Sometimes Ponies Are Beautiful. Not In Looks. Not In What They Say. Just In What They Are.
Night Storm yawned, stretching from her good night's sleep. She rolled over on her bed, bumping noses with Sword Right. At first, she was startled, but then began to recall what had happened the night before. Night Storm blushed, shaking her head a little. When she was at her worst, Sword Right was there for her. When she was sad, scared, lonely, and afraid, he never hesitated in the least to be there. Even seeing her as a Changeling, he didn't care.
The love and affection that radiated off of the stallion was warm and delicious, a lovely combo for any Changeling. Her icy eyes fluttered open and closed with a smile as her hole covered hand ghosted across his cheek. The stallion stirred slightly, opening his eyes with a smile. He wasn't even fazed by the Changeling before him. He also hadn't noticed she was naked.
"Good morning, Storm." He smiled kindly.
"M-Morning, Sword." Night Storm replied, blushing a little as she withdrew her hand. "T-Thank you for... Thank you."
"It's my pleasure," Sword Right beamed once more, standing from the bed he made the side of the bed he'd been on like a proper gentlecolt, and kept a kind and gentle upward curve of his lip.
Night Storm got off of the bed, changing into her Unicorn Form, her usual clothes in black with white suspenders now present. The cobalt mare made the rest of the bed with a slight smile, fluffing the pillows as the sheets were finished. The two locked eyes for a moment before Night looked down, tracing her right hoof on the carpet.
"Would you... like to stay for some breakfast?" Night asked, a small blush on her features.
"Sure, that would be nice. Thank you."
Night Storm led him to the kitchen, turning the stove on. She made him sit down on her comfy sofa as she cooked, also turning on the radio for him to listen while she cooked. It was on her favorite station, 55.9 All Time Classic. As she looked at the Unicorn stallion, she spoke again.
"D-Do you want a different station?"
He shook his head. "No, 55.9 is my favorite."
"It's mine too!" Night smiled, trotting over to the pantry. "Now you just sit tight and relax and I'll make some pancakes."
Without an acceptance of his disapproval, she began to cook. She got the batter and measuring cups out, a pan, and some butter. Time marched on as the radio played various well known songs, some of them sung along by the duo. Night made four perfectly round pancakes and cleaned up her mess, putting them on two plates. She looked at it in wonder before getting syrup and putting some in a pool on her plate.
"Do you want syrup?"
"I'll have it in a pool next to the pancakes." Sword smiled.
Night nodded and poured the syrup, putting the bottle away after enough was poured. She gave him a plate and held hers, dipping the pancake in the syrup and biting, dipping and biting, and so on. Sword right did the same with a smile; his wonderful smile. Once they ate their pancakes, she cleaned them up, putting them in the dishwasher. She trotted over to the stallion, sitting on the sofa.
"What to do now." She said, putting a hoof to her chin. She smiled as she thought of a good idea. "How about we go to the Canterlot Gardens?"
"Are you sure you want to go there, Night?" He asked, trying to dance around it.
Night nodded with a slight smile. "Don't be such a worry wort, Sword. Everything will be fine!"
Sword Right grudgingly nodded, the two of them trotting to the Gardens slowly down the street. The two Unicorns walked down the street, their hands deciding on their own volition to intertwine with the others. Neither had noticed the hand holding until they reached the Gardens.
"Oh, sorry, Sword." Night said, brushing her mane out of her face.
"It's okay... It was nice." He smiled, holding her hand again with another smile.
Night blushed as they continued walking into the Gardens, looking at various statues along the way, making for a perfect date. Once they had gone all around the entire Garden twice, they began walking to Sword's house.
Night noticed the hand holding once again and blushed, looking down. "Sword?"
"Yeah?"
"Is this... Is this a d-date?" Night asked, blushing even harder.
"Only if you want it to be," He smiled, holding her hand slightly tighter.
"What if I... don't want it to be a date?"
He frowned but smiled quickly. "That's okay. But I like you. I can't really tell why yet, but I know I really like you."
Night stopped with a smile, looking up at him and kissing him, then quickly recoiling. "I was hoping you'd say that, b-because I feel the same. I was hoping it was a date."
Sword grinned and pulled her into an embrace, bumping noses with her before kissing her on the lips, their shapely bodies smashed together in a loving embrace and an even more feverish kiss. They parted for breath with smiles and loving gazes at the other, a little saliva traded as dripping down their chins.
They wiped each other's chins and held hands again, beginning their walk to Sword Right's home. They were both happy and content just knowing the other loved them. Once at Sword's home, Night asked another embarrassing question.
"Does this mean I'm your mare friend?"
He replied with another question. "Does this mean I'm your colt friend?"
The duo waited three seconds and in unison spoke. "Yes!"
They ran to the other, lips crashing together in pure love. Night didn't care about food, love, or anything else. All she cared about was the handsome stallion in her embrace and passionate kiss. Sword felt the same; food, water, even air meant nothing to him if he couldn't hold the gorgeous and shapely mare before him in his kiss. He knew she was perfect in every way; from her ears to her breasts to her hips to her hooves. Storm agreed with the thought, thinking of him as excellent from ears to toned chest to hooves.
"My lovely goddess," Sword Right smiled.
"My handsome god," Night Storm smiled back, pressing herself against him lovingly.
Sometimes Ponies Are Beautiful. Not In Looks. Not In What They Say. Just In What They Are.