The morning is finally set as the light shines down on your face to try its best to burn through your eyelids, making you wince in sudden pain. You try your best to keep your eyes closed and go back to the wonderful dream you were experiencing. Unfortunately, the light just won’t give up its powerful ray against your sensitive muscles.
You open your eyes quickly as if you’ve just blinked, having an annoyed look of disappointment. You’re not really much of a morning person as you want to be. Most of the action happens in a bright sunny time like this, like people having to go to work and getting everything prepared for the rush that’ll hit them when everything opens for their hustle. Some people will just go inside of your basic and classic eatery to have some eggs and bacon - extra crispy mind you - with hard coffee to jumpstart their engines.
And being in a world full of ponies is no different.
It’s almost as if you haven’t actually left your home in the big city. The only things that make it different is the fact that almost everyone on the planet is a talking horse on two legs instead of four, the environment is cleaner, there’s no such thing as the internet. You know, nice things like that.
So to get your grind going out of the day, you plan to go to the local gym to get work done there. Then after a nice hot shower, meet up with your marefriend later to talk about the shows she has coming soon and to keep her voice on point like she always does. It’s her passion to let everyone know how she feels in her music and you strive to make this a fact. It’s what truly makes her magnificent in everyone’s heart.
This will be for a promotion for her latest album that released a month ago, featuring a few other singers as well that’ll participate on the world tour around Equestria with her. Right now will be the only time you can both relax before the time comes where you’ll be too busy with what you need to do, instead of what you want to do. Six months of this will ruin you by fatigue, but you’re built to show professionalism everywhere you go to give her the opportunities you know she deserves. That’s why you’re her manager.
It’s going to be stressful, but damn you can’t wait until it’s over. There’s always the time where you want to kiss and hold her to signify your missed out temptation for her. However, you’re not that kind of guy. When you get the chance, you want to manhandle your mare. You’ll wrap your arms around her and pin her up to a soft wall, kissing and groping her in all the ways that make her feel hot for you, feeling her sweat dampening her fur as you lead her into her favorite ride of ecstasy.
Just hearing her moan your name with her angelic voice makes you almost forget that she’s actually in bed with you right now, in your arms.
You change your disappointment with a simple smirk along your cheeks, looking at the equine as she slumbers, her front facing away from you to block your vision of her beautiful visage. You pull her closer under the covers and wrap around her a little more to cover her whole belly, her hair feeling soft like silk. With her whole body up against yours, you even notice that she’s not wearing any kind of pajamas of some sort. She’s just in her panties with a short t-shirt.
She moves after you pull her closer, adjusting her position to be more comfortable to the newly changed grounds, lifting her tail from the bond and laying it across your hip. Taking the chance to look upon her beauty without disturbing her slumber, you lean your head upward to see her face as she still rides the waves of dreamland.
She looks so peaceful and elegant. Her stylishly dark highlighted mane is all over the place, but what else do you expect after sleeping for six hours? Seeing her like this is like spotting somepony for who they truly are. Maybe this is why she sings mostly with her eyes closed, to explain her emotion more freely and openly without the thought of looking in the eyes of disparagement from her unknown haters.
As a manager you know that as long as it works for her, you’ll accept it no other way. But as her boyfriend, you can’t fall off on the fact that she looks gorgeous while singing in a voice that's so strong and powerful to melt your heart.
‘Rara, why do you do this to me?’ Just talking about the way she sings gives you a nice dirty idea in your mind, one that'll greatly benefit her in getting the perfect tone in her melodic sequence.
You push against her firm back and lower yourself under the covers until the tip of your head levels to her shoulders, making sure your arms follow in the utmost subtlety. You want her to wake up to what you're doing, just not yet; it's too early to be compromised.
Succumbing to her warmth, you press your face onto her mane to smell the aroma of nighttime rose before slowly moving your free hand along her side, going back and forth until you decide to move down to her slim belly, her hair following along in accordance.
After she gives a low hum and moves again to grab a hold of her pillow, the covers feel a little tighter to you as a tad bit of your sweat bleeds through your pores and into the comforter. You’re getting really excited about doing this, but it makes you feel that it’s a feeble response. So to make up for it, you decide to push farther.
You slide your hand down from her abdomen, gliding over her hips before reaching her firm thigh, to which she shifts her leg upwards just a tad for you to move yours under hers. This opens her pathway to a hidden desire that hides within her vessel, a desire that can benefit both worlds.
Her body pushes against your chest again as she slightly shifts onto her back, her soft body succumbing to your delicate touch of attention. The moment you edge closer to her panties struck you with anticipation. From this point, you only heard hums of her discomfort, but this time you’re so close to hearing your little pony pant, squeak and moan with her soft vocal cords that make you tremble in pleasure. It’s making you so hard in your shorts and it's frustrating, but you try your best to hold it back.
You move her warm underwear to one side, feeling her heat rise to your hand as if she’s an oven. She feels soft and wet, like she's been already prepared for this moment. The subtle pants she push through may not say much for now, but the best has yet to come.
She shifts her leg loosely over your outer thigh, spreading herself for more of the bed space you give to her in exchange for you to go deeper with convenience and effectiveness, handling her with the best of profession you know; cuddling while gentle still has her in dreamland, but her moans are more predominant than that. You grin of your success, inspiring you to continue on being creative. It was time to stop prolonging the session.
You push two fingers inside her wet pot, middle and ring, feeling her gently press her pelvis against your hand to get deeper in the hot crevice you’ve ventured through for a while now, knowing everything that needs to be known of its specialties, and the one whos blessed with the benefit. The sweet smell of pheromones she gives off, the squishy sounds erupting from her overflowing flower, the quiet but soul trembling moans just edging you on in this small kinky temptation of yours burns you up inside. It’s even more wild that she's still asleep and doesn’t know that you’re violating her with a sick and needy mind of contempt satisfaction…
To hear that sexy voice say something.
As your pace accelerates, her untensed body doesn’t fight against your determination as her pussy twinges in pain, pulsating as her pent up nether of fluids relieves onto your hand. She only gives you a gutsy grunt through her hushed lips, but nothing more.
And it was confusing to say the least. For most of everything you’ve done in the last ten minutes, making it very obvious of what you’re doing, she decides to be a heavy sleeper?
It’s some hefty bullshittery, but you accept it nonetheless like a good pervy boyfriend.
You kiss her hairy light gray cheek before getting out of the hot trap you call a bed and going straight to the bathroom with urgent care. After a ten minute session of trying to spoon, you were bound to burst once you get up.
Afterwards, you head down to the kitchen to get your day starting fresh and clear, trying to get this whole thing behind you. Sure the efforts to show your conviction are utter fruitless, but at least you get the satisfaction of pleasing her in a way she doesn’t expect, like giving her a donut without asking. A sweet gesture of appreciation for them to enjoy. All you want from her was some type of rebound that unfortunately never came.
Bittersweet.
You open up your fridge to grab out a few things like mix and veggie oil. You want some pancakes to be in your life. Getting the pan frying with cooking oil, the fluffy plush bread rich with sweetness riddles your mind, taking a big whiff of air the mix spread through as relaxant. It feels good. And as you flip the bubbly dough over its front, there’s this sense of ease that caresses you softly within its grasp, your body just feeling loose and lazy.
It unprepares you for the slight niche of tension that still sits in your heart for what you originally want earlier. Your urge was loose and uncontrollable, yet you don’t notice it because you’re too zoned out to pay attention. Your pancakes are golden brown, yet you hesitate to pick up what you have now after what you lost. Time will never change for you and you’ll never get it back.
“... Good morning.”
All you can do is achieve now.
