“Come on, Candy,” my friend said with barely a slur, slowly getting out of the shower. “Let’s get you dried off and put to bed.”

I nodded, letting him pick me up and carry me toward the towel rack. How much did I even drink? I thought as Ares struggled to get a towel off a wooden peg. I should’ve gotten better by now…

I ruffled my feathers, my horn glowing. “Wait, Ares,” I said. “You don’t need those; I can just use a spell.”

The drunken man looked over at me, concern evident on his face. “Are you sure you’re alright enough to use it?” he asked, stumbling over to me. “I don’t feel like being blown up today…”

I giggled, encasing the two of us in my magic, evaporating the water off our bodies. Huh, I feel a little less drink! I thought, herding Ares toward the bed after I got him a towel to cover his body. Maybe if I use more then I’ll be able to think straight…

“Ares, I’m gonna lift you up and make you float around the room for a little bit, okay?”

Instead of the questions that I thought he was going to ask me, he just shrugged, a drunk little smile on his face. “Alright, just don’t drop me. Or knock me into anything.”

I stick my tongue out in concentration, my horn glowing again, once again encasing the human in my magic. With a grunt I lifted him an inch off the ground and started moving him, Ares teetering like a little foal.

“Did I ever tell you that you were heavy, Ares?” I muttered, the haze that was surrounding my mind slowly lifting as the minutes ticked by. “Because, for someone your size, you are really, really heavy.”

He shrugged, tightening the towel around his midsection. “You’re the one that wanted to lift me,” He burped before closing his eyes, his face taking on a greenish tint. “Hey, could you do me a favor and put me down? My stomach really isn’t too happy with me right now.”

My eyes widened—I reaaallllyyy didn’t want to clean throw-up right now—and I carefully put him on the bed. “Oh, I’m sorry, Ares.” I apologized, crawling into the bed with him. “You’re not going to throw up, are you?”

He curled into a little ball, holding his stomach. “I don’t know,” he whimpered, closing his eyes. “But you better watch out in case I do.”

Ignoring him, I crawled closer, rubbing his stomach gently with a hoof while I nuzzled the nape of his neck. “You’re alright,” I whispered—feeling a lot better from my little magical stunt—pressing my body against his back.

“Just don’t throw-up, it’d ruin your birthday.”

He chuckled weakly, reaching behind himself and patting me on the cheek. “I don’t think anything could ruin this birthday, Candy,” He slowly uncurled himself from his ball and rolled over, practically touching our noses together, and gave me a hug.

“Thanks for today,” he said, nuzzling my cheek, making my heart flutter. “Really. You didn’t have to do this.”

I nuzzled him back before closing my eyes. “I was happy to do it, so next time just tell me when you have another one of these, alight?”

I felt him smile against my neck. “What? You haven’t already memorized my birthday?”

“My sober-self did, but drunk Cadence can’t remember anything right now.” Except how nice your hugs are…

He patted my back before spreading my wing, starting to preen it before remarking, “You know, you really do have the prettiest wings.”

I nuzzled him again before crawling on top of him—keeping my hooves wrapped around him-- and spreading my wings so he could get at them easier. “Thank you,” I murmured, trailing a hoof down his side.

His fingers traveled quickly and efficiently, despite being drunk—no doubt from all of the times I let him preen me—quickly straightening or pulling out any loose or damaged feathers.

I shivered slightly as he felt around my smaller feathers, just playing with them more than anything, my tail swishing against his legs in happiness.

“You know, I’m starting to get a little sore that you don’t have anything for me to preen, Mister,” I told the man before closing my eyes. “I feel like I’m making you do all the work.”

He bopped my nose before going to my other wing. “I’ll figure out a way to grow a pair just for you.”

I chuckled. “And then we’d go out flying together, huh?”

He shook his head. “Nope, I’m not a real fan of heights; they’ll just be for the whole preening thing,” he took his hands off my wings and put them under them, right back at the base of my wings joints. Giving me a little scratch, he sighed. “Alright, your pretty pink wings are all fixed.”

My grip tightened around him. “Thank you, Ares…” Just do it!

I looked up at him, a blush creeping over my face as stared into his eyes. I could see that he was still a lot drunker than I was; I guess that human’s didn’t have the same metabolism as alicorns--go figure. His eyes were glazed slightly, and his cheeks were a little red as he looked down at me.

Frowning, he asked,” Are you alright, Cadence?” I flinched at the use of my name. That flinch turned into a little smile when Ares used a hand to brush my mane away from my face. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost…”

I gave him a fake little smile, my mind racing.

He’s drunk; you can’t take advantage of somepony that’s drunk!

…But he’s not a pony. He’s Ares; hopefully he’ll be your Ares.

I’m really scared though!

I’m sure everypony feels the same when they’re in love.

I don’t know if he’d even want to…

I closed my eyes and placed my head back on the human’s chest, my brow furrowed. I thought and I thought and I thought some more, finding that Ares was starting to run his fingers through my mane.

You’ll never know unless you tried.

But—

You sent your letter to Shining, you’ve spent days planning this, heck, you almost gave yourself alcohol poisoning, you need to at LEAST try.

…

At least Cadence looks a lot better than she did when I brought her in, Ares thought as he looked down at his friend, who looked like she was constipated—or she was really thinking about something; drunk Ares really couldn’t figure out which. He really hoped it was the second one though...

Hopefully the drunk fairy will do me a solid and make sure I don’t have a hangover… He snorted at the thought before starting to play with the pink alicorn’s hair. Yeah, and after that I’ll win the lottery…

Cadence opened her eyes, a slightly nervous look in her eyes as she looked up at him. “Ares…”

Ares looked down at her. “Yeah, Candy?”

“How drunk are you right now?”

The man hummed, scratching her back a little bit more with one of his hands. “On a scale of one to ten? Sixish, sevenish, I think. Why?”

The alicorn closed her eyes, shakily taking a deep breath before she looked back up at him. “C-Could you close your eyes for a second?”

Even drunk Ares knew something was up, but he did what he was asked. Maybe she’s—

He felt the mare shuffle upward, her whole body shaking, before she leaned up and gave him a peck on the lips.

Without a doubt, it was one of the most sobering experiences in his life.

With a panicked yelp, he shoved the pony off him, crawling away from Cadence like she was a radioactive Hitler-spider, as she looked at him in worry.

“Ares, what—“

Nopenopenopenope! He thought, accidently falling out of the bed with a thud, ignoring the pain as he continued to crawl away in absolute horror.

He whimpered when his back hit a wall, the human shutting his eyes tightly as he hugged his knees close to his chest.

Cadence had just teased him with what he wanted more than anything, something that he had lost sleep over; intimacy with her. It might have just been a simple kiss, a drunk little kiss, but it scared him so much that his chest hurt.

It was that kind of wrongness that almost felt right, but, since she was married and Ares didn’t really hate Shining—and even if he did, he knew he wouldn’t do something like that to a guy’s lady—it was wrong, very, very wrong.

She’s drunk, she’s married, Stop it, stop it stopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopit!

“A-Ares?”

Ares opened an eye at the voice, and the hurt and fear the resonated in it. Looking around he noticed two things. One; that he had lost his towel with his little freak out, the cloth lying discarded on the floor. Two: Was that Princess Cadence, ruler of the Crystal Empire, princess of love, and all around great mare, looked completely defeated.

Tears were running down her face, dripping down onto the bed, her lip quivering and her shoulders slumped as she looked at him. Those big, pretty eyes of hers looked at him in pain, something that cut him to the bone.

She took a little step forward toward the edge of the bed, fear working its way back into the human, forcing him to shut his eyes. For the third time in his life—because of all of the pain, so hurtful that it was soul-wrenching—he broke down and had himself a real good cry.

…

I looked down at Ares as he started whimpering, tears streaming down his face as he shook, confusion replacing my hurt.

“…Ares?” I whispered, quietly hopping off the bed while I wiped the tears from my cheeks. “Ares?...”

He hugged himself tighter, like an animal that was cornered.

What’s….

I expected his eyes opening in surprise like they did, heck, I kind of expected the rejection. What I didn’t understand was why he was acting like I had just done something horrible to him.

…Maybe you did…

“I didn’t tell him… I just kissed him...” I whispered, so quietly that Ares didn’t hear me. “That might be why…”

Gathering my courage, I ruffled my feathers and steeled myself before very slowly, and carefully, making my way toward my friend, ready to make this better, or possibly, if I wasn't careful, much, much worse.

“Ares?” Ares, look at me,” I said quietly, sitting in front of him. I leaned in to nuzzle him but stopped myself. “Ares, please tell me what’s wrong…”

He shook harder, shaking his head and shying away from my presence. “I-I c-can—“ he whimpered while I wrapped my wings around him in worry.

“Ares, Sweetie, please calm down...” I nuzzled his cheek, trying to bring him back to himself. “Please look at me…”

It took a few minutes of coxing him before me looked up at me, his eyes red and miserable, making me feel horrible as I looked down at my friend.

“Ares, I’m sorry, it was just a—“

I squeaked when he picked me up, placing me in his lap and wrapping me in a bear hug, gripping me so hard that I was pretty sure that he was close to breaking my ribs.

Gritting my teeth, but with a little smile on my face, I hugged him back, whispering soothingly into his ear while he whimpered and shook; the man just a panting, shaking, sad mess.

“You’re married,” he said, his face buried into my chest.

I nuzzled the top of his head, wiggling around in his lap. “Ares, I need to tell you something. I—“

I stopped when he looked up at me, his eyes blazing despite the tears in them. “Fuck it.”

“What—thmp!”

Almost faster than I could see, Ares grabbed the back of my head and forced it downward, crashing my lips into his. My eyes widened in confusion, gratification, which slowly turned into happiness as Ares shut his eyes and scrunched his face up..

It was a little more… aggressive than my little kiss, a little more needy, but I didn’t need to be a Changeling to know how much emotion that the man put in it. The way his lips captured mine, heck, the way they felt against mine… It was better than I dreamed, my heart thumping in my chest when I finally returned the kiss.

…Well, this is something… Was all I was able to think before Ares broke the kiss, the man setting me beside him.

I leaned back toward the wall. “Um….” I said, trying to think of something to say.

With a grunt, Ares hopped to his feet, walking over and grabbing his towel. “Well, this ruined the night,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “I just kissed a married horse--,” Well, buck you two, Mister! “--That I’m in love with because I’m a drunk asshole.”

I gasped at that as he turned back toward me. “Alright, Candy, I’m gonna go for a little bit,” he slowly made his way toward the door, his shoulders slumped in defeat. “I’ll probably go jump off the roof or something…. So, sorry about—“

He grunted when I barreled into him, the two of us tumbling around until I landed on top of the groaning man. “Goddamnit, Cadence,” he wheezed, closing his eyes. “Could you at least have the common courtesy to beat me to death after you let me drink a little more? I can still feel things…”

Ignoring him, and desperately hoping that what I had just heard wasn’t just drunk rambling, I pressed my nose up against his and mashed his cheeks together with my hooves, looking into his eyes. “Ares, did you mean what you said?” I demanded; hope growing in me as he tried to looked away, a blush on his cheeks.

“Do you really l-love me?”

He looked back up at me for a few moments before sighing. “…Yes…”

I resisted the urge to fly up into the air, spinning in happiness, instead just smiled down at him. “Are you sure? This isn’t just drunk Ares talking?” Please say yes, please say yes!

He gritted his teeth, that fire back in his eyes. “Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, I love you so much that it makes me feel like a piece of shit. I love you so much that my chest hurts whenever I look at you,” he growled, and tears of joy came to my eyes. “There, the cats out of the fucking bad…”

He looked away from me, not noticing that my wings were touching his shoulders. “And I just took advantage of your drunk pony ass…”

I wanted to lift him up and give him a wing hug and a kiss, to tell him that it was okay, that he didn’t have to look so sad or defeated, but I thought I’d take it slow.

“Come on, let’s get you back to bed,” I said, shaking slightly in happiness as I placed the human onto my back and carefully made my way back toward the bed.

He tried to weakly wiggle off me. “No,” he moaned, looking at the door. “Just let me go out into the halls for a few minutes…”

“I’m not going to let you jump off the roof, Ares.”

I felt something wet hitting my shoulder as he snuffled. “But you hate me now, don’t you?”

If you mean that in the completely opposite way, then yes, I REALLY hate you, I thought before shaking my head. Now wasn’t the time for jokes! I needed to hunker down and get my stallion!

Gently putting him into the bed and under the covers, I crawled in and wrapped my hooves around him. “I don’t hate you, Ares,” I leaned down and rubbed our noses together, almost giggling when I saw the confusion in his eyes. “In fact, what if I told you the feeling was mutual?”

He blinked in disbelief before looking angrily around. “This is some bullshit prank by Luna isn’t it?” he asked while I nuzzled his cheek, grinning at the man’s silliness. “You’re married, you can’t—“

He flinched when I kissed his jaw, not breaking eye contact with him. “I let Shining go, Ares,” I told him, enjoying how soft his skin felt against my fur. “I told him that he deserved happiness with somepony else.”

I kissed away his tears as he looked down at me before lying back on top of him. “And I’ve been doing something thinking…”

I felt his shaky hands touch my back. “…Y-yeah?”

I nuzzled his cheek again. “Yep, and you know what?”

This time, my kiss was a little more aggressive; even more so than his—though I didn’t use tongue—my wings tickling his sides as he happily returned it. “I love you too.”

I grinned stupidly as his face light up before closing his eyes again. “Candy?”

“Yes, Ares?”

“My chest hurts.”

I paused, listening for a second to hear a very faint thumping sound. Cooing, I laid down onto his chest and closed my eyes as he held me. “My chest hurts too, Honey, but in a good way.”

I almost felt him smile weakly. “Honey?”

I nodded, nuzzling his chest. “Yep, I told you that I loved you, you told me that you love me, and the two of us aren’t sober enough to make slow, thoughtful decisions, so, before I wake up tomorrow I’m making you my special somepony.”

I felt him grab me under my front hooves and brag me further up his body. Opening an eye—a little more red-faced than I would like to admit—I saw Ares look down at me, fear in his eyes.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, his hands scratched my sides.

I nipped his neck playfully. “Yep.”

“And this isn’t some dream?”

I bit his nose, making him wince. “Ow!”

I giggled before kissing the little boo-boo I gave him. “Does that feel like you’re dreaming?”

I flinched when he bit me back. “Hey!” I cried, rubbing my nose with a hoof. “What did you do that for?!”

He snorted, keeping me from wiggling around, almost like he was afraid that I’d disappear if he let me go. “You started it…” he snarked before kissing my nose. “I’m still thinking that this is some weird drunk dream; at least wait a few days before you start biting….”

I sniffled--not able to keep up a strong front any longer-- wiping a tear from my cheek, so happy that I was pretty close to breaking down in tears. I can’t believe he loved me...Or loves me! I thought as the human—MY human now—started to stroke my neck.

This really couldn’t have gone any better!

With that really, really happy thought, I snuggled on top of my Ares and closed my eyes, getting ready to go to sleep so I could see what tomorrow was going to bring…

Trottingham, earlier that day…

Shining Armor couldn’t keep a small smile off his face as he watched thirty of his closest friends--that’s what they told him after he was nice enough to buy everypony in the pub a pint so he was sticking to that--singing and dancing like a bunch of foals.

Like almost every pub east of the city, this one was smoky, had bad lighting, and the tables and chairs looked like they were used as weapons more than once. This was a place where the first rule was to never order anything to eat. Ever.This was where the spirits were so strong and plentiful that you had to watch yourself or you’d be dancing on one of the tables like an idiot. Consequently, Shining was watching the stallion that had brought him where, his friend Shatter Shield, doing this very act.

In other words, it was one of the best places in the world for Shining.

It looks like I’m carrying him home… Again, Shining thought before taking another sip of Trottingham’s finest—or fine-ish, depending on how drunk you were–beer.

Not that that was a bad thing; if anything, Shining was really enjoying spending time with his old patrol buddies, raising a little hell and just having worry-free fun.

Even though it might have been a little selfish, the stallion honestly couldn’t remember the last time he had thought of his… wife.

Not that he could be blamed, weeks of pub-running and fun and games left him a little more blurry in the memory department than he cared to admit, but it still slightly bothered him.

Setting his mug down with a little sigh, he started to get up. “I better get Shield off that table,” he muttered to himself, weaving through the crowd of rambunctious ponies to get at his friend. “I don’t want him to start another drawl or any—“

“SHINING!”

Everypony in the bar stopped what they were doing to look at the now-opened door and the scrawny earth pony that was scanning the room with an envelope in his mouth. It was another one of Shining’s oldest, and possibly loudest, friends, another guard that had been assigned to this fair city, Stop Light.

Confused, Shining raised a hoof. “Stop, right here,” he called, the crowd politely parting the way for the small pony to get to him.

Muttering thank you’s and excuse me’s, Stop quickly made his way toward his friend as the bar started to pick right back up. Not at a level that would hinder Shining in anyway of course; the citizens of Trottingham were a courteous—almost in the extreme— bunch after all.

“Sir,” Stop began, Shining rolling his eyes. “I have a—“

Shining patted his friend in the head. “Stop, you don’t have to call me sir. We’re not on duty and I’m not your commanding officer,” he teased gently, getting a sheepish smile from Stop.

“Sorry si—er, I mean Shining, but you got this,” He hoofed him a letter. “It’s from Canterlot; the mailmare that brought it said that you needed to read it ASAP.

Shining looked down at the seemingly normal letter calmly, looking over the lettering, shape of the envelope, even its coloring, almost like he expected that it was going to explode if improperly handled.

“Thank you, Stop,” he said quietly, turning away from the stallion. “Why don’t you go get something to drink, maybe get Shield over there off that—“

CRASH!

“…Or could you see if the dummy’s alright? I’m just going to sit down and—“

Stop smiled. “I’ll see if we need to take him to the hospital… again,” shaking his head, the smaller stallion walked toward his fellow guard, a hint of a scowl on his face.

“Shield, aren’t you supposed to be on patrol right now?”

As Shining sat down at his little corner table, he heard a great, bellowing, laugh.

“Of course I am, Lad, I’m just helpin’ Shining here to relax is all!”

“Shield, stop drinking and go back to command!”

“Don’t you be tellin’ me what ta do, yer wanker!”

With a roll of his eyes, Shining wiggled in his seat--trying to get comfortable--setting the letter in front of him and picked up his beer. Taking a longer sip than usual, he just looked down at the little white envelope, quietly shifting around his thoughts.

You know what’s in there, he thought calmly. Just open the bucking thing.

His thoughts suddenly drifted to his mother and father as he picked up the envelope and carefully ripped it open. I should really send them a letter; see how they’re doing… Maybe I should send Twily one too…

With a spell, he lifted the letter out of its holdings, and, taking a calming breath, he opened it and began to read.

Dear Shining,

Firstly, I hope this letter reaches you in good spirits. (I couldn’t think of a good beginning, so there’s that) I’m doing well, and I really hope you are too…

Shining couldn’t help but smile. That was Cadence alright; she always had a problem with rambling in her letters’, especially if she was writing about something that made her nervous. Taking another sip of his drink, he continued to read.

Do you remember when the two of us were little and I’d bring over all of those little love books that I’d make you read whenever I babysat Twilight? All of those times that you rolled your eyes whenever I gushed about true love and how you and I were going to be together forever and ever?

Shining resisted the urge to just skip to the end, a knot forming in his chest as he forced himself to read.

For years and years I really, really believed in everything that was written in them, especially when I got my cutiemark for ‘love’. I believed that all I needed to do was a few things-- a few words, a box of candies, stuff like that-- and everypony could life together, loving each other, until they grew grey and died.

Unfortunately, I think I was wrong.

I had a lot of time to think about things with you and I apart. (And no, I’m not mad about that. You needed to get away and I don’t blame you) At first, some of the things I thought about really scared me.

Did we fall in ‘love’ because we didn’t know any better?

DId I deserve to be with you because of what’s wrong with me?

Did I really know about love?

For a while, until very recently in fact, I was really ready to lose my mind because of everything that was happening, but, fortunately, I had somepony to help me through all of that.

I know you really don’t like Ares….

Shining couldn’t help but snort. Why do ponies think I hate Ares? he thought, irritated. Sure, I don’t LIKE the guy, but he’s still kind of my friend…

But Ares, for a very long time actually, was one of the people that helped me get up in the morning. His jokes, how he helps ponies smile, his character, how he treats ponies the same, and--

...I’m sorry, this is getting a little hard to write so I’m just all over the place…

Shining could tell, the letter’s pages were wrinkled and tear-ridden and smudged.

I’ve gone through a mountain of paper and a bathtub full of ink trying to think of a way to tell you this properly, so that you wouldn’t hate me after reading this…

You know how Ares and I grew closer when he came to Canterlot, and I think you really didn’t like that, that you thought that he was trying to take you away from me? I think you saw everything he was doing to try to help us, so you started to get angry…

That fact that Cadence knew about that made the ex-captain flinch, but he couldn’t keep a little smile off of his face.

Not at him, but at yourself, though, as the months went by, you weren’t really that far off… I… Admittedly, started to feel something for Ares.

That fact that she said out loud--or on paper at least--didn’t bother Shining as much as it should have. In fact, it was almost a relief, a soothing, calming, relieving pain.

At first I was freaking out, I thought that I was a whorse, a cheater, just a bad pony, and I might be, but the feelings persisted and grew stronger over time.

Shining, for the longest time you were one of the only pony’s that I could really call a friend, and I will always love you for it. But just as a friend from now on.

I’ll completely understand if you hate me forever, if you and my Aunty’s and your father and Twilight never want to see me again. I think it might be a little rough for everypony for a little while and I’ll know it’s because of me, and I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself for it....

But this is something I think I have to do, I think I have to follow my heart on this, even if it ruins everything, even if Aunty Celestia and you and my subjects hate me. I think I have to follow my heart…

So, Shining, I set you free. Go and find a filly that you love and who makes you happy. I’d be happy to host your bachelor party, I’d love to see your kids when you have them, and I’ll support everything that you’d want, think about, etc...

I still have to tell everypony(including Ares; that’s not going to be fun) but I thought I’d tell you first, in fact I couldn’t think of anypony I’d tell first.

I’m sorry, I hope you’ll find it in yourself to forgive me one day,

Cadence

Shining took another calm sip of his drink before folding the paper, staring at the hardwood table in front of him as he thought over everything that was in that little tiny, small, giant, tremendous, powerful letter.

Shaking his head, he whispered, with a tear in his eye, “I already forgive you, Cadence… I hope that Ares makes you happy…”

“Shining, lad!” Shining blinked, looking across the pub to see his friends trying to wave him over. “Come over here! This filly has a story that ya need to hear! Funny as all hell it is!”

Shining nodded, wiping his eyes, a great big smile on his face. “Alright, give me a minute!”

Looking at the letter one last time, he hopped out of his chair and made his way over to them, to laugh, to live, to have a damned good time.

Canterlot, the next morning.

When I opened my eyes I couldn’t help but wonder why and the hay the sun felt like it was trying to burn a hole through my head.

Then my head politely bucked me in the forehead, kindly telling me that I was very, very hung over.

After that, my stomach decided to tell me that it really wasn’t feeling very well.

Oh, buck me! I thought, using a hoof to shield my eyes from my Aunt’s sun, which was trying its hardest to kill me. Ow, my head, ow, my head! Oh sweet Faust I’m sorry, please stop this horrible pain!

I whimpered, burrowing my head in Ares’s side to block out--

My eyes snapped open, and a blush, which also hurt for some reason, spread across my face when everything that happened the night before flash through my head.

Despite my ever-growing pain, I couldn’t help but lean up and peck Ares, my Ares, on the cheek, snuggling closer to him.

“Ares,” I whispered, nuzzling him. “Ares, wake up.”

I giggled when he tried to wiggle away from me, grumbling sleepily to himself. “Come on, sleepy head, it’s time to get up.”

He opened an eye, then immediately closed it with a groan. “Candy, why are you yelling?” he whispered back a me while I have him another nuzzle. “Why aren’t we--”

My human froze, forcing his eyes to snap open. My smile lessened when I saw fear. “C-Cadence, was I dreaming or--”

I leaned in and kissed him on the lips lovingly, Ares stiffening before closing his eyes and returning the kiss.

Using as much magic I could manage without my head exploding, I closed our bedroom curtains, enveloping the room in darkness.

With a happy little hum, I laid a wing over Ares and nuzzled the nape of his neck before whispering, “We’ll have to tell my Aunties'"

Ares nodded, his hand reaching down and grabbing my hoof, rubbing his thumb in circular motions around it. “We’ll have to tell everyone.”

“It’s not going to be easy, this isn’t going to be easy,” I warned, closing my eyes. “Some ponies really aren’t going to like this.”

Ares nodded again, looking down at me. “You’re right,” We lapsed into silence for a few minutes.

“Do you care?” he asked.

I couldn’t help but smile. “No, I really don’t think so,” I opened an eye to look up at him. “Is it alright if we take it slow?”

He gave me that little grin that I loved before leaning down and kissing my forehead. “Of course, Candy. We’ll take it as slow as you want…”

I giggled and squirmed as he ticked my belly, wrapping his arms around me again. “But before we get up to greet this fine day, how about we sleep off these hangovers?”

I nodded, placing my head under his chin and closed my eyes. “Yeah, lets do that…” After some thought, I added, “I love you…”

My human’s grip tightened around me. “I love you too, Cadence. I really do…”

The End

Author's Notes:

There we go!...

A short, sweet, and to the meat ending!

Oh, and happy twenty-first birthday, Zammy, I hope you get that pony you always wanted!

I will fix this unedited version later in the week.

...I can't think of anything else to put in here...