“Get over here and hug me, you overgrown Pikachu,” Falafa said as she pulled on Amphors’ leash to draw him closer, giving the front of his diaper a dainty peck of a kiss.

He turned it into a full-on smooch by softly tugging her leash in return, diaper crinkling as she embraced it with her arms and lips in equal measure. “Hmm, I thought you wanted me to hug you, not the other way around.” The Ampharos leaned down to pick her up after a few seconds, adding, “Not that I'm complaining~”

The Flaaffy giggled in response. “I got what I wanted and, perfect mate that I am, I predicted what you wanted too. Speaking of what you wanted, shall we take this to the bed~?” She drew a hoof along the luxuriously soft wool that lined the top of his dress—her wool, to be exact, which had also been dyed and added to the hem during one of her ‘refinement’ sessions. So long as she had access to her previous work, Falafa would revisit it from time to time, making minor additions or improvements. The Ampharos’ collar had already received such treatment to be more comfortable to wear, and his ear now sported a bow to mirror his mate’s. He suspected that, after many seasons and shearing sessions, there would eventually be so many layers of petticoats and frills that movement would be almost impossible.

Amphors wished that moment then could be now. In the meantime, though, he settled for carrying her to the bed and jumping onto it, landing on his back. Falafa laughed as she bounced from the recoil, mane of wool wisping through the air like a cloud, before landing diaper-to-diaper with a puff of powder. Amphors clapped and said, “Wonderful form, as always!”

She made a mock bow to her adoring audience before flopping gracefully onto his pink padding. “Flaaffery will get you everywhere~” she quipped as Amphors let out a groan.

“Careful, you might make me faint with puns that painful,” he warned, yet unable to hide the hint of admiration in his voice.

Falafa bit her lip. “Mmm, I’d hate to do that, since I plan on making you faint in a more physical way tonight...” She traced his leash with one hoof while the other moved down to hold his free hand. Amphors gulped, anticipation and giddiness welling up in his body, a wavy smile appearing as she leaned closed and whispered to him.

“Let’s make some static.” He gripped her leash, as if to hold onto the moment forever.

Brushing her mane frizzes out for an hour the next day was a small price to pay.