Alphabet Block was having a good day, none of the staff was doing anything stupid. That said, the mail staff really didn’t have anything to do for the time being. Once the town was opened up for visitors that was likely to change. The closest they got to any work was the reports from most of the observers, but those were a monthly event and tended to require a request for the train to come on down to pick up the outgoing mail.

The only thing of note was the fact Princess Twilight Sparkle and her friends were in town, even though he only ever saw the party at a distance. Pinkie Pie, the most random mare in Equestria, possibly the world, popped up to say a greeting before bouncing off like it was the most normal thing in the world. The fact that she was entirely without clothes didn’t bother him, especially since both the community leader and half the postal staff regularly went about town with nothing on. He supposed the ponies that went about the post office nude would only wear a postal cap and the mailbag when out deliveries around town, something that was yet to actually happen.

There wasn’t much to do around here, and that’s the way he liked it. He had worked in the postal service of Manehattan, Canterlot, and Vanhoover, all of which had been far too hectic for his liking. Every time he requested a transfer to one of Equestria’s smaller communities he was denied, usually followed up with excuses about such communities don’t really need more ponies.

This experimental community had its applications crop up at just the right time, if he had to deal with one more overly noisy and unnecessarily hectic mail complex he was going to probably end up doing something regretful. In addition to his requests to for transfer to somewhere more peaceful being denied, his attempts for personal time off were also denied. The closest thing to time off was the mandatory minimum time off for major holidays, which in the postal world is substantially less than any other profession. His mental health was definitely showing signs of falter, somewhere like this was good for his piece of mind.

Maybe if he was lucky, he could actually end up going on a date with somepony. There were definitely plenty of good looking ponies to choose from in town, especially among the mail staff. His biggest problem, he didn’t even know his sexual orientation thanks to being forced into working for as long as he did. Usually, by the time he found somepony to ask out his time was up and it was back to work. He had always been good at his job, but he just wanted a change of pace while staying in the profession. He liked being the head of the post office, seeing as he found delegation was better suited to him than the other postal positions.

He liked being in charge; it meant he didn’t have to deal with annoying superiors that want him available as much as possible. He decided to head home; literally, everyone was just lounging around. His residence wasn’t any different from the others is the residential section, and he made sure to keep it that way, the less distinct his home was the less likely he would have to deal with unwanted visits from former superiors.

After closing the door behind him when he got home, and setting all the locks to the locked position, he headed into the kitchen to find a black unicorn mare with an electric green mane and tail dancing about his kitchen in nothing but an apron.

Alphabet pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled slowly, before saying,“Night Feast, what are you doing here, again? I thought I told you that I’m not interested in your shenanigans.”

Night Feast was one of the staff for the bathhouses, the southern one to be specific, but over the past week or so she had taken to somehow getting into Alphabet’s place and making him a variety of meals without being asked. While Alphabet had found it cute the first time, the novelty had worn thin by the fourth day. The worst part of it all, when she started it was compulsory. “Ah, I know you like my meals,” said Night in a teasing voice, “and the view,” she said with a saucy grin.

“At first, yes. But now, not so much. You do this again and I’ll report you to the local guard and community leader. Are you ever going to tell me how you keep getting in here?”

“Not unless the proper conditions are met,” she said in a teasing manner.

“Fine, fine,” Alphabet took a deep breath before continuing, “if it will get you to stop breaking in, how about we go on a date this weekend. But on the condition, you don’t come into my residence without permission from this point forward. Are we clear?”

“As a bell. I made you a four-course spread this time, do try to enjoy it.”

“Okay, I guess I can do that,” said Alphabet. He hoped this didn’t go any further without his input, he really needed to figure out how this mare kept getting into his locked house, and somehow managed to do so with ingredients that were not anywhere to be found around town or in his house.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like her cooking, the first night she had blathered on about how she had worked in the diner her parents owned and operated. His problems were that this was both not expected of her from the onset and that she had decided to start doing this sort of thing without notifying anyone, to his knowledge. This was made all the more concerning that he routinely closed and locked all his doors and windows before leaving the house. Yet, without fail since the day this whole thing started, Night Feast was in his kitchen making meals just for him, she even admitted to not really knowing him the first two times. As far as he could tell, the first time was a complete accident and had something to do with Night’s general approach to things when not expected at work.

Her habit of going about naked, which he was still unsure of how to feel about, probably came from expectations at work. The novelty of a naked mare pretty much wore off on him after three days of working with some of them. That wasn’t to say she wasn’t attractive; she had a figure that was present among quite a few of the ponies in the upper societal regions of Equestria’s major cities. He couldn’t speak for Canterlot, seeing as he had only really been there for work-related reasons once or twice.

Honestly, he had no idea how to feel about an attractive mare being in his house cooking delicious meals for him. He supposed quite a few stallions would consider a highly attractive, and very naked, mare in only an apron sexy. They probably considered this sort of thing where she makes them delicious meals in addition to all that a worthwhile fantasy. But the problem Alphabet had was he was completely clueless about what he found arousing, and knew it quite well.

In a sense, he supposed this could be considered therapy, but it just wasn’t pushing any of his buttons. Was he really that clueless to what he found attractive? Or did the sight of a very attractive mare in nothing and next nothing really not interest him. Considering he had seen a few stallions going about in a similar manner and had no responses to them, he figured it was just due to his overall obliviousness to anything potentially sexy. He supposed he could be asexual, seeing as he was seemingly free of any sexual desires.

Author's Notes:

And the second of the stallions in town focus chapters is up. I have another chapter focusing on Twilight and her friends for the next chapter, and yes I plan on addressing some things that were brought up in the prior chapter that focused on them having to do with the logistics of the materials for spell nodes.

As always, you know my policies.