>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