Pending OneShot

>You wake up to the faint warm breath that is caressing your neck
>A sort of pony-like figure sleeps beside you
>You weren't sure how to deal with this so you didn't move an inch
>A sudden movement in your bowels start to flustered you with a picking feeling that you must answer to
>Gazing at the mint pony, you see dried tears and a slight shiver
>You were caught in awe until the bowels called to you again
>You tried to ease out of bed with the upmost dexterity
>But alas, it was for not
>Seeing that her eyes were about to open you took this fragile chance to duck under the bed
>You heard a yawn and a couple clicks of the tongue
>Soon the pony-like thing fell asleep
>"Time slip the brown boat away", you whispered to yourself as you head to the bathroom