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Fuuucckkk, Jason thought as he felt something messing with his right hand. He was still groggy and whatever it was that was poking at his hand was about to get slapped. Thankfully, it stopped, whatever it was. Jason snorted, trying to get back to sleep.

Jason, however, was unable to ignore the sharp pain in his back. He hated sleeping on couches because they were ill fit to any human sleeping position in his mind. However, he could not figure out if he had crashed on the couch because he was too tired to reach the bedroom or if there was some other reason.

Finally, Jason was starting to drift off again. That was until the sudden crash from wherever his head was pointing. Then from that crash arose a scream. A terrified scream that betrayed a hint of disgust and shock.

Rising from the couch at a unfathomable speed, he suddenly realized why he was on the couch.

The mare he permitted to spend the night here was messing with his fucking fridge.

The Fucking micro-horse is dicking around in my goddamn fridge?, Jason screamed in the back of his head. A sudden bolt of rage permeated from his own eye sockets as he got on his feet.

Moving to the kitchen, the mare he let in stared at him, furious as if she were going to rip his balls off for breakfast.

“YOU EAT MEAT!” she screamed, in a voice ill fit for demanding anything except a glass of water.

“...yeah, a good portions of humans do” Jason replied, he really wanted to verbally rip her to shreds, but chose not to, seeing as she might just be offended by ground beef.

“Well not in this household!” the mare yelled, trying to force a ultimatum that obviously she couldn't back up.

“...Is this how you treat your Griffin buddies?” Jason answered, picking the stuff up off the floor that Verde dropped out of the fridge during her fall. Honesty he was trying to give her ways out of this while saving face, he liked meat. He loved a lot of different kinds of meat.

“THEY are savages” Verde choked out, almost stuttering. And you're brothers and sisters are intolerant douchebags, but they don't pay me for pointing out the obvious, Jason thought, he really wanted to respond to her saying this.

“I want that meat out of here no-” she tried to finish, only for Jason to slam the ice box door, hoping that would shut her yap.

“No, I’m willing to let you stay here but I'm not changing my eating habits.” Jason stated as plainly as he could.

“As Lea-” Verde said rearing up, Oh god she is trying to get on eye level with me, I don't know if I should laugh at her or just tell her to get the fuck out. Jason mentally replied, though different words came out as he interrupted her.

“PLEASE!” Jason bellowed, “Do not test me this early in the morning, if you have a problem,”, Jason opened the front door, “here you go, you can send for your stuff later.”.

Verde immediately dropped on her rear. Oh thank fucking shit she finally backed the fuck down. Shall I pay homage to the pony queen of shutting other ponies the fuck up for this grandiose gift she has bestowed upon me?, Jason chuckled internally. Seeing as Verde backed the fuck down and that they were both up, Jason started to work on breakfast.

“Do you want something to eat?” Jason asked, still trying to calm himself down after this morning's surprise alarm clock.

“No thanks...”Verde sulked up and started moving to his bedroom. Fuck me, not this passive aggressive shit, Alas Poor Verde, hast I wounded thine ego? Dost thine desire above all things on Equestria Ferma, that thy would have I slay all eaters of meat?

Seeing that she turned the corner, he got to work on making some cereal. He could not, however, prevent himself from feeling bad, even though he was internally mocking her. Poor thing probably was hungry and was looking to eat before she started going into a craze about 'meat' Jason thought.

Seeing that he had to be at work soon, Jason checked his cabinets for some instant cake mix. Finding it right where he expected, he swiftly moved to the desk, looking for his phone.

Finding the entry for the compound's secretary, a mere tap on his screen connected them.

"Thank you for calling Zivragon Telecommunications Cooperation, Compound Omicron, how can I assist you?" the staticy voice spoke in a cherp.

"This is Jason, I'll be a few hours late" he replied, licking his lips of the sugar from the cereal that was still there.

"Are you sick?" the voice asked in response.

"No, I have a PC component that busted overnight and I need to make sure it's fixed before I come in." Jason blatantly lied. Honesty he did not want anyone knowing he was housing a pony, given the race problems in the local area and the fact that he wasn't sure how work would react to it.

"Anything else?" the voice asked one more time.

"Thats it, I'll call in two hours if I am still having issues." Jason answered. Hopefully that will have convinced them it was just a household problem.

"Allright understood, I'll pass it on.", the voice spoke as the line was cut. Jason had been on time or earlier since he arrived here. They would surely understand taking a few hours to fix a PC issue.

Grabbing the eggs and milk from the fridge, he saw that he had an unopened can of chocolate cake frosting. Perfect. He knew ponies loved their baked goods and this might be enough to at least show that he felt a little sorry.

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With the cake done and the cleaning of her suitcases finished, he started scribbling notes. Midway though making the cake, he started to worry that she would throw his bacon and other meats out if he did not explicitly tell her to leave them alone. Though they did need to talk, he felt that two letters should do it, one for her to wake up to and the other apologizing to her. Both contained post scripts demanding that she does not touch his 'flesh' as she called it.

Finishing placing the cake on the coffee table, he moved to the bedroom, where he saw the pillow she was using stained with wet spots. Even her eyes still glistened with what seemed to be morning dew that slid off her face. But with her massive eyes, he could see that she was in REM sleep, darting left and right, and her body was shaking, as if a cold storm prevented her from resting.

Putting the last letter on the nightstand, he noticed most of the bed sheets had been pushed off her. Pulling his favorite one over her, her eyes were still darting, but the shivering stopped.

"I wonder what you're dreaming? Perhaps of a true loved one saving you from a snow storm? Better yet, I should hope that whoever it is, is coming to take you away from here so I can live in peace" he whispered, leaving the room.

"Also don't throw away my fucking meat." he finished, closing the door so that only the edge still remained opened.