Need to start writing more descriptions but dialogue is too much fun for me to care most the time.
the hopefully picture gives enough context to the green (nsfw)
>"Dude, you've been back there a while now, are you doing, ok?"
"I'm doing just fine. Just admiring what I can."
>"Taking in the scenery huh? didn't take you for the artsy type, dude."
"Scenery? Guess you can call it that."
>"What would you call it?"
"Well, in my equally fancy terms I'd refer to it as your gluteus maximus."
>"My what?"
"Put simply. Your toned, well defined pony ass."
>"Oh, I guess that makes sense. WAIT! MY WHAT?"
"I can say it slower if that'll help you understand. I... am... staring... at... your... perfect... muscled... ass..."
>"Listen here wise guy! I got the picture, and I don't like what it's showing. So, you better take it down and burn it before the whole town sees it! You creepy, pathetic, unreasonably chiseled pervert!"
<They continue jogging/flying in silence for a solid minute>
"Did I make you uncomfortable?"
>"Yes!"
"Am I annoying you?"
>"Yes!"
"Do I turn you on?"
>"Yes! Wait..."
"You're the one who said it."
>"Do you still want a training partner or not?"
"Of course I do."
>"Then stop treating this like a date!"
"You got to admit its pretty close to one, given you asked me to train with you in private and all."
>the mare had given up at this point and continued the race letting the weird green guy continue his sightseeing much to her discomfort. She stopped a short distance before reaching his home and their end goal.
>"Fine! You win! It was my plan to hang out with you and maybe it could've gone that way if you weren't such a creep about it. So how about we finish this off with something interesting. If you can beat the fastest Pegasus alive in a race, then I'll give you one more chance. If I win well, I get to crash at your place, and you can sleep on the couch. Last one back to ponyvile is a sweat stained bedsheet!
"Hey, wait! I don't have wings this isn't fair at all!"
>"See you at the finish line, hot stuff!"