Cobalt’s Story

“Oh, great...” I sigh, seeing the sign hanging from the doorknob. It reads Do Not Disturb in large, messy hoofwriting.

I hear a feminine giggle from beyond the door and take that as my que to leave. My partner wasn’t a bad pony, by any means. he’s just... a little too focused on ‘physical interactions’, if you catch my drift.

Knowing that my dorm in the castle was now off-limits for the night, I decided to head down to Starry’s instead; he was a good friend, and his partner was usually a part of the night guard, from what he recalled.

The fatigue of the day starts to weigh on me as I approach his dorm; standing for a collective twelve hours will do that to a pony.

I knock quietly on Starry’s door and, after no response, let myself in. “Oh, he’s already asleep. Well, that won’t be a...“

I taper off as I notice a vaguely pony-shaped lump under the covers of azure’s bed. Well, that was a problem.

I mumble a curse under my breath as I sat down to try and think. Bunking with Starry’s partner was a bad idea, for several reasons; We hardly knew each other, for one. A mare and a stallion in the same bed was just asking for gossip, as well.

I suppose bunking with Starry won’t be that bad. It’ll probably be awkward in the morning, but that’s future-Cobalt’s problem.

Having made my mind up, I carefully go over to Starry’s bed. I’m not so bold as to try getting under his blanket, so I just gingerly lay myself next to the black pegasus on the cot and try to empty my mind.

* * * *

As I drift into a semi-conscious state, I notice I’m pressed up against something soft and warm. Whatever it is, it’s very comfortable. It smells nice too, kind of like lilacs.

....

Wait a minute, something doesn't add up. I don’t have anything like that in my dorm, do I?

....

Oh, right! I’m not in my dorm, I’m in... Starry’s... oh buck...

Realization floods through me, and with it enough blood to brighten my ears and muzzle considerably. My eyes open almost reluctantly and i’m greeted by a forest of purple and blue. Wow, his mane is stupidly soft, does he condition it? Not right now you dolt, get your muzzle out of his mane!

I jerk my head back from the sea of indigo and violet, and I’m suddenly very glad I decided not to get under the covers last night; I’m properly huddled up against Starry’s blanketed form, with a hoof over him and everything.

Now, while it was true that stallions can cuddle and all that jazz without rumors going flying, (unlike mares, don’t ask me why) it’s certainly still embarrassing when you wake up snuggling your best friend.

That being said, I didn’t quite want to pull away. I think I rationalized it by not wanting to wake up Starry by moving. I don’t quite know how it happened, but before I knew it my muzzle was resting up against his neck and I was drifting back to sleep.