Night Storm sat on the bay window seat, her legs criss-crossed, her hands on her jaw. Her cold, icy eyes looked out the window, watching the rain pour down. It rained heavily, many ponies running for cover and others using umbrellas to defend themselves from the rain. The Changeling looked up at the sky, looking at the clouds.
She let out an exasperated sigh, laying down on the padded window seat, holding a clock in her hands. It was 3:17 p.m. Sword Right didn't get home until 4. She frowned. It was getting cold outside and her chitin was cold. She was bundled up in a thick fleece blanket and had a black scarf around her neck.
The rain fell from the sky, snow threatening to cascade and layer Canterlot in freezing cold ice. Night continued looking up at the clouds once more, her eyes getting wide and even more glassy. Her eyes were a dull blue color rather than a vibrant ice blue. She stood up and kept her scarf on, holding barely onto the blanket, as if she were in a trance.
Night got off the seat and opened the front door slowly. She continued to walk outside, leaving the door open. Her muzzle was pointed towards the sky as if Celestia and Luna were beckoning her forth. Night Storm walked slowly, a hoof step every two seconds, her bare hooves getting wet in the slush of the dirt, grass, and pooling rainwater.
She continued to walk, letting the blanket go, leaving herself in a scarf and blue pajamas she'd slept in the previous night. She wasn't going anywhere in particular, she just walked. Ponies passed her by as if she was just another pony that looked like a Changeling. Others thought she might be insane and wandered off the sanitarium grounds. And lastly, others just didn't care.
Her mane was filled with water, making it stick to her chitin. Her tail laid limply against her pajamas, like there was no bone there to keep it perky. Her blue pajamas were already soaked from the pouring rain, sticking to her shapely body exposed slightly. It pressed against her underclothes, her white panties able to be seen if one looked hard enough. One could also see her bra and more if they truly stared enough.
She walked and walked, her hooves making noises with no rhythm as she did so. Clip... clop. Clip clip... clop. Clip clop clip. At some point, she sat down in the park on the grass, in the exact middle of the park. Night rocked slightly, looking up at the sky, not even flinching when the water hit her azure blue pupils.
Night Storm didn't know how long she sat, just staring at the sky, since her consciousness wasn't even with her body. Her consciousness found herself in a white eternity. She saw everything and nothing, heard everything and nothing, tasted everything and nothing, felt everything and nothing, smelled everything and nothing, was everything and nothing.
Suddenly, a mirror was in front of her, reflecting like a normal mirror. One part of her body stuck out the most, but only for a few seconds. In the blink of an eye, she was in her body again. Her scarf and pajamas were cold and wet on her chitin, and her mane and tail were sopping wet.
But there was a sense of warmth. It felt like there was some pony touching her. No, holding her? Carrying her. She looked up to see a worried Sword Right, running towards their home with her in his arms, angry tears rushing down his expression confused face.
She didn't know what to make of it, and her eyes felt heavy, like weights her tied to her eyelashes, pulling her eyelids down. One minute she was jiggling up and down in the cold rain, and in the next she was by the bathtub in her home. There was warm water running, steam floating into the air. She wasn't wearing anything.
Sword Right picked her up and petted her mane, laying her in the water and keeping her head level. She opened her eyes and smiled at him, a slight daze present.
"What were you thinking, Night? I was so worried!" He said, hugging her suddenly.
"The rain was so... pretty. I remember walking outside and then you carried me home." She said with dizziness in her voice.
"You were outside in the rain for two hours! It's 7 o'clock! I got home and immediately went to look for you. Don't do that again." He whimpered as he began to wash her chitin, cleaning it from mud and rainwater.
"I'm so-" She was cut off by her colt friend.
"Tell me more later, after we get you nice and clean and warm, okay?" He smiled, making her relax.
She thought about how naked she was in front of Sword, but it wasn't the first time. Or the third. She probably couldn't count the times they saw the other naked. He cleaned her well and dried her off, giving her his warm fleece red pajamas that were too big but not so big that they slid off.
The two sat by the fire, drinking hot cocoa by the orange, red, and yellow flames, with the occasional green and blue flicker at the ends of the flames.
"What happened?" Sword's voice cut through Night's ears like a knife; she was tense, she knew what was happening.
She held her mug to her lips and blew gently, sipping some more cocoa before answering. She didn't look him exactly in the eye, but faced him nonetheless.
"I... I'm scared to tell you." She whimpered, biting her lip.
He scooted closer to her with a smile, holding her close. "You don't have to be scared to tell me, love."
"Well... my breasts have been swollen and achy..." She said, burying her face in his white tank top, trying not to cry.
"Okay..." He said uneasily. "Does this mean you want me to... rub them?"
She blushed less worse than he did, saying quietly, "Maybe after I tell you more."
"Okay.... Continue, please."
"I've been nauseous. And I've been peeing a lot. I've been tired and I've been changing what I make and eat." She said, biting her lip.
He didn't freeze or push her away, no, he hugged her closer and took her cocoa, setting it on the table. He hugged her into the crook of his neck, petting her mane.
"So we're having a foal, huh?" He cooed as she cried. "Don't cry, silly pants. Cry happy tears. Maybe if it's a filly, Solar Soul, and if it's a colt, Visionary Legend?"
Night was surprised. "Y-You're not mad?"
"Why would I be mad?" He smiled, looking her in the eye. "We're making a foal! It's growing inside your tummy right now!" He moved down to her slightly, barely even showing belly and kissed her pajama top. "If it's a filly, I'll be a kind but firm daddy. If it's a colt, I'll teach him how to be a stallion, but I'll be gentle too. I'll teach you to read and write and mommy will teach you how to walk and talk and we'll both raise you perfectly and love you and kiss you and so much more."
Night giggled. "You're really excited, huh?"
"Very." He grinned. "But should we...."
"Get married?" Night asked, tilting her head. "Maybe later. Before I have the foal but after we have more time together. I don't want you to marry me because you got me pregnant."
He grinned at that, standing up and opening a wooden box and pulling out a small ring, with a beautiful emerald inside. He helped her up and got down on his knee with a grin.
"Night Storm, my love, will you marry me?" He asked, looking at her. "I've been wanting to ask for a while, and if you don't-"
"Yes!" She smiled, hopping up. "Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes!"
He smiled and slid the ring on her finger, and she held it out, smiling as she saw the small emerald on the silver band. She hugged Storm and turned off the fire with her magic, pushing him to the bedroom for cuddles and sleep.