Be Your Own Kind Of Beautiful
Night Storm roused from her sleep, stretching and swinging her hooves off the bed, looking at the clock. 6:28 a.m. She smiled and quickly yet quietly walked to the kitchen, plugging the toaster in and looking at the dial. She winded it to the lowest setting and opened the cabinet, pulling out the loaf of bread.
She recalled that Sword Right liked the classics; toast, eggs, bacon, the like. She smiled as she could recall his voice and his mane, his tail and his horn, his face and his body. All made her happy with a love-dazed blush covering her cheeks as she continued to cook.
She put four pieces of toast in the four holed toaster, pushing the plunger down and opening the fridge. She pulled out strawberry jelly, also getting a knife. She stood, bending over the toaster, watching the dial tick tick tick tick as it got closer and closer to being done. Night Storm pulled the toast out, laying them on a plate and putting the jelly in the microwave. It warmed up and she opened it before it could beep and awaken her colt friend, and the jelly was warm and easy to spoon and spread. Spreading the jelly over the pieces of toast, licking her lips as she gazed upon their glorious perfection.
She whispered, "Oh, glorious Princess Celestia and lovely Princess Luna, thou hast abled me to create such a fine dish for mine colt friend. My most gracious of thanks and merriment's." She spoke with a very serious face, whispering very quietly.
She carried the plate into the bedroom and resisted the urge to eat one of the pieces. Gently, she woke up her colt friend. He stirred, smiling as he smelled the toast. He picked up a piece and ate it happily, eating a second as the mare watched.
"Do you want one?" He asked.
"You can eat them." She smiled, wiping her muzzle.
He grinned and picked up a piece of toast, opening her mouth and making her bite down on the toast. She grinned and held it up with her hands, eating it happily. They ate the toast together, Sword Right eating his three pieces faster than Night Storm, as they finished eating at the same time.
"I don't have to work today, remember?" He asked with a grin.
"I remember!" Night smiled, picking up the plate and carrying it to the kitchen.
She put it in the dishwasher and sat down in the living room, Sword walking in and sitting down with her, sighing. He smiled at her kindly hugging her tightly. Night turned to him with pursed lips.
"What are we going to do today?" She asked, tilting her head.
"Hmm," He said, rubbing his chin. "We could go to a bar."
"What's a bar like?"
"Music, ponies, food, beer," He responded.
"Who will be there?"
"My buddy Wrathful Brew is going to be there. He's there 24-7."
"Wrathful Brew? Doesn't sound like the greatest stallion...." Night said, rubbing her chin.
"He's a generally nice stallion, don't worry." Sword replied.
Night Storm nodded, stretching her arms nervously. "So when are we going?"
"Get ready and we'll go then."
"But I already am ready."
He smiled and wiped his finger across her face, red jelly on said finger. He sucked his finger with a grin. "Now you are!"
Long story short, Night Storm didn't like this bar so far. Loud, boring, dirty, just awful. Night had stuck to Sword Right's side the entire time, and they'd only been there for an hour. Sword smiled at talked to a group of other stallions and mares, leaving Night, unwillingly, alone.
She walked to the bar and got a soda, beginning to drink it silently. Some pony tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around to come face to face with a dark blue Earth Pony stallion with light blue hair. He grinned, staring at her.
"C-Can I help you?" Night stuttered, tilting her head with a frown.
"Probably. Can I buy you a drink?" He continued smirking, still staring.
"Oh, no, I already-" Night Storm began, pointing to her soda.
"One Light Lime Wire Fire, please." He cut her off with a grin, coming very close to Night. Uncomfortably close. Too close for comfort.
"B-But I don't drink-" Night continued, trying to make him leave.
"My name's Wrathful Brew. What's yours, sweetie?" Wrathful Brew grinned, raising his eyebrows.
"I-I don't r-really want-" Night bit her lip, backing her head and body away from the horny and disgusting stallion.
"Of course you don't want to stay here. Let's go to my apartment, huh, babe?" He asked, inching closer, ready to kiss her.
He fell to the ground as a brown hand came into contact with the stallion's face. Sword Right glared at him and kicked him in the stomach, picking Night Storm up bridal style. Night Storm smiled with a blush, blinking confusedly.
"This is my mare friend, dumb ass." Sword growled, kicking him once more for good measure. "You okay, Night?"
"Y-Yes," She said, blushing harder.
"We're taking our leave." Sword stated, walking out and carrying the Changeling mare home.
Once they got home, Night Storm was asleep in his arms. He carried her to bed and laid her down, tucking her in before laying down himself and falling asleep as well. The two entangled themselves in the others embrace, cuddling and hugging with little snores and drips of drool.
Be Your Own Kind Of Beautiful