#1 Coco Pommel
 
>You've been loving your new life in Equestria.
>Specifically your time in Ponyville; it's every bit as amazing as you thought it would be.
>But there's still so much to see, so you planned a weekend trip to Manehatten.
>Rarity was kind enough to contact her friend there, who was happy to let you stay at her place for your time there.
>Some pony named Coco Pommel. Pretty silly name, but its not like anything here makes sense anyways.
>You just got off the train when you see the tiny cream-coated pony trotting up to you.
>You wave back, and she gives you a kind smile.
>"Oh, hello! You must Anonymous. Rarity told me all about you."
>You smile back.
"Heh, good things, I hope."
>She covers her muzzle and giggles.
>"Only that you're tall and... Foreign. I'm Coco Pommel, nice to meet you!"
>...
>Some time later, she's got you back at her place - a quaint apartment in the heart of the big apple.
>The Big Horseapple, you assume.
>Anyway, she's only got the one bed and her sofa is not really big enough for you to sleep on. So it seems you'll be bunking with her.
>Luckily the ponies are very physical creatures and she never even hesitated when offering.
>Now, you're setting your luggage down next to your side of the bed while she follows, telling you all about her day in the world of pony fashion.
>Not that you're really listening... You've kind of got a problem.
>Ponies are usually quite animated in their expressions and even their speech is usually punctuated with many highs and lows. But man, when they wanna be soft-spoken, they can be reaaally soft.
>And that just puts you right to sleep. Right now, she's not excited, or afraid, or any other extreme.
>Coco's just content, and so she's giving you the soft-speech treatment. Once your stuff is all in its proper place, and with no other immediate task, the sound is already putting weight on your eyelids.
>It was a long train ride, after all....
>You look out the window and see the Sun is starting to dip low. Maybe now won't be a bad time to tuck in.
>Coco's hooves clop lightly as she steps out of the room and off her carpet behind you. You hear her voice raise slightly from her modest kitchen.
>"Would you like some tea, Anonymous?"
"Ah, I'm not too sure I could last a whole cup of tea, to be honest. That train ride left me absolutely exhausted."
>You stifle a yawn as your body agrees with your statement.
>"Oh, but isn't there nothing better than a nice cup of tea before bed?"
>Yes, a soft pony who's down to cuddle. But you don't say that.
"Well... If you insist. What are you making?"
>"I'm afraid I only have Earl Grey at the moment... I-is that okay with you?"
>Oh shit.
>Coco, what are you doing?
"That definitely sounds like it'll speed up the process...."
>Her hoof clops become muted as soon as she steps back onto the carpet in the room.
>"It's okay if you don't finish it; I just find that tea makes me feel really warm and safe at night."
>As she says this, she emphasizes it by wrapping her hooves around herself and closing her eyes.
>You stand there watching while she rocked herself side to side a little, like she's holding a baby.
>This pony is either super lonely or just super adorable.
>Probably some mixture of both.
>The kettle whistles from the other room, breaking her from her trance.
>"Oh, already? I'll be right back!"
>She clops out of the room again. You sigh and rub the sides of your head for a second.
>Just keep it together for one cup of tea, Anon....
>You busy yourself by laying out your set of clothes for tomorrow while she lays out the two cups of tea.
>"My, it's so interesting how much clothing you wear just day to day, Anonymous."
"Mhmm, it's a struggle, I can tell you. It must be nice, getting to walk about with no pants everyday."
>You turn and smile at her. She jumps up on the bed and sits politely with her tail curled around her legs like a cat.
"And please, just Anon is fine."
>She smiles back, before continuing.
>"Oh, quite the contrary, uhm, Anon. Sometimes I wish I could just wear clothes all over my body at all times of the day...."
>You chuckle and stand back up from finishing laying out your stuff.
"Heh, well I dunno... Don't you think you'd get a bit tired of always having to dress and undress?"
>Her eyes widen and she gasps slightly.
>"Oh, never! It must be so much fun mixing and matching all your individual garments to make a new look each day. It's like..."
>She pads across her bed to the edge where you're standing and pauses.
>Slowly, her hoof raises up and gently grazes against the side of your leg. A slight blush appears on her cheeks as she quitely utters, barely more than a whisper.
>"... It's like you wear your heart on your sleeve every single day...."
>A tingle goes up your back; you breath escapes through your nose.
>That is such a strange way to look at wearing pants... But you suppose it's to be expected from a fashion pony.
>Jeez, though. If this is what she's like on night 1, you don't know if you'll make it a full weekend.
"That's one way to look at it, I guess...."
>
>"... And so I came down to two possible "