Happy Birthday man.

You are named Matthew.

In one universe you had a girlfriend that was actually a pony named Lyra.

In this universe, you were still single. And you fell through a hole in the ground, which was actually a hole in the sky that led to equestria.  But that is not what this story is about.

No, more pressing matters are at hand today. Specifically, you’re birthday.  The calendar on your, still somehow functioning IPod told you it was September the 14th and now you were 27.

You were not thrilled.  You made per week roughly 150 bits. Originally you had planned to look into meeting Rainbow Dash, but Princess Celestia had seen it more fit to put you in a rather large house set out toward the end of Canterlot and more specifically encouraged you not to go too far outside of city limits due to potentially scaring the subjects, which was bullshit because she had assigned you an assistant/caretaker/Roommate.

Though to be fair she was nice and easy to get along with as far as roommates go.  Her name was Misty Rains, an independent weather arranger for private events.  The tan colored Pegasus had done everything in her power to make your stay as pleasant as possible, setting up your breakfast when you woke up and usually going on walks in the evening with you.

So it goes without saying that she had a look of concern when she found you slumped in the couch moping about

“Matthew?” she hopped up on the couch next to you, “you okay.”

“I guess.”  You mumble

She pouted and nudged your shoulder with her nose a bit “Come on…”

You groaned a bit “It’s my birthday Misty.” Confessing as you turned a little to look at her

“That bad?” she raised her eye brow

“Kind of…I don’t know I just keep thinking about how in the past year I’ve accomplished very, little.”

“Oh shush, you’ve accomplish plenty” She tells you “You have a home, you have friends” she goes on sighting a few more things.  But you kind of tune it out a bit.

Then you notice her puffing out her cheeks in frustration “hmm, we’re going out” she says hopping off, tail flicking a bit as she starts toward her bedroom “I’ll cheer you up even if it kills you”

You tilt your head as you hear rustling and rooting around in the other room.  Getting up and following the noise, you call in to the room “uh, Misty?”  You ask peering into the door before she pops out wearing a green dress as her wings flex holding her up “you and me, we’re going out.”

You shake your head “oooh no, I’m sorry misty but there is no way I can go out tonight.”

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You suck at arguing because now you’ve been squeezed into a blazer and slacks, apparently Misty put in a commission to a particular clothing designer….how exactly Misty got your measurements you’re not exactly sure how. But here you are.

A restaurant with a fancy French sounding name you can’t pronounce a table for two, nearest to the local band.

“You look good in that,” Misty compliments from across the table.

As much as you don’t want to you find you smile anyway “Thanks. That dress looks pretty nice as well”

The waiters come by and place your food in front of each of you, a salad for her and a cooked egg veggie omelet for you. You can’t say your diet is as bad these days, and you’d feel morally wrong to expect anyone to go out and kill cows solely for your own carnivorous needs… which suddenly made you wonder why they farm cows and pigs….yeah.

You both eat in silence mostly.

“Thanks” you finally break the silence.

“You’re welcome, definitely better than eating those special pizzas’s every night”

You roll your eyes a little at that “Well, they are good for ponies at the least.” You admit as you put some bits on the table, roughly 30, what ever’s left being the tip.

You both leave and start walking. The quietness lingering about, “Hey Matthew?”  She asks as you both move under the lit streets of Canterlot.

“Yeah?”

“Happy Birthday.”

You smile a tiny bit “Well…having you around makes it less bad, “admitting that made you feel a little better.

More time goes by as you both hum a tune, a slight swing in your step as you feel a little bit happier.

You both enter the house. You eagerly pull the Blazer off you; damn thing was itchier than it should have been.

Misty smiles as she spins around to hop up into you, you’re reflexes snap as you catch her with ease.  She smiles happily as she looks into your eyes “hey there~”

A smile pulls across your  lips as you hold her close  “hello there” you carry her to  couch, sitting and laying back.

“So was that okay?”  she bumps her nose on yours

“The hopping up in my arms, or taking me to dinner?”

“The dinner”  she keep looking into your eyes….you almost swear you can see something.

“I’m certainly feeling better now” you   tell her honestly, you’d definitely been  feeling happier. “I blame you”

“I can live with that.” She giggles, then sighs a little. “We’ve known each other for how long now?”

“About a year I think.” You tell her, you’re not sure how this is going.

“You ever think about…us?” Her face inches a little closer

“Well, You are my closest friend…”You’re skin is tingling now,  an almost unnoticeable gravity between you seems to be at work.

“We are very close” She admit “I’d trust you with my life” she blushes, inches separating you for just a second before your lips meet….a soft, gently kiss as her hoof move over your shoulder, a light humming from her throat before you pull back, inhaling deeply.

The silence returns, a solid minute passing before she giggles “you are too cute.”

A blush creeps across your cheek “well, you are too.”

She kisses you again “I love you” she confesses, sending tingles down to your toes.

“I love you too, Misty.” You knew it was true…You’d never been closer to anyone before even before equestria.

“So would you be my boyfriend?”

“Of course.”

She smiles as she rubs her nose to yours “good.”

And as silly and cheesy as it was, and as simple as it could be, that was probably the best birthday you’d ever had.