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>you make quick work of your wings, your feathers slightly disheveled and unorganized after your mid afternoon nap
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>you use your muzzle to slowly straighten your feathers, plucking a few of them and straightening the others
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>it was oddly... intimate?
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>your daily little ritual, and something completely SFW and normal
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>all pegasi do it, Master says
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>but whenever he's walked in on you, you can't look him in the eye for the rest of the day
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>similar to an unwelcome knock on the door back when you were human and had to deal with uh... boners
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>something alien to you now since you became a mare...
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>except for a wingboner, which is oddly more embarrasing
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>you could just tuck it up into your waistband before
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>you don't even wear pants now!
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>how would you wear pants anyway...
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>ah! distractions
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>you finish up your task, a couple of stray feathers adorned in a pile right outside the rim of your bed
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>three little yellow feathers, slightly lighter than the rest of your coat
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>you were one of those pretentious ponies whos wings had two shades
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>your ears swivel, the noise of the ceiling fan and tv in the living room accompanied by... typing?
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>Master's at his computer!
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>this is about the time he works, you suppose...
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>time to surprise him the only way a pretty little pony like you knows how...
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>you rise to your hooves, stretching and letting out a little yawn
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>sure, you've been a pony for a good while... but god you are adorable sometimes
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>even if it's on purpose...
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>you pick up one of the feathers you've plucked from your most breathtaking feature, and make your way to the office
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>after a treacherous journey up the stairs, you manage to sneak into Master's office...
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>he's got a lamp on beside him, but he doesn't hear you enter
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>you sneak over to his desk, your tail wagging behind you in excitement
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>being a small colorful pony, you don't have much you can do for him
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>though you've always wanted to try to make him something, even if it'd look like it was made by a toddler
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>you rear up on your hind legs after making it to his desk, lightly dropping the feather
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>he doesn't seem to notice right away, but a quick nudge of it towards his direction with your muzzle does
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>he turns his head to face you, a small smirk dawning his face
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>and a blush to yours
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>he reaches over and ruffles your mane, making sure to get that spot behind your ear that you love so much
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>"Good pony."
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>you puff your chest out subconsciously with pride, your tail wagging a bit faster
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>he chuckles and picks up the feather, examining it with an exaggerated contemplating expression
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>after a couple of seconds he nods in what appears to be satisfaction, pulling out his wallet and placing it in one of the slots
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>the one across from the picture of you he keeps in there, the one where you're flying around the yard
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>having accomplished your mission, you curl up near his feet, earning yourself another chuckle from him in the process
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>you mumble out a small "love you, Master..." before closing your eyes, and resuming the nap you started earlier
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