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Background Pony #322B
For some reason, I could imagine this picture being him after you & him meet.
 
Like some ponies, you occasionally trolled around on Hoofit, messing about in many groups and whatnot. You come across one group, a group to meet up with others for the purposes of friendship among other things. You come across a thread to meet with a bat pony. His description: blue coat with blue & green mane & tail and blue eyes to match. With nothing to do for the day, you figured it would be another thing: another neckbearded stallion to troll for a few. So you leave your general description & meet up place, thinking it would be another lolcow moment.
 
How wrong you were.
 
Meeting at Sugarcube Corner, you order two shakes for yourself & your guest of honor, passing the time by playing Equestrian Wars: Advanced on your Joyboy. The booths were filled, so you ended up taking a seat on one of the stools. So distracted you were you didn’t notice the bat pony until he spoke.
 
“Oh, is that the new Equestrian Wars game? I LOVE that series!” a rather effeminate male voice says.
 
Looking up, you see him, looking as his description said, although you were in shock at how… cute he was. The deep blush on his face only adds to the attractiveness factor. The bat pony sits right next to you, that same cute face of his, those lovely eyes staring into yours.
 
“So, I’m Silver Fang…”
 
With those four words, one of the most beautiful friendships would blossom. Starting with a milkshake accident that ended with Silver licking it off your face to 15 bits spent on Dance Dance Mares-Be-Movin at the arcade to simply riding on his back as he flew over Equestria with a friend in tow to now, resting on the beach together, cuddling with one other. You were almost shocked how a chance meeting would turn into something more.
 
Reaching out with your other hoof, you pick a hibiscus flower and softly set into Silver’s mane, his soft moaning turning to the both of you sitting up, your eyes meeting his, that cute blush and girly nature once more returning…
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As beautiful as the flower in his mane.
 
Wouldn’t it be so nice to spend the day near the beach with him? Just enjoying the quiet and his company; lying in the long grass by his side. Except that strangely, out of the blue, he asks what you think of him. He doesn’t look at you, just keeps staring up at the sky but he’s smiling. So of course you tell him he’s gorgeous–and his smile widens just a bit–but that there’s something not quite right. His expression falls and he immediately looks over, so you tell him it’s his mane.
 
He starts patting at it, pushing it around and asks what it is. You just pick one of those lovely flowers you’ve seen in the grass; the hibiscus is so fine and delicate, rather like a blue bat pony you know. Just as he’s about to get up, you reach over, stopping him. He halts, watching as you push the long tresses of his mane behind his ear and gently lay the flower there.
 
Then you tell him he’s perfect now, that as beautiful a pony should have a beautiful flower but you’re only sorry you couldn’t find one that matches his gorgeous eyes. And just maybe you wouldn’t be able to take your hand away, after.