Raped and Cared For


                                            >be anon.

                                            >you can hear the creaking and furious keystrokes of a keyboard being slammed on repeatedly.

                                            >god damn it, she's at it again

                                            >you pull yourself off the couch and turn the tv off

                                            >as you go up stairs, the sound of a poor keyboard getting the cherry switches kicked out of it increase tenfold

                                            >the smell of mixed spice and musk sweep through the door gap and hinges as you approach Floor's room.

                                            >you quietly open the door, mindful not to make any creaky noises

                                            >the heavy aroma fills your nostrils, not as bad as it usually gets but you can still smell the sweat and shame she harbors in her privacy

                                            >you see Floor at her desk, faced away from you. She's on that forum site again.

                                            >you hate it when she gets like this because after she's done with her arguments, she'll go on a frenzied masturbation session that could go well over the entire night.

                                            >it wouldn't be such a problem if the walls weren't made outta paper.

                                            >you better diffuse this bomb before it becomes a problem later when you're trying to sleep

                                            >you tiptoe, slowly but graceful enough to avoid the trash graveyard of haychip bags and takeout boxes littered on the ground

                                            >Floor still hasn't noticed her intruder and she's muttering loud enough for you to hear.

                                            >"those-those dumb ziggers don't know what they're talking about. Don't worry writemare, I'll protect your smile.."

                                            >she slams the keyboard some more, frantically trying to get her point across the glass screen

                                            >you're right behind her

                                            >in that moment, Floor sees your reflection on her monitor and she reacts instantaneous turning around in her swivel chair

                                            >"ANON! What ar- "

                                            >before she could finish her sentence, you grab her by the head with both hands and reel her in with quick force

                                            >your cock painfully went past her lips and hit the back of her throat. Her eyes went wild with craze and fear, darting back into your eyes and back to your rather generous cock that has now angrily invaded her mouth

                                            >her face is teeming with a mixture of confusion, arousal and a quickly forming blush

                                            >You didn't give her more time to process the situation before you started bobbing her head on your cock with frightening speed

                                            >Floor tries to find some stability by putting her hooves on your legs but fails to keep her footing from your continuous movement and rough handling

                                            >you continue to push down further with each blowing thrust until her muscles finally gave way to you and relax around your shaft and head

                                            >at this point, her muzzle is hitting your lower abdomen and drool has coated and glazed your balls with it dripping on the chair and floor

                                            >this goes on a few more minutes

                                            >you can feel the pressure build up in your balls and shaft, you can't cum. Not yet.

                                            >you look down on Floor.

                                            >tears have started to form in the corner of her eyes

                                            >looks like somepony forgot how to breath through their nose

                                            >with a slick pop, you finally release your hold on Floor. Floor gasps and sucks in musky air into her almost collapsed lungs. Her mane is messy and everywhere

                                            >not a moment sooner you grab an exhausted floor and push her head onto her desk, slamming on top of her keyboard

                                            >it wasn't hard enough to actually hurt but you still heard her grunt through her teeth.

                                            >you lift her tail and pull it up to lift her ass into view. With her front half on the desk and her lower half still on the chair, you were at the perfect height..

                                            >"a-ano.. a-non"

                                            >you move into position

                                            >"I-i don't want this.."

                                            >the tip of your cock is pressed against her already soaked mare parts, gingerly parting her lips

                                            >"I. Need. This."


                                            >without hesitation, you push into her.

                                            >Floor moans, lost in lust and cardinal desire

                                            >you feel some resistance as you plunge deeper into her. Your advancement stops as her plush butt touches your hips and you can feel her winking like crazy against your balls.

                                            >after the initial slow push, you pull out halfway and grab Floor by the hips. Without warning, you plunge hard into her. Her face gets pushed into the keyboard, mashing keys along the board.

                                            >she hums a moan as a dribble of spit covers her keyboard.

                                            >you plant thrust after thrust into her, creating a rather forced pace with every hip buckle you gave her.

                                            >you were gritting your teeth as you picked up more speed, Floor was already tightening her hold on you. You're not going to last that long if she's like this.

                                            >you try to slow the pace to cool down but Floor picks up on this and starts moving her hips into you, compensating your speed.

                                            "Floor, I can't.. at this rate, I-i'll.."

                                            >Floor promptly ignores you. She really wants this.

                                            >Floor isn't much of a vocal pony, but you can still hear her muttering gasps out

                                            >"inside-.. I. want it.. inside.. anon"

                                            >"mm, im gonna.."


                                            How should I continue?

                                            A. Piss on Anon's balls and legs while cumming

                                            B. Cum but no peepee (or little mention of it)

                                            C. Stop writing

                                            D. Anon has a heart attack and collapses on top of Floor

                                            ANSWER B WAS CHOSEN


                                            >you slam her home a few more times before her body goes rigid and intense

                                            her muscles contract hard on your cock.

                                            >"I LOVE YOU ANON!!!"

                                            >unf. you. You couldn't hold back.

                                            >the sudden contractions on your dick was too much for you, you pump a few more strokes as Floor rides out her orgasm and soon you follow too

                                            >you unload your load deep inside her with one final push, with only her mare cum leaking from the edges.

                                            >shooting wad after wad of your sticky goo, you finally left go of your held breath

                                            >Floor's tense pose finally gives way and she lies her head back on the desk, eyes closed, more than satisfied. You don't see it, but she has big goofy grin on her face.

                                            >you two stay still for a few more seconds, recollecting your minds from the experience

                                            >you slowly start to pull out

                                            >Floor opens her eyes and tightens around your softening member

                                            >you pull out with not even a single drop of your cum spilled, her mare parts holding all of your essence inside

                                            >you wipe the sweat off your brow

                                            >you both reek of sex and sweat

                                            >you take a seat on Floor's bed next to her desk to catch your breath

                                            >Floor finally gets off her desk and starts wiping down her keyboard with a tenderly smile

                                            "Floor?"

                                            >"y-yeah?"

                                            "Sorry about basically raping you. I, uh.. love you too."

                                            >Floor goes beat red

                                            >She puts the keyboard down and takes a seat next to you.

                                            >she's shaking?


                                            >Be floor

                                            >Anon has just raped you, in your shared apartment.

                                            >not that you're complaining, but wow. You thought this only happened in your hentai flicks.

                                            >Anon has also just accepted your love, something that you screamed in the heat of the moment.

                                            >if you were good enough for Anon to have his way with, maybe some good can come from this?

                                            >Anon is sitting on your bed, with his bare tushy on your sheets. Mental note to never wash it again, it's not like you do so in the first place.

                                            >you're sitting next to him now

                                            >and now you're shaking, how can you be nervous? He was inside of you a minute ago. Maybe you're tired of holding his cum inside you, he did cum a lot. Do all colts make this much to begin with? Oh no, Anon's talking to you

                                            "Huh?" You blurt out

                                            >"I'm sorry."

                                            >sorry? What is he sorry about? No don't be sorry, I'm sorry, I deserved it

                                            >"I shouldn't have gone through your computer.. but I couldn't help it. Curiosity got the better of me and then I discovered the kind of things you're really into.."

                                            "You acted on my fetishes?"

                                            >you quickly put a hoof to your mouth for just blatantly saying it.

                                            >"I wasn't in the right mindset, I sorta wanted it too. God, I'm an idiot."

                                            >but that's my line, why is Anon bashing himself

                                            >you get closer to anon.

                                            >your heart is racing even faster than when he was pounding you silly

                                            >I'll protect your smile

                                            >you nuzzle his neck, oh celestia, he smeells so good

                                            >you close your eyes

                                            >you feel anon's arms embrace you all to eagerly

                                            >this is really happening

                                            >he's so warm and I don't know why he showers, his scent is to die for

                                            >you inhale deeply, capturing his scent to memory

                                            >those magical hands of his are softly combing through your messy mane


                                            What happens next?

                                            A. Anon and Floor go take a shower together to wash the sex off

                                            B. Anon and Floor cuddle and talk about their feewings (feelings)

                                            C. Somepony shows up at their doorstop

                                            D. Floor wakes up to find out, it was all a dream

                                            ANSWER A WAS CHOSEN


                                            >be anon

                                            >looks like you weren't moving out into a jail cell

                                            >Floor is sniffing you like you're some sorta baked pastry. That's pretty cute tho

                                            >you rake your fingers through her unkempt mane as you hold her in your arms

                                            >She seems to melt under your hands

                                            >that Lyra pony was right, ponies do subconsciously have a thing for hands whether they know or don't even know it exists. Something to do with instincts and cardinal urges

                                            >it's nice to know, You'll have a hand in this relationship

                                            >the two of you hold each other for seemingly another few minutes, sharing each other's warmth and touch

                                            >you break the silence

                                            "Uh Floor?"

                                            >Floor mouths through your shirt, "mhmm?"

                                            "I think I'm gonna go shower. You should take one as well"

                                            >as soon as you try moving, Floor wraps her hooves around your chest.

                                            >"w-wait!  No, Not yet. I don't want to wake up just yet."

                                            >oh

                                            >You didn't blame her. You'd think it was a dream too if you got raped

                                            >you lift her chin up to your face with one hand softly holding her in your view.

                                            "Floor this isn't a dream, it's real. Just how this is real." You then plant a kiss on her nose.

                                            >that alone just made her blush into levels of blush you didn't know existed. She barely squeaks out, "okay, lets go.."

                                            >you're surprised she didn't make a fuss about getting cleaned. You honestly don't mind her smell, in fact it was pretty hard not to just go stick your head into her chest and lose yourself in her aroma.

                                            >But crumbs and dirt that somehow accumulates onto anypony makes things feel down right dirty, plus it should make Floor care more about her self and raise her self worth.

                                            >you get up first and stretch the kink in your neck

                                            >turning over you see Floor not readily meeting your gaze

                                            >"uhm anon?"

                                            "Yeah, Floor?"

                                            >Floor is rubbing her thighs together like she's holding something in

                                            >"do you think.. that maybe.. uh,  never mind."

                                            "What's a matter? Go ahead, you can tell me."

                                            >Floor squirms for a bit before continuing

                                            >"in that case, d-do you think you can carry me? I'm not sore to the point that I can't walk.. it's just I'm afraid of having any of you leak out from my, you know.."

                                            >you immediately understood what she meant

                                            >has she really been keeping her inner muscles clamped shut this entire time

                                            >you're a little weirded out, but impressed at the same time

                                            >she's gonna have to clean herself out though. It's not gonna get her preggers and it's definitely not healthy to just let it sit there either

                                            "Sure, are you ready?"

                                            >Floor nods a nonverbal yes and with that you pick her up carefully, bridal style

                                            >Floor's face is tinted bright red with embarrassment

                                            "Are you okay, Floor? This isn't uncomfortable is it?"

                                            >Floor nods sideways and stammers out, "No! No, I'm j-just thinking about lame stuff, that's all.."

                                            >a smile caresses your face as you wonder what lame stuff she was thinking about

                                            >and with that you two go to the bathroom


                                            >be Floor

                                            >Anon has carried you to the bathroom and has set you down ever so gently

                                            >you can't help but feel a bit bloated, just how much cum did he shoot in you?

                                            >Anon is testing the water's temperature before being satisfied at the optimal temp.

                                            >"water's nice and warm. I'm just glad pony bathtubs are quite spacious. We could probably both lay in it and take a bath instead."

                                            >you're about to suggest just that but he turns down that option

                                            >"it wouldn't do us any good to bathe in our own sweat though. We'll have to settle with the shower head."

                                            "Oh. Okay"

                                            >you would've preferred the bath than having water running but I guess this is about cleaning. And that still didn't sit right with you, but you're gonna do it for Anon

                                            >Anon takes off his remaining piece of clothing being his shirt and he's fully nude. Something that's taboo for his kind.

                                            >your eyes are glued to him.

                                            >and then you see it, in its full glory. Abject, not erect but still in full glory, his stallion hood.

                                            >although you've already seen it while getting nailed with it, you didn't necessarily get a great look at it. But here it is, like a trophy swinging just for you, swaying with any subtle movements anon made

                                            >you could feel your tongue lick your chops

                                            >dirty thoughts invade your mind and you shake your head as if you could physically make them go away

                                            >anon is looking at you

                                            >"it's okay if you're having second thoughts, we can always take turns showering."

                                            >how dare he doubt you, you took him head on with a mouthful of cock

                                            "I'm not, just distracted." You pout at him with a little backbone to it

                                            >you climb inside the bathtub and anon follows promptly

                                            >you're so close to him again

                                            >how is he not erect again?

                                            >it is activated by touch or does he have to think about it like turning on a switch?

                                            >you swear you'll get his cock to go erect by your command alone

                                            >he'll cum by your command only

                                            >anon said he'll help you clean yourself as soon as he was done

                                            >you could go ahead and start on your own but you would much rather wait for him

                                            >right now your main focus was on his mysterious peener

                                            >anon is shampooing his hair so he wasn't paying much attention to you

                                            >you should nuzzle his cock

                                            >no, you should put your rear up against it

                                            >it'd be like an experiment to see what gets his rocks off

                                            >you really want to try something, it'd be the great opportunity to do so

                                            >he's almost done washing the suds from his hair, you gotta act now!

                                            >heart pounding and without much thought of your actions you turn around and push your butt into his lower abdomen

                                            >you bumped into him more than you would've liked

                                            >you just caused anon to slip in the bathtub


                                            >you had just gotten into the bathtub with Floor

                                            >after having said you'll help her clean herself, you started on yourself first

                                            >the ol' suds on your noggin being the first thing you wash

                                            >nothing too exciting about that

                                            >you wonder if Floor bothered to start on her own, it doesn't matter too much. You'd be more than happy to give her the full treatment. You owe it to her anywa-


                                            >ouch


                                            >like god damn, that felt like a big ouchie


                                            >your head throbs with blunt pain

                                            >Certainly better than not feeling anything at all

                                            >you feel your mind toss and turn between states of consciousness and buttery voidness

                                            >you slowly regain your senses

                                            >come on Anon, open your eyes

                                            >god you hope you don't have a concussion

                                            >slowly and painstakingly, you flutter open your eyes

                                            >you take in what your eyes can muster through the blurriness of it all

                                            >you're laying down in the bathtub face up

                                            >water is still running and splashing you

                                            >you probably have bruising on your backside and butt along with other regions

                                            >there's no blood swirling in the water either

                                            >that's a good sign

                                            >Floor is sobbing on your chest

                                            >Oh Floor

                                            >Her hooves are wrapped around your chest again

                                            >she's saying mean things to herself right now

                                            >you manage to hear words like stupid, clumsy and baka?

                                            >you know she's none of those things

                                            >with one hand, you stroke her mane

                                            >your touch alone snaps her eyes open and she jerks her head into your view

                                            >don't look at me with those big ol' eyes of yours

                                            >teary eyed and red from bawling, she sniffs a driblet of snot that was running down from her nose

                                            >you move your hand to her cheek

                                            >she relishes your touch and pushes her cheek into your hand almost afraid to lose you

                                            >if the shower was rain, this would really make for a mushy love scene from one of Floor's neighponese cartoons she's always watching. It's too bad you're both naked and lying together in a bathtub

                                            >in turn that can still possibly come from her shows

                                            >Floor loses composure and opens up to you

                                            >"I'm so sorry anon! I-I didn't mean to.. I, I .."

                                            >she's straining herself. Please stop talking. It wasn't your fault.

                                            >words alone won't express your forgiveness so you hug her

                                            >she squeaks against the sudden course of action, but embraces you back

                                            >nuzzling your neck, her strands of hair were sticking to you from being wet

                                            "Shh, it's okay Floor. I'm fine."

                                            >Floor just sobs more into you

                                            "Please Floor, I know you didn't mean to."

                                            >you hold Floor until she finally calms down

                                            >happy to see her in a better state, you feel some of the pain subside

                                            >Floor climbs off your chest to let you get up

                                            >before you think about getting up, you see your load, strewn on your tummy

                                            >Floor must've leaked all over you while she was freaking out

                                            >She sees this and immediately without uttering a word she goes to clean it off

                                            >she laps at your stomach, licking off the small pool of your love juice

                                            >eating up the mess she made on you

                                            >you can't help but feel a bit aroused

                                            >No. Now is not the time or place for this

                                            >ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL

                                            >boner no. I beg you. Floor needs love right now, not mindless rutting

                                            >I nearly could've died from falling, do you not have a heart?!

                                            >REQUEST TO ABORT: DENIED

                                            >you didn't want to do this but..

                                            >eyes closed

                                            >you start thinking about your childhood pet puppy. Captain muffins used to lick your boo-boos and would wag his cute little tail whenever he saw you come home from school.

                                            >but one day you came home and you didn't see Captain muffins at the doorstep, waiting for you as he usually did

                                            >you panicked of course and thought he ran away. You slept alone without him that night

                                            >you found him the next day, limp in a ditch close to your house.

                                            >you didn't know it at the time, but a poisonous snake had bit him.

                                            >he used what little energy he had to go die away from the house.

                                            >you couldn't help but think, maybe he didn't want you to find him like this.. Maybe it would've been best for you think he ran away

                                            >oh poor captain muffins

                                            >404 ERROR: COULD NOT ESTABLISH CONNECTION TO MAIN CONTROL ROOM

                                            >you open your eyes to see that Floor has finished lapping away at your tum tum and was licking her lips clean

                                            >she seems a bit disappointed

                                            >almost like she was expecting something

                                            >you felt like you had the energy drained from you, trying to keep your boner in check

                                            >you had to come clean

                                            "I'll be honest with you, Floor. It took every fiber in my being to not get hard at what you just did."

                                            >Floor looks away from you with heat on her cheeks. she bites on a few strands of hair

                                            >"t-thank, you.. I was only cleaning up what I spilled.."

                                            >without stringing this out longer than it should be, you speak up

                                            "We uh, should probably hurry up and clean up. I can only imagine the water bill this month."

                                            >fear struck Floor in her eyes. She more than understood that prospect very well and how it'd affect her lifestyle

                                            >"Anon grab the shampoo asap!"

                                            >you comply like a solider on duty and without hesitation you go to work

                                            >Floor's anxiety of being touched and cleaned, seemingly disappeared.

                                            >The sheer fact that her bits would go to water than it being used to fuel her habits like surfing the ponynet or gaming was too much for her.

                                            >you had her rubbed and washed clean. Her fur looked more whiter and the sheen in her mane spoke clarity

                                            >She was more than happy to watch you turn the shower head off

                                            >at last she relaxed

                                            >you both towel off rather quickly and decide to break paths

                                            >you go to your room for a change of clothes and Floor to her own room

                                            >you take glances of your body while alone You can already see where some bruising has started to form on your ass and lower back

                                            >luckily the pain in your head has gone down to a subtle headache that only spikes up with any sudden movements

                                            >best to take it easy for a few days

                                            >after having put on some plain sweatpants and a light colored shirt, you go downstairs into the living room

                                            >the tv's turned on to pony's own spin off of an anime you knew back on Earth.

                                            >"ONE HUNDRED HINDLEG STANDS, ONE HUNDRED FORELEG BENDS, ONE HUNDRED SQUATS AND A TEN KILOMETE-"

                                            >and now that's on mute

                                            >Equestrian anime was pretty much the same crap from back home, but altered in a way that it fits the norms and morals here

                                            >of course they would change it

                                            >a good majority of human culture has slipped its way into Equestria, most of it being subjected to change in order to keep it "pony friendly"

                                            >only the hardcore human fetishist ponies would collect and watch original content from Earth

                                            >You hear Floor in the kitchen

                                            >you peep on her

                                            >she's rummaging through the fridge

                                            >what's this, black panties? Looks like Christmas is coming early this year

                                            >she's also wearing that sweater that you find somewhat unsettling

                                            >her sweater says, "it's a human thing, you wouldn't understand, dad!"

                                            >you guess it was the cleanest one out of her usual get up

                                            >you walk into the kitchen, making your steps obvious in order to not surprise her

                                            >her ears perk up in your direction and she turns around

                                            >she meets your gaze with a smile

                                            >"H-how's your head?, you not in pain are you?" Her smile quickly turns into a concerned look

                                            >she must still feel guilty about it

                                            "I'm feeling a lot better, really, just a slight headache. And maybe a few bruises, there and there"

                                            >Floor seems to take your words into consideration for a few seconds

                                            >Floor doesn't look satisfied. She pulls out a jug of milk and sets it down on the table. She then takes off upstairs

                                            "Wait Floor!" You call out to her

                                            >you're about to follow her up, but you hear her come back down the stairs as quickly as she went up them

                                            >she has a small box held in her mouth by the tag attached to it

                                            >she trots in the kitchen to you and puts the box on the table as well

                                            >"t-this s-should help you, anon"

                                            >at first glance the box is plain brown with the shipping address sticker on it

                                            >the sender being Floor's only relative, her gam gam

                                            >Floor undoes the box with her teeth and puts her mouth delicately on it and turns her head sideways to let the contents slide out on the table

                                            >a single glass bottle falls with a clink right side up

                                            >you're curious, some kind of pony medicine with a touch of magic, perhaps?

                                            > you pick up the small container and read the label on it

                                            >"StarSwirl's CureAll™"

                                            >"Now Cherry flavored!"

                                            >there's even a chibi version logo of Starswirl the bearded on the bottle with a smug grin

                                            >you turn the bottle to the side and see the drug facts

                                            >yadda, yadda, can't cure death or fatal injuries.. or shouldn't be used to grow back lost limbs/appendages.. seek medical help if you experience lapses of existential distortion?

                                            >this must be some potent stuff. Expensive potent stuff

                                            "Floor? Isn't this brand medicine? I'm pretty sure your granny didn't spend all those bits, just for you to share it with me"

                                            >Floor looks taken back

                                            "I really appreciate it, I know you want to make it up for me.."

                                            >Floor's making that sad face again, she looks like she's about to cri

                                            "I just think you should save it for something important."

                                            >Floor sniffles her nose

                                            >"you're important to me." Floor peeps out.

                                            >fuck

                                            >damn be pride, you're not gonna do this to her.

                                            >You grab the bottle and pour the directed amount into the small plastic cup it came with.

                                            >you take the shot and down the sugary cherry concoction in one go

                                            >Floor is beaming

                                            >"how do you feel now, anon?"

                                            "Floor, I just drank it. I'm sure the effects will kick in a few hou-

                                            >oh. Your headache is completely gone.

                                            >and your back and butt doesn't feel sore anymore

                                            "Actually, I'm feeling way better now. Wow that was fast acting"

                                            >Floor giggles with glee and she rubs her muzzle on your leg

                                            >"I'm glad then."

                                            >Floor departs from rubbing your leg and goes through a cabinet to pull out a box of wheaties cereal

                                            >she attends to the milk she left on the table and pours herself a bowl of the sugary processed grain

                                            >it's almost midnight at this point. Floor always had this habit of eating breakfast any other time except when it was actually time for breakfast

                                            >also ponies drink cow milk

                                            >you shouldn't be surprised. humans do it too

                                            >what makes it feel wrong is that the cows here are sentient and can talk, yet they're still treated as cattle

                                            >you ramble to yourself about the social indifferences between the two species

                                            >Floor has already gone to eat her cereal in the living room and has unmuted the tv

                                            >without realizing it, Floor has poured you a bowl of cereal too

                                            >why didn't she say something? Oh right, lost in thought about slavery

                                            >You take the bowl and go join Floor in the living room

                                            >she's sitting on the couch, taking mouthfuls of cereal in her maw

                                            >only taking a quick gander at your presence before putting her focus back on the screen

                                            >Where should you sit..

                                            >the couch is big enough to accommodate about 3-4 ponies sitting upright or two ponies laying down on it side to side

                                            >instead of leaving some space between you and Floor, you sit right next to her with your sides touching her

                                            >Floor starts choking on her cereal

                                            >oh shit

                                            >it quickly becomes just a coughing fit, having the worse escalated

                                            >you still give her back a few solid pats

                                            >"argh, erhher, I'm.. I'm okay. Mmh, w-wheatie went down wrong." Floor gulps down her cough with a shaky smile

                                            "Wew, thank god. I'm sorry if I'm coming on too strong."

                                            >"nonono, please. It's fine, I'm just not used to it, that's all.. You. An-and me" her face is bright with color

                                            >she's so easy to read

                                            >but that's what makes her so darn cute

                                            >"haha, I guess you can say. You don't even need to take your pants off to choke me.."

                                            >you uh, you're not sure how to take that

                                            >your hesitation to respond immediately makes Floor take back her statement despondently

                                            >"s-sorry, that, that was a bad joke."

                                            >damn it Anon, you dropped the ball on that one

                                            >Floor's attempt to lighten the mood was mediocre at best. At least she's trying to hold conversation with you

                                            "I thought it was funny"

                                            >"yeah right. You don't have to pretend.."

                                            "No really, I was just surprised to see you open up that quick."

                                            >you put your half finished cereal on the coffee table

                                            >Floor looks you in the eyes in search of anything that might betray your statement

                                            >You put your hands on her hooves

                                            >She immediately recoils her head away from you with a maddening shade of red

                                            >teasing her will never get old

                                            >"I-i believe you. C-can I finish my cereal now?"

                                            "Sure, I'll save the teasing for later"

                                            >you swear you saw Floor's thighs tighten up because of your voice

                                            >you two finish your midnight breakfast and watch One Buck Mare reach the end of its episode

                                            >You yawn and stretch your arm off of Floor's side that had naturally found its way during the episode

                                            >Floor doesn't notice the lack of arm, she's too engrossed with the show right now, watching the preview for next week's episode

                                            >mareruto starts playing, more than likely a filler episode. Floor mutes the tv

                                            >Floor starts rambling to you about OBM and how she can't wait to see more

                                            >you listen to her innocent banter even when she's clearly tired her self. Dropping yawns throughout her sentences in such a pure manner. Can she be any more precious?

                                            >you suggest it's time to sleep and Floor meekly agrees. You both go up stairs

                                            >Floor is about to break paths once more, but you stop her

                                            "Floor, my rooms over here" you say pointing to the left of the staircase

                                            "I figured you'd want to sleep on some clean sheets tonight since you showered."

                                            >Floor's eyes widen with excitement. Floor immediately jumps at the chance of sharing a bed with you

                                            >"Yes! M-My sheets are a mess, I shouldn't  sleep in my room till it gets clean."

                                            >before you can point the way, Floor has zoomed past you

                                            >you follow behind her afterimage into your room. For such a small frame, Floor sure is nimble

                                            >You see Floor bite on the blankets as she pulls them over to allow entry into its cozy interior

                                            >Seeing the bed ready for maximum comfort, Floor snuggles under the cool blankets

                                            >you turn the lights off on your way to bed and you join Floor