House of Parker

Featured Characters - Rainbow Dash, Trixie, Rarity, and Peter Parker

Rating - K

Chapter Twenty-One “Knitting”

    Trixie wandered into the living room, her blue gaze fixed on the book in her magical grasp. She slowed to a halt, finding a few members of the herd hurdled together. Peter and Rarity stood over Rainbow Dash, who sat with a pair of threading needles in her grasp and a ball of yarn next to her tail. The pegasus murmured as she worked, her attention fixed sternly on the knitted creation in her lap.

    “What is going on here?” Trixie questioned, placing her book on the nearest cabinet.    Rarity clapped her hooves together and giggled. “It is wonderful! Rainbow Dash has decided to try knitting!”    Peter nodded. “It was my idea. We all know how Skittles has a bit of a temper, right? Knitting’s a great way for her to control and channel her anger. An outlet. Everyone has them. Whenever Spitfire’s mad, she trains. Whenever Twilight’s mad, she reads. Whenever Rarity’s mad, she goes to the spa. For Dashie, it might be knitting.” The stallion grinned and rubbed his hoof over Rainbow’s mane, earning a small smile from the pegasus. “She’s a natural! Give her a few months, and Rarity will have a design partner.”    Trixie bit her lip, stifling her smile as her mind slowly registered everypony’s words. She continued to watch Rainbow Dash, eventually bursting into guffaws. Trixie pointed, keeping one hoof over her eyes, and her laughter grew in volume, causing Rainbow to groan under her breath.    “Laugh it up, Trixie. I’m not going to let you get to me,” Rainbow Dash murmured, gritting her teeth as she continued to work on her knitting.    Trixie walked up to Dash, her laughter never ceasing. “Oh, I’m sorry! I had no idea you were so girly! Are you knitting a skirt for your tea party?”    Rainbow growled, slamming her eyes shut, but she continued to knit, albeit much faster than she was previously. Peter placed his hoof over her shoulder. “Ignore her, Rainbow.”    “What’s next, Rainbow?” Trixie snorted, playfully waving her hooves across from Dash’s face. “Are you going to play with your doll collection? Ha! You claim you’re so tough! I should have known you were the softest out of the entire herd!”    Beads of sweat formed over Rainbow’s forehead, and she gritted her teeth, small traces of smoke forming from the rapidly spinning threading needles in her hooves.    Peter shook his head. “Keep it up, Dashie. Block it out.”    Trixie skipped across the room, laughing uproariously. “My name is Rainbow Dash, and I’m a pretty princess!”    Rainbow suddenly stopped, exhaling. She placed her needles down, sharing a hoofbump with Peter. “Finished.”    Peter nodded, smiling. “Great work, Skittles.”    Trixie grinned, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Whatever did you knit, Rainbow? A dress for your prom? I’m afraid you’re five years too late!” She continued to laugh, earning a blank stare from Rarity.    However, Rainbow Dash smirked evilly, reaching down for her knitted creation. “It’s never too late,” she murmured, holding up a pair of boxing gloves. She punched her hooves together and cackled. Trixie shrieked, galloping past Peter, and Rainbow Dash pursued her, chasing the unicorn all across the room. “Thanks, Pete! I feel better already!”    Peter shook his head, slamming his hoof against his forehead. “This isn’t what I meant by focusing your anger…”    Rarity furrowed her brow, her ears perking as a commotion erupted from the next room. “At least it minimizes the bruising, darling.”