You are Anonymous, and you were approved the next day, and had several more to wait before being allowed to pick up your new roomie. The doctors wanted to keep her for observation for a few more days to make sure there wouldn't be any complications. Mostly for the cracked sternum from the CPR you administered, which you felt marginally guilty for, but like Peepaw always said, if you weren't breaking ribs, you weren't pressing hard enough.

In the meantime, you settled some things in preparation for the move, like vacating your tiny apartment, which was luckily a simple matter. It was the end of the month, so rent was already up, and you had pitifully few belongings to pack. The cosmic mishap that landed you in Equestria didn't have the courtesy to grab most of your stuff, and you hadn't really scored any high paying jobs to earn a disposable income with.

Which left you with a little tied-up tablecloth to be carried over your shoulder via stick like the proverbial hobo. At least you'd still be getting your inspector's pay while staying with Floor Bored. Ms. Index was able to swing the whole thing as a business expense, which was fortunate. Didn't really like to think of helping a pony in need as a job, but you weren't about to ask Floor to support the both of you on her meager NEET budget alone, so you'd have to accept it.

And Floor Bored was shaping up to be a real sweet pony. Well, you thought so at least, even if you didn't exactly have a whole lot to go off of. You've been visiting her as much as you can, both to inform her of the new living conditions, and in the hopes of warming her up to the idea.

When you first told her, her eyes slowly widened until they were the size of dinner plates, then she dropped under her covers and refused to come out no matter how much you prompted her to do so. She had recovered some by the next visit, though you still couldn't get more then a few sounds out of her before having to leave. Eventually though, she was talking in full, if not short and sparse, sentences. You even managed to get a few giggles from the mare, which you considered a win.

And she hasn't exactly fought you on the living arrangements. She hasn't exactly agreed yet either, but considering the circumstances, this'll be the one time you take lack of verbal consent as permission to proceed.

You are a very nervous mare, currently making good use of the hospital's complimentary bedpan so that you won't pee yourself when Anon arrives to pick you up. Could you bring this with you when you left? It was much easier to use than a bottle...

No! Bad pony! Normal ponies use the potty! You will be living with Anonymous from now on! You are not going to gross him out! You are not going to make him hate you! Do it for GramGram!

"Hey Floor Bored, you ready for the-"

"Eep!"

*Splash*

"Oh shi-!"

*Crash!*

No. Please no. How could you mess up already? It wasn't even the first day yet.

As Anon rushes to your side, sidestepping to slowly spreading puddle and upturned bedpan, you can only stare down at yourself as images replay in your head. Anon coming in, seeing you mid-stream, then seeing you fall backwards into your own pee. Jolting up and getting tangled in the bed sheets, causing you to fall sideways.

Hitting the floor a split second before the pan, the sound like thunder followed by pattering rain, and lastly, Anon's expression of utter shock. You don't look back up; don't want to see that the shock has turned to revulsion.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Floor, I should have knocked or something. No, no, no, don't cry, we can clean this up. It's no big deal, just an accident is all."

Distantly, you hear the door creak open.

"Is everything alright in here? I thought I heard something."

"Uh, yeah, it's fine, just knocked something over, but I got it handled."

"Oh? I can help-"

"No! I mean, it's fine, I've got it, so you can just, uh, go."

"Really, it's no problem, it's my job-"

"I said get the fuck out!"

Both you and the mare squeak at the harsh demand, and you hear the door slam shut. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startled you, It's just, I'm sure you wouldn't have wanted the nurse to see this. Not that you should be ashamed, but accidents happen and, ah, you know, we really should clean this up."

Frozen, you can only shiver as he reaches under your front legs and picks you up. Eyes still downcast, you see him kick the sheets away from your mess before he pulls you closer. What... what is he doing? You're still covered in your own pee, and it's getting all over his nice clothes. And clothes aren't cheap.

Awe overcoming dread, you risk a glance upwards to see... Not hate, or disgust, but determination, and maybe... Care?

Be a slightly damp Anonymous. After Floor Bored's little accident, you had a lot of work to do very quickly. Being in the brittle state that she was, and seeing how she was already distressed just from you witnessing it all, you knew you couldn't let anyone else know what had happened. That's why you had taken the little mare to the bathroom first and proceeded to wipe her down the best you could with a quarter of the paper towels that the dispenser had to offer.

Then you used some foamed hand- er, hoof soap to lather up the worst of her coat and tail, a process that had her face scrunched up and blushing brighter than a tomato. But she didn't protest, giving only a squeak as you lifted her behind up to the sink to rinse her off. Another quarter of your towel supply later left you standing in the main room, surveying the mess and formulating a plan of attack.

Luckily, the blankets had avoided the worse of the golden shower, so you pushed those aside while using the last of the towels to soak up the urine. Memories of your first pet came to mind, but you pushed them away to focus on the task at hand. With the evidence flushed away, that just left an alibi, which was made with a dumped pitcher of water and some more poured down the front of your shirt. Telling the staff of your clumsy mishap, you left them to clean the cover up while you and Floor Bored made your escape with nobody the wiser.

After a taxi carriage drive spent mostly in silence left you standing before Floor's apartment complex and your new home, you finally spoke. "Sooo, crazy day, huh? And not even five-o'clock." Floor Bored simply scuffed a hoof against the pavement, not looking at you. With a sigh, you step forward, hearing the mare shuffle after you as you open the door and make your way up the pain-in-the-ass stairs. You missed your ground floor shoe box already.

Without fanfare, you enter Floor Bored's home, looking around to see it left exactly as you remembered. Dim, musky, and utterly trashed. "Hey, I'm sure it's not the first thing you want to do after finally getting home, but you think we could start to clean-" A loud slam reverberates off the walls.

Jolting, you stare at the door to your charge's bedroom to see a few chip bags gently floating back to the floor, the refuse having been sent flying by her hasty retreat. "Yeah, never mind, you're probably tired, we'll talk later." Looking at the horrible state of the room, you sigh. "I guess I'll start this myself."

Be Floor Bored. and currently under the bed. It's not like you're hiding or anything! You're just looking for your backup set of clothes. The sweater and panties you were wearing the day of the... incident were cleaned at the hospital, and smell completely off. Lavender, blegh. So you're going to let them ripen in the corner for a bit while you dress in the spares.

It sure is lucky you even have them. Being a NEET doesn't really support a multi-outfit lifestyle, but GramGram got you the sweater for Hearth's Warming a few years back, and you found the underwear outside of a business called Sexy Saddle Dancers. You had to tear the lace off of them, but that still left you a nice pair of black, only slightly frayed knickers.

You're sure Anon will appreciate not having to look at your bare body anymore. Especially after the look he definitely got of your marebits when he was cleaning you off...

You bury your face into the panties and hope it muffles your scream. You know, you forgot how comfy it was under here. So dark and secluded. All the odors and smells you've become so familiar with in your years of being a shut-in are so concentrated down here.

Mister Quiver here to keep you company. You hit the switch a few times, with no result. Darn, battery's dead... You should probably hide this better. Wouldn't want Anon finding it. Not like you ever expect him to come into your room. Or especially not under your bed. L-lewd.

Feeling your face warm, you push Mister Quiver aside and take a slow breath. Right, you aren't hiding under your bed, remember? No matter how nice it is. You are a big mare, you don't hide from nice colts. Society? Of course. But Anon isn't nearly as scary as that.

Belly-crawling back into the open with your clothes in tow, you stand and begin to suit up.

Panties: Check.

Snug? Double-check.

Sweater: Check.

Sufficiently baggy to hide grotesque body?

Hmm, could be baggier, but check.

... Now what? Looking around your room, you spot your computer, Ol' Reliable. She may not have been top of the line even when you bought her with a year's worth of savings, but she got you through the turbulent forums of PoneChan all the same. You could even watch cartoons on her with only a couple hours of buffering. Now that was a tempting idea.

Making to sit in front of your computer screen and zone out for a few hours, you realize your swivel chair isn't in it's normal spot. It's still tipped over in the middle of the room. Your mouth feels like a desert as your eyes subconsciously travel upwards. The cord to your computer mouse hangs innocently from the ceiling fan. The plaster of the ceiling is cracked and you see a gap at the base of the fan where you must have loosened it.

It looks like it just barely held that day, but it did, and if Anonymous hadn't come...You run a hoof along your throat, a phantom pain blooming with the memories. A silver glint draws your attention to the cut end of the cord where the rubber was split to reveal the cable beneath. Huh, guess using the computer was out for now. You didn't have a backup mouse, after all. Sigh...

Looks like another two months of saving. You hear a rustling sound from the living room. Great, were the mice back? Wait, no, Anonymous was still here. Right.

With a gulp, you make your way slowly to the door and place an ear to it. What is he doing out there? Listening alone isn't giving you the answer. You'll have to take a peek. Your heart's pounding before your hoof even reached the handle. What if he sees you and wants to talk? You can barely look at him after what happened earlier today. Or what if he sees you spying on him and thinks you're a creeper? He'd be gone before you could blink.

That thought has a cold pit icing over in your stomach. With a shake of the head, you steel your nerves. It's just a peek, nothing bad will happen. You could do this, Floor. Just a quick look.

Do it.

Be Anonymous, fully aware of the eyes on your back. You were getting worried that Floor Bored might try something while all alone in her room, but ten minutes later, you finally heard the door pop open. She wasn't doing anything, just staring at you through the crack, but that was better than hurting herself, so you just continued to work.

Behind you sat a large black garbage back you shoveled full of trash from the floor. You found a few under the sink, but you'll have to go out and buy more before you can gather up the rest of the garbage. One bag only fit a fifth of the room's refuse, and you only have three bags left. That'll get you to the start of the kitchenette if you really stuffed them, which you are totally doing. The first is fit to burst when you finally tied it off.

You would appreciate if Floor Bored helped, but she seems content to stare at your behind, though you can't blame her. You did have some nice glutes. All joking aside, you figure it'll be for the best to let the mare go at her own pace. It was probably strange having another person in her home, and she'll have to get comfortable with the idea before you can expect her to actually interact with you.

Tying off another bag, you stand up with a grunt and wipe the sweat from your brow. Maybe you could convince the higher-ups that an AC unit is a business expense too, since this place is as warm as it is stuffy.

Moving to the kitchen area on the other side of the room, you decide it's time for a water break... Just as soon as you find some cups. Opening all the cupboards only reveals a box of stale cornflakes, a butter knife, and a plastic funnel.

"Why a funnel? Where's the cups?" As you move your search to the drawers, you are surprised by a meek voice behind you.

"I-I only have two cups, but you can have one." Floor is standing halfway out of her room, a tall, hard-plastic cup in her shaky hoof as she holds it out to you.

"Oh, uh, thanks " you say as you walk over to her, being sure not to make any sudden moves. The little pony looks ready to bolt as it is. "You have any other dishes in there? Your cupboards are kinda bare." She opens her mouth, hoof hovering after you take the cup from it, before she simply rushes back into her room.

At first, you think she had returned to hiding, but after some clattering, she comes out and holds her full hooves up as if giving tribute. "Oh, thanks." you say, taking the proffered stack, counting two bowls and spoons, a plate, and a plain mug on top. All of which exudes the smell of spoiled milk and rotting food. "Phew, I'll just... wash these later."

The mare blushes and hunches her shoulders, making you quickly backpedal. "You know, I did the same thing when I lived alone. Why have a whole stack of plates if you were the only one who would be using them, right? Yep, just better to have a full set or two and rinse 'em as you go. That's the smart way to do it."

With an exaggerated nod, you internally breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of a tentative smile pulling at Floor's lips. Returning to the sink, you place the dishes in and grab a cup off the top. The remains of some sugary drink is solidified on the bottom, but dissolving it away with some hot water should work until you can find or buy some dish soap.

When the handle is turned, a gurgling can be heard throughout the pipes and the faucet jitters a bit before spraying a few bursts of water. A couple seconds later, the stream stabilizes and begins to warm. Okay, that didn't seem good, but you're no plumber, so you'll ignore it until it becomes a problem. You do it with your health, and you're still kicking, so you're sure it's fine.

"S-sorry I don't have anything besides water for you to drink," Floor says, rubbing her hooves together. "I, um, I didn't think I was going to need to need anymore food stuff after... you know."

"It's fine, I actually like water. Pretty much all I drink besides coffee," you respond, trying to keep the mood light. It seems to work as the little mare brightens.

"Oh? I-I like coffee too. I always buy a cup whenever I go to the convenience store for food. There's a r-really nice cappuccino machine with all sorts of flavors. I always get mocha."

"Is that so? I usually stick to just the plain kind because it's cheap and I can make it in my kitchen, but I like the fancier stuff too."

She twiddles her hooves, looking down and to the side. "M-maybe we can go get some together when we go get food l-later. You know, since there's nothing to eat here and we'd be there anyway."

Well, you were planning to go to an actual grocery store for food since you certainly weren't going to live off of junk food for your entire stay here, but you couldn't say no to a face like that. "Sounds like a plan," you answer, getting the mare to snap her eyes up to meet yours. "But it'll have to wait until after we're done cleaning up first."

Floor Bored tilts her head in confusion. "Clean? But why? It'll just get messy again later, r-right?"

You have to blink a few times at that, trying to rectify the sincerity of the question with its absurdity. "...Well, if we clean it now, and don't drop stuff on the floor later, it won't get messy again, and any mess we do make will be easier to clean up... Get it?" You can tell by her expression that she doesn't, but she nods nonetheless. With a small sigh, you fill your cup and gulp it down, wishing at the moment that it was alcohol.

You had a lot of work ahead of you.

You are a very exhausted Floor Bored. Why did you have to clean? It was sooo hard, and didn't make any sense. It was so much easier to just drop your chip bags and empty noodle cups on the floor and then pack it all down when you walked over them. Plus the carpet underneath is all slimy and Anon says he'll have to tear it out, so cleaning just made more work!

Guh, colts are as difficult as the internet said they are.

You rest your head comfortably on the garbage bag you filled, watching Anon tie off the last of his and place it with the other two. At least he sees some of the wisdom in your trash-covered floor method, taking what he can't cram into the bags and spreading it evenly throughout the room to cover the gooey carpet.

Unbidden, you smile while you watch Anon work. He is so serious as he tosses trash around, stopping every once in awhile to adjust it for optimal coverage. His wiggly hooves reaching down to push things into place.

"What are those?" you find yourself asking suddenly.

"Huh? What are what?"

On the spot and kicking yourself for distracting him, you point. "Um, th-those, your.. hooves. What are they called?"

"These? They're just hands." He gives you a sly smile and holds them up, wiggling them. "Why? You jelly?"

"N-no, I was just wondering," you answer, turning away, beginning to blush when your mind starts suggesting all the things those wiggly hands could do. No! Don't be a perv, Floor! Anon wouldn't ever touch you that way, anyway, so there's no point in thinking about it.

"Heh, well I definitely don't envy you ponies and your hooves. I can't imagine life without fingers." He surveys the room as he says this, hands on his hips. "Looks like we've done all there is to do for now. We'll need more garbage bags and some cleaning supplies before we can tackle the rest of it."

This has you looking at him again. "D-does that mean we're done? We can go get the coffee now?" In truth, you didn't like leaving the apartment before the sun was down, and that was a couple hours away, but the thought of getting coffee with Anon was strangely exciting. It was almost like a d-date...

You shiver, remembering a dating sim you played back before your computer wasn't on life support. It was really hard, but one time, you did manage to get the cute colt in it to get coffee with you. Sadly he died when you inexplicably caused the coffee shop to catch fire.

"Sure, we can go," Anon says, making his way to the door. As he passes, he pats your head, and your heart nearly skips a beat. "Hey, you coming? I actually want to walk around the neighborhood some before the sun goes down. You know, get familiar with the area and all."

"Mhmm!" Tongue-tied, you settle for running to his side as an answer, trying your best to hide your glowing face behind your shaggy mane. He simply smiles and opens the door, stepping out and starting down the hall. You lift a hoof, but it hovers over the threshold, noticing how much brighter it looked then what you were used to.

Ponies would still be out in droves at this time. You might even bump shoulders with somepony, and they'd give you a mean look. They might even yell; say you smell and that you're ugly and stupid. They'll tell you to stop making everything worse for everypony else and to just k-kill yourself. A-and, you really should. Anon wouldn't have to waste his time on you anymore, or-or-

"Hey? You coming, Floor? Daylight's burning." He waves you towards him expectantly, and you're mind begins to settle. With a smile, you step out and follow after him.

Author's Notes:

Artist is Megamartex.