Coming Home to Sweetie Belle

by Hand-Made

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, Human, Sweetie Belle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Romance
Length: 955

Another day to live the dream of a happy life with your wonderful wife.

"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."
- J. Garland

A short flavor story about settling in for the night with your new wife, Sweetie Belle, after a long and productive day. You've both recently returned to Equestria from a shared visit to Earth to celebrate your marriage, and have adjusted well to the wedded life; you reassure your little mare that you're hers and hers alone.

Fit for all readers.

Enjoy.

Published 2014-11-05 03:50:14 UTC
Last updated 2014-11-05 03:50:14 UTC

It's good to be home.

It's good to be home.

Silently, another long day in Equestria passed into Luna's night. Although certainly not exhausted, you were indeed quite tired. Thankfully, you were able to complete the day's tedium and return to your humble domicile.

To a cozy cottage, where your dreams and wishes resided...

To a warm meal, even if it was usually a little charred around the edges...

To a clean bed, where pristine linens waited impatiently to be ruffled by your presence...

All these things were indeed wonderful, but none compared to the little mare who cozied up against your chest. Softly, her barrel rose and fell in time with your own. Being "big spoon" was never a challenge, especially when your petite bride was a miniature equine. You couldn't help but notice how close your ivory-furred maiden always rested herself, truly comforted to be once again in the shared home of husband and wife in Equestria. Wrapping your arms around her slender body, you agreed wholeheartedly that this was far better than the world you've just came from visiting. A new home, a new career...and a new wife.

"Goodnight, Sweetie Belle."

"Goodnight," the filly whispered your name softly, the mumble of the sandman's touch audible through her words. You stroked her pastel mane, marveling at its lushness even in bed. Truly, Sweetie Belle had an anxious time back on Earth. Thankfully, your loved ones were as understanding...or at least as understanding as you've come to expect, given the first introduction the little mare provided was to proudly proclaim herself your wife. An errant finger traced her horn, her hot breath slowing as she indulged within the sensation. So smooth, so adorable, so-

'tink'

A metallic sound rang out once before muffling against the pillows; an all too familiar band rested against your nail.

"Sweetie, are you still wearing your wedding ring?"

"Yeah." she fluttered her eyes in the darkness, embarrassed at her possible faux-pas. "Aren't you?"

"Oh no, I took it off and placed it atop our nightstand. I wouldn't want it to catch it in your fur or scratch you in your sleep."

"Oh." Sweetie Belle said, realizing that the answer should have been all-too-obvious. "Do I have to take mine off?"

You stifled a chuckle at her innocence.

"I suppose not. Is it uncomfortable on your horn?"

"No, honest, it's fine, but I don't want to scratch your face, either..." you felt a delicate hoof brush against your cheek. "But I...really don't wanna take it off. You know, especially if yours is off."

"Why not, my dear?"

"Well, what if there's a fire in our house, and a firemare comes to save you and doesn't see your ring and thinks that you're single and takes you away for herself? You gotta sleep holding me close so they know we're married."

"No firemare could ever swoop me away. I'd just hold my wife right here and watch the mare's face when I give you a kiss." you punctuated your wording with playful smooches on her nose, eliciting pealing giggles from the mature foal. "Now sleep well, my little Belle."

"Mmmhmmm." she closed her eyes, nuzzling once more into your firm, masculine comfort. The twilight of slumber was upon you now, and your eyelids became increasingly heavy. It wasn't long before-

"But what if Princess Luna visits us tonight? She'll see you're not wearing a wedding ring, and I can't follow you into your dreams..."

"Nonsense." you guffawed, squeezing Sweetie's supple flanks. "Luna might be the Ruler of Dreams, but she isn't the Princess of my heart. That fertile land belongs to you; therefore you are the only mare I dream of." you whispered hotly into her ear before giving the tip a playful lick. Instantly her ear twitched, remaining animated far after you've nestled back into your pillow, unable to shake the wonderful sensation of your tongue.

"You're always in my dreams, too." Sweetie wistfully murmured, snuggling ever closer. You felt her little heart beating against your bare skin, almost as if it was trying to touch your own. Slowly, the filly's breath began to slow as sleep set-

"But what-mmph-"

Sweetie's concern was silenced by your mouth pressed firmly against her own. Once again, her ear twitched uncontrollably; your tongues began to snake together. No lust, no carnality, only two muscles seeking the comforts of one another in the silence of your marital bed. You flexed your arms, allowing Sweetie Belle to feel the solidarity of her husband pulling her close. She snorted once, a gentle burst of hot air that wrapped around your face and bound you orally all the more. In the shared back-and-forth, Sweetie's wifely anxieties melted away only to be replaced by the warm reassurance of her man, her husband, letting her know that all was truly well.

After what only seemed a moment, the embrace was finally ended.

"That's what."

"Uh-huh." Sweetie Belle nodded her head, her lips still tingling from the experience as her mind swam drunkenly. Her equine tongue ran across her lips, curving in a prehensile attempt to savor your lingering taste. Finally, the filly's psyche cleared long enough for proper thoughts to resume. For the umpteenth time, you found yourself the target of Sweetie's determined snuggling.

"I'm glad that you're my husband." Sweetie Belle cooed as she found her proper place once more.

"Me too." you halted the tear, but couldn't suppress the smile as you clenched your eyes, thanking the stars for blessing you with such a darling wife. At long last sleep came, carrying you both off into the unconscious realm. But in reality, two hearts remained active...beating as one, pulsating together in a paradise without end:

Man and mare, husband and wife.