Author's Notes:

Prompt: Getting Warmer

“I think that’s all,” Sweetie Belle said, stashing away her notepad.

“Anytime,” Princess Celestia replied. She squinted. “Something wrong?”

“Well…” Sweetie Belle glanced down. “It’s just an interview. For a dumb school project. If I wasn’t Rarity’s sister—”

“I’d make time for you anyway.”

Maybe. Sweetie Belle still couldn’t look up.

But Celestia leaned in. “Share my thoughts,” she said, touching their horns together.

Warm, like a blanket, wrapped tight, but not suffocating. Free, liberating in its closeness. Sweetie Belle loved her little ponies, all of them, so much it hurt. Her heart throbbed to… to see them fulfill their wonderful, unlimited potential!

She awoke, trembling, with a broad, fierce smile. “I can’t stop crying!” she whispered.

“I know.” Celestia hugged her.

“Can’t stop, can’t stop…”

“I know.”

Sweetie Belle returned the hug, her notes now useless as she considered how to word her new report so everypony might know.