"And that's when my tuft will get HUGE and my wings will finally be wider than Flurry's, and I solve all the unrequited love problems in Equestria!"
Shining sighs.
"That's a nice fantasy, dear. I'll prepare the beanbag by the voyeurscope, like we did last year."
You try to frown but Shining knows you too well.
"And I'll get two feedbags of those stale heart-shaped candies!"
Shining kisses you on the cheek.
"That's my mare."
As you make a withdrawal from the strategic candy reserves, you muse about how lucky you are. You've always been rather colty for a mare, even before becoming the embodiment of the magic of love. And yet, here you are with a loving janefilly husband who has given you a beautiful daughter. All those mares who whispered behind your back about being a foalsitter can suck your clit, you hit the jackpot with that gig. You pull a pot of tea out of stasis and two cups and return to the living room. Shining perks up at the smell.
"Is that Anon's tea?"
You smile at him.
"I had him make it yesterday and put it into stasis. Happy Hearts and Hooves day, babe."
He accepts his cup with grin and a peck on your cheek.
"You too. Now get over here and let's see the fruits of your labor."
You belly flop onto the beanbag and loop the feedbag strap behind your head. Shining leans against your side as he puts his own on. You send a spark of magic to the voyeurscope, the crystal ball shimmering to show the first of many couples awkwardly meeting for their date. Technically, the voyeurscope is an illegal artifact, grandmothered in due to its use as a historical tool of government security. But that doesn't matter, you have been preparing for this day for months. Countless letters of introduction sent (1337 according to Twilight), each with a list of suggested topics, activities, and gifts. Notices sent to the various restaurants and gift shops about what to stock up on and expect. Contracting with a sympathetic Great One to provide portals between distant lovers. All for this one day of celebration and romance.
You flick from couple to couple to herd, smiling in satisfaction as their relationships deepen before you. Hours pass, consumed in stale candy, delicious tea, cuddling, and observing your matchmaking results. You can't help but notice how Shining has been nuzzling your neck, nosing closer and closer to your tuft. You flick the scope to one last couple. Anon, your ever vigilant, ever diligent foalsitter, keeping an eye on Flurry while scratching and petting Raven Inkwell. The poor, overworked mare practically melts on his lap, a blissful expression on her face. Perfect.
You deactivate the scope and roll Shining onto his back. He stares up at you with a cute blush on his face. You climb on top of him, shoving his snout into your tuft and straddling his hips.
"You've been so patient with me, my love. It's time for your reward."
He makes a muffled whimper, and you can feel his need, hot and rising between your legs. You may be one of the luckiest mares in Equestria, time to prove it.