From U.K. with Beer

A dark unicorn with glasses and a long beard leaves his feather aside and with a sight he looks up to the roof. He is surrounded by darkness only repealed by the light a nearby candle gives. “Finally… I ended this story. I can’t believe it took me so long…” Then with his magic lifted the paper that took with him trotting up.

He gets to a door that he carefully knocks. “Mare! Get up! I need some tea and a critic!” A mumble can be heard on the other side as some heavy trots make their way to the door. “For Luna’s sake! What got into you Dusty McBuck, can’t you see it’s still dark and Celestia hasn’t even got up yet!”

Dusty looks at his wife, a dark yellow pegasi with a fluffy, red and colorful mane, “Come on, Astucia D’mal! Make some tea; you know I can’t write without some more. Perhaps, I need you to be my pre-reader. It would mean so much to me”

Astucia looked at his husband, her greenish eyes could tell she was upset, “That’s why you waked me up! Why don’t you make it yourself, shirker!”

Dusty looked at the ground, his violet eyes were moving around trying to figure out a response, “Come on, mare… You know I’m useless to make home labors and I’m addicted to the tea you make! It’s so delicious!” then he looked at her eyes with a warm smile saying ‘sorry’.

Astucia couldn’t resist his smile, it always had something that drives her crazy to the ecstasy, happy, and Dusty knew this perfectly well, “Okay Dusty… I’ll get the stove warm up but you better make it up for me.”

Dusty smiled seductive and with a grin he whispered to her hear, “You know I always ‘make it up’ for you…” Astucia got nervous getting all red as she started to laugh trotting at full velocity to the kitchen. He was proud of his power to seduce his wife after all this time together, two years to be precise; he followed the exited mare with a light trot.

The teapot starts to boil as Astucia gets her wings wrapped up in a kitchen towel and with her other wing takes a cup which fills with the tea. Hands it to Dusty taking it with his magic and begin to take a slurp.

“Dear Mother of Luna, this tea is fantastic, mare! You really have a gift with the making of tea! You should just open your own business.”

His mare shrugs at Dusty’s comment, “Don’t be silly. It’s just water with herbs.”

Dusty dismiss her statement with his hoof, “Don’t say that! This tea is the ultimate elixir of life!”

Astucia just sighed. Once Dusty is complementing you cannot dismiss his words, “So”, Astucia broke the slurping, “What’s with this story you were telling me about?”

Dusty’s eyes got wide, “Yeah, sorry, just forgot about the matter”, Dusty takes his writings with magic and hands it to his wife, “I need a pre-reader and critics so… go nuts!”

She takes the pages with her wings and starts to read in full concentration.

Astucia leaves the pages in the table with a sigh.

Dusty slurps his tea and takes lead, “So, mare. How was it?”

Her wife takes a lighter and gets it initiated disposing the flames take the writes.

He quickly gets his magic working forming a shield on his writes, “What the hell, mare?!”, once he get the writings on his side leaves a breath of relief.

Astucia grins ear to ear, “What? We know is for the best”, starting to laugh as hard as she could.

Dusty gets really scared. She can be very creepy sometimes. And trying to not point to his real feeling he reclaims, “How’s that, mare?! You know I putted my greatest effort on that for just bursting my creation on flames!”

Astucia just kept on laughing, “Oh, don’t be such a baby. It was a joke! It’s my payback for getting me so early for that piece of crap.”

Dusty got a heart wound, “How dare you!?”

Her wife grinned maliciously, “We both know you are not the writer kind.  Just let go and keep on bucking the rocks; that’s all you’re good for.”

He sighed, “Ha… It’s true, mare. I can’t just write for manure.”