Ben

As I slowly wake up, you notice a warmth across my lower stomach and crotch.

I open my eyes. "Huh..?" I murmur.

There's a rather large bulge in my blanket. Like.. I knew I was decent sized, but this is bigger than I imagine Big Mac is.

I pull up the front of my blanket, seeing if I'd suddenly grown to fanfic proportions. I find Sweetie Belle, splayed out on her back on my stomach and crotch. She's snoring very lightly, her mouth slightly open.

I chuckle lightly, booping her nose. "Boop," I whisper.

Her hind leg twitches, rapidly tip tapping my smaller than Equestrian average man-goods. I smile wryly as I realize that it's going to be a regular thing for me to be thankful I'm wearing jeans. Still, it's a little awkward, since she's literally laying right on top of me...

snooore.... .... .... ....snooore....

I debate whether to wake her up, and risk her asking what is poking her, or let her sleep, and hope that I calm down down there.

She then rolls over and I feel two nearly flat orbs pressing through my trousers.

Aaaand that's the end of any hope I had of calming down.

I shift awkwardly, trying to not wake her. "Uh..." I whisper to myself.

She makes a strange moaning sound in her sleep.

I didn't even know I could get that hard. I sit awkwardly, the gentle shifting that she makes as she breathes not helping any.

Her eyes open a little, a yawn over-taking her as she leans up, planting both hooves just above my tip.

"Good morning..." She mumbles, rubbing her eye with a hoof.

I shudder, then think fast and levitate her into my arms. "Good morning,"I greet her, giving her a small hug. "How'd you sleep?"

She bought it, like discount pichee.

She yawns once more, "I slept okkie dokie... How'd you sleep? You look a little sick..." Her eyes open as she starts further inspecting my blushing face.

I shake my head. "I'm alright, nothing to worry about," I reassure her. I sit up a little more. "So, where'd you come from? Visiting me in the middle of the night? Y'know, if you do that, people will think we're-" I pretend to be poised and elegant once more, "-having an affair."

I at this point hear keys clinking in the front door. I panickedly levitate her to sit atop my head once again.

She then slips down the front of my face, rubbing her crotch tits across my mouth and eyes and ending up sitting like a bunny on your upper chest, boobies for all to see. At the point the front door opens.

Rarity and Twilight enter the living room, happily chatting about popcorn or something equally amazing. Until Twilight freezes in place and Rarity turns to look at I with her friend.

"Hi Rarity!" Sweetie waves and cheers as her sister and her sister's friend's mouths open slightly.

I wave, yawning. "G'mornin', sorry, I jus' woke up, how's'it goin'?"

They glance between me and Sweetie. "E-Err... Quite." Rarity says slowly. "I mean... Quite... Spectacular! Yes, of course."

She shares a glance with Twilight, who shrugs.

I attempt to get up, only to slip on my blanket.

Twilight manages to catch me in her magic.

"Careful!" She whines, sitting me back on the couch.

I right myself sheepishly. "Thanks. Sorry, I'm not.." I yawn. "...not quite a morning person. I don't usually wake up for a good half hour.."

Rarity raises an eyebrow, pulling over a pair of spare chairs, "Then... Why are you awake now with ah..." She reaches down and pats Sweetie on the head, "Sweetie Belle here?"

I chuckle. "I woke up early to this little goofball's snoring. Apparently she decided I was a better pillow than the one in her room."

"Goofball??" Sweetie whines. "I am not!" She then turns to Rarity, "Wait is that a good thing?"

"Not now, Sweetie." Rarity pats her head again, quickly ignoring the filly. "Well I suppose I'll just have to take your word for it. You are the professional." She shrugs.

I run a hand through what feels like incredibly messy hair. "Hm. Professional in everything but hair, apparently."

I blink. "Sorry, I ramble when I'm still waking up."

She waves a hoof, "Quite alright dear." She stands, replacing the chair to where it was. "In any case, your payment."

I stare at her for a few seconds until it clicks. "Oh, right. Duh." I stand up, thankfully not tripping over anything this time. "Here, let me..." I trail off. I make use of my low-ability brain and let my thoughts turn action-based, cleaning up everything and straightening up where I slept.

Rarity shakes her head, "No, dear, it's quite alright." She reaches into her saddlebag and pulls out a pouch of bits

I shake my head. "Nuh-uh, I'mma finish the job and clean up first." I look around, making sure the dishes are all done and everything's put away. "...Oh, I guess I didn't really make much of a mess. Huh. Cool."

Rarity chuckles politely. "Quite."

I accept the pouch, tucking it into my pocket for later. "Thank you very much, I appreciate it."

She winks, "That should pay for your expenses this month.”

It takes a second for that to sink in. "Wait, what?" I look at the pouch incredulously. "Naw, it was just a night's babysitting job, surely it's not worth that much..."

Rarity chuckles, "I meant it only in good fun."

I shake my head. "Still, I'm honored. Thank you, your generosity is greater than even I expected."

She giggles lighthearted, "But of course, you shouldn't be so modest darling." She waves the compliments away, "It's my honor."

I smile. "Still, thank you. I owe you one."

She smiles, closing her eyes. "But not at all. Thank you. Should I have need of your service again you will be the first to know."

I nod, levitating my bag into my hand. "I guess I'll get out of your mane, then." I turn to Sweetie. "It was great hanging out with you!"

"I love you!" She yells very loudly, waving frantically.

I stare, surprise clear on my face, for a second before chuckling and ruffling her hair. "Love you, too, kiddo."

Rarity gives an awkward laugh, "Yes! Quite. Well, have a good trip home!"

I shoulder my pack, walking out into the fresh Ponyville morning.

I look around, seeing the markets being set up, windows being opened as people let sunlight into their homes. I smile and inhale, taking in the fresh, clean air. I love this place.

Up in the sky, I spot Derpy. Weaving and ducking around nothing terribly.

In curiosity, I quickly rush to my house, not too far from here, and use my magic to help me leap up onto my roof to watch her.

Watching pegasi was something I liked to do often, it was awesome. Sometimes I wished that I could fly, too, but I was content with my magic, so watching was good enough for me.

She's not very elegant at flying, but I enjoy watching her anyway.

In her twists and awkward turns, she spots me  and attempts to land next to me.

She sorta successfully lands next to me. "O-Oh. It's you..." She mumbles, looking down.

I nod, somewhat hesitant. "Sorry, I just saw you flying. Seeing pegasi fly is... quite an experience for me, I'm still getting used to seeing it. It's not something I've ever seen before, and it's simply amazing."

She cocks her head a little, but seems to understand a tiny bit.

"I... I see."

I nod. "Sorry for being so.. forward the other day. I guess I got a little too caught up in the moment."

She sighs, "N-No... I'm sorry for acting like a complete meanie..."

I tilt my head. "How were you a meanie?"

She looks away, "I just was... I accused you of doing mean things...

I shake my head. "No, it's alright. I kinda didn't think, and I can totally see how you'd think I was a little creepy, it's fine." I smile, embarrassed.

She cracks a small smile too, "Alright... Sorry about that." She scruffs her hoof across the roof.

She nods twice, almost like pepping herself up, before sighing again. "Anyway, I gotta..." She gestures a hoof in a circle, not really communicating anything to me. "Go."

"You sure? You look a little tired. You can come on in for a drink, if you like. I know an excellent recipe for Sahlab, it's kind of a vanilla drink." I smile. "I also have muffins."

She shakes her head, "Sor-" She pauses, her pupils shrinking.

She licks her lips a little, "W-Well... I mean..." She looks up at me, being just slightly shorter, and the light shines off her eyes in just the right way. "One muffin couldn't hurt... Right?"

I chuckle. "Of course." I drop down, opening my door. "Come on in, they're on the counter."

She hops down, stumbling only slightly, before following me inside. "Or two."

Smiling, I pull out two pans of fresh muffins I'd made yesterday, of all sorts. "You sure two's enough?"

She nods slowly. "Maybe four."

with a mischievous grin, I pull out one of each kind - chocolate chip, poppy seed, blueberry, cranberry, chocolate, lemon, and pistachio.

"Go ahead, take as many as you like."

She glances up at me.

Then deftly takes them all while I’m blinking. When my eyes open, she's chowing down on blueberry.

I laugh gently. "Somehow, I thought you'd take that course of action." I hum happily. "Go ahead and have the rest, if you like." I levitate the pans over to her.

"If you want, I can put some in a box for you to take home."

She nods swiftly. "Ochmay!" She yells through the muffin.

I raise my hand, and a box fills itself with the rest of the muffins, setting itself neatly beside Derpy. "There you are, all yours~"

Her eyes sparkle as they eye the box, then shift to me. She's speechless

"What?" I ask curiously. "Something wrong? I didn't switch baking powder and baking soda again, did I?"

She blinks and swallows her food. "Thank you..." She mumbles, looking back down at her muffin.

I smile. "Don't mention it, I love baking, and I love giving food away. It's satisfying to see people enjoy what I make. You don't have to thank me, rather, I thank you for letting me give them to you."

She smiles, "I guess you're pretty sweet... Sorry for uh... You know." She nibbles another muffin.

I shake my head. "It's fine, it's in the past." I grin. "But if you want to make it up to me, then you better enjoy those muffins!" I jokingly threaten. "Or else it's the dungeon of Fruitcake for you!"

She stares at me before giving a long, loud laugh.

I tilt my head. "I didn't know it was that funny," I chuckle. "I guess I must have picked up a +2 Funny skill point or something," I quip.

She gives another long, loud laugh.

My smile slowly drops as my confusion rises. "Uh...?"

She's just staring at me with a slightly awkward grin. "That's... Nice."

I frown. "I'm guessing my joke was a fail, then."

She shakes her head.

"It's not..?"

I scratch the back of my head. "I'm confused."

She stares awkwardly. "Uh..."  Then eyes the door. "I gotta go."

I nod, my enthusiasm deflating as I realise that I've botched it yet again. "Alright. Maybe I'll see you around?"

She smiles a more normal smile, "Of course. You seem really nice."

My smile lifts a little. "Thank you. Don't forget your muffins."

She nudges the box on her back before looking back to you and holding a hoof out. "It was nice to meet you. ...Again."

I shake her hoof. "And it was nice to see you again. Come on over anytime you feel like having a muffin, alright? I'll always have a tray or two freshly made," I promise.

She smiles widely. "Really?!" She then coughs and thumps her chest. "S-Sorry, I had something in my throat." She clears her throat with a very convincing noise, "So uh... Yep." She nods. "I uh... Gotta go."

I chuckle. "Alright, see you later."

She smiles and stares at the strange door knob. "Er... How uh... Do I open this door...?"

I look at it, then facepalm. "Ah, right, it's not made for hooves. One second.." I point at the door, which opens itself with a blue glow. "There you go."

She nods, "Thanks. Uh... Bye." She then steps out and takes off.

She manages to take off rather nicely, not dropping the muffins even! As though protected by some arcane force.

I sigh. "Well, that wasn't as good as it could have been, but I guess at least she doesn't think I'm a creep. Probably, anyway." I look around my kitchen. "Hm.. I need to get some more flour."

I pull out the pouch, tossing it into the air and catching it a few times. "Guess I should go get some."

"...now that I can actually afford it."

The entire world seems to be waiting for an opportunity to do something interesting.

I pocket it, then grab my coat and walk outside. "I guess I'll go  to the marketplace."

The world agrees this is a good idea.