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Day 5

Verde tossed and turned in the bed. Again. Another whole night, asleep in the bed, alone. Jason was, yet again, on the couch. Five days had passed since her first night watching television and Verde was getting tired of the human’s choice to isolate himself from her every night. Snorting into one of the pillows, Verde looked at the clock; it was nearly 7am. The human probably already left for work, whatever it is he did.

As she rolled around, she wondered if she had inadvertently offended him, maybe his culture does not permit him to sleep with someone who screws up something as simple as spaghetti. Maybe it was the fact that they had yet to sample each other yet. To Verde’s surprise, she did not cringe at the prospect of congress with the human. He looked like he could take care of her, but he had no tail and no hooves. She then wondered how he would use his hands, curious as to their role in sex.

Sliding off the bed, she was feeling peckish. Jason always left her something on the coffee table for lunch and breakfast each day and she was already feeling the pangs of hunger. Moving on to the living room, Verde crept to the coffee table, feeling the post wakeup feeling of what she could only describe as ‘ughh’. Finally reaching the coffee table, she noticed two things. One: Breakfast was not made, in fact no food had been set out. Two: Jason was still sleeping.

What surprised Verde the most of the two, was that Jason was still sleeping this late in the morning. Coming to the front of the couch, Verde poked the hairless ape’s back with her hoof, only to see him fidget around and return to his previously scheduled sleep.

Moving around the couch to get a better view of Jason, she saw that Jason was facing the back of the couch as he lay. And in between his body and the couch, there was a crevasse that she could easily fit in. Being as quiet as she could, she pulled herself up the arm of the couch and used the top of the back of the couch as a railing to position herself right above the canyon. She wanted to know what it was like sleeping with him. I bet its like any other pony, only that their colder without fur. Verde thought to herself.

Slowly as she could, she lowered herself, having to put a hoof on her mate’s shoulder, he only snorted as she put more weight on it. To her surprise, she was able to slide down the back of the couch in a quite, consistent manner. Now occupying the crevasse, she noticed that her own face was extraordinary close to Jason’s. Taking a moment to just look at him, she noticed that his eyelashes were much thinner than any pony’s. His small eyes, pale as the moon almost with the eye lids closed. But the most interesting feature was his nose. The humans never had a snout, it was just like his nose and mouth just slightly branched off from each other on some tree limb.

Looking closer, she saw that he had what looked like little bits of fur growing from his face, unable to help herself, she grazed his upper lip with the tip of her snout to feel a strange rough prickling. It WAS fur. Perhaps humans were not as hairless as she once thought.

Then, Jason’s lip started twitching, and Verde could feel his somthing trying to rise from beneath where she lay. Looking over her shoulder, she realized that she was laying directly on his arm. Not understanding what was going on, she started to panic. She tried to get up instinctually only for one of her hind legs to step on something squishy and loose. With that, the human screamed. In a blur, Verde was on the floor, her back facing the carpet, with the human adjacent to her, grasping the region she just stepped on with his hands.

“JESUS FUCKING HELL...” The human screeched, continuing to curse at the ceiling, tears rolling down his angrily scrunched face.

“JASON ARE YOU OKAY?” Verde exclaimed, popping back on all fours, but Jason did not respond, he just kept rolling and rolling around, he even started banging his head against the carpet.

“uhgggggggg” he moaned. Verde caught a glimpse of his eyes, they looked like they kept staring upwards, but not looking at anything. It was like Jason could not differentiate between whatever she had done and the rest of reality.

Scooching towards him, she was going to try and console him when the rolling stopped and she could hear him gasping for air. His eyes returned to normal, still watering however, and looked at her. Just stared at her.

As slowly as he could, be began to try to get up, Verde made an effort to help, but his shakiness and growing prevented her from getting any closer. Then, step by step he started walking.

“Jason, what’s wrong, let me help you!” Verde spoke, getting to her hooves. She was genuinely concerned over what just happend.

Jason ignored her completely. As he moved towards the bedroom, Verde wondered what was in there that could help him. After watching him, step by step, he reached the bedroom.

“Jason, please tell me what’s going o-” Verde tried to ask him, only to be stopped with the loud slam of the bedroom door. The slam was enough to make her take a step back, but then she reared up, and placed her front hooves on the door, hoofing it.

“JASON, TELL ME WHAT'S WRONG! PLEASE!” Verde cried

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Two hours had passed since Jason sealed himself off from the rest of the house. Verde had taken to the couch, not understanding what happened. I was just trying to get off of him she thought to herself, when she heard the bedroom door open.

Getting on her flank, she waited for Jason to show himself. As if on cue, there he was, walking... relativity normally again.

“Jason what happened?” Verde asked

“Oh I’ll tell you what happened. You fucking stepped on my balls!” Jason shouted, moving to the kitchen. “Only now, when my hunger finally supersedes the pain in my groin, can I move to get fucking breakfast.”

Oh no, did I really step on him there? I always thought it would be lower or in between his legs, Verde winced at her own thought. Even colts could be immobilized when hurt there. She remembered a particular day in school where she saw a classmate on fall his side from an inadvertent buck from a playmate. Verde realized that she did not think though the entire ‘laying right on top of him’ plan.

Dumping a box of cereal and milk, Jason didn’t even bother moving to sit, he ate at the countertop, staring at the living room. Verde moved forward to him and wanted to try and comfort him. Rearing up, her front ankles only reached his ribs as she fell a little onto his side. It wasn’t a hug that was designed well, but it worked for the tall standing human.

Jason put down his bowel and moved his hand and patted her on the back.

“Tell me what you were thinking...” he asked.

“I was um..I just wanted to ugh, get a good look at your face, its so messed up, not having a snout and all...” she blurted out. Even she realized that she just mocked him for not being anything like a pony when he was just a human.

Jason sighed in a depressed tone and lightly pulled away with a bit more agility than before. Verde, for the most part, slide down from Jason as he walked to the fridge.

“You want some cereal?” he questioned, grabbing the milk from the fridge. Verde noticed he jug of milk was not glass, but some of that weird ‘plastic’ that save her from having spaghetti sauce all over the floor a few days ago.

“Yeah, sure... hey are you angry with me?” she asked Jason, who was pouring the milk into a bowl along with the cereal.

“Immensely, but there is nothing to do about it now.” he spoke, finishing the milk pouring.

“I’m taking the bed today for a nap later. You can have it back tonight.” he dictated, moving with Verde’s breakfast from the kitchen to the living room.

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Verde was shifting around on Jason’s desk. Earlier, before he went to go take a nap, she saw that he had paper and pens and was trying to find some blank paper to draw on. The stress of the last few days had overshadowed her desire to create. Perhaps, this will relax me.Verde thought.

Soon she found some blank paper, being careful not to touch it with her tongue, she dumped the sheets on the coffee table as she went back to the desk to continue her search for a pen or pencil. She had already finished exploring the bottom drawers, but she had yet to reach the top ones. Using the chair, she balanced herself carefully and began pulling open the drawers one by one.

After finishing pulling all the drawers, she examined the first one only to find junk. However, moving left, she found the second drawer, she found something much different. Bits. A whole bunch of Bits. Her eyes widened, it was quite a lot. Shifting around the bits, she saw that most of them were shiny new, minted recently. Thinking about getting art supplies, she realized that Jason might consider it his bits and his alone. She knew that in some herds, while they shared everything, kept their own personal finances to themselves, except for what everyone needed to chip in for, while others just shared a giant pot where they put all their bits in.

Not wanting to risk Jason’s ire, she closed the drawer immediately. She had put him through the ringer the last few days and did not feel like being accused of stealing. Moving to the next drawer, she found what she was looking for. Pens. Grabbing one, she saw that it was one of those ‘clicky’ ones that Jason had. The ones where he pressed on the top for the pen to reveal itself at the bottom. Holding the pen firmly sideways in her mouth, use used the wall as something sturdy and pressed the pen into it. With a ‘click’, it was ready for her to use.

Moving to the coffee table, she positioned a piece of paper in the corner so it would not wobble as she drew, only to come up with a new problem. What to draw. Sitting for a few moments, she came up with an idea and began to draw the face she saw this morning, pleasantly sleeping before she stepped on the wrong place.