Catching Her Affection

Prologue

I opened my eyes slowly, reaching out a foreleg to my left, trying to find my beeping alarm clock. As soon as I felt it on my hoof, I gave it a tap, turning it silent. I sat up while stretching out my forelegs, and letting out a long yawn. I rubbed my eyes with a hoof, trying to fix my blurred visions.

"Another day, another... boring day," I said to myself. I got off from my bed, and onto the wooden floor of my bedroom. I shivered as the coldness of the wooden floor hit my hooves. I walked towards my bathroom, lazily.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. "Anything new?" I asked myself, "No? Guess so." I let out a sigh. I placed a hoof on the handle of the water faucet, turning it on. Streams of water fell down from the faucet. I moved my head closer to the streams of water, washing my face. After I finished, I grabbed a towel on my right, wiping my face dry. I gave one final inspection on my face before leaving the bathroom.

I went to my small kitchen apartment to make breakfast. I brought out all of the ingredients needed in making a simple tomato and lettuce sandwich. A piece of tomato and lettuce, a jar of mayonnaise, and two slices of bread. A breakfast as simple as that was enough for me.

After finishing the sandwich, I placed it beside a cup of coffee, on a small rounded table. I took a seat in front of the table. With the sandwich on my hoof, I took a bite out of it. The taste of the lettuce and tomato, combined with the mayonnaise and breads, it had already satisfied my taste.

After the sandwich, and the cup of coffee had been consumed, I went back to my bedroom. I walked towards my messed up bed. I let out a sigh before starting to fix my bed. At the middle of fixing my bed, I noticed that there's a small spot on the cover that's wet.

I leaned in towards the bed, inspecting the small puddle. After a few seconds of examination. "Not another one," I shook my head. I removed the bed cover, and placed it inside of a basket. Having wet dreams could be fun, if you aren't the one who's supposed to clean the mess you had made. I'd been having one for a whole week straight, leaving some small leftovers on the bed.

My body must be begging for me to release some of my sexual fluids. But the problem is, I can't. I stopped masturbating after I'd graduated high school, since my body became resistant to porn magazines, and that's the only way I could relieve myself. I would love to ask my wife to help me with my problem, if I have one.

I've been single since the day I was born, and 'till today, at the age of twenty three. And it sucks to be single at this age. All of the staff in the radio station (where I work as a Disk Jockey), are already married. Some of them have coltfriends or marefriends. Sometimes it makes me jealous, being the only single stallion in the radio station.

I live in a place called 'Ponyville', where there are more mares than stallions, and it makes me wonder... why am I still single? Must be some kind of curse. Or maybe I just haven't met the right mare for me, like faith or something. Anyway, back to my problem. I should really need to find away to relieve myself.

After I finished fixing my bed, I walked towards my cabinet. I brought out a black and white striped scarf. I've had a hard time tying it around my neck, and that's another reason why I would want a special somepony. Somepony who would care for me, love me, and other cheesy things a couple always do. We would flirt, cuddle, and have an intimate time on the bed with each other. I'd dream of having a wife once. It was wonderful. But after that, I'd just snap back into reality.

I walked in front of the mirror. A brush on one of my hoof. I started to run the brush down through my black colored mane, making my usual mane style. A shaggy mane. After that, I placed the brush down. I inspected myself in front of the mirror, checking to see if there are any stains on my white coat. "I guess it's time to go to work," I said to myself. I exited my bedroom, to the living room, and to the front door of my apartment room. The first thing that I saw was the landlord.

"Morning Pico," the landlord, or Sunny greeted with a smile. She's the reason why I'd chose to move to this apartment. I tried to woo her once, she rejected me. I was still eighteen years old back then, and so does she. "So, where's the monthly payment?" she cocked her head playfully, making her blond mane, sway.

"Oh uh... could you wait 'till tomorrow?" I replied, accompanied by a sheepish smile.

"Tomorrow?" she raised her eyebrow.

"Yes..."

"Okay then, make sure you pay for it tomorrow." She turned her back on me. As she walked away from me, I couldn't help but stare at her haunches. Her tail, covering her marehood. She then, suddenly glanced over her shoulder, making me look up to the ceiling.

"Remember tomorrow." She called out. I moved my head slowly, gazing at her. "I'll be waiting," she narrowed her eyes in a seductive manner. She moved her tail away, giving me a view of her cunt. I again, looked away from her, hiding my blushing face from her. I heard her giggle before her hoofsteps moves away from me.

I checked to see if she was still in front of me, and good thing that she was now gone. I let out a sigh. She had been treating me like that ever since I'd moved to her apartment. And it seemed like she'd been treating me much worse after she had rejected me.

There's even a time when she called me to her room for my payment for the apartment. I saw her lying on her back on her bed, her hind legs parted, and her marehood on full view. After I saw it, she suddenly closed her hind legs, and then told me to not to be a perv. Yep, she's a tease.

I shook my head, trying to forget the past. "She had already rejected you, no chance of me wooing her." I thought to myself. I went downstairs, going out of the apartment. The cool morning breeze went through me as I got out of the apartment. I scanned my surroundings before walking towards the radio station.