Fine beams of sunlight weave through the curtains when you wake up. It must be late morning by now.

Your first thought is on the orange pony sleeping soundly next to you, her face buried in your shoulder, a wayward hoof resting on your chest. Easily the cutest thing you’ve ever witnessed.

Your second thought is about how late you were for the daily grind of farm work. You suppose you could both give it a miss, just for one morning.

You recall your thoughts about Earth. Home. With a decisive nod to yourself, you make up your mind. You know exactly what you’re going to do now. Slowly sliding out of bed, trying your best not to wake Applejack, you pick up your clothes scattered throughout the room from last night’s fiery act of passion, and redress yourself. Just before leaving, you return to the side of Applejack’s bed, and carefully press your lips on her snout in a gentle kiss. A dozy sniff and a smile is her response.

You quietly close Applejack’s door behind you, and head back towards the guest room where you usually slept. Apart from last night, of course. Upon arrival, you shut the door, and retrieve a quill, some ink and a single roll of parchment from the bedside drawer. The rest of your time is spent in silence, with nothing but the scratching of quill on parchment.

You look over the letter you wrote one last time, checking to make sure it was suitable to be read by royalty, before rolling it up with a band. Now to head to the library for Spike to send off. Hopefully you should remember the way this time, and in daylight-

“Mornin’, handsome.”

As you open the door to leave, Applejack, the mare you love, stands in the doorway. Her mane and tail have been tamed by her hairbands again, and the trademark stetson sits atop her head.

“Morning, beautiful.” you reply, undoing the band from the scroll and passing it to her. Her eyes dance over the letters for a minute or two. By the time she’s finished, they’re wide in disbelief.

“You… you really mean it?”

You nod. “I’m on my way to have it sent off now. Wanna come with me?”

“Dumb question.” After a quick kiss (you swear you’ll never get tired of them) the two of you walk out into the balmy sunlight. The brightness causes each apple tree to shimmer a vivid green, with specks of red apples among the leaves.

Somewhere in the orchard, you spy a certain pegasus helping MacIntosh with the apple-bucking in yours and Applejack’s stead. Of course, Rainbow Dash agreed to help when she lost that hoof-wrestle last night, didn’t she?

In the distance, another pegasus swoops down next to Rainbow Dash. A stallion who you’ve never seen before. You can’t hear them from where you’re standing, but you can tell it’s emotionally heated. The male then produces something from within the feathers of his wing - you can’t tell what - and passes it to Dash. She looks at it, then looks back at the stallion, before throwing herself into him, embracing him in a hug. A moment later, they kiss.

You guess happy endings to stories are customary in Equestria.

Walking through Ponyville, the inhabitants still act strangely in your presence. Some of them stare, others pretend not to. Some give you an odd look, before noticing Applejack proudly trotting next to you, and show a courteous wave of their hoof. They’ll get used to you eventually, you hope.

After visiting the library, handing the letter to Spike and talking to Twilight for a while (Applejack tells her about Rainbow’s good news), you turn to Applejack as you take your leave.

“Well, we have the rest of he mornin’ off,” she says, “What do you wanna do?”

“Anything you like, Applejack.” you smile. “We‘ve got all the time in the world together.”

(Spoiler; Hey guys. This may surprise you, but you might - might - have a pony fetish. Yeah, I know, it's a total shock!) - Crowley