SoarBurn Chronicles: "Storms & Stories"

It was a dark and stormy night in Appaloosa, and everypony in town was asleep. Well, ALMOST everypony, there was still one farmer stallion who was awake. Storms were the worst for Braeburn; it just rubbed him the wrong way. He barely ever gets sleep when one happens. This storm was no exception. Though, there was a difference with this storm and all of the previous ones from his past. This time, he wasn’t alone.

A blue Pegasus trotted into the house. The pony shook the water off of his fur before he headed back into the bedroom. He took the flight goggles off of his forehead, wiping some sweat off of his brow. He placed them atop of a wooden dresser before approaching a large bump on top of the bed. The pegasus lifted up the blankets. He paused and stared at the horse under covers and sighed.

“Still afraid of storms, Brae?” The pegasus asked.

“Shut up Soarin, they’re scary!” The farm pony whined back at him.

“You do realize that it’s not going to hurt you.”

“Well, I don’t care; storms rustle my skin like I’m being pushed through a field o’ cacti.”

“Sheesh.” Soarin rolled his eyes.

“I don’t need you to start babblin’ about how it’s all just in my head. Nothing will help me get passed my fears. Ain’t anything in Equestria can!”

“What if you were distracted, dude?”

Braeburn took a moment to think. “I guess we could try that…”

“Awesome! Now… how to distract you...” The Wonderbolt tapped his chin. After a moment he spoke up once more. “We could tell stories. Would you like that, Brae?”

The farmer shrugged. “Sure, why not?”

Soarin smirked. This was his best chance to mess with him. He knew many different stories that he could share with his partner, but he knew he wanted to spook him even more. It was a guilty pleasure he had, and it made him chuckle on the inside. Plus, if it got too intense, he could just comfort his lover. His smirk dropped back down to his normal concerned face.

“Okay, check this; I have a story for you.” The pegasus started. “But I warn you, you might not be man enough to handle it.”

“I’m not man enough? Is that a challenge, Mr. Wonderbolt?” The earth pony scowled at his partner.

“Yeah, you’d beg me to stop about half way through it.” His eyebrows shot up and his eyes narrowed giving off a snarky, scrunched up smile.

“Now listen here, I will make it through.” The yellow pony crossed his forelegs with a pout on his face.

“Will you, pretty boy?”

“I WILL make it through, sky pony. A little story ain’t gonna hurt me in any way, shape, or form.”

“Then prepare yourself.” He chuckled softly. An evil look was presented on his face.

“Are you gonna start soon? You’re taking so long that it’s apple bucking season again.” He teased.

“Oh hush now.”

“Never!” He joked. “Not until you tell the story.”

“Alright fine, here we go…”