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- >You are Anon, hidden under deep maroon blankets, and proud sweetheart of the sweetest mare in Ponyville
- >Reality draws you from your dreamless sleep, but not completely
- >The world consists of the dull red light and the soft blankets covering your face
- >Slowly, you find yourself noticing the smooth sheets covering the lower half of your body, and the fluffier blankets holding the places where the former had been pushed off
- >One feeling stood out above them all: a soft, downy sensation on your left leg
- >The texture belongs with the warm embrace of your coverings, yet you know it isn’t any of those you know
- >Not yet ready for the higher thought patterns, your mind drifts away from the question of its source
- >A yawn builds up, deep in your chest, the air stretching each muscle as it makes it way out
- >The low moan steadily escapes your mouth, your body automatically stretching as you leisurely shake off your sleep
- >Through these motions, you find your leg rubbing along the mysterious texture from before
- >The texture of fur caresses your leg, and you feel the firm flesh behind it
- >Meanwhile, your knee connects to a hard, rounded surface that you recognize as a hoof
- >Memory returns to you, and you recognize the firm leg of your bedmate
- >Your heartbeat races as you find your body moving of its own accord
- >Ahead of any conscious thought, legs are intertwining with those of your mate, hands and arms are reaching, searching for her body, and a smile works its way around your mouth
- >Another low rumble escapes your throat as your hands find their prize, the fluffy stomach of the sweetest mare
- >You find yourself still in the role of observer as you encircle her precious body and lock your legs around hers
- >your head curls downward, and nuzzles the flowing mane that comes to meet it
- >A contented sigh emerges, your body now in the position it was always meant to be, wrapped around the mare of your dreams
- >Its met by the soft yawn of your lover, apparently awoken by your constriction of her
- >Your sight is still restricted, but you can feel her response as she presses herself back into, perfectly fitting into your position
- >Like a puzzle piece, fitting perfectly into a puzzle missing only it
- >She leans upward, opening her neck up, thus creating the perfect nook to lean your head into
- >You enter that space, and place a gentle, lazy kiss on her cheek
- >Previously facing away from you, she turns around to face you, untangling legs in the process
- >Such opens up a cold space between you, but the creator has no intention of letting it stay
- >her snout brushes against the side of your face
- >Still speaking only the most basic of languages, she lets loose an almost inaudible sigh as she sinks into the open cavity between you
- >Her hooves slide past you, one under and one over your body, both wrapping around your midsection
- >Your legs once more tangle, and your arms wrap around her once more, completing the embrace
- >Your mare sinks into your chest, her fur tickling you ever so slightly
- >Not that you mind
- >It is here, wrapped in each other’s embrace, that the two of you stay for what could be minutes or hours
- >But the dawn calls, and you slowly reach up to pull the covers away
- >Her hoof follows your arm as it rises through the sheets, either in protest or in the synchronization your bodies have achieved
- >Your hand crawls out of the cocoon holding you and your love, and wraps around the slightly chilly, courser lining of the blanket
- >You pull down on the blankets, with an eruption of frizzy, uncombed hair meeting you as it passes by your lover
- >You feel her limbs stiffen in shock as her comfy home is torn down
- >Oh boy
- >”EEEK!pullituppullitup!” a shrill morning voice demands, devoid of its usual poise
- >All four of her limbs constrict you, squeezing you tightly as she tries to steal all of your heat
- >Your chuckle is cut off by the sudden lack of air that results from her attempted theft
- >The solution found is a compromise: your hands flail for the sheet, eager to escape both the sudden chill and the chokehold upon your ribcage
- >Upon finding it, you wrap all but you and your lover’s heads in the thin, silky material
- >She rejects your move, sinking her head beneath the sheet and attempting to tuck it between your body and the mattress itself
- >For a being covered in fur, she sure is sensitive to the cold
- >You smile at her insistence, and take a look at the sun-bathed room
- >It’s been a few hours since the sun had risen, but neither of you had anywhere to be today
- >The golden glow coming from the window made the entire room shine
- >Your eyes needed a minute to get used to it, but after a solid blinking session, you were able to make out your home
- >The coffee-brown desk that she would work at, and the matching cabinet where both of your clothes were stored
- >It was mostly filled with her clothes; even though she went naked most of the time, she still had more than you did
- >There was the two bedside tables, both with lamps and your respective books, as well as a painting of a brightly colored forest hanging above your bed
- >It was home
- >Another yawn swells within you, and your muscles flex and stretch and you let it out like a roar
- >Your torso now fully above the sheets, you notice the chill once more, and reach for the discarded shirt at the bedside
- >As you pull it down over yourself, you notice the bright eyes of your bedmate peaking out from under the covers
- “Why hello there, Ms.
- “Care to join me?”
- >A furious shaking of the head responds
- “Even if I told you I was lonely out here in this cold world?”
- >A smile forms, with a furious shaking added to it’
- “Guess that means breakfast in bed for you then?”
- >In her excitement, she almost sits up, upsetting the sheet and causing it to fall off her
- >Her beaming expression turns to mock terror and she dives under the covers once more
- >Safe in her blanket cocoon, she nods her head
- >And that settles that: you’re off to make breakfast
- >You slide your legs out from under the covers, the chilly morning air greeting them
- >Impelled to escape the frigid tundra, you race to your pants
- >Unfortunately, they’d been thrown across the room in last night’s excitement
- >Bending over to reach them, you don’t notice your bedmate’s head lifting itself from the covers
- >A small smile crosses her face as she stares at your hind-quarters
- >The small commotion of her diving back under, to avoid getting caught, does get noticed, and you wonder what was happening under those sheets
- >You pull your pants up slowly as you watch the bed, where her head slowly lifts itself out
- >Upon seeing you staring with a confused look, she lets out an “eep!” and dives back in
- >You may not know what happened, but you do know cute when you see it
- >You pull out some clean socks and your comfiest slippers, and put them on
- >Still feeling cold, you pull your only sweater out of your cabinet and slip it on
- >It’s one of the ugliest Christmas sweaters you’ve ever seen, but damn if it isn’t warm
- >Before leaving, you stroll over to the side of your bed, and sit down besides the shape of your lover in the blankets
- “Hey.”
- >You pull the blankets down just a smidge, and see your tired little princess looking back at you
- “I love you.”
- >You lean down and kiss her forehead
- >She tries and fails to suppress her squee
- >You stand back up, smiling, and go to the door
- >As you’re leaving, your hear her soft voice whisper
- >”I love you too.”
- >Through the hall, down the stairs and past the living room, the kitchen
- >You take out a plate and nonstick spray
- >You take a look at the fridge, and find the butter, milk and a single egg
- >In the pantry, the flour
- >The pan gets fired up, and a bowl is placed on the counter
- >One part flour, two parts milk, and one egg across the board
- >You mix them in, then have a thought
- >You search and search through the cupboards, shoving aside the dozens of spices you’ve never heard of or used
- >And there it is
- >You add a couple drops of vanilla extract into the mix, and begin pouring small portions into the pan
- >You then rush it over to the sink and scrape it out with a spatula, then wash it thoroughly
- >Afterwards, you dry it off and spray it with the nonstick solution, like you should have done at the start
- >The pan goes back on the burner, and another small portion gets poured into it
- >This one’s probably going to take a minute, since the pan needs to heat up again
- >Leaning back on the counter, you look out towards the window; the pancakes won’t need your attention for a minute or two
- >The fields of grass beyond you are bathed in Celestia’s sun, the yellow light lending their brightness to the hills
- >You try to make out two moving shapes in the distance, but you can’t
- >The sun hasn’t risen too far, and still retains that pinkness of the sun’s rise
- >You lean back further, contentedly gazing at the beautiful sight you’ve been graced with
- >A sizzle makes your attention snap to the pancakes
- >No time to contentedly gaze now, you tell yourself, grabbing the spatula and flipping the pancake into the air and onto a nearby plate
- >The pancakes come quicker with the now-heated pan, and you empty the whole mixture in several minutes
- >You take out two more plates and fill them with a handful of pancakes each
- >The butter is carved into you squares and placed to the right of the pancakes, with a sweet apple cut up into slices on the side
- >Some people would say apple slices are for foals; you would say screw you apple slices are rad as hell
- >It’s not quite complete, however…
- >You realize what’s missing, and get out two very small bowls, filling them with zap-apple jam
- >There
- >Perfect
- >You balance the heavy plates carefully as you slowly move up the stairs
- >Successfully, you move down the hall and press down on the handle with your butt, the n pushing it forward
- >You find your mare sitting up in bed, reading the latest edition of Pony-Indiana-Jones
- >Her nose is pressed into the book, her eyes glued to the page
- >She only notices you when you’re placing the meal on her bedside with your right hand
- >She gasps in delight, and instantly moves towards you, holding you in a hug that rocks back and forth
- >Unfortunately, you still had your plate in your hand, and it teeters precariously in the sudden force rocking you
- “Um, sweetie? I’m gonna lose the other plate here.”
- >”hmm?” she replies, not loosening her grip
- >A few of your apple slices make their escape, and clatter on the floor
- >You stops the rocking and looks at the source, then sees the other plates slipping out of your hand
- >She leaps back, blushing slightly
- >”o-oops.” She stammers
- >You smile gently back, and pet her head with your free hand
- >Then, making your way to the other side of the bed, you set the plate down and climb under the covers
- >The cozy blankets, kept warm by your lover, welcome you back
- >You tuck your legs in and lean up against the board, while your sweetheart does the same
- >She reaches over and hugs you, now holding no tippable objects
- >”Thank you”
- >And before you can respond, she moves up and plants a soft kiss on your cheek
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