An Urge to Feel

The air had a cool crisp to it as I rested on the massive pillow in the living room. I didn’t take notice of the surrounding pictures and furniture when I first came into Sunny’s home. It was hard to focus on them when two mares were being quite flirtatious upon my arrival at the apartment. But with the quiet mood Sunny was in, a few photos of ponies, all of them obtaining an image of Sunny, were my audience.

Right next to the bookshelf was Sunny clad in golden armor with a sun at the center of the breastplate; the emblem of Celestia’s cutie mark no doubt. Sunny looked bold, proud, and strong with her spear in hoof. I glanced at the kitchen area as the yellow unicorn slowly trudged back and forth, getting a pair of cups for us both. She did not appear to be herself compared to the photos that portrayed her.

Several other photos of other ponies with Sunny smiled with her. Most of them were without her in golden plating except for one. On the other side of the bookshelf was what I would consider Sunny and her platoon. The rainbow of ponies had the same bold smile. Princess Celestia stood behind them all behind them with her massive wingspan splayed out. The alicorn stood over all of them with little effort, making her subjects appear to be children compared to her size. To witness the image was awe-inspiring!

However, it was hard to be lifted when I watched Sunny walked over to me with a disturbed frown. Two glasses of iced cold water hovered beside her in a yellow veil. The cubes rung lightly as they bounced in their containers.

The fabric made light shifting noises while Sunny made herself comfortable. There were a few inches between us.

I grabbed the closest glass and took a sip of it. “Thanks,” I said in a low tone.

“You’re welcome,” Sunny muttered.

While she stared at the floating cup, I finished mine in no time. I looked for a place to put the glass down, but the nearest location to place it was the bookshelf. Sunny’s magic swallowed my cup and slowly drifted it over to the kitchen table, letting the ice melt alone at the table of none.

“Thanks,” I said again.

Sunny said nothing, but she did nod; a sign I was lightly cracking her shell. The pictures of Sunny smiled at me, telling my subconscious how much I loved her cheerful grin.

I chose to take a whirl at Sunny’s shield with love and kissed her on the cheek. A smile took root and pink blush bloomed. With one last motion, the gap that was probably miles for Sunny, I closed with a few scoots to the left.

The unicorn’s smile grew and grew and so did mine. Sunny quickly placed her glass on the ground and nuzzled my cheek with her own. “Sorry I’m being so quiet,” Sunny said with a lot more volume than her previous whispers.

“I understand why,” I said. “You had a bad dream.”

“Yeah, I did,” Sunny admitted. “But it was more than just a bad dream.” She parted her face from me and frowned. “It involves something that’s been on my mind for… a long time.”

By brow had a curious twitch. I had a hypothesis that the dream involved Mellow and the events that occurred not even a few hours ago. But a long time? What could have been festering behind that sunny smile?

“Do you mind telling me what your dream was?” I asked.

Sunny’s ears retreated. The mare dipped her head. My words had more weight than I would have wanted to deliver.

“It…”

I shook my head and said, “Don’t stress yourself if you don’t want to-”

“It was a dream about the day I had to take somepony’s life on the line of duty!”

That- was not something I was expecting. The shock from her comment nearly knocked me over despite me sitting on a plush pillow. If her nightmare involved something on the lines of facing a fear that haunted Sunny, I would have easily managed to deal with her dilemma because I had to face my fear of being hurt by another mare and learned to take a chance.

But death? What a heavy conversation starter…

My eyes gandered at the proud soldier across the room. The physical Sunny Day did not reflect the brave glint the photo possessed. What happened the day that spear in her hoof took a pony’s soul I could only imagine. Many scenarios flashed into my brain, one with Sunny being brave by protecting another adversary; another had her screaming, “Don’t move! Please! I don’t want to use this!” And then proceeded to lunge forward.

“Do you want to talk about what happened that day-” I began.

“No!” Sunny interjected, her voice cracked and hurt. She took in a very shaky breath and said, “Sorry, it’s just- All you need to know is it was either me or her. Fight... or die…”

I nodded, only to never know the details. I didn’t mind; and because it was late at night. Death and frightening thoughts are good fuel for nightmares. All I could do was ask questions about the aftermath, not including the deceased mare.

“Have you talked to anypony about this?” I said with a curious tone.

“Of course,” Sunny said. “Including the dream that comes every so often to plague me.”

“Was tonight that rare chance?”

“Yes.”

I placed a hoof on Sunny’s arm. As soft as it was, as clean as it appeared, it bore an invisible red stain; a stain that could not be removed. “Have you been thinking about… that day for a while now?”

My ears listened to Sunny take heavy breaths. After some time thinking, Sunny answered, “I’m more afraid of what-if’s right now…”

“About what would happen if you didn’t fight back?” I asked too quickly. Don’t be so hasty! I scolded myself. I needed to be more sensitive and be sure Sunny didn’t feel discomforted by our conversation.

But it was too late. My question stabbed deep into the soldier. Sunny started with a whimper, clenching her teeth in a desperate attempt to hold back the pain. The whimpering evolved into a heartbreaking cry, along with tears that would drown any stallion.

Sunny lunged at me with open arms, clinging onto me like a ship afraid to lose its anchor. The impact forced me to roll onto my side, but the collision allowed me to get a much better hold of the distraught mare. Sunny cried into the base of my torso while I clutched her close.

“It’s okay,” I whispered into her ear. “I’m here for you.” Her limbs tightened around me in response. “And I won’t let go until you tell me to.”

A stuffed muzzle sniffed before a tiny giggle escaped Sunny. “You’re so cute!” she choked.

“I’m just going through the romantic list of cliche lines that make every mare swoon,” I said with a smile Sunny couldn’t see.

Sunny gazed up at me, her signature joy dampened by tears. With my deep voice, I hummed, “I know how to make the tears go away.”

A yellow hoof pawed at my chest. “Fire away.”

I hesitated despite how close I was to Sunny. The mare in my arms blinked and turned her head. “Do you know what to make my tears go away but are thinking about doing said tear evaporating act?” she asked.

My heartbeat pulsed through Sunny. “Maybe,” I said, though it was apparent the answer was ‘yes’. Why was I so nervous? I just wanted to kiss Sunny. Did I have to ask, “Hey, can I have access to your lips during dire needs of emotional expression so I don’t make an awkward moment?”

Everything was still new to me, including being in a mare’s grasp.

“Why are you blushing?” Sunny asked, her smile coming to.

“I am- just thinking about- making your tears go away,” I stuttered.

“Hehe!” Sunny got really close to my face, touching her muzzle against mine. “Does it involve naughty thoughts?”

“I just wanted to kiss you on the lips!” I confessed. “I figured you wanted something nice and gentle because you’re sad! And- I lo-” I had to force down the word “love” by swallowing hard. Love would be too strong for the conversation. “-I just really really like your smile!”

My face was warm from all the blood rushing into my head. The heat ignited when Sunny rubbed my cheek with her hoof. “Well here’s that smile ‘lo-really really like.’”

The light quip made me chuckle before I began enjoying a beautiful view of Sunny’s grin. “You need to get that lovely smile patented. I can hook you up. I do know ponies.”

“Oh stop!” Sunny giggled. She lightly patted my chest with a hoof. “Just so you know, you are going to make Mellow a happy mare with words like that!”

My smile faltered. I felt like I was being pushed in another direction by Sunny’s words. I couldn’t explain it but there was something behind Sunny and her convinced nature between Mellow and myself.

“What’s wrong?” Sunny asked. My lack of a smile disintegrated Sunny’s grin.

“Don’t get me wrong, I really do appreciate you wanting me to hook up with Mellow,” I started. “But- it feels like you don’t want me to be interested in you.”

Sunny furrowed her brows. “Where do you get that impression? I find it hard to even expect an accusation like that after everything we’ve done tonight.”

Oh deer, she didn’t look too happy. I had to think of a way to support my case. Otherwise, I would just feel and look stupid. “I do believe- no, I know you meant everything tonight, including getting me together with Mellow.” I blushed when I continued to say, “And I know you meant it when we were… doing it when you said you liked me too.” Sunny let some tension off her brows and appeared less upset.

“Part of me feels conflicted because… I really like you and Mellow!” My heart didn’t feel unsafe as I splayed it in front of Sunny. But it did feel vulnerable. “I know you both like me, more Mellow than you; or at least, I think she likes me more, not to speak for yourself.”

Sunny’s eyes landed on the pillow’s casing. “I can tell you for certain that is… false. I like you perhaps just as much as Mellow.”

A chill ran from the top of my head to the heels of my hind legs. “Oh no…”

Sunny lifted her head, her ears twitching and swiveling toward me. “What? What’s wrong?”

I shook my head, “This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen! I didn’t want anypony to get jealous or hurt because sex was involved. But now you and Mellow like me, and I now I feel like I have to choose either you or her and-!”

Before I could panic any further, Sunny lifted her hoof and gently landed it on my lips. “Shh… Relax,” she whispered.

I spoke out the corner of my mouth, “But you said-”

Sunny clenched her eyes. “I know what I said! And it’s going to be you and her! Not me and you! Okay?”

The blunt behavior took me by surprise. “Why are you so adamant even though you said that you like me just as much as Mellow?”

“Because I know what you want,” Sunny said with a hurt voice. “You’re after a long term relationship.”

“It is,” I said, unsure why that was a bad thing. Unless… “Do you not like long-term relationships?”

Sunny only responded with a frown and two ears folded back. The shape of her brows and shade of her eyes didn’t reflect sadness or jealousy, but something else, though I couldn’t put my hoof on the expression.

Everything Sunny did was slowed down as she sat quietly. Her breathing was so slow, that the only sign of life I saw was her snail-pace blink. The mare sank into me, leaning more and more into my figure.

“I’m scared of them,” Sunny whispered.

“Of who?” I asked. “Who’s them?”

“I’m answering your question. Long-term relationships.”

“You are? Wait- Oh! OH!” After realizing what Sunny was talking about, I nodded and said, “I know that feeling.”

Sunny shook her head, “Not what I feel. You’re thinking about being heartbroken I’m sure.”

“The mind-reading unicorn speaks the truth,” I admitted as she hit the nail on the head.

A laugh hummed in Sunny’s throat. “Lucky guess.”

“Sure.”

I reached an arm around her neck, welcoming Sunny to further enjoy my body heat. “So if it’s not heartbreak you’re concerned about, then what is?” I asked.

When Sunny stared up at me with parted lips, I saw true fear deep within her liquified pupils. “I don’t want to die in the line of duty…” Sunny whispered. Tears quickly followed after one blink. “...and leave the pony I love behind!”

I applauded Sunny for forcing such a hard thing to say by lifting my arms and pulling the mare deep into my figure. The truth came forward along with a quivering body, shaky breathing, and vocal sobbing. No doubt did Sunny’s crying wake Mellow up. It was only a matter of time before Mellow would come forth and add her own comfort.

I rubbed my forehooves across Sunny’s back, whispering gentle hushes into her ear. “Let it all out, Sunny,” I said. “You’re safe with me.”

Sunny curled into me, desperate for the bad thoughts to go away. She was terrified by the prospect of falling in the line of duty. Even if I pledged loyalty and had the courage to die for the protection of Equestria, I would be afraid of how I would perish.

Would I be punctured with arrows as I protected a comrade? Would I be bested by a better swordspony with a quick stab through the heart? Or would I gargle over my own blood as a figure of stealth slit my throat during a routine walk along the wall at night?

The unicorn in my arms might very well have pondered those ideas and more. Just the three I mustered up were enough to clench my jaw in discomfort.

Sunny had managed to control herself into a stable pattern of breathing after what felt like an hour. The whites in her eyes were bloodshot, crippled by the madness of fear.

I wanted to kiss Sunny and let that be a strong enough remedy to cure what festered within the beautiful unicorn.

If only physical affection could do such a thing. At that point, a kiss would only be a distraction.

Sunny rested her head on my chest, my heart beating in her ear. She stared at the wall and remained ever so still with the occasional huff from her belly.

I pondered the present scenarios that had been presented that evening. Mellow’s escape from Cloudsdale and her firing. Sunny’s fear of death and departure. And my pathetic feelings about being hurt by another mare.

I shook my head in self-disappointment, drawing Sunny’s eyes to me. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I’m ashamed of myself,” I said.

Sunny furrowed her brows. “About what? Not being able to make me feel better in an instant?”

For once, Sunny’s telekinesis failed her. “No,” I answered. “I feel like my emotions about heartbreak doesn't compare to you or Mellow’s current issues.”

Sunny’s brows bent further inward.“Don’t be like that!” the mare bluntly spoke. Sunny’s upset mood did not force her to push me away, thankfully.

“But-”

“I SAID! No.”

Sunny gingerly placed her forehead upon my frontal lobe. “Look at me,” Sunny whispered, her tone nearly mute.

Like a shameful colt, I looked down and didn’t heed Sunny. Why was she upset with me? It was true. My dilemma didn’t compare to Sunny, nor Mellow.

“You think that matters?” Sunny asked. “You think that because I have a greater tier of an issue, you shouldn’t be as upset as you were earlier?”

Still looking down, I answered, “Yes…”

I felt a light pat on the shoulder. “Well knock that off then.”

“Hey, watch that strength of yours,” I joked.

A much harder, but soft tap on the shoulder quickly followed the comment. “Then don’t cut yourself down.” I saw Sunny’s cheeks raise and felt her brow let off some tension.

Sunny slid down my body until she found my eyes. Her playful nature never left her, even during her difficult struggle. “It doesn’t matter the extremity, Copper. Pain still held you back, right?”

I nodded without looking away from Sunny. “It did.”

“I can understand why you would. And I’m sure you know why I am afraid, too.”

I nodded once more. “Full-heartedly.”

Sunny brushed her cheek and lips at the center of my throat. The gentle, soft motion tickled every nerve she touched. A moan was inevitable, and it was quite loud because I was not expecting Sunny’s affection.

A few giggles left Sunny before she continued speaking, “Talking about what hurts is never a bad thing. It lets off stress that if left unchecked, can lead to more suffering.”

I heard Sunny swallow something in her throat. “A while back, when I was moving through the ranks of the Canterlot guard, there was a stallion named Bright Peak.”

“He sounds related to you,” I interjected.

“No. Relation,” Sunny said in quick succession. “Anyways, he was always willing to work and do his duty. But one day, he had to… neutralize a threat.” I kept quiet, noting Sunny’s lack of using “kill” internally. “After the incident, fellow guards asked Bright if he was okay and affected by what he had to do. But Bright shrugged and claimed to be fine and had to do his duty.”

I had a terrible feeling as to where the story was going. I prayed to Celestia the tale of Bright Peak didn’t fall to a terrible end.

“As the weeks went on, Bright’s character changed. He didn’t want to go on patrol and wanted to remain in the castle.” My body was clenched by Sunny’s shivering arms and legs. “Then he was caught one day trying to- to end his life…”

A sigh rushed out from my held-in breath. The ending I feared didn’t happen.

“His closest friend, Ruby, confronted him with so much anger and hurt that the guards had to restrain her.”

I rested my chin on Sunny’s head. “Why?” I asked. “Why didn’t he say anything?”

“He wanted to be strong on his own,” Sunny said. “Bright wanted to handle the stress of taking a life on his own. But guilt started to poison him.”

“Did Bright feel that the pony he killed didn’t-”

“Try-!” Sunny began to tremble as if two tectonic plates crashed into one another. “Try to avoid that word, please,” she begged.

I didn’t answer with an “okay,” but I brushed my cheek on her face in response. Sunny moaned softly, distracted by the friction. The instant I connected with her, I forgot about the topic. Pleasure really was a facade that night, a mask without eyes. Only when there was no pleasing to give, the mask fell off, shattering upon the ground and force the wearer the horrors of the world.

Carefully, I chose my specific synonym of death. “Did Bright feel guilty about the pony he felled?”

“More than that,” Sunny answered. I was glad that she didn’t shudder at my question. “Bright’s action hurt the family and friends of the pony who- acted out of hoof to the extreme. The pony had foals. Loved ones. And Bright felt like he stole their friend away.”

I had to close my eyes to blockade the tears that threatened to escape.

“A lot of ponies close to Bright certainly gave him a good scolding, considering him being in the Canterlot guard,” Sunny continued. “Not out of heartlessness, but fear. They were afraid of what-ifs. What if they didn’t catch him in time?”

I didn’t want to think about what-ifs, but the ideas were quickly rooted and began to sprout like thorny weeds. The thoughts did not hinder me from speaking. “Aren’t we all petrified by what-ifs.”

“Yeah,” Sunny said, her voice still hurting. “In all honesty, you’re much stronger than I am as of tonight.”

I lurched my head backward and looked at the unicorn in confusion. “How so?”

“You faced your fears tonight.”

“I mean-” When I gave the idea more thought, it was the hard truth. I could have been another stallion who wanted a one-night stand with both of them and be done in the morning. But that’s not where my heart lies. I wanted more than physical contact, and it was not sex. I wanted a friend. It was the simple fact that Mellow and Sunny were mares made me shy away from them before Sunny introduced herself to me.

“I’ll be perfectly honest,” Sunny said, “there are mares who would take advantage of a golden heart like yours.” I swallowed as another what-if idea started to sink its sharp point into my brain, but Sunny read my mind and nuzzled my muzzle. “But the probability of that happening is, well, I’m just not sure. Because now is now, right?”

I nodded, “It is. And I am so blessed to have met you and Mellow.” My heart fluttered at the automatic response as it spoke on its own.

“Hehe, me too,” Sunny giggled. “Including you and her.”

A sigh escaped through Sunny’s nose. “I just wish I had your strength to truly face those what-ifs and tell them to buck off. But I am afraid of the chance of- of-”

The shaking returned but didn’t compare to earlier. Sunny furrowed her brows and clenched her jaw. Tears ran down her face and patted the pillow. “Let’s just say what-if we became a couple and I- died-!”

I pulled Sunny into me as much as I could. I wanted to be sure there were no gaps between us.

“-I just… I don’t want to leave you behind!” Sunny cried. The what-if idea was too strong for me to bear. My own tears appeared to express that I understood Sunny. The mere concept did make me worry about the mare in my clutches.

“I know the mortality rate of a Canterlot guard is low!” Sunny continued with heavy breathing and sobs. “I know it’s all very unlikely! But the fact that I could have died that day cripples me! The unlikely chance of combat happened! And- it could happen again! And I could die the second time around!”

Cracking at Sunny’s much tougher shell looked near impossible to crack. What should I tell her to do then? Abandon her career? Leave her comrades in arms? Ditch protecting Princess Celestia? I assumed those were the questions that kept her from leaving her duties.

It could, I repeated in my head. The words bounced around inside my head as if it were hollow, echoing over and over again. But how would Sunny know? She may have the capability of reading minds, mine specifically. However, I know Sunny does not possess the ability to foresee the future. Even she was blind to the events that took place at her home until they happened.

Suddenly, I felt like the answer came to me.

“Sunny,” I whispered softly. My volume distracted the unicorn from her sobs. She stirred around and looked at me with eyes that hoped for a solution for her ales. “You are afraid of what-ifs.” Sunny nodded as if it were a question. “But have you thought of good what-ifs?”

“Hmm?” Sunny hummed curiously.

My heart started to thump hard, each pulse tapping Sunny’s chest to keep her attention on me. “Like… what if… what if we in some other universe became a couple.” Afraid Mellow was listening, I said in a much louder tone, “I know I am destined for Mellow!”

Sunny giggled as her mind-reading was at work no doubt.

“But what-if it was only you and I that met,” I said to Sunny. “And what-if we became a couple despite your fears.” I placed a hoof under her chin to angle it up a few degrees. “Imagine all the other what-ifs that could happen!”

Each picture across the room spectated me with enthusiastic smiles. If Sunny was among the Canterlot guard, bound to protect the citizens from harmful foes, I would do the same emotionally and protect her from the harmful thoughts that affected that smile I was certain at that point I was in love with.

“Just imagine the what-ifs, Sunny!” I repeated with stronger enthusiasm. “We will never know those what-ifs, but I know they would be beautiful.”

Sunny responded with the brightest smile she could create. She closed her eyes, squeezing the pools of salty tears from her lids. That smile replicated a sun rising from behind rain clouds after a heavy pour. “You’re so sweet!” Sunny said.

I didn’t just crack her negative shell. I smashed it. And I wanted to stomp every piece of that shell to dust.

“But I’m not finished,” I said with my deep voice.

“Then tell me those wonderful-” Sunny brushed my cheek with her own and whispered into my ear, “-and handsome what-ifs.”

And by Celestia, I spoke. “We would go on various dates, consisting of simple walks, fancy dinners, and a lot of cuddling.”

“I like that last part,” Sunny purred. The unicorn grinded her body against my front, slowly rousing my still body to do the same. I drove my cheek onto her neck, brushing it and part of my lip on it. A cute “ah!” slipped out of Sunny before she retaliated with a Prance kiss. She crawled on top of me, as I submitted to her embrace and passion.

She was a little heavy for my liking, but I refused to tell her that. It would kill the mood entirely and worse...

When our lips parted with a smack, Sunny asked, “What else would we do?”

I lifted my pelvis, grinding hard at Sunny’s pussy. She and I sang a moan together before I spoke again. “We would, on the occasion, go to the beach and watch the sunrise.”

“Ooo, I like that!” Sunny said.

“And every time we saw the sunrise, I would say, ‘I love how there are two suns.’”

A slight tickle of horror scratched the marrow of my spine. Tears started to escape Sunny. I was complimenting her, yet she was crying. However, that wide smile remained. “And what if I came home from a bad day from work?” Sunny spoke with a cracked tone. “What would you do?”

I realized Sunny was overwhelmed by my words. Never in my career brought a pony to tears during my pitches. Sure, I have made several mares tell me I come up with wonderful phrases for pitches, particularly a chick-flick dubbed Never Let Go, but that still didn’t make them cry with emotion.

“I wouldn’t think about anything else but you,” I said.

“Good to know.” Sunny booped my nose before she said, “Continue.”

I was glad to not ponder what to say and instead moved. I started to roll over and Sunny got off. She blinked at me with curiosity, her smile still omnipresent when I sat upright. We faced each other as I imagined those tears were not joyous ones. My brow gently rested onto her forehead. “I would caress you and tell you that I’m there for you.”

Both of my arms slipped under Sunny’s pits, lifting her further into my figure. Sunny hummed and brushed her cheek on top of my heart, damping it slightly with her tears. “I would treat you with a love that kills any negative thoughts.”

My imagination became a little too intense when I realized too late that I said the word “love.” Thankfully, Sunny did not either notice or care.

“Yes, kill those nasty thoughts!” Sunny cheered. “They suck!”

Her hooves slid down my back, and I knew exactly where they were headed. “Can you give me an idea of how you would make the big, bad, mean, and hurtful things the day might have brought me?”

Sunny applied light pressure to my flank, her breast stamped against me. If she wanted to play, I was going to give her my everything. I tossed myself backward, plopping onto the pillow with Sunny cascading with me. The mare yelped and poked my nose with her daggered muzzle. “That’s not how you make bad thoughts go away. Scaring a mare when she is-”

It was easy to silent Sunny with a passionate, opened-mouth kiss. I lifted my hips, my cock no longer shy and ready to aid me in my endeavor. Sunny gasped, parting her lips to take in a deep breath. She sat up, looking between her legs. Sunny said nothing but waved her hips back and forth. My moan was music to her ears, encouraging Sunny to begin slowly grinding up and down.

“I think it’s self-explanatory as to what you would do to make me happy,” Sunny said. “And now…”

Sunny started to lift herself, the juices from her pussy webbing a few inches before snapping. A yellow hoof gently took my dick and started to drift it toward the slit between Sunny’s legs. Her smile faltered as she started to take every inch of my cock, yet it remained triumphantly.

I became her throne of pleasure. She gazed down upon me, sitting upright, while I was heavily breathing from the slippery slide my cock had just endured.

“Tell me more happy what-ifs,” Sunny said and lifted herself before clapping her flank on my pelvis. We both moaned together, hers a muffled note; mine was more of a grunt. “Not including sex,” she added.

“I didn’t know we had to have rules,” I joked.

Sunny did a quick bounce on my cock, catching me by surprise. “Just be romantic for me.” She glided down to me, resting her belly onto my figure. “Please,” she begged in a whisper.

In unison, Sunny and I rolled our hips like a well-cogged machine. Each motion a lubricated sensation for us both. Again, Sunny’s weight was a bit much, but I said nothing on the matter. Besides, I was too busy moaning.

“Tell me more,” Sunny begged again, licking and sucking at my throat.

Dialogue during sex was already difficult considering it is a physical activity. But I was not going to have my last moments with Sunny be lousy.

“I w-would be there at the door every m-moohh… morning,” I stuttered. “K-kiss you goodb-bye. J-just not too m-much. Otherwise, I w-w-would arouse you with my s-s-sexy demeanor.”

“You’d be surprised what you can do in fifteen minutes,” Sunny said without a break in her voice. “Continue.”

I did want to resume. But there was a position I wanted to try first. “Get onto your belly, please,” I said, patting Sunny’s yellow flank.

Sunny was amused by my suggestion. “What do you plan on doing to me?”

“I just want to be a little closer to your ear.” And to not be crushed by her. Surely, death by sex would be quite a way to go. However, I was not ready to part from the world.

Sunny removed herself, my cock flopping back and hitting my chest. The way she laid down was stunning. Her head was slightly cocked downward as if shy. She rocked back and forth, dragging my eyes to her flank. “Come and get me!”

I scrambled over and flushed because I was stunned by her attractive figure. Sunny giggled at my fragile sense of being easily flustered. “Can I… not talk about what-ifs anymore?”

“Hmm?” Sunny turned her head. “Is something wrong?”

“N-no,” I answered as I gazed upon her back. “I just-” An even heavier weight started to grab at my heart. “I want to talk about what-is’s.”

The mare giggled at my silly suggestion. “Well tell me what is’s on your mind.”

I gave Sunny a strong stare to show that I meant what I was about to say. “What is is that I think you are- very beautiful!”

Sunny gasped, “Copper! Why are you crying!”

“Because- I am so grateful for you!” I sobbed. The weight was too much to bear. I couldn’t hide it anymore, lest it would kill me. “You are a one-of-a-kind, Sunny! You broke away a fear that I could not avoid when mares were involved! But in a matter of hours, you’ve garnered my trust and that you wouldn’t hurt me!”

I looked through my blurry vision and poked my cock between the crack of Sunny’s flank, feeling for her pussy. “And I want to return the favor! I want to give you a fraction of what you’ve done!”

A hot flare poked my dick’s head. I found it. I pushed deep into Sunny. “Oh Copper!” she cried. Our lips crashed together, following a sloppy Prance kiss. Sunny’s back was a warm surface, and her flank was bouncy with every thrust I gave her.

Emotion and pleasure accelerated even higher. “What is is that both Mellow and I are grateful for you! Don’t you think for a second you haven’t done enough! You’ve gone beyond what was expected! And I know we both want you to find that special somepony!”

I saw tears shimmer from Sunny’s cheeks. I didn’t need to worry about them being sorrowful. Her moans were high-pitched, but not too loud.

“It may take days, months, even years to overcome your fear! But you’ve shattered mine! And I want to obliterate yours!”

I was short of breath, but my ramming increased. I was not finished. “Those what-ifs are things you want! Maybe not with me, but with another pony! How wonderful it would be if Mellow and me became not what-ifs, but what will be, and soon, what is!”

“Your choice is your choice alone! You gave me the option to back down, yet I took the chance! All I can say is that I am blessed to have met you! To be with you! To make love with you! To be your friend! If that’s the best I can do, then please believe me!”

“I believe you, Copper!” Sunny sang loudly.

With everything said, there was one last thing to do. “Are you almost there?” I huffed into Sunny’s ear.

“Mm-hmm!” she mumbled through her tears. Her horn illuminated, the light casting our shadows on the walls. “Finish with me, Copper!”

I could not pick up any more speed to my ruts. Thankfully, my cock was starting to swell with great pleasure, so there was no need. “I’m cumming soon!”

“CUM WITH ME!”

I bore down as much weight as I thought necessary onto Sunny that wouldn’t hurt her. Every sound stimulated my senses as I began to cum. Sunny’s moans, the touch of her body, the claps against her flank. And even more, her belief in my feelings. The sensation lasted for quite some time. It felt like minutes. The twisting knot in my side didn’t stop me because my heart wanted to continue giving Sunny what she needed: safety, clarity, and happiness. My cock pulsed, each grip was an ecstasy-filled feeling that rippled throughout my nerves. With its limit reached, my penis started to lose its tough form and became flaccid. I still humped, unwilling to accept the moment was over.

Suddenly, my body was lifted in the air by Sunny’s magic and hovered a few inches above the panting mare. She placed me beside her, then embraced me with a tight hug. I was still huffing from my lack of oxygen and an emotional heart. Why was I still crying? I thought my tears would be spent. Then again, I would wonder why Sunny managed to shed a few of her own after sobbing earlier too.

As we looked into one another, I figured why that smile of hers was so lovely. The way her cheeks lifted those tiny freckles close to her eyes. Many of the mares in Canterlot would find birthmarks a blemish, an imperfection. But not me. Those freckles were unique for a unique unicorn named Sunny Day.

“Copper?” Sunny asked, rubbing my back.

“Hmm?” I mumbled, not able to speak coherently.

A kiss met my cheek. “Thank you.”

Like a bird adjusting into its nest, Sunny made herself comfortable and scooted closer and closer to me. But her position would not last long. The squeak of her door snapped our attention to Mellow who stood in the dark all alone.