Sunny's Golden Life

This is a story about my daughter and I’s move from one life into another, and the joys that surrounded us.

The stress of being a single dad living in a metropolis and being a widower was just too much. To think of that word, widower, in relation to myself still hurts to this day, but what's worse is that my daughter was orphaned from her mother. We hadn’t even started a herd yet because we were waiting for the right time and we waited too long, it turned out.

Free time was sparse after Willow died; I kept busy as a hornets nest from the time I woke up until my nightly bath where Sun Drop, our daughter, and I would wash one another and talk about our day. It was also the only time I could find to help her with her magic practice since magic kindergarten was still two years away for her at the time.

Sunny was three when her mother died and my big filly was already in her first year of standard EEA schooling; basics such as reading, writing, and instilling the belief that the same things that ponies have is what makes us more united as a species, and that whole ‘the little differences don’t matter’, thing tries to cover up how the three pony tribes really are different.

It wasn’t a great life to live over the year between losing Willow and being alone… to finding love in my daughter that nopony I could talk to could ever truly understand. After several escalating events, I found a new way to carry on in my life and didn’t feel alone as long as Sunny was with me.

It was at the point that I made the error of doing something that left my mark, and by mark I mean scent and cream, inside of Sunny's body. It was because of that that I chose to move and use the stress of being reminded of the past as the reason.

I felt that coming here would offer Sunny a more peaceful life, as opposed to the constant stressers of the city, and a better future with new experiences that she couldn't have in Equestria. Also, being a lime-green colored stallion, I foalishly hoped it might darken my fur color a little.

I was young and stupid, I admit. When I was in first grade I thought that I could change my eye color from natural brown to silver because a colt I was friends with had silver eyes and they looked really cool on him. The potion turned my mane color from peach to pink with blue stripes and I was called Candy Mane for the rest of that month.

Now, Sunlight Fall; that filly is as white as a cloud on a sunny day with eyes like the golden ring I placed on her mother’s horn the day we began our lives together.

I’ve always impressed to Sunny that she’s perfect just the way she is and that I’ll always believe in her.

I managed to find a nice house in the western area of a village named Barbas to the north of where I now live. The house was two stories, just rightly sized for the two of us with room to add a couple more, if it were to happen.

The move took me two trips, the second had the last of my furniture, memories, and my daughter for the eight day trek by hoof and cart.

I was in the process of moving my kitchen table around the kitchen for the best placement when I heard a tiny knock at the front door. It was so tiny I’d have missed it if I wasn’t taking a little break to rest my magic and look at the distance between the round table and wall space.

It was a sitting table so there weren't any chairs to worry about, which gave us more space, but it just didn't seem right and the distraction was welcome.

I opened the door and looked down to a filly that was incredibly cute. She’s a jet-black filly with a bright mustard-yellow mane who stood outside my front door with a warm pie on a hoofmade ceramic plate balanced on her back.

She was just tall enough to reach my own back standing at her full height and she was the only one at my doorstep. “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Black Night, but you can call my Nighty, and I’m here to welcome you to the neighborhood!

"My mommy maked you a pie and it's really good, cuz mommy maked two and we ated one before when you were gone away, and mommy said I couldn't have the other one, this one, cuz it's for you, so here you go."

She turned her side to me and the pie started to slip, so I caught it in my magic with a smile. I looked over her and leaned my head out of my door to check the street. It was almost noon and nopony seemed to be out and about. Small town life is certainly different and uncomfortable for big city ponies, at first especially.

I thought it was odd, but being new to living rural, I figured it was a normal thing to have random fillies and colts deliver treats to stallions unsupervised. “Come on in, I’m Golden Morning,” I introduced myself and let her pass. “As long as it’s okay with your family, that is. Is your mom the one who told you to bring this pie?”

Nighty giggled and trotted past me into my home. “Nope, I did it all by myself. All the adults are working or shopping, my mom’s at her friend’s’s house and she says I’m too little to go with her, and I can’t fly cuz Astarte didn’t gave me wings so I have to stay at home, and I’m bored cuz all my friends are doin’ stuff. But now that you’re here, maybe I can have a friend to play with, cuz mommy said you gots a filly I can be friends with, so can I meet her?”

I nodded in understanding. “Ah, yes. My daughter, Sunlight, would love to meet you! She’s just napping after a long morning of moving stuff around her room, I’ll go check if she’s awake for you, just play around the toys in that box; they’re hers.”

“Really?!” Nighty said with a hop. “That’d be swell. Ya know what? The nearest foal I can play with is three blocks away and smells like mud and rubbing alcohol because she has a science cutie mark,” Nighty looked back at her flank, “I hope mine is gonna be something that isn’t smelly or weird like that, cuz that alcohol stuff smells gross.”

I chuckled and waved at her to get her attention. “Don’t worry about it. Whatever you get will be what you deserve, okay?” I said and turned to show her mine. “See, I got a set of lollipops because I made my own and shared with the class. Maybe yours will be about pies, since this smells amazing.”

“Thanks,” Nighty’s cheeks tinted a little and it was adorable, “do you still make sweets?”

I shook my head. “No, I actually make something called aether induced thaumic crossway power converters; they’re special gems that make lights turn on or things move so everypony can use magic, not just unicorns like me,” I said tapping my horn carefully with my forehoof. Nighty was clearly uninterested as soon as I started talking about crossway’s, so I moved to leave and I pointed to the toy area. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll set this yummy pie in the kitchen and you can play with the toys in the living room while I go get Sunlight.”

Nighty giggled and skipped away, her tail swaying not enough for me to see anything, which was good because I didn’t need to start falling in love with somepony’s filly that I just met. Besides, she was there for my daughter. I’d have time to get to know her and her family before I took any chances or gave her a creamy filling outside my short fantasy.

I set the pie in the kitchen and went across the house and upstairs to Sunny’s room. She was still on her bed, asleep where I’d left her after having her help move stuff through the rooms until she was exhausted. I nudged her with my snout and she hummed happily, reaching out with her forelegs and wrapping my muzzle, pulling me close to hold me while she slept.

She grumbled and nuzzled my snout, “Daddy, no more moving. I wanna snuggle.”

“I’m sorry, Sunny,” I apologized, and pulled free “but there’s a filly that brought a pie and wants to meet you.”

Sunny gasped and was out the door and scampering down the hallway and then the stairs before I could laugh at her excitement. Before I could catch up, Sunny had made it to the other filly and was talking about herself and where we were from.

I made sure to leave the front door open a bit so people knew I was home if they went looking for Nighty. I made snacks for the fillies to eat while they played, meanwhile I decided to read a book on the couch, for what little I could. I had to move the furniture still and now I had two fillies playing all around the room.

The fillies were fast friends and were side by side the whole time Nighty was over playing; they spent time exploring the house, going to the bathroom, and of course, playing with toys and screaming as girls do while chasing one another.

There was a soft knock on the front door and my ears went up, hopeful that it was Nighty’s father, so I could talk with a stallion about local sports or catch some juicy gossip. I got off the couch and went quickly to answer it, finding a very attractive burnt-orange colored pegasus mare that blushed when she saw me. Her sea blue eyes danced across my body and I was glad I was turned slightly to show her my form. She swallowed and brushed her black mane that shimmered in the daylight from her face so I could see both her eyes more clearly. “Hi, can I help you?” I asked.

“Um, y-y-yes. I-i’m B-black N-n-night’s m-m-mother. It’s s-s-upper t-t-time, alm-m-most.”

“Ah, well, she’s playing with my daughter, actually. I’m Golden Morning and you are?” I introduced myself and bowed my horn to her, ignoring her serious stuttering problem.

“O-o-oh, w-wh-here are m-m-my m-man-ners? I’m S-sk-sky S-st-streaker... I h-hope m-my st-st-stutter isn’t t-to t-tr-troubling, it only h-ha-a-happens b-badly wh-wh-wh-when I’m n-n-nervous,” she flinched when she was done talking, as though she couldn’t believe what she’d said.

I smiled and really didn’t mind, it was cute and kind of endearing. “Well, that’s fine. I hope I can help you feel more comfortable. Please, come in,” I invited her and she cautiously walked in past me. I leaned in and breathed in her scent as she passed and she was as sweet and aromatic as a filly right out of the bath. I have to have her sit on my couch, I told myself.

“Girls, Nighty’s mother is here,” I announced and the fillies both jabbered before running to greet the burnt-orange mare. “Sunny, this is Sky Streaker, Nighty’s mommy.”

Nighty hopped in place. “Yeah, she’s the bestest mommy in the world! Don’t make fun of her because sometimes she talks funny, okay Sunny?” Nighty said sternly, well, as sternly as a foal her age could manage.

I stifled a chuckle. “Now, that’s not a nice thing for anypony to do,” I said looking at the awkward mare. “I think she speaks lovely and is perfectly unique.”

Sky Streaker blushed and turned her head to hide her blue eyes behind her black mane. “Oh… th-th-thank y-y-yo-you. Th-that’s very s-s-sweet of y-y-yo-you,” she stomped her hoof onto the floor with a soft thud, thankfully she was on carpet, “of you t-t-to s-s-say,” she finally finished with a small exhale.

“It’s true,” I said with a wink that the fillies noticed and giggled loudly at. Before they started their foalish chants about special someponies and trees and whatnot, I interrupted. “It’s time for Nighty to go,” the fillies whined and tried to puppy dog eye me. No luck on me, but Sky Streaker…

She turned her head but couldn’t avert her eyes from two sets of lasers set to adorable being blasted into her very soul. “Nighty, m-maybe y-y-y-y…” Sky stopped and whined, then stomped a hoof with her eyes shut. “Friends. Come o-over. Food.”

I caught on and used my magic to lightly tug Sunny’s ear. “Sunny, would you like to go to your friend’s house for supper?”

“Yeah! Can I, daddy?” Sunny asked me and I nodded, getting happy squeals from the fillies as they ran from the house and across the street.I looked at Sky Streaker.

“Thank you for that, my little Sunlight needs friends; she’s been through a lot lately and I’m sure it means a lot to her.”

Sky Streaker was trembling and blushing brightly making her seem a bit purple in her cheeks. She opened her mouth a couple times, then stomped her hoof on the floor, turned around, and used her wing against my hind leg to start walking me to the door. “Oh, I can come too?” I asked in good humor. “I’m so lucky you’re asking, I was going to count the flakes of cereal in the box,” I said, but she wasn’t laughing.

Sky nodded while nervously twitching her ears and looking down the street from side to side. She was taking a huge personal risk, it seemed, and I wasn’t going to stop her. Free food is free food. “Well, who am I to say no to such an urgent request?” I joked and trotted ahead so she’d stop pushing me. We crossed the street to a house across and one over from mine and whenI reached the front door I gestured for her to pass first.

Sky lived in a nice two story house that was taller than it was wide, but it was longer, too, to make up for lost space, I suppose. It was clearly designed for a taller local to walk in to as noted by the door being tall enough for Princess Celestia to walk into with only a little bow of her horn. Once I was inside I asked a question that wasn’t supposed to be stupid. “So, where’s the mister?” I asked as I looked around the living room casually.

I looked back to see Sky Streaker looking at a photograph that had a dried white rose atop it. I felt like I was just bucked in my gut by Sunny when we’d wrestle and my heart ached for Sky and Nighty’s loss, but I didn’t hesitate when asking the obvious. “Would you mind if I asked how?”

Sky Streaker shook her head. The sound of happy fillies playing upstairs made us both smile and Sky Streaker led me to the kitchen. The stew smelled amazing and she pulled fresh bread from the oven and put it right onto the table, then sliced it using her wings to hold the knife and bread steady.

Sky Streaker sighed and stirred the pot of stew with her wing, her eyes on the floor. “H-h-h-he wa-was…” she paused and I could tell she was thinking of how to say something through her stutter. “C-cart acci-accident.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said softly and lowered my head in respect, “we lost my wife, Willow, recently as well. I know how bad it is… so, can I do anything to help with supper, he asked to change the topic,” I stated like I was narrating.

She smirked and shook her head, then her smile fell and she looked up and stretched her wings wide, then pulled them to her sides with a snap of air. Sky Streaker tapped her hoof once and glanced at the ceiling with her eyes welling with tears. “Nighty’s… w-...”

I looked at the ceiling and then to the mare whose eyes were moist, but she still wasn’t letting tears fall. She tapped her hoof once, ruffled her wings, then stomped her hoof again while her lips tried to work, but she couldn’t say what she was trying to say, but her wings kept moving awkwardly and she kept looking at the ceiling trying to mouth a word that started with a ‘w’.

That’s when it dawned on me and I gasped. My blood chilled and I felt my heart lurch as I met her eyes, the knowledge that something had happened to change the filly for life was shocking. I held Sky close as she let her emotions loose and she cried into my coat while I held her, wondering if Nighty knew of what had happened to her.

Seconds turned into a minute before Sky Streaker spoke up. “Willow, how?”

“She was sick, very sick with a rare infection that eats the horn from the inside and travels into the brain; the hospitals couldn’t help her. She didn’t make it,” I said to Sky Streaker and I let a sob escape me before I knew it. We held one another for several more seconds before separating. “So,” I said, using my magic to bring a couple of clean cloths to us, “about Nighty...?”

Sky nodded and then held a wing to my lips. She left the room quickly and returned with a child size chalkboard. Holding some white chalk in her lips, she tapped and scratched a short message and showed it to me.

Nighty born pegasi
Lost wing in accident so doctors take other
Lose Tredor tRee -husband almost Nighty
Nighty dose kow, not understand yet

I looked at the board and it just… I couldn’t think after reading the events she summarized in a broken sentence, and again my eyes met Sky’s. She wiped a tissue across her eyes smearing some makeup she didn’t need, to be honest, then wiped the board and wrote again.

Stong fily keeps future bright
Much can happen, no to sad I am for Tree
Ded saving Nighty. Any questions?

Sky looked at me with curiosity, as though this was what she was waiting for and was ready with several answers. I smirked at the strength this small family had and has, then shrugged. “when do we eat?”

Sky Streaker started to laugh quietly at the topic change and I felt a little giggle escape. She gestured for me to sit down at the table in the next room and then she went to a wooden plank screwed into the wall. It was a bit worn and I learned why when her hoof struck the board three times quickly.

“Coming, mommy,” Nighty shouted and little hooves ran down the stairs seconds later. “We’re here. See, Sunny, that’s how my mommy lets me know it’s time to eat because she doesn’t talk so good.”

Sunny looked at me. “Why’s Sky talk funny, daddy?”

I tapped the spot beside me. “It’s called a stutter and it happens when a pony makes the sound of a word a couple times before they say it,” I answered to Sky Streakers pleasure. “It’s not serious, but it can be bothersome when trying to talk. Right, Sky Streaker?”

“P-please, ca-call me Sky. Th-there’s a l-lot of S-sky’s, b-but I l-like it m-more than my f-full name.”

“What, you don’t like to be called Streaker?” I asked and Sky slyly slapped me with her primaries, so I slipped subjects. “Sky… I think that’s a nice change. As long as our daughters are friends, I only need one Sky beside me,” I said and then facehoofed. “Wow, that was so cheesy. I apologize, my mouth went faster than my brain.”

I heard a giggle and looked up to see Sky smiling at me, her sadness was gone and a look of hope was there instead. I liked it because it filled me with hope and a little inspiration.

“I-it’s fine, I…” she looked away from me and her black mane was again between her left eye and me, hiding her completely, “I d-don’t mi-ind.”

We ate supper as two families and afterwards the fillies played; Sky and I talked about the local life such as who to go to for what, who to avoid unless you want to be stuck talking for hours, and finally where to go for the best shopping. Before I knew it, it was eight o’clock and I had to take Sunny home to get ready for bed. “But, daddy, I don’t wanna go. Nighty’s my bestest friend, can I have a sleepover with her and you can sleep with her mommy?”

Sky and I laughed. Sky shrugged maybe implying yes to the fillies having a sleepover, but I shook my head. “No, I’m sorry, Sunny; not on the first night we move in. Tonight we’ll spend a little time getting settled before we go to bed, and we’re going to need a lot of time tomorrow to move our stuff around. I can do it by myself,” I tapped Sunny’s head under her horn, “but you need to learn responsibility and magical control.”

Sunny stuck out her tongue. “I don’t like responsibility, it’s boring.”

I picked Sunny up and put her on my back. “Boring or not, it has to be done. Sky, it was wonderful to meet you and I hope I’ll see you again tomorrow afternoon, maybe around lunch?”

Sky smiled and her eyes met mine. “Y-yes! Um, I m-me-mean t-th-that w-wou-- Yes, good, thank you.”

I noticed she tended to use short sentences when she could and I didn’t mind at all, and the stomping to get herself to focus was endearing. Sunny and I took our leave and when we returned home she spent ten minutes telling me about everything they did. I partially listened while drawing a bath for Sunny and then put her in while she went on with her story.

I use my hooves when I wash Sunny so while she talked I washed Sunny’s mane, coat, tail, and legs. I felt the usual stirring under my belly, this time when I was working her underbelly. I held her in my magic so I could reach her teats. The back of her head was on the edge of the tub and her withers were under the water, her legs were curled to her body, and her tail swayed with the flowing current I’d made moving her, exposing her personal bits to me fully.

I looked to make sure the window was closed and the curtains were drawn, then I slowed down when I covered her nipples with the cloth. She kept talking and opened her hind legs as I gently rubbed her little nubs with the cloth. Sunny trailed off sighing between words as I stimulated her. My other hoof started rubbing the back of her thigh up and down to further relax her.

Her vulva winked and I couldn’t help it when my cock grew with each heartbeat inside my chest.

“How about I join you, okay?” I offered and she nodded fervently. I released her from my magic so she’d sink under the surface while I climbed into the large tub, soaking in the warm water and enjoying the feeling it made as my coat became saturated and I felt it on my skin. “You didn’t even play in the bath, did you have that much fun today?” I asked Sunny. She shook her head as I moved closer and wrapped her legs around my flanks. “Well, let’s have some fun... I’ll get the bubbles and duckies,” I said and Sunny grinned.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun, daddy,” she turned away and lifted her tail when she ducked under the water to grab something, letting me see her tasty little snatch. I reached to her and held her hips and started to lower my hooves down her thighs, up and down. Sunny came up from under the water and rested her chin on the tub’s edge as I kept going, reacting again to my filly’s quiet moans. “Daddy,” Sunny asked, “I thought we were gonna play in the bubbles.”

I sighed quietly, stopping my rubbing and resting my hoof on her flank, then gave her a gentle spank. “You tricked me, you didn’t have to grab anything under there, did you?” Sunny giggled and nodded. I started to slide my hooves off her when the water splashed and I felt Sunny’s forehoof on mine, before I could take it off her blank flank.

“I didn’t say stop, daddy. I…” Sunny blushed and looked into the water. “it feeled nice. It feels good and gives me the tingles in my privates and tummy when you do that, and I like how you make me feel.”

“How about this,” I offered, “let’s play in the bath like normal, and afterwards I’ll help you with your tingles before bed… after we sort some furniture. Okay?”

Sunny thought it over and I watched her little clit wink, showing itself to me and telling me her answer before she said anything. “Okay.”

I wanted to just take her in the bath right then and there, since I was washing her and since she’s got a nearly alabaster white coat, my cum blends into her color really nice and she makes it a point to rub it into her fur before bed if I don’t stop her because she says it makes her fur extra soft.

Except her mane; purple with a pink and peach streak on the outside by her ears. Could there be a worse color to have as a filly when begging for bit shots? She’s as eager as ever to have me unload on her face and muzzle, but when it gets in her mane it shows, made worse by her flat style it just… it’s a pain to get out of her mane if I don’t move fast enough with my magic.

I’ll be honest, trying to focus on magic when my legs are about to give out and my filly’s calling ‘daddy, daddy’ while rubbing herself, licking my hot cream from her face, and using a vibrator as she looks into my eyes while she cums; trying to cast a cum removal spell isn’t exactly on my mind.

I finished washing her and soaped her all over again just to make sure she was clean. I added some bubbles and let her play with them while I washed myself, then we played imaginative bath games with little duckies, bubbles, and a lot of imagination until the water turned tepid.

I made certain to hold Sunny still while I groomed her and brushed her everywhere I could. We arranged her room and put her books on the shelf I’d brought with us, hung her dresses in the closet with some fancy saddles she’d wear for special occasions or around the apartment to let me know she wanted me to mount and ride her; as well as some of her toys and dolls. “All done, daddy. Bedtime story?” Sunny asked and I agreed.

I read her a short little story about giving a hamster some alfalfa and the merits of sharing being a form of caring, and then kissed Sunny’s lips for a long second before I teasingly moved away to the door.

“Daddy?” Sunny asked as I reached the door. She kicked her covers off, rolled to her belly, and flicked her tail aside. “I thought you were gonna make my tingles go away from before,” she said with a pout. I grinned and flipped the lights off, then moved to kneel beside the bed and used my magic to part her filly lips so I could see the dark pink walls inside her.

“Okay, as long as I get to finish, too.” I said, sniffing her scent from a few inches away.

Sunny rolled her eyes. “Duh, daddy. Awe,” she whined, “I wish I’d remembered before bathtime, you coulda maked all your cum go on my face. I really like that,” she giggled and rubbed the fur on her cheek.”It makes me soft like silky. Except when it gets in my ears,” she shivered and stuck out her tongue at me. “It feels gross in my ears, daddy, don’t laugh.”

I used my magic carefully turning so her cute little rump was at muzzle height for me. “I trust you, my little sleeve, now get ready for big tickles and try to give daddy a nice drink,” I teased her and she kicked her hind leg out gently, hitting me on my neck.

“Daddy, you can only call me that on special nights,” she said with a bit more humor than I was expecting, making me wonder who wanted this sexual relationship more at times. My fantasy was planned during supper an hour earlier.

I was gonna think about Nighty on the other side of Sunny, lying on her back with her hind legs curled to her body while getting licked by my daughter.

I’d get Sunny to cum and then I’d mount her and call her my little cock sleeve while humping her for maybe a minute before pulling out and cumming across my filly’s back and mane, my cum would go so far as to reach and splatter onto the black filly’s belly. Sunny would cum again with Nighty, both of them giving me little squeaks between them as they peaked, then Sunny would lick my seed from Nighty’s belly.

They’d kiss and cuddle, then fall asleep after they licked the cum from the length of my cock.

With that in my mind and a raging rod touching the floor, I used my magic to move Sunny’s tail out of the way and thought about tying her mane and tail together one of these nights and letting her have a playdate with a filly friend, supervised by me, of course, where they’d both stay like that and I’d give them turns on the tongue ride.

Okay, maybe I kept fantasizing as I went on through the evening.

I licked my lips and dragged my tongue across her slit from her clit to her puckered asshole, then lowered so I could wiggle my tongue inside her hind lips. She shuddered and I used my forehooves to hold her hips in place as I started swirling my tongue around her love tunnel and breathed in the freshly washed aroma of a clean anus. If she farted I’d only have myself to blame, though.

I had a thing for taking Sunny however she presented herself, and also I was distracted because If I’d thought wisely earlier, I’d have mounted Sunny in the bathtub and filled her, before filling the tub so we could be slop free and go right to bed after a little friendly kissing.

Sunny started moaning, bringing me back from the fantasies I was having and I had to rest my forelegs on her hind legs to stop her from bouncing her clitaway from my kisses and sucking, and to stop her from kicking at me.

She's always had this instinctive need to be forced down and have to keep her balance like a good mounted mare would do. I brought my hooves to her lower back and pressed down, getting her to moan long and sweetly, calming her enough so I wasn't worried about being kicked when she came.

She loves when I help pull her back into my muzzle so I can slide my tongue deeper inside her, penetrating into her depths. And when I tasted her nectar, the tangy haylike syrup dripping from her cervix as I tickled it with my tongue, I felt the soft walls of her insides aching for release.

She became hot, so hot my breath chilled her and her walls started their rhythmic spasming.

It took everything I had not to mount her right then, but she was close and her pawing at the bed with her forehooves and the muffled noises she made biting into the blanket, as well as her pressing back in rhythm told me just that.

She leaned forward a little and I prepared myself as I watched her asshole pucker and her legs shook the bed until it creaked.

She slammed back and my snout pressed against her asshole with my tongue as deep as I could get it, swirling inside her as she came with several squeaking noises. She started to lean forward and I kept my mouth open, tongue as a bridge as her filly juices flowed into my muzzle and filled my belly with warm sweet girl cum that’s as yummy as honey and smells of wildflowers.

That’s what mares don’t have once they reach estrus, that pureness to their cum that I loved. I always have to admit that Sunny did make it easier to bring new fillies into the fun over the past two years we’d been intimate, ever since her mother got sick and was hospitalized.

I stood up and looked at Sunny, who was almost asleep now. I used my magic to help tuck her into bed and gave her a kiss below her horn before leaving the room with the door open a little in case she got scared in the middle of the night and had to come into bed with me.

Having needs of my own, I went into the bathroom and took care of myself into the toilet as ponies do. So much fluid comes out of me, it’s the best and cleanest option when I don’t have anypony to put it in, and Sunny wasn't awake for me to pump her full of my cum.

Personally, I’ve never understood why my body makes enough cum to soak a towel, but my parents weren’t too happy when they found that in the laundry and Willow loved practically coating herself from nose to withers, and everywhere else my cum would dribble and run across her body to mark her as mine.

I can’t imagine having to hoof wash a towel once I’m done, but that’s what females are for, in my experience; Sunny certainly doesn’t mind and when I watch her she makes a point to turn me on by nuzzling the still sticky wet spots and matting the fur on her face, even if I get mad at her when she does it she still laughs and turns it into a game of chase or keep away.

Anyway, after I was done and all better with a tingle in my mind and slickness on my pastern from some cum that dripped onto me -I just rubbed it onto my barrel- I went around the house arranging furniture and finally was planning to be in my bed snuggling my pillows when there was a knock on my door. It was soft and could only be one mare, the one I just fantasized about making love with me and Sunny while I cherned fresh butter in the bathroom.

“Hello,” I said, opening the door to see Sky shyly looking at my forehooves, “would you like to come in?”

“Oh, n-no, th-that’s o-ok-k-kay. I j-just wanted to th-thank y-you ag-ain and s-sa-ay y-you’re a re-rea-ally good d-dad,” Sky said with a smile. She looked at my chest and started to back away smirking, I didn’t realize why until after she left, but I figured it was because she was shy, so I felt I had to say the same back to her before she left. It’s nice to be nice, after all.

“You’re a fantastic and strong mother, taking care of a filly all by yourself. Us single parents have to look out for one another, right?” I said and got Sky to grin and nod. She giggled and looked into my eyes with her blue ones.

She didn’t say anything else and took wing to fly a couple loops in the air before gliding into a window on her house, probably her bedroom window. I shut the door, locking it just in case.

I sighed and licked my lips, the strong scent of filly was still on my fur and in my breath. I hoped Sky didn’t notice, but when I looked down I noticed for the first time that I had missed some cum and it was clearly showing on my coat. I rushed to the second floor bathroom and looked myself over in the full body mirror and stared at the darker streak of fur that contrasted to my normal vanilla cream.

Oh, it was cream colored, alright; just not the kind I wanna show off to the neighbors! I magicked it away with a spell and then noticed how well my blush clashed with my coat, thinking of how the mare I kinda liked just learned that I like to paddle my own rowboat within an hour of us being apart.

Sky knew what it was and I groaned as I left the bathroom, pledging to wash my forelegs to the elbow after each personal session to prevent such an embarrassment from happening again.