Who's a Pretty Pony? C3

Happy Valentine's Day, you wonderful bunch.

>you are warm, and sleepy
>it’s morning, and a lazy one at that
>the bed you’re on is small but soft, and you feel like you’re floating
>the covers are rather messily thrown about, but the temperature is perfect even in the fresh spring air because you’re sharing this bed
>you haven’t opened your eyes yet, barely awake, drifting in quiet, warm nothingness
>you’re lying on your side, face half buried in the soft, purple mane
>the delicate aroma, like the faintest sweet lavender soothes your every breath
>you open an eye, like a probe sent out to check the unknown
>you were not ready for the sight
>Twilight’s relaxed, sleeping face just a few inches from yours, silently breathing in and out
>her mane curled under her jaw and over her face, circling around to yours
>she has both front hooves up, one on your upper chest, the other against your neck
>bodies softly pressed against each other, you notice your arm is comfortably snaked over her side, going up her back
>your right arm is asleep, but then again, so is most of you
>her closed eyelids move ever so slightly
>you wonder what she’s dreaming about
>you would most likely end up doodling this image at some point
>her mouth was open ever so slightly, the moist, inviting lips 
>there was a light flush across her cheeks, her soft, smooth coat kept her warm to the touch even if you had stolen a bit of the covers
>the boundless adorable of Twilight’s messy, sleeping state tightens your chest, pulling you from this dream-like feeling
>you have indeed overslept
>by your standards, this was sleeping in more than you had previously thought possible
>to Twilight, this was an early morning
>both eyes open now, the morning light is slowly filling the room
>it shines through the wisps of her mane, illuminating every strand 
>your smile grows wider as you slowly scoot closer against your little mare
>you kiss her nose ever so lightly
>still asleep, her head shakes side to side as her nose scrunches and twitches, lips quivering
>Twilight would be the death of you if she kept this up
>you can’t take much more of this
>before your eyes can roll back into your skull, you just bring her in, hugging her closely with your working left arm
>you just feel her nuzzle into your neck
>the warm, silken-furred snout scooting against your skin…
>critical hit
>Huston, we have lost contact
>you should have been a poet
>thought processes crash hard
>you go limp
>your eyes roll back, you feel a sigh escaping your lungs
>you were doomed
>Twilight was capable of disabling you completely even while unconscious
>there was no way you would live to see your next birthday
>you feel her stirring
“Anon…” she mumbles
>you were gone
>there was nobody home
>Twilight stirs some more, bringing her head up, her warm, light purple snout against your cheek
>a moment passes, her eyes slowly fluttering open
>the big, beautiful eyes, unfocused, blink a few times
>she brings her head back a little
“Anon?” she asks
>you’ve reached Anon.  He’s not here right now so please leave a message after the beep
>as your eyes are rolled back, you miss the sight of her violet irises, breathtaking in shimmering hues of mauve and lavender dilate in a flash
>Twilight stiffens and rears back, eyes darting across your face
“Anon?  Anon?  Are you okay?  Breathe!” she suddenly cries
>you snapped out of it when she started shaking you
“Anon, just say something!”
>you blink and breathe in, coming down from your high
“Morning, Twilight…” you mumble, broad, goofy smile on your face
>you keep your eyes closed, for fear of getting K.O.’d by her cute again
“What happened, you really scared me!  You were limp and you weren’t breathing…”
>you risk a peek and retain control of your motor functions
>you run a hand from her forehead to the back of her neck, softly petting her mane down a little
>Twilight’s bed hair was impressive this morning, stray locks running over her ears
>a bang now extended over her left eye
“I’m fine, Twy.  Honest” you say, repeating the motion, calming the tangled mass
>even when her mane was like this, it was still soft and healthy
>running your fingers through it and petting her was wonderful, brushed mane or not
>her face softens a little
“Hey, it was your fault” you playfully and adoringly chide
“What did I do?” she asks, looking targeted
“You were being cute, you know, the usual” you reply, your faces close once more
>Twilight’s snout dips down as she blushes, the deep red flushing across her cheeks
>you love how her ears flick down and out; you take this opportunity to scratch behind them, playing with her coat
>she had relaxed when you had started petting her, but now she was back to a fuzzy puddle of a p0ny
“Gee, just look at the time” you whisper
>one eye half open, she nods, asking you to continue
>your right arm is starting to wake up
>you will need it
>sitting up a little, you continue scratching behind her ear as she leans in to increase the pressure
“Mmmhhh” she moans
>that was quite coherent; meaning your work was not done
>your other arm gets started on her neck, scratching gently as Twilight tilts her head back
“You asked for this” you jokingly menace
>she purrs, little squeaks escaping her when you find the exact spot under her chin
>mercilessly, you continue scratching and petting, moving down for a belly rub
>you’ve been going at it for a few minutes and your filly is on her back, chin up, limbs spread out
>her back leg twitches in spasms
>blushing with pleasure, she seems to mumble incoherently as you scratch and rub her stomach
>you finish by petting her, gently running your hands over her mane, rolling her on her side and petting down her back
“Anooon…  That was wonderful…  I feel like I’m not going to move ever again…” she purrs, looking half asleep and buzzed
>you lay back down against her
>this was a lazy start and you were perfectly okay with that
>it’s not like there was anything important planned for today
>was there?
>a cold, empty sinking feeling plummets from the top of your chest to the very bottom of your stomach
>your eyes were wide open and looking right at the calendar for yesterday
>you swallowed nervously
>today was your first Hearts and Hooves day with Twilight
>and you had nothing
>you suddenly felt a cold dread, your heart stopping in your chest
>this was bad
>this was very bad
>Hearts and Hooves day was like Valentine’s Day
>and you two were a couple now
>you’d heard about this celebration a few times this month, but Twilight had never really mentioned it
>more than that, she had been so wonderful to you that you ended up forgetting about holidays or special events when you were together
>it was like the world melted away
>but today was Hearts and Hooves day
>you had nothing to show for it
>and it terrified you
>you gently pet her once more as you slowly get up
>the way you would get up if you woke up next to a sleeping tiger
>you throw on some clothes
>pulling the covers over her once more and playing with her ear with delicate care, you coo
“You can go back to sleep, it’s okay…”
>in her relaxed state, she can only smile and mumble something like “mmflghelg”
>within moments, Twilight’s ever so quiet, purr-like snores confirm that you may yet have some time
>you tiptoe across the room and quietly shut the door behind you
“Shiiit shit shit shitshitshitshit…” you whisper, your back against the door
>what were you going to do
>you didn’t want to look rushed or cliché
>it needed to be original, you are sure that Twilight has read more than one romance novel
>you want it to be perfect; a Hearts and Hooves day that would make her happy
>but what?
>it was much too late for anything like a nice restaurant
>they would obviously be booked for today
>you walked over to the kitchen
>Spike was busying himself with the morning chores, humming happily
>he was getting things done early to go see Rarity
>the sly dog
“Spike, bro, do you have a minute?” you ask
“Oh hi Anon, how’s it going?” he replies
“Pretty good.  If you don’t mind my asking, what are you going to do for Rarity today?”
>the little dragon proudly puffs his chest out
“Well, I’m going to give her a card I made myself, and see if she wants to be my special somep0ny for Hearts and Hooves day, of course” 
>a fairly standard approach, nothing wrong with the classics
“I’m sure she’ll agree, buddy.  Go get ‘er” you grin, high-fiving him
>you started thinking 
>chocolates and little gifts felt a little cheap to you, in an emotional way
>Twilight and you weren’t really materialistic, so even a nice gift was worth less than a thoughtful action in a way
“Oh, Spike!” you call as he was about to leave
>he turns
“Would you mind sending out a letter?  If it’s not going to get in the way of your plans or anything…”
“No problem, I’m a little too early anyway.” He replies
>you sat down and got to work
>when all was done, you got up and stretched, seeing the dragon off
>now, barring some disaster, you think you can make this a memorable day
>you take a few deep breaths
>you shouldn’t have done this so last minute…
>you got started on breakfast as Twilight came out of her room
>she had brushed her mane and coat, her tail was glossy and swaying as she cantered over
>it was like she was more beautiful day after day
“Hey, you…” she says, leaning her head on your thigh
>you caress her neck
“I was just getting started with breakfast, did you have any special requests for the chef?” you ask
>she looks pensive for a few moments
“What if my special request is the chef” she replies, coy grin across her face
>you smirk
“I’ll have to check if I have the proper ingredients” you say, opening cupboards with one hand and fishing through the spice rack with the other
>she giggles and pushes you against the counter, hooves on your stomach
[spoiler]Clop in a romance story?  IMPOSSIBURU!  You’re more likely to clop in an AiE about a chainsaw wielding maniac in Equestr- oh wait...  Huehuahuehua[/spoiler]
>breakfast this morning was more of a brunch when you finally sat down with Twilight for a fresh fruit salad and waffles
>whipped cream on waffles?
>damn straight
>you both sat in each other’s arms, content, when you sprung to attention
“Ohhh snap” you said
>Twilight perks up
“What’s up?” she asks
“We…  We kinda have a train to catch” you say
“What now?”
“We won’t miss it if we leave now” you explain, getting up
“Where are we going?” she asks
>her excited smile warms your chest
“That, I can’t tell you.  It’s a surprise”
>she starts pushing you towards the door
“What are we waiting for then, let’s go!’ says Twilight, glowing with glee
>you chuckle and start moving, walking side by side
>she would always walk close enough to let you lay a hand on the back of her neck
>you had her close her eyes until you were both aboard the train
>once you shut the window blind, you let her look around
“You really don’t want me to know where we’re going” she says
“What would be the fun in that?” 
>the train ride was going to take a while
>not a bad thing
>you’re a little sad that you won’t get to look outside too much during the ride, but Twilight’s prettier than the scenery anyway
>one thing you’re glad has stayed the same with her is the friendly conversation
>or the memorable stories she has from before you arrived in Equestria
“So Pinkie runs around, yelling “BATS IN MY MANE, BATS IN MY MAAANE” she finishes, laughing
>you are tearing up
“Ahahah, oh wow…  I really want to hang out more often with your friends.  Believe me, that’s something I haven’t said before to girlfriends” you say, cheeky smile on your face
>Twilight blushes to the tips of her ears, eyes on you
“I’m glad you like them, they like you too…  That’s the first time I’ve said that to a boyfriend” she replies
>you wrap your arm over her shoulders and hold her close
>the comfortable silence drifts away as conversations of every type flow in
>before you know it, the train has ceased moving
“We’re he~re” you say
“I can’t wait to see…  Oh Anon, this is so wonderful” 
“Not just yet, you’ll have to close your eyes again”
>she pouts half seriously
“Come on, it’ll be worth it” your reassure
>taking her usual place at your right side, you guide her with your hand on the back of her neck
“No peeking now” you say as you get close to your destination
>you hold the door open and let her walk inside
>you see her moving her head a little as she sniffs the air
“Wait…  I know this smell…  It’s…  It’s the smell of…”
“Books” you say, finishing her sentence
>she opens her eyes
“Equestria’s Central Library!?” she gasps
>the purple unicorn jumps in your arms and whispers
“Oh my gosh I’ve always wanted to come here”
>you hug her, holding her up
“Guess what” you whisper back
“What?”
“It’s ours for the day”
>turns out that renting a library wasn’t too difficult in Equestria on Hearts and Hooves day
>you knew a fellow artist p0ny that lived around here, he had been to P0nyville on vacation
>seems the town was notorious for having more mares than stallions
>anyhow, you had called in a favor and sent him some bits for the rental
>you were worried the bits wouldn’t go through Spike’s flame mail, but it seems that his messaging system is compatible with a few objects
“YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES” she squees
>you spin her around as she laughs
“I’ve never been so loud in this kind of library before…  It feels so strange” she says
“Well, we got the place totally to ourselves, so we can do everything we’ve never done in a library”
>she raises an eyebrow
>a while later, you’re sitting against a shelf, exhausted
“Wow…” you say
“Yeah, that was…”
>you both sit and catch your breaths
“Never thought making a book fort this big would get tiring, I mean we had to climb the shelves to get to the roof” she says
“I know, but just look at it…  Two stories, three rooms, an indoor pool…  It’s the best book fort anyone has ever made” you say, getting up and walking in
>you went up the spiral book staircase into the study room
>it contains a bookshelf made of books, book chairs and a desk of books
>Twilight was in heaven
>it smelled and looked wonderful
“What’s next? Book fight?” you suggest
“Anon, that would probably hurt a lot” she says
“Yeah…  Bad idea…  We should probably put all these back…” you say
“I’ll get started…  The interlocking book tile floors in the book bathroom are going to be tricky…” she says
“Wait, I want to take some pictures first…”
>you produce a P0nyroid camera and take a few snapshots of the interior, finishing with a shot of you both in front of the book fort
>a second before the camera went off, Twilight turned and kissed you
>the picture didn’t turn out as you had planned
>instead, it turned out perfect
>once everything was back where it was, Twilight and you spent hours rummaging through the library, finding interesting things to read and talk about
>as you had given her the love for painting, she had given you the love of books
>the day was growing old, you were both getting pretty hungry
>you both left the library and found a quiet bistro to get dinner
>you didn’t have the chance to plan where to eat, but this place was quaint and didn’t look too busy in the Hearts and Hooves day hubbub
>you both enjoyed a relaxed meal as the sun began to set
>Twilight seemed to have something up her sleeve but you couldn’t tell what
>you’re leaving the restaurant to take a walk with your special somep0ny when she says
“I told you about what happened when I first came to P0nyville right?”
>you think for a second
“Yeah, there was a whole ordeal with Princess Celestia’s sister having been banished to the moon, you found your friends and turned Nightmare Moon back into Luna, right?” reply
>the night was falling quickly but the breeze was warm
>you had walked out in no direction in particular
>the little restaurant wasn’t really in the middle of town; you had both walked out to the outskirts, down a little trail in the middle of a vast field of tall grass
>Twilight stops and beckons you to follow her in the grass
>you both sit down, the moon coming into full view
>it looked much larger than Earth’s moon
>you used to cover the old moon with your outstretched arm’s thumb, now you had to use your palm
>it was beautiful
“Well, do you know how Nightmare Moon escaped her prison in the first place?” she continues
>you hold her against you as you both lay down in the grass, looking up at the starts
“I’m not sure” you reply
>the sky was flooded with countless stars
>there was little light pollution, unlike most places on old Earth
>you could see everything so clearly
“Nightmare Moon used the stars to help her escape” she explains, pointing at four stars around the moon
>you wonder why the stars were compelled to help Nightmare Moon in the first place
“You know, Anon…  As much as Nightmare Moon was scary and how my friends and I were in danger more than once because of it, I’m happy the stars helped her escape” she says, softly
“Really?  Why?”
“Well…” she says
>you notice something strange
>the constellations are different from what they were a second ago
>were you just confusing them for the constellations back home?
“Because if that all hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t have been able to get them to help me tonight” she says, horn glowing
>the stars flow across the sky
“Anon” she says
>the skies above finish her sentence
“Will you marry me”

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JOKE OUTTAKE 
>you are Celestia
>this was a disaster
>you should be joyful right now
>you’re about to make Twilight a happy mare, to be wed with her true love Anon!
>thankfully you say you’re crying in happiness
>it wasn’t supposed to go like this at all!
>how were you to know that your “Stallion Repulsion” spell wouldn’t affect humans?
>before you could have Twilight, the damn alien just walked in a swept her right off her hooves
>oh well
>at least it was great to watch them fuck like rabbits
END JOKE OUTTAKE
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