Sin

Sing a Song of FeatherSong

The door of the small cottage swung open with a flurry of words and giggles. Feather was waggling her eyebrows at her smaller girlfriend, who was rolling her eyes at the failed attempt at an awful joke. A few glasses of wine at the nice restaurant had loosened Feathers already loose tongue, which she used to make crude jokes that would have made Swan blush if she too were not buzzed. The two had finally agreed to go on a date, after the lazy weeks that had passed.

"What do a nearsighted gynecologist and a puppy have in common? A wet nose."

A snort escaped from Swan. "That's disgusting."

"But funny. How is a mare like a condom? Both spend more time in your wallet than on your dick."

"Feather you don't even have a dick."

"Okay fine. How do--"

"OhmyGodbabeshutup."

By the time their conversation had reached the point of swearing that one would harbor an act of violence towards the other, they had reached the kitchen.  Feather was already reaching up towards the liquor cabinet for a dusty bottle of Merlot. Swan reached for the glasses, and Feather began to pour. 

"I'm just saying- it was too a pun."

"No it wasn't. Not a good one anyways."

Feather huffed, and moved closer to Swan. 

"Was too." 

Swan blushed, and stepped forwards in a challenge. 

"Was not." 

The pair were inches from each other, but Feather moved closer, pressing her forehead to Swans.

"Was. Too. Do I need to convince you?"

"I dare you," Came the words from the brave mare, who glared back at her girlfriend. 

The two locked eyes for a couple more moments before Feather snorted. She backed off and flew into a fit of laughs. Swan, now sobered and feeling awfully blown off, furrowed her eyebrows and turned around. She flicked her tail in Feathers direction, and stomped off down the hall. 

"Aw, c'mon babe! Don't take things so serious!" Stifling her remaining chuckles, Feather made to follow Swan to the bedroom. The mare was already in the bathroom, preening her wings with a concentration that could only be fueled with aggravation. 

"Babe, c'mon, chill. It was just a joke," Feather shook her head, and flopped onto their bed. 

A noise of frustration came from the bathroom. With a great sigh, Feather rolled off the bed and trotted to the bathroom. She carefully took one of Swans outstretched wings in her hooves and sat back, beginning to stroke the feathers softly. The wing was whisked out of Feathers hoof, and tucked back against Swans body. She pushed herself past Feather, and stood facing the door, unsure of what to do. The realization that Feather had actually upset her girlfriend struck. 

"Swan... Hey... I was just messin' around." Feather sounded sheepish. 

Swan turned on a dime, and there were tears in her eyes.

"Just messin' around, sure!" Swan repeated. "But would it kill you to actually kiss me?" 

"I-- uh- Wha'?"

"You haven't kissed me, let alone touched me in weeks! Do you know how frustrated I've been?" 

"I..."

"Well?" Swan shrilled, her wings extended and poised with a tension that made them tremble. "I thought that our first date in forever would land me some action, for gods sake, but instead you just sat there and laughed at me! "