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>You wake up early in the morning.
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>The rays of sunshine peeking through the window.
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>Your arms and legs wrapped around a fluffy little pony.
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>She’s holding you close as well.
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>You run one of your hands through her now frazzled mane, along her neck and back, savoring the feeling of her warm, soft, fluffy body.
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>Eventually she stirs and nuzzles her face further into your chest.
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>”Morning.”
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>She says in a tired daze.
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“Good morning.”
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>You say in an equally sleepy matter.
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>You both stay like this for a while, as you keep running your fingers through her fur.
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>”Do we have anything to do today?”
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“I suppose we were to clean up the house.”
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>She lights up her horn for a brief moment.
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>”All taken care of.”
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>You bury your face in her silky mane.
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“You’re amazing, you know that?”
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>”I know.”
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>You stay like this for another while.
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>”Anything else we were supposed to do today?”
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“I should service the car, I think. You wouldn’t happen to have another spell for that?”
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>”Nope. I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’d need to see what that is first, before I can come up with a spell for it.”
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>You take one of her hooves in your hand, feeling all of its details.
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“Sounds like something fun we could do.”
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>She simply hums happily to herself.
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“Should we get up now?”
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>”Just a minute longer.”
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>You keep gently stroking her back as you lay in each other’s legs and arms.
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>Finally she slowly sits up, rubbing her eyes with a hoof.
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>”Let’s have some breakfast first.”
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>You sit up as well.
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“Sounds good to me.”
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>You get dressed, walk downstairs to the kitchen and make some tomato, onion and cheese sandwiches for both of you.
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>You both eat in silence, sitting across the table.
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>She looks so cute with her frazzled mane and eating.
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>Why do people even bother fussing over their hair? This is so much better.
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>You both finish and you toss the plates in the sink.
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>”So, servicing the car you said.”
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>You groan.
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“Yep, just let me get the tools and meet me outside.”
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>You meet Starlight outside, as you’re dragging all the necessary items out of the garage.
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>She’s wearing an adorable sweater.
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>”So, what do we do?”
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>You grab the jack.
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“Alright, first we jack it up and put the axle stands underneath.”
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>She levitates the front of the car up and shoves the stands underneath.
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“Thanks.”
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>She gives you a little grin.
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>You crawl under the car and try to undo the sump plug.
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“Piece of shit isn’t budging.”
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>You continue cussing like a sailor.
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>Starlight crawls under the car beside you and uses her magic to loosen the plug.
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“I love you.”
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>You unscrew the plug, wait for the old oil to piss out and replace the filter.
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>Eventually, you screw the plug back in and Starlight lowers the car.
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>”What now?”
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“I’ll just replace the air filter real quick. After that, we’ll do the spark plugs.”
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>She gives you a puzzled look.
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>”Alright?”
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>You replace the air filter and take the engine cover off. Of course you’ve disconnected the battery first.
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>”I think I could figure out a spell to replace the oil and filters, without doing all this.”
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“I’d greatly appreciate it. I always seem to loose a wrench or something while doing this.”
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>You take out the coils, replace the plugs, put the coils back in and reconnect the battery.
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“Easy as pie.”
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>You say as you’re pouring the new oil in.
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>Starlight gives you a deadpan look.
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>”I can definitely figure out a spell to do all this.”
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“But where would be the fun in that?”
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>You start up the engine, walk around the car and notice some oil dripping out from under the car.
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>Starlight lights up her horn and soon after, the oil stops dripping.
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>”Uh huh.”
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>You look away sheepishly.
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“So anyway, what do we do now?”
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>She shifts around.
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>”We should probably go to the shop. Maybe get a bottle of good rum for tonight?”
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>You match her devilish grin.
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“Well then, what are you waiting for? Hop in!”
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>You say, as you sit in the driver’s seat.
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>Starlight swiftly climbs in the seat beside you.
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>You lean over and kiss the top of her head.
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“I can’t help but feel sometimes like we’re some odd abstraction of Bonnie and Clyde.”
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>She leans back.
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>”Whatever you say.”
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>You’d punch the throttle, but unfortunately there isn’t enough space for that in your yard and it wouldn’t be good for the clutch anyway.
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>As you drive along the country roads, you can’t help but feel a tad distracted by the mare beside you.
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>Out of all the people, why would she pick some bloke like you?
by karwler
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