>"Ah - ah…!"
>Floor Bored, blushing bright red, is squirming under the merciless march of your fingers
>You run them up and down her sensitive tummy, rubbing her belly, while your other hand scratches behind her ear
>She wears a goofy smile, tears of happiness (and ticklishness) streaming from the corners of her eyes
>Her legs tremble, hooves pressed into the cushions of the couch, the pleasure overwhelming
>Soft fur glides under your hand as you bring it up along her side, drawing out a fit of giggles
>Her ribs protrude less now; she's approaching a more healthy weight now that you're helping her make better food choices
>More fresh food and less packaged junk, though she'll still eat instant noodles every now and again as a comforting snack
>"You like that?" you ask, going back to scritch the sensitive spots around her belly button
>She nods, stammering:  "M-Mmhm!" 
>She's still very shy about talking, but you've been trying to help her vocalize her wants and needs
>Her ability to make eye contact is still poor, but even now as you cradle her head in your lap you see her making attempts to steal a glance at your face
>You lean down to kiss her on the forehead, petting her mane
>You're proud of her - she's been making a lot of progress
>You don't expect her to ever really fully graduate from NEETdom
>She's so anxious, so averse to social interaction, you're not sure if she'd ever be happy being forced into the constant socialization that other ponies take for granted
>Right now you're just glad that she's taking steps to live a healthier existence
>She's eating better, she's reading again, she's drawing little doodles
>She's even exercising with you, but only within the confines of the apartment
>The prospect of a gym or even just running outside terrifies her
>Fortunately you've shown her some bodyweight routines she can do in the comfort of home, which she's been surprisingly eager to perform
>It helps that you offer the incentive of a full-body massage after she's finished her workout
>"You did a great job today," you say, as she promptly buries her face in your crotch.  "Your press-ups are looking much stronger."
>Compliments still seem to confuse her, but you're both working on it
 
>Hygiene has been one of the more difficult challenges
>She honestly seems to prefer being greasy and smelly
>"D-Do I smell bad?" she'd stammered during the first month, when you'd first suggested that she might occasionally shower
>You actually quite like the way she smells, even when her musk can be a little overpowering
>"It's just good to clean yourself up every now and again," you'd told her.  "It's healthy."
>"What's the point in washing off if I'm just gonna get dirty again?" she'd asked
>Eventually you managed to convince her to shower once a week
>She seemed more amenable to the idea when you said that you'd shower with her
>You were shocked by how violently she was shaking the first time you climbed into the tub with her
>She'd clung to you like a wet rag, dragging you to the floor of the tub, until you both were lying in a wet tangle, awkwardly cuddling while the water washed over you
>It was dark, as she'd insisted that you shower with the lights off
>You could just feel her trembling, her face pressed into your chest, as you gingerly soaped down her coat and worked shampoo into her mane and tail
>It was warm, she was soft, and the experience was oddly meditative
>You weren't sure why she was so frightened, and no coherent answer was forthcoming when you tried to ask
>Instead you focused just on keeping her calm, cleaning her, whispering encouragement in her ear
>After you'd finished with her hair, you'd gently rolled her onto her back, cradling her from behind
>Her breathing grew labored as your hands pressed down over her stomach, soaping up her belly fur, her thighs
>You'd kneaded her little crotchtits, massaging the soft mounds and running your thumbs over her hard nipples
>She'd moaned, her legs twitching, while you kissed down her neck, warm water raining softly on you both
>"Good girl," you'd whispered in her ear, eliciting a shiver of pleasure down her spine.  "You're doing such a great job, Floor."
>By the time you'd finished rinsing her of soap, she seemed to have calmed down somewhat, though she was still shaky
>Your efforts to clean her led you naturally to her rear
>With just your hands and warm water you'd bathed her marepussy and asshole
>In the darkness you could feel her winking against your fingers, her clit pulsing against your palm
>"Almost done," you'd said, only to feel her twist against you
>"No," she protested.  "M-More… please."
>You were continually surprised by the extent of her libido
>It seemed like she was always ready to go, no matter the circumstances
>Heck, in your first week together she'd even gotten turned on when you were helping her get rid of all the piss bottles in her old apartment
>She couldn't explain it to you coherently, but there was something about seeing you handle all her old piss that made her start dripping all over the floor
>Her spontaneous leaking was another challenge you'd have to address, if that was even possible
>But of course you'd seen to her needs, picking her up and fucking her right there in the middle of her apartment
>She was so light, it was easy to just hold her with both hands and support her while she clung to you 
>Despite being underweight her ass was still round and soft, molding to your fingers while you'd gently bounced her on your cock
>She'd whimpered and moaned and cried so loudly that the old couple downstairs had pounded on the ceiling in an attempt to shut you up
>By the time you finally finished inside her, she'd ejaculated four times all over your legs, making an utter mess of the floor
>You'd looked down at her, into her glazed eyes, her face plastered with a dreamy smile
>"No more peeing in bottles, okay?" you'd said
>"O-Okay," she replied, nodding, but the message didn't really stick
>It wasn't until you "helped" her pee that she really broke that habit
>This had involved holding her up in the bathroom and having her aim her piss into the toilet
>Eventually this process evolved into her just hugging you while she peed on her own
>It was certainly extreme just how absolutely attached your new roommate had become to you
>You wondered at times if this was unhealthy, if you were not some kind of enabler to encourage this level of dependency
>It occurred to you, however, that with your involvement it was possible to introduce Floor Bored to healthy, functional everyday habits
>Once she'd mastered them, you could slowly wean her off your assistance until she was able to do things independently
>This had worked remarkably well with the piss problem, as after only two weeks you stopped stumbling into bottles of yellow liquid hidden in your closet like some kind of buried treasure
>…Or offering
>"Floor, you have to stop doing this.  I don't want your pee," you'd said, perhaps too harshly, after digging out the third bottle
>She'd started crying, but only quietly, covering her face out of both shame and embarrassment
>"I'm sorry," she'd said,  "I-I'm sorry, I thought… Oh…"
>You'd hugged her.  "It's okay," you'd replied.  "You thought what?"
>"I… I just thought…." she said eventually, through sniffles, "I mean, I pee on you all the time…"
>"That's fine," you'd said.  "During sex it's fine.  I just don't want to find your pee in my closet.  If you need to go, just go in the bathroom.  You don't need to use bottles."
>It was after that occasion that you'd suggested "helping" her urinate, and it had worked wonders
>Now she pissed on her own, and you didn't have to hold her hoof the whole time
>You'd applied the same strategy to showering, and it worked for her in the same way
>After that first time in the dark bathroom, when you'd finished rubbing her needy clit to another leg-shaking orgasm, you'd given her a final rinse and helped her climb out of the tub
>Once you'd toweled her off, she had emerged looking surprisingly sleek
>Her pale coat glistened, her long mane was glossy and black
>Her hair was absolutely everywhere; poor Floor kept blowing it out of her face until you tied it back for her
>"Isn't it nice to be clean every once and awhile?" you'd asked her
>"It feels weird," she'd said, looking at her shiny hooves with equal parts amusement and bewilderment
>Nevertheless, she joined you once weekly thereafter for a thorough cleaning, and after a month she was even showering on her own once in awhile
>Nowadays she's becoming more and more independent, and you're happy that you were able to help her 
>She can clean herself, she uses the bathroom properly, and she can now even cook things slightly more complicated than instant noodles
>Even so, she never seems to get tired of receiving your affection
>Whenever you lie down to rest she'll always lie beside you or on top of you
>She'll nose into your armpit and just stay there for as long as you let her
>Many hours pass where neither of you say a single word, just enjoying each other's company
>Frankly, you wouldn't have it any other way
>Sure, she's still twitchy, she's still shy and secretive, she hangs on you all the time, but she is also supportive and surprisingly fierce in her loyalty 
>And she's working hard to fix the things that have held her back for so long
>Even if she never leaves the apartment, all you want is for her to be happy, safe, and healthy
>She mutters something into your crotch
>"What was that?" you ask
>Laboriously, she lifts herself up, wrapping her forelimbs around your midsection, pressing her face into your stomach
>You feel her kiss your shirt, the pressure of her lips light on your stomach
>"Thank you," she says quietly.  "…for everything.  Thank you."
>"You're welcome, Floor."
>You pat her on the head, suddenly at a loss for what to say
>You've never been with anyone who's tried this hard for you, who's taken all the energy you've given and turned it into something positive
>It's a new experience for both of you
>"I… I mean it," she continues, clearly forcing herself to speak.  This seems like something she's been thinking about for awhile.  "I've never felt this good before.  About anything.  I always want to be with you."
>Her voice is strained, and she's trembling from sheer nerves, but she managed to get it all out
>And her courage gives you all the words you need
>You pull her up into your embrace, hugging her tightly
>"I love you, Floor Bored," you say.  "I wanna be with you, too."
>Her eyes are wet as she buries her face against your neck, her body shaking hard while you hold her
>You run your hand up the back of her head, curling your fingers into her sweaty mane
>She smells wonderful, her natural mare smell, perhaps even sweeter now that you've lived with her for awhile
>"You smell nice," you say groggily, heady from the closeness with her, this feeling of intimacy and trust with Floor Bored
>"I'm all sweaty," she says.  "S-Should I shower?"
>"Nah," you reply.  "I like it."
>You kiss her on the mouth; her eyes flutter closed, and immediately she shoves her warm tongue deep into your mouth, as is her way
>You don't mind at all
>She might have her idiosyncrasies, but you love them
>You love every part of her
>Even though she's a smelly NEET pony, she's the best girlfriend you could ever ask for
>And you want to keep being the boyfriend she's always dreamed of having
>You hold Floor Bored, kissing her, as the afternoon sun dips closer to the horizon, and the light of the afternoon spills orange and gold over you both>"Ah - ah…!"
>Floor Bored, blushing bright red, is squirming under the merciless march of your fingers
>You run them up and down her sensitive tummy, rubbing her belly, while your other hand scratches behind her ear
>She wears a goofy smile, tears of happiness (and ticklishness) streaming from the corners of her eyes
>Her legs tremble, hooves pressed into the cushions of the couch, the pleasure overwhelming
>Soft fur glides under your hand as you bring it up along her side, drawing out a fit of giggles
>Her ribs protrude less now; she's approaching a more healthy weight now that you're helping her make better food choices
>More fresh food and less packaged junk, though she'll still eat instant noodles every now and again as a comforting snack
>"You like that?" you ask, going back to scritch the sensitive spots around her belly button
>She nods, stammering:  "M-Mmhm!" 
>She's still very shy about talking, but you've been trying to help her vocalize her wants and needs
>Her ability to make eye contact is still poor, but even now as you cradle her head in your lap you see her making attempts to steal a glance at your face
>You lean down to kiss her on the forehead, petting her mane
>You're proud of her - she's been making a lot of progress
>You don't expect her to ever really fully graduate from NEETdom
>She's so anxious, so averse to social interaction, you're not sure if she'd ever be happy being forced into the constant socialization that other ponies take for granted
>Right now you're just glad that she's taking steps to live a healthier existence
>She's eating better, she's reading again, she's drawing little doodles
>She's even exercising with you, but only within the confines of the apartment
>The prospect of a gym or even just running outside terrifies her
>Fortunately you've shown her some bodyweight routines she can do in the comfort of home, which she's been surprisingly eager to perform
>It helps that you offer the incentive of a full-body massage after she's finished her workout
>"You did a great job today," you say, as she promptly buries her face in your crotch.  "Your press-ups are looking much stronger."
>Compliments still seem to confuse her, but you're both working on it
 
>Hygiene has been one of the more difficult challenges
>She honestly seems to prefer being greasy and smelly
>"D-Do I smell bad?" she'd stammered during the first month, when you'd first suggested that she might occasionally shower
>You actually quite like the way she smells, even when her musk can be a little overpowering
>"It's just good to clean yourself up every now and again," you'd told her.  "It's healthy."
>"What's the point in washing off if I'm just gonna get dirty again?" she'd asked
>Eventually you managed to convince her to shower once a week
>She seemed more amenable to the idea when you said that you'd shower with her
>You were shocked by how violently she was shaking the first time you climbed into the tub with her
>She'd clung to you like a wet rag, dragging you to the floor of the tub, until you both were lying in a wet tangle, awkwardly cuddling while the water washed over you
>It was dark, as she'd insisted that you shower with the lights off
>You could just feel her trembling, her face pressed into your chest, as you gingerly soaped down her coat and worked shampoo into her mane and tail
>It was warm, she was soft, and the experience was oddly meditative
>You weren't sure why she was so frightened, and no coherent answer was forthcoming when you tried to ask
>Instead you focused just on keeping her calm, cleaning her, whispering encouragement in her ear
>After you'd finished with her hair, you'd gently rolled her onto her back, cradling her from behind
>Her breathing grew labored as your hands pressed down over her stomach, soaping up her belly fur, her thighs
>You'd kneaded her little crotchtits, massaging the soft mounds and running your thumbs over her hard nipples
>She'd moaned, her legs twitching, while you kissed down her neck, warm water raining softly on you both
>"Good girl," you'd whispered in her ear, eliciting a shiver of pleasure down her spine.  "You're doing such a great job, Floor."
>By the time you'd finished rinsing her of soap, she seemed to have calmed down somewhat, though she was still shaky
>Your efforts to clean her led you naturally to her rear
>With just your hands and warm water you'd bathed her marepussy and asshole
>In the darkness you could feel her winking against your fingers, her clit pulsing against your palm
>"Almost done," you'd said, only to feel her twist against you
>"No," she protested.  "M-More… please."
>You were continually surprised by the extent of her libido
>It seemed like she was always ready to go, no matter the circumstances
>Heck, in your first week together she'd even gotten turned on when you were helping her get rid of all the piss bottles in her old apartment
>She couldn't explain it to you coherently, but there was something about seeing you handle all her old piss that made her start dripping all over the floor
>Her spontaneous leaking was another challenge you'd have to address, if that was even possible
>But of course you'd seen to her needs, picking her up and fucking her right there in the middle of her apartment
>She was so light, it was easy to just hold her with both hands and support her while she clung to you 
>Despite being underweight her ass was still round and soft, molding to your fingers while you'd gently bounced her on your cock
>She'd whimpered and moaned and cried so loudly that the old couple downstairs had pounded on the ceiling in an attempt to shut you up
>By the time you finally finished inside her, she'd ejaculated four times all over your legs, making an utter mess of the floor
>You'd looked down at her, into her glazed eyes, her face plastered with a dreamy smile
>"No more peeing in bottles, okay?" you'd said
>"O-Okay," she replied, nodding, but the message didn't really stick
>It wasn't until you "helped" her pee that she really broke that habit
>This had involved holding her up in the bathroom and having her aim her piss into the toilet
>Eventually this process evolved into her just hugging you while she peed on her own
>It was certainly extreme just how absolutely attached your new roommate had become to you
>You wondered at times if this was unhealthy, if you were not some kind of enabler to encourage this level of dependency
>It occurred to you, however, that with your involvement it was possible to introduce Floor Bored to healthy, functional everyday habits
>Once she'd mastered them, you could slowly wean her off your assistance until she was able to do things independently
>This had worked remarkably well with the piss problem, as after only two weeks you stopped stumbling into bottles of yellow liquid hidden in your closet like some kind of buried treasure
>…Or offering
>"Floor, you have to stop doing this.  I don't want your pee," you'd said, perhaps too harshly, after digging out the third bottle
>She'd started crying, but only quietly, covering her face out of both shame and embarrassment
>"I'm sorry," she'd said,  "I-I'm sorry, I thought… Oh…"
>You'd hugged her.  "It's okay," you'd replied.  "You thought what?"
>"I… I just thought…." she said eventually, through sniffles, "I mean, I pee on you all the time…"
>"That's fine," you'd said.  "During sex it's fine.  I just don't want to find your pee in my closet.  If you need to go, just go in the bathroom.  You don't need to use bottles."
>It was after that occasion that you'd suggested "helping" her urinate, and it had worked wonders
>Now she pissed on her own, and you didn't have to hold her hoof the whole time
>You'd applied the same strategy to showering, and it worked for her in the same way
>After that first time in the dark bathroom, when you'd finished rubbing her needy clit to another leg-shaking orgasm, you'd given her a final rinse and helped her climb out of the tub
>Once you'd toweled her off, she had emerged looking surprisingly sleek
>Her pale coat glistened, her long mane was glossy and black
>Her hair was absolutely everywhere; poor Floor kept blowing it out of her face until you tied it back for her
>"Isn't it nice to be clean every once and awhile?" you'd asked her
>"It feels weird," she'd said, looking at her shiny hooves with equal parts amusement and bewilderment
>Nevertheless, she joined you once weekly thereafter for a thorough cleaning, and after a month she was even showering on her own once in awhile
>Nowadays she's becoming more and more independent, and you're happy that you were able to help her 
>She can clean herself, she uses the bathroom properly, and she can now even cook things slightly more complicated than instant noodles
>Even so, she never seems to get tired of receiving your affection
>Whenever you lie down to rest she'll always lie beside you or on top of you
>She'll nose into your armpit and just stay there for as long as you let her
>Many hours pass where neither of you say a single word, just enjoying each other's company
>Frankly, you wouldn't have it any other way
>Sure, she's still twitchy, she's still shy and secretive, she hangs on you all the time, but she is also supportive and surprisingly fierce in her loyalty 
>And she's working hard to fix the things that have held her back for so long
>Even if she never leaves the apartment, all you want is for her to be happy, safe, and healthy
>She mutters something into your crotch
>"What was that?" you ask
>Laboriously, she lifts herself up, wrapping her forelimbs around your midsection, pressing her face into your stomach
>You feel her kiss your shirt, the pressure of her lips light on your stomach
>"Thank you," she says quietly.  "…for everything.  Thank you."
>"You're welcome, Floor."
>You pat her on the head, suddenly at a loss for what to say
>You've never been with anyone who's tried this hard for you, who's taken all the energy you've given and turned it into something positive
>It's a new experience for both of you
>"I… I mean it," she continues, clearly forcing herself to speak.  This seems like something she's been thinking about for awhile.  "I've never felt this good before.  About anything.  I always want to be with you."
>Her voice is strained, and she's trembling from sheer nerves, but she managed to get it all out
>And her courage gives you all the words you need
>You pull her up into your embrace, hugging her tightly
>"I love you, Floor Bored," you say.  "I wanna be with you, too."
>Her eyes are wet as she buries her face against your neck, her body shaking hard while you hold her
>You run your hand up the back of her head, curling your fingers into her sweaty mane
>She smells wonderful, her natural mare smell, perhaps even sweeter now that you've lived with her for awhile
>"You smell nice," you say groggily, heady from the closeness with her, this feeling of intimacy and trust with Floor Bored
>"I'm all sweaty," she says.  "S-Should I shower?"
>"Nah," you reply.  "I like it."
>You kiss her on the mouth; her eyes flutter closed, and immediately she shoves her warm tongue deep into your mouth, as is her way
>You don't mind at all
>She might have her idiosyncrasies, but you love them
>You love every part of her
>Even though she's a smelly NEET pony, she's the best girlfriend you could ever ask for
>And you want to keep being the boyfriend she's always dreamed of having
>You hold Floor Bored, kissing her, as the afternoon sun dips closer to the horizon, and the light of the afternoon spills orange and gold over you both