Oh my God. Oh my God, I can’t believe that just happened. No damn way. No freaking-damn way.

It hadn’t been anything special. Another night maybe five months into my time in Ponyville. Just another night in after a long day of watching her doing flips and tricks to impress the local fillies. Me with my book, her with one of her own. My hand, acting on its own accord, had gone for something soft to rub, and thinking I had just found a pillow, I rested it on something soft, fluffy, and warm, stroking back and forth like I had with my dog back on Earth.

“Um…” the lump had said, and then I realized my mistake.

“D-Dashie!” I screamed, my hand darting back and my face turning red as the book flew out of my hand. “Cripes, I’m so sorry!”

She looked back at me, not quite meeting my eyes. Yeah, in case it’s not obvious yet, the only one in Ponyville even worse at relationships than me is Dash. Her face had gone beet red. She quickly turned away, hiding her snout behind her hoof while mumbling something.

“W-what?” I asked dumbly.

She craned her neck to look back at me and gave a weak smile. “I-I didn’t tell you to stop.”

My jaw dropping, I slowly reached out, my hand laying on the back of her head again. I had to lean over to rest it in her mane, but eventually she turned back to her book, a contented smile crossing her face.

I had never needed a cold shower so badly in my life.