> Be Princess Celestia
> However, you don't know why you are Princess Celestia in the glue fact- horsepital
> And your head aches, which is no fun, you need cake
> You look around your bed, and oh, hello handsome
> Some slender minotaur looking stallion is reading a book in a chair by your bed
> He doesn't look like a nurse, you wonder what he is doing here
> Not that you're complaining
> You clear your throat
"Hello, is there something I can help you with? Although I may be indisposed at the moment."
> He drops the book in shock, staring at you with wide eyes
> You hope he doesn't catch a case of too formal language
> He surges towards you, wrapping his arms around your neck and nuzzling just below your head
> You freeze, enjoying the male attention, but desperately hoping nopony gets the wrong idea
> After a few minutes, he pulls back, tears in his eyes
> "I'm glad you're alright, Sunshine. You really had me worried there."
> ...what?
> You search his face for any kind of familiarity
"Do I know you?"
> He gives you a weak smile
> "I'm your coltfriend."
> What

> The doctor mares are very patient as they explain your situation
> It seems you had some sort of climatic battle with a sorcerous pod of narwhals, and got a bad case of magic dissonance when you subverted the spell they were weaving
> Point is, you lost a full year's worth of memories
> The doctors explain that it would be best to take some time off to recover, and linger around familiar things
> Which apparently includes a hot young coltfriend
> Well done, past you

> You return to your quarters to find things are not quite as you left them
> Of course, you have quite a few friendship reports more than before, but that is to be expected
> However, the second dresser is new, along with a kitchenette with an apron hung up nearby
> One thing has your undivided attention
> A delicious aroma permeates the room
> Anon chuckles behind you, low and pleasant
> "I should have known you'd wake up once the cheesecake was done."
> You stare at the oven and fridge in wonder
> You were never able to get the hang of baking, something to do with juggling a stellar furnace and operating a small oven
> But now, you can have cakes whenever you want, without the judgemental stares, ah, that is, without bothering the stallions in the castle kitchen
"I think I'm in love."
> Anon chuckles again and gives your flank a swat as he passes by you
> "That's what you said last time. Now come on, let's eat this thing."
> He bends slightly to retrieve the cheesecake from the fridge, his rump jutting out impudently
> You have never been so turned on

> You stare at the dark ceiling, too tense to sleep
> This might have something to do with the stallion beside you under the covers
> No matter what he says, you still feel weird acting...intimately with a stallion you barely know
> Goodness knows you fantasized about this sort of thing enough, but Anon is so kind and real, with his own feelings
> What if he figures out that you are actually a super lewd mare?
> Your fretting is interrupted by an arm across your neck and the firm, hot length of a stallion snuggling up against you
> You let out a strangled whisper
"Anon?"
> He just murmurs sleepily and snuggles closer
> Hnnngggg
> You gaze down at his sleeping face, taken at how alien yet adorable it is
> You smooth his hair to the side with a wisp of magic
> He sighs happily
> You smile gently, savoring the sweet experience
> As you lay your head back on the pillow, you relax
> Well done, past you
> Well done

> You wake as you often do, wet between the legs and restless
> Then something pokes your hip, and you remember you aren't alone
> You glance to the side, and there is Anonymous, still cute, especially with his bed head
> Still, what is poking you?
> His arms are around your neck, his legs tangles with yours
> That just leaves...
> You feel very warm all of a sudden, both from blushing and,
> You wink, very wet
> Anon stirs, gazing at you blearily
> Then he sniffs and you feel deep shame
> He grins
> "My, but you are having a very good morning."
> You cover your face with a wing, trying to block out the embarrassment
"It's just morning dew, it happens to all mares in the morning."
> He rubs your belly, which is Not Helping
> Those fingers feel sooo goooood
> "Are you saying I'm not stallion enough to get you wet?"
> For added emphasis he grinds his hot length against your flank
> You hold back a groan
> Curse stallions and their sexiness and whimsy
"No, you're very handsome and, oh stars and void..."
> You wink again, a bonfire in your belly
> But you are Princess Celestia, and you must be true to yourself
"I just wanted our first time to be..."
> Oh no, you just tipped your sunhat
> "Oh yeah,  I remember that. I thought you were just trying to be romantic because I am a stallion."
> Is it possible to die of embarrassment?
> Alas, it's probably not possible for you, alicorn that you are
> He kisses your cheek
> "That's pretty cute, Sunshine. So I guess the question is, do you want breakfast, a shower, or-"
> He nibbles on your ear
> "Me."
> You're going to need new sheets