Be Princess Celestia. However, you don't know why you are Princess Celestia in the glue fact- horsepital. And your head aches, which is no fun, you need cake. You look around your bed, and oh, hello handsome. Some slender minotaur looking stallion is reading a book in a chair by your bed. He doesn't look like a nurse, you wonder what he is doing here. Not that you're complaining. You clear your throat.

"Hello, is there something I can help you with? Although I may be indisposed at the moment."

He drops the book in shock, staring at you with wide eyes. You hope he doesn't catch a case of too formal language. He surges towards you, wrapping his arms around your neck and nuzzling just below your head. You freeze, enjoying the male attention, but desperately hoping nopony gets the wrong idea. After a few minutes, he pulls back, tears in his eyes.

"I'm glad you're alright, Sunshine. You really had me worried there."

...what? You search his face for any kind of familiarity.

"Do I know you?"

He gives you a weak smile.

"I'm your coltfriend."

What.
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The doctor mares are very patient as they explain your situation. It seems you had some sort of climatic battle with a sorcerous pod of narwhals, and got a bad case of magic dissonance when you subverted the spell they were weaving. Point is, you lost a full year's worth of memories. The doctors explain that it would be best to take some time off to recover, and linger around familiar things. Which apparently includes a hot young coltfriend. Well done, past you.

You return to your quarters to find things are not quite as you left them. Of course, you have quite a few friendship reports more than before, but that is to be expected. However, the second dresser is new, along with a kitchenette with an apron hung up nearby. One thing has your undivided attention. A delicious aroma permeates the room. Anon chuckles behind you, low and pleasant.

"I should have known you'd wake up once the cheesecake was done."

You stare at the oven and fridge in wonder. You were never able to get the hang of baking, something to do with juggling a stellar furnace and operating a small oven. But now, you can have cakes whenever you want, without the judgmental stares, ah, that is, without bothering the stallions in the castle kitchen.

"I think I'm in love."

Anon chuckles again and gives your flank a swat as he passes by you.

"That's what you said last time. Now come on, let's eat this thing."

He bends slightly to retrieve the cheesecake from the fridge, his rump jutting out impudently. You have never been so turned on.

You stare at the dark ceiling, too tense to sleep. This might have something to do with the stallion beside you under the covers. No matter what he says, you still feel weird acting...intimately with a stallion you barely know. Goodness knows you fantasized about this sort of thing enough, but Anon is so kind and real, with his own feelings. What if he figures out that you are actually a super lewd mare? Your fretting is interrupted by an arm across your neck and the firm, hot length of a stallion snuggling up against you. You let out a strangled whisper.

"Anon?"

He just murmurs sleepily and snuggles closer. Hnnngggg. You gaze down at his sleeping face, taken at how alien yet adorable it is. You smooth his hair to the side with a wisp of magic. He sighs happily. You smile gently, savoring the sweet experience. As you lay your head back on the pillow, you relax. Well done, past you.
Well done.

You wake as you often do, wet between the legs and restless. Then something pokes your hip, and you remember you aren't alone. You glance to the side, and there is Anonymous, still cute, especially with his bed head. However that doesn't answer the question of what is poking you? His arms are around your neck, his legs tangles with yours. That just leaves...

You feel very warm all of a sudden, both from blushing and -you wink- very wet. Anon stirs, gazing at you blearily. Then he sniffs and you feel deep shame. He grins.

"My, but you are having a very good morning."

You cover your face with a wing, trying to block out the embarrassment.

"It's just morning dew, it happens to all mares in the morning."

He rubs your belly, which is Not Helping. Those fingers feel sooo goooood.

"Are you saying I'm not stallion enough to get you wet?"

For added emphasis he grinds his hot length against your flank. You hold back a groan. Curse stallions and their sexiness and whimsy.

"No, you're very handsome and, oh stars and void..."

You wink again, a bonfire in your belly. But you are Princess Celestia, and you must be true to yourself.

"I just wanted our first time to be..."

Oh no, you just tipped your sunhat.

"Oh yeah, I remember that. I thought you were just trying to be romantic because I am a stallion."

Is it possible to die of embarrassment? Alas, it's probably not possible for you, alicorn that you are. He kisses your cheek.

"That's pretty cute, Sunshine. So I guess the question is, do you want breakfast, a shower, or-"

He nibbles on your ear.

"Me."

You're going to need new sheets.