>The light creeps in and rests upon your eyelids, awaking you.
>You roll over in an attempt to escape it.
>But it fails, and you get up anyways.
"Damn Celestia..."
>After a stretch and a yawn, you trudge to the bathroom.
>Looking at yourself in the mirror, you make different poses while flexing.
>...
>Maybe you've been hanging out with Spike a little too much.
>You take a shower and shave your stubble.
>Then head downstairs to the kitchen for some breakfast.
>You cook yourself some eggs and pancakes and top them off with some maple syrup.
>Now that right there is a damn fine breakfast.
>After eating it all, you put the plate in the sink with a little water on it.
>A light knock on the door attracts your attention.
>You walk over and open it to see the cute mailmare.
>One of her eyes looks a little down and to the left as her other one looks up at you.
>She is a light gray coated pegasus with short blonde hair in the same style as Rainbow Dash's.
>A cutie mark of bubbles is on her flanks that you can barely see behind the huge saddle bags she has on.
>They are stuffed to the brim with letters.
>She holds some in her mouth and you assume these are for you.
>After taking them from her mouth, she turns around to head back out.
>But some letters fall out.
"Wait, Miss!"
>She stops and turns back around.
>Her voice is a quiet one but is still understandable.
>"Y-Yes?"
"You dropped some letters."
>You say as you pick them up for her.
>She smiles sincerely at you and stumbles a bit over her words.
>"Th-Thank you so m-much, um, M-Mr...?"
"Anon. And you?"
>"I'm Derpy."
"Do you...do you want to stay a while? You look tired."
>She looks inside of your house once again and then turns fully around.
>"I-If that's alright with y-you..."
"Of course it is!"
>You raise an arm to put it behind her head and escort her in, but she flinches and looks away.
"Oh, I wasn't going to hit you! I'm sorry!"
>"N-No it's my fault, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have flinched."
>You lead her inside and take her saddle packs off, setting them on the table.
>She lets out a sigh of relief as she sits at the table.
"Do you want some coffee?"
>"Um...sure."
>She says while half way hiding her blushing face behind the pack.
"So...why are you so shy all of the sudden?"
>You slide the bag a little to the side and she still attempts to hide behind a strap that juts out in front of her.
>"What do you m-mean?"
"Well usually you seem more...relaxed."
>She lightly shakes her head.
>"I don't know what y-you mean."
>Then it dawns on you.
>She's only here to deliver mail.
>She could have been like this the entire time.
"So you're no different at home?"
>"W-Well I'm a bit more relaxed."
"I see...so what's different about now?"
>She mumbles some unintelligible words.
"What was that?"
>"Oh um...I s-said that...it's because you're here..."
"So you don't like me?"
>"What?! No! I love you! I mean-NO!" She shouts and then ducks behind her pack, "Oh no oh no oh no please unhear that! Please! Why why WHY did I say that?!"
>You are confused and shocked.
>The coffee pot begins making some noise so you walk into the kitchen to get it and to collect your thoughts.
>What in the world just happened there?
>Does she really...
>No, that doesn't make any sense.
>You barely even know her!
>But she...
>Looking back into the other room you see her quickly avert your gaze with a hard blush.
>Alright, maybe.
>After you pour out the coffee and bring it over, she sips some in silence.
>Deciding to bring it up, you begin.
"So...about what you said earlier..."
>"I'm so so sorry! I d-didn't mean to make anything weird!"
>As she says this, her mane falls into her face and she blows it out of the way.
>A small smile comes across your face.
>She's just too damn adorable.
"It's alright."
>"So...d-do you?"
"Do I what?"
>"Do you...love me too?"
>Your heart skips a beat and you almost spill your coffee on yourself.
"Wait wait what?"
>"Please tell me that you love me!"
>As she says that she stands up in her chair and leans over to you.
>Her mouth is opened and she is excited as she awaits your response.
>She strains to make her other eye focus on you as well before it rolls off to the side.
>She must be really determined then.
>But...you'll have to do this the hard way.
>Putting the coffee back on the table, you begin.
"Derpy...I see how much you care for me...but I just don't feel the same way. I mean, we only see each other every other day when you give me my mail."
>She hangs her head a little bit.
>"Alright M-Mr. Anon...but..."
>You look at her as she looks up at you.
>"Why not?"
>Oh jeez.
>You didn't prepare for twenty questions with an adorable mare that claims to love you.
"Um...it's not you, it's me. I just don't like um..."
>"P0nies?"
>Took the words right out of your mouth.
"Yes."
>Her eyes begin to water and her lip starts trembling.
>"B-B-But..."
>Oh no please not those eyes...
>"I...I..."
>She blinks a few times, ridding her eyes of the tears.
>"I'll make you love me!"
>What did she say?
"What do you mean?"
>She gets up and flies over to the couch.
>"Come here please."
>Alright?
>You get up and sit next to her on the couch.
"What are we going to do on the couch?"
>She yanks off your pants in a swift motion.
"Whoa wha-"
>Her hoof covers your mouth.
>"Shhh. I want to make you love me."
>She wraps her mouth around your dick and begins bobbing her head up and down.
>The feeling is incredible but...
>Each time she comes back up, her hair does a little bounce.
>It's so cute...that you can't get hard.
>She pulls off of you and furrows her brow a little in frustration.
>"Wh-What am I d-doing wrong?" She asks to no one in particular.
>The levels of cute you are being exposed to would kill the average man.
>A smile stretches across your face as she flops your dick in her hoof, staring at it angrily.
>She turns to you and sees your smirk.
>"What's so f-funny?"
"It's not funny...you're just...so cute."
>"M-Mr. Anon please I w-want to make you feel good."
>You scoop her up and wrap her in a tight hug.
>She breaks off of you and looks at you like you're crazy.
>"N-No! I...I want to have s-sex with you!"
>Her stutter...it makes you smile even more.
>You move to snuggle her again.
>She groans in frustration as you hug her.
>When you let go, she flies up.
>"I w-wanted to make you f-feel good Anon..."
"You do make me feel good."
>"N-Not like that!"
>She goes over to her mail saddle pack.
>She puts it on and mumbles to herself as she leaves, "Why d-does nop0ny take me s-seriously..."
>Today was a cute day.