/bootleg/ Blushingheart

>It's the holidays, and it's mostly come and went uneventfully.
>You've spent it alone for the last few years, just buried in the internet watching streams until your eyes hurt with the sun was blasting into your windows.
>You'd put yourself to sleep, hugging and grinding your pastel horse daikimura until release.
>This year you wanted to do something different.
>You wanted something to feel and you jumped at the chance.
>Maybe you got scammed.
>It was too good to be true.
>You were the biggest sucker on the planet right now, the reality of it would probably set in a few days.
>You could have spent your trust fund on something useful, like collage.
>Instead you went and indulged in your other 'needs'.
>Your parents would probably be ashamed of it, of your lifestyle.

>The doorbell rang, and rang again and again after you wouldn't budge.
>Ugh, having your dreams stomped out was already bad enough and now your sleep was getting another beating too.
>You weren't expecting any visitors, you don't really have any friends around that would come kidnap you and it was way too late at night.
>Guess that your holiday traditions never die.
>Finally getting up off the couch flopping over in your slippers.
>The haze of the TV still in the background you made your way to the door.
>Opening it you were met with fucking frigid breeze and a high pitched voice in the dark.
>"Hi there, is this the neighborhood of.. Mr. Anonamous?"
>You can't see anything at eye height but looking down a pony was reading off a clipboard, completely indulged on her work before noticing you.
>Rubbing your eyes you could still make out it was a orange mailmare, a pegasus dressed in uniform and shes probably another cute one at that.
>A regular sight these days after the portal opened.
>You're still on Earth, but now there's been a little bit of heaven mixed in too.
>That's right, Equestria was real and there's some that immigrated here and living in your town.
>Hard to believe they exist, or that they even wanted to come over to this side but true.
>After the shock life normalized, as much as it could after that anyways, life looks like it went back to normal.
>That sure didn't make it any easier for your tastes.

>You nod to her still half asleep.
"Yeah.. that's me"
>"Oh. Hey, it's you!"
>A bit surprised at the reaction, you just blinked.
>The weird thing is, you've never seen her before.
"Huh? Do I know you?"
>"I'm new!" she blurted out before answering your question after some awkward silence.
>"But the girls in the post office talk about this guy they said that i'll know it when I see it, and that's you! The green guy."
>What
"Uhh okay?"
>You, weren't really sure if that was an insult, or how to feel about being post office ponies gossip.
>Ask about it later, maybe.
>"Aren't y-you cold? It's freezing out."
>"Nope, I'm okay, winter coat keeps me warm!" she said without actually wearing a coat.
>She points a hoof nonchalantly "Yours is open though."
>It took a minute to get what she was talking about, you don't have a coat like ponies...
>Then you realized that you're still in your bathrobe, and got a nasty cold wind blowing right up your balls.
>That's a wakeup call.
>Fuck

>Quickly wrapping yourself with your belt and bundling the best that 1 layer and boxers can do.
>Trying to avoid some spaghetti spilling out, you quickly change the subject.
>Just thankful it's not the morning wood, or too cold.
"Ss-so what are you doing here?"
>Holding up her hoof and squinting at the numbers "Looking for an address to deliver, it's ..."
>You answered a little slower this time.
"...That's me."
>"Really?"
>"Yup" you flip on your 'porch' light and her face lights up with it.
>"Great!"
>"Soo, just mail? You know you didn't have to deli-"
>"Not this time."
>Burried in her work she flipped through some more papers quickly before jumping up "Hey that /is/ you!"
>"Well yeah that's wha-"
>"I got a package for you!"
>You were about to yawn but you perk up at that.
>Eagerly scanning the area not seeing it.
>She's already disappeared into the darkness flying up to the roof before you can ask about it.
>What the.
>Before you know it, there's a corner of a, something.
>And then the full thing
>A big crate held between her hooves!
>Your eyes go wide.

>You feel like you might have to dive out of the way with the way she dive bombed, but it came down lightly with a furious flutter of her wings.
>"Whew!"
>"Well here she is!" all it needed was some fanfare with the way she presented it with a big smile and outreached hooves.
>Sitting up after your dive, your 'porch' light catching the top of the crate and the mare delivering it to you like a winged angel.
>The crate was upright, completely inconspicuous with no signs of your powerlevel.
>You didn't know anyone that was going to send anything like this.
>It had to be it... it wasn't a scam after all!
>She coughs and snaps you out of your daydream
>You don't know how long you've been staring
"Sorry it's-"
>She had a smiling "It's okay she took a lot of time to get here but -whoa!"
>You scoop her for a hug and squeeze.
>This kind of affection was totally unprofessional, and if it was anyone besides a pony you'd probably get hit by assault charges.
>Or maybe not, the saccharine nature of ponies had rubbed off on some of even the most jaded.
>It's easy to dismiss when it's just a cartoon, but when they're living in the flesh you have to take a moment just to admire it.
>A little bit of heaven, this really was an angel.

>You'd love to do some close up 'admiring' of your own, but beyond their desirable features they were far more endurable than people gave credit for.
"Holy shit, all night?"
>"Yeah! You know the song, no rain sleet or shine er-snow, I meant snow!" catching herself and sticking her tongue out.
"You're amazing."
>"Aww im not, you're just saying that" pushing away off modestly after giving you a couple swats with her hoof.
"Really I mean it"
>She flutters up atop perches on the edge, swinging her legs and you stand yourself up and step over to it.
>"It's just what we do!" speaking with pride over being a post office worker.
>"But this one was heavier than usual though, almost felt like it weighed as much as..." tapping her hoof to her chin in a moment of thought "a pony."
>You exchange looks, or a what felt like a staring contest.
>You wore a big toothy grin to hide the hair was standing up on your neck.
>Suddenly your little feathered angel had a kind of overbearing feeling.
>A really, long. staring. contest...
>She had a blank expression, looking down on you from the top of the box.
>You can just feel it.
>You were probably being too touchy feely with the crate.
>At any moment your big secret could be revealed by an innocent girl, and it's some sweet irony who delivered it to you.
>Your own tiny pastel judge, jury and executioner.
>You retrace your steps, everything seemed to be fine but you had no way to control this.
>"But I got her here alright!" she perked up.
>Oh thank fuck
>You let out an exasperated breath and a huge weight comes off your shoulders.
>You let yourself relax and hug your arms around the box.
>It's awkward as hell, and definitely uncomfortable...
>still, you cant help but smile just envisioning the mare inside, waiting for you.
>All those lonely nights are over now.