ANON'S POV
>Damn, today was a busy day.
>People back at the office need to cut you some slack.
>They need to get it into their heads that filing and proof reading isn't your job.
>You work in the mail room. Always have.
>At least you're done for the day. 4 days till your next paycheck.
>You decide to call for a cab.
>You don't live that far away from your job, but you think you deserve some rest.
>You look around at the city.
>Busy as usual, people walking back from their jobs.
>You have to stand on the stairs leading from the building to avoid getting trampled.
>Ah, there's the taxi.
>You wait for an opening in the crowd, then quickly get through.
>Cabs smell weird.
>"Hey, where to?"
"Home."
>You weren't really thinking when you said that, but he nods, and revs the engine.
>It takes him a while to build up some speed on such a busy road, but it clears up, and it seems like smooth sailing from that point.
>But suddenly, the taxi lifts off of the road and heads towards the sky, leaving the city behind you.
>Blue lights glitter on the purple starscape. You feel G force pushing you back into your seat, and the stars blur.
>You see yourself panic, no idea what's going on.
>You try to look for the face of the driver in the mirror, but you can barely move.
>Suddenly, there's light. Bright light.
>...You're home.
 
>You wake up.
>Stupid dream.
>It's not the first time you had it, but it doesn't get any less wierd.
>You shrug it off, and you try to renember where you are.
>Oh, yeah. You went to sleep on that bench. Where's Rainbow Dash?
>You try to check around, but a slight weight pressing on your chest reminds you.
>Still asleep, huh?
>Oh, damn. It's night time.
>And you still don't have a shirt.
>If it weren't for the warm pony, you'd probably be dying of hypothermia right now. You'd at least a cold.
>How is RD though?
>From the sound of her breathing, she seems to be sleeping soundly.
>...And from the senstation a of cold trail snaking across your chest, drooling, too.
>Ugh, god, it traces over one of your...Agh. Gross. And cold.
>You don't get up too quickly, as to not disturb her.
>She seems to be sleeping like a rock, but you don't want to risk it.
>You'll just have to take her back to her house, and...
>...Oh, right. She lives in the sky.
>Better get Twil-
>...Nope, she's probably trying to sleep too.
>Well, that's just great. Now what?
>...Guess she'll just have to sleep at your place.
>You cradle the sleeping pony, and try to navigate.
>You know this street by sight, but it's dark, so it's not as familiar as it once was.
>There are streetlights, though.
>Walking causes a breeze to brush across the saliva. You hold back a shudder.
>You have to admit, Ponyville is kind of eerie like this. You'll have to focus on Rainbow dash's snoring so you don't hear any noises that aren't there.
>You know you were confident about it last night, but you really hope pony thugs don't exist.
>...Damnit, now she's drooling down your back.
 
>Well, it wasn't easy, but there it is.
>Good thing you left a light on. It's on the outskirts, so there aren't many artificial light sources.
>You can barely see the path beneath your feet.
>You feel like your a fish swimming in one of those dark abysses, the light reminding you of an angler fish's lantern.
>...Don't come up with reasons not to go towards your OWN HOUSE, please.
>Rainbow grunts, and nearly makes you jump.
>She pulls her front legs tighter around your chest, makes a few contented whines, and then continues to snore.
>OK, she's still adorable, all things considered. Even the drooling.
>You want to ruffle her mane really badly, but you also don't want her to wake up.
>...You're probably the only thing that's doing something at this hour that isn't sleeping.
>Unless you count predators.
>Wait, there aren't going to be any...Timberwolves walking around at this time are they?
>This close to civilisation? Naah...Probably not...
>...If there were, it'd ruin everything. They'd attack you, RD would wake up, and you'd have to deal with timberwolves.
>Not like they're not difficult to take down. One well thrown rock makes them fall apart.
>It's making them STAY down that's the trouble.
>You'd be in the house by the time they pulled themselves back together, and you may need to barricade your door.
>It'd then turn into one of those cheesy survivor horror movies, where you'd be the jock who has to keep all the monsters back, and...
>...OK, Rainbow would ALSO be the jock who would try to keep the monsters back. If she woke up, that is. At the very least she'd be a love intre-
>DOH!
>You tripped up on something, and Rainbow Dash went flying somewhere ahead, while you fell flat on your face.
>Man, it's hard to see where you're going.
>Oh. Damn. Rainbow Dash!
>You quickly get back up and run over to her and...She's still fast asleep.
>You don't even know why you bothered being careful with her.
>...Where is she going to sleep, anyway?
 
RD'S POV
"So how was work, champ?"
>You put the pie on the table in front of him. He picks up his fork.
>"Pretty good. Got a raise for working hard, so that's good news."
>He cuts the point off the pie with the fork and pops into his mouth.
>"Mmm. Thish is good. You made this?"
"Uh...Yeah! Totally did!"
>"...You bought it from the market, didn't you?"
>Damnit.
"...Y-you wouldn't've guessed though, right?"
>"Nope."
>He grins at you.
"Hah hah! Hah...I...I love you."
>You move over to him and kiss him on the lips.
>He's right, the pie tastes delicious. Especially with the ice cream.
>He breaks the kiss so he can put more pie in his mouth.
>Grr.
>He must really like the pie, though. He's already finished it.
>He burps, and wipes some of the cream from his face.
>"I've been thinking about you all day."
"...M-me too."
>He gets up from his seat.
>"I think we should make up for lost time."
>...H-he gestures towards the stairs.
"Y-yeah! W-we should!"
>You eagerly run up the stairs ahead of him, and get to the door of the bedroom.
>Almost shaking in anticipation, you manage to get it open, and rush to the wardrobe.
>You wanna be gift-wrapped for when he comes up.
 
>You quickly put it on and jump onto the bed.
>You run through a few seductive poses, and settle on the most comfortable one.
>He opens the door, and looks at you, eyes filled with longing.
>"The same dress you wore to the gala...The day you asked me out. Perfect."
>You knew he'd like it.
>...O-oh. He's already removing his shirt.
>YES!
>Ah, He's coming this way!
>The bed smells just like you thought it would...
>...Wow, you can...Actually smell it...
>NO NO NO, I WANT TO STAY ASLE-
>You wake up.
>DAMNIT!
>You pound your bed with your hoof and stuff your face into the pillow.
>...Wait...This isn't your bed...
>You take a good look at it. It's...Huge.
>Almost big enough for Anon to...
>OH.
>...After what happened before you went to sleep, it's...Only safe to assume that you're in...
>IN...! HIS! BED!
>WHAT?!
>Why?! How?! When?
>...I guess it's...D-definitely true, then...
>You've thought about him having feelings for you before, but you didn't have concrete evidence.
>Yeah...He...H-he really does like you, doesn't he?
>Whoa, whoa whoa, WAIT.
>...You run a few...Checks.
>OK, so, he didn't do...Th-that, to you.
>...Despite every other part of you sighing in relief, there's a small part of you that's...A little disappointed.
 
>This is SO disorientating.
>It's not how his house looked in your dream at all.
>You're used to falling asleep, and waking up someplace different. Sleeping in trees where the wind can pick you up does that.
>But you still need to get your head around it, you're in his house. His actual house.
>You're in his room, with his stuff and his bed.
>Should you snoop? You kinda wanna snoop. Maybe take something.
>Something small, something he wouldn't miss.
>...Your eyes gravitate towards a basket in the corner.
>That must be filled with clothes that he's worn.
>You've never really asked about stuff like this, so you can only guess from some cloth hanging out of the sides.
>You get out of the bed to take a look at it.
>...You stop halfway to take a good look at the whole room.
>Man, it's so WEIRD.
>It's like something a pony would have in their house, but, like, not.
>You can recognise a few things like wardrobes and a chair, lampshade, bookcase...
>Wait, bookcase?
>You sidetrack everything and walk over to it.
>Your hoof bumps against a ball on the floor and it bounces away.
>Damn, his room is messy.
>Books though. You never knew he read BOOKS.
>You take a look at some of the titles on the topmost shelf.
>"Equine Biology"? History books? Books on law? Magic theory? Not the kind of stuff you were expecting him to read.
>Oh, wow. The next shelf is filled with a bunch of magazines and comics. Folders, too...What's in those...?
>Nah, maybe later. Next shelf.
>Wait...I-is this whole shelf filled with Daring Do books?
>You LOVE Daring Do!
>...Not like you ever told him. You didn't want to seem like a...A nerd.
 
>You hold back some guilt for not telling him.
>You could've had a TON of conversations about it!
>Who's his favourite character? His Favourite part? What does he like about it?
>You're gonna need to ask him about it. All of it!
>...Y-you...You have so much in common.
>Your chest suddenly wells with a tight warmth that tingles every time you breathe.
>Images of potential futures with him flash by in your mind, and your body heats up.
>You give a heavy sigh, and try to look somewhere else.
>Oh, yeah! The basket!
>You have to resist skipping over to it. Stupid happy thoughts.
>You put your hooves on the edges of the basket and lift yourself up to look into it.
>Using your mouth to remove the lid, you look in, and a powerfully musky smell greets your nose.
>It smells strongly of...Anon. With a bit of mud.
>You try to hold yourself back, but you end up plunging your head into the basket.
>You breathe deeply, surrounding yourself in his scent.
>...
>Yeah, perhaps you should pull out now.
>You lift your head out, and a few items of clothing spill out the side. You'll put them back in later.
>Oh. There's something on your head.
>You get down from the basket and shake it off, so you can look at it.
>...What...Is it?
>It's got...Two leg holes, so it's probably worn on his lower body.
>It's made out of thin cloth, with a waistband but no...Leg cloth. At all.
>You've never seen him wear one of these before, but there's quite a few of them now scattered on the floor.
>Are they...For wearing inside?
>Or...Under...?
>...Oh! Wow. So...They...They've been pretty c-close to his...H-h-his...Junk.
>M-maybe you should take one.
 
>You put all the other stuff back in the basket, and gently put the lid back on, settling for the one that was on your head.
>Awesome! S-so...How are you going to get it out of here?
>...Uh...Under your wing.
>You've just gotta put it in your mouth and...
>...Y-yeah...Pu...Put it...In my mouth, and put it i...Under my wing.
>Yeah. Do that.
>...
>Yeah.
>You stand there for a while, looking at it.
>...Do you...Really...?
>You hear a noise.
>It sounds like...Two feet going up a staircase.
>...Oh no.
"I-it's...N-now or never..."
>You lunge and grab it.
>Don't lick it, don't lick it, don't lick it...
>You lift up your wing, and close it on the weird item.
>You use your nose to tuck it under fully, so it doesn't peek out.
>...Y-you shouldn't be standing near the basket either.
>You quickly leap onto the bed, resisting the natural instinct to open your wings while doing so, and tuck yourself back under the covers.
>The door opens.
 
>Anon looks tired, and his hair's a mess.
>"Hi, Rainbow. You OK?"
"Y-yeah."
>"Sorry about my room. It kinda sucks."
>DON'T YOU DARE INSULT THIS AWESOME ROOM.
"N-no! I-It's...Pretty rad...I-I really like it in here."
>"I bet it stinks in here..."
"IT SMELLS REALLY NICE!"
>He looks at you, confused.
>You can feel your face burn up.
"...R-really...Really nice."
>"...Oh...Kay?"
>He seems to think about something for a second, but then looks at you.
>"You wanna come down? I'll make you and me breakfast before I go to work."
>Thoughts about the dream you had flood your head.
"Y-yeah! OK!"
>You get out of bed, excited.
>You're showing how happy you are to have breakfast with him, but you don't care.
>Keeping your wings closed, you follow him out of the room, and downstairs.
>There's that feeling again.
>...At least he's wearing a shirt now.