From Hell to Home 2

>Be Sunset
>You liked sleep
>In fact, sleep was one of your most favorite activities
>When you had lived in Canterlot castle you were known to skip a class or two and find a nice, quiet place to take a half hour nap
>...Or take pictures of Blueblood when he was taking his afternoon bath
>For years it had driven your teachers, and Princess Celestia, insane
>The sleeping thing
>You were pretty sure no one ever found out about the peephole you had made in the prince's bathroom
>Or the one in the Guard's barracks
>Or all of the ones in the stallions' bathrooms throughout the castle
>Thankfully, you had been magically skilled enough that a bit of slacking off hadn't effected your studies too much
>Trying to fuck the ambassadors sons did that
>That and your numerous and often times vicious spats with the princess
>And, all these years later, you and sleep were like peanut butter and hay
>Ninety precent of the time you could sleep anywhere, at anytime, no matter how much noise was being made
>But tonight, for some reason or another, you found yourself staring up at your ceiling at three-thirty in the morning
>An hour ago you had woken up to go to the bathroom and now you just couldn't drift back to sleep
>You had tried lying in every position you could think of, you must have flipped your pillow at least a dozen times and fluffed it so much that feathers were beginning to poke out of it and still no go
>A sigh escaped you as you wiggled in your bed
>Celestia dammit...
>You'd be as grumpy as all hell if you didn't get a full eight hours of sleep...
>And you wanted to be nice and alert for tomorrow since you were taking Anon to Rarity's boutique tomorrow so that he could get fitted for some clothes since there was no place in this city that'd have anything close to his size
>Heck, you had a feeling that no store in this STATE had anything in his size

>From a floor below you, you heard a very quiet snore
>The noise made you half-smile, half-frown as you pulled your blankets a little higher up your body
>Tomorrow would mark the third day since the giant of a guy had moved in with you
>It was... weird living with a guy
>Not weird in a bad way, but weird nonetheless
>You now had to keep your bathroom door closed at all times, and air freshener had been bought in bulk
>It wasn't all that bad though
>Anon was one heck of a guy to talk to
>He was like a big puppy; excited about everything and about as affectionate as could be
>More than once he'd pull you into a hug and spin you around like you were a rag doll
>Other times he'd just wrap his arms around you and rest his chin on top of your head, a great big, happy smile on his face
>You, being a hot-blooded young woman, couldn't help but enjoy the treatment
>Anon also didn't seem to mind whenever your hands would "accidently" brush against parts of him
>It was an added bonus that Ray seemed to like him too
>For the past day and a half your favorite lizard could be found lounging on top of Anon's head, just snoozing the day away while Anon tried his best to make himself comfortable on your couch
>Which, among many things, proved to be a problem
>Anon was a very big boy, so big that he had to lean down to go through most doorways
>While Anon himself thought that him being giant was hilarous--apparently he was an average height compares to his own humans, and had, more than once, called you "itty-bitty humans"-- your apartment did not have someone as big as him in mind
>Your couch was too small to fit him
>His feet were just a bit too big for your steps, and he had to really bend over to get anything out of the fridge
>Thankfully your toilet was just big enough for him, as was your shower, but what was of far greater concern was where Anon was going to sleep

>Your bed wasn't much bigger than your couch, and the gentlewoman in you wasn't going to make the poor guy sleep in on the floor
>Princess Twilight--ever the sis-- had offered to pay for two beds that you could put together
>She even pulled out a great big bag of bits
>Problem solved, right?
>You'd just go and get Anon something to sleep on so you'd be a good host
>Unfortunately, Anon, the big, silly puppy-man that he was, had told you not to worry about it
>He just needed some pillows and a blanket and he'd happily sleep on the floor
>He didn't want to be a bother and make you go out of the way to get him something that would crowd up your apartment
>"And besides, I've slept on a lot worse," he had told you
>You had argued against it
>Vehemently
>You weren't gonna let a guy sleep on the FLOOR, other worldly alien or not!
>If any of the girls found out you let that happen--especially Rarity-- they'd tear your tits off and stick them on your forehead!
>Twilight, oddly enough, hadn't pressed the issue at all
>She just shook her head, handed you the bag of bits, and told you to do what you wanted with the money
>And boy howdy were you
>This was more than enough to pay for your rent for a at least ten years
>...
>Still though, no matter what Anon said you should probably get a bed...
>No...
>You were GOING to get him a bed
>You didn't care what he said
>After you took him to Rarity's you were going to take some of these bits to the gold retainer a couple blocks over them to a mattress store!
>You didn't care if you needed to drag them there the whole way!

>Your brow furrowed at the thought
>It was bad enough that you let him sleep on the floor for the last two nights
>For Celestia's sake...
>You wiggled in your bed as you started to get a little fired up
>A frustrated huff escaped you
>If you weren't going to sleep before you definitely weren't going to now
>Throwing off your covers, you sat up on your bed
>Maybe a glass of warm milk might help put you to sleep...
>And you'd be able to see how Anon was doing...
>You rolled out of your bed and onto your feet
>Making sure to be quiet, you crept down the stairs and toward your little kitchen
>Reaching into a cabinet, you pulled out a small pot
>Going to your fridge, you grabbed a gallon of milk
>Pouring your milk into the pot and putting in on your stove, you set the temperature low before grabbing a coffee mug and putting it onto your counter
>You wiggled your toes against your cold linoleum floor
>You then yawned, stretching your arms out wide
>Alright...
>Time to check up on Anon...
>Wheeling around, you made your way into your livingroom
>Since it was so early in the morning--too freaking early for anyone to be up and about in your opinion-- the room was completely dark
>Thankfully, you had lived here long enough to know where pretty much everything w--
"Oof!"
>You swore under your breath as you collided with your couch
>Celestia dammit...
>Frowning, you gave your couch a light kick--which only served to hurt your big toe-- before you slowly inched forward
>Nice and easy Shimmy...
>You didn't want to fall over anything and look like a total dork...
>Boys might be watching...

>A snore very close to your left side made you freeze
>You bend over slightly, squinting in the darkness
>Just barely, you could make out Anon lying on your floor
>He was sprawled out, pillows on either side of him
"There you are..."
>Squatting down, you saw that he had tossed off his blanket
>Being very careful not to wake him, you placed a hand on his arm
>His skin was cold to the touch, and he seemed to be shivering
>You frowned
>Shit...
>You probably should have turned the temperature up a little bit...
>Blindly reaching around the giant of a man, you grabbed his blanket
>You were just about to pull it over him so you could get back to your milk when Anon's body jerked
>Hands shot up and grabbed you
>Before you could so much as yelped you were forced to the ground on top of your house guest
>"Sunset. Sunset? Is that you Sunset?" Anon whispered sleepily
>His hands reached up and cupped your face
>Though you couldn't really see it, you felt him lean down
>His hands frantically traced your face and jaw
>You could feel that Anon's body was tense
>His heart was also pounding in his chest, and you could hear him breathing a little hard
"It's me, it's me, Anon. It's me," you assured, placing a hand on his chest.
>His bare chest, you realized after a moment
"I-It's Sunset."
>Anon's fingers grazed your forehead, then his thumbs lightly brushed against your lips
>You could feel his legs brush against yours as he shifted his body
>Finally, after several more seconds, he let out a surprisingly shaky sigh

>"Good. Good..." he murmured, some of the tension leaving his body as he laid his back down on his pillow. "I was... I thought..."
>His hands left your face
>Muttering to himself, he wrapped his arms around you and held you close
>You, not knowing what the hell to do, you gave his side a pat
>Anon shivered again
"Are you alright, Anon?" you asked
>Anon said nothing for several seconds
>You twitched as you felt him bury his face into your hair
>W-Wew...
>Easy now...
>"Bad dream," he whispered, sounding like he was about to fall back to sleep. "I had a bad dream. That's it. Everything's fine."
"Are you sure?" you asked. "Because you don't sound like it..."
>Anon's body tensed for a moment or two before he somewhat relaxed again
>His breathing hitched, and you swore you heard him murmur something
>Squinting, you placed your hand back on his side and started to run your hand up and down
>Almost immediately, most of the tension left Anon's body
>His grip on you loosened, allowing you to wiggle up his body
>Alright Sunny...
>You didn't know what the hell this was about but it looked like you had a guy to calm down...
>And you might not know all that much but you knew everyone felt better after a good cuddle...
>You shimmied up and up
>You still couldn't see jack shit, but some careful--and very respectful-- touches told you that you were nearly at shoulder height
>Sweet Celestia was he--
>You froze when you nose brushed up against something
>Something that felt an awfully like a pair of lips
>...

>Oh geeze...
>You froze for a second or two to see Anon's reaction
>When Anon didn't move at all, you decided to just contiue your way upward
>Sure, your face felt a little warm, but you were able to wrap your arms around his neck and pull his face against your chest
"H-Hey, it's alright, Anon. It's okay... It was just a dream..."
>The second you did this Anon wiggled as close as physically possible to you
>Giving his head a pat, you threw his blanket over the two of you
>There...
>This wasn't so bad now was it?
>You were just lying with a guy and cuddling him so that he'd feel better
>A shirtless, giant guy who was so close to you that you could smell what shampoo he had used
>N-Nothing to make a fuss over...
>"...Sunset?"
>You jumped as Anon's voice suddenly broke the silence
"Yeah, Anon?" you asked
>Anon's fingertips grazed the small of your back
>You could also feel his legs sliding against yourr as he tried to find a more comfortable position
>"When I wake up in the morning can you..."
>Anon trailed off
>His hands moved away from your back, almost as if he were afraid of touching you
>"...Can you be real please?"
>For a second, you forgot about the fact that you could feel Anon's hot, moist breath going down your cleavage with each breath
"Be real?"
>Anon said nothing
>His grip around you slackened and he stopped moving his legs
>Blindly reaching in the darkness, one of your hands found his face
"Anon? What do you mean be real?" you asked, patting his cheek. "Of course I'll be real when you wake up tomorrow. I'll--"

>A snore filled your ears
>You paused mid sentence, just staring down at the big guy in your arms as best as you could in this dark
>Smiling softly, you nuzzled the top of Anon's head
>You may have also rubbed your tits against his face, but that was neither here nor there
>...
>Shit...
>How the heck were you going to get up and turn off your stove without waking Anon?