I'm horrendous at tagging, so Sad Slice of Life is what I'll go with for now. I'll change it as the story evolves.

Night Skies is a pegasus colt (and that's stretching the definition by a good ways) who has never understood his fellow male ponies completely. Where they largely value physical exertion and competition while doing their best to show no emotional weakness, Night Skies valued expressing one's true feelings and avoided competing as to not risk hurting anypony's feelings. This, coupled with his filly physique and preference of wearing his mane long earned him endless bullying and teasing. Will Night Skies fine solstice from this endless emotional torture that seems to be chained to his life?

Author's Note: This story is very personal to me. I greatly desire feedback and any problems you find with the story please notify me and I will endeavor to correct them immediately. This story is seriously difficult for me to write as I am very much emotionally chained to it, so bare with me as updates will be periodic.