>It was a dark and stormy night
>The kind of nights you love
>Feels great curling up in your bed while a tempest blows outside
>Your fluffy pony, on the other hand, does not enjoy it
>You can hear him all the way in his safe room, whimpering and crying quietly
>Every time thunder booms, he lets out a yelp and sobs even more
>He tries to act like a brave fluffy, but at his core, he’s still just a fluffy pony
>So on stormy nights, he cries quietly, in hopes that you won’t hear him being scared
>Lightning flashes across the sky
>Thunder rumbles loudly
>”WAAAAAAAA! hu hu huuuuuuuuuuu…”
>Sigh
>You’ve offered to let him spend these kinds of nights with you in your bed, but he refuses, saying he’s not scared
>Note that he usually says that with tears running down his eyes, his body curled up into a ball under his blanket, shivering like crazy from fear.
>Poor little guy
>But tonight, you have an idea
>You walk over to his safe room and softly open it.
>Fluffy pony is yet again curled up in his bed, sobbing softly, his eyes shut as hard as they can be
>It’s a testament to his astoundingly good bowel control that he’s never soiled his bed on nights like this
>You notice he’s moved his bed closer to the night light.
>Figures
>Fluffy pony looks up at you, snot dribbling down his snout, his face wet with tears
>”W-w-wha daddy wan’? Is stiww dawk time.”
>”I was hoping you could spend the night in my room.”
>Your fluffy pony sniffles, but shakes his head. “Fwuffy nu scawed…”
>”I know you’re not. You’re such a brave little fluffy. But I’m scared of the loud noises. Maybe if you’re there, I won’t feel so scared.”
>Fluffy pony looks confused. “Daddy…s-s-scawed?”
>You nod, and try to look afraid. Convincing actor you are not, but it’s enough to convince your fluffy pony.
>Fluffy pony slowly crawls out from under his blanket
>”Den fwuffy keep daddy safe!”
>His legs are still shaking as he drags his blanket into your room.
>You pick him up and place him down on the bed.
>You lay down, and your fluffy crawls up next to you, nuzzling into your chest.
>You cover him with his blanket, and he smiles, finally calming down.
>Then the thunder booms again
>Fluffy pony yelps and hugs you as tightly as he can with his soft little fluffy legs.
>”N-n-nu wet meany noises scawe daddy…fwuffy keep daddy safe!”
>You notice he’s not shaking anymore
>It’s easy to forget your fear when someone needs you to be strong.
>You both sleep soundly as the rain continues to pour down.