intheblanks | ➹BEEPER

[She squeaks another laugh, apparently a giddy enough pony that her front feet leave the ground together briefly.]

They're not from crocs and that was awful.

You have no appreciation for comedy.

[That was cute. (It would have been cute, if he applied that terminology to horses.)

It was cute. And he's looking decidedly less glum and more pleased with himself, chest puffed out with it even as he tries to get a glimpse of his own haunches.]

But you're right, those aren't from crocs. Lesser Melburnian Drop Bear.

[She steps in while he's distracted, laying her head across the back of his neck with an amused look, her perked ears currently more expressive than her eyebrows.]

There are no drop bears.

[She's some kind of pony ninja. All four hooves pick up one after the other at the tickle of her chin against the curve of his neck. Now he drops his chin down to look back and up at her.]

What would you know about it? They're probably what wiped out your natives.

Or was it the zombies and the bombs.

[Hey, man, Reanimates know how to be stealthy. She nuzzles against him lazily, her cheek along his neck.]

[Tickles, tickles, tickles. Whinny.]

My money's on the marsupials.

My bet is that you're avoiding answering my question.

[No she is not sulking about it all, although she is maybe nudging at him, nosing against his stupid pony cheek.]

What question?

[Facetious of course, although: truth, she never asked. He straightens out and shakes that crop of a mane before being upside down makes him dizzy.]

[Fft. She nudges him a bit more roughly, snorting.]

Where did you get those scars, pony-boy.

England.

[For a horse, he can be a stubborn ass when he wants to me. Huffing breath, he sidesteps her nudging, butting his head lightly against her shoulder.]

I guarantee whatever you're imagining is more impressive than the truth.

[She gives a not-quite-offended-but-definitely-feigning-to-be sort of whinny.]

I hadn't gotten as far as imagining.

In that case: it was a crime of passion.

[Snort.]

So it was your fault.

Depends how you look at it. It was someone else's crime... after finding me engaged in passion with his wife.

I was at school in England for a while. [Seminary.] He was staff. Think it was my way of announcing the decision to leave.

That's what you get for getting caught tupping ponies in padlock.

[...No, Carla, no. That's terrible. Her jokes are terrible, but she was already laughing at his story long before it came out of her mouth.]

Trust me, she was the one showing me how to slip the reigns.

[He tilts his head up and neighs before trotting down the path towards the lake, kicking up dust.]

It's one way to lose your virginity.

This is the only interesting story you have ever told me.

[Seriously, Chase, like she's not going to now stalk you the rest of the day so she can stare at your ass.]

You haven't asked about any of the others.

[There's a great view when he bends down to drink. Yes from a lake. What's a pony supposed to use, a water fountain? He shakes off drips when he raises his head.]

And that's not true, I've explained scars to you before.

I assumed they were all drop bear attacks.

[The real answer is that he hasn't spent enough time in her bed for her to examine them. She hadn't gotten as far as curious yet.]

But I'll remember they're all women, from now on.

[Female drop bear? Didn't account for that one, now did you, Carla.]

I'm too quick for drop bears. It takes something special to get close enough to leave a mark.

[So yes, Carla, all women, from those little cigarette burns in the crook of his elbow to the ragged lines that make him a slightly less pretty pony.

[She nudges him.]

You're not quick at all.

[A less than subtle invitation to ~~frolic~~ race him. She's made this crack about him being slow twice now, maybe she should put her hooves where her mouth is.]

I know, you're enjoying having legs again.

[He huffs and nudges back.]

Some people might say four's overcompensating.

[She's enjoying it, a lot, and she doesn't particularly want to be reminded of the lack. She clicks her teeth at him, not quite sulking, but her tail swishes irritably.]

And?

And [He takes a few four-footed steps back, coyly. Then another few.] you couldn't catch me if you tried.

[Of course he's up for racing. Also, cheating.]

[A cheating cheater who cheats. She isn't surprised at all, and there's nothing to do now but outstrip him. Although there's no one out here counting noses, so what does it really matter.

She'd have settled for two legs, but four is pretty nice.]

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