Sweet fucking Luna my head, what the fuck happened last night?

My mind struggled to get the gears inside my head turning while my eyes practically rolled in my skull. I am overwhelmed by the sensation of being under water once again, but only my head this time. With a groan of discomfort, I slowly force my eyes to peel open, only to be greeted with the blinding light of day. I quickly shut my eyes, covering my face with my hands and rolling over on my belly to protect my sensitive vision from the sun.

It was then I noticed something... Odd. Slowly stretching my hand out I grab a handful of what feels like grass. So it appears that not only am I not asleep in a comfortable bed, but it appears that I'm not even inside my new home. I guess it's quite normal to get so black out drunk that you don't wake up in an unfamiliar place, but that isn't even the worst of my problems.

I'm stark naked.

Fuck my life. I'm sprawled out face first in a field of grass looking like an ape got drunk and had a full body wax before passing out god knows where in the center of a grassy field. Slowly and hesitantly I open my eyes, lifting my head slowly.

I could barely see through the thickness of my long disheveled hair that hung over my face, but from what I can tell I appear to be in what seems to be at the center of a sports stadium. There are bleachers surrounding the vast field of neatly trimmed grass, and from what I can decipher, based on the format of the white stripes decorating the grass, I'm smack dab in the center of a rugby field.

At least I think it's a rugby field, I don't fuckin' know what kind of sports ponies play. All I know is that it's a huge ass field and there's no doubt that it's used for sports. Digression aside, once my head felt like it wasn't spinning so badly I slowly began to stand up, groaning as my joints popped under the stress of my weight.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck..." I groaned, hunching over, resting my hands on my knees until I managed to somewhat keep my upright balance.

"Where am I, what the fuck happened, why the fuck did it happen, how the fuck am I naked?" I mumbled to myself as I slowly straightened my posture, glancing around to see if there was anybody around me.

Luckily it seems to be empty, I don't see a single soul in sight so I guess this is my chance. I cover my groin and make a mad dash for the nearest opening that must lead into the locker room area. My suspicions are correct, I managed to stumble upon a vast locker room that appear to be actively occupied. I didn't really care at the moment though, my head is spinning and I need to find a way to straighten myself up quickly, and so I decided to take a cold shower in the large shower room not too far off from the locker room.

After figuring out the unfamiliar shower valves, I turn on the water and adjust it to cold. I let out a gasp as the icy water pelted my skin, soaking me entire body in frigid water. It took very little time for my senses to get their shit together after the frigid wake up call pelted my unsuspecting flesh, my spine tingled and my body shuddered as it slowly adjusted to the new cold temperature.

It has been a good day for Spitfire so far, she managed to get through her early morning paperwork in regards of the upcoming Gala that will be taking place in Ponyville, and for the most part her stay in this former small country town has been quite pleasant so far.

She remembers when she was a little filly that Ponyville used to be more like a village than a town, everything looked like it came right out of some medieval fairy tale picture book. After Canterlot expanded to its limit businesses began to move to Ponyville, which boosted the local economy and brought the town to where it is today.

She often times missed the old fairy tale look the town had to it, but still economic growth wouldn't hurt anybody. As she mulled over the changes the town went through, she made her way down the hall of the Steelwing Sports Stadium where she aimed to get in some morning exercises before returning to her paperwork and planning for the air show. She could've done this paperwork in Canterlot, but after a bad break up with her ex, she just needed to be somewhere else.

Upon reaching the field she took a deep breath and let out a slow and relaxed sigh of contentment. It's a gorgeous day, and the calming silence that fills the stadium mixed with the distant ambiance of the town felt like a gentle calming and relaxing melody that did wonders for her tense nerves.

She decided to start out her work out routine with a simple few laps around the field to get her blood pumping, however she stopped dead in her tracks once she reached the entrance into the lockers. She noticed the massive indent of a body in the grass, as if they had just laid there in an awkward sprawled out position all night or something.

Her ears twitched, another strange entity had come to her attention. She heard what sounded like singing coming from within the locker room. Curiosity got the best of Spitfire, and so she raised a curious brow and made her way into the locker room. The singing got louder, and by the sound of this stranger's deep voice it is most certainly a stallion.

Sneakily tip toeing through the locker room, Spitfire followed the sound of the stranger's voice until she reached the showers. She hesitated for a moment, a blush filling her cheeks as she slowly crept into the showers to see who the hell made that dent in the grass. Rather than a stallion, she came across a human that closely resembled a shaved bear.

There were many things Spitfire noticed about this massive human: he's by far the largest human she's ever seen, even bigger than that apple farmer Big Mac that she sees walking around town on occasion. Secondly... His back is covered in horrifying scars. There are scars on other parts of his body that she can visibly make out, but none of them compare to the horrible flogging scars that almost covered the entirety of his back.

Spitfire quickly retreated around a corner, her mind trying to process what she just saw. She wandered about who this human is, if he is homeless, and if he is the culprit behind the massive indent in the grass out on the field. The scars were also a part of her curiosity however she felt that finding out who he is and how he got here is her primary concern.

Stepping out of the showers quietly, Spitfire waited a few moments before taking a deep breath and calling out.

"Hello? Who's in there?" she called out, cutting the human man's singing short, earning what sounded like a yelp of surprise from him.

"Uh... Walter?" the man replied hesitantly.

"...Walter who? Why are you in the mare's locker room showers?" she called out, crossing her arms.

"Shit this is the mare's locker room? Fuck me running" the man cursed.

"What are you doing here?" Spitfire demanded in a calm tone.

"Uh... To be honest I don't know, I just woke up in the stadium not too long ago" he responded.

A black out drunk eh? I would be drinking too if I had scars that ugly Spitfire mulled to herself.

"So I guess you had a long night of drinking then?" she called back.

"I mean I guess so? I don't even remember having any alcohol, we started with some pizza and soda then that's where my memory cuts off" the man explained, shutting the shower head off.

"Sounds like somebody might have drugged you" Spitfire remarked.

"Nah, I was out with my roommates, one of them is a good gal she wouldn't let anybody do that to me" the man replied. "Say, are there any towels out there that I could use?" he asked in a sheepish tone.

Spitfire glanced around, searching the best she could for a towel but all she managed to find is an Equestrian flag.

"Forgive me Celestia" she sighed before taking down the flag, folding it up neatly before handing it in through the showers entrance.

"This all you could find?" he asked.

"Yeah, everything else is locked up in the lockers" Spitfire replied.

"Well fuck, I guess it'll do" he sighed as he began drying himself off.

Once the strange man had finished drying himself off he wrapped himself in the flag and coyly stepped out of the showers with his long dark brown hair hanging partially over his face. Spitfire looked him over, giving him a quizzical look before shaking her head and clearing her throat.

"Who are you again?" she asked, far too distracted with all the weird things that have happened this morning to remember his name.

"Walter, my name is Walter" he replied, giving a sheepish smile as he tightened his grip on the flag.

"So Walter, where are your clothes?" Spitfire inquired.

"Um... I don't know. I woke up without them in the field" he replied with a sheepish smile

"Do you live around here?" Spitfire sighed, shaking her head.

"In Ponyville, yes. Just moved here yesterday. But I don't know if I live in this exact area, I don't really know where I am" Walter explained.

"You're in Steelwing Sports Stadium in North-West Ponyville" Spitfire says.

"Uh... Right, well I'm sorry about all this. If you could point me towards Sugar Cube Corner I think I can make my way home from there" Walter said with an awkward smile.

"Sugar Cube Corner? That's on the Eastern part of town" Spitfire explained.

"Oh... How the fuck did I wind up on the other side of town?" he mumbled to himself.

"I don't know, just come with me to my office and I'll try to sort something out for you" Spitfire said with a sigh, beckoning him to follow her as she started walking away.

"Oh, uh, okay" Walter hesitantly nodded before following behind her.

As I followed behind this admittedly smoking hot mare, I answer her questions to the best of my ability. I had to fight back my instincts to refuse her questions due to the rigorous training they had me do in the military. I had to keep reminding myself that I wasn't in the Griffon Kingdom over and over again just to hold a simple questions and answers conversation with this gal.

I explained to her that I had just been accepted into the HCA recovery program and that they would help me build a stable life here in Equestria. I told her about how it took me a while to get used to being in a secure environment and about being tackled by Pinkie Pie at mach speed shortly after my arrival to Ponyville. That's when I discovered that Spitfire actually knew Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, basically every single one of my roommates. She said that she used to be an upperclassmen to Rainbow Dash while she was in Flight School.

Once we reached the office, she had me sit down on a bench while she made a few calls. Eventually she got pulled through to the person she had in mind, and before I could drift off in deep thought the mare gestures me to come take the phone. I look at her a bit confused before standing up and walking over, grasping the phone in one hand while I held the flag around me in the other.

"Hello, this is Walter" I spoke up, unsure of what else to say.

"Greetings Walter, my name is Twilight Sparkle, I'm one of your roommates. Could you inform me of what happened to you please?" a young mare's voice replied.

"Oh, Twilight? Y-Yeah um, so last night I went out with Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, and Fluttershy to have a small little pre-celebration outing since we managed to convince Pinkie Pie to wait to have the welcoming party until after you and the others got home. So uh, um... Well, I don't know when we started drinking alcohol, but last I remember I was singing karaoke and eating pizza. I woke up this morning in a stadium all the way across town. I don't know how I exactly got here and um... I-I seem to have lost my phone so maybe you could give a call to the girls back at the house to try and have them pick me up?" I explained, she could probably hear my awkward smile over the phone.

There's a long pause, then a slow and painful sigh. I could practically hear her pinch the bridge of her nose while bouncing millions of thoughts throughout her head.

"That's... Most unfortunate to hear. I'll arrange Fluttershy to come pick you up, the girls are probably worried about you" Twilight says while I take a seat on the office bench again.

"Thank you Miss Sparkle, I'm sorry for the trouble. I didn't expect to get black out drunk, I usually just drink light beer or hard cider" I explained sheepishly.

"It's fine, we'll find out what happened later. For now just keep calm and Fluttershy will come pick you up. Talk to you later" Twilight said, hanging up faster than I could say goodbye.

It has been a chaotic morning for the girls, the house was partially destroyed when they awoke and halfway through cleaning up after their mess they discovered their new roommate, Walter, is missing.

After the initial panic, the girls searched the entire house for as much evidence of where Walter might have gone. In their scramble Fluttershy decided to go through all the bedrooms while Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie looked around outside. After not finding much of anything in either of the other bedrooms, she decided to look inside her own.

To her genuine surprise, she found all articles of Walter's clothing sprawled beneath her blanket sheets, covered in what she could only assume to be her womanly fluids.

She hastily emptied the pockets of Walter's personal belongings: his phone, headphones, wallet, and pocket knife. After she made sure the pockets were empty she buried his clothes at the bottom of her laundry hamper. Thankfully she did this just in time since Rainbow Dash had flown up the stairs and into her room, startling Fluttershy a bit.

"Flutters, Twilight just called she wants to talk to you" Rainbow Dash explained.

"A-Ah, right, I'm coming down" Fluttershy nodded in response, setting the laundry basket down and walking with Rainbow Dash out of the room and back down the stairs.

"Hello?" Fluttershy spoke up as she picked up the house phone.

"Hey Fluttershy, it's Twilight. So I recieved a call from Spitfire at the Steelwing Sports Stadium that she found a large hungover human of the name Walter using the mare's shower room. She tells me that he woke up naked and without a clue as to what happened the night before leading up to a certain point" Twilight said in a rather frustrated tone.

"He's all the way across town? We've been looking for him all morning! Oh my..." Fluttershy sighed, rubbing her face.

"Look, I don't know what happened and frankly I don't have time right now to talk about it. We're almost done with the plans for the Gala so I need to focus on getting this work done. Go pick Walter up at the stadium, and bring him a set of clothes he can wear" Twilight instructed.

"R-Right, I'll do that right away. Thank you Twilight" Fluttershy said as she hung up the phone.

"Was she talking about Walter?" Rainbow Dash asked as soon as Fluttershy hung up.

"Y-Yeah, apparently he's all the way across town. She says he's at Steelwing Sports Stadium and that we need to pick him up" Fluttershy explained.

"Right! I'll go do that real quick!" Rainbow Dash replied, but before she could take off Fluttershy grabbed her by the shoulder.

"She wants me to go pick him up, I don't think she trusts you or Pinkie with the chariot yet after that Christmas party incident" Fluttershy explained as Rainbow Dash deflated.

"Damn it, I thought she'd forgot about that" Rainbow Dash groaned.

"It took three days to get that smell out of the car Rainbow Dash, I doubt she'll be forgetting it any time soon" Fluttershy said as she began to gather her things.

"What're we supposed to do here while you go pick him up?" Rainbow Dash asked as Pinkie simply sat on the floor in front of the TV, watching cartoons.

"Just watch TV or something until I get back" Fluttershy said as she grabbed a change of clothes from Walter's luggage before making her way to the garage.

It took Fluttershy about half an hour to drive across town in Rarity's blue-silver chariot that she left behind since Twilight had rented them a vehicle to drive around in up in Canterlot. As she drove she pondered about what exactly happened last night that escalated things, she knew for certain that she had decided to be the sober friend of the bunch to help the group get home safely, but she must've gotten tied up in drinking as well.

Upon arriving at the stadium Fluttershy parked the chariot in the front lot just as several other ponies were making their way into the building to prepare for a day's work. After grabbing Walter's change of clothes, she stepped in through the front entrance and approached the front desk where a stallion dressed in a crisp silver blue uniform sat, organizing some papers into a file as the cream colored pegasus gently tapped on the front desk counter to get his attention.

"Good morning, how may I help you?" the stallion greeted as he looked up from his files, offering a friendly smile.

"Good morning, my name is Fluttershy. I'm here to speak with Spitfire?" Fluttershy explained as the stallion browsed through a list of appointments.

"It doesn't look like she hasn't made any appointments as of yet" the stallion informed her.

"She made a call this morning" Fluttershy explained.

"Oh, then that explains why it isn't on the schedule. Give me a moment and I'll call her" the stallion said as he scooted over to a phone next to his computer.

After a brief conversation with Spitfire, the stallion gave a nod and hung the phone up, casting a glance over at Fluttershy.

"Okay she said to go ahead and send you to her office, her office number is B-412 on the second floor" he explained.

"Thank you" Fluttershy smiled and nodded as she left he front desk and headed to the elevator.

Arriving at the second floor, Fluttershy stepped out of the elevator and made her way down the hall until she found the room the stallion had told her about. She could hear Walter and Spitfire's voices behind the door conversing with one another, having small talk and what not. After Fluttershy knocked on the door, their voices cut off.

"Come in!" Spitfire called out.

Fluttershy slowly stepped into the office, casting a relieved glance over at Walter who seemed relatively fine, despite having only a Equestrian flag to cover him.

"Walter, I'm so glad you're okay. We've been worried about you all morning" Fluttershy said as she walked over and handed Walter some of his clothes.

"Oh thank Celestia, real clothes" Walter sighed in relief, taking the clean apparel in one hand while he held the flag closed with the other.

"You can get changed in the bathroom across from my office" Spitfire said as Walter immediately stood up and stepped out of the office, heading to the bathroom across the hall.

"Thank fucking Celestia, actual clothes!" I hummed in celebration as I dropped the flag to my ankles as soon as the bathroom door was locked.

I quickly pulled on my underwear, then threw on the black t-shirt and denim jeans. I guess she forgot my shoes but that doesn't matter, I got the essentials covered and that's all that matters. I washed my face in the bathroom sink, cleaning the crusty gunk out from the corners of my eyes before finally giving myself a brief look over in the mirror.

As I stared myself in the mirror, I could've sworn that the white of my eyes were dark yellow, and my irises were blood red instead of brown. I froze, staring at the unfamiliar eyes that stared back, my skin had turned pale, and to put icing on this freaky cake a creepy grin spread across my face. I quickly shook my head, splashing more water onto my face before glancing back up at my reflection. It was normal now.

"Fucking hell..." I sighed, figuring my brain was still recovering from the hangover and I was just seeing stuff.

After drying my face off with some paper towel, I straighten my posture and go to meet with Fluttershy in Spitfire's office, more than ready to get home and relax.

I can't help but wonder though, what the fuck happened last night?

Author's Notes:

This chapter is gonna be the last update for quite a bit, I'm gonna be homeless for a while so until I got things sorted out in my personal life I'll start working on Roommates again.