Even without an alarm clock set, Harness snapped awake at the crack of dawn like somepony had pinched her. She couldn’t really help it — even a few short years of Sheriff work had made her a naturally early riser, and usually she didn’t mind getting out and about in the crisp early-morning air before anypony else in the Cape was even thinking about breakfast.

But this morning was different. This morning, she felt lazy and comfy, and delightfully warm under her sheets and spare blanket, and a little bit sore in spots she usually wasn’t. And most of those things were the fault of the stallion next to her, whose chest was pressed to her side and whose forehoof was tight across her belly, and whose warm, comfy breath puffed against her cheek as his eyes twitched behind their lids.

Gainful employment could wait. She worked hard. She deserved to be snuggled, dammit. And in addition to lots of other things ponies did in beds together, Sunbeam was a very good snuggler.

Harness let her breath leave her lungs in a soft sigh, and settled back into her pillow, and scooched down just a bit so she could tuck her head under Sunbeam’s chin. But go figure, even that little motion was enough to make Sunbeam’s jaw shift and send a little grunt vibrating through his throat. She hadn’t meant to wake him up too — but then again, doing that had led to him squeezing her tighter, pressing his lips gently to her temple, and sending tingles racing down her spine to pool deliciously in her belly, so maybe she should’ve woken him up sooner.

“Mrr-ing,” she heard him mumble into her mane. Harness made a sound of acknowledgement, but didn’t actually say anything back. She figured rolling onto her side and pushing her head a bit more firmly into Sunbeam’s neck would get her message across — and it sort of did, at least for a little bit. But after a few minutes of rubbing his forehooves up and down her back and occasionally smooching her forehead, Sunbeam shifted a bit so he could lift his head away from hers.

“Don’t you have to do Sheriff stuff?” he asked, rubbing her shoulder as he spoke.

“Don’t you have to do smoothie stuff?” was Harness’s mush-mouthed reply.

“I mean, technically. But I kinda set my own hours.”

“Well, I’m doing that too, then. The town can just… figure it out for a little bit.”

Sunbeam chuckled. “That gonna be your re-election slogan?”

“Maybe. Maybe I’ll just get endorsements. You’ll endorse me, right?”

“I’ll think about it,” Sunbeam hummed as he leaned down for a kiss. Harness angled her head, raised her hoof to his cheek, did everything she could to make the kiss she gave him sweet and seductive and altogether distracting — and it almost worked. Sunbeam looked happy when he pulled away from her, but he looked pensive too, like he was trying to figure out how happy he should actually be. Harness had a feeling she knew why, and she braced herself as best she could for questions she wasn’t at all ready to answer.

“You know something?” he said, still tender as ever. “I was wrong about you last night.”

“What d’you mean?”

“When I said you weren’t acting like yourself. I was wrong. I feel like I’ve finally seen the real you, like you saw the real me.” He paused so she could see him smile. “And I really like the real you.”

“I like the real you too,” Harness replied, and she was glad to see that Sunbeam knew she meant that. But he also seemed to know what she wasn’t saying, and for some reason that made him smile again, with both his lips and his eyes.

“So for the record,” he said, switching from stroking her shoulder to playfully squeezing, “I’m okay with it.”

“Okay with what?” Harness couldn’t help but ask.

“With your plan,” he answered — and then he winked. “For one-upping Hitch.”

Okay. Well. Harness hadn’t braced herself for that.

“Wha… h-hold on, what are you…” she tried to say. But those were all the words she got out before Sunbeam swooped down and captured her lips with his own, and her face went from flushing warm to burning hot.

“Come on,” he said once he released her. “Your stallion self tells you he’s notched all his friends into his bedpost, and you want to believe me you — goal-oriented, hyper-competitive, I-can-do-anything-a-stallion-can you — are fine letting that slide?”

“W-Well, ye… I mean…” was the only argument Harness could provide against sweet, smiling Sunbeam reading her like a fucking pulp novel. Damn her to the moon, did she suck at lying. “Fuck you,” was her closing remark, muttered into her hooves as she covered her face with them.

“Think that post has already been notched,” Sunbeam teased back, though he blunted the blow a little by pulling her into a hug. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted me to be more confident,” he added after a moment. “This is entirely your fault.”

Harness just groaned at first, but eventually found some actual words to defend herself with. “Look, I… okay, yes, that was the plan,” she said as she pulled away from him. “But last night didn’t go at all like I thought it would, and now I just…”

“Did you enjoy last night?”

Harness met Sunbeam’s eyes, felt heat rush through her face again, and nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

“Wanna do it again sometime?”

“I… yeah.”

“Then that works for me,” Sunbeam said with a shrug, as if it were that simple. Maybe it was. Was it?

“You’re really okay with…?”

Sunbeam took a moment to collect his thoughts before answering. What a good idea that would’ve been for Harness a couple minutes ago. Or for Harness at any point in the last twenty-four hours.

“You were right about me last night,” he said. “I haven’t been honest with myself. About what I wanted from life, other ponies. Maybe ‘deserve’ is still a little strong, but in any case, there’s a whole side of myself that I don’t know much about yet, that you made me admit I was ignoring. And I wanna learn more about that side of me. With mares… I don’t know, maybe stallions. With ponies in general.”

He met Harness’s eyes and stroked her cheek. “And if you wanted me to, I’d stay just with you and wouldn’t think twice about it, because I still care about you and want you to be happy, and I don’t think that’s a bad thing. But I do think there’s a side of yourself you want to know more about too. And I think you deserve to do that, with or without me.” After a moment’s pause, he added, “Preferably with, obviously, but the point is, I’m fine leaving things open if you are.”

Harness couldn’t think of a thing to say to that, so for once, she decided not to say anything. Instead, she just grabbed Sunbeam’s face and pulled him on top of her and kissed him with a hunger that, for the first time in her whole life, she didn’t filter one bit. He braced his forehooves against her shoulders, held her in place so he could kiss her back, filled her belly with bubbles and her whole lower half with growing, ravenous heat — and then he pulled away, smirking down at her as she smiled up at him.

“I don’t deserve you,” she murmured.

“Yeah you do,” Sunbeam shot back. “I’m awesome. I’m a hero.”

“Oh stars,” Harness laughed. “I’ve created a monster.”

Sunbeam’s grin grew into a leer. He shifted his hips, and Harness shivered as she felt his length, hard and hot, slide over her pelvis and between her slickening folds. “You can say that again,” he growled into his ear, humping slowly back and forth until he heard her quickening breaths rise into a needful groan. Then he shifted back, wiggled until his head found her entrance, and pressed forward, down, all the way inside her, holding her so she couldn’t squirm, nipping at her ear so she’d ask him wordlessly to fuck her hard.

“Gotta admit I’m curious, though,” he groaned as he went from sliding to thrusting, lifting his chest up so he could drive his hips down, grinning wider at each squeeze from Harness’s core and every elated squeak that came with them. “I was first. Good choice. But who’s next?”

Harness blinked until Sunbeam’s face snapped into focus, and what remained of her conscious mind suddenly crystallized into a captivating vision. The bed beneath her grew warmer, fuzzier — became the barrel chest of a tall and strong unicorn. With Sunbeam above her, she imagined Ike beneath her, fondling her chest and belly, his shaft throbbing against the base of her tail, his breath hot against her neck as he leaned past her and Sunbeam leaned down and the stallions touched together at their foreheads, noses, lips…

She shuddered, and squeezed, and Sunbeam’s satisfied grunt layered over her unconstrained yelp. “I’ll tell you later,” she moaned, and with a moment’s thought and a shrug, Sunbeam accepted that answer.

Author's Note

Next time on LOST (In the Eyes of Your Really Hot Stallion Friends):

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