This story is a dream story from listening to this verse (the chorus), sung to the tune Fireflies by Owl City
I'd like to make myself believe
Equestria's kind pony
Would come to me when I'm feeling tired
And snuggle me to sleep
'Cause ponies have invaded all my dreams
Here is the link to the whole song
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It is a cold winter night, and outside the air is still. Not a sound could be heard, not a chirp, not a squeak, not a peep. The song silent night came to mind and I started humming a little tune. I was under my quilt, trying my best to sleep. But the room was warm, no. It was hot. There was no ventilation nor was there a fan to speak of. It was quiet typically, a stone box. I could have opened the door, but then, just outside, in the hall, my father, uncle and their friends were there. They had come to watch the game. By now, they’d be fast asleep. Yup, asleep in the hall. They would be sprawled across the couch, easy chair and probably the rug as well. My father, uncle and their friends were heavy sleepers. And they snore rather loudly. Their snores were barely audible with the door closed. What more with the door open? No, I would not have opened the door. I wanted my peace and quiet. However, that did not solve my current problem. The room was really hot. I leaned out to open the window. Unlocking it, I slid the window open and immediately the cold air came rushing in.
“Bad idea.” I told myself as the temperature in the room plummeted. One moment I was baking and now, I feel like a Popsicle. The problem was, I had accidentally pushed the window a little hard, sending the glass to slide all the way to the other end. I looked over the bed and cursed softly. The floor was marble and my slippers were in the cupboard. My feet will be frostbitten should I step out of bed. I just lay there, unsure if it was worth getting out of bed to shut the window. After all, it was still warm, more or less, under the covers. I chose to stay. Second bad idea of the night. Soon I began to regret that decision as the warmth crept out from under the quilt. Shivering, I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep.
It was then that I heard a soft fluttering sound, like wings flapping gently. I slowly opened my eyes and look out into my room. My vision still blurry, my mind in a haze, I felt frozen solid. There stood something on four legs, canary yellow with long pink hair. I could also make out a large pair of wings as it folded neatly to the creatures side. It lifted one of its front legs and slid the window towards me, making the gap smaller. Less cold winter air now invaded my room and the chill lessened. The yellow creature walked towards me. I could hear the clopping of hooves on the marble floor. As my vision cleared up, I looked and saw a sweet, gentle pony face, looking right at me. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. The creature standing in front of me resembled something from the cartoon my little cousin made me watch. “Fluttershy?” I mumbled a question, still half asleep.
The creature giggled softly. “Why yes, it is me.” She replied in that soft gentle voice she had in the show.
“You… are… real?” I asked, not believing what I was seeing. In response, she trotted closer and pushed her muzzle just below my cheek, nuzzling me. It felt so nice, so comforting to have this pony do that to me. I brought up my hand and touched her cheek.
“Wha… what are you doing here?” I asked softly, not wanting her to leave.
“I saw your window wide open and that you were shivering, and I thought that you looked so cold.” A sweet kindness in her voice. “So I came in and closed the window and to see if you’d be okay.” She smiled as she finished telling me.
“I’d feel better if you could snuggle up with me.” I said instinctively as I yawned, still half asleep.
She giggled and answered in a soft little voice, “If you really want me to.”
“Please.” I mumbled.
I felt the quilt move slightly and the cold air bit savagely into my warm body. I shivered rather roughly. However, I then felt a weight climb into bed, and I scooted myself further in. The quilt was then pulled over me and soon what felt like legs was placed over my shoulders. I was gently pulled closer towards the yellow pony as she too slid closer. Her forelegs wrapped around my back as she pulled me close, pressing me against her soft chest. Her fur was warm and I felt her breathing gently. She gently nuzzled my cheek as I wrapped my own arms around her neck. Again I noticed how soft her fur was against the bare skin of my arms. She felt warm, so comfortably warm. I placed one leg over her hind leg, hooking the back of my knee around hers. A small gasp escaped her lips due to my actions, and if I was not mistaken, I think I saw her blush. I was tired and I didn’t think of what she might interpret from my actions, however, I didn’t really care. I felt so comfortable in Fluttershy’s embraced that I slowly drifted off to sleep. I kissed her gently on the muzzle, whispering a soft ‘Goodnight’.
Just before I slipped into unconsciousness, I felt her wing extend under the covers, over my body.
The following morning, I woke up, the room a comfortable warm. The sun shone through the curtain-less window behind me. The first thing I heard as I lay in my bed was that of my father and the chatter over the previous night’s game with my uncle and their friends. I thought back to the night before. I remembered, vaguely that Fluttershy had been in my room. However, I could not remember if she had snuggled up with me, however, I do remember a soft warm body against mine. I pushed aside the notion, claiming that it was just a wonderful dream. My reasoning that Fluttershy, a character from My Little Pony, Friendship is Magic is nothing more than a cartoon.
It was then I rolled over and noticed a long delicate canary yellow feather on my pillow. And I smiled.