Love in the Time of Postage

Oh crap, the letter.

I snap out of the trance, and she keeps on saying, "I guess you met The Doctor. He lives, or rather lived, in a small blue house he calls TARDIS. I have no idea what that means, but now he stays with me and-"
I hand her the letter. She stops speaking and takes it. I start saying, "Can you deliver this?"
"Sure! Do you have the ten bits for payment?"
I nod, and check my pockets. Empty? Oh Celestia, I left them in the suitcase. I shake my head no, and instead pull out the muffin my mother gave me before I left. I start speaking again. "This is all I have on me, but I can go get the-"
"A MUFFIN! Thank you, Nicholt! I was really hungry." She says, picking up the muffin and biting into it. "Is this blueberry?" she says with her mouth full. I nod, and just stand amazed at her innocence. She is like a child, but she is extremely beautiful. Charlotte had left my mind completely, and all of my thoughts were about this gray Pegasus. Ditzy was her name, most called her Derpy. She seemed much more friendly than Pinkie, more funny than Charlotte, and more beautiful than Applejack. Perfection.
I speak in a nervous, jittery tone.. "I'm, uh... kinda new in t-town, and don't really ha-have anywhere to sleep... can I stay with you and The Doctor?"
She finishes the muffin and nods, saying "Of course! Besides, The Doctor loves company. He left to go tidy up some things and make lunch. Before you ask, no we're not dating." I sighed in happiness. "He makes this really great dish he calls eggs Benedict, and you would love it! I never let a pony have nowhere to sleep!"
Oh gosh, she's perfect.

We walk, or rather she flies, I walk, to her house. A small, quaint home that seemed as new and bright as... well, me in this town. She opens the door, and a smell I can only describe as a combination of eggs, lemon, and spice rushed out at me, as did a somewhat calm yet loud song that rushes through my very body. I hear The Doctor singing along to it.
"Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damned depressed... so I set my sights on Monday, and I got myself undressed." he sings, unaware that we had entered. He kept singing and cooking at the same time, getting to a part that said "Could you meet me in the middle? Could you meet me in the end?" before noticing us. When he did, he immediately turned off the device the song was coming from and stopped singing. He became very embarrassed, and started blushing. "Well then, you heard my terrible singing, did you?"
"It wasn't terrible, it was awesome!" I say, excited about both the song and the fact I was with HER. He smiles at this interjection, and continues cooking.
"Yeah, it was a great song! Did you bring that... thing that the music came out of back from TARDIS?" Derpy says, also happy.
"Well, not exactly." He says, still cooking. "I went in the TARDIS to another world, and... well... TOOK it. No one noticed, but hell, it was an old relic."
"The Monkeys on Bike Pedals world?" Derpy says. I am perplexed by this, but walk through the house. It had many different things I didn't recognize in it, from a small box with two sticks coming out of the top, to a small rectangular device with a button on it that, when pushed, created a small zapping noise and a lightning bolt to shoot from the end.
"Yeah, and- DON'T TOUCH THE STUN GUN. Ditzy's already basically fried off her wings with that thing."
I look at her and she giggles. "Yeah, it was tingly!" She says in a manner I'd associate with Pinkie Pie.
"Ahem, sorry to interrupt you, but what is that delicious smell?" I say, still hungry after all the work I did earlier.
"Eggs of the Benedict variety, my lad." He says, pouring a sauce of some sort on top of some recently cooked eggs and cutting them into three portions. He then put each portion onto a separate plate. "They're ready!"

"Sweet Celestia, that was amazing!" I say, finishing the food. It tasted better than anything I had ever tasted, and was a combination of sweet, spicy, sour, and a separate taste I couldn't name.
"I think you are enjoying the fifth taste. Some call it 'Umami', or yummy. I just call it awesome." The Doctor says, patting the area around his lips with a napkin.
All Derpy does is giggle at something only she knows about. I look at The Doctor and ask, "So, your 'TARDIS' can take you to other worlds?"
He looks at me with a somewhat sinister expression. He says, "Oh, it does much more." His expression changes, and he continues speaking. "Sorry, lad, but whenever I say that I must look dramatic. You see, I'm not from this world. I'm from a different universe altogether, a universe in which time travel and inter-dimensional travel is possi- I'm sorry, you seem confused."
I laugh. "You lost me at inter-dimensional, sir. I don't know what the buck that means, pardon my language, and frankly I just don't care. Don't be offended. Now if you'll excuse me, friends, I need to sleep. Do you have a couch or spare bed?"
Derpy lights up at my last statement. "No, but you can sleep with me! It will be like a sleepover!"
I blush at the mere thought. The Doctor looks at me and winks. He says "Nighttime's fallin', lad. I don't sleep, so go keep each other warm."
I swallow the lump that had formed in my throat as Derpy drags me toward her bedroom. She got in first, then motioned for me to follow suit. I do so, and she lies facing me. She's smiling the kind of smile many call the filly smile, the smile that melts your heart and sends you to a paradise. She says, "You know, I think you're possibly the most handsome stallion I have ever met."
I blush as I stutter the words, "Y-you really t-think so?"
"Yeah! I wouldn't mind having a boyfriend as handsome as you."
"Uh oh, Niko, she's got you on the ropes now!" my subconscious says in a singsongy voice.
"C-could I be your boyfriend?" I say, preparing for rejection.
"Sure! I've never actually had a boyfriend before. Good night, Nicholt!" She kisses me and rolls over, instantly falling asleep as she does.
"Well now, Nick, you seem to have put yourself into quite a jam. Already, you've got three mares who love you. Good luck juggling that responsibility." The Pegasus says, flying above the bed.
"Shut up..." I say before drifting into unconsciousness.