Green was never your favorite color. If you had to pick one, it would be blue, however cliche that sounded. The blue of the sky and of the seas always captivated your heart and set your mind free. Purple was a close second, mainly because it was so similar to blue, but retained a more mysterious aura to it; and no better morning have you had in many a year than the one you were part of now. Lush green grass that resembled the bristle on a paintbrush waved in the wind and stretched for miles upon miles until you could see no more. It was almost beautiful enough to change your opinion about its color. The field was made even more beautiful by tiny blue flowers that garnished the landscape. You could feel it in between your hooves as it tickled the thin layer of fur on your lower legs. The breeze kissed your face and blew your mane back gracefully, helping the sun that sat naked in the cloudless sky warm you.

Tiny flowers stood amongst the grass, begging for the attention of anyone who could see them with their colorful petals and bright yellow cores. Upon closer inspection, the flowers resembled a species that you were familiar with; morning glory. You weren't much for botany, but you always could remember what these looked like for some reason. Oddly enough, as you looked out at the rest of the flowers on the horizon, they were all different shades of white and blue. Some were so dark blue that they were almost black, and some were so light blue that they were almost completely white.

The wind picked up and to your surprise, the multiple flowers began to lift up with it and spun in the air. They followed the wind current like tiny boats through a set of rough rapids. They swirled around in the breeze, but they never blew too far from you. In fact, they were beginning to cluster in front of you to the point where you couldn't see anything but a blur of blue and white. Shielding your eyes from flying petals, you watched as they slowly began to accumulate into a pattern. All of the whitest flowers bunched together, followed by some darker blues on top and behind.

After a minute or so, you began to see the shape resemble that of a pony. However, this wasn't just anypony. The white body and the electric blue mane and tail hinted towards the pony that you loved most: Vinyl Scratch. Your assumption was made into an assurance when a dozen or so dark blue flowers formed into a musical note and attached themselves onto the "coat" of the pony made of flowers.

Your eyes widened as a stiff gust of wind pushed right into your face, forcing you to close your eyes from the barrage of flowers hitting it. However, instead of the flowers pelting you at high speed, they gently enveloped your body and filled your nostrils with a soothing floral aroma.

"Alex..." The smoothest and gentlest whisper teased your ear as the flowers accumulated over your body.

"I love you." The sun shined bright into your face and you closed your eyes tight so that it wouldn't hurt them. You began to feel air rush underneath your body and lift you into the air.

Everything faded to black, but not for long. A dark red light slowly filled the darkness. The sound, the feel, and the smell of everything around you began to slip away into nothingness. Your eyes opened again and you were greeted by a harsh beam of sun coming through the window of Twilight's living room. You closed them again as your mind came to the self-awareness of the dream you just had. Oddly enough, you didn't feel groggy at all given the fact that you were sleeping on a sofa instead of a bed. You laid there for a while, staring up at the ceiling while small dust specs floated above your head and shimmered when they passed by the light coming from the window.

You lifted your head up and stretched your legs as you began to crack your knuckles, which used to be a common morning ritual for you except for the fact that you didn't have knuckles anymore. Your hooves clopped together awkwardly and you remembered once again that your body wasn't the way it used to be. Even after a month of being a pony, your mind still had some difficulty adapting to it at certain times. You had become thankful recently that you didn't turn into a pegasus. Just thinking about how to sleep with two large appendages on your back made you restless.

There were several blankets layered over you, one of which was made of fleece and nearly made you break a sweat after a short while. You only remembered going to bed with two thin sheets, so you deduced that Twilight had come in to cover you up more. As your right eye peeked open and found the window, you could see why.

Snow. You could see it fall from the sky as if somepony was beating the stuffing out of a large pillow up above. It was piled about halfway up the window, but the low morning sun still managed to seep through. As you stripped off more and more blankets, you could feel the radiant chill coming from outside. However, the fur on your body did a well enough job of insulating you from it, which surprised you given the fact that it was relatively thin. Your hooves clopped down onto the wooden floor and, after stretching your legs and neck, trotted over to the window. As you looked out, you could see most of the houses down the street sitting in quite a few inches of thick fluffy snow.

You weren't deterred whatsoever from the weather, in fact, you loved it. Before you had come to Equestria, you lived in a warmer area that rarely got to see snow whatsoever. Winters were merely cold fronts brought about by rain storms and they never reached below 10 degrees celsius. When it did snow, it was only for an hour or so and it never got above a half of an inch. However, you had only seen snow back home about twice in your lifetime. Touching the middle of your hoof to the window, you could feel the cold from outside.

"Gooood morning!" Twilight greeted you melodically. You jumped slightly from the sudden presence behind you.

"Oh, mornin' Twi."

"Whatcha lookin' at?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm just not used to seeing snow, is all."

"What? Don't tell me they don't have snow where you came from..." You sensed Twilight's sarcasm but you played along with it.

"Huh? Yeah, we do, but just not around the place I used to live. It was too warm."

The two of you sat in a somewhat awkward silence as you continued to look out of the window while Twilight watched you. The snow outside was getting thicker and thicker and it showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. The sun was well above the horizon at this point and it was already beginning to melt away at the frost on the icy window in front of your muzzle. It's light reflected off of the cotton-like blankets strongly and it would hurt your eyes a little if you stared at it for too long.

"You can go outside and enjoy it, if you want to." You turned around at Twilight who was giving you an odd yet amused look.

"Really? Can I?"

"Well sure, it's not like you need my permission or any-" You were outside by the time Twilight finished her sentence.

"-thing..." She rolled her eyes and grinned a bit before going back to her book.

Mornings were and had always been particularly blissful for Octavia, and not just because of selfish reasons like Vinyl being asleep for most of them. The soft rising sun in the east, which in turn woke the songbirds, set a chain reaction that naturally woke Octavia right when it peeked over the horizon. As with most Canterlot folk, the first thing she did was brew a pot of rosemary tea in the kitchen. It was the one thing she looked forward to most in the mornings, or to be more specific, it was finally sitting down with a hot cup of tea on a cold morning such as this and feeling the sips of it warm her from the inside out whilst giving her just enough caffeine so that she didn't bounce off walls yet remained energized for the day ahead.

The thought itself almost gave her a bit of warmth as she slowly walked through the living room into the kitchen, shivering a little from drowsily waking up and abandoning her thick warm bed sheets. She threw on her favorite pink silk nightgown that was laying over the back of the couch. It wasn't much in terms of insulation, but any material combined with pony fur was enough to keep warm. It was delicate to the touch, as were most products of Rarity's custom works. It even had Octavia's cutie mark: a purple treble cleft on the upper left-hoof corner of the fabric.

It was tasks like making a pot of tea and grabbing the newspaper that made Octavia wish she had a unicorn horn. Living with a unicorn whose work depended on magic made it somewhat worse, but she always dismissed the feeling by telling herself that it gave her more hoof-eye coordination. Mocking somepony because of their horn, wings, or lack thereof, was extremely taboo in Equestria, so earth ponies like Octavia have never had to feel buyers remorse for their birth gift. It was this hoof-eye coordination that Octavia had developed that allowed her to menial tasks so easily. Before she progressed another thought into the morning, she was already sitting down at the kitchen table reading over the next issue of Canterlot Weekly and enjoying tea. However, it was just at that moment when the discouraging thought filtered through her head.

"'Mornin' Octy!"

It was Monday. It was the only one day of the week that Vinyl didn't sleep late because the club she performed at didn't open on Sunday nights. It was the only morning of the week that Octavia tended not to enjoy. Not because of her roommate, but because of her-

"Wubwasher time!"

"Vinyl, wait... Can you just-"

Vinyl turned the knob on her dishwasher all the way to the "eleven" position, and a low rising bass tone erupted from it. Octavia, all too familiar with the effects of her roommate's "wubwasher", tucked her cup of tea into her chest and rolled up the newspaper and quickly fled outside. She shut the back door behind her firmly and then let out a large exhale as the dampened music played inside. Thankfully, she had escaped before the main cycle started. After the ringing in her ears died down, she collected her things and set up the patio table to finish her tea in peace under the small section of roof that protected her from the gently falling snow.

The unease soon returned to her face, however, as she remembered that she had forgotten to move the china from the kitchen before Vinyl came in. She kept reading the black and white newspaper while hoping to Celestia that they would still be in one piece once she returned.

"Ugh..."

She covered her ears with her hooves tightly as the sound still managed to penetrate through the walls. A tiny vein in her forehead was beginning to become swollen and she could feel a headache throbbing at her temples. The blunt chill from the snow began to sink deep into her coat until it became nearly unbearable not to shiver.

"Oh, sod it."

Throwing off her night gown a huff of defeat, she got up from the table and escaped through the small gate in the fence at the very back of the back yard, leaving tiny hoof-tracks in the snow. Her legs trotted strongly both to make her way through the many inches of snow on the ground, but also to warm herself up. Thick clouds of condensation escaped her muzzle as she made her way around the house and back onto the street where just the presence of passing-by ponies warmed her a bit. Knowing that the cycle on Vinyl's washer usually lasted an approximate hour, she continued down the street and decided to go for a quick jog. It wasn't because she was out of shape; her body often times made Vinyl jealous. Perhaps it was because of an adventurous spark that lit in her mind for a split second and didn't die out until she had already set her mind to exercise.

She greeted the seldom number of ponies that happened to be out and about on such a cold day with a short-breathed "good morning" as her fast-paced clops from her hooves made their way down the main road in Ponyville. She could judge by her pace that a few laps from Twilight's tree house and her own would make for a long enough outing in order to make it back just in time for the bass-rinse to finish. The burn of a morning workout flared just for a few minutes, but quickly dulled out as she found her pace. The cold air, however, wasn't as forgiving. It dried out her lungs and throat and although it helped her to avoid heat exhaustion, it began to sting inside of her as she could faintly see the tallest branches of the tree house behind the buildings in the distance.

Once you were outside, you looked around for the biggest mound of snow and galloped straight for it before diving head-first into it. The texture of the snow was extremely light and you almost felt like you would dive right through it. However, you were brought to a stop mid-way through and the blissful chill kissed every inch of your body. You began to dig your way forward and you quickly emerged from the other side with bits of snow covering your entire coat and mane. You laid there for a few moments letting the feel of the snow relax you and bent your neck down to munch on the thicker snow beneath you as if you were eating a snow-cone. It melted against your warm tongue almost instantly and the cool water began trickling down your throat as you lifted yourself out of the mound and shook the snow off of you.

"Enjoying the weather, are we?"

You looked up to see Octavia standing in the snow right in front of you watching you fool around. You immediately put on a more polite demeanor which was a habit that you formed quickly after weeks of talking to her. She had such an elizabethan style attitude that, if you knew better, was beginning to rub off on you in many ways, save for the few spontaneous outbursts of childlike fun like diving headfirst into a mound of snow and swimming around in it.

"Good morning..."

You expected a prudish and condescending stare from her but instead you were pleased to see her smile and even giggle a little. She came up to you and brushed her hoof through your mane to knock off the lingering bits of snow that still lay there.

"Goodness, Alex. You act as if you've never seen snow before."

"No, I have. Just not in a long time. So what brings you out here?"

"Vinyl..." She rolled her eyes as she was reminded of why she went out in the first place.

"Dishwasher?"

"Yes..." She rubbed her temples with her hoof.

"Didn't I hear it going off just the other day? You girls must go through dishes quickly."

"No, its not that. She just...really likes washing dishes."

"I can see that." You smiled warmly, although you were beginning to shiver a little from the raw exposure to snow. Octavia took notice and her face lit up a little.

"Would you like to come over? I'm sure Vinyl will hold off from her dish washing duty if you dropped by, and I also have some hot tea brewing."

Your initial reaction was to ask if Twilight would give you permission. Even though you were a relatively adult pony and could make your own decisions, Twilight was still a princess and you thought it polite to ask anyway. You turned around and started to go back in, but you could see Twilight's head behind the ground floor window looking at you happily and nodding slightly. Apparently, she had been watching you the whole time. You gave her an apologetic smile and waved before turning back to Octavia.

"I'd love to! The weather's starting to get the better of me, anyway." You had realized a few seconds ago that you had begun shivering and the thought of hot tea pouring down your throat attracted you, along with meeting your special some-pony that you hadn't seen in a few days.

The two of you walked slowly back through Ponyville's main street despite the air being so cold that it could freeze your nostrils into icicles. Octavia moved at a slower pace than you hoped, not only because you were excited to see Vinyl, but also because you wanted to warm your body up by moving faster. However, you thought that insisting to speed up the walk would've come across as impolite, so you decided to tough it out. Happy faces were always around you when you walked through Ponyville. The memory of your heroism still lingered in their minds and you knew that it would not easily be forgotten. The feeling of being in Equestria would've been enough to make your soul warm, but the fact that you were held on such a high pedestal exponentially increased the feeling.

"Good morning Alex!" Called out a young mare named Roseluck from behind her rose stand. She was one of many ponies that you got to know while living in Ponyville. She was a kind earth pony with a beautiful mane and an off-white coat that reminded you of Vinyl's. Random floral gifts from you to Vinyl had caused the two of you to cross paths many times, but she was outgoing enough to strike up conversation with you even when you weren't looking to buy. She would always offer to give her flowers to you free of charge, but you still paid her. You wondered how in Equestria she managed to keep her stock safe from the weather, but gave a warm greeting and continued on.

"Seems you're quite the popular one around Ponyville. Then again, I can't really blame you." Octavia noticed your extroversion and narrowed her eyelids a little to give you a teasing look. "Be careful not to make Vinyl too jealous."

Your face reddened a little in embarrassment but you chose not to say anything in fear of it being taken the wrong way or out of context. The blush was almost enough to thaw you out, but not quite. You were almost to Octavia's front door when You heard a *tink!* on the ground next to you.

"Oh curse my clumsiness... It's so hard to hold these keys in this weather..."

You turned around to see Octavia looking around in the snow for her keys that she had apparently dropped. Barely escaping the guilty pleasure of sneaking a peek at the cellist's plot, you turned and began pushing the snow aside trying to help her find them. Eventually, your hoof made a *tink* against the set of golden keys. However, before you could pick them up, your hoof was stopped by Octavia who tried to get them at the same time. The awkward touching of hooves made the both of you fluster and back away embarrassingly.

"S-sorry..." You picked the keys up and gave them to her.

The door opened with a the solid churning of the deadbolt and the two of you quickly went inside to escape the weather. To your surprise and relief, there was already a small yet strong fire alight in the fireplace of the living room and you went straight to it, propping your hooves up towards it and warming them as you crashed back onto the couch adjacent to it. In addition, there wasn't so much as a peep from the dishwasher that lay silent in the kitchen behind you. In any other circumstance, you would've refrained from displaying such at-home manners, but during the few weeks that you've spent coming back and forth from here, the two mares have helped you feel right at home. Shortly after you began to relax, Octavia joined you and did the same, lifting her hooves and exhaling deeply as the radiant heat of the flames thawed the both of you.

Octavia closed her eyes and let her body relax in a position that you wouldn't have thought usual for someone of her high-class personality. Perhaps you hadn't yet gotten used to being able to see someponies' private areas from the right angle even in public, but even so, you thought Octavia must have known that her marehood was almost completely visible from her legs being so relaxed and spread. You couldn't help but to peek out of your left eye and look. You didn't often see her being so open and defenseless with Vinyl or anypony else, especially with you. As you took a nervous gulp and mentally thought of random things to surpress your relatively exposed member from getting excited, you wondered whether or not it was her intention for you to look in the first place.

You closed your eyes again and left your hooves on the hearth as you began to smell a sweet scent coming from behind you. You couldn't tell exactly what it was since the only sounds being made in the house were from the slow breathing of the two of you on the couch and the spontaneous flaring crackles of wood emitting from the fireplace. Just when your stallionhood was about to completely relax and retract fully into its sheath, you were surprised with a gentle kiss on your cheek . The sudden stimulation almost made your shaft fully extend if it weren't for your hoof desperately hiding it as you sat up quickly. A kiss from Vinyl wouldn't have surprised you, but since Octavia was the only pony in the room with you, you turned to your left in shock as your face turned crimson.

"Hey, babe."

The third voice nearly made you jump as it whispered directly into your left ear without warning. However, your protest towards Octavia was left unsaid as you began to realize that the voice that whispered to you belonged to none other than Vinyl Scratch who trotted around the couch to your right holding a tray of hot tea with her light blue magic.

"H-hey..."

"Vinyl? You actually made us tea?"

"Yeah...What, I can't make tea for my best friend and the cutest stallion in Equestria?"

She gave Octavia a dejected look as she set the tray down on the coffee table in front of the two of you. You blushed a little as she followed up her affection with a quick yet sincere kiss on your lips that made you grin widely afterwards.

Octavia digressed. "I'm sorry, Vinyl. I appreciate the generosity. And thank you for putting the dish washer on hold."

Vinyl took a seat to your right and offered you a cup. You took it thankfully. Her hoof settled down and covered yours next to you as she snuggled close to you lovingly. You wrapped your foreleg around her waist and held her close while you took a sip.

Octavia's eyes widened a bit. "Wow, Vinyl, this is... Actually pretty good!"

"Nopony said I didn't know how to make tea." Vinyl replied somewhat sarcastically as you felt your insides slowly warming from the sweet nectar-like tea.

"Thanks babe." You nuzzled her cheek affectionately and made her face redden a little.

"So... Did you ask him yet?!" Vinyl suddenly blurted out with excitement in her eyes.

"Huh? Ask me what?" You turned to Octavia questioningly.

Octavia put her tea down. "My apologies, I nearly forgot why I invited you here in the first place." She cleared her throat. "Well, as we both know, you and Vinyl are quite...inseparable," She looked up and down at the two of you cuddling like love-birds. "And you've been over at our home so often that..."

Vinyl was nearly jumping up and down on the couch next to you as Octavia continued. "What I'm trying to say is-"

"You wanna move in with us?!" Vinyl blurted out again, unable to contain herself.

Your heart nearly skipped a beat, but not in a bad way. Having a lover ask you to move in with her would certainly be exciting, but throwing in the small detail that you would me moving in with Vinyl and Octavia made you nearly shed a tear of joy.

"R-really? You two are okay with that?" You looked back over to Octavia with concern in your eyes as you didn't want to intrude too much.

"Yes. I feel like it would be the logical thing to do, seeing as you and Vinyl are getting along quite fluidly. Also, I suppose some new company might make things a little... more interesting around here."

"Well in that case, yeah, I'd love to! I mean... I'd have to ask Twilight, of course, but-"

Octavia cut you off by giving you a stern yet motherly look. "But you will have to do your fair share and help us with chores and what not, understood?"

"Oh come on, Octy, don't be like that..."

"No Vinyl, it's okay, I understand. Don't worry, I'll do whatever you need me to do."

"Good. Your things have already been moved to Vinyl's room in advance."

"Oh, sweet. W-wait, what? How?"

Octavia gave a somewhat mischievous grin." I had my friend Twilight help me out by teleporting them here."

"You... She..."

"I take care of my affairs well ahead of time, Sir Alex."

She lifted her chin and crossed her arms proudly whilst giving you a playful wink. You had to give her credit for crossing her "t's" and dotting her "i's", but you'd certainly have to have a word with Twilight after all of this was said and done.

"Anywho, I have rehearsal to attend, so I'll be out for a few hours." She finished her tea with one last sip and gently wrapped her cello case that was sitting on the back of the couch over her back.

"Oh alright... Is there anything you need me to do while you're gone?"

Octavia turned around before she reached the door and gave you a funny grin. "Yes. Behave yourselves."

And with that, Octavia was out in the cold with the door slammed shut behind her. A few flurries of snow managed to sneak in from outside before the door closed, littering the welcome mat inside as the chilled breeze hit the two of you. Vinyl reacted by shivering a little and tucking herself closer to you while nuzzling your chest. Once you were sure that Octavia was gone, you reclined with her and laid across the sofa with you back to the cushion and the two of your bellies pressing together as you wrapped your front legs around her waist.

It only took a single moment of looking into her eyes before pulling her into a soft kiss. However, the softness of the affectionate gesture soon intensified as you felt Vinyl's heavy breathing against you and her body rubbing up against you sexually. Her lips became wetter and it wasn't long before her tongue began to take part in the kiss, thus turning it into a make-out session that threw your hormones into gear.

As both of your passions rose, you began to notice something odd about her. Even though your fur was brushing flat against hers, her body was giving off an unusual amount of heat. She was beginning to moan involuntarily into your mouth, even though you weren't stimulating her marehood in any way, as her warm wet tongue wrapped around yours. You let her explore your mouth with her slippery appendage as you brought your hooves down from her waist to her soft round plot. That's when you realized something else surprising. It was enough to make you pull back out of the kiss in surprise.

"Vinyl... How are you already this wet? You're nearly soaked."

She looked back with dilated eyes that oozed with sexual desperation and passion. She breathed hot puffs of air out of her mouth which tickled the fur on your neck. No words left her mouth for many moments. Instead, she looked at you as if she was looking at a four course meal on an empty stomach. She even licked her lips a little and then bit down on her lip as she gently gyrated her hips on top of your erecting member.

"T-there's something else I forgot to tell you, Alex..."

Her already pink face turned red as her eyes shifted to your left out of embarrassment. You slowly tipped her chin towards you so that she would make eye contact with you. You momentarily set aside your desires and looked at her with concern.

"What's wrong, babe?"

"Well... I'm..."

A sudden wave of fear swept through you as you remembered your last passionate encounter a few weeks ago. Neither of you were sexually sober enough to realize that you had came inside of her, and you never really thought that she could become pregnant until just now. You cursed yourself mentally for being so careless. Your mind was racing and thinking of a dozen different things at once. You had thought about whether or not your semen was potent before, since you weren't truly a pure-bred pony, but the risk involved with the issue never quite hit you until just now. You didn't think you would be too bad at raising a child, but having a kid with Vinyl Scratch? What would Princess Celestia think? Or Luna? You couldn't think of anything particularly devastating coming from Vinyl being pregnant, far from it. The fear you felt was mostly from excitement and nervousness, not regret. Nonetheless, it was too much stress for you to handle all at once. Your heart raced, and you could feel the burn of adrenaline rushing through your veins as you awaited to hear some potential heavy news from Vinyl. You could feel her warm sexual fluids drip down from between your legs and over your bare hardening shaft, which didn't help your sex drive settle one bit.

"I'm..."

You took a deep gulp and prepared yourself for the worst. However, trying not to appear as if Vinyl being pregnant would be a bad thing, you stroked her mane in an attempt to comfort her.

"Are you pregnant?" She gave you a weird look and raised an eyebrow at you, which somewhat broke the thick pleasure in her eyes.

"What? No, of course not." She shook her head slightly as you let out the large breath that you were holding in your chest without knowing.

"I'm... In heat..."

Author's Notes:

If there are any grammatical or spelling errors, please PM me and let me know so that I can fix them asap. Thanks for reading! <3
~Canadianbrony91