Hush [Romance/Slice of Life]
It was a lazy summer afternoon in Ponyville and in the emerald fields that skirted the town Rainbow Dash was taking a nap beneath a tree. Work had long since finished for the day and there was still plenty of sunlight to make use of so the pegasus had taken the small liberty of resting where none may find her. None save Pinkie Pie that is.
Whether she had searched for her or stumbled on the cyan pony by chance Pinkie was not telling, but, she gently crept along the fresh field and settled beside the pegasus, only to watch the little athlete's chest dance to the rhythmic breaths of sleeps. She sat for some time, enjoying her unknowing company and nestled in the sweet scents of fresh grass in a peculiarly placid nature.
Eventually though the peace past and Pinkie Pie reached a hoof gingerly towards her friend, nudging ever so softly against her shoulder, rousing the other pony from slumber. Rainbow Dash responded in kind with a yawn and looked to the pink pony in half sleepy stupor. She opened her mouth to say some form of greeting to the other mare but Pinkie placed a hoof to the pegasus' mouth and silenced her.
Bemused, Rainbow Dash grinned but honoured the Earth pony with silence. No doubt she wanted to play some kind of game and Dashie was one to oblige. She watched in silence and Pinkie Pie placed both hooves over her eyes, masking each of joyous azure jewel from Rainbow Dash. So Rainbow Dash couldn't speak and Pinkie Pie couldn't see. Was that it? Apparently not. Pinkie Pie relinquished the blindfold and grimaced in flush of annoyance. Apparently Rainbow Dash had done something wrong, albeit without having any idea what.
Calming herself, Pinkie Pie took another approach and reached for Rainbow Dash's front hooves. There was a small hesitation, a quiver, as Pinkie initially shied from the touch, but she found a new steel and gripped both arms, leading them up to Rainbow Dash's face. Rainbow Dash quickly got the idea and covered her ears, unbottleing an embarrassingly girly giggle as she did so. She was thankful her hooves masked her cheeks because she could taste the soft blush of embarrassment painting them crimson.
Then, she waited. Silent as a mouse and as blind as a mole. Seconds gave way to minutes and the pegasus came close to folding when it happened.
A small gentle and wet peck on the nose. Her face tingled at the undeniable touch of another pony's lips. Falling back in shock, Rainbow Dash thudded heavily against the the tree and passed a curse internally. Coming to her senses she looked outwards and found Pinkie Pie staring expectingly, no more then an inch from her face. Pinkie was never one to shy from intimacy but this was a new level. There was something in those azure eyes... a burning hope, riddle with fear. Great expectations battled with preparations for the worst.
Staring at her, all in silence, Rainbow Dash flushed hotly. A well of emotions poured forth and the poor little pegasus' mind struggled to keep up with them. It was just too sudden. How could she be expected to react to this? How could she figure out what to do so soon? Pinkie watching ever so intently... ever so fragile... She just didn't know the answer... or did she.
Inside her chest the pegasus' heart marched two fold but she ignored it. Her whole face bathed in crimson but she ignored it. Her legs trembled in nervousness but she ignored it.
Instead, she leant forward and nuzzled Pinkie Pie's cheek with a smile. She felt the relief wash across the Pink Pony and the muscles relax. A smile sang in chorus to Rainbow Dash's own and the two pulled back to look at other. The two locked eyes then kissed, properly, for the first time.
Pinkie giggled and embarrassment riddled Rainbow Dash instantly... but she soon found herself joining in. This went on for some time and the two soon found themselves laying besides each other, in the grass, hysterics rattling their bodies.
Eventually though, they calmed down and Pinkie Pie turned to Rainbow Dash. “I just didn't know how to say it.” she told the pegasus.
Author's Note
Prompt #1: “Hush”
Write a Rainbow Pie story in which one (or both) of the characters does not utter a single word of dialogue for the entire story.
I figured I may as well start with the very first prompt and so this is the first piece of romance I have ever written... and I am first to admit it is nothing if not fluffy.
Namesake [Comedy/Slice of Life]
“Absolutely not!” boomed the light grey mare. She long been remembered as a quiet and tempered mare but the mother's tension and flare had both swelled with her pregnant body... and she was clearly in no mood for japes concerning the babe's name.
“Aww, why not?” Her husband asked, a deep blue unicorn who glimmered a grin from atop his regular chair. The mother herself had taken to a bedding of cushions and could barely lift herself unaided and yet, it seemed, she was ready to fly across the room and smack him in the face if need be.
“I am not naming my daughter 'Damsel'.” she declared, seeped in disgust at the mere suggestion.
“At least give it a chance.” Dusk tried again, beaming to his own mockery.
Twilight was not amused. “Yes, yes. Shining Armour and Damsel in distress... wouldn't they just be the daintiest of siblings.” her tone fell flat, burdened by great masses of sarcasm.
Dusk didn't reply for a little while, losing himself in the morning paper, a regular routine he had taken to for avoiding his wife's little 'moods'. Eventually though the temptation of provocation welled deeper then caution and he looked up, grinning. “Shining Armour liked the idea, sort of.”
“You asked him?!” she replied, as though such a suggestion beggared belief.
“Sure, why not? It'll be his little brother or sister after all so I asked him what he thought-”
“And he rallied to your ludicrous proposition of Damsel did he?”
Dusk laughed, ever one to take merriment from the gentle teasing of his beloved. “Not exactly. He came up with 'Princess', for a girl at least.”
Twilight lay there, prone and stunned. Those two were unbelievable. Utterly unbelievable. “You boys...” she started, more despairing then angry. “Our daughter is not a princess.” she said bluntly, throwing an equally bludgeoning glare at her husband.
“She'll forever be my princess...” Dusk replied, drifting off dreamily at the thought of it. As big a show of teasings and quips he put on, the man was a giant softy of mushy feelings on the inside.
She left him like that for a while, then curiosity got the better of her. “Go on then. What if its a boy? What name did our darling son pick out for a little brother?”
Dusk broke back to reality and instantly reeled to laughter. “Oh yes.” he said, savouring the thought. “That one was almost as good. He came up with-” a pause, for dramatic effect, that resulted only in another burning gaze of frustration. “'Squire'.”
“Oh you are kidding me.” Completely lost at this point, Twilight put a hoof to her face and sighed. “You're as bad as each other. You really are.”
They returned to silence and sat respectfully across from one another. After a while Dusk's mocking grin fell to something more heart-warming as he finally readied to take the matter seriously. “Actually, I've been thinking that if its a girl we might name her after you.”
A momentary blush flushed her cheeks but Twilight struggled against it. “You old romantic fool.” she told him, defiant of her betraying cheeks. As she calmed however the idea soured and she shook her head. “I don't want her to merely take my name.” she said sternly.
“Oh really? Why ever not?” he was genuinely surprised, tone gave it away even better then his face.
“I want her to...” she found herself caressing the prominent bulge and thinking of the child to be. “I want them, to be their own child. I think its important they know we love them but... also that they can go on to do whatever they want with they lives, our support behind them and our pride to take them to their feet. At least until they grow strong enough to walk themselves and find a place in this world.”
“Now who's being the romantic fool?” Dusk asked, the trickster grin coiling back across his lips.
“Oh shut up.” she countered, more teasing then angry. She stuck out her tongue and pulled a face of someone half her age.
“Very well then... a name of their own but one that forever hold their parent's love?” He paused and thought about it for a while, gazing listlessly into a lost horizon. Twilight watched and found herself drifting away from thought, so much so she gave a slight start when he shuddered back to reality and look at her. “A name for the one born of Twilight to burn brightly for all to see... Twilight Sparkle.”
Twilight herself stopped in awe and stared at her husband, a warm and loving smile tempering her lips. “Twilight Sparkle.” she repeated in turn.
...
“And if its a boy?” Dusk asked after a while.
“Dusk Shine I suppose.”
Author's Note
Prompt #23: “Namesake”
Two pony parents discuss what to name their foal.
I'm surprisingly pleased with this one, regardless of the fact it's fluffy yet again fluffy. I jumped to 23 because that's the one that caught my inspiration... and that was the whole point of doing these writing challenges.
