>you're lying in bed
>it's midnight
>and you can't sleep
>it's too warm, any you're thirsty
>your mind is in a state of half wakefulness
>but no matter what you do, you just cannot slumber
>and you're just staring at the ceiling now
>a light rapping comes to your door
>"Anon?"
>it's your house-mate, Coke Pony
>"Can I come in?"
"Yes..."
>your throat is very dry, and the word comes out in a croak
 
>the door creaks open, and the liquid-filled glass mare steps into the room
>she trots over to your bedside
>"Sorry, I just can't sleep tonight, and it's cold out, but..."
>Coke glances downward at the floor, and you hear her fizz a bit in embarrassment
>"...Could I sleep in your bed with you? It's too cold..."
>she fizzes more
>"...I'll just go now..."
>she turns to leave
"...Wait."
>Coke stops and looks back at you, eyes widened with hope
"I suppose you could stay, if the cold is bothering you."
>she breaks into a large smile, and hops onto the bed, glass hooves clinking from the force of the jump
 
>Coke steps over you, onto the other side of the bed
>she lifts the covers with her forehooves, and shimmies under the sheets head-first
>soon her head re-emerges from the cloth covering right-side-up, and she beams happily at you
>"Thanks, Anon!"
>she wraps her forelegs around your chest
>Coke's glass skin is cool, as if she had been refrigerated for a good fifteen minutes
>you embrace her as well, cooling your body down, letting the heat flow into her, eliciting a warm sigh from the soda pony
"You're welcome."
>she takes notice of the croak in your voice
>"...Anon, would you like a drink?"
"It would be nice, but you don't have to go out and pour me a glass of water if you don't want to."
>she simply giggles at your words
>and Coke puts her lips to yours, and slowly dribbles her namesake fluids into your mouth
>the soda fizzes and coats your throat
>brown, tangy liquid flows freely down your gullet, and slowly, your thirst is quenched
>Coke pulls out of the peculiar kiss
 
>"You're welcome~"
"Heh, thanks, I guess."
>she fizzes a bit more once she realized that it's not exactly the most common thing to leak your own fluids into someone else's mouth
>you chuckle, and pull her closer in your embrace
>her glass legs clink together with the movement, and she nuzzles her snout just under your chin for warmth
>both your body temperatures regulated, and your thirst quenched, you begin to drift off to sleep
>but you will remember tonight fondly
>on the edge of consciousness, you hear two last words before entering a deep slumber, soda pony still wrapped around you
>"Goodnight, Anon~"
 
[END]