The Weather Mareby BronyDash465ChaptersChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 1Misty was walking through the everfree forest on her way to an old cavern. She had found this cavern many years ago, and it was her favorite place to go. It was so quiet. There was a beautiful waterfall with flowers around it. She was almost there when the wind blew a gentle breeze that smelled of dry leaves and pumpkin spice,the smell of the autumn air. Dry leaves and sticks crackled under her hooves as she walked. She loved autumn. It was an amazing season. The beautiful colors, the warm and cool breezes, the pumpkins she got to pick and make pie with. It was beautiful to her.Her blue and green stripped scarf fluttered around her neck as the wind blowed. She smiled as the breeze came by. She slowly walked along the path, kicking a stone as she hummed a tune her mother used to sing to her. she walked closer and noticed a dirt path that branched off into another part of the forest. The path had dead flowers and a funny smell emitting from it. It was a normal path, but it looked evil. But the thing that bothered her the most was that she was sure it wasn't there before. She had walked this path thousands of times and never once noticed it there. She cautiously looked down it. It led into part of the forest that the light was scarce. She didn't like the dark. It was scary. And she was frightened easily. But she had a lantern in her saddlebag. She pulled out the lantern and hung it from her saddlebag, lighting it. She turned down the path and followed the dirt road lined with flowers that had passed on. The darkness loomed around her, but she saw a light nearby. As she walked towards the light, she looked at some of the flowers. She could swear there was something different about them, but she ignored it. She walked into an opening that had sunlight beaming down into it. It was oddly placed. In the middle of the dark path she had never seen before, just a random clearing. It was exceptionally warm and there were no leaves on the trees or ground. But there was something even weirder than that, something that urked her. A small snowflake landed on her muzzle. It was SNOWING. "Snow? How is there sno-?" She said but was cut off by a blue wisp of snow, different from the others. fluttering past her and into a black cave. It was bigger than the rest of the white snowflakes, and caught her eye easily. She entered the dark cave cautiously, hoping that the snowflake meant something.If not, she would be fearing nothing. There was a light coming from around a corner, easily visible in the dark, along with some muffled laughter and other strange noises. Misty drew closer and heard the laughter clear, along with voices. "Drink it!" She heard from somepony. Then she heard the sound of a spit take. Followed by somepony struggling. "DRINK IT!" She heard again. Misty couldn't hold back her curiosity. She picked up a rock and slowly walked into the room. There was a pegasus strapped to a chair having a chalice filled with black liquid shoved at her muzzle. The liquid bubbled and fizzed with black magic sparks. It looked like a liquid nightmare. The unicorn forcing the chalice was standing there with evil black and orange eyes. Misty threw the rock and it hit the chalice, sending the liquid flying. The Unicorn looked at Misty "How DARE you spill my brew It took me a long time to make that!" She yelled. "No matter. I will just use force." The Unicorn said looking at the pegasus with her horn charged up with swirly black magic. "No!" The pegasus yelled. Misty jumped in between them just as the Unicorn fired two spurts of magic. One of them Reflected off of Misty's lantern, the other hitting Misty in the back leg. Misty fell to the ground, barely breathing as she slowly was drained of her life. The other reflected shot hit the unicorn's horn. "GEAH!!!!" The unicorn yelled. She fell to the ground, reaching up at the air and said, One day....I will...get my revenge....and those powers!" Before falling lifeless onto the floor. The magic restraints holding the pegasus fell off and she ran to the pony who saved her. She was cold, barely a heartbeat. She was going to die. The pegasus looked down sadly at the dying pony. "I'm sorry..." She said. A massive pain washed over her. "Ah!" She grunted. She had drank a drop or two of the poison. She was dieing to. It's not to late for her... She thought to herself. She didn't want to give up what was hers. She didn't want to die, but it had to be. Her body was already doing it. She was glowing and spurts of energy flowed from her into the almost lifeless pony in front of her. Misty opened her eyes to a blinding light. She looked at the pony standing in front of her, glowing and attached to her with some weird strands of light. "What is this!? What's going on!? Who are you!?" Misty asked. The pegasus smiled faintly. "I am Mother Nature. And one of my children has saved me. But now, I must return the favor." Suddenly the white light stopped and the pegasus fell to the floor. Misty ran over and checked for heartbeat. "She's......dead...." Chapter 2Misty checked for the hundredth time, but was the same. No pulse. No breath. The cave became colder. She could see her breath as snow fluttered around the cave. The soft snowflakes floated gently around as Misty sat there in disbelief and sadness. A snowflake landed on her muzzle and she looked up. Snow was falling from the ceiling of the cave. She shivered as the cold crept on her more. 'Why is it snowing? It should be warmer in here.' She thought. Then just like that, it was warm. There was steam in the air. as the light snow melted. "Wha...what!?" She said as she scooted against the wall.She was panting in fear her heartbeat increased and a lock of her mane fell against her muzzle. A small thunderstorm formed in the cave and lightning and thunder struck near her with a pounding force. She nearly jumped out of her skin. She ran out of the cave terrified, running to the nearest town. Manehatten. I was walking down the cemented sidewalk with my roller bag following behind me. I hated traveling. It was so annoying. The long waiting to get somewhere with nothing to do. And having writers block didn't help.My agent, Checker, always choose where I went. Never me. He said it was better if he picked where we went. This time it was Manehatten. It was dirty. There was muck and trash everywhere, with the smell of rotting food running through the air and into my nostrils, causing me to scrunch my muzzle. The bugs skittered away as I walked close to them. "This city is disgusting. How am I supposed to get inspiration for writing in this place?" I asked aloud as I stepped on a roach. It crunched and squished under my hoof. I scraped my hoof on the ground to get it off, but to no avail. Suddenly the weather changed. It started raining. Hard. I looked at the dark sky in disapproval and anger. "AWW COME ON!" I shouted. I ran into the closest building. It smelled of rich chocolate and cappuccino. I looked up at the neon blue sign with white letters. The Crescent Cafe. I walked to a table and set my bag next to the chair before cautiously walking to the counter. There were only three ponies in the cafe, but I wasn't taking any chances. I was, after all, a prize winning novelist. I walked up to the counter. "Excuse me miss?" I asked the mare. Her back was turned to me talking to another co-worker. "Just a second honey." She said. "Alright." I sighed. I waited a few minutes, picking up tidbits of her conversation. "Well of course..........no I don't!.....in your dreams!......Really?" I was starting to get impatient. "Excuse me." I said again with a hint of an annoyed tone in my voice. "Hold on a minute!" She said not looking back at me. I looked at a nearby door that said, 'MANAGER' "I think I'll go speak with the manager." I said. She grunted annoyed and turned around. "What do you wa- wait a second.....are you....Rispin Windbreaker!?" She asked in awe. 'Oh great...' I thought. "Yes. That's my name." I replied. "OH MY CELESTIA! I have ALL your books!!!!" She said excitedly. "I would have never guessed." I said. "What would you like? It's on the house!" She said. "Medium iced mocha." I replied. "Yes sir! I mean uh...yes Mr. Windbreaker." She said before going to make the coffee. I walked back over to my table and slumped in the seat. It was slightly comfy, but worn down. I heard the pattering of the rain on the roof. Outside it was pouring rain. "Great." I said to myself. The mare walked over to the table with a large Iced mocha. "Sorry, only had large or small cups left." She said. I sighed. Maybe I could get something out of her I needed. "You don't happen to know where I could find an umbrella do you?" I asked. "Oh, you can borrow mine! In fact, you can have it!" She said before quickly going and getting her blue umbrella. She returned and set it on the table next to my coffee. "Thank you miss......?" I asked. "Oh! My apologies! My name is Wisp. Wisp Summersong." She said. "Well, thank you again." I said before taking a sip of the coffee and standing up. I clipped the umbrella to a hook on my bag and walked out the door into the pouring rain. Not a second after I opened the umbrella was I rammed into the side by a crying blue mare. At first I only saw my spilled coffee and broken umbrella. I grunted. "Who the buck are you to just ram into me like that!? I mean We all have places to-" I started and then noticed the other pony wasn't getting up. She sat there shivering from something other than the cold and her sobs cut through the sound of pattering rain on the cement. I walked over cautiously.The tone in my voice was gone and my anger disappeared. "Hey,you alright?" I asked. She only looked at me with tear stained eyes before digging her face into her hooves. She looked maybe 20, about my age. I held out a hoof to help her up. She looked my hoof like it was a foreign object and then looked to me. "Come on, let's get out of this rain." I said to her. She looked at me for a minute. "I don't bite." I said. She looked at me for a second or two more before cautiously taking my hoof. I pulled her to her hooves and picked up my bag. Chapter 3We hurry to my apartment where it was warm and dry. We walked inside and I put my bag on the table before grabbing two towels and hoofing one to her. She was shivering with drops of water clinging to her fur. The wind picked up outside as it began to snow. She was still scared, but she was less scared now. I felt bad for her. She looked like she had been through a lot. I covered her in the warm towel and dried my mane and tail. When I looked up, she had done the same. "Here, follow me." I said leading her into the living room. It was small room with a coffee table, two black chairs, and a black love-seat. I brought her to the love-seat and she sat down scrunched in a ball trying to get warm. I walked into the kitchen to see what Checker had pre-stocked in the apartment for me. A box of crackers, potato chips, unopened salad toppings, and a box of hot chocolate mix. "Bingo." I said grabbing the box. There was one package left. 'Guess Checker was thirsty.' I thought. I put a kettle filled with water on the stove and lit the pilot. I went back into the living room to check on her. She had calmed down now and was no longer shivering. "Are you alright?" I asked. It wasn't normal to run into a pony crying in a big city. "I'm fine." She sniffed. She wiped her nose with the towel. I almost yelled at her, but something was stopping me. She looked so fragile. Helpless. Alone. I don't understand what I did next. It was like a subconscious act. I didn't even know I was doing it until I was. I had reached over and gently hugged her.I felt her shock as I hugged her, but she returned the hug calmly. I let go of her and saw a smile on her face. The storm had calmed down and the snow had stopped. My brain tried to spark together the connection between the crazy weather and her, but I shrugged it off. "What's your name?" I asked her kindly. "Misty. And yours?" "Rispin." I said. The wind died down as she calmed more. She gently yawned. She had every reason to. It was almost 9 pm. The storm may pick back up, I couldn't just let her walk through a storm. "Hey listen, I know we just met, but you can stay the night here if you want. I wouldn't want you walking though a storm." She looked at me curiously and smiled. "Thank you." She said as the kettle on the stove started squealing. I took the copper kettle off of the stove and pouring the steamy water into a mug filled with chocolate flaky powder. The water swirled around the chocolate in the cup as I stirred it with a spoon. When I deemed it drinkable, I cautiously carried the white mug over to her. "Here, careful it's hot." I said as I hoofed her the mug. Steam rose from the milky brown liquid. "Thank you." She said kindly before taking a small sip. I smiled and went into the hall to grab a blanket and a pillow for her. I came back with a cyan blanket and a grey pillow. She had already finished her cup of hot chocolate. I took the mug from her and covered her in the blanket before hoofing her the pillow. "Thank you so much." She said with a smile. "No problem." I said. I turned off the light, leaving the light from the light posts and signs outside showing in the room. As I walked back to my room, I questioned myself. 'Why was I doing this? Why had I offered to let her stay the night? Why did I even bring her in.' I thought. Something had made me do it. Something I hadn't felt in a long tome towards another pony. Some small piece of me I thought I had gotten rid of many years ago. I felt it for her even though I had met her about an hour ago. I felt caring. I felt caring about her and making her feel better. And I hated it. Chapter 4I couldn't sleep at all. I just laid in the bed, thinking. Something about the mare caught my eye. She was....special. I tossed and turned at the thought. My gaze turned to out the window. The storm had picked up again, this time it was terrible. Some of the street lamps had been knocked over. "Oh wow..." I said. Lightning struck and the power went out. "Great." I muttered under my breath. I sighed and tried to get to sleep. That's when my door opened. Misty was standing there, tears streaming down her puffy red face glistened when the lightning struck. "R-R-Rispin?" She stuttered through her cries. "Hmm?" I said pretending to be tired. "C-can I sleep with y-you?" She asked. I looked at her shocked but not against the idea. "What?" I asked. "I-I know that i-it sounds foal-ish but....I-I'm scared..." She confessed. The look on her face made my heart flutter. 'What are you doing?!' I thought to my heart. I moved over in my bed and lifted the blanket to let her lay down. 'What are YOU doing!?!?' I thought to myself. She laid with me and was forced to be pressed against me, due to how small the bed was. She blushed. I blushed as well and hugged her. 'STOP!' My thoughts said lingering in his mind, but my heart had taken over. I cuddled with her, realizing how cold she was. She smiled and cuddled with me.The storm started to calm down. "Your the nicest pony I've met in a long time." She said smiling. I smiled and looked her in the eyes. She gazed back into mine. I was gone by then. My heart had been revived from it's cold chasm and was in full control. I smiled and slowly leaned in closer to her. She didn't even notice until she felt the heat of my breath against her muzzle. I tilted my head to the side, closing my eyes and slowly making contact with her lips. She closed her eyes and kissed me. A rush of feelings and emotions came running back to me as I pressed deeper into the kiss. She put a hoof behind my head and pushed into the kiss. I put a hoof around her waist and brought her closer, keeping the warm kiss going.The kiss was forced to be broken when we need air. We both panted as we looked at each other. "W-.....wow..." She panted. "Wow...." I replied. She cuddled with me, smiling happily. I smiled an cuddled with her. I drifted off to sleep, smiling as I knew, I had found love.
Chapter 1Misty was walking through the everfree forest on her way to an old cavern. She had found this cavern many years ago, and it was her favorite place to go. It was so quiet. There was a beautiful waterfall with flowers around it. She was almost there when the wind blew a gentle breeze that smelled of dry leaves and pumpkin spice,the smell of the autumn air. Dry leaves and sticks crackled under her hooves as she walked. She loved autumn. It was an amazing season. The beautiful colors, the warm and cool breezes, the pumpkins she got to pick and make pie with. It was beautiful to her.Her blue and green stripped scarf fluttered around her neck as the wind blowed. She smiled as the breeze came by. She slowly walked along the path, kicking a stone as she hummed a tune her mother used to sing to her. she walked closer and noticed a dirt path that branched off into another part of the forest. The path had dead flowers and a funny smell emitting from it. It was a normal path, but it looked evil. But the thing that bothered her the most was that she was sure it wasn't there before. She had walked this path thousands of times and never once noticed it there. She cautiously looked down it. It led into part of the forest that the light was scarce. She didn't like the dark. It was scary. And she was frightened easily. But she had a lantern in her saddlebag. She pulled out the lantern and hung it from her saddlebag, lighting it. She turned down the path and followed the dirt road lined with flowers that had passed on. The darkness loomed around her, but she saw a light nearby. As she walked towards the light, she looked at some of the flowers. She could swear there was something different about them, but she ignored it. She walked into an opening that had sunlight beaming down into it. It was oddly placed. In the middle of the dark path she had never seen before, just a random clearing. It was exceptionally warm and there were no leaves on the trees or ground. But there was something even weirder than that, something that urked her. A small snowflake landed on her muzzle. It was SNOWING. "Snow? How is there sno-?" She said but was cut off by a blue wisp of snow, different from the others. fluttering past her and into a black cave. It was bigger than the rest of the white snowflakes, and caught her eye easily. She entered the dark cave cautiously, hoping that the snowflake meant something.If not, she would be fearing nothing. There was a light coming from around a corner, easily visible in the dark, along with some muffled laughter and other strange noises. Misty drew closer and heard the laughter clear, along with voices. "Drink it!" She heard from somepony. Then she heard the sound of a spit take. Followed by somepony struggling. "DRINK IT!" She heard again. Misty couldn't hold back her curiosity. She picked up a rock and slowly walked into the room. There was a pegasus strapped to a chair having a chalice filled with black liquid shoved at her muzzle. The liquid bubbled and fizzed with black magic sparks. It looked like a liquid nightmare. The unicorn forcing the chalice was standing there with evil black and orange eyes. Misty threw the rock and it hit the chalice, sending the liquid flying. The Unicorn looked at Misty "How DARE you spill my brew It took me a long time to make that!" She yelled. "No matter. I will just use force." The Unicorn said looking at the pegasus with her horn charged up with swirly black magic. "No!" The pegasus yelled. Misty jumped in between them just as the Unicorn fired two spurts of magic. One of them Reflected off of Misty's lantern, the other hitting Misty in the back leg. Misty fell to the ground, barely breathing as she slowly was drained of her life. The other reflected shot hit the unicorn's horn. "GEAH!!!!" The unicorn yelled. She fell to the ground, reaching up at the air and said, One day....I will...get my revenge....and those powers!" Before falling lifeless onto the floor. The magic restraints holding the pegasus fell off and she ran to the pony who saved her. She was cold, barely a heartbeat. She was going to die. The pegasus looked down sadly at the dying pony. "I'm sorry..." She said. A massive pain washed over her. "Ah!" She grunted. She had drank a drop or two of the poison. She was dieing to. It's not to late for her... She thought to herself. She didn't want to give up what was hers. She didn't want to die, but it had to be. Her body was already doing it. She was glowing and spurts of energy flowed from her into the almost lifeless pony in front of her. Misty opened her eyes to a blinding light. She looked at the pony standing in front of her, glowing and attached to her with some weird strands of light. "What is this!? What's going on!? Who are you!?" Misty asked. The pegasus smiled faintly. "I am Mother Nature. And one of my children has saved me. But now, I must return the favor." Suddenly the white light stopped and the pegasus fell to the floor. Misty ran over and checked for heartbeat. "She's......dead...."
Chapter 2Misty checked for the hundredth time, but was the same. No pulse. No breath. The cave became colder. She could see her breath as snow fluttered around the cave. The soft snowflakes floated gently around as Misty sat there in disbelief and sadness. A snowflake landed on her muzzle and she looked up. Snow was falling from the ceiling of the cave. She shivered as the cold crept on her more. 'Why is it snowing? It should be warmer in here.' She thought. Then just like that, it was warm. There was steam in the air. as the light snow melted. "Wha...what!?" She said as she scooted against the wall.She was panting in fear her heartbeat increased and a lock of her mane fell against her muzzle. A small thunderstorm formed in the cave and lightning and thunder struck near her with a pounding force. She nearly jumped out of her skin. She ran out of the cave terrified, running to the nearest town. Manehatten. I was walking down the cemented sidewalk with my roller bag following behind me. I hated traveling. It was so annoying. The long waiting to get somewhere with nothing to do. And having writers block didn't help.My agent, Checker, always choose where I went. Never me. He said it was better if he picked where we went. This time it was Manehatten. It was dirty. There was muck and trash everywhere, with the smell of rotting food running through the air and into my nostrils, causing me to scrunch my muzzle. The bugs skittered away as I walked close to them. "This city is disgusting. How am I supposed to get inspiration for writing in this place?" I asked aloud as I stepped on a roach. It crunched and squished under my hoof. I scraped my hoof on the ground to get it off, but to no avail. Suddenly the weather changed. It started raining. Hard. I looked at the dark sky in disapproval and anger. "AWW COME ON!" I shouted. I ran into the closest building. It smelled of rich chocolate and cappuccino. I looked up at the neon blue sign with white letters. The Crescent Cafe. I walked to a table and set my bag next to the chair before cautiously walking to the counter. There were only three ponies in the cafe, but I wasn't taking any chances. I was, after all, a prize winning novelist. I walked up to the counter. "Excuse me miss?" I asked the mare. Her back was turned to me talking to another co-worker. "Just a second honey." She said. "Alright." I sighed. I waited a few minutes, picking up tidbits of her conversation. "Well of course..........no I don't!.....in your dreams!......Really?" I was starting to get impatient. "Excuse me." I said again with a hint of an annoyed tone in my voice. "Hold on a minute!" She said not looking back at me. I looked at a nearby door that said, 'MANAGER' "I think I'll go speak with the manager." I said. She grunted annoyed and turned around. "What do you wa- wait a second.....are you....Rispin Windbreaker!?" She asked in awe. 'Oh great...' I thought. "Yes. That's my name." I replied. "OH MY CELESTIA! I have ALL your books!!!!" She said excitedly. "I would have never guessed." I said. "What would you like? It's on the house!" She said. "Medium iced mocha." I replied. "Yes sir! I mean uh...yes Mr. Windbreaker." She said before going to make the coffee. I walked back over to my table and slumped in the seat. It was slightly comfy, but worn down. I heard the pattering of the rain on the roof. Outside it was pouring rain. "Great." I said to myself. The mare walked over to the table with a large Iced mocha. "Sorry, only had large or small cups left." She said. I sighed. Maybe I could get something out of her I needed. "You don't happen to know where I could find an umbrella do you?" I asked. "Oh, you can borrow mine! In fact, you can have it!" She said before quickly going and getting her blue umbrella. She returned and set it on the table next to my coffee. "Thank you miss......?" I asked. "Oh! My apologies! My name is Wisp. Wisp Summersong." She said. "Well, thank you again." I said before taking a sip of the coffee and standing up. I clipped the umbrella to a hook on my bag and walked out the door into the pouring rain. Not a second after I opened the umbrella was I rammed into the side by a crying blue mare. At first I only saw my spilled coffee and broken umbrella. I grunted. "Who the buck are you to just ram into me like that!? I mean We all have places to-" I started and then noticed the other pony wasn't getting up. She sat there shivering from something other than the cold and her sobs cut through the sound of pattering rain on the cement. I walked over cautiously.The tone in my voice was gone and my anger disappeared. "Hey,you alright?" I asked. She only looked at me with tear stained eyes before digging her face into her hooves. She looked maybe 20, about my age. I held out a hoof to help her up. She looked my hoof like it was a foreign object and then looked to me. "Come on, let's get out of this rain." I said to her. She looked at me for a minute. "I don't bite." I said. She looked at me for a second or two more before cautiously taking my hoof. I pulled her to her hooves and picked up my bag.
Chapter 3We hurry to my apartment where it was warm and dry. We walked inside and I put my bag on the table before grabbing two towels and hoofing one to her. She was shivering with drops of water clinging to her fur. The wind picked up outside as it began to snow. She was still scared, but she was less scared now. I felt bad for her. She looked like she had been through a lot. I covered her in the warm towel and dried my mane and tail. When I looked up, she had done the same. "Here, follow me." I said leading her into the living room. It was small room with a coffee table, two black chairs, and a black love-seat. I brought her to the love-seat and she sat down scrunched in a ball trying to get warm. I walked into the kitchen to see what Checker had pre-stocked in the apartment for me. A box of crackers, potato chips, unopened salad toppings, and a box of hot chocolate mix. "Bingo." I said grabbing the box. There was one package left. 'Guess Checker was thirsty.' I thought. I put a kettle filled with water on the stove and lit the pilot. I went back into the living room to check on her. She had calmed down now and was no longer shivering. "Are you alright?" I asked. It wasn't normal to run into a pony crying in a big city. "I'm fine." She sniffed. She wiped her nose with the towel. I almost yelled at her, but something was stopping me. She looked so fragile. Helpless. Alone. I don't understand what I did next. It was like a subconscious act. I didn't even know I was doing it until I was. I had reached over and gently hugged her.I felt her shock as I hugged her, but she returned the hug calmly. I let go of her and saw a smile on her face. The storm had calmed down and the snow had stopped. My brain tried to spark together the connection between the crazy weather and her, but I shrugged it off. "What's your name?" I asked her kindly. "Misty. And yours?" "Rispin." I said. The wind died down as she calmed more. She gently yawned. She had every reason to. It was almost 9 pm. The storm may pick back up, I couldn't just let her walk through a storm. "Hey listen, I know we just met, but you can stay the night here if you want. I wouldn't want you walking though a storm." She looked at me curiously and smiled. "Thank you." She said as the kettle on the stove started squealing. I took the copper kettle off of the stove and pouring the steamy water into a mug filled with chocolate flaky powder. The water swirled around the chocolate in the cup as I stirred it with a spoon. When I deemed it drinkable, I cautiously carried the white mug over to her. "Here, careful it's hot." I said as I hoofed her the mug. Steam rose from the milky brown liquid. "Thank you." She said kindly before taking a small sip. I smiled and went into the hall to grab a blanket and a pillow for her. I came back with a cyan blanket and a grey pillow. She had already finished her cup of hot chocolate. I took the mug from her and covered her in the blanket before hoofing her the pillow. "Thank you so much." She said with a smile. "No problem." I said. I turned off the light, leaving the light from the light posts and signs outside showing in the room. As I walked back to my room, I questioned myself. 'Why was I doing this? Why had I offered to let her stay the night? Why did I even bring her in.' I thought. Something had made me do it. Something I hadn't felt in a long tome towards another pony. Some small piece of me I thought I had gotten rid of many years ago. I felt it for her even though I had met her about an hour ago. I felt caring. I felt caring about her and making her feel better. And I hated it.
Chapter 4I couldn't sleep at all. I just laid in the bed, thinking. Something about the mare caught my eye. She was....special. I tossed and turned at the thought. My gaze turned to out the window. The storm had picked up again, this time it was terrible. Some of the street lamps had been knocked over. "Oh wow..." I said. Lightning struck and the power went out. "Great." I muttered under my breath. I sighed and tried to get to sleep. That's when my door opened. Misty was standing there, tears streaming down her puffy red face glistened when the lightning struck. "R-R-Rispin?" She stuttered through her cries. "Hmm?" I said pretending to be tired. "C-can I sleep with y-you?" She asked. I looked at her shocked but not against the idea. "What?" I asked. "I-I know that i-it sounds foal-ish but....I-I'm scared..." She confessed. The look on her face made my heart flutter. 'What are you doing?!' I thought to my heart. I moved over in my bed and lifted the blanket to let her lay down. 'What are YOU doing!?!?' I thought to myself. She laid with me and was forced to be pressed against me, due to how small the bed was. She blushed. I blushed as well and hugged her. 'STOP!' My thoughts said lingering in his mind, but my heart had taken over. I cuddled with her, realizing how cold she was. She smiled and cuddled with me.The storm started to calm down. "Your the nicest pony I've met in a long time." She said smiling. I smiled and looked her in the eyes. She gazed back into mine. I was gone by then. My heart had been revived from it's cold chasm and was in full control. I smiled and slowly leaned in closer to her. She didn't even notice until she felt the heat of my breath against her muzzle. I tilted my head to the side, closing my eyes and slowly making contact with her lips. She closed her eyes and kissed me. A rush of feelings and emotions came running back to me as I pressed deeper into the kiss. She put a hoof behind my head and pushed into the kiss. I put a hoof around her waist and brought her closer, keeping the warm kiss going.The kiss was forced to be broken when we need air. We both panted as we looked at each other. "W-.....wow..." She panted. "Wow...." I replied. She cuddled with me, smiling happily. I smiled an cuddled with her. I drifted off to sleep, smiling as I knew, I had found love.
