Drone Pony 9 (Short, Greentext Format)

>One night not long after her confession, PQ-1 snuggles with you in bed. Ever since she said she loved you she's found reasons to be holding onto you in some way. Once or twice she even rode on your back. "To better survey your surroundings," she'd assured you.
>This night was one of the coolest in some time. Fall was on its way out with winter fast approaching. PQ-1 was on heater mode, as a result. Holding onto your back, slowly rubbing those heated limbs across your back and neck as she hums softly, PQ-1 nuzzles you affectionately.
>You mindlessly rub your slightly chilled arms, waiting for the heat from PQ-1 to travel through you.
>"Commander," she whispers, noting your movements, "Please adjust so I may warm your front."
>You comply. It'd been a while since you'd refused PQ-1's assistance. And since her confession of sorts, you'd done so even less.
>You roll over, allowing PQ-1 to cling to your chest as you rotate again to lie on your back with her on top.
>Sighing as the warmth seeps into your chest and PQ-1 warms your arms with her hooves, you close your eyes as you relax.
>She squirms atop you for a moment, before finally lowering her head onto your chest.
>You crack an eyelid open as she rubs her head against you softly. Though you haven't told her yet, and admittedly you haven't really thought hard on it, you think you're starting to feel the way she does.
>Without thinking, you reach an arm over and idly rub her head. Fingers stroking the black plastic slowly.
>She raises her head, pointing it at you before tilting it to the side questioningly.
>You lean forward a bit and kiss her on the nose, enjoying the warm sensation on your lips despite the synthetic surface.
>When you open your eyes and look at her again, you notice a tiny red light flashing wildly inside the black plastic.
>Laughing to yourself, you lie your head back down on the pillow, and resume idly rubbing PQ-1s frame until you fall fast asleep.