Flooring them all

(ya i know the title sucks, its more a less just a placeholder till i can come up with something better.)

>Be Floorbored
>Its been about a week since  you moved in and only now have you finally started to settle back in.
>The couple piles of clothes you have strewn about have finally found their optimal position.
>Your sheets have your scent thoroughly clinging to them once again and slightly strewn about from you having just awoken.
>It has also been a good 5 to 10 minutes of you staring at the door to your room.
>You are mentally preparing yourself for your voyage into foreign land, and to match wits with the two legged one.
>This is all thanks to that social worker pony's surprise drop in.
>That entire day is kind of a blur, with lots of raised voices, and you being dragged all over the place.
>The only bits you do remember is the fact you were told you would have to move.
>You kinda shut down as she was freaking out of the state of your apartment, something about a fire hazard?
>It doesn't matter in the long run, she essentially turned your life upside down with a swift boot out of your comfortable room.
>As your stuff was being moved into your new apartment you were told you wouldnt be living alone anymore.
>She had the gall to sound happy about this, she hadn't even informed you of this change.
>Apparently she had.
>Several times over the course of the day.
>You mentally chided yourself over shutting down and just going with the flow but you know it would likely happen again.
>You were also here now and there was no turning back as the moving ponies had finally left.
>The social worker pony decided to 'kindly' re-inform of the reason that your going to be living with a normie.
>You have been put into a Cultural Assimilation program, to see how well ponies and humans can live together.
>The other being that you were going to be living with was out getting some shopping done supposedly and to give you a bit of time to settle in.
>The social  worker pony had given you her number should anything crop up and to call her if you needed anything.
>You severely doubted it, unless she could somehow let you move back into your old place.
>It all went rather quickly after that, setting up your room, wandering around the currently empty apartment, and getting used to where everything is.
>Still in the throes of stressing out over how your life had been upended you hear the sound of the door thump close with a loud click after.
>You manage to pull your head out from underneath your mess of covers that you had dubbed fort-everythings-fine.
>The sounds of various things being moved about, cupboards opening and closing and another softer thump which you can only assume is the fridge being closed.
>Things quiet down a little bit after and you return to your own world for a while
> fantasizing about your dreams and what it would be like to actually be like those stacy's you see out in public when you chance a glance out your window.
>You don't know what time it is when you finally hear a soft but firm couple of knocks on your door.
>At least you think it is, but then you remember who you are, so it was probably a mistake.
>The knocks resound once again, though this time, more clearly followed by a masculine voice
>“um Hello? I just wanted to uh, greet you I guess but if your not up to it understand”
> He seems to linger by the door due to the lack of the boards softly creaking underfoot as they had when he had returned home.
>With shaking hoofs you carefully pull yourself from under the covers, taking slow and steady steps.
>Just have to say “hi” nothing more then go back to the warmth of your blanket cocoon
>As you start to slowly turn the knob at a painfully slow pace you hear a faint shift from beyond the door and a slight creak.
>On impulse you yank the door open to quickly resulting in a sore muzzle and you on your back, dazed.
>You curse yourself for your conflicting emotions.
>You wanted to make a good first impression and maybe not seem like such a freak.
>Yet, here you are, on your side dressed in only a musty hoodie you've worn for god knows how long.
>”Woah hey are you ok?”
>With a short shake of your head you finally lock eyes with your new roommate
> He's carefully stooped over you with concern and worry written all over his face
> “How are you feeling? Need any ice?” he brushes your bangs out of the way as he examines you closely
>Besides the slight soreness, and the feeling of wanting to curl up and die, you feel fine.
>After a couple seconds he gives a soft sigh of relief obviously content with his examination.
> “Well you seem ok, but let me know if you need anything alright?” He slowly stands up from his kneeling position with a hand out stretched
> “The name's Anon, and its a pleasure to make your acquaintance miss ?”
>You somehow manage a couple actual words as your shaking hoof meets his soft hand
>You slowly right yourself, finally standing on all three of your shaking hooves as you quickly retract your hoof from his hand.
> “M-my name's f-floorbored...” your voice trailing off into nothingness
>You stare intently at the knots in the wood that makes up the floor.
>Very interesting.
>Riveting actually.
>What a great way to introduce yourself....good job FloorBored...


>Be Anon
>You have just gotten home and unintentionally startled your new roommate into smacking their face into the door
>Your concerned gaze now rests on the mare before you as she idly pokes and prods at the floor.
>You shake your head trying to shake the fact you were unintentionally staring, out of your thought process.
> “Ah that's right, um I hope this isnt too forward but I'm planning on making something for supper”
>You say as you do your best to be upbeat and as friendly as possible
> “I'll be making enough for the both of us so your free to join me if you want. If not I'll leave it in the fridge for you”
>You do your best to give Floor Bored a warm smile, even if she wasn't looking.
> “Take your time and no pressure ok?” you say as you decide to wander back into the living room for now
>You yawn softly to yourself, your eyes rolling over to the clock above the TV.
>It read 5:30pm
>Still too early for supper just yet
>You flop down on the well worn couch, sprawling across the cushions as you stare sideways at the tv
>You knew that she would be moving in today, and while you didn't know what to expect, its still a lot.
>To know that there is now someone living in the same couple rooms as you.
>To think that outside of the other noises the other tenants made, that it wouldn't be as quiet around the apartment anymore.
>That part excited you a bit, that you wouldn't be so alone anymore.
>That maybe things could, no, would be different.
>That you would try your hardest to accommodate and be helpful and maybe make a difference.
>That maybe...you could actually make a friend that wouldn't just abandon you.
>Ok enough mulling over that depressing stuff, your being positive now, remember?
>You give a heavy sigh as you reluctantly pull yourself upright make your way to the kitchen
>It seemed silly that you spent almost 15 minutes being in your self imposed funk
>It was still early but you figure its your first time in a while 'cooking' so you should give yourself some room for error
>You pulled some of the fresh ingredients from the fridge, placing them on the counter, and pulling some plates from the cupboard
>Your plan for the night was some salad with vegetables and maybe some fruit after.
>You kind of knew what you were getting into when you chose to sign those papers
>it doesnt change how much you'll need to learn and change to better accommodate Floor Bored
>After all you just want to make a good first impression.

>Be Floor Bored
>You watch as your new weird roommate wandered off
>With an internal sigh you shuffle back into your crowded room, shutting the door behind you
>You slump down against the door, flopping onto the cold wood floor
>Your head resting on the smooth wood
>You decide on being....productive?
>You don't know if thats the right word
>All you know is that you want more room.
>You pull yourself up from the floor trotting over to one of the many boxes taking up room.
>You start to unpack more of your things that hadn't been tossed out or needed to be burned for health reasons.
>You make decent progress as you unbox your various collectables.
>Manga and Manega, Figurines in and out of boxes, posters and scrolls, along with some other things you forgot you even had prior to moving.
>Your bookshelves and shelving units were now stocked to the brim once again
>They displayed your collections perfectly, allowing all to bask in their glow.
>Meaning really only you.
>Oh well
>The next box your end up opening up is one filled with two pillows and a bunch of cases underneath
>These were something you were adamant about.
>You would not have these thrown out
>Your bodypillow and bodypillow cases displaying your husbando's
>Thankfully they decided to just get them thoroughly washed instead of burned
>You bite your lip softly as you think back to the many nights you've spent in their embrace
>......You'll save that train of thought for later tonight
>You shift that box aside to open another one
>The markings on this box looked like chicken scratch
>This was one of the few boxes you packed yourself
>For good reason too
>It contained some very intimate things
>You stared down into the box containing many dildo's of various shapes and sizes
>They were coupled with the very limited wardrobe of what you would consider 'lingerie'
>Which consisted of some pairs of thigh high's, a couple pare of panties, a blind fold
>Buried beneath all of that was a couple other more kinky things but you slowly close the box
>....Maybe a short break wouldnt be too bad..
>Your face flushes as your lay down on the floor, covering your eyes with your hooves
>You havn't even been here a day and you were already aching to touch yourself
>You feel ashamed, pathetic even
>But this is something you've felt before, and frequently at that.
>You know it will pass
>You huff loudly, chewing on your bottom lip softly as you tug one of your smaller toys free from the semi-closed box
>You slowly and quietly shimmy under your covers, tugging at them lightly as you pull them closer.
>You really need this.
>After all today has been really stressful
>You deserve at least this much....right?

>Be Anon
>Your prepping supper for you and your roommate
>Having just washed the vegetables you start by peeling the carrots
>Once thats done you begin to dice them into bite sized pieces
>You figure two whole carrots should be enough for two people right?
>You glance at your phone that has the recipe for this specific type salad
>With your eyes shut you try to think back to how your mother used to prepare salads
>You never paid too much attention in the kitchen, which you regret now, but some of it has rubbed off on you
>A small smile forms as you start to chop through the cucumber
>Soft slow tapping could be heard through the living room
>You were being a bit on the meticulous side but you felt a small bit of pride as you worked
>You haven't really cooked for anyone besides yourself
>*Clunk* The innards of the bell peppers are tossed in the garbage can as you release your foot from the pedal *Thunk *
>With the peppers now properly sliced and diced you look over to the bag of vegetables
> “hmm....might be safer to go with these” thinking aloud as you rinse off a bunch of baby tomatoes
>You toss them into a small side bowl you get to work on giving the head of lettuce a good washing
>With the lettuce peeled and the prepped ingredients ready you glance at the clock
>6:30
>You think your parents would be embarrassed by how long that took you
>Especially with how much fretting and googling you ended up doing.
>Eh whatever, you finished it and its kind of hard to fuck up a salad.
>You clean off the counter, rinse off the cutting board and stretch out your shoulders and back
>You plate the food and set it at the coffee table as it seemed more apt to be pony friendly
>With a few quick presses you put the tv onto a random channel and keep the volume low, mostly out of habit
>As you make your way over to your new roommate's door you can hear a bit of noise coming from their room
>You have your hand cocked back to rap on the door when your brain finally catches up to you
>You finally realize why maybe the rent here wasn't that great
>Your face flushes a deep crimson as a mix of muffled and not properly muffled moans emanate from behind the door.
>You pivot on your spot and quietly head back to the living room, plopping down onto your worn couch
>You shake your head softly before reaching under the coffee table, onto the small shelf, and picking up one of your controllers.
>With another couple quick presses the tv shifts from the news to a menu screen
>Its probably best that you focus on other things and not the fact your roommate is now not so subtly masturbating in her room.
>Your eyes glaze over a bit as you focus on the game at hand, some shooter you picked up a while ago.

>Its around 8:30 now as you place your controller on the coffee table, slowly prying yourself your the 'you' shaped indent in the couch
>You finished your supper a couple hours ago and put her portion in the fridge, properly wrapped to stay fresh
>Surprisingly enough it wasnt until just recently that your roommate's....activity...finally stopped
>Let's just say many a death from hell-spawn were caused by the noises in the other room.
>At this point you figured it might be pertinent to clean up for the night
>Trudging over to the sink you begin your kitchen warfare against the dirt and grime of the dishes.
>After pulling the plug you look up at the clock
>You know you always make a big deal out of doing the dishes but it never takes long
>With a yawn and a soft scratch at your belly you make your way to the bathroom
>You look yourself over in the bathroom mirror, giving yourself a once over
>Shave might be needed soon, you had a little scruff, but not enough just yet
>You finish your nightly bathroom routine as you head to your room
>You stop just short of closing your door as a couple of thoughts bounce around in your head
>Your worried about Floor Bored
>She hasn't left her room since she arrived
>You also know it must be hard to just up and move, but you don't want to press the issue
>You figure she might just need space
>Or time
>As you draw your shirt over your head, letting it flop onto your bed, your inhuman hearing picks up something.
>...Ok so its just the fact the walls are still paper thin....a man can dream right?
>As you lower yourself against your bed you lean back, your head resting against the wall that separates your two rooms.
>.....You should just be getting ready for bed....not eavesdropping
>You begin to tussle with your inner thoughts
>After a couple minutes, and with your resolve steeled you pull your ass off your bed
>You tug your shirt over your head slide out your bedroom
>You had one last errand to run before you can crash tonight.

>Be Floor Bored
>Currently wrapped in your thick linens and clinging to your pillows
>Your face buried between two of them as you lay against your body pillow
>Quietly hoping that all of this stifles the sounds of your openly sobbing
>It didnt take long of your internal dialogue to send you into an anxious mess
>It was only shortly after that, that everything seemed to finally hit.
>With a slight sniffle and a bit of rummaging you poke your head free from the sheets
>Your tired and sore eyes lazily wandering around your foreign room before landing on your pc screen
>It read 2:35am
>Guess you must have dozed off at some point during your emotional break down
>Nothing new you guess..
>You right yourself as you slink off the bed, slowly tottering your way to your computer
>Your hoof shaking the pony modified mouse to wake the mechanical beast from its slumber
>Punching in your login info and setting things in motion you lazily make your way to your bedroom door
>You a soft tug and a gentle nudge you pry the old door from its resting place
>Only to stumble over something and land face first into the adjacent wall
>What the fuck was laying in front of your door? Last you checked this place was as clean as most normie housing
>Craning your neck from your now slumped form you can barely see it
>Upon righting yourself slowly and you take a closer look at the object softly bathed in the glow of your monitor
>It was a teddy bear with a now slightly crumpled note between its paws
>Why the hell was this just laying here, and in front of your door of all places!?
>With a swift kick it was sent into the adjacent wall, the letter drifting across the floor and now plainly visible
>You unfold it to the best of your ability, tired eyes lazily skimming the letter
>It wasnt very long
>All that read was “I'm sorry. I'm sure today was rough, I'll be here if you need anything. I hope you feel better soon”
>....Your eyes and head follow where you kicked the teddy bear to, feeling a pang of guilt for the pain with which you inflicted on it.
>You trot over to it, picking it up in your mouth before carefully setting it upright on your bed, sitting back and giving it a long look
>It seemed to be made of a soft brown fur, with a small red bow tie around his neck, paw pads visible on each leg and a small smile and cute button nose between his small black button eyes.
>With a soft yawn you decide to decide what to think of that later, as you casually make your way to the kitchen
>With a soft tug the electric hum of the fridge and its bright bulb were brought to life.
>Your eyes squinting and your face scrunched at the 'healthy' choices available.
>You finally land on a plated meal, wrapped in plastic wrap, figuring that was what your roommate had made tonight.
>It wasn't your first choice honestly
>Though....he had made it for you....its the least you could do, and you are hungry...
>It'll fill the void till you can actually discuss proper grocery lists with...what was his name?
>Oh...right Anon....to be fair today has been kind of a blur..



>Continue to be Floor Bored
>It is now around 8:00 am
>The food Anon had made last night had filled you for quite a while, and it wasn't completely awful
>Though you were getting hungry again at this point, leading to you venturing from your new residence
>You had left your room, carefully peering from just a crack in your door, before daring to slowly make your way into the unknown
>After your break down earlier everything felt foreign once more, as though you weren't meant to even be here
>So you figured you'd do your best to stay out of your roommate's way
>You quietly and shakily made your way back into the kitchen area
>You began your search for noms.
>You had scavenged the cupboards high and low.....mostly just low for fear of making a mess
>To your luck you stumbled upon a small treasure trove
>A small package, at the back of one of the cupboards, of spicy instant noodles
>You had uttered a small prayer to whatever gods of neetdom exist before prepping one for consumption
>Once it was ready and you were carefully tucked away in your room, you returned to your task at hand
>Playing pc games and flaming the morons in said games.
>That was one of your other main vices you picked up from earth
>You played a variety of them, ranging from shooters to moba's and anything in between.
>It started as a way to kill time but slowly evolved as you needed more to sate your need for entertainment
>That and you needed something else to break up the masturbation sessions so you wouldnt rub yourself raw
>You slurped down some of your spicy delicacy
>Your weary eyes scanning the chat log as you thought about what you were going to do at this point
>This MMO has become your flavor of the month currently and it was taking up most of your time
>While catching up due to some lost time was important you were wondering currently if a break might be needed
>...
>While a final tap of the enter key your gaze drifts to the pixelated numbers at the bottom of the screen
>Some how another 2 hours had slipped through your hooves
>With a heavy sigh you leaned back in your chair, your back popping as you stretched out
>A faint click could be heard causing your ear to flicker and swivel towards the noise.
>Huh guess Anon must be up
>You had put off thinking about the stuffed animal Anon had left you
>With a lazy push you swivel your chair to look at it, propped up on your bed still
>You silently grind your teeth
>You would really rather not leave your room, at least not right now, or not for a while.
>But
>There was always a but with these things.....heh butt
>Bad Floor focus!
>You feel like you should say something to him especially after all the effort he went through for you yesterday
>If you didn't you would only make yourself feel worse
>And quite frankly you'd rather avoid any more pain that you can actively prevent right now
>You apparently spent at least a good 5 to 10 minutes with your mental gymnastics
>Good job, keep this up and maybe you'll drown in your own spaghetti yet
>You slide from your chair, before squirming into a rather worn and used hoodie
>It was the only one you had
>You carefully and quietly open the door, peering around both corners as some sounds of life came from the living room/kitchen
>With soft and hesitant steps you carefully make your way to the corner that lead to the living room portion
>You look around, taking in your surroundings again as if it was the first time
>Well it was the first time during the day seeing things lit up properly by the sun
>Anon was apparently busying himself getting something from the kitchen while the tv seemed to be set to some channel on low
>You watch him for a minute or two before carefully trotting over beside the couch
>You started to stare idly at the moving shapes and noises from the tv, your eyes glazing over slightly
> “Oh you're up, did you sleep well?”
>You jump nearly a foot in the air at the sound of Anon's voice cutting through the silence and garbled tv noise
> “Gah!” your hooves fumble for purchase as you carefully right yourself so you dont tumble to the floor like some kind of fool
> “Sorry, didnt mean to startle you like that Floor Bored” He gives you a warm smile as he sits down on the couch with what you can only assume is coffee
>As your eyes dart about, anywhere but where he is, as you try to regain your composure, you settle on mumbling to yourself and staring at the floor
>After a couple of seconds you deign yourself a cautious glance up at Anon as he sips his drink
>With a couple deep breaths you finally muster up what little courage you have
> “I-I.....Just wanted...to say....t-thank you for...u-um yesterday..?” You trail off, somehow ending it as though it were a question
>....All those visual novels and dating sims have done you no good with the 3D realm it seems...
>He just gives you a small chuckle and keeps that small smile plastered to his face as you watch him from beneath your messy bangs
>This seems to be the only way you can keep any kind of eye contact without freaking out...since you know they can't see your eyes that well
> “If you meant about supper it wasn't that big of a deal, I just hope you enjoyed it” His tall and lanky form stretching an arm out as he yawns
>You gently bite your lip before forcing more of those weird noises you call words from your tightly shut heart
> “I......A-also mean't the.....u-uh.....” You huff loudly
> “Theteddybearaswellthankyou” You boy your head quickly to avoid any further eye contact


>Be Anon
>You've been watching this cute mare get flustered over herself for a little bit now
>Honestly, your just glad to see her out of her room right now
>You gently place a hand on the top of her head before giving her head a soft few scritches near her ear
>“You're very welcome Floor Bored”
>Its only after your words do you realize she seems to be shaking a bit
>You give a cautious look down at her face
>You'd say she's as red as a beet
>And as if sensing your vision on her, she scurries away, head down, nearly slamming into the wall
>As you watch her careen down the hall muttering about having something to do you wonder if you might have made some kind of social faux pas.