Title:           Morning After (Twilight/Anon, Safe)
Author:          BizzarreCoyote
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/249CpHiM
First Edit:      Sunday 15th of May 2016 01:36:39 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Friday 31st of March 2017 02:12:27 PM CDT

>The sun hit your eyes, and you simply rolled over.
>Twilight, however, began to stir with the alarm clock.
>"Mmmm...Anon, time to get up... "
"Why...?" You asked into the pillow, obviously not going anywhere.
>"Sun's up, so we need to be..." Twilight replied with equal exhaustion.
"We had a late night with that ambassador..." You almost whined.
>If you were to be honest, the Minotaur ambassador had been a dick, frankly.
>Constantly attempting to scare Twilight into submission for little concessions here and there.
>Naturally, the Alicorn didn't budge, especially with you playing bodyguard.
>Supposedly, your species in particular was part of Minotaur folklore, usually as terrifying monsters.
>You played that part well, armed and armored to the teeth, sans helmet.
>Eventually he had relented and signed the trade treaty, leaving for his home country at four in the morning.
>Twilight went to get up, shutting the alarm off.
>Your arm lanced out a moment later, dragging the pony back to bed.
>"C'mon Anon, we need to get up."
"No." You refused, pulling the pony princess into your bare chest.
>"But..."
"It's the weekend, we can sleep in." You continued, running your hand across her back and over one of her wings.
>She sighed in defeat and pleasure as you continued your light massage along her back and eventually along her scalp.
>You pulled her closer, nose near enough to take in her scent.
>Lavender from her shampoo, as well as other, more natural scents.
>Twilight had turned in your arms, leaving the two of you face to face.
>She was careful to not hit you with her horn as she planted several delicate kisses on your neck.
>The mare then set her forehead on yours, a small, exhausted smile gracing her features.
>"You're right...should I set the alarm?"
"No. We deserve this," you chuckled.
>"Mm..."
>She buried her head into your chest, her free wing extending over your shoulder in a wing-hug.
>Once you heard her breathing level out, you reached over and grabbed the list she had for today on her nightstand, and carefully crumbled it up.
>The Princess and her consort would be unavailable today, Ponyville would get over it.
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