Everything Has Beauty, But Not Every Pony Can See It
Night Storm laid on her bed, looking at her ceiling. She sighed, bored out of her mind. The sound of rain harshly slapping against the windows and walls told her that it was too wet to go outside, so that wasn't an option. Her stomach growled in hunger and she held it tightly, rolling onto her side.
She was so hungry that she was in her Changeling form- a very, very dangerous thing to be in in Canterlot. (And naked at that!). Night wondered how she could've let this happen. She sighed and looked out her window longingly. There was no time like the present. The Changeling walked into her kitchen and began making a salmon and avocado salad.
"This should be enough to just give me some magic back," She said, sitting on her sofa with the bowl.
It stunk and burned her nose as she smelled it; wild salmon and avocado weren't her favorite foods, but they were something to eat to give her magic. She cringed her nose every second she wasted just staring at the bowl. After about fifteen minutes, she sighed and slapped her face into the bowl, eating the salmon and avocado quickly.
She swallowed the food as fast as she could, hacking from the speed. She drank quickly from her sink, washing it down fast enough, but the after taste was still in her mouth. Night cringed and belched, holding her stomach as she walked to the bathroom. She looked in her teeth and at her fangs, flossing them with minty flavored floss and brushing them for almost five minutes. Her teeth were pearly white and clean, but she could still taste the salmon and avocado.
Night growled and clicked, and began to brush her tongue clean, spitting out the water. She looked at her tongue and sighed. It looked clean but the taste was still there. Night Storm chirped in anger, strutting back to her bed. She rolled around on her bed, still hungry.
She thought about Sword Right and how much love he radiated just by smiling. There was something wrong with him... no, something right with him, that made him so... perfect. She felt herself blush as she thought of a mate such as he, smiling. Yes, she was partly thinking of the relationship for food, but she also thought of how kind and caring he was. He seemed open minded enough to trust... at one point eventually.
Night Storm opened her locket, a picture of a Changeling mare and a filly inside. They were none other than Dawning Love and Night Storm, almost a decade prior. Night looked at her mother as her eyes watered.
"What should I do, mama? I don't know what to do," Night let tears roll down her cheeks. "Why'd you leave me? Why'd you go? I don't understand...! Why?!"
Night cried, sobbing as she hugged her locket closed. A knock on the door came, startling the Changeling. Her ears twitched, flicking back and forth. She jumped off her bed and ran into her closet, quickly putting a blanket over her.
"Hello? Night Storm? I heard crying, is everything okay?" A familiar voice came from her front door.
She whispered to herself in clicks and chirps. "No, no, please, no. Don't find me, please. Mama... what am I supposed to do? What do I do?"
A small white light came from her locket and she opened her eyes to see her mother standing before her. She smiled down at her, hisses and clicks calming the poor Changeling. Night Storm didn't know what to do. Her mother was standing right before her for the first time in almost eleven years. She jolted out and latched onto her mother's white body, crying into her naked carapace.
"Mama, why did you leave me?! Why?! Why couldn't you stay here with me and papa?! Why...?!" Night cried in her mother's glowing busty chest.
A rather large hand combed her short mane, but Night didn't notice it. Sword Right's body became more and more clear to Night Storm, but she didn't care. Sword smiled, rubbing her mane and holding her close, cooing.
"Sh, sh, it's okay, Night," Sword smiled, stroking her mane softly as she held her close.
She looked up at him, her icy blue eyes full of salty tears. She was confused to say the least, but his embrace was almost as comforting as her mother's once was. Almost.
"S-Sword Right?" She asked in a whisper, noticing her hands and hooves were black and full of holes. Her eyes would've shrunk if she hadn't been in her 'Drone form', and she was scared.
Sword Right picked her up in his arms and laid her on the bed, kneeling beside it and holding her hand while still stroking her mane, using a tissue to wipe her tears away.
"Don't worry, Night," He smiled. "I won't tell any pony."
Night didn't care if he did or didn't. She jumped from the bed and back into his arms, holding him tightly as she sobbed into his brown coat.
"I wanted to tell you, I really did, but I was so scared that you'd hate me! I was scared you wouldn't like me anymore and you're so nice, nicer than any pony I've ever met! Please... just let me hug some pony." Night cried, her sobs lost in his shirt as he hugged her closer.
"Why would I tell any pony?" Sword cooed, rubbing her carapace as her wings slightly buzzed. "You're kind and gentle, reserved and smart, why would I condemn such a good pony? Who cares if you're a Changeling? You can't help it."
"You mean... you don't care?" Night cried in between sobs.
"Nope. I've never told any secret, no matter how severe the punishment. As long as they're a good pony, I'd never tell a secret, even if it meant death," He responded, nuzzling her into his neck.
Night Storm couldn't believe it. She couldn't think of what to do and her hands wrapped around the stallion tightly as the green magic changed her into a Pegasus. The simple feeling of love, trust, and true care fueled her, filling her up until she was full. She wrapped her wings around him affectionately, nuzzling into his neck.
Sword was about to break the hug, even though she didn't want to. "How about we just stay like this?"
Storm and Sword embraced once more, hugging each other deeply. The duo stayed like that, the rain sometimes scaring the mare into the stallion's embrace even deeper. They stayed in the exact embrace all night, and well into the morning hours. In the morning, the duo had fallen asleep in the others embrace, tears evaporated from the mare's fur.
Everything Has Beauty, But Not Every Pony Can See It