>You are chrome pony
>the fastest, the best and the most popular browser pony ever.
>at least that's what people tell you.
>you are sitting on the sofa wrapped up in your fluffy blanket and Spooning your favourite cushion, as you drift off to sleep.
>Master didn't use you much today, so you had nothing to do but look up things for yourself on the ponynet, videos of cats meowing, dogs chasing their tails, any mindless drone to occupy another few minutes of another boring day.
>you finally, after the 30th cat video, decide that you've had enough and try to get some sleep.
>after all, Maybe master will come back from work in a hurry and immediately need you too look up something.
>you always need to be at your best, ready for anything like a pouncing tiger!
“I'll show master, he'll come home and he'll be all like... 'Chrome! I need you to look up thermodynamic proprieties of an eggplant, there's no time to explain!' 
“And i'll jump up and be all...  'Master, i've already got that page open, nopony can beat me, i'm the best!”
“And he'll go 'Oh Chrome you are the hero of Ponyville, let me give you a big hug and a pat on the head for being such a good filly!”


>you giddiness and smile slowly fade as you think on how silly and unlikely that situation is.
>as much as you want something like that to happen it never does.
>in truth, you know how today will be.
>it'll be the same as all the other days.
>'Master will come home, get a drink, say hello then read his newspaper. Then maybe he'll use me'
“Never the less, I should stay awake and do my best to welcome master home, maybe if I show him how useful I can be, then he might want to use me...”
>you take a look round the house and see that it is less that perfect, kitchen is a bit of a mess, books aren't put away.
>by Twilight Sparkle's standard, this would be a catastrophic disaster of world ending proportions...
>so by any other, sane and rational pony's standard, it's just a light mess.
>you look at the clock on the wall.
“Master won't be home for another 4 hours, I could clean the house up for him.”
>you leap off the sofa, grab the duster and set to work instantly.
>first the living room, books away tidy, cleaned, bookshelf polished, table made
>giving the room a look down to see if you missed anything.
>even the princesses would want to stay in here now.
>you pat yourself on the back,
“Master would be pleased with this alone....”
>you place a now dirty hoof on your chin as you think
“but, if I did the whole house, then he'll differently pat me on the head, he might even want to give me a hug!”


>you blush at just the mere thought that Master would wrap his arms around you and pull you in close against his warm chest in a embrace.
>to dream you are so close to getting a hug, sends your heart fluttering and your knees weak.
>now there is no question to whether or not to clean the whole house from top to bottom.
>you yawn as you head into the kitchen.
>just cleaning that first room was a bit tiring, you hope and reassure yourself that you can get each and every room done before master comes home.
>washing the few plates that have been left out, then flying up to put them away, flying back down and putting the knifes and forks away in the drawers...
>you're yawning an awful lot, but if it's for Master you won't quit yet, you'll see this through. You want that pat on the head and to be told you are a good filly.
>by the time you get to the bathroom your eyes are closing on their own, your knees are weak and you just want to sit down.
>you yawn again and again as you scrub the glass of Master's shower screen clean and to a brilliant shine.
“*yawn* all done...”
>you tip the dirt water down the plug hole and put the cleaning fluids away then head downstairs to sit on the sofa.
>as you cuddle up on the sofa with your favourite cushion you look at the clock
>there is still more than a full hour to go before Master usually gets home
>staying awake as it is hard enough now, you just want to sleep.
>your coat is a dirty with dust and grime, your hair is a mess and unkempt  
>you look a right state, no way for a browser pony to look...
>no way for Master's Browser pony to look...




“*Yawn* i'll have a quick sit down then go clean up myself. My hooves are killing me.*yawn*”
>you say with yet more yawning. Beginning and ending your sentence like they where quotation marks. 
>you prop yourself up with your favourite cushion and try to stay awake as you look upon your cleaning skills.
>Even Twilight would call this obsessive, you outdid yourself ten times over at the least. 
>you smile as you rest your head on the cushion and stare at the clock on the wall.
>it's rhythmical ticking dulling all your senses.
>before you even think. the sandpony has come and gone, and you fall asleep as you sat.
>filthy coat, filthy mane, looking a mess, having no time to clean yourself.

- - - 
>you are Anon
>you have just got back from work an hour later than you normally do. 
> you have opened the front door to what you think is the wrong house.
>'it's completely spotless.' doesn't even begin to describe how clean this house is.
>there is only one messy spot.
>it's a beautiful albeit, dirty Browser pony called Chrome, who has fallen asleep on the sofa covered in what must weeks worth of mess.
>her chest softly rises and falls with her breathing as she mumbles words into the cushion she has grown rather attached to as of late, for some reason...
>”make master happy, get hug.” was about the gist of what she was saying in her sleep
>you smile and without a sound get on one knee
>as you are now eye to eye level with her, you brush her mane bangs away from her face and lean over her sleeping form
>you plant a gentle kiss on her forehead and sit there by her side on the floor stroking her mane as she sleeps.