Mothponies are terrible roommates

>You fling open the door to your apartment and step inside, closing it behind you
>It's been a long day, and you're just glad to be home
>It's time to relax
>You make your way to the fridge and reach in to grab yourself-
>Nothing at all, apparently
>Of course
>You sigh, close the fridge, and turn to your roommate's door
>You knock quickly, trying not to sound as frustrated as you are
>"Aurelia," you call, "you here?"
>You hear a buzz and series of clicks, and the door opens
>You step inside, and it's as if you've entered another world
>It's ridiculously dark, but the light shining from behind you is enough illumination to see by
>There are flowers everywhere
>Huge white petals seem to glow as they reflect light, and the floor is littered with fresh leaves
>Strands of silk hang from the ceiling, holding up a massive cocoon that serves as a bed
>The windows have been covered with floral print curtains, explaining the darkness
>On the wall sits a poster of the Wonderbolts, which clashes horribly with the entire room
>"Hi Anon!"
>A ball of fuzz pops out from behind the door you entered from and detaches itself, landing on the floor with a poof
>The mothpony smiles at you, her compound-eyes gleaming brightly
>"Ooh, what did you want to see me about?" she squeaks happily
>"I was was just-" you begin, but she cuts you off in her excitement
>"Did you bring the light? I love looking at the light! It's really pretty and it makes me feel funny in my brain and-"
>"Aurelia."
>"Maybe we can look at it together! I love doing stuff with other ponies, but you're not really a pony but that might make it even more fun to-"
>"Aurelia!" you speak up, causing her to recoil and take a step back
>She quiets down and lowers her head sheepishly, both her ears and antenna falling flat
>"Sorry," she squeaks
>"It's fine," you sigh. "I was just going to ask you why the fridge is empty."
>She perks up again. "Oh, that? I drank everything in it."

>Your palm finds its way to your face, where it will stay for the forseeable future
>"I gathered that," you say. "Why did you drink everything in the fridge?"
>"'Cause I was thirsty," Aurelia squeaks as if it's the most obvious thing in the world
>She takes your stare as a cue to continue
>"So did you bring the light?"
>"No," you nearly growl. "Just, please replace what you drink next time, okay?"
>You think about that request for a moment
>"And I don't want the entire thing filled with nothing but juice boxes, either," you add.
>The mothpony tilts her head at you, then nods vigorously
>"Okay!"
>With no warning whatsoever, Aurelia lifts off the ground and springs towards your face
>Your arms fly up, but your vision is already filled with fluff and wings as she fwumps onto your chest
>"So can we do something together now?"
>You reach up and pry the pony off of you, holding her so her head is level with yours
>"Not now," you say. "I was hoping to relax tonight."
>"Oooh, I can do that!" Aurelia giggles
>There's a second of silence as your mind attempts to process this
>It fails
>"How?" you ask suspiciously
>Aurelia inhales deeply, fluttering her wings quickly in your arms
>"What are you-"
>Aurelia explodes into a cloud of fluff
>Dusty scales fill your vision as you drop the pony and try to breathe
>Dryness fills your throat and nose as you gasp and cough, and you blink furiously
>"What the-" you burst into another fit of coughing
>"It's a defense!" Aurelia chirps, fluttering happily inside her own cloud
>You manage to blink enough of the dust from your eyes to glare at the mothpony, but then your mind begins to work and your heart pounds
>"A defense?" you choke. "Aurelia, are you poisonous?!"
>The mothpony makes a shrugging motion. "A little?"
>"Are you insane?!" you scream, dashing from the room
>You make it three steps before your legs turn to mush and you fall to your knees
>Your mind starts to swim, and there's a buzzing in the back of your head

>You try to think
>There's got to be something you can do to stave this off
>Your pounding heart will just work whatever it is into the bloodstream faster
>You need to calm down
>Your head feels like it's full of cotton
>"You okay?" Aurielia plops down next to you
>You stare at her, unsure if you should be terrified or incredulous
>"What'd you do t'me?" you barely manage through the haze
>Aurelia giggles. "My scales confuse predators," she squeaks. "Make their heads all fuzzy and stuff."
>You blink at her, unsure if you understand the words coming out of this bughorse
>You just decide to spin until the room stops laying down
>"Sometimes they get all sleepy and relaxed," Aurelia continues, "and if I tell them things..."
>She trails off, mouth still working
>"...they...do...them..."
>A wicked smile appears on the moth thing's face
>"Hey, Anooooooon," Aurelia coos
>Your mouth makes some kind of noise without consulting your brain
>Aurelia's giggling reaches a fever pitch
>"It's hard to think, isn't it?"
>You idly wonder how words are a thing that happens
>"It's so much easier to let somepony think for you, isn't it? Then you don't have to worry about the hard stuff."
>That sounds good to you
>Do that
>Aurelia's grin is almost too wide for her mouth
>"Do you have the light?"
>The light?
>Yeah, you think you know what a light is
>One of your arms flails on the ground for a moment
>It eventually makes it's way to your pocket, where it secures a simple lighter
>You
>Aren't really sure how this thing works?
>"Ooh, ooh!" Aurelia squeaks "Do the thing! With the hand!"
>You do the thing with the hand
>You don't remember how you did the thing with the hand
>A small flame leaps up from the lighter, and Aurelia focuses on immediately
>Her features soften, her wings fanning out as her entire body relaxes
>She sits there for several minutes, during which you realize why the light is the best thing ever
>Aurelia gasps. "Wave it around a little!"
>Okay
>This will be awesome

>The flame moves around jerkily
>You think maybe your arm had something to do with it
>Aurelia follows the flame intently, her entire head moving to chase it around
>Your own eyes can't seem to stay away from the flame either
>As the fire dances, Aurelia tilts her head and brushes an antenna past your free hand
>It tickles, and your hand instinctively jerks, brushing her antenna in return
>Aurelia stops and looks from the flame to your hand and back a few times
>She lights up with an idea and she inhales in a massive gasp
>"Do that again!" she squeaks, trying to maneuver her head so she can watch the flame and touch your hand at the same time
>Your hand manages to lift itself up and grab the mothpony's antenna
>Aurelia makes a squeaking noise not unlike a little river of eeeeeeeeeeeee
>She flips over onto her back, now watching the flame upside down
>Or maybe sideways
>Spinways
>You think you'll go with that one
>Aurelia continues watching the flame as one of your arms moves by itself
>And the other one strokes Aurelia's antenna
>Wow
>Arms can do different things
>You're not sure how much time passes after this revelation
>At some point Aurelia snuggles up to you
>"Hey," she sighs dreamily
>"Rub my thorax."
>You blink and do nothing for several moments
>The light stops in it's rounds
>For some reason, this confuses and infuriates you
>You try to grab the light with both hands in an effort to make it move again
>Before you can, however, Aurelia seizes the arm and pushes it onto her belly
>Oh
>Bug belly rubs
>You can do that
>Aurelia squirms under your hand, and somehow the light starts moving again
>In moments, your hand is covered in fluffy scales
>It moves up under Aurelia's neck fluff and starts to scratch her
>She continues to eeeeeee
>You blink a few more times as both of you stare into the light
>"Are you relaxed yet, Anon?" Aurelia squeaks in your direction
>Yeah
>You think so
>"That's good, 'cause I think you're on fire."