Princess Lovebug.(Private w/Dual)

Thryssa squirms a little as Sugary tackles her and nuzzles against the back of her neck, and she giggles as her horn lights up as well, although nothing apparently comes of it. "Yes, you have most certainly tackled your prey, mighty Sugary~" she murrs at him, relaxing against the warm sand with him on top of her. "And claimed your prize, I might add, although I don't presently know what that prize will be." She turns her head to look over her shoulder in her peripheral vision, grinning widely with fangs as her horn is still lit. "However, I'm afraid you don't in fact, got me." Market would feel cooler suddenly as a shadow falls over them. When he looks up, he sees a mass of sand above them. "On the contrary, my dear sweet stallion, I've got you." And then she buries them both in the sand, the load hitting hard enough to pain but not to hurt, and the mass heavy enough to keep them buried as is, but not heavy enough that he can't breathe just fine. Beneath him, the object of his pursuit giggles.

Once more he'd yelp and feel the light strain that came with the weight, making a quick little air bubble around their heads as the sand fell, burying them but at least ensuring they could breathe and keep sand out of their faces and ears, though their manes were well covered. With the added weight, it did also mean he was being pressed harder still against her body from atop, his form fully molding against hers, crotch nestled between her buttcheeks; He murred a little under his breath when he realized that, but was just as stunned she did that at all and was laughing it off.

With the little bit of light of his horn keeping their faces lightly visible in the dark, he made a light scowl, but his blush and the fact he was barely holding back a chuckle of his own made it lose impact. "Well, guess we got each other now, you cheeky mare..." He blinked a little quickly, shaking off thoughts of cheeks upon his crotch as even cool sand could not prevent their body heat from being felt all the more in the little space they had. "But I still got my arms around you, sooo~..." He began to give her neck a little nibble, and made a growl along with it, just to give one last bit of a push that he was the predator there. The act wasn't meant to be sensual, his teeth being what mostly made contact as if biting down lightly; But it was still mostly, leaving a little bit of his lips touching very subtly, his warm breath also flowing along with it.

Thryssa grins into the sand in front of her and clenches her buttcheeks, working them against his crotch firmly. "Yes, yes, very cheeky," she teases in a light thrumming purr. He feels the light warmth of her transformation magic sweep over her and finds that what had been a mare's tail appears to be thicker, more muscular, and prehensile as it shifts and lays over the back of his leg, rubbing along the calf and thigh firmly. Now instead of pony coat, he feels the supple smoothness of dragon scale and full leathery wings to match it. Endowed with greater strength than she had before, Thryssa pushes up and unburies Sugary and then twists frictionlessly in his grasp so they're now belly to belly. Slitted golden eyes burn into his, alight with mischief, and then she wraps her arms and wings around him in turn and presses forward to lock muzzles with him, making low pleased sounds of contented satisfaction.

He'd snort pleasurably as she surprised him by expertly clutching his groin in a way he could only describe as unnaturally dexterous and firm for glutes, and further still when he felt both her magic and body alter within his grasp in such a way that he could swear she made a salamander out of herself for he could not hold to her properly as he was tossed out of their pleasurable burial along with her and onto his back.

And there he was, staring up to his playfully saucy companion and boss in a form he knew she was not too fond of yet still used it against him to get the better of him, blushing, with a light bulge in his pants, his head fuzzy, his lips and tongue locking with hers, neighing a little into her mouth, and in her tight and strong grasp. This wasn't what he meant when he suggested they wrestle at some point, but he didn't very much mind in the least when he got around to twisting his tongue around her new draconic one, murring a little as he felt her... oddly still similar sharp fangs, but more of her taste as well. One arm slid up her neck to her mane to pull her lightly to him, while the other stroked her back, and curiously part of her wings as well.

The look he gave her in turn was one of desire and relief. He was very much enjoying his 'loss' to her right now.

Thryssa thrums again happily before letting the muzzlelock lapse but keeps Sugary hugged against her. "You know, this is an oddly comfortable form, in the right company," she rumbles as they lay there, him atop of her laying on the sand. "Did I ever tell you where I got the idea for it? It was from my aunt, who acts as the changeling ambassador to the dragons. She told me a lot about this really, really attractive dragoness--the daughter of the dragon king and now the ruler in her own right, incidentally--and this being Thalia she got into an uncomfortable level of detail in her eternal quest to make her big sister--my mother--cringe." Thryssa chuckled. "I think that Thalia burned out Mother's cringing muscles when they were still fillies. Like Lepi, she was apparently a legend although she's never felt the need to play Lepi's game of being all gauche and blatant and rebellious when the public is looking, and herself when she's among family. Perfect to be the ambassador to the dragons, what with how much she loves to pick fights and get in brawls, which apparently buys you a lot of respect among giant creatures that breathe fire." She strokes softly up and down Sugary's body. "But here's me talking about my aunt and something political when there's a handsome stallion using me as a supple bed in the sand." She gives him a playful look. "What would you like to do next, Mister Market?"

As he listened after the kiss, he slowly adjusted his body, lightly wrapping a leg with hers, caressing one wing to close up, and then very lightly rubbing himself against her while doing so. Her playful look would be met with one of his own as he once more nosed her, lips touching lips as he spoke softly. "Next...? I should remind you to share more stories like that in a campfire or two once night falls over the week with us sharing a single blanket and eating smores, if you'd like that kind of thing... I would also advise you turn back soon, before someone starts to think I'm about to have a much more passionate embrace with a dragon instead of the mare I arrived to town with, though I would so love it if the dragon were as intimate in the shower as the mare... I would also like to know if you're still trying to wrestle with me or my heart~..." It was then he would return to kissing her on the lips and then down her neck in desire along with a light suckle. He half expected her to flip him about again given how he now clung to her, but if the bulge in his pants and starry eyes were any indication, he was still turned-on a fair bit from her arousing teasing from earlier and probably not entirely focused on a fight anyway even being on top.

Thryssa thrums some as Sugary repositions himself, rubbing back against him as he presses into her. She chuckles and kisses him as she lights her horn, the transformation effect sweeping over her a second time and leaving behind the black-coated mare guise she'd been using before. "Why yes, Mister Market," she says in a teasing tone of voice. "It would be ever so scandalous if you were seen laying on an attractive multicolored dragoness on the sand, snuggling and kissing with her, when you were previously seen playing tag with a dark and mysterious mare," she said. "Ponies might start to talk and become very envious of you." At his last question, her eyes twinkle a little. "Mmm... am I wrestling with you, or wrestling with your heart? What a funny question. Why can't I be wrestling with both?" She kisses him again with passion, using one arm to hold him and the other to push herself up to a sitting position with Sugary still straddling her. "Better question however, is how we can use our circumstances to invigorate ourselves and get some exercise." Her tone of voice was very innocent, so innocent that it was obviously a false innocence.

There were days where he was overly eager for simple acts of indulgence, and there were days where his wisdom was undeniably well beyond what his age would lead one to believe. Now, as he looked eye to eye with a companion, leader, and roommate who seemed to have the same eager spirit as him to play around in their free time, made him give out one of his most honest replies in some time as he kept straddling her a bit more before slipping his free arm under her shirt, lovingly caressing her belly and waist. "... We can exercise all we want back at our place; Away from curious eyes~" And yet it didn't seem to matter much to him either way where they were together, but when; For at that moment a few of the locals were passing by near them, but he made next to no effort to stop showing which mare he had eyes for as his sensual motions, though subtle, kept going, and his warm hand continued to stroke under her shirt.

Thryssa chuckles at him and leans up, kissing him under the chin and then continues sitting up, gently sliding Sugary off of her so he ends up with his tush planted on the sand. "I didn't quite mean that kind of exercise Mister Market," she says to him in a low, somewhat smoky and sensual voice. "I meant that we can do some hard work while the day is young and light, and then just enjoy ourselves when night falls again. Perhaps take another shower." She winks. "Maybe do something else." She reciprocates his gesture by slipping her hands down to rubs over his belly and run lightly along a side. "Maybe we sit here and just touch each other for a while, since it seems like one of those pointless but fun things to do when you have all the time in the world." She leans forward to run a cheek along his and then give light, pleasant little nips along the flesh of his throat, hands continuing to innocently explore his torso, admiring the firm muscled flesh they encounter.

Sugary was left briefly perplexed as Thryssa pushed him off lightly, yet told him they could do whatever over the day. She was a tough mare to read, but his mind and body were certain of one thing: She was worth savoring every moment with as he felt her hands and her lips upon him, so he continued quietly with her in turn, his hands and lips doing the same for her as she was with him. His tail flicked most joyfully, and his low neighs of approval shared his love of the moment for him.

And because they were indulging intimately, if just barely innocently enough for the time being, it made the onlookers quickly leave them be in a hurry than interrupt their lovely moment of bliss. In time, he'd kiss her on the lips, lovingly and longingly, before wrapping his arms under her shirt and around her lower back, pulling himself closer a bit again. "I just remembered... We have a bright blue sea right next to us... How about we spend some time swimming and then keep organizing the house later? A refreshing workout if there ever was one... You do know how to swim and not just dash at me like a predator, riiight~?"

"Swimming sounds great!" Thryssa beams. "Granted, the only two things I've swum in before now have been sand dunes and mirages, but how hard can it be?" Her eyes twinkle and tease him as she asks this, and she follows it up with a light kiss and a low happy neigh to match his own. "Maybe a certain handsome stallion could teach me a few things in the water. It will be good exercise, actually learning swimming in a systemic fashion, and would be a great thing to do together. Best of all, it'll make you feel as valued and valuable as you are, because you'll be the tutor and I'll be the student." She hugs him again as she shifts to a more kneeling position, and then she rises with him still hugged close to her, lifting him up as she goes enough for him to get his legs under himself before she lets him go with a nosing into the top of his mane. "So how do you want to start?"

As happy as Sugary was to go for a swim with Thryssa, or the idea that he could think of many fun things to do in the water, the fact she propelled herself through water earlier at all sounded heavily reliant on magic than actual motor skills. He held close as she lovingly pulled him up, but kept a soft smile along with a lightly stern gaze. "First, I feel pool practice would be better, but... Let's head to the water's edge first..."

And so he guided her calmly to where the foam formed and splashed at their hooves, cooling them once more, but that would soon change as he concentrated in the water ahead of them. It took a moment or the swirling blue energy around him to fully manifest, but then he released the spell, and a fairly modest but long area of water became very still, and calm; Waves and waterflow trying to interfere with his small field would be blocked away by barriers above water and kinetic dampeners below water. "Now, take my hands, and walk with me carefully." He would then guide her into the water, up till his shoulders were nearly submerged and he could barely walk properly, and she could still stand. "Okay... Thryssa? I'm gonna pull you, and you just push against the water with your legs, alright? Reel them in, and gently kick out... Always make sure you're pushing down against the water as much as you're trying to 'jump' forward... And you're not allowed to use magic to help with that by the way." Maybe not the best lesson for a rookie, but a heartfelt one as he kept holding her hands firmly, moving backwards from one side of the improvised salty 'pool' to the other slowly, and get her used to propelling with just her legs. Besides, he had no clue how good she could swim with sand as her criteria.

Thryssa watches with slightly wide eyes as Sugary calms the water with barriers and kinetic dampeners. She looks at him as he starts to guide her gently into the water. "I tend to forget that you are actually very magically strong, Mister Market," she remarks to him as she gets in to her knees. "You aren't very much of a showpony about your true power." She begins to look uncertain as she's guided down to her waist, and then shoulders, and then so it's lapping at the underside of her chin. "O... okay..." she says with very genuine timidity and nervousness. He sees that as he gives her instructions to let him pull her off of her last safe haven, the deepest water where she still can touch the bottom with her hooves, she has to close her eyes and do a little breathing, centering herself and locking the nervousness away so it can't cloud her thinking. Despite being practiced at it, she's only partly successful as she tentatively does as he says, reeling her legs in and pushing out again in motions that are a little too sharp, more like the movements of panic than the controlled swimming of someone who knows how. It's clear that when she said she couldn't swim, she was being completely honest, and her grip on his hands becomes tighter. But as he commanded her, her horn remains unlit.

"I didn't survive this long just punching boulders, that's for sure..." He smiled back to her as she complimented his magic, but was far more focused on her well being now as he used his own magic to make it easy for him to move in the water he was keeping as calm as possible so as to pull her with his own arms and legs easily.

Even then he could feel and see her struggle, so he gently gripped harder on her hands and looked to her dead on at her eyes. "Keep at it, I gotchu. Let your legs and body feel that push you're giving, and soon you just might start to feel which movements helps you propel better... Remember, you're not just thrusting your legs, you're making an arc with your hooves. Like... Wings underwater." He smiled and winked. "You should know what moving wings feels like, right...?" He had time, and would take as long as needed for her to find her comfort zone.

Thryssa stops struggling for a moment and gives Sugary a look of total deadpan. "Sugary, dear, you do remember what my wings are like, right? Four wings, completely rigid, I fly by buzzing them quickly, ringing any bells?" She manages to grin at him before it's as if her body abruptly reminds her that she's in an unfamiliar element and not entirely sure how to navigate in it, and the grin falters and dies. "I don't think I can buzz my legs and arms." But she tries valiantly to do as he instructs and starts to move her legs back and forth in a crude scissor kick, relaxing marginally as it seems to help her stay more stable in the water than her previous movements did. She takes another deep and stabilizing breath and releases it, the panic grip on his hands lessening marginally. She next tries to make an arching motion with her hooves, sinks a little, tightens her grip again, then resumes the steady rhythm of her scissor kick.

Slowly, but surely, a grin came upon his face even as she confronted him about his idea on how to use her legs, because he knew there was some progress being made. "Ever noticed that when you and your kin fly, your back muscles make adjustments, much like how a rower adjusts their paddling...?" To an extent he wondered if he was just admitting how much he saw her and her kind back at Scarabi, admiring their elegant forms in flight, perhaps a bit too much at times, but even he had his hobbies. "You're doing better though. Honest. Almost got a different swimming style going there too... And don't fear sinking here, you're taller than I am, you silly mare." He humored her a little with a cocked brow, lightly gripping harder for a moment to make a point that, even then, he still had her all this time.

"... Here... Look at these, and try to imitate at least one" Steadily, an alteration of light from his horn, and magic lines formed in front of her, taking the form of a couple unisex equines; One of them moved their legs like a frog would, showing off the broader arc movement in the legs he spoke of, and the other showed a much more refined and steady swimming flutter kicks as opposed to her crude scissor kicks.

"I'm sure that Tetti noticed something like that because she's weird and notices weird things that she can later research and bore me with. I just care that my wings work well; why they work well doesn't matter as much to me." She seems to feel steady enough in the water to lean over and kiss him on the tip of the horn before she turns her attention to the illustrative stick figures he's using to explain concepts to her. "Ooooh," she says afterwards. "So, swim like a frog does. Yes, I've seen frogs swimming and yes, I've actually paid attention to them closely enough to know how it works, or at least how it appears to work." She stops her crude scissor kick and then changes the orientation of her body, leaning forward a little and slipping her hands out of Sugary's. She then puts her hands forward, back of hands together and palms out, then sweeps her arms out to a side at the same time she kicks. The motions are uncoordinated and she doesn't get as much mileage out of it as someone who knew what they were doing would, but she clearly goes forward and makes a small excited sound of accomplishment. "So is that what you had in mind, Sugary?"

Sugary couldn't help but scrunch his muzzle trying to keep from laughing a bit, and even more so when Thryssa kissed his horn despite her apparent protest. But he beamed with joy when she actually let go of him and began to swim proper. "Very much so! Well done, you're a quick learner at this..." He dispelled the little figures away and continued to focus on her and their private area of still waters, keeping close ahead of her, arms stretched out in case she began to feel off for some reason. "Though I doubt you're ready to swim with the waves and water rolling, or are you? I can drop the barriers at any time you wish, my little guppy, but I think I'd rather see you enjoy your swim more."

Thryssa sinks a moment, stopping her movements out of surprise or affront. "Guppy?" She manages to repeat when she surfaces again. "I am..." she sinks "...not a..." sinks again "...little fish!" She stops and floats face-down for a moment before she brings her legs up so she's floating belly-down and resting very nearly atop the water. She then uses slow, careful paddling with an arm to rotate herself around in place before she raises her head and looks squarely at him unamused. "If anything, I'm a big fish. Or a big bug... pony." She then lets herself sink again so that all her limbs are once again underwater and she makes another attempt at the breaststroke, succeeding a little more this time. "I have no intention..." sinks, surfaces "...of going out in the waves..." sinks, surfaces "...until I feel able to... compensate for tides... and currents... and other marine and water... phenomenon... that could drag me out to sea or submerse me... and force me to be saved from drowning... by my adorable... strong... pipsqueak of a unicorn executive officer." She finally gets completely upright, unevenly kicking below the water to keep her head above it, looking quite soaked and bedraggled. "It would be highly undignified."

His heart fluttered lightly at her adorable berating and chastising, but also because in her little tantrum she was so focused on him that sinking into the water herself time and again didn't even phase her. He looked to her swimming above with a sly grin however. "... So you don't want me to hold you close as we were in the shower this morning? Keep you all wrapped up and safe should turbulent waters come for you?" He certainly could tell she was never more relaxed than when they hugged. "Very well, continue practicing as you have. You've seemingly done well enough that I can't see a reason for me to hold you up so you can practice your movements here proper... Unless the big fish has something her pipsqueak can do for her now?" His arms extended a little towards her, strong, firm, loving and willing to please if she changed her mind.

Thryssa smirks a little, mischief in her eyes, before she paddles over awkwardly and proceeds to cling firmly to Sugary, wrapping her arms and legs around him in a very thorough fully-body glomp. She leans in and kisses him on the tip of the horn and relaxes entirely, using small movements of her feet to push a bit in the water and keep him balanced. At least, until she grins and dunks his head under the water before letting go. "You're right, Mister Market," she says to him. "That was very relaxing indeed." And she goes back to lightly paddling and practicing her breaststroke, improving visibly as she works at it and seeming increasingly comfortable with being in the water and moving around in it, at least while up on the surface with her head above water.

Sugary wasn't quite sure what Thryssa meant to do as she came closer, and then felt a bit flushed as he suddenly found himself holding her as she clung to him almost more intimately than when they showered, but then he was even more flushed as he indignantly was forced underwater in her sneaky attempt, bubbles coming up as he yelled 'meanie' under water.

When he came back up, he snorted and spat out a bit of water before raising his arms over him menacingly. "Oh, I'm gonna get you for that... Later..." He put his arms down, smiling, but still giving her a sharp gaze. Whatever he was planning, would wait; He did not have the sense to just mess with her while practicing swimming... Much... Except when he softly moved around her one time to caress a leg with his fingers down the length of her calve, lovingly, before softly caressing just behind her hoof on the soft spot under her leg. And then... he did nothing else but swim innocently and hum.

Thryssa flushes just a little when Sugary reaches down and sneakily caresses down a leg, and she swats him harmlessly with her tail. "Bad minion," she giggles before turning and floating on her back, spreading her legs and arms to either side to maximize surface area and make it easy to float. "I can't believe I didn't try out this 'vacation' business before now," she says idly, smiling. "It's kind of fun, especially when I bring my very own Sugary sweet stallion along to play with." She rotates around so she can tilt her head back into the water and look at Sugary upside-down. "What about you, Mister Market, are you enjoying yourself as well? I'm sure it's not quite as fun when you're chaperoning your boss around and teaching her to swim and the like. Still, you're a good sport about it and you do that really adorable blushy thing when I do a full-body cling to you." She looks thoughtful. "I should remember to do that often, come to think of it."

Indeed, he was still a bit flushed even now, but that was while listening to her as he thought about their time spent together so far. When she turned to see him, his smile was as serene and terribly innocent as could be when he leaned down to very gently, and very tenderly, kiss her between her forehead and horn while softly caressing her mane and temples with his fingers. "So you prefer when I don't cling to you like that time at Leaf's, but when you cling to me it's fine... Gotcha." He still very much remembered how they had lain upon a very soft fuzzy carpet when both were drunk in their own high and joy of each other. "And I am enjoying myself very much as your vacation subordinate. Training and work will always have merit, but what good is it if we don't stop to smell the roses and just take in the world we work within, eh?"

"Too true." She once again rotates so she's now feet-down in the water, using controlled kicks to remain buoyant with her head above water. "I feel like I should try to do something outrageous and risky, Mister Market. It could well cause a panic, with ample screaming, flailing, proclamations of doom and danger, and all other kinds of chaos. In other words, the very best in personal entertainment." She paddles closer to him and pushes lightly against him, urging him backwards until her feet can touch the bottom, and then she lifts him up by his waist and walks nonchalantly out of the water with the shorter unicorn clutched in her grasp and up in the air with her muzzle being at the approximate level of his naval. She grins up at him and rubs her nose against his belly before lowering him back to the sand. "Of course, I'm not sure that the ponies who'd see me in full changeling regalia would put together that it's not an illusion, or notice that my chitin isn't a coat. It would be disappointing if I rolled the dice like that and didn't even cause a stir."