Letters From Whinnyapolis

Snow flattened under our firm steps as we walked, masses of ponies fizzled out the further we made away from the restaurant. I brushed my hand against a streetlamp, its coldness seeping through my skin. A small road led to a desolate park, its premises being adorned by the odd bench and lamppost. Hedges and bushes stood firm against the onslaught of snowfall, there was a fountain, frozen in place. It was filled with bits, suspended to the bottom by ice.

March ran her hoof along the side of the fountain, feeling the cold of the marble curves. Her once wet eyes were now dried out, and she was a mirror image of the first day I saw her. Stern, authoritative, and a plethora of many official-like attitudes. Yet, it seems like that is just something that remained with her through her career. Underneath, I could feel that there was something bubbling up. Her breaths were shallow, and with each breath came a small cloud.

As I looked down at the fountain myself, I noticed many with various inscriptions on them. Those at the bottom had accumulated more rust and oxidation, their details faded away after years spent in the water. She glanced at the flower once more, her hind hoof shifting to the side with a light sway.

“...” A tiny voice came from her. A light nasal sound, indicative of an “mm”.

“Yes, March?” I asked. She gazed upon all the bits at the bottom of the fountain, a heavy exhale; her response.

“This is where we met, and this is where we departed,” her eyes met mine for half a second, “I was sitting on that bench with a coffee, a stallion came along, his eyes with the wonder that I’d never seen in anypony before,” I listened as she spoke, the blistering cold fading out into nothing as my focus laid bare on her.

“Mm..” I said with a nod, hands tucked into my pockets.

“Things sparked, and we continued to speak over the course of a few weeks. Moved in with me back then, we’d go to this fountain every now and then and spoke with each other. One day, we made a wish together, that our love would be strong and resilient no matter what, and we threw a bit into this fountain here. I still see it, although parts of it have been buried under the rest. Some months later, he told me that he felt unfulfilled, and that I was working too much for us to spend enough time together. I tried my best but it's hard when I don’t have much flexibility with my job, so we had to break it off. We came back here one last time, and he gave me that same flower you did. Kept it in my pocket ever since…”

She reached into her left pocket and pulled out a wilted flower, barely recognizable in its form. It was mangled with rips and tears, but still held the same general shape of what a flower would look like. She twirled it in the air for a second’s worth, and placed it back into her pocket. I lowered myself, patting her back.

“I’m sorry to hear, March.” I felt myself wince at my own words. While they were genuine, I didn’t feel good about the nature of the phrase. Oftentimes, that’s all I could offer. Maybe it’d have been better if I remained silent, but I still wanted to let her know I was still listening. She nodded and continued on, her expression softened, a weak smile appeared and dissipated just as fast.

“I guess you can say I just… never moved past it fully,” she said with a pause, “I’m open to a relationship but I’m still afraid. You’re a strange one for liking me, Anon, but I can appreciate that. At least if everything else fails, I still have somepony I can go to. That is; if you aren’t swept away again to some other foreign land, that would make me sad,” she smiled, nuzzling against my leg.

“Awh, don’t be, I’m not going anywhere. And, here’s the thing,” I said, reaching in her collar to pull out the flowers I’d just given her, “There’s always more room in your heart for love. It’s not the nicest thing to think about but, everypony comes and goes. We can only make do with what we have right now, and right now, all I want to have is you,” My face contorted into an awkward smile as I just comprehended what I’d just said to her. She chuckled.

“Where’d you get that line from?” She asked with a smirk.

“I dunno, from the bottom of my heart or something. Oh, I have another thing for you,” I took out a loose bit from my pocket and placed it on her palm, “Here’s to another wish, that our relationship will be stable and that we can overcome any problems that may arise in the future,”

She walked over to the fountain and flicked the coin into the water, “I agree,”

“Haha, it’s kind of a work in progress, but I’m happy it works for you,” she approached me as I spoke, nodding contently.

“I can’t say that I have complete faith in your wish, but I will hold it true nonetheless,” she said, bringing a hoof up to lock it into my palm.

“Does that mean that we’re official?” We both faced the fountain, close to each other.

“I guess so,” she said, giving a dry chuckle.

I sat down on the ground, grabbing her other hoof and holding it with tenderness.

“Well, Anon, I can’t say that I expected for everything to go this way,” she said, her cheeks laced with a pink tint.

“Me neither,” I said. I knew what I wanted to say next, and it was going to haunt me for the better part of the next few seconds, “March, can I kiss you now?” I licked my lips, the cold induced dryness stinging me. A closer inspection told me that her lips were much more tender than they looked every other time I’ve seen her.

“Sure,” she replied with a sly look, drawing out the sound for longer than usual. As she moved her head closer, she suppressed a grin and shut her eyes. I wrapped my hands around her body and pulled her in, causing her to yelp and stand up on her hind hooves. I planted my lips onto hers, and I could feel her body loosening as she melted into my own.

I couldn’t tell her this right now, but that was my first kiss.

I combed her back, her warmness radiating through my clothing as she intensified her kissing. She tasted bitter, but warm, and I couldn’t get enough of it. She pressed onto me with her entire weight and I fell backwards on the snow, March ending on top of me. She pulled her lips back from me, a trail of saliva separating our mouths.

“Anon, you’re so good… ACK!” She gasped as I took control of the reins, grabbing her arms and sending the both of us rolling through the snow. Snow caked on us as we came to a halt, I held her close to me. With a gentle laugh, she wrapped her hooves over my arm and we laid in the snow for minutes, enjoying each others’ warmth. Her coat felt so soft against my face, and I couldn’t stop burying my cheek into her neck.

“Who made your coat so silky?” I asked.

“Me,” She replied, nonchalant. She craned her neck back, kissing me one more time on the lips, “I’m getting a bit embarrassed out here, how about we continue at home?” An enticing proposal indeed. I got back up with her and wiped off the snow from my jeans. I hadn’t noticed before, but the water had seeped through my jeans and I was feeling the cold as it reached my skin.

“As you wish.”

Her expression was vibrant throughout our entire way back, a permanent red on her cheek. If the warmth I felt today could be converted into heat, it would melt all of the snow within a 1 foot radius. She unlocked the door as we arrived, walking into the house with a quick swish of her tail.

“Come, my bedroom’s upstairs,” she said, turning her head back before trotting upstairs. As I ran my fingers along the wooden handrails, I could hear the sounds of curtains being drawn. The door hung open, and sounds of bedsheet rustling invited me in. Going in, I was met with the sight of a March without her hat on; nor her jacket. I did not think that this was a possibility, but her smooth golden curls distracted me from the sudden lack of attire.

“Uh…”

“What? Ponies don’t usually wear clothes don’tcha know,” she said, feigning disappointment as she shook her head, smiling.

“Well, yes, but you look so different without your clothes,” I said. It was a bit of a conundrum, although the ponies in Ponyville looked fine without clothes, she just feels so naked. But I’m not complaining, a March in uniform or not is still a gorgeous March.

“I’ve been told, now come on and get over here,” She lifted the blanket over her, raising it to fit somepony next to her. As I took off my socks and climbed aboard, I was surprised by the softness of the bed. She clearly prioritized sleeping quality over decor, and I could relate to that. I tucked myself beside her and pulled the blanket over me, the coolness of the air mixing with the warmth of ourselves. She yawned and snuggled her head towards my chest, her nose pointed into my neck.

“Sleepy?”

“Mhm…” She half mumbled. Small sniffing sounds came from beside me, and I could feel her tongue’s long strides on my skin. The sensation was magnetic, and I pulled her in closer, one arm over her torso. Using my leg, I kicked one of the curtains shut, encasing the room in gentle darkness. With one last nuzzle, she clamped her eyes shut, her breaths becoming shallow as she transitioned into a state of rest.

I looked down at the beauty in my arms, like the great works of Mona Lisa and Girl With a Pearl Earring, I could not look away. The entire room was tranquil, individual strands of her hair flowed down onto the pillow and laid across her face. She cooed softly as I ran my fingers across her back, rubbing her with a firm touch. My eyelids became heavier, and like her, I too yawned and shut my eyes.

Intense snowfall on the outside, glimmers of light breaking in from the gaps in the curtain, air that would put a bear to hibernation, and a beautiful sleeping mare in my very arms.

Can life get any better than this?