Thirty Minute Pony Stories

Two parents sit in a hospital room, one in a bed and one in a chair, sitting as close to that bed as he can. Looking closer, their eyes are wet, but you'd have to see feelings to realize they are tears of joy.

In the bed, a mare sits, her purple mane and its lone magenta streak matted to the side of a unicorn horn. The stallion has his own unique mane, it's light blue contrasting the darker tone of his pelt, yet blending with the white constellation on his flank.

Their murmurs can be heard from the hall as they look down on a unicorn filly, bearing a blue similar to the father's mane as her pelt and her mane a good magenta.

"What will her name be?" The father is speaking now, his deeper voice kind to his wife.

"Something fitting..." The mother seems to be overly-distraught with this, her eyes beginning to search the room for inspiration.

"Stellar... Constellation..." The father runs over a list of sky-related things while his wife spews household objects at a shocking rate.

"Lampshade!" She exclaims as her husband places a comforting hoof on her shoulder, stroking her matted mane and whispering soothing words.

"What about Constellation?" He looks into his wife's eyes now, as they engage in a silent staring contest counted only by the steady tick of a green-rimmed analog clock hanging on the creme-toned wall.

"It's perfect," whispers the mother, wiping away her tears and breaking their gaze, now looking down at the sleeping filly wrapped in a pale pink blanket.

"Like her," adds the father, and they embrace in a hug as the hospital staff simply smiles at them, watching eagerly from the doorway.