Pure mornings.

A small beam of sunshine snuck by the drawn curtain. It was not broader than a cat's claw, but it shone straight into Big Macintosh's left eye. At first, nothing happened, but since the light refused to go away, Big Mac's face changed from peaceful sleep to a frown, and then he woke up. He didn't need to look at his watch, he knew the time. It was dawn, as usual. He always woke up at dawn, and most of the time with that annoying sunbeam in his eyes. He showed his irritation away, though. Starting the day with a grumpy face just turned the milk sour. Out of bed early, going to bed early. It was all routine. He just had to roll out of bed, grab his jeans and shirt, go to the bathroom for a P&S, pass the kitchen for a cup of joe, and then out.

However, the sight in front of his eyes changed his mind, and he decided to stay in bed just a little longer.

Fiery red and yellow hair, a cute and pointy little nose, A thin mouth, half open in a soft snore. To top it off, her yellow skin was almost glowing where the morning sun shot through the old curtains.

Hell, she was beautiful. She lay with her blanket tightly spun around her, with one arm around him, the other one hidden far beneath her pillow. She always slept in that position. Once he’d walked in on her sleeping and he could see her arm moving and twitching, almost like it was looking for something. And as he lay down next to her, it stopped moving and rested on his back. Just as it did now. Her body was covered by the blanket, but he knew that she was naked. She always slept in the nude, and preferred to wear as little as possible when she was at the acres. It was probably some kind of pony thing. She started to wear a bikini top on hot days, but that was as far she was willing to go, and neither he, nor Granny had managed to change her mind. He traced her figure through the blanket, all the way from her shoulders to her bottom and up. He watched her chest rise and fall.

He could lie there and watch her forever, but his chores called on him. The sounds of a new day. The sounds of a farm. He could also hear the coffee machine working in the kitchen. Coffee... that would be nice, too. He never bothered eating at this time, he just brought a thermos and perhaps an apple with him. SHE was usually never out of bed until eight, and they always had breakfast then. He began to wriggle himself out of bed, when she yawned in her sleep and pulled him closer.

He sighed. This ain’t gonna be easy. But he had to admit, of all the reasons to be held in bed, this was definitely one of the better ones. He moved his head forward and kissed her on the cheek. Then on the other cheek. Then one on her nose. She started to move around slightly, it looked like she was waking up. Ah well, if it’s already too late ah might as well… Then he kissed her on her mouth. Not too much but just enough to get a taste. Her lips were sweet, but there was a hint of morning breath. Just as it’s supposed to be in the morning.

Then she lifted her head, yawned and opened her eyes half-way.

“G’morning, Mac.”

He smiled, and gave her another quick kiss on her forehead.

“Morning, sunny.” Then he added with a small smirk. “How’s mah little pony been sleeping?”

She groaned. “Of all the nicknames in the world… you had to pick that one?”

He kissed her again. “Well, it’s the truth.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Can’t argue with that, I guess." She yawned, and streched out. "What’s the time?”

“5:30.”

“Heh. Guess someone wanted company.”

“Well… Sorta’. Ya held me so tight ah probably was goin’ to wake ya anyway so…”

She pulled him closer and kissed him, a long and loving kiss. “Don't worry, Mackie. Of all the reasons to wake up at this time, this was probably one of the best.” He stayed in her arms for some time, but in the end, he had to go up.

“Well, ah better be going. Sunset?" She did not let go. "Sunny, what are ya doin’?”

She still did not let go of him. She could be pretty strong when she wanted, especially when she caught him by surprise. She grabbed his shoulders, laid him on his back, and straddled him.

“Sunset, what are ya…”

She leaned forward and silenced him with a kiss. “Shhh… just be quiet. I just want to be here with you, that’s all.”

He felt her skin against his. She was warm. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him again. Her breasts were pressing against his chest. He wasn’t a man of fancy words, couldn’t describe them as “swallows that were nesting” or anything like those fancy city guys. But he liked to touch them, and to play with them, and when she was so close to him as she was now it just felt good.

Perhaps a bit too good, as his briefs were getting tighter. He had his hands on her back, but now he moved then, trying to get out before anything else happened. Instantly she was at him like a hawk.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

She made herself heavier, so that he had trouble moving. He understood at once what she was trying to do, but...

“Sunset, we can’t…”

“Shhhh… Just a little bit longer? Please? Can’t you stay just five minutes more? Mackie?”

Her turquoise eyes were begging. She must have taken lessons from Pinkie. He tried, but he couldn’t really move without tossing her out of bed. And the longer he looked at her, there was no way he could say no to those eyes. He didn’t answer, but he never had a chance as she pulled down his briefs. He could feel everything on her naked nethers clearly. She shaved herself. He didn’t, and he never really understood why she did it, but he was used to it, and he’d learned to like it. Both the smooth feeling of newly shaved and this more ragged feeling of a nine o’clock shadow. Still, the slight sting from the bristles always teased him a little more and actually made him more “on it” than her being freshly shaved.

 And by the warmth he felt from his glans, he could tell that the top of his pecker pointed straight against her honey pot.

As it grew harder and longer, it did more than just point. It poked first, then it parted the lower lips and then… it was inside her. Just by half an inch, but still.

He gasped. As always, she was so warm and wet. And soft.

She broke the kiss, smiled and looked at him. “See, Mackie? They like each other.” She wriggled her torso so that he was completely inside her. He tried to move, but she pinned him down with another kiss.

“Shhhh… Be still. It’s alright. I don’t want anything else. Just you, you inside me, and our body against mine.” He didn’t disagree.

They lay there, for how long they didn’t really knew. None of the moved, and they never broke the kiss. His hands were locked on her back in a tight grip, hers in an equal position behind his neck. There was no groping, no caressing, just their tongues and lips together. No thrusting, no shaking of hips, no grinding. Just her, tight around him. Just him, filling her up.

Around them, the world was waking up. Faint sounds, barely recognisable and yet familiar. The curtain was warming up, acting like a natural furnace, the room slowly warmed as well.. The silhouette of a bird could be seen in the window. The faint voice of Granny Smith shouted something they couldn't hear.

In the room, there was nothing but Sunset and Macintosh with their bodies melded together. Lips against lips, tongues playing, hands on bare skin. Big Mac was nestled inside her, bonded together as it was meant to be. And yet, not a single movement, not a sound except their breathing getting slightly heavier with every moment.

Nothing should happen, and yet, he felt something growing inside of him. It started as a shadow in his body, then it took form and shape. And it grew, from the bottom and moving closer to the top. More and more, closer and closer and when he finally understood what was happening…

“Sunset, ah… nnngh...” …It was too late. But she pushed herself on to him, making sure he didn’t slip out.

“It’s okay. It’s ok,” she said in a whisper. “Give it to me. I want it. I want it all.”

He hadn’t moved an inch and yet his pecker twitched and cramped, and in the most intense and at the same time relaxed orgasms he’d ever had, he came inside of her. It was more intense than he’d ever felt, perhaps because his dick had to do it by itself, no helpful thrusting this time. He’d always wondered what people meant when they said they saw fireworks.

Now he knew.

“Mmmmm…Sunset…Mmmm…”

She just smiled, and kissed him again.

“I love you, Mackie. “

“Ah love ya to, Sunny.” He moved his hand, trying to get in between her legs, but she pushed him away. “No.”

“But…Sunny…Yer didn't…?”

She smiled. “I did, Mac. I did.”

“Really?”

“Really. You inside me is all I wanted today." She looked at him and smiled. He smiled too. How can someone like ah be so lucky? They rolled over to the side, and after some minutes, he silently slid out of her, but their lips didn’t break the connection. It was one of those moments he didn't want to end.

Still, twenty minutes later, Macintosh had to walk over the yard towards the fields again. He was late, but it had been worth it. Then, he stopped. An idea had just struck him. This was the first time without protection. He thought about it for a couple of minutes, then he looked at the ring on his finger and shrugged his shoulders.

Ah well… If that should happen, Miss Rarity will probably be able to do the changes to her dress anyway.