Surprise! Our Own Chicken!
"Darling, is the laundry done?"
Rarity had been nagging Rainbow Dash to do the laundry for what seemed to be twenty minutes, and after picking up every scrap of dirty clothes, Dash sighed with relief as she closed the washer and started it. "Yep, it's done!"
A sweet voice sounded from the living room. "Thank you, dearest! Now come to the living room, I need to talk to you."
"Sure thing, Rare!" Dash strolled into the room and sat on the couch, letting Rarity rest her head on her shoulder. "Dashie, I've been thinking about the orphanage. We should go there tommorow and adopt a foal."
Rainbow unfurled her wings slightly and blushed. That escalated quickly. "A-adopt?! Are you crazy?! We've only been married a few months!"
"But Darling, just imagine those cute little faces with the puppy dog eyes, staring up at you, the stars in them just screaming 'Please adopt me!' How would that make you feel, if you declined?"
Dash rolled her magenta eyes. "Yeah, but those orphans will have to wait a couple more months, or until we've been married for at least a year."
Rarity gasped. "I've never been so appalled! Dash, how could you say such a thing?!"
"Because ponies need to learn to be just a bit more patient."
"But these specific ponies don't have parents! And besides, not going would be a mistake, because I already signed papers for a certain filly."
Rainbow's eyes widened at this. She turned her head slowly so she could face her wife. "You what?! Rarity, you know it's not the right time!"
"Don't be silly, Dash. Trust me, when we get there, you won't regret your decision. Just trust me."
The cyan mare sighed, knowing that Rarity was right. It might not be so bad, and she shouldn't be worried. Should she? They're only about twenty-five, and her mother always told her that that was still too young to have a baby. "Fine, I'll go."
Rarity jumped and clapped her hooves, cheering. "Very well! Thank you, honey!" she said, kissing her lover's cheek and heading off into the kitchen to make some dinner.
Dash sighed again, staring at Rarity with stars in her eyes. She did love her, but there were a few moments that she couldn't help but shake her head.
Rarity dropped some croutons onto the plates of salad, smiling as she gazed at her masterpiece. It wasn't much of a masterpiece, but she thought so because she was famished at the moment. Carrying the plates to the table, she let Rainbow grab the remote and turn on the television.
"What'ya wanna watch, Rare?" Rainbow inquired, pointing the edge of the remote at the T.V.
The alabaster unicorn shrugged. "I actually don't mind. As long as it's not one of those silly adventure movies."
Rolling her eyes, the cyan pegasus pressed a few buttons until she came to a movie, except it wasn't a film for Rarity's standards, but she had been waiting to watch it for months. She shrugged it off and flipped through a few more channels, but wasn't disappointed when she saw a unicorn filly's nose bleeding. She must have been at least thirteen, and she was bald. A tattoo on her left foreleg had a number on it; Eleven.
Rarity nodded, having never seen the show before, but Dash had seen the first three episodes or so. She loved it so far. However, this still wasn't a movie for Rarity. It was both Thriller and Adventure. Being Adventure, Rarity would usually deny it, but Rarity grabbed the remote and set it down on the coffee table in front of them.
The filly remained silent, while sitting on a bed, before uttering "No."
Ads flooded the screen as they began eating. Four or so minutes passed by and the show was back on. Once both were done eating, Rainbow Dash stood and took the dishes, putting them in the sink for Rarity to do later. It was eight thirty after the mares had watched the episode and Rainbow had told Rarity what she was missing in the show. So, they headed to bed.
As the two sat down on each side of the king size bed, they shared a kiss and then laid down, covering their bodies with the comforter. Tommorow was going tone a long day.
* * *
The alarm clock beeped, rattling around the nightstand and nearly falling off of it before Rainbow Dash slammed her hoof on top of it, making it stop abruptly. Rarity sat up and stretched while Dash just lay there, still half asleep. The alabaster unicorn shrugged. She would wake her up later, when breakfast is ready. Or at least when Rainbow could smell it from the kitchen.
She walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge and out came some strawberries. Then, Rarity walked over to the pantry and levitated pancake batter, at the same time floating a griddle to the counter and plugging it in. A bowl, engulfed in a cyan aura, was set down on the counter, Rarity pouring the batter in and then heading to the sink, where she turned on the water and filled it halfway with it. With a wooden spoon, she mixed the batter with the water, spinning the spoon this way and that, making it so that the bowl was full of wet batter, not a chunk in sight.
* * *
Scootaloo made her way to school, walking alongside her fellow crusaders. Apple Bloom looked at Scootaloo with a sympathetic look. "Hey Scoots, looks like there's somethin' wrong. What's wrong?"
The orange flightless filly snarled. "It's not fair!"
"What's not fair?" Sweetie Belle inquired, glancing toward Scootaloo with the same facial expression as Apple Bloom.
"You two have parents, and I don't!"
Apple Bloom looked down at her hooves. "Ah don't have parents..."
"But you have Applejack and Big Macintosh to take care of you! As I said before, it's not fair!"
Scootaloo kicked at the dirt road. Dust rose up and dispersed across the ground. Sweetie Belle coughed, while Apple Bloom simply turned her head. The schoolhouse made its way into the horizon, indicating that the fillies were close. Apple Bloom started to gallop, kicking up more dust than Scootaloo did. Sweetie Belle coughed again, covering her face with her hoof, then running to catch up. Scootaloo didn't care about being late. She just kept thinking about all the wonderful things she could do with parents. She wouldn't scooter alone, she wouldn't eat alone...
She wouldn't live alone.
Tears came to Scootaloo's eyes when she thought of that. She had been living with every pony around her, yet alone for most of her life. She lived at the orphanage, ate at the orphanage, slept at the orphanage. She was tired of it. Scootaloo didn't want to wake up to that lousy old wallpaper again. She didn't want to eat the same disgusting oatmeal that they served for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. She didn't want to see the inside of that place again either, for that matter.
As the pegasus entered the schoolhouse and headed to class, she started to think about the positive side to the orphanage. At least she has a place to sleep other than that old newspaper in that dark alley that she used to live in before the pony in charge found her. Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle didn't know what it was like to have their parents die right in front of their eyes. Apple Bloom's parents may be dead, but the yellow filly still doesn't know why, because she didn't watch her parents die.
However, Scootaloo did.
She shook the thought out of her head as she entered the classroom. Sitting down at her seat, she glanced toward Sweetie Belle, the alabaster unicorn filly writing on her piece of paper. It was plain that she was writing the essay that was due today. Another things on Scootaloo's mind that she had to be worried about. The paper was due today and she hadn't written a single letter. Just more negative thought filled her mind as she remembered the pony in charge seeing her grades.
Another tear came to Scootaloo's eyes again as she thought that it was all over for her. She had failed in school, failed in having normal wings, like every other pegasus in Ponyville did. Hell, Bulk Biceps is at least ten times as large as her, and his wings smaller, and he can still fly. He's an adult pony, too. The filly raised her hoof, indicating that she needed to ask a question.
Cheerilee called on Scootaloo. "Yes, dear, what is your question?"
"Oh, I was just going to ask if I could use the restroom."
"Of course, Scootaloo. Hurry!"
The orange filly cantered off to the bathroom, threw herself into a stall, and put her head over the toilet. She felt as if she might get sick, but it was just nausea. Her eyes brimmed with tears, and then she couldn't control it anymore. She let all of her emotions out. "Why is my life such a total mess?!" she screamed, jamming a hoof into the porcelain, cracking it a little bit.
Her wings twitched as she shook with sadness and anger, tears dropping into the toilet almost as fast as Rainbow Dash could fly. The intercom sounded in the bathroom, making the filly turn her head up slowly. "Will Scootaloo please come to the counselor's office?"
Great. Now it's time for her lame counseling meeting. Except, those happened on Thursdays. Today is Tuesday. How strange, she thought, walking out of the stall and making her way to the room with the green door. Once it was in sight, she didn't gallop. She was even more upset that her counseling meeting was earlier than scheduled. She hated talking about her feelings. Especially with someone she didn't consider a friend. Like Counselor Goldenheart.
When she opened the green door to the counselor's office, however, she didn't see Counselor Goldenheart.
Rainbow Dash and Rarity were standing in front of her. And in Rainbow's mouth was an adoption paper.
Scootaloo, mouth agape, walked up and touched Rainbow Dash's hoof, trying to see if she was really real, and sure enough, she was. The orange filly burst into tears as she hugged Rarity and Rainbow Dash, but these weren't sad tears. These were tears of joy.
Rarity pulled away and watched the two hug, smiling as she always knew that that kind of hug would happen someday. Mission accomplished, Rarity, the unicorn thought. You made two ponies, along with yourself, happy.
Scootaloo's eyes popped open, realizing something.
It was going to be hard for Rarity to tell Sweetie Belle that Scootaloo was her new niece.
