Morning in Bloom


                                            >An alarm on a phone sounds out in the dark bedroom. Its annoying scream piercing your ears, making you scrunch up your face.

                                            >You reach out with your hand and slap the snooze button.

                                            >You groan with displeasure as you reel your hand back to your side.

                                            >You were about to doze off until you felt a pair of strong hooves wrapped around you, her fetlocks brushed against your skin.

                                            >Turning around, you see your resting wife scooting closer and cuddling you.

                                            >You’ve been married to Posey for about a year and a half, and you’ve been enjoying every living moment being with her.

                                            >Sure, she can be grumpy and hard to handle at times, but you two stick to each other through the worst of days.

                                            >You didn’t want to wake the sleeping pony up, but you know that neither your boss nor Posey’s boss will be pleased to know that one of their employee’s arrived late.

                                            >You lightly tap on Posey, trying to wake her up.

                                            >You smile as Posey scrunches up her snout.

                                            >She’s just so adorable, even if she snores and sometimes drools.

                                            >You tap on her again, causing her to slowly flutter her eyes open and let out a snort.

                                            >You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at her snort.

                                            >”Ughhh… What time is it, Nonny?”

                                            It’s about 5:30, Pose. We should get up.

                                            >”Just five more minutes...”

                                            Well, guess I won’t be brushing you in the shower.

                                            >Shooting her eyes wide open, she raises her head as you’re already up and out of bed.

                                            >Soon Posey and you are in the bathroom. You begin to turn on the shower faucet as Posey is taking off her nightgown.

                                            >You turn around to see her completely in the nude. Well, she’s normally in the nude because your wife’s a horse.

                                            >Her long flowing mane, her beautiful yellow coat, her green eyes, her everything. It’s all beautiful to you.

                                            >As she passes by you, you feel a flick of her tail hitting against your leg.

                                            >”You better hurry or you just woke me up for nothing.”

                                            >You quickly undress yourself and hop into the shower.

                                            >You soon feel the two yellow hooves wrap around your stomach.

                                            >You look down to see the sexy wet mare hugging you tightly with hearts in her eyes.

                                            Hold on a sec, dear. Let me get comfortable.

                                            >You scoot around as Posey is still holding onto you tightly.

                                            >You finally manage to reach the tile counter at the far edge of the shower.

                                            >After sitting down, you felt the yellow mare hugging you tightly.

                                            >You couldn’t help it but smile as you reach your hand to her ears and begin to scritch them.

                                            >Posey lets out a soft nicker as her body quivers from all the pleasure she is receiving from her human.

                                            >”Nonny, you have such a magical touch…”

                                            >Hearing her words of love fills your heart as you continue, now brushing your hand through her pink flowing mane.

                                            >With your right hand, you reach over to Posey’s vanilla body wash and pump the substance onto your hand.

                                            >As you pet Posey chin with your left, you begin to rub the body wash on your wife’s back.

                                            >Posey’s back lifts in conjunction with your rubbing and scritching on her back.

                                            >Soft sighs of pleasure escape your wife’s mouth.

                                            >You two continue on with your shower for 10 minutes.

                                            >After cutting off the faucet, Posey opens the door and you reach over to the rack to grab a towel.

                                            >Bending down on one knee, you start drying Posey mane first.

                                            Any new art pieces at the Houvre Museum?

                                            >”Yes, there’s going to be one from prehistory that’s arriving next month. I’m going to be the one to reveal the new piece!”

                                            >You smile at Posey’s gleefulness as you finish off drying her mane and begin to dry her coat.

                                            That’s nice. Speaking of art, I’ve been thinking of trying out pottery.

                                            >Posey’s head turns around to look at you with her big green eyes, her smile never wavering.

                                            >”Really? I would gladly sh– wait. You just want to learn pottery so you can see me in pottery class.”

                                            >You look at the smirking mare and let out a chuckle.

                                            That’s just a bonus; I just prefer you teaching than anypony else.

                                            >Your mare wife lets out a little blush before quickly hiding it as you continue on drying, now working on her barrel.

                                            >The room goes quiet again as you continue working on her barrel and down her legs.

                                            >Pondering to herself, Posey speaks up.

                                            >”Sweet Celestia, I don’t know what to eat this morning.”

                                            How about the usual? You always have the same ol same ol ever since I’ve known you.

                                            >”I know that. It’s just that I, I don’t know, feel like trying something different.”

                                            >You place your finger on your chin, deep in thought.

                                            I see. I’m sure we have something other than eggs.

                                            >You finish drying off Posey at her tail. You place the wet towel on the shower door to dry.

                                            >Grabbing your towel, you begin drying off.

                                            >But noticing something different, you pull the towel off and see it’s completely dry.

                                            >You stand there, befuddled at the situation.

                                            >A feminine laugh knocks you back to reality.

                                            >You look over to see your pony wife giggling at the situation.

                                            >”You’re really silly, Nonny! You’re already dry!”

                                            >Looking down at your body, you see it’s completely dry.

                                            >You sheepishly smile before letting out a chuckle.

                                            >After placing the towel on the rack, you and Posey enter the bedroom to get dressed.

                                            >Leaving the master bedroom, you begin the way to the kitchen through the short hallway.

                                            >Taking a left, you enter the kitchen to begin looking through the cabinets.

                                            >Scouring through them, you finally found what you were looking for. The pan.

                                            >Getting it out, you place the pan on the stove and turn around.

                                            Alright, now I need to make the mix.

                                            >You walk over to the pantry and open its door.

                                            >Getting down low, you grab a hold of two containers, one with flour and the other with baking soda as the label.

                                            >Walking back to your cooking quarters, you see Posey entering the kitchen.

                                            >Setting the containers on the counter, you turn and head back to get sugar.

                                            >”Anything new going on out there?”

                                            Eh, just continuing on with the expansion project. With all these new businesses and ponies coming in, the mayor wants us to expand the town north.

                                            >”Egh! Why do they have to come here and ruin the peacefulness of Maretime Bay!?!

                                            >You walk back to your cooking quarters with the sugar container in your grasp.

                                            Probably some business colts see promise in some real estate or tourists wanting to move in.

                                            >leaning to one side, you open the refrigerator to grab some more ingredients.

                                            >”Bleh, tourists and snobby business colts, I had to report some of them for ‘oohing’ and 'ahhing' at the scenery for way too long and way too loud.”

                                            >You chuckle a bit as you shut the door after grabbing all the items and return to the counter.

                                            That’s my Posey!

                                            >Posey blushes as you pull out a whisk from a drawer.

                                            >”So you’ll be late in again?”

                                            Most likely.

                                            >Posey sighs as you create the pancake batter.

                                            >Hearing her sighs made you feel bad for her. You have to find a way to soothe her feelings.

                                            Don’t worry, dear. How about we take a holiday to Paradise Gardens after we get through this project? You’ve always wanted to go there.

                                            >Posey, being caught off guard, splutters at the gesture.

                                            >”Really!?! I mean— Are you sure we have the money to take such an expensive trip?”

                                            >Hearing her excitement turn into doubt made you roll your eyes while pouring the batter into the scolding hot pan.

                                            I’m positive, Pose. This past year and a half has been hectic for the both of us, and we haven’t been able to have our honeymoon due to our jobs. So what do you say?

                                            >Posey places a hoof on her chin in thought as you flip one of the pancakes on its other side.

                                            >”You got me; let’s do it.”

                                            >You smile as you hear Posey’s attitude heighten.


                                            >Entering the dining room after cooking the pancakes, you place the plates on the table and take your seat next to your beautiful wife.

                                            >Posey looks down at the plate full of hot syrupy pancakes, uncertainty painting her face.

                                            >You begin eating your hotcakes, enjoying the flavor of butter and maple syrup.

                                            >At the corner of your eye, you catch your little pony poking her meal with a fork.

                                            Not hungry?

                                            >”No…”

                                            >You slice a piece of the pancake and place it in your mouth, but you notice her leaning on her right hoof and still picking at her food.

                                            >Noticing that you were watching, she slices a piece of her meal and begins to eat.

                                            >You shrug it off and continue on with your meal.

                                            I heard Zipp is moving back home to form an aerial team.

                                            >”Really, then who’s going to take over her job here?”

                                            Hitch told me that it’s somepony named Fern. Apparently she’s a natural in her work and has a dragon as her companion.

                                            >Posey lets out an audible groan of displeasure from the news.

                                            >”Really? Why do we need a dragon in our town? They are the absolute worst with all their brutish nature, forcefulness, loudness, and don’t get me started on the hoarding!”

                                            Well, let’s just hope it’s not a baby or a hoarder.

                                            >As the two of you continue on with breakfast, you remember Posey mentioning an art piece.

                                            Say, you didn’t talk about the significance of that art piece. What’s it about?

                                            >The small expression of anxiousness loses its luster as it is unseen when you take another bite of your pancakes.

                                            >”The piece is an artifact way around the era of Princess Majesty’s rule. It’s a mural of ponies prancing in celebration of the Princess.”

                                            That’s pretty cool. So how was it found?

                                            >”It was found on the site of an ancient city down south.”

                                            >You nod as you finish the last of your meal.

                                            >Now noticing Posey hasn’t eaten over half of her breakfast, worry begins to brew in your gut.

                                            “You haven’t eaten your food.”

                                            >”I’m not hungry…”

                                            >Something about Posey is off to you, her mood has taken a downturn.

                                            Are you sure?

                                            >”POSITIVE.”

                                            >Before you could reply, your wife gets up from her seat and leaves the dinner room.

                                            >You just sit there in your lonesome, hearing the TV turning on to the blaring sound of the news coming from the other room.

                                            >Getting up from your seat, you grab the plants and return to the kitchen.

                                            >Your mind goes on over what just happened. You’ve known that she gets moody from time to time, but not as often after she’s started taking management classes for her temper while dating.

                                            >You enter the kitchen, place your plate in the sink, and place Posey’s plate on the counter.

                                            >Returning to the living room, you place yourself right next to your wife.

                                            >You look at her; she’s too busy focusing forward to notice you.

                                            >Turning your head to focus on the TV, the weather forecast is on the screen.

                                            Looks like we’ll have a sunny day today.

                                            >Only a silent ‘Uh-huh’ is audible from Posey’s mouth.

                                            >Replacing the forecast, the TV blares out an advertisement of weight loss pills starring a charismatic guru earth pony.

                                            >You roll your eyes at the scam, remembering such commercials fooling the gullible back home, so it wasn’t a surprise to see snake oil salesponies trying to get a quick buck.

                                            >Your eyes ignore the boring commercial and instead, look over at your beautiful wife.

                                            >”Am I fat, Nonny?”

                                            What do you mean?

                                            >Posey turns around in her seat, showing her slightly chubby belly, and presses her hooves against her soft tummy.

                                            >”Look at me!!! I’ve been eating with Pipp too much!!!”

                                            >You were taken aback at the sudden change.

                                            >You place your hand on her mane, softly brushing it.

                                            Aw Posey, you’re not fat.

                                            >”But I am!!! Why would you want to stay with an ugly fat mule like me!?”

                                            >Your heart aches from hearing her self-doubt.

                                            >After quickly turning the television off, you reach over and hug Posey.

                                            >Your wife begins to softly cry onto your shirt.

                                            Come on Posey, you know I still love no matter what.

                                            >Posey doesn’t reply as you continue to brush her mane.

                                            And you’re not a mule; you’re the most wonderful and beautiful mare I have ever laid my eyes on.

                                            >The motion of petting her mane and caressing her ears slowly calms down the yellow mare.

                                            Feeling better?

                                            >”I am…? Thank you, Nonny…”

                                            >The two of you hold on to each other in silence with the only sound being the ticking of her father’s grandfather clock hanging on the wall.

                                            Glad to be helpful, dear. You know I’m always here if you need to discuss anything.

                                            >Posey lets out a small but warm smile from her face, knowing that she’s loved.