She Was Mine

The word 'hurricane' is a word known by everypony, and for good reason - once every five years, Princess Celestia sends one through Equestria. It only took me a week on the weather squad to realize that she was not, in fact, completely insane and/or an evil villain who wanted to destroy ponykind.

It was this reassurance that kept me high above the cumulonimbus layer, leaning against the edge of the bottommost cloud that my ever so awesome home resided on. The storm clouds boiled and churned thousands of feet below, creeping up on the town that looked nearly like a single ant from my height. Ordinarily, I never allowed my house to drift so high, as to be way over ten thousand feet off the ground, but an exception would have to be made today, unless I liked fighting for my life.

I was safe, and everypony else would be too - while pegasi often took refuge above the hundred-mile-per- hour wind and pelting rain, and all the unicorns and earth ponies would be stuck on the ground, the 'Head Honcho' had thought of that too. So, every time the big storm would sweep through, all the unicorns in Equestria would collectively pool their magic to fuel a magical shield around each home on the ground - eternal ruler and her sister included.

Of course, it was an immense effort, and the shields held up invincibly for about 20 minutes before weakening. They would still divert much of the wind and rain, but any sufficiently heavy debris could get lucky and smash through, shattering both the protection the unlucky pony's domicile once had, and likely, a window. It was all part of nature, though - some stuff had to get smashed for other stuff to renew itself, so that everything lived in harmony once more.

And believe it or not, a giant storm rolling with thunder and brutal winds did represent harmony. While the storm itself seemed scary, even from afar, and destroyed everything it could, the effect it had was enough. The clean-up effort afterwards was something that had everypony in on it, repairing their friends' homes and sheltering their special someponies while they waited for their house to be fixed. It brought ponies of all races, gender, color, and even social classes together, which was very rare. Normally, a Canterlot pony wouldn't be caught dead in Ponyville, but after the storm, they would be readily available to assist the whole town. It was a magic spell in itself.

There was no spell, sadly, to alleviate my boredom, however. As good as everything was, it wasn't quite...interesting at all from my height.

And so I turned, breaking my gaze from the storm that I knew would hit within seconds. Part of me worried for a brief second, thinking of my friends, who were stuck on the ground, but I quickly shook it off. They would be safe.

I pushed open the door slowly, stepping into my house and hardly even hearing the 'click' that signaled my door's closing. The entire place looked too empty, too bare, too...lonely.

I groaned to nopony in particular but myself, before flopping onto the couch. The perfect relaxation cushion, yet...somehow, it held so many memories. The time that I finally managed to do a double backflip onto it and almost broke it, the time I learned that hanging upside down for too long could make you dizzy, and even fall off what you were hanging on...good times. Later, I would remember this moment as 'the time I was bored'.

Then again, that wasn't exactly rare.

My thoughts began drifting, because they tended to do that in boring moments. First to the Wonderbolts - come on, what don't I have that I need? - to gravity - man, I hate it sometimes - and even to Angel, Fluttershy's pet bunny or something - he seemed to have a mind of his own, which was very odd for a rabbit bunny thing.

My mind quickly backed up to Fluttershy, and I grinned beyond my own power.

Fluttershy. Ah, where could I start? It had been about four months since everything changed, and...truth be told, I loved it. I didn't even care if some of the girls occasionally poked at me, because I hated being 'sappy', yet they said I was all the time.

But I let it go for two reasons. One: they obviously didn't realize there are two types of 'sappy'. The first one is the whole gross, 'cute' name calling, weird baby voice talking 'sappy'. And then the second is the one where you actually aren't being sappy in a way that is actually sappy. You know, you're allowed to enjoy hanging with somepony who you just like like that, who can just...pull you into a trance, and you forget what time it is, so you spend 2 hours sitting together and whispering to each other, and just staring into their eyes for so long that you're late for work by over an hour, and you almost get fired, but when you explain to your boss, she looks at you funny and just lets you off the hook.

And two: I didn't obsess over her the same way most ponies did with their special someponies.

...honest.

Despite all that, I felt my heart ache a bit as I realized she wasn't with me, and likely, she wouldn't be out and go through the weather just to see me. I mean, I could live without her...I think...but I always just felt sort of lonely when she wasn't around. I wasn't dependent, but...I guess that once I'd had a taste of the good life, I wanted it all the time.

In my emotional frustration, I rolled off the couch onto all fours, and trotted slowly outside again. I peeked over the edge, to find the storm boiling dangerously below. It was a seething, roiling mass of black, peppered with flashes of white, and it constantly emitted a low howl from its strong wind. There was no denying: a hurricane lived up to its destructive power.

No, there was no way any pony was even outside at the moment, especially not her. Anyways, she'd said she would be out later to fetch some b-

In that instant, I forced myself to pull the emergency brake on my brain train, and had a team of bull-ponies push it back to that thought. Later?! There was no later with the dudecadal hurricane! It lasted from 8:00 in the morning to 12:00 at night! She...she could be outside this moment!

I forced myself to stay calm, realizing I had been pacing back and forth on the edge of my cloud and nearly falling off while hyperventilating. She couldn't possibly have forgotten, right? I mean, it's the same day every year, so nopony...ever really talks about...it...

I peeked nervously at the storm clouds again. I'd braved some suckers of storms before, but...a hurricane? Would I really pit myself against the most destructive storm type in Equestria (besides a 'chaos storm'), just to check on her?

...of course I would.

I don't know whether I was thinking properly or not, but my heart was racing faster than I did myself. It was probably that fact that sent me jumping off the ledge, plummeting towards the storm with a vengeance. I would easily punch through at such a speed, even through strong-as-steel hurricane clouds, but the question would be whether or not I could survive once inside the storm.

The thundering black mass drew within inches of my muzzle, and I clenched my eyes shut as tight as I possibly could, hoping for the best.

CLIFFHANGER, BITCHES!
But yeah, here we go. Apologies for the wait.