was no substitute for the heat in your head, the flurry of butterflies and overwhelming nervousness that swept through your body.

It was a moment of 'her'. Something outside the self that belongs at the end of a long, brilliant tunnel. Or a star, flickering alone into the night.

There was no chance to say 'hello'. As soon as you'd noticed her, there was no more trace, and you spent the rest of the night poking between packs of ponies and seeing if any of them could identify the slender bat-pony who had vanished like a secret.

There was that about her: a physical description, translated to words, would be as insubstantial as her presence. But she reminded you of the haze just before night-time, when the sun has its final rosy fingers clenched to the horizon and is nudged by the moon into the veil of twilight—a swirling gradient tinged at the edges with light-blue, forget-me-nots blooming in a light and delicate coat. Her mane was the same silver as the moonlight, and the single look into her eyes showed the same, like a crystal pool, a tide of mercury that begged for you to swim and drown in it.

There was nothing fierce about her—nothing violent or hungry—but the pull you felt in your chest was all-consuming, and for a moment your mind blanketed you in the vision of an explorer, a dangerous mountain-top, and a delicate flower, poised on the edge of a perilous crevasse. A single drop of rain, falling from a black cloud overhead.

That was the first time you saw her. It was then you promised yourself there would be a second time.

***

There was therefore no such thing as coincidence when you saw her again, at another welcoming party, the very next day, in fact. You'd asked around, gotten mostly insubstantial information on the general presence of batponies in the community, but no one who seemed to be able to identify her by anything other than the colour of her coat and the metallic tinge of her mane. Oh, and her cutie mark, which in your haste you'd only recorded in the back of your mind: a timid-looking lightning-bug, swept up in a swirl of wind.

That was how you noticed her again, and how you made your way through the crowd like a cruiser parting the ocean, until she was only feet away, then inches, then so close you could practically reach out and touch her, or the bowl of punch next to her. She looked more casual this time, more relaxed, leaning against the table and cheerfully smiling at the crowd, not talking to anyone but enjoying the sensation of crowd and community all the same. You considered clearing your throat, but given the volume of the music, opted for a more direct approach.

You tapped her on the shoulder, and when she turned, the look on her face became a snapshot in a heart-locked you made plans to keep. Still open, innocent, adorable, but just the hint of 'who might actually want to talk to me' that made her unaware, maybe even a little taken aback. But she smiled warmly when she noticed it was someone genuinely looking for her attention instead of just bumping by, and you smiled back at her, and that was a handshake that was recorded by some page in history going forward.

"Hi," you said. "I recognized you from the last party. I'm Anon." You gestured awkwardly to the question mark, hoping to spring a memory in the potential haze of new arrivals and their subsequent welcoming events. She studied you for a moment, then seemed to step backwards in time, awareness creeping into her expression, then a small gasp of acknowledgement.

"Oh," she said, with a voice like the whispered song of a hidden bird. "I remember you. How are you?"

"Good," you said. Now that I've run into you again, you didn't say.

It wasn't necessary to say anything else, in your opinion. Just to enjoy the moment you found her, whether or not there was anything in the future or any meaning to the past. You felt like a pebble in the current of a river, maybe only clinging to the shore for seconds before being swept away again.

"My name's Glimmer Wing," the batpony said. She gave you a soft curtsy, though she wasn't wearing anything, and the tiny tuck of her wings and bow of her head made your heart jump like it'd be thrown off a trampoline.

"Your cutie mark," you said, nodding to the lightning bug on her flank that was looking cuter by the second. "Does that mean you're real bright?"

"It means I'm good at finding things that are hidden," she said, and then giggled.

Turns out, so were you.

Once Glimmer Wing was exposed from the darkness, the two of you stuck together like... well. Was it too early to say that certain word?

Ponyville was idyllic in the summer, the pastoral beauty all swept up together by the breeze. When you met Glimmer Wing downtown for the first time, in her float-on-the-wind skirt with the blue-and-green shimmering pattern, the bow in her hair and the giggle on her lips... that was something out of spring itself, brought in by the brilliant sun and the energy underneath the flowers.

It was a bit awkward deciding what to do next, though.

"I, uh, don't really know what Ponyville has 'going on', in terms of, uh, good... hang out, spots..." You manage to avoid the 'd' word, even though it's begging to be said, exploding in your chest and threatening to creep into a sentence unawares. Better not put the cart before the bat-pony.

"Well, there's a great ice cream place around the corner from the Cake's bakery," Glimmer Wing said. She put a hoof to her chin and pondered up at the sky, orchestras of birds taking flight and signalling with song in the background and overhead. "And I kinda wanted to check out the toy store to see if they have the new issue of Bat-pone... The new series reboot is really dark and gritty, I kinda like it a lot, heh..." Glimmer Wing trailed off, kind of noticing her enthusiasm taking control and then tying it off before it overflowed. She blushed a bit, though that might have just been her cheeks flushing from the sun overhead.

Ice cream and toys. Not your usual date idea, but... when in Horse-Rome, do as the Horse-Romans do...

The ice cream, as it turned out, might have been the best in Equestria. It was certainly the best you'd ever tasted, and you didn't know 'blue' could be such a profound and life-altering substance of a flavour. You wondered immediately what 'green' and 'red' would taste like, maybe even mixed together. There was a row of all the colours in the front, and then the named 'flavours' in the back. One peek showed a namec-ard three lines long and something that looked like Princess Celestia's mane in sherbet form. With sprinkles.

"This is good," you said, not bothering to attempt to describe the taste. Go try it for yourself. It really is that good.

"Yeah," Glimmer Wing said. "I like to come here after school sometimes. Heh." That blush again. Just the faintest hint of red creeping into her light-blue fur... like the warmth radiating from a fireplace, giving a glow to your whole body. Is it normal to feel warm when someone else blushes? Maybe it's an endless cycle of blushing back and forth forever until one of us explodes...

Something seemed off, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it then. Maybe the ice cream was too delicious. Maybe Glimmer Wing was.

It hit you more when you got to the toy store. Mostly walking inside, realizing it was really a toy store, when 'toy' meant 'anything that's cool to foals under high school age', a giant collection of shelves filled with action figures and outside activity play-sets and remote control cars and boats and planes and a wall of trading cards behind a giant pane of glass (PLEASE ASK AT COUNTER FOR CARDS, it said). A comic book section, to which Glimmer Wing went immediately, squealing and bounding in bounces like... well... a filly who was about to get a new comic book.

Probably best just to ask. To avoid any confusion, clear up any misunderstanding.

You walked up to her in the comic section, just as she was checking out the new issue of Bat-pone, the one she'd been waiting for.

"See this?" she said, holding it up to you, open to a seemingly random page. Your eyes scanned the ink from top to bottom, mostly intersections of shadows and a mysterious looking costumed pony-figure lurking inside them. She jabbed at the dark blotches with her hoof and grinned a giant grin at you. "The way the ink is all everywhere... ugh, I don't know how to say it, but it looks so cool, he's all hidden and everything... uh, sorry, heh. I know I kinda get over-excited sometimes..."

"No, no, it's fine, it's totally adorable," you say, waving a hand in an attempt to waylay the bat-pony's fears. She makes a noise like 'gleep' and goes red again, which you take to be a sign that your compliment is well received. Then again, there is still one particular issue to address...

"Not to be weird or anything," you say, as Glimmer Wing begins scanning the back pages of her comic for interesting upcoming issues, "but I was wondering. How, uh... how old, are you, exactly?"

"I'm thirteen," Glimmer Wing said, letting it out with some timidity in her voice. "But... my teachers all say I'm really mature for my age." She looked up at you with a hurt expression, as though she'd done something wrong and was just now being called out for it. "I'm sorry," she said. "Is that... bad?"

You're not sure, to be totally honest. Relationships in Equestria aren't anything like the ones on Terra Firma. Older ponies go with younger ponies, trios happen, quadrangles, or whatever they're called... some ponies never get married, some seem to have more wives than they can count on one hoof (although actually that might not be too difficult)... it's a mish-mash. A smorgasbord. An urge to check out how that word is spelled, and then correct it to 'buffet'. No, leave it. It sounds better.

"It's just that I'm a bit, uh... older than that," you said, trying to cushion each word as much as possible. "And I'm not sure if that's... frowned upon, in Equestria, shall we say."

Glimmer Wing's face scrunched up. "'Frowned upon'?" she said.

You nodded, noting the look on her face.

"Exactly. It's not really, you know... the 'done thing'."

"How do we find out?"

You shrugged.

"I dunno. Maybe somepony in town can help us out?"

When you meet up with Glimmer Wing the next day, her expression is a pained one. She still looks beautiful, not to be cliche, but sort of like a delicate flower that only blooms in the night... okay, that's cliche anyway, but she still looks like one, even when she's cross. And she doesn't seem mad at you. Just... distressed.

"What's up?" you say, by way of greeting. She jumps at the sound of your voice, then smiles when she recognizes it's you. She's always a little jumpy like that, but just as likely to bare her fangs and snarl at an approaching threat as she is to tuck her head away and run. A lover and a fighter. How do you like that.

"My parents found out about us hanging out together," she says morosely, kicking her hooves into the dirt. "They said they don't think it's a good idea for me to be spending time with a human when I'm so close to, uh... I don't really know a good way to say it."

"Can you just repeat what they said, and maybe I can figure it out?"

Glimmer Wing scratched her head, puzzling the words over behind her eyes. "Yeah, I guess. They just said they didn't think it was a good idea to be getting... 'romantically involved' when I'm so close to my 'season'. My 'coming of age'."

You scratched your head too.

"What the heck does that mean?"

"I have no idea. Any leads on somepony we can ask for advice?"

"I checked with Twilight, but she was busy filing books and yelled at me to check the reference section." You took a deep breath and gave a long sigh. "And I did, but it was mostly just stuff about old wars and genealogy trees..."

"I'd ask my parents, but they're obviously not gonna be any help," Glimmer Wing said with her own sigh. "I'm stumped. I just don't know what to do. And I really like you too, so I don't want us to stop hanging out..."

Hanging out. Has the 'd' word crept into anyone's vocabulary yet? That remains to be seen. Even though you'd like to say it and just get the whole thing over with. 'DA-TE'. Date. Go on a date with a pretty young filly. Nothing wrong with that, is there?

Maybe just according to her bat-parents.

It was therefore either a trick of the light, or a fortuitous chance, or Glimmer Wing really was naturally lucky when it came to finding hard to find things, because Rarity and Spike appeared just like that, as though they'd been waiting around the corner listening to the conversation for the perfect break in dialogue to barge over and smile and wave and bring up the same obvious questions about age differences that were currently bubbling in both your head and Glimmer Wing's. So it made sense to ask, to see if you were dreaming, at least. Even if you woke up any second, there might be something you could bring back with you.

"Uh, hey," you said, somehow assuming Spike and Rarity were already walking over to speak to you. But that was when they noticed you, and, still smiling, walked over to start a conversation presumably as dull as daylight. Maybe a bit brighter from a different angle.

"Why, hello, Mr. Anonymous. You're looking a lovely shade of olive today," Rarity said, smirking, still holding Spike's claw with one hoof. The baby dragon was mostly love-struck, but still seemed present enough to entertain a brief conversation, though hearts swirling around his head might prove a persistent interruption.

"Thanks," you said. "And you're looking, uh... nice, too. Your coat is really... white."

Despite the lame attempt at a compliment, Rarity beamed like she'd been dubbed royalty.

"Thank you, my dear, that's very kind of you to say! Spike and I were just out for a walk to enjoy the sights of spring, it's quite a treat that we should run into one of our resident reality-migrants... and whose this with you, if I may be so bold as to ask?"

"Oh," you said. "That's Glimmer Wing. My—well, actually, we had a question about that, now that you mention it—"

"How old do you have to be to go out with somepony else?" Glimmer Wing blurted, then blushed when she realized her outburst. "I mean... someone else. Anyone. Not just a pony."

Rarity raised an eyebrow, and even Spike seemed keen to key in on the hidden workings laid in plain daylight.

"Is there a problem with the logistics of your... relationship at present?" Rarity asked, her face knotted with concern.

"My parents don't want me hanging out with Anon," Glimmer Wing said simply. "They said it's not a good idea to get 'romantically involved' so close to my 'season'." Glimmer Wing frowned and stared at the ground, then at Rarity. "Do you have any idea what the heck that means?"

Both Spike and Rarity blushed, though the former far more than the latter. Rarity had to pat him on the head and give him a water-bottle to calm his fit of laughter, which eventually subsided into amused chuckles. Rarity could see the humour in the situation, though she didn't feel explicitly amused by it. Young hearts in love were always to be handled delicately.

"Oh, my," Rarity said, taking a deep breath and letting it out through her nose. "I suppose there's a lot to cover if you're both on page one... tell me, has either of you read a copy of the Equestrian consent laws lately?"

You and Glimmer Wing shared a look. You even turned to Spike to see if he was available to bail you out, but apparently he hadn't done his homework either, and just shrugged.

"It's a bit of a complicated mess of clauses and legal-speak... possibly Twilight would be better at unraveling the whole thing," Rarity said. She brushed a strand of her mane out of her eyes and aligned it behind her ear with the others. "But in laypony's terms, essentially speaking, somepony in Equestria becomes old enough for a relationship when they've entered their first... oh, how shall I put it delicately... their first 'change', so to speak. Does that make more sense?"

You, Glimmer Wing, and even Spike, stared at Rarity, blank-faced. She sighed and readied herself for another chunk of diction.

"Alright," she said, looking overhead to the sun and flocks of birds and pegasi passing by. "In Equestria, everypony, dragon, whatever you please... everyone comes to a certain time in their life, a certain age when their body and mind begin to... change."

"Are you talking about... sex stuff?" Spike said, blushing slightly.

Rarity giggled and patted him on the head.

"I suppose you're eager to share what you know, aren't you, Spikey dear?"

Spike turned even more crimson underneath his purple and green. Rarity giggled again and kissed him on the forehead, leaving a tiny spot of her lipstick behind.

"Spike's more or less correct. When you come of age, and you'll know when, you'll suddenly see the opposite sex in a whole new light. And, as you're getting ready to be swept up by the torrents and trials of youthful romance, Equestria dictates you should be allowed to do that however and with whomever you please. Though, gaining the approval of family or friends is an entirely different matter..."

"Maybe I can just show the law to my parents and they'll lighten up?" Glimmer Wing asked. "I don't know what it means by 'changes', but I'm pretty sure I'm grown up enough to date somepony—I mean, somebody," she corrected, with a nervous and shy glance towards you.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple, my dear... Glimmer Wing, was it? Such a lovely firefly on your flank there, I must say."

"Thanks," Glimmer Wing said shyly, looking away from Rarity and playing with her tail between her hooves.

"Regardless. It is possible you've begun to change and are only now just noticing it. Have you sensed anything different from day to day, changes in how you feel or what you've been thinking about?"

Glimmer Wing pondered with her eyes to the ground, blush creeping permanently into her light-blue cheeks.

"Um," she said. She kicked a bit of dust, and dawdled in the silence. "Um," she said again.

"I really like Anon," she said finally.

Rarity nodded. There wasn't a great deal more explanation necessary.

"Have the two of you... been together, so to speak?"

"Whadda you mean? We're together right now," Glimmer Wing said.

You put a hand to your forehead.

You'd never imagined explaining this to anyone before, let alone a pony the same colour as the sunset before midnight...

"Um," you said. "I think she's talking about... a different kind of together. A romantic type, I mean."

Glimmer Wing blushed even brighter.

"Oh," she said.

"Oh," she said again after a moment.

Then:

"I'd like that."

"Why don't we find somewhere to sit over lunch and iron out all the kinks in your questions," Rarity said, her voice soft and guiding. "I know a lovely cafe down the street, they have the most delicious watercress sandwiches you've ever put your lips on..."

"So," you said afterwards. You and Glimmer Wing stayed at a table at the cafe after Rarity and Spike had finished their lunches and left, both of them parting with waves and smiles and wishes of good luck. The finer points of the discussion had taken around forty-five minutes, and your head was spinning with Equestrian terminology and strange questions about behind-the-doors goings on of ponies in everday life. Rarity's attempt to answer your questions may have only brought on more.

"Let's repeat this again to make sure we've both got it right," you said.

"Again," Glimmer Wing said, sounding more determined than agitated.

"So in Equestria," you said, "whenever a pony—bat-pony, dragon, changeling, whatever—comes of age—that is to say, enters their first season of puberty, heat, bodily changes—again, whatever—they become 'legal' in all Equestrian versions of 'consent'."

"Right," Glimmer Wing said, nodding.

"But not before that."

"Right," she said again.

"So what are you supposed to do to figure out who you like and don't like before you're of age?" you asked.

"I think you're allowed to date and stuff, but you're just not supposed to have sex before then..."

"So we're in the clear?"

"I dunno. My parents were pretty 'anti-us' last time I checked..." Glimmer Wing smiled apologetically but quickly turned to a frown, her brow knitting as she combed through the conversation for ways she could wheedle in a loop-hole. "They said they didn't want me seeing you so close to my season... I guess I'm only a few weeks away." She looked up at you with bright, delicate eyes, then turned away quickly, attempting to hide her blush.

Despite yourself, you felt your cheeks getting a little warm as well.

"Well, that's not a problem," you said, sounding more certain than you felt. "I'm sure if we talk to them calmly and explain our position, they'll come to see reason eventually..."

"Have you met my parents?" Glimmer Wing raised an eyebrow. "Bat-pony families are a little more... intense than other species." She sighed and looked up into the clouds. "Makes me wonder what life would have been like if I was a pegasus."

"You might have been too busy flying overhead to notice me," you said, giving her a pat on her mane and running your fingers through the delicate, silk-like silver.

She giggled at you, her cheeks starting to gain a perpetual flush whenever the two of you were together.

"What if we just... keep things on the down-low for a little while," you suggested. "We don't have to tell your parents right away. And there's no reason we have to do anything, um... 'ethically compromised' so to speak?"

"You mean sex?"

When you looked at her then, her eyes had the focus of crystal rays harnessing sunlight, and for the first time, maybe, you thought you caught a glimpse of a dark, passionate flame burning behind the petals of the flower you'd already come to know. Maybe there were much deeper roots underneath.

"Uh," you said, grabbing awkwardly at your shoulder. "Yeah. Sex. We don't have to... do that. Necessarily. Right away."

"Right. We don't have to."

"Just what exactly are you suggesting?"

"Nothing. Do you wanna go on a boat-ride at the pond tomorrow? The ducks are really cute, and maybe we could cuddle for a bit... if you wanted."

"That wouldn't upset your parents?"

Glimmer Wing smirked at you, her fangs glistening in the sunlight.

"I thought what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them?"

She stuck her tongue out at you and winked.

The next day at the pond set a precedent that would follow for all the days to come, up until the final breaking point of negotiations. That is, a span of about two weeks before you finally caved and decided to talk to Glimmer Wing's parents in person—er, horse-person.

When you got to the pond, the scene was too idyllic to suggest anything beyond the sweetest and most work-safe notion of romance. Birds fluttered by in the trees, robins and sparrows and yellow and blue ones the author of this story isn't smart enough to know the names of, and ponies were having picnics underneath giant oaks or willows or other tall-standing arboreal entities, the park was a bit of a mish-mash of all the pieces of nature in a single slice, maybe. Somepony was selling cakes and lemonade near the entrance, and for three bits you could get your picture taken with your special somepony before you left. 'Couples destination' wasn't spray-painted across the park sign, but it may as well have been.

What Glimmer Wing turned it into was something remarkably less PG-13.

It was easy enough to get a boat—there were plenty free in the middle of the week, while more hard-working or cliche ponies waited for the weekend to go on their romantic outings. You brought a small basket of pastries and sandwiches (vegetarian, as was the custom) with you, but Glimmer Wing just brought herself, wearing a fancy new dress you hadn't seen before, black with red trim that hugged her curves more suggestively than you suspected was usual for a piece of filly's clothing. When she met you, she giggled and spun around to show you every side of her outfit, and when her dress kicked up with the motion of her spin, you were sure you caught a glimpse of silver-blue panties underneath.

Somehow a pony wearing clothes was immediately more sexual than one that was normally naked. How in Equestria did that work?

But when you sat down, and Glimmer sat next to you, your faces were inordinately close. Practically touching.

"Hey," you said, as it was all you could think of to say besides do.

"Hey," Glimmer Wing said back to you. You could feel her breath on your face.

"We're not supposed to kiss," you said, but didn't pull away at all. You could count the sparkles in her eyes.

"I know," she said. "We're not supposed to."

"Right."

"But what if we did?"

The question hung in the air for a moment. The boat had only slowly begun to drift out to the center of the pond, paddling itself by some magical mechanism. A pony could do the paddling too, if they wanted, but right now both you and Glimmer were occupied with other things.

Glimmer Wing's nose touched yours. You could feel the warmth of her skin through her coat, her soft, sky-blue mingling with the silver of her mane, jutting out against the bold red highlights on her dress. You could feel the tiny shivers in her breath as she hovered close to you, lips pursed, unpursed, licked, inches away but never touching.

"I don't know," you said, finally, dumbly. It felt, again, like the only thing to say.

Glimmer Wing put her hoof on your chest.

"This is okay though, right?"

"I don't know," you said again.

The boat began to drift to the far side of the pond, shadowed by willow trees and half-covered in lily-pads. The ducks around that section were clustered, squonking noisily at a group of ponies attempting to enjoy their picnic nearby. There was bread, and they could smell it.

Glimmer Wing moved her hoof lower, down to your stomach, resting just above your belt.

"We shouldn't do that," you said, mustering every bit of willpower to put your hand over her hoof and keep it in place, rather than moving further downward. "Your parents wouldn't like it."

"I know," she said, and looked at you with deep, pouting eyes.

"But what if we did?"

And there her hoof remained for the rest of the date.

Then her other hoof took your free hand and put it on her shoulder, next to her neck, pale and glimmering like the moonlight. Your fingers resting their felt heavy, worried with anticipation, begging to be let to dance and parade around Glimmer Wing's soft skin and fur until she was cooing and wriggling against your chest.

Glimmer Wing guided your hand lower, just resting above the spot between her legs you were certainly not allowed to touch, in her parent's interpretation of events, anyway.

"We really shouldn't," you said. Only the refrain was echoing through now, none of it held substance. You felt like you'd let Glimmer Wing do whatever she wanted to you.

"But what if we did," she said simply. She rubbed your hand back and forth on her stomach, and her fur there seemed the softest yet, like the belly of a show cat, and when you finally let your hand move, and rub in circles, she mewed at you, still like a little kitten, and curled up with her head resting on your shoulder.

Before the boat docked, the kiss was tested again.

Glimmer Wing pulled you close and plunked her forehead hard against yours, resting your faces so close your lips were only separated by the atoms counted on the head of a pin. You felt a fire in your chest screaming at you to move forward, to put your hands around her neck and kiss her you stupid human. But, to throw it all away, just for one step over the horizon? Could that really be worth it?

"We shouldn't," you said.

"I know," she answered.

Then she kissed you.

Don't tell anyone.

Promise?

You're sure?

Well...

It was a good kiss.

Really good.

Do you want us to tell you what it was like?

Do you?

...

...

Sorry, but this one's off limits.

...

You ever cum just from a kiss before?

...

We don't think words can do this one justice. You'll just have to try it for yourself.

It only took three more days of 'but what if we did?' for you to put your foot down. Timing be damned, there were only so many pairs of pants you could send to the cleaners before deciding to move forward. It wasn't like either of you was happy about waiting, either. Glimmer Wing would send you little love-notes at night, flitting about your window and hanging upside down with a cute little cut-out heart-shape in paper hanging between her teeth, her fangs poking out over the top and shimmering in the moonlight.

You'd open the window, and want to let her in, but she'd always stay just outside, hanging there, your lips again pushed into proximity, the air between lighting up with scattered electricity.

"We shouldn't," you said as you leaned out the window towards her mouth.

"I know," she said, leaning back away from you, wiggling her tongue playfully. "But what if we did?"

You decided to ask her about it the next day.

"I think we should talk to your parents," you said, sounding more sure than you felt. The cafe where you'd had lunch with Rarity and Spike served as a kind of out-of-the-way recouperation area, somewhere you could sit away from the eyes of prying ponies, because they were mostly interested in their sandwiches, and maybe even hold Glimmer Wing's hoof under the table, though that meant you had to keep her from moving her hoof along your leg and down to your crotch below the table...

Glimmer Wing tilted her head at you like you'd suggested reading a salad for breakfast.

"You know they're not a fan of us being together, right?"

You nodded.

"I know that. But I also feel like they're going to have to get used to it eventually. We can't keep sneaking around all the time. I wanna be able to hold your hoof in public, or kiss you..."

Glimmer Wing blushed and fell silent. Maybe she was thinking about kisses.

"They're not gonna be happy," she said after a while. She looked up at you with her soft, innoccent eyes, making you wonder if there were better words in the dictionary to describe somepony who was simultaneously delicate and fiery, supple but strong, somepony who seemed not to fit into the simple sorting between ponies willing to do what it took to get what they needed, and the other kind. Glimmer Wing didn't seem like the type of pony to run away just because there was something scary at the end of the cave. Maybe she was the something scary at the end of her cave. Her fangs poked out as she was looking at you, and you felt a shiver run up your back and settle in your stomach, finding it hard not to stare at the little pointed teeth leering in your direction. How do teeth leer? They gaze. They point. Certainly they can leer. They have eyes, don't they?

"I know," you said. You put your hand on her hoof, overtop the table, and let it rest there, even though both of you could feel the urge to pull away, to hide what was in front of you.

"They're also kinda... weird."

Raised eyebrow.

"'Weird' how?"

Glimmer Wing sighed.

"Maybe you'd just better see for yourself..."

And, like that, the pieces on the playing board moved a single square forward.

Sometimes, all you have to do is ask.

"Can you meet me at my place tomorrow night?" Glimmer Wing asked. She took a sip and finished off her glass of water, and a tiny few beads of moisture ran down her lips and chin and sparkled in the sunlight.

"Uh," you said, rubbing the back of your head. "I don't exactly know where that is yet."

"I know," she said, smiling. "I didn't tell you because... well. I thought we might get into trouble."

"What makes you think we won't anyway?"

Both of you grinned in the summer sunlight.

Now here was Glimmer Wing's place, and it looked more like a cave than a house. There was a door, sure, but not many ponies lived in the outskirts of Ponyville, near the rolling hills and grasslands and places that ground-hogs liked to call home. But there were windows, and a garden, and some friendly-looking pink and blue flowers, and so even if this wasn't the right place, or, if it was, at least you could make it to the front door before claiming things got too difficult. How bad could two overly protective bat-pone-parents be, anyway?

When you knocked, the door stayed shut for a while. You could hear muffled whispering and scuffling around behind it, but waited about thirty seconds before the wooden frame finally cracked open and a single, illuminated eye peered at you from the surrounding darkness.

"Password?" it hissed, showing off a glint of fangs that gleamed underneath its eye.

"Uh, password? I don't remember hearing anything about—"

"Oh, Daddy, just let him through. I told you he was going to be here soon anyway."

"Shush. If he doesn't have the password, you know I can't let him in."

"Daddy, you must made up the password yesterday! And this is the only time you've used it since!"

"I can't be expected to think of everything around here! Just because I'm trying to be responsible for the well-being and common welfare of my household, just because I'm concerned about the untoward attentions of some wrinkly pink monkey thing... all of a sudden I'm irrational. Is that it?"

"Daddy, just open the door!"

"Fine, but we're replacing this with a different test. Let's see how he does hanging from the perches, probably won't even last a minute..."

The gruff, grumbling voice faltered away as the door opened, and a familiar face greeted you, surrounded by two others, mostly sets of leering eyes, that followed your every move as you stepped inside and wiped your shoes on the entrance-mat.

"Hello," you said, giving a short bow to the presumed father and mother of your almost-of-age heart-throb. The looks from one generation to the next were similar, a sort of melted together concoction you could piece together from the two constituent halves. Dad was gruff and grumbly, a bit of a white beard and the look of someone who split logs for fun. The mother was more wispy, almost ethereal, gliding and hovering behind her family like a shadow, occasionally chuckling and murmuring her approval or disapproval in the shadows, knowing only the most important bits would creep out into the light. Matching blue coats, silver mane on the mother, pitch-black on the dad, with hints of white and grey that had begun to grow in. He stared at you the entire time you took your shoes off, and as you stood there awkwardly, waiting to know what to say.

"So," the father said before you could crack the conversation. "What's your interest in my underage daughter?"

"Daddy!" Glimmer Wing batted at her father's shoulder with a hoof, but the gruff bat-pony remained unmoved.

"Uh, well," you said, already feeling a gallon of sweat dumped out over your head like a cooler full of Gatorade. "We're friends, uh, we met at a party, and kind of got to know each other from there..."

"You haven't been nibbling from the forbidden fruit, have you, dear?" Glimmer Wing's mother was behind you, her voice creeping up like a whisper from dead air. You jumped a little as you spun around, and found yourself wondering if the way Glimmer Wing's mother lowered her eyebrows and drank you in was anything the same as the way Glimmer Wing did before she pounced and forced you to keep her from biting your neck.

"Uh," you said, sweating even more, if that was possible. "Not, really, as such, uh, we haven't—"

"Bat-ponies come from tradition," the father said. He gave you a hard slap on the back, which, despite threatening to knock loose a few of your teeth, made you feel like maybe there was some progress to be made after all. He even grinned at you, showing off one chipped fang, the other missing. "You think you can hang with the family tradition?" He leered up at you, squinting, enough to make you feel like you might evaporate if you moved in the wrong direction too quickly.

"Well... I'm definitely willing to give it a shot. Glimmer Wing means a lot to me."

"Ha!" The father laughed and spit, the saliva landing somewhere in the direction of the other room, which looked to be a kitchen from the dim remaining light and hanging pots and pans visible from around the corner. "We'll just see about that."

"I suppose we should introduce ourselves as well," the mother bat-pony said, slinking her way out from behind you and coiling around her husband like a boa. "My name is Constant Echo," she said, holding out a hoof, and you took and shook it as formally as you could manage, even though that came out a bit awkward and shaky at the end. At least she smiled at you, both fangs perfectly intact and filed to a point.

"My husband's name is Grim Light... but you can call him 'Grimmy' if you want. If he likes you, that is." She smirked.

Grim Light glared with a sour expression, indicating he was not likely to be open to the use of a nickname at any point in the near future.

The room was oddly quiet for a bit. You looked over at Glimmer Wing, and she looked back at you with a desperate, hopeful expression, but didn't seem to know what to say or do next.

"Shall we get started with the sniff test then?" Grim Light eventually said. He'd rustled up a few smoke supplies from a dresser drawer near an old rocking chair, and was spreading them out on the table and beginning to roll up some leaves into a sheet of paper. Less than a minute later and the leaves were rolled up, wrapped and ready to light. Grim Light studied the smoke for a moment, then picked up a dark, ebony lighter, and flicked it once, guiding the flame to the tip of his makeshift cigarette. A few puffs and he blew out a large cloud of smoke, which wafted over the room and began to filter into the light like wisps of smog on a cold morning.

You managed not to cough, though you did have to squint and wave your hand to blow away a bit of the smoke. Somehow it seemed like coughing would be a sign of weakness. Were bat-ponies particularly well-known for their ability to tolerate second-hand intoxicants? Who knows. Who knows anything about bat-ponies anyway?

Well, you would, in a bit.

"Why don't you follow us to the back-room," Constant Echo said quietly. "Then we can get started on things right away." She gestured down the hall through the kitchen, presumably to somewhere more spacious and private to find out what kind of tests Glimmer Wing's parents really had in mind. Grim Light kept giving you shifty looks out of the corner of his eyes, which you did your best to pretend not to notice.

The room she lead you to was darker than the others, almost pitch-black. A single, dim lamp lit it from the center, and when Constant Echo and Grim Light reached the lamp, they flicked it off, bathing you and Glimmer Wing and the entire room in an impenetrable darkness.

The darkness sat like that, for a moment, swallowing up the furniture and occupants of the room.

"Now," Grim Light said, his voice steady and instructive. "You can do it with your eyes open or shut, won't make much difference... let's see how your sense of smell works, boy."

It felt easier to close your eyes. A sniff test? They were asking you to sniff? They did know a human's nose is a lot less powerful by proportion to fragrances than a dog's, right? Although, maybe in Equestria scents worked a little differently...

Sniff. Nothing so far. Better try again.

Sniff. Sniff sniff.

Smells a bit like cinnamon, actually.

Sniff.

No, wait, there's vanilla at the end... maybe like an ice cream, a cookie dough sort of thing?

Sniff. Sniff. Sniff.

Don't jump to conclusions, better to take your time and give a carefully considered but incorrect answer than act like you know everything and then fall flat on your ass. Remember that one, it might be useful later.

You stuck out your tongue between your teeth to test the air, see if it would add anything. Miraculously, it seemed to, because now you could almost taste the scent, and the regions of your brain responsible for storing pieces of memory by priority were mixing together, digging through the archives, trying to come up with the name at the end of a giant, perfumed Rolodex.

But something didn't seem right. I mean, besides the ever-present darkness and two bat-pony-parents watching you to see if you could find your way in the dark through smell alone.

It felt like two smells at once.

Eyes still closed, you reached a hand up in front of your face. One hoof extended, holding something soft and crunchy. Another hoof extended, and something much more delicate, you almost didn't want to touch it for fear of crushing it with your hand. This is as wild a guess as anything, but if you don't swing the bat, you can't hit the ball...

"Cookies & cream ice cream," you finally said, then paused. "On top of a fresh rose... a damp, fresh rose, I think." Sniff sniff. Sniff. "I think I can smell the dew."

A moment of silence passed. Both smells remained unmoving.

Then the light snapped on, and Grim Light was grinning, a small, crumpled biscuit in one hand, the undamaged rose in the other.

"The ol' 'double-smell trick'... god job, boy, though you were a bit off on the first one. Cookie, at least!" Grim Light laughed and crumpled up the bits of the cookie in his off hoof, then set the rose in its vase down on a nearby table.

Glimmer Wing beamed at you, though she tried to hide it behind her parents' backs. More or less like your entire relationship so far, come to think of it.

"Test number two is a bit less tricky, but maybe a little more directly challenging... you doin' okay so far, sport? Ain't no shame in givin' up." Grim Light raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, daring you to throw in the white towel.

"I'm good," you said, nodding and swallowing the lump in your throat and meaning it. "Let's move on."

Grim Light hid his smirk, but Constant Echo's was obvious even from the far side of the room.

"Very well," Grim Light said, grumbling a little. "Echo will do this one. It's important to taste-test before getting yourself into a sticky situation."

Taste test?

Are they going to lick you now?

Constant Echo seemed to notice the expression on your face, and moved towards you with a reassuring smile.

"Nothing to be worried about," she said, her voice gentle and cushiony like a throw-pillow. "Just a little check to make sure you're not carrying anything 'unpleasant', shall we say..." She leaned closer to you, and you closed your eyes, readying yourself for the sensation of a prickly tongue lapping across your skin...

Until she bit you.

"Ow!"

Well, when somepony bites you, you say 'ow'. It's just the done thing.

It hurt, a little. Not too much.

When you looked down, Constant Echo had pulled her head away from your arm, and there were two pinprick, bleeding points left behind from her fangs. A little bit of blood dribbled off the pointy teeth and onto her chin, and she wiped it up with her hoof and licked it up, smiling devilishly as she cleaned the last bits of red from her shiny white palette.

"Very good," she said with a smile. "A bit of an earthy aroma, and a tinge of saffron... yes, very good. No problems there at all." Constant Echo licked her lips, and for a moment gave you a look that made you wonder if the 'pervert' gene is transmitted matrilineally. Glimmer Wing seemed to notice, and her smirk was even bigger, and more of a tease, with her tongue stuck out between her lips. Focusing was difficult already, especially when you could just pick Glimmer Wing up and run out the door with her if you really wanted...

No. Stay. Bat-pony preferences. You could do this.

"We're almost done," Glimmer Wing whispered to you between rooms. She bumped up against you a little, taking care not to touch noticeably in front of her parents, but still flicking you a little with her tail and giving you a glimpse underneath her skirt. Was her estimation about her season one hundred percent accurate, or were there little fibby-squiggles at the edges of that as well?

"Here," Grim Light said simply when you got to the room. There were perches on the ceiling, and the image of the family hanging upside down on their way to sleep jumped into your head as soon as you entered. There wasn't much instruction necessary—though, how exactly a human-shaped thing is designed to approach a bat-pony sleeping area is anyone's guess. You could get on the thing, at least. Then came the upside down part. The 'hanging by your feet in front of your almost-bat-pony-girlfriend's parents'.

Not too bad, as a matter of fact. You felt kind of like you could have done it all night.

Grim Light seemed to be the one holding on the longest. He waited and waited, even when his wife had tapped him on the shoulder and whispered into his ear, even when Glimmer Wing began to look pleadingly at him from behind your back, whimpering even loud enough that you heard it.

But your face didn't change. Nor did your feet. You were stuck, upside down, and you happened to like it, thank you, very much, until somepony needed you to move.

After about fifteen minutes, even Grim Light had to cave in. He'd let you in to his cave, and now he had to let you in somewhere else too.

"Well done," he said. He approached the perch and offered you a hoof, which you took, making it much easier to get dow, as a matter-of-fact. He shook your hand when he was done helping you down, and Constant Echo did the same, though her hold was much more demure, and she blushed when you leaned down and planted a kiss on her hoof.

"Such a gentlepony," she said, smiling at her husband. "Perhaps our daughter knows how to make good choices for herself after all, hmm?"

Grim Light grunted and rolled his eyes.

"Can't blame an old pony for being too careful. Never hurts to be on the safe side, I always say."

"You usually swear more than that when you say it though, Daddy," Glimmer Wing chipped in helpfully. Her father glared, but then broke into a grin, and the two laughed and shared a hug.

"You're all grown up now, eh kid?" Grim Light said, holding his daughter tightly. "Not gonna need your old man anymore soon."

"I'll always need you around, Daddy," Glimmer Wing said. She nuzzled into her father's neck and squeezed him extra hard. "Just 'cause I'm growing up doesn't mean I'm not still your little filly."

Grim Light rubbed her head with his hoof and tousled her mane. When the hug had finished, he nudged Glimmer Wing in the chest softly, pushing her in your direction. Glimmer Wing gasped, then went wide-eyed, then mouthed 'really?', and finally ran over, jumping into your arms, the first hug the two of you got to share in front of anypony.

There didn't feel anything about it besides that it was. It's harder to describe a hug than it is to hug someone. Just go do that, and maybe this part will ring a little truer. Go on. Get up and do it. Give yourself a hug if no one else is around. Hug your cat or your pillow or your stuffed animal. And if you have to cry, that's okay too.

When you want to, you can read more about what happened with Glimmer Wing. When her parents smiled and led the two of you to the bedroom, then left, still smiling, their hooves locked together. What happened when Glimmer Wing grinned at you, and closed the door, and flashed a single, shining fang in the bedroom light.

You want to hear about that part?

That's why we saved it for last.

"So," you said to Glimmer Wing. "We did it."

"You did it," she said. Her face was glowing, blue-bright night-shine of the moon in hoof, wing, and tail. Nothing else glowed like that.

"For you," you said.

"Us," she corrected.

Are we going to be speaking each other's sentences forever?

As long as the moon rises and the sun sets.

As long as there are dreams and us to have them.

As long as there is.

"I'm sorry," you said. It felt natural to blurt out, even though celebration was everywhere. Somehow, you could hear an explosion off in the distance a million miles away, feel its vibrations in your skin, but not know anything about it. You could be in a room where time didn't mean anything until it was done. You could be. "I feel like I should know what to say. You uh, look... pretty."

"Shh."

She kissed you.

We've gone through this before: the difficulty of describing a kiss. You will picture yourself in a room with Glimmer Wing, who we've only described as well as someone who knew her through you knowing her, and put her and you next to the bed, her coat is light-blue, remember, periwinkle, sky-diamonds, and you're just a regular ol' human, jeans and a t-shirt, button-up if you're feeling fancy, which for the night, you probably were. Everything in the moments of intimacy takes on a descriptive quality of squishiness, ethereality, all of the lines blur at the edges and the movements between seconds no longer resemble still frames in a slide, but a giant painting that is being washed in motion, hand-swipes with a rag smudging every colour together and a cloud of them with the scheme of their shades and angles embedded in the center. It is very tempting to use poetry to communicate what love feels like, and only love is capable of explaining this. They have a lot to account for, currently.

When Glimmer Wing kissed you, it felt like intent. This is very hard to describe also, so bear with us. When you are in a room with something else alive, and you are certain of your own thoughts, what you will do or can do or may never do in any circumstance, you are nevertheless not aware of what someone else is thinking, and you will never be aware, and it will be impossible even if they describe it to you in as many words as possible for you to truly know what it is their reality consists of. And you will lament this fact or you will celebrate it. You can skip all the 'poetry stuff' if you want, we'll put a disclaimer bit at the beginning.

Here we go again.

When Glimmer Wing kissed you, it felt like the only other half of the universe moving into you. It felt like a body the size of gravity had shoved itself into your chest, and that was what a kiss was, it wasn't anything you'd seen in a movie with ponies putting their hooves on the sides of each other's faces, it wasn't slurpy or strong or dirty or gentle, it wasn't any adjective that it's useful to be able to recall. It was a game, each move recorded and responded in gestures faster than lightning on top of lightning. It was a dance, with atoms learning their first words, parts of desire never known before suddenly charted and dumped off in the horizon, via tornado or hurricane or fallen meteor. It was learning to speak to yourself, to hear the voice in the back of your heart opening your eyes and draining the world into them. Hunger and thirst could take you and never vanish this thing. What the earth has in itself for flowers and the sun and the hands of springtime, is what you had in you for her. What the moment was between you.

Now we will try something else.

When Glimmer Wing kissed you, it was hot and heavy. She moaned even from the first moment, the final hair's-breadth between you sustained for weeks vanishing in an instant, and it was impossible for her to keep herself quiet or her body still. She rocked against you, her hips gyrating, her hooves finding your side and back and instantly caressing them, rubbing up and down in smooth, familiar strokes, so readily taking to the shape of your body and her instinct to touch it. You put your hand on the back of her head, and pulled her in, draining a gallon of water on a sweltering day, her mane tangled around your fingers, the sound she made a trigger in your heart to beat harder and your hips to move, to thrust into her and taste the friction that had separated your bodies since you first met.

It was a deep, heavy, passionate kiss. It went on forever.

When forever had ended, still it went on.

And when the kiss had ended, and the world exploded, you opened your eyes, and so did she.

"I've never done anything like this before," she said. Her eyes stared unmoving into yours, pupils expanding, drinking in the light and sight of you. "I'm a little nervous."

"Me too."

"But I also can't believe how badly I want to do this. With you."

"Me neither."

"I want you to take me."

And you picked her up and threw her onto the bed, where she bounced atop the pillows and blankets and squealed her adorable filly squeal, and laughed as you jumped onto the bed with her.

Yes, you were nervous. Your hands shook as they reached out for her, and her hooves as she reached for you. But there was no need to dwell in that nervousness, nothing that kept you attached to it. The way every time you moved, you did it so precise, so exact, and still your hand shook, only because you knew there had been nothing as powerful as the pounding of your chest and the scattering of your thoughts this instant with Glimmer Wing. Her blue fur in your hand, her silver mane on your fingers. The shiver in her body as you pulled her closer on the bed, and kissed again, yours the leading intent this time, your hand heavy and stern on the back of her neck, making her squeal and wriggle against you, tightening your jeans and furthering the frenzy of your kisses.

It was hard to stop kissing. For a while, you went on, hands and hooves exploring above skirt and pants. But then that was enough, and the two of you paused at once, and lifted your heads and looked up at each other, panting, hazy, almost like the fog between waking and dreams. The air itself felt thick, like the lightning that connected your bodies filled it fuller each second, until the whole room might overflow and burst.

She reached down with both hooves and slid her skirt off. You matched, unzipping your jeans, kicking them off the side of the bed, and following with your shirt. Only your underwear remained, and then those were gone too, and the two of you, finally, were together with nothing else inbetween.

You took a second to look at her first.

She was beautiful. We hate just putting it into words.

Lounged out on the bed, sort of on her side, with her head propped up, one hoof leaning for support up to the pillow, the other resting at her side. And her hind-legs, spread just a bit, not enough to show anything, but that she wasn't afraid to lay there in front of you, exposed, and that she wouldn't be afraid to move her legs and show you anything else you wanted now that you were together and alone. Together, alone, and allowed.

"Can I touch you?" you asked. Awkward, but honest.

She nodded.

"Yes," she said, breathless, blushing. "I mean... yes. You can touch me."

You put a hand against her chest, and she moaned softly and rocked into your touch.

"Here?"

She nodded.

"Mhm-hmm."

You moved your hand lower, running in circles around her soft, sensitive stomach. Another moan, deeper this time, but higher in pitch, coming from an even more hidden reserve than before.

"Here?" you ask.

"Yes," she says, panting. "You can touch me anywhere you want."

"What about... here?"

The feeling of wetness on your fingertips. The two puffy lips of her slit sliding along your finger, the hint of depth and warmth underneath, moving overtop her entrance. The feel of the curve of her hips, the arch of her back as she moves up against your hand, of holding an entire pony just in this way, moving one finger and being rewarded with squeals and jerking of hips and eyes clenched shut.

"Ahhh, oh my gosh, that feels, so good..." Grunting, panting between breaths and moans, throwing the words in between thrusts of her hips.

It seemed difficult to do anything wrong, but also to do anything. Your finger told itself to move through you, and you moved it, rubbing Glimmer Wing's pussy lips and making soft schlick noises. You explored in a little, poking your finger between her lips and arching it into her pussy, and you could call it that if you wanted, you could say her little filly bat-pony pussy, even though she was technically almost of age, technically almost just, as long as nopony said anything, and her parents didn't seem like they were going to. Bat-pony tradition, and such.

Even in the throes of her lust, Glimmer Wing couldn't contain herself any longer. She reached out to grab your cock with both hooves, and in that instant it felt like all the kisses saved up after the one had collided together and blinded you from the inside of your head. She stroked up and down and bucked into your hip, and let out little 'mhm' and 'ahh!' noises between the movement of her hips.

It was time to touch together.

You were the one to move, overtop, and the second Glimmer Wing felt you pull your hand away from her dripping slit, she seemed to know what to do also. She got up on the bed and turned around, as though she'd seen the picture illustrated, or in the spread of a magazine before. Wherever she'd picked it up, the imitation was perfect, because she managed to spread her legs and turn to look over her shoulder with the perfect, naughty, oblivious grin, her fangs twinkling, her tongue stuck out between her teeth.

Then she wiggled her butt, and flicked her tail, and flapped her wings to blow little suggestive gusts of wind back over you and your rock-hard cock.

"Is this the part where you rut me?" she said slyly, still smirking like a little devil. "You're gonna rut me hard like a real stallion?"

"No, but I'm gonna rut you like a real man, if that's the same thing." You took hold of one of her butt-cheeks in your hand and gave it a good squeeze, and Glimmer Wing squealed and giggled at you, and shook her butt up and down to bounce against your hand, and the head of your cock as you began to line it up.

"Oooh, that sounds even better," Glimmer Wing said, her voice dripping with lust as much as her pussy was dripping with filly-juice.

There was no trouble getting your head to part the lips of her pussy, and she gasped when you slid the first time into her, her eyes wide, her hooves shaking a little on the bed.

"Oh, buck," she said. She tucked her head down and looked back between her legs at the sight of your human cock pushing into her pussy. Even though it was just the head, her legs shook, and threatened to send her tumbling down to the ground. "Buck," she said again, murmuring it under her breath and shutting her eyes.

"Are you okay?" you asked. "We can stop if you need—"

She turned around and grabbed you with one hoof.

"No. Nuh-uh. No stopping. You rut me right now. It's all nice and legal. Sort of." Glimmer Wing shook her head and stuck out her tongue. "Whatever! Just gimme that human cock!"

"Where did this naughty little filly come from?" you asked as you pushed forward another inch into Glimmer Wing's pussy. Again, your slow motion thrust is accompanied by an overwhelmed gasp, and you wonder about stopping for a moment before recalling the reaction you got last time. This time it's all the way in, no matter what. Glimmer Wing groans, throaty and desperate, as you slide your cock into her, clenching and squeezing your shaft and head as they push up and rub against the walls of her pussy.

"I dunno," she said. She sounded a little delirious, like her words were coming between glimpses of a forest fire that's consuming her brain. "I just feel like, whenever I see you, I wanna rip of all your clothes and do stuff to you. And now I am. And it feels... amazing."

"It feels pretty amazing for me too," you said. The last bit of your cock slammed home, and you grunted, feeling your head poke up against the furthest part of Glimmer Wing's insides. The poor, desperate filly ground against your cock and moaned, already well in practice for her first heat and maybe even having an early start.

"Oh, buck," she said again. "That feels so good. That feels so bucking good..."

"You know we say 'fuck', where I come from," you said. You pulled your hips back and watched your cock slide out of Glimmer Wing's pussy, marking your first ever consummating thrust, before another thrust forward, slamming back in so fast you could barely see the movement.

"Ohh!" Glimmer Wing yelled out so loud it echoed, and you wondered for a moment if the room is sound-proofed. Maybe you can make use of those pillows, just to be safe.

"Here," you said.

You raised a pillow to Glimmer Wing's face, and she eyed it, puzzled for a moment, before taking it in her hoof.

"Use that," you said, taking a pause for a moment before your next thrust. "To muffle your noises."

"Oh," she said, blushing. "Am I... was I being really loud?"

"Yeah. Your parents can probably here. Unless the room's sound-proof. It's not soundproof, is it—"

"No, it's not sound-proof." She looked mortified.

"Well, I imagine they knew what they were getting into. And I'm not stopping until you cum all over my human cock."

Glimmer Wing shivered, and you could feel her walls tighten around the shaft and head of your cock again, making you shiver, and feeling a tightening and tingling in your balls besides.

"Cumming is when you have sex and it feels really good and then you like, explode or something, right?" Glimmer Wing looked back at you with wide eyes over her shoulder, her mouth hanging open slightly. "I've never done it before... it sounds really fun."

"You've never cum before?"

She shook her head, still blushing.

"Nope. I kinda wanted to save it for, um, my special somepony..." She looked down at the bed, but not for long, unable to keep herself from locking eyes with you as long as she was still awake.

"That's really sweet."

Blushing, even harder. "Thanks."

"Still want me to rut you into next week?"

She shook her butt at you, wiggling her bouncy blue cheeks in front of your face and rubbing your cock from left to right inside her pussy. Making you groan and grab harder on to her bobbing butt.

"Uh-huh. And... and I want you to... to... to shoot your stuff. In me."

"My cum?"

She nodded, hungry-eyed, her tongue hanging out.

"Yeah. Your baby stuff. I want you to shoot it in me. In... in my pussy." Hip-wiggle. Hip-wiggle. Cunt squeeze. Butt bounce.

"You want me to cum in your pussy?" It felt fun to clarify, and she shivered when you said the words out loud, as you felt your cock twitch and rub against her walls.

"Uh-huh. Make a human baby in me."

"Uh, I don't think that's actually a thing, now that you mention—"

"Shush. I know. I'm just being silly." She grinned and stuck her tongue out at you over her shoulder. "It's just fun to say. Naughty. Like you were saying." Wiggle wiggle. "Come on. Rut me silly, human."

"I'm gonna fuck your bat-pony pussy raw and shoot my baby-juice into your cunt."

"Fuck," Glimmer Wing said. She shivered at the sound of your dirty talk, and then again at her own curse-word, both making her legs tremble and her pussy even wetter. "Wow," she said, eyes wide. "That really does work."

"Fuck yeah it does," you said.

Then you started fucking her in earnest.

When we say 'fucking in earnest', what we mean is...

Oh, here, like this.

You slammed yourself into her cunt. You grabbed her butt with both hands and pulled her back into you as you were thrusting. You used her cute little pony pussy as a wet, hot hole for your cock to slide into, over and over, and she used your cock as a hard, thick pole to shove into her cunt, and rub her clit against, and rock back and forth on and moan and squeal and scream and forget to use the pillow entirely and gush filly-juice all over you, herself, the bed and probably the neighbouring houses.

"Fuck," she said. Under her breath at first, then louder, muttering it between thrusts. "Fuck... fuck... fuck..."

You were mostly silent. It was hard to do anything besides concentrate on fucking her.

But only two minutes had gone by—two, count 'em, two—before, mid-thrust, Glimmer Wing screamed the highest she'd ever gone, so high it threatened to go supersonic, as is the preference of bat-ponies, perhaps, but a little shrill for your taste. Just below that, where she sounded squeakier and squeakier, like a... well, exactly like what she was: a little bat-pony filly getting her first dick and cumming harder than she'd ever cum before in her life—and not just because she'd never cum before, either. We were keeping track of the orgasms that only half-existed, orgasms in past lives... trust us. She came hard. She squirted filly-juice all over the bed and stuff. Like, way more than we just said. A stream. A little bat-pony filly-squirter on our hands. Gushing and screaming and swearing up a storm.

Makes you wonder what her mother sounds like, just a little.

You managed to stop moving for the duration of Glimmer Wing's climax, but when she comes back down, panting, and finally opens her eyes, it's almost impossible not to start pounding her again.

"That... was... so good..." she said.

"Yep. And there's more where that came from."

"Oh, Celestia, I don't know if I can—fuck!"

Glimmer Wing shouted the second you began moving inside her again, and even though she was already shaky for balance on the bed, managed to reach back and spread her pussy wider with her hooves, giving you even more access to her hot, wet entrance. The little slapping sounds your balls made as they slammed against her clit were a soft accompaniment to the overture of her moans, the constant swearing and squeaking of the bed-springs. Maybe bat-pony hearing was too sensitive to be soundproofed against anyway.

It didn't take more than a few minutes again for the little filly to shout and squeeze your cock as she sprayed another stream of girlcum onto the bed, her legs shaking as she let it out.

"Fuck," you said, taking over for Glimmer Wing, who seemed to have momentarily lost the ability to speak. "That is so hot." Again, you paused your thrusts to avoid overloading her while she came, but the next time, most of your willpower might be used up.

"Your cock... feels so good... inside my... p-pussy..." Glimmer Wing still seemed nervous around that particular word, but she'd taken to 'cock' like a duck to water, and furthermore seemed to enjoy taking your cock about the same.

"You still want me to fill you up with my human baby-batter? Make a foal in you, hmm?"

"Yes, yes, I want you to shoot your stuff in me so bad, make me all full and sticky..."

You set a mental reminder to ask Constant Echo about her language habits around her daughter at some point in the future.

There was no more resistance in the way. You had to do what the little bat-pony said. Pound her pony pussy until it's full up with cum.

It was hard not to shoot as she started clenching again, but this one you had to ride out, to see the look on her face as her whole body shook and her pussy sprayed like she was a bad little filly wetting the bed.

"Ahhh, ahhh, I'm gonna, gonna cum, c-cum again..." It was too much fun to miss, to take one of her hooves with your hand and guide it between her legs, to start rubbing her clit in circles, maybe the first time she'd ever done so before, but took that that with instinct too, her legs shaking like crazy, her eyes clenched shut, her voice murmuring to a barely audible whimper...

"I'm gonna cum too," you said. You slammed into her hard, with the last ounce of your strength, and then felt your balls clench as your load worked its way up your shaft and sprayed out the tip of your cock, into your new special somepony's filly pussy.

The two of you locked eyes as your bodies jerked together. Each time your balls twitched and fired another spurt of creamy liquid into Glimmer Wing's cunt, the two of you moaned and rocked into each other, pressing your bodies as close together as they could get. Each drop of your jizz went straight into Glimmer Wing's pussy, until there was too much to take, and it began to drip and dribble out around your shaft, and join the splash of Glimmer Wing's girlcum that had already soaked the sheets. You counted the spurts of cum at first, but lost track at five, and just let yourself look, watching your cock twitch, buried in Glimmer Wing's hole and sloshing out a load of creamy white goo. There was so much, as you watched, her stomach started to swell up, and bulge, growing big from the overflow of cum shooting into her pussy. Glimmer Wing squealed desperately as the cum smooshed and squelched into her insides, making her swell up like a cute little blue balloon.

"Oh, buck," Glimmer Wing said, slipping back into her old vocabulary. "That is so hot. I think I'm gonna cum again just from the feeling of you shooting your stuff inside me..."

"Do it," you said. You reached down and started rubbing Glimmer Wing's clit with your fingers. "Cum again. Cum for me."

"Ohhhhhhhhh fuck—"

Like ocean mist, or a kinked fire-hose, Glimmer Wing came undone, and sprayed and came so hard against your cock that her legs finally gave out, and she fell face first onto the bed, landing atop the few scattered pillows and the wet-spot of mixed together cum. A few drops of jizz on the end of your cock flicked up into the air and landed in her mane as she pulled her pussy lips off the tip of your dick. Glimmer Wing's stomach shrank back to its normal size as the giant pool of cum dripped out of her cunt and onto the bed, pouring like a white waterfall.

When the room was just breathing, sweat, and the smell of sex, you helped her up off the bed to a spot away from the drenched sheets. Then you found a place next to her, just a little touch of the wet-spot, only against the back of your legs, easy enough to ignore if you covered it with a pillow and curled up behind her, big spoon with your arm over her chest.

Glimmer Wing sighed, and her voice came down from clouds that fluttered in the moonlight.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you too," you said.

And that is as good an end to any story as we have ever thought of.

Goodnight.