Now, when he was described as 'flying' home, what was meant was 'flip flopping through the air slowly, inefficiently, and with great difficulty'. No matter his inebriation or speed, he managed to get home soon enough and completely intact. He was, however, stumped on how to get through his front door, and had to pause to consider it.

Drunk as he was, he knew that Twilight wouldn't shut up about what he and Celestia had talked about. Even though she hadn't been there, she had probably watched the entire time.

'Ugh… I'm gonna have some explaining to do tomorrow…' He thought, before being interrupted by another thought, 'She's a unicorn, stay in the house tomorrow and we'll be fine.'

Though somewhat concerned that he had a voice in his head, he paid it no heed. For one, it was on his side regarding Twilight. For 2, he had gotten the door open and was walking inside. He walked on and stumbled at the door frame. As he was on the floor, he looked around and thought that his house looked strange or different somehow.

He shook it off, and got to his feet. He stumbled his way up the stairs, not trusting his wings to carry him, and turned down the hallway that leads to his room. On some unknown impulse, he felt the need to be quiet. Apparently, his drunken side was polite and didn't want to disturb anypony. It should have known that he was in his own house and didn't need to be quiet, but he was quiet just the same.

He walked to the bed, sat on it, and went through the arduous, drunken process of getting under the sheets. He succeeded, and was out like a light in moments.

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He woke up the next day none the worse for wear. Hung-over, but he had felt worse pain before and paid it no heed. Not to say that he ignored the pain, that would be stupid. Ignoring pain is as easy as it is dangerous; he acknowledged the pain, but that is all. He did not let it affect him in any way, for what is pain to an ancient warrior like him?

No matter his state, he was far more worried about where he was, exactly. He took stock of where he was, and recognized the place from when he had lost his memories: it was Rainbow Dash's room! But, worse yet, his hooves were draped over Rainbow Dash's waist!

He felt that something really, really bad had happened last night. The last thing he could remember was saying goodnight to the princess. As to how he got in Rainbow's bed; he hadn't a clue.

In all this, he had yet to move. Waking up in Rainbow Dash's house was one thing, waking up in her bed is something else, but waking up in Rainbow's bed with Rainbow currently in it? That would cause some issues.

Unfortunately, that was the exact situation that he found himself in now.

'I knew that Rainbow Dash sleeps late, but I was drunk and came here past midnight and I still woke up before her…' he thought.

He knew that he was going to get yelled at for this, and probably teased too. So, he figured, why not get the first punch in? He certainly won't win the war, but at least he'll win the battle.

She wasn't awake, so he nudged her, after that failed; he nudged her once more but harder. She still didn't wake, which explains how he got there without waking her: she was a heavy sleeper, unless she had invited him into the bed. That thought hadn't occurred to him before. While unlikely, he wouldn't put it past Rainbow Dash to seduce a drunken him. Hell, he didn't put it past his drunken self to go with her. Either 2 things happened last night, either he was too drunk to remember which house was his; easy mistake and could've happened to anypony, or Rainbow Dash took it upon herself to give him a place to sleep for the night, with extra… incentives.

After that thought and that stunning display of deep-sleep, he decided that the best course of action would be to leave. He quietly, slowly, and carefully extricated himself from about Rainbow Dash, and just as carefully, slowly, and quietly got off of the bed and walked out the door and then down the stairs. As soon as he could, he took flight and went back to his house.

wWwWwWw

After that particularly hair-raising adventure, he went home and started to make himself breakfast. His kitchen still wasn't very well stocked but he had all of the essentials for a healthy diet. Except for protein.

'Damn these ponies and their herbivorous nature! Do they not know the joys of a succulent roast?' he thought.

Yet another down side to secretly spying on the locals. On top of being treated like a common fool, he couldn't even eat bacon! Surely that's a crime written down somewhere! Nevertheless, he continued onwards, living a bacon-less existence.

The rainbow juice was beginning to grow on him, however. Once you get past the tongue numbing spiciness, it's actually quite good.

Now, on to the agenda. 1, see if Rarity is done with his pony clothes. He still wasn't feeling 100% comfortable being naked amongst females, though you couldn't tell by looking at him. 2, visit Zecora. He had promised to visit after all, and it would be nice if she were done with the potion, even if he wasn't quite ready to become a human yet. He found that while being a pony was actually quite fun; he was beginning to miss his human body and would return to it soon. But, for now, the pony body was far too interesting and exciting for him.

And… that's it. His schedule for the day was markedly absent of anything interesting.

'Gods, I am bored.' He thought.

After his meal, his hangover had decided to leave and The Forgemaster was grateful. He could take any amount of pain unflinchingly, but no creature actually enjoys pain. That would be just stupid. However, this did nothing to relieve his boredom. After thinking for a few moments on a plan of action, he chose to do something incredibly stupid, but something that would alleviate his boredom.

He decided to go back to Rainbow Dash's house, sneak back in, get back in the bad with her, and then wait for her to wake up.

A fool-proof plan, indeed.

And so, idiotic plan in his head, he went back to Rainbow Dash's house once more. He found the house, the mare, and the room the exact same the way he had left it. He was happy that he had copied her exact floor design when he built his own home, it made it so much easier to get to where he was going. He walked into the bedroom, hooves not making a noise on the clouds underneath them, and walked to the bed.

'Evidently, she hasn't woken yet.' He thought as he stood next to her bed, looking at the mare in question.

Just as he had left the bed, he so entered it once more. Laying out right next to her, underneath the sheets, with his hooves draped about her waist, exactly as he had woken up.

Laying so, as a lover would, he waited for her to awake.