>You wake up, yawing and stretching your l̶e̶g̶s̶ w̶h̶i̶l̶e̶ y̶a̶w̶n̶i̶n̶g̶ c̶a̶l̶m̶l̶y̶ arms
>Your wife is lying by your side, peacefully snoring in her deep slumber
>Her wings twitch in her dreams
>Her head rests on her forehooves, her barrel steadily rising with every breathe
>Parasol is quite a deep sleeper
>Despite her rather quiet personality and her love for dressing up at parties, she's quite sporty and trains a lot
>A pegasus mare will always seek athleticism, so it seems
>She's strong as fuck, not every pegasus is able to carry heavy things alone
>But what it means for you as her husband?
>It means that you have to take care of her
>A lot
>While she voluntarily doesn't apply for Wonderbolt training, she keeps her training schedule from the time she was preparing for Equestria Games
>That's right, you're married to a gold medalist, and she's quite proud of it
>She plans to keep participating
>So she often locks herself in the gym together with her friends
>Which you leaves a mare you have to take quite intense care of
>Including the most intimate kind of care
>You run your hand on her dark pink mane, lovingly patting her, listening to her cute little snoring
>Her ears flick, as she makes a pleased sound
>You'd like to take her in an embrace and sleep with her some more
>But that would mean you would upset her by not waking her up with breakfast ready
>Your mare puts a great value on a good breakfast, and appreciates your skills
>You slowly and quietly get up from her bed, trying to not wake her up
>It's a success, you see and hear her still snoring and not making a single turn
>You walk downstairs to the kitchen in your new cloud home
>You could freely walk on the clouds now, for reasons that shouldn't be disclosed, despite being completely legal
>Some people have a viscereal fear of the heights
>You'd say living on the clouds is exctionally comfy and is absolutely worth it
>Especially when you're married to a cute and beautiful pegasus wife and spend every day with her, every evening being spent pleasing her, every night being spent cuddling her
>You pour water into the kettle, preparing her tea
>Green, with little sugar, just as she loves
>Hearing her squeak in delight and thank you worth every single time and moment
>You also the take on responsibility on frying some eggs, your mare needs her protein to keep her strong and healthy
>And a bit of sardines of course, her favorite snack
>After eggs, you have to endure that fried fish smell, but it's worth every time
>You put hay in between buns, preparing a set of simple sandwiches
>It's only a breakfast, as a househusband you have to greet your marewife from her weather factory job and the gym training sessions
>The breakfast is done, you carefully put it all on a portable tray and carry it upstairs
>Leaving it on a table in the corner, you lean to your mare, kissing her on her fuzzy cheek
"Rise and shine, my love. Rise and shine. Wake up and smell the breakfast."
>Parasol scooches around, opening her big pretty orange eyes as she yawns
>Celestia, she's adorable
>Still groggy, her eyes half-lid, she looks at you, a loving smile immediately growing
>"Good morning, Nonny."
>You take the tray and place it on the bed, right for your wife
>She takes a sip of the warm tea, humming and squeaking in pure delight
>"Thank you!"
>You observe her taking on the fried eggs and sardines, snacking on the hay sandwiches
>She notices you not taking a single bite
>Chewing her through food and licking her lips, she asks instead of impolitely asking straight away
>"Are you not hungry? I don't mind sharing anything with you, sweetheart."
"No, not at all. My big girl needs all the calories to keep her strong, healthy and winning all the gold."
>Parasol blushes and giggles, having a time before she has to focus on her food
>There's something hypnotizing about watch your mare eat
>Not even in an architect sense, her lifestyle, the one of a pegasus naturally chasing athletics, doesn't allow her to grow any chub
>She has a nice, round belly, but it's not bigger than any other mare
>She finishes her breakfast, using a wipe to make her mouth clean
>Now it's time for you to take the tray back to the kitchen, wash the dishes and for your wife to depart to her job
>However when you pick the tray, she places her hoof on your chest
>"Nonny, please, don't go away. I want you to be with me some more."
"Um, your job..."
>"It's Wednesday, silly. I take days-off on Wednesdays."
>Oh, right
>You feel stupid, so used to the routine, you now expect every day to go the same
>"My handsome hubby deserves a break from the routine and to enjoy his wife too." Parasol coos
>You take the tray back to the table and go back, lying in bed together with your wife
>She giddily giggles, giving your soul an another blast of pure snowpity
>So adorable
>The yellow mare wraps her hoooves around your head, pressing her snout against your nose, giving you an eskimo kiss as she grinds it while bobbing her head
>You reciprocate, and she closes her eyes, widely smiling in enjoyment
>She moves her head up and tilts it for a bit, kissing you on the lips, wrapping her wings around you
>Pressing her weight onto you, climbing on top of you
>Your lips smack as she ramps up the intensity, looking at you before closing her eyes again
>Parasol rubs your back with her hooves, possessively pressing you closer to herself
>She breaks the kiss, looking at you with love, the desire to always be with you
>You stare back at her, feasting your eyes on her, having all of her lying on top of you
>She's so gorgeous
>You run your hand on her long soft mane, petting her
>She smells like hazelnuts, and the scent is particularly strong right now, indicating how happy your mare is
>You turn on your side, firmly holding your pegasus wife in your embrace
>You scooch down, having your face in her chest fluff, enjoying more of her sweet hazelnut scent
>You run your hands on her barrel, feeling her subtle, yet firm and strong muscles
"My wife is so strong..." you quietly say, making her blush and smile pridefully, exposing her pristine white teeth
>You pull your face away from her chest
"Lay on your back."
>Parasol obliges, releasing you from her embrace, knowing what's going to happen next
>You place your hand on her round tummy gently rubbing it in circles
>"Ooo~"
>You watch your wife coo in pleasure, rounding her lips
>You lean, giving her a kiss
"I love you so much, Solly."
>The mare hums in pleasure, your loving touch helping her food to digest
>You leave a kiss on her belly, tenderly running your hands on her sides, her wingpits rubbing them as well
>Lying beside Parasol, you place your hand on her fluffy ear, scritching it, your finger traveling up and down
>You gently and lovingly massage it, putting more fingers on her cute mare ear
>Slightly pressing your digits on it, slightly moving the ear up and down
>"Mmm, keep going, my love~"
>Having your mare melt at your touch makes it even better
>You take care of her other ear
>Her ears flick adorably flick at touch, while she keeps cooing and purring in pleasure
>You tell her to roll on her chest
>She happily obliges
>You massage her back, running your palms on her body and presssing them against her
>Making certain pressing and grinding moves against all of her spine, running your hands from her round plot up to her head
>Her muscles relax, releasing the tension pent up from the training, making her back even more malleable
>You notice Para drooling in pleasure as she softly hums, showing you how much she enjoys it
>Her eyes are closed, adding to her expression of pure pleasure and highest satisfaction
>Even if you ever get tired from all the massaging you have to do, the sight of your wife being in utter ecstasy makes worth of every single session
>She loves her husband massaging her, making sure her back gets lovingly massaged every single evening
>And when she's free, she asks for it whenever she wants
>"You'd make Aloe and Lotus so rich if you'd work for them." she used to say
>You lay on your side, having done caressing your mare
>She pulls you into a hug, cuddling you, covering you with her wing as you wrap your arm your her
>In turn, she wraps her tail around you
>"I love you, and I will always protect you, Anon." she says into the top of your head, gently pressing your face against her muscles
>Giving you more of her hazelnut scent
>And a feeling of safety in her hooves
'There's nothing better than submitting to the maretriarchy', you thought, petting Parasol on her back

The End.