You groggily hit your snooze alarm for the third time, then roll back over. Why the hell are you so tired today? You got at least seven hours of sleep. Normally you work on much less than that. But, considering its 30 minutes past your normal wake up time, you better get up now or fear the wrath of Applejack at your farm job.

On the other hand... maybe feeling Applejack's wrath wouldn't be a bad thing... Feeling her pent up frustration release-

You're falling back asleep. Stop it.

You try your best to re-open your eyes and roll yourself out of bed. Moving across the floor, you bump into your bedroom door and curse under your breath. After a cold shower doesn't quite help your exhaustion, you head downstairs to make some black gold and oatmeal. Turning on the coffee pot, you hear the knock on the door. Rubbing your eyes, you whisper more swears.

"Fucking Fluttershy... Always coming so fucking early. I'm so fucking done with all this bullshit..."

Grumbling, you stomp across the floor like a child. Ripping open the door, you acknowledge your normal morning visitor.

"What? I'm way too tired for this shit today."

"O-oh, I was worried about that..." Fluttershy says meekly. "Are you feeling okay? I was worried I may have used too many of the sleeping pills."

You pause, waiting for her to elaborate, but she stares up at you innocently.

"You gave me sleeping pills."

"U-uhm. Maybe?"

You pause again, rubbing your eyes.

"Why?" you ask, way more calmly than you probably should.

"Well... uhm. Can't you see?" she asks.

You take a moment to take a look at her. She's loosely dressed in your baggy, human sized clothes. Each of her front hooves go through arm holes of a white dress shirt, while her hind legs fit through a pair of jeans.

"W-what do you think? Are cute mares wearing your clothes your fetish?" she asks.

You stare at her, dumbfounded.

"So, you snuck into my house, drugged me, then while I couldn't remember and couldn't wake up, you took two pieces of my clothing and left."

"Yes," she says proudly, closing her eyes.

You open your mouth to say something, but decide not to. It might be a good idea to keep her innocent to the idea that she could have done much more while you were incapacitated.

"No, it's not my fetish. But. Tell you what. If you just give me my clothes back, you can tell the whole town you got into my pants."

"Why would I do that?" she asks.

"I dunno. At this point, you've been doing this so long that I assumed you've got a bet with Rainbow or something."

"U-uhm. No. I love you."

"Sure. Whatever. Give me my clothes back."

She stares at you for a second. Then, she turns tail and gallops away. You look down at yourself, wearing only a t-shirt and boxers.

"Damn it Fluttershy, those were my only pair of pants."