Token of Feathered Affection


                                            >you make quick work of your wings, your feathers slightly disheveled and unorganized after your mid afternoon nap

                                            >you use your muzzle to slowly straighten your feathers, plucking a few of them and straightening the others

                                            >it was oddly... intimate?

                                            >your daily little ritual, and something completely SFW and normal

                                            >all pegasi do it, Master says

                                            >but whenever he's walked in on you, you can't look him in the eye for the rest of the day

                                            >similar to an unwelcome knock on the door back when you were human and had to deal with uh... boners

                                            >something alien to you now since you became a mare...

                                            >except for a wingboner, which is oddly more embarrasing

                                            >you could just tuck it up into your waistband before

                                            >you don't even wear pants now!

                                            >how would you wear pants anyway...

                                            >ah! distractions

                                            >you finish up your task, a couple of stray feathers adorned in a pile right outside the rim of your bed

                                            >three little yellow feathers, slightly lighter than the rest of your coat

                                            >you were one of those pretentious ponies whos wings had two shades

                                            >your ears swivel, the noise of the ceiling fan and tv in the living room accompanied by... typing?

                                            >Master's at his computer!

                                            >this is about the time he works, you suppose...

                                            >time to surprise him the only way a pretty little  pony like you knows how...

                                            >you rise to your hooves, stretching and letting out a little yawn

                                            >sure, you've been a pony for a good while... but god you are adorable sometimes

                                            >even if it's on purpose...

                                            >you pick up one of the feathers you've plucked from your most breathtaking feature, and make your way to the office

                                            >after a treacherous journey up the stairs, you manage to sneak into Master's office...

                                            >he's got a lamp on beside him, but he doesn't hear you enter

                                            >you sneak over to his desk, your tail wagging behind you in excitement

                                            >being a small colorful pony, you don't have much you can do for him

                                            >though you've always wanted to try to make him something, even if it'd look like it was made by a toddler

                                            >you rear up on your hind legs after making it to his desk, lightly dropping the feather

                                            >he doesn't seem to notice right away, but a quick nudge of it towards his direction with your muzzle does

                                            >he turns his head  to face you, a small smirk dawning his face

                                            >and a blush to yours

                                            >he reaches over and ruffles your mane, making sure to get that spot behind your ear that you love so much

                                            >"Good pony."

                                            >you puff your chest out subconsciously with pride, your tail wagging a bit faster

                                            >he chuckles and picks up the feather, examining it with an exaggerated contemplating expression

                                            >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

                                            >the one across from the picture of you he keeps in there, the one where you're flying around the yard

                                            >having accomplished your mission, you curl up near his feet, earning yourself another chuckle from him in the process

                                            >you mumble out a small "love you, Master..." before closing your eyes, and resuming the nap you started earlier