Spite

>Be Anon
>Cutie Mark specialized ponies dominate workforce
>Not much innovation because largely utopian society means broad stagnation
>Virtually no new businesses
>Be continuously unemployed NEET in equestria

>One day new "friendship school" opens
>You decide to apply because job
>You are interviewed by the headmaster of the school
>The headmaster is one of the princesses
>She isn't thrilled by your lack of proper friendship experience, but there isn't much competition
>Become friendship school janitor
>Turns out there aren't oodles of janitor ponies to steal your job
>You meet somewhat regularly with the other staff in the staffroom during breaks and whatnot
>Headmaster is also there
>Over time you develop feelings for purple horse as you get to know her better
>You admired her dedication to helping others
>Doesn't hurt that she's the fucking cutest thing this side of the mississippi
>Apparently she saw something in you too
>After getting over the hesitation of getting into a workplace romance, you get together

>A couple years later
>You're married to purple wing-dings
>Now, you eat lunch with her in her office
>Her friends, your coworkers, all think you just fuck in there
>Sometimes you do
>But mostly, you just like the private company of eachother
>One such time, you're cuddling her in her office chair behind her desk
>Her blinded windows overlook the eating area and playground outside
>Together you watch as the children joyfully talk, eat, and play
>She sits in your lap, leaning back as she rests her head on the front of your shoulder
>Your arms envelop her body, holding her in place and helping you to share eachother's warmth and enjoy your mutually alien fur/skin
>Twilight sighs
>"Aren't they so adorable Anon?"
"mmhmm"
>She does this quite often
>"I'd love some little people running around the castle."
>You know she wants kids
>You have to admit the idea of starting a family with Twiggle Spriggle to not be that unappealing

>Too bad being different species made that a bit difficult
>She sniffles
>You hold her a little bit tighter as you rub you cheek against the top of her head
"You'll figure something out."
>She picks her head up and looks up at you
>A tear rolls down her cheek and her eyes are red
>It agonizes you to see
>"Maybe, but after how long? How old will you be? Will you even still be able to give me a foal?"
>She looks down and her voice croaks
>"Will you even still be alive?"
>You didn't have a good answer to that
>You put a hand under her chin, gently tilt her chin up so that she faces you, and tenderly kiss her on the lips for several seconds
>You didn't want to make a promise you couldn't control the outcome of
>Pulling out of the kiss, Twilight sighs and turns her body so that she can comfortable rest her head sideways on your chest, and she wraps her arms around you, hugging you like an oversized teddy bear.
>"It just isn't fair."
"Hey, I've got a lot of years in me yet. You never know when you'll get your breakthrough."
>She remains silent.
"And don't you dare think I'll love you any less for not being able to have my kids."
"You're my everything Twilight, and nothing is ever going to change that."

>You remain in that position for the remainder of the lunch period
>Eventually the bell rings, and the children outside all scramble to get back inside
>Twilight doesn't seem to notice
>You carry her to the door, where you pull her off of you and set her on the floor
>She just stands there looking at the floor, ears back and wings sagging.
"Time to go back to work"
>She nods
>You desperately wish to stay here with her and comfort her, but you both have a job to do and that would be irresponsible
>She knows this too, measured and intelligent pony as she is
"I love you Twilight."