//------------------------------// // My Little Cuddlebug // Story: Life With a Wonderbolt // by Randomizer77 //------------------------------// We did many things together. But her favorite was curling up right next to me. Simply curling up in my embrace, and slowly falling asleep. Her name was Fleetfoot. *** *** *** I was walking back home from the nearby store when I first found her. It had snowed overnight, and the vehicles that were out on the road were driving cautiously, due to the fact that it was slightly below freezing. I waited patiently, then walked across the street when the crosswalk light signaled it was safe. The snow on the roads had been cleared, and the thin layer of snow lended everything a pleasant-to-look-at appearence. It was when I was trekking up the shortcut that led to my house that I heard her. I paused, unsure if what I heard was my imagination or not. It sounded like... someone crying. Wearily, I took a few steps in the direction the sound had come from, and I was able to confirm that it wasn't my imagination: somebody really was crying. I continued to walk towards the sound, hearing it grow louder; before long, I was right on top of it. ... ? I was right on top of the sound, but I couldn't see the source, only a bush... which could only mean... At that instant, whoever was sobbing went silent. Okay, so they were frightened. I took a few steps away from the bush, and spoke: "It's okay. Whoever's here can come out. I won't hurt you." I paused. "If you're lost, I can try to help you back home." That was enough to coax them out of hiding; I could hear their footsteps in the snow. But I was in for a surprise when I turned around. The person was in fact, not a human, but a pony. It was a female, judging by the shape of their muzzle. She had a light teal coat, a white mane, big purple eyes, and two small wings on her back. So she was a pegasus. I recognized her almost immediately. It was none other than Fleetfoot, one of the Wonderbolts from one of my favorite tv shows; My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. But she was fictional... what was she doing here? "Do you need someplace warm to stay?" I asked her. She nodded shakily. "Well I know just the place." I said calmly while scooping her up in my arms. She was probably too frightened to move, but I felt her shift in my arms to try and get closer to my warmth. I carried her all the way to my house, and in the light of my living room, finally noticed that she didn't look too good. As in she was dirty. "Would you like a nice warm bath?" I asked. Her ears cutely perked up at the word "warm", and she nodded eagerly. I led her to the bathroom and turned the bath's water temperature knob to warm. Once she was satisfied with the temperature, she climbed in, however, I left the drain unplugged. I had a different idea. I pulled up a small knob on the bath's spigot, and shortly the water began streaming out of the shower head. Pulling the shower head off of its hold, I used the warm water to clean her off, then began to soap her down. The pegasus closed her eyes and sighed softly as I cleaned her wings, and I felt her lean towards me when I began to clean her surprisingly soft mane. She was liking this, and I could understand why; there were few things quite as relaxing as a nice shower. When I washed the shampoo out of her mane, she shook her head in an adorably dog-like manner, only to blush when she realized that her action had gotten me wet. Not that I minded. Climbing out of the tub, I carefully dried her off with a towel and hair dryer, and she soon looked good as new, not to mention rather sleepy. I carried her to my bed, climbed in, and turned on my electric blanket to help ward off the cold (my furnace was currently broken, unfortunately). The light teal pegasus snuggled closer to me and quickly fell asleep, with me joining her shortly after. *** *** *** That was the very first night we had spent together. That was two-and-a-half months ago, yet it felt like it was yesterday. I wondered if she felt the same way. I smiled as she hopped up onto my bed and curled up next to me; she did it every night, yet it never lost its cuteness. I began to gently massage one of her wings, prompting her to sigh pleasantly and stretch out her legs. Did I mention how heart attack-inducingly adorable she looked? The light teal pegasus lay sprawled out next to me, with her head on my lap as I gently scratched just behind her ears, which were now turned back in pleasure, running my other hand along the gentle curve of her back, all the way to the base of her tail, which was now twitching contentedly. She looked a lot like a cat. A very happy cat. She rolled onto her back, and began to gently kick one of her hind legs when I scratched her belly. I knew it was only a reflex, but it just looked so adorable! Fleetfoot was my little cuddlebug (you should have seen her when I first gave her that pet name; she looked like she would pass out from so much blood going to her face!). She didn't have a pet name for me, but she didn't mind. Or, more accurately, she didn't care. She was already too happy to care. As night fell, she curled back up and began to doze off. "I love you, my little cuddlebug." I whispered as I shifted to under the blankets. Just before I fell asleep, I heard her whisper back: "I love you too."