RGRE Oneshots

You rub your face tiredly and recline into your couch, coming to terms with what you were told.

Rainbow and Fluttershy are pregnant.

And both foals are yours.

Both mares stand in front of you. Rainbow just looks away, one foreleg rubbing the other uncomfortably. Fluttershy though...

She stares at the ground, her face picture perfect shame. It breaks your heart. That’ll teach you to get trashed at parties in ponyland.

“Well, shit.” It’s all you can say, really. How else do you sum up knocking up national heroes?

Both pegasi flinch as the expletive, but Rainbow recovers quicker and speaks. ”We’re sorry, Anon. We shouldn’t have ra-... Taken advantage of you like that. You were drunk and we were... We were...” Rainbow struggles to finish her sentence.

”Irresponsible,” Fluttershy provides without looking up. “We raped you. And now there are consequences.”

Your stomach ties itself into a horrid knot hearing her say that. The word “rape” was never meant to come from the mouth of a pony as pure as Flutters.

”If you tell the town guards, or don’t want anything to with the foals, or both. That’s f-f-fine...” The poor yellow pegasus is nearly in tears, and the gentle nuzzling from her friend isn’t helping.

Christ almighty this is getting too heavy.

“Okay, hold on. Who said I was going to do either of those?” You say, holding your hands out. “Let’s talk about this. I’m not going to fuck up your lives because we banged while trashed. That's dumb.”

Both ponies look up at you, disbelief in their large eyes.

“And as for the... foals. We have to try and make that work. A romantic relationship might not fly, but I’m not going to deprive any child of mine both of their parents.”

Fluttershy blinks the tears in her eyes away, her expression mystified. “Wha... What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you cross your arms, “the local guard is not getting involved. To hell with them. And I do want to raise these kids, even if this is much sooner than I saw myself with them. As for the rest, we can make it up as we go, yeah?”

Both ponies look at you with awed faces, as if what they’re hearing is unreal.

”You mean it?” Rainbow asks quietly, a far cry from her normal tone. “You’re not going to tell the guards, and you want the foals? Even after we...R-ra...” Again the young Wonderbolt can’t finish her sentence, but the rising hope in her eyes is plain as day.

“Yes, you silly little pony. And you didn’t rape me. I was drunk too, and I made the decision to drink until I was probably vomiting and trying to take my clothes off.”

The pair of mares crack small grins.

“I wanna try and make this work. I’m not going to ditch you or the kids. You have to be a real fuck knuckle to run on your baby’s mom. Who knows? Maybe it was all meant to happen.”

”B-but a normal stallion wo-”

“Fluttershy, do I look normal?”

”...”

You lean back and lay across the couch, already exhausted and it’s not even... Noon. Not even noon according to the clock.

“We can hash out details later. Now, I wanna rest. You both are welcome to join.”

The pair of ponies look between each other, the back to you, repeating a few times. Finally, both have what seems to be an epiphany, their faces lighting up into unrivaled happiness. The mares crawl up onto the couch with you, each one settling into the spaces between your body and arms and filling your body with their pegasi warmth.

Mmm. You could get used to that...

“And that, kiddo, is how I fell for your moms. Feel like you can sleep better after a story?” You ask quietly, as to not wake the snoozing mound of bodies around you.

Easy Breeze, yours and Fluttershy’s oldest at 13, blinks drearily in the darkened room, obviously more tired than when you began the (heavily edited) tale.

”Dad, that sounds like bullshit,” he whispers back.

You frown.

“Who taught you that word?”

”Mama Rainbow,” he rats easily. “She said she learned it from you.”

Brat.

“Don’t let your birth mother hear you say that word. She’ll skin you. And it’s not bullshit. I swear.”

Easy mirrors your frown. “But I’m the oldest...”

“Yeah.”

”And mom got pregnant at a party...”

“Mmm hmm.”

”That means..!”

Easy’s face goes white, making you snicker as he realizes he was the product of a drunken night.

“Loosen up, son. There’s a dozen of you in this nest and only two were planned. Regardless...” You let your voice get a bit more gentle. “You and your siblings are all loved the same, whether we planned for you or if you were a miraculous surprise. And nothing will change that, ever.”

Easy calms and looks at you with the sort of adoration only a child could muster up for a parent.

You smile and lift your free arm, the other being cuddled by a sleeping Rainbow and the elder of yours and Rainbow’s set of twins, Cumulo.

Easy looks around, as if seeing if anyone else is awake, then shuffles closer on his hooves, careful not to disturb any of the smaller foals. He crawls up and presses himself against your side, letting you engulf the young colt in a one armed hug.

Your son lets out a breath and smiles, eyes fluttering shut. ”G’night, dad...” he mutters into your shirt.

You smile and close your own eyes, holding your firstborn just a little tighter and you fall asleep. Or you would have if Cumulo didn’t snort in her sleep and jab a hindhoof into your side.

You quietly sigh. The things a dad sacrifices...