>Dinner is going well
>He's about half a bottle into his night, light blush on that cute little face of his
>The food was delicious
>turns out they do serve fish for some reason - maybe the pegasai ask for it? But that's usually an aquired taste
>anyway, you're on a tangent
>You saw him rip into a filet, and celestia dammit if it didn't turn you on a bit
>you're going to bed your first carnivore
>Well. First *civilized* carnivore
>diamond dogs don't count, especially during a cave-in when you think you're gonna die.
>Look at those forehoo-forearms
>he's motioning with his hands and you can see the muscles under his skin move
>Like coiled snakes, power and grace
>mmf. You need to take him back to his home before you get too wet
>Oh, he sounds like he's near the end of a joke or something, tune it in girl
>"..without any pants! And I'm like 'that's not a watch, THAT'S MY DICK.'"
>You both laugh in unison
"Hehe... hey Anon, how about we book it and go home? I brought something else I wanna show you."
>Here's a hint: It's the V.
>He smiles. "Sure thing."
>Checkmate. 
>You wave the waiter over, ask for the check.
>300 bits
>Anon sees this and his expression changes
>"Daring, stop. I can't let you foot this whole bill by yourself, that's not fair."
"Hmm?"
>You make a point of not paying attention - your check already filled out and on the table. A nice 20% tip included in big numbers.
>He's silent. Must be impressed.
>He knows you can buy him anything now, if you're dropping bits like that. Time to go home and see how he rides.
"It's nothing. Now, let's get going."
>hopping out of the booth, you make sure to stretch and arch your back - yeah just like that. Don't look back, he saw it, just move forward.
>Ok just a little look back
>HIS FACE IS SO RED THIS IS PERFECT.
>On the walk home you lean against him
>To "help him stay balanced"
>But really you just want his hand resting on your neck
>There we go, get used to that mane colt
>you're gonna be pulling it tonight
>You can't help but grin as you make it to his house
>It's just now twilight, the night is young, and... and he's not going in.
>You look up at him and meet his gaze
>OH. He's one of *those* stallions. Wants you to make it romantic, pull him into his house in a whirlwind of passion
>Eh. You've done worse.
"Is there... something you want to say?"
>He looks away for a moment, thinking
>Now's your chance
>You gently hover until you're eye level with him
>He starts to speak
>You turn his head with your hoof - oh Luna his cheek is so soft - to meet yours
"Sshh, no words now, colt..."
>"Uh, what are you doing?"
>....what.
>"Daring? A-are you ok?" He steps back
>No no no this isn't right he should be PUTTY in your hooves
"I uh... ah..."
>"Hey, ah, wow. Sorry, something must've been miscommunicated, I didn't... yeah. uh."
>Well at least it's just as awkward for him as it is for you right now
"Hey... hey look sorry about that. Didn't mean to jump the gun, how about we go inside and-"
>"Ah, no, no." He shakes his head. "Listen, ah... you're staying with Rainbow, right? Just... you can't miss her house, it's the big-ass cloud mansion with rainbows literally everywhere....I think-"
>You're drowning him out
>he's kicking you to the curb?
>HOW COULD HE RESIST YOUR SWAG HE WAS BLUSHING SO HARD
>He must read your mind - or your face - cause he's putting his hands up
>"Hey, listen. No hard feelings, but I'm just not going to, ah. Rut, is it? Rut anything right now."
>You swallow, hard, and nod.
"Yeah, ok, sorry about that - the wine must've gotten to me. I'll come back tomorrow and we'll pick up where we left off, yea?"
>He smiles again. "Yeah, sure thing. Sorry."
>He offers his hand to you, clenched
>Is that a... fistbump? He's FRIENDZONING YOU?!
>You hoofbump it with a smile.
>It's on, colt.
>He closes the door, the warm glow of candlelight brightening his livingroom
>Not like you're staring at him through the window
>ok you're totally doing that
>but from the bushes, you're not some idiot stalker
>You just want to know if he's going to go through your things, yeah
>See if he finds any other gifts
>like that cockring
>pokerface.png
>ok ok ok it's not that bad, he's just... he's not even touching your stuff?! He's not even INTERESTED? Come on, usually Stallions love to root through other ponies' stuff
>Alright... and now he's going upstairs.
>That's enough staring, daring.
>even your accidental rhyme doesn't cheer you up
>How could he have shut you down? He was blushing the whole damn time.
>maybe... it wasn't lust, but embarassment?
>Who would EVER be embarassed to be with you?
>Nopony, that's who.
>Time to crash at your fangirl's place. She'll help your ego, get you hyped up for tomorrow
>Tomorrow you start the long-game
>Woo him with gifts
>compliments
>be a gentlemare, work for it
>learn everything about him
>and then he can't help but want you.
>Damn, it's been a while since you had to work for it - last stallion that did this to you was... wow. Years ago. Before you were famous, when you were a nobody
>Oh Anon, I'm going to rut your dick right off.
". . . . wait a minute."
>....you're not even sure he has a dick. I mean, he *is* an alien after all.
>LUNA DAMN IT.