Femboi and Chill

“Mmmmmmm...” You snuggle the pillows closer, smiling tiredly. Deliriously. “...hrmmmm... love this filmmmmmmmm...”

You hear voices giggling all around you. They drown out the noise of a television set humming indistinguishably across the room.

“Is... is he okay...?”

“Pfft! You tell me! He could barely friggin' sit up straight after limping in here.”

“Don't be so hard on him, Rainbow. The poor thing's had a long day.”

“I'm not being hard on him! I just think he's gonna start drooling all over Fluttershy at this rate...”

“Oh... uhm... it's quite alright. I-I don't mind.”

“Heh... I think we all know that by now, Flutters.”

“... … ...what's that supposed to mean?”

“Mrmmmff...” You stir, rubbing your eyes as your petite figure curls up in your blouse and capris. The scent of a long day of running errands in the big city for your girlfriends wafts gently off you. Your tiny toes curl up, and a sandal slips off, falling into the ether. “Turn... mrmmmf... the volume up...”

“Cherish... maybe you should go lie down in the other room, sweetie.”

“N-no! Let him stay! Pleeease?”

“Fluttershy, darling, he's practically a zombie at this point. An adorable little zombie—granted—but he does deserve his beauty sleep!”

“What if he starts snoring? I don't want it ruining the movie.”

“He does not snore! He's quiet as a mouse when he sleeps!”

“And... uh... just how do you know that, Flutters?”

“... … … ...I can be observant too, y'know.”

“Heh heh heh heh...”

“Ghhhhh...” You cling tighter to the warmth beside you. A single eye squints, sees the bright rectangle of the television far away, and closes tightly against the stabbing glow. “Mmmmm... wanna...” You yawn. “...wanna...” You yawn again. “... … ...get to Anna singing First Time In Forever...”

“Snkkkkt—!”

“Cherish, we're watching The Conjuring 2, not Disney's Frozen.”

“Heeheehee!”

“No! Shhhh! Let's get her to wake up in the middle, expecting Oolaf! Then YAAAARGH!”

“Rainbow Dash!!!”

“Hahahaha!”

“Shhhh! Will you girls please be considerate? He's been so helpful to us all today. Our dutiful little boi deserves some shuteye.”

“You really should just... help him to bed, Flutters.”

“Yes. What Twilight said.”

“But he d-doesn't live here! Besides... uhm... isn't it Sunset's turn this evening? To... take him home after movie night—?”

“I don't think Chi-Chi's gonna last that long! He's zonkers than conkers!”

“Just put him in your room and come back, Fluttershy. I'll trade places with you tonight.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Sunset. I... I'm so sorry. I mean... are you sure that's okay?”

You squirm from all the talking, yawning for the millionth time. You cuddle tighter against the warmth next to you, delighting in the vanilla scent wafting over you... and the gentle set of fingers running lovingly through your hair.

“Hehe... it's fine, Fluttershy. I think this arrangement was written in the stars tonight.”

“Guess somebody's gonna get super special after movie-cuddddddles!”

“Shhhh! Pinkie! Not so loud!”

“The longer he stays in here, the longer we delay the movie.”

“Hmmmmm...” You nuzzle your cheek deep into warm, lightly pulsating softness. “Phweeeeee... comfy pillowssssss...”

“Pfffft... yeah, Cherish. You enjoy those 'pillows.'”

“Oh my goodness! Uhm... oh dear...”

“Better hurry, Flutters, or you'll poke one of his eyes out.”

“Okay. I... I can do this... I can do this...”

“Thatta girl!”

“You've got 'em!”

“See? Told you on the car ride home that Chi-Chi is suuuuuper light! Light as a feather!”

“Light as a f-feather... got it...”

The world shifts... floats...

You feel as if you're gliding on a cloud, away from the noise and brightness...

So that only her delicate voice caresses you, along with those soft, protective arms.

“Awwwww... oh Cherish, you really are more and more like a doll every day...”

“Mmmmmm...” You rub your cheek against a silk-clad shoulder. “...some things are worth melting for...”

“Hmmmm-mmmmm...” A motherly chuckle. You're laid down in a softy downy crater of plush blankets. Slender hands remove the last sandal from your feet before draping a duvet over your figure. “Good night, Angel,” she says, kissing close to your button-nose. The scent of vanilla lingers, accompanied by a stammer. “Uhm... make that 'Angel Jr.' In case he's listening. I-I don't want him seeking jealous revenge on you over night.”

“Heeeee...” You curl up under the sheets, smiling into slumberland. “...jealous revenge...”

“... … ...alright.” Footsteps, growing distant. The lights vanish—save for a rosy glow from an outlet somewhere. You're surrounded by her scent, but her seraphim voice whispers across the cosmos with hope and adoration. “I'll join you later. Save some dreams for me, hmm?”

The sound of a door creaking shut.

Then...

...blissful silence... if only to imagine her still giggling.