Author's Note
Hi there! Just an idea that came to mind a few days back, basically just a bunch of cuddle scenarios that I decided to turn into a story.
Enjoy! Warning: very little plot, just cuddles.
Constructive criticism appreciated.
A New Day
Daybreak had barely begun, the town still engulfed in the shroud of night. A rooster crowed in the distance, the sound echoing throughout the empty streets of Ponyville, crickets silenced as birds began twittering, conversing with one another at the sign of first light.
The sun was just beginning to rise, a pale, yellow half-circle on the horizon tinged with pink in the periwinkle sky, casting a faint golden glow across the tranquil landscape below. The previously still, crisp, morning air now beginning to wake with slight stirrings, taking it's time to flit around, getting a feel of it's surroundings as light once again dominates the land.
It was a new day.
The wind whistles softly as it blows through the verdure, dancing through the reeds to some song only it could hear, waltzing through the sleeping town while stopping at every door and open window. Ponies in their beds would pull up their covers as the cold breeze blew in, nipping at their hooves and instilling thoughts of hot chocolate and warm cinnamon rolls by the fire.
Alarms could be heard going off, only to be silenced a few seconds later amidst grumbles and yawns. The workers were waking up, ready to start another day of work. Mixed aromas filled the air, the unmistakable scent of coffee being the most prevalent amidst the mouth-watering aroma of eggs and hash browns sizzling in a pan. Shops' signs were flipped from CLOSED to OPEN as they began to emit noises once again, signifying that their occupants were hard at work with their various businesses.
The streets were less empty by now, a few ponies trotting down the lane to get to their jobs ahead of time. Friendly greetings could be heard as they would bid their kith and kin a good morning, running into them along the way to their destinations. A few joggers could also be seen trotting at a steady pace, their breath coming out in visible puffs as they exercised in the cool morning air. The Post Office just sent the mailmare out on her route, delivering the mail to the houses along the streets, leaving them in their respective mailboxes.
While the town was slowly getting back to it's bearings, meanwhile, in the outskirts of Ponyville, the light had just begun to shine on a castle not far from the municipality, bouncing off it's crystalline surface and reflecting in all directions.
One of the windows was open, sunlight barely permeating through the thick, velvet purple drapes that hung across the opening, hiding the room from view. The wind managed to blow a portion of the curtains aside, letting a lone band of sunlight fall across the sleeping inhabitants, curled up comfortably next to each other and snoring lightly.
If one would enter the room and take a look at the surroundings, they wouldn't notice anything particularly unusual about the scenario. A dresser stood in a corner, next to a rather organized bookshelf, the contents arranged by alphabetical order and by topic. A coffee table nearby was piled high with various papers and books, a few quills and an open inkwell standing on one end next to an abandoned research paper.
A few pillows were strewn all over the floor, indicating that there had been some frivolity and excitement the night prior. A lamp previously on the bedside table now lay bent out of shape on the floor, a crack forming on the lampshade's floral design.
On the foot of the bed in an untidy heap lay an assortment of various clothing: a shirt with a few stains, two pairs of purple knee-high stockings, and a discarded nightcap.
The bedside table, however, was another story. Framed photos lined most of the space, all of them with captured moments of significance. The sunrise casted a golden-yellow light on the memorabilia, a disastrous fishing trip, a little picnic in the fields, and a nap underneath an apple tree. The subjects of the photos, however, had to be the oddest couple ever captured on film.
In one photo, a sopping wet, purple alicorn was standing next to an equally wet humanoid, probably the strangest creature ever to have been seen in Equestria, he stood on two legs, had no fur other than a patch of hair on his head, wore clothes all the time, and had fingers. If anything, he vaguely resembled a monkey. Or perhaps a centaur missing it's hind legs...
We're getting off-track here.
This was a human. The very first one seen in all of Equus, present only in very obscure folklore and mythology. His arrival in Equestria had been the most puzzlesome one, but the Princess had been most quick to provide shelter and a home to the displaced alien.
The rest of the photos shared equal charm to the first one. In one photo, they were pictured having a picnic in a field of daisies, the human laughing at the way the wind blew the alicorn's mane about, hiding her similar amused expression. In another, they were both snuggled underneath the shade of an apple tree, tired from the day's events. And, if anyone would ask, this was the exact moment when their relationship really hit off.
By now the sun was shining brightly in the sky, all traces of the night gone, the world as chipper and lively as it had been a day before.
But wakefulness had not yet penetrated the sleeping pair, still deep in the world of slumber. A warm, happy bundle of blankets, fur, and feathers was one way to describe them.
The human's arms were wrapped firmly around her midsection, keeping her close in an affectionate embrace. The alicorn snuggled deeper into his caress as he gave her a little squeeze, subconsciously melting into the hug. One of her hind legs was in between his, her wings draped protectively over his bare torso like a silky, downy blanket. Her foreleg was wrapped tenderly around his neck, while the other was held close like a wish to her chest, feeling their heartbeats sync with one another. Her head was resting in the crook of his neck, a portion her mane concealing a sleepy smile on her face as she lovingly nuzzled his cheek.
He stirred a little, eyes cracking open to take in the light that was seeping in the room. Realizing that he had overslept, he tried to get up, only to be yanked down by a pair of strong forehooves and wings wrapped protectively around him. Still bleary from slumber, his eyes rested on the alicorn lying next to him, still deep in her dreams. Smiling a little, he proceeded to gently rub a hand along her silky smooth coat while pressing a bold kiss on the base of her horn.
She began to stir as well, shifting under the covers and arching her neck back with a grunt. She stretched her hind legs, a few pop noises coming from her joints as she stretched, returning to the world of wakefulness. Opening her eyes with some effort, she met the human's gaze with her own before blinking twice, a happy smile amidst a tinge of pink adorning her bleary-eyed expression as she settled back into his arms.
She gave a warm, happy sigh, cozying up next to the human with such fondness that he couldn't help but melt into her hooves, noses barely touching, lightly tickling each other.
Giggling softly, she slipped both her forehooves around his neck, carefully pulling him into a kiss, her wings serving the purpose of enveloping him, keeping him close in a long, passionate osculation. A greeting like this was normal for them, whenever they would wake.
She pulled away slowly, a flushed, pink haze apparent on both of their faces as they looked shyly away from each other.
She buried her face in his neck, whispering softly,
"Good morning, Anon."
Anon ran a hand on her back, tracing through the feathers lining her fluffy wings and provoking another cute laugh of her.
"Good morning, Twilight."
She smiled sweetly, enjoying the feeling of Anon's fingers along her back.
"Did you sleep well?"
He smiled, lightly booping her on the nose.
"Hey, I can't complain. I haven't had a rough night ever since I've been sleeping with you."
She turned a faint shade of pink before replying with a half-lidded expression.
"Well, I see the same holds true for the both of us..."
They laughed again, closing their eyes as they held each other, the only sounds to be heard was their soft breathing mixed with the sounds of a new day as morning completely took over the land.
A bird chirped loudly from the window, prompting Anon to give Twilight a little squeeze, making her "mmmhhh" in delight. Her tail flicked around eagerly, entwining in between Anon's legs and sending a shiver up his spine.
She sighed, her horn lighting up to pull the blanket a little higher, her magic emitting a faint tinkling sound as the sheets arranged themselves around them in a cozy cocoon.
Everything felt right. The alicorn in his grasp sighed again, leaning up to nuzzle his cheek. Her wings were twitching, brushing along his midriff, her feathers like liquid euphoria on his bare skin as she glided it surreptitiously over him with teasing motions that set his heart on fire. She cooed at his flustered expression, leaning up to press a gentle, almost superficial kiss on his cheek, spreading the bubbly warmth to the rest of his insides.
Anon gasped as she pulled away, longing etched all over his face. This was quickly replaced with surprised ecstasy as she leaned in and quickly gave him a peck on the lips, a flirty smile on her face.
Giggling at a baffled Anon, she buried her face in his chest to hide her blush.
"Sorry...you just look adorable when you're flustered..."
Recovering from shock, Anon leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"This... This feels nice, Twilight."
"Y-yeah?"
She looked up at him, her beautiful violet eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Mm-hmm."
Anon placed a hand on her flank, eliciting a squeal from her. This caused her to bury her muzzle deeper into his chest, her blush thickening.
He threw both arms around her, pulling her into an enthusiastic hug while playfully nipping at her nose. She used one free hoof to push his face aside, while the other was clamped shut on her mouth, stifling a laugh.
"*snrk!* Anon! Stop!"
Anon grinned slyly.
"Don't want to~"
He was relentless in the assault, hands traveling to her lower regions to poke her in all the sensitive spots, no escape within the tight confines of the blanket.
Twilight was gasping for breath, choking in between half-formed sentences in between laughs, struggling to push Anon off her as he mercilessly tickled her.
Eventually, they stopped, panting from exhaustion, instead contenting themselves to laying on the bed, shooting amorous, half-lidded glances at each other.
Anon sighed.
"I...can't really think of any other way to start a day..."
She smiled knowingly, burying her muzzle in his neck, purring softly.
"Anon, we always start mornings like this..."
"Yeah, I know! It's just..."
Anon's brow was furrowed in thought, clearly trying to find the words to describe how he felt.
"I'd like all the mornings I have to be like this, for every waking hour I spend with you."
Twilight burst out laughing, pressing her face against Anon's chest, gasping for air.
"Pffffffft! HAHAHAHAHA!!"
"What?"
Anon smiled in bewilderment.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing! It's just—"
She snickered, catching her breath.
"—you read too much romance novels."
Anon's voice was filled with indignation.
"Hey! That's not all I read... I just think they're cute, that's all..."
"Yeah, but—" she paused, thinking over her words carefully, "—if you'd just give the books I lent you a chance—"
"I'll think about it." he smirked.
"It's just... I find most romance stories to be a tad bit...shallow, that's all." she looked at Anon nervously.
Anon flinched.
"They're...not all like that, you know."
Twilight laughed.
"Well, I agree to disagree, I suppose."
He sighed, pressing his face into her mane, her dark purple hairs obscuring his vision and bombarding his senses with her natural scent of lavender, vaguely reminiscent of the purple orchids that grew in the castle gardens. Either way, it was a very surreal experience.
"I guess so."
They remained like that for a while, listening to the sounds of the town in the distance, wondering what the day had in store for them.
"Hey, Twilight?"
"Yeah?"
Anon paused, leaning to the right and exposing half of his face, while the other half remained buried in her silky mane.
"We should probably get up now."
"... Yeah."
Anon paused again.
"Do you want to?"
She stiffened up, before relaxing into his arms, pulling herself upwards to press another kiss on his lips.
"... No."
And so they remained like that, locked in a gentle, loving embrace, ignoring the sounds of the town bursting into wakefulness, another new day.
THE END
