More Horse Yuri But There's Still An Evil Baby
Sequel to the previous mini fic because I wanted to write more. It's a free country.
The door to Twilight’s old family home creaked open, spare house key floating in a raspberry aura as she peered inside. It was dark; Canterlot was a peaceful enough city where ponies didn’t feel the need to leave a light on when they went out, and Twilight tilted her head. Her parents hadn’t met them at the train station, and hadn’t responded to Pinkie’s staccato a-knocking of their door.
“Mom? Dad? Anypony there? I brought Nyx.” Twilight looked back, nervous. “And uh… A friend.”
“Hi Mrs. and Mr. Sparkle!” Pinkie cried. “Your daughter’s super hot!”
“Pinkie!”
“What?” Her girlfriend grinned at her. “I figured that’d get them to come out of hiding, if nothing else would. They’re definitely not home though. Are they usually out late or something?”
The unicorn shook her head. “Dad’s almost always home and upstairs on the roof stargazing by this time. But if the lights aren’t on…”
They moved to the guest bedroom now, Twilight turning on the lights while bouncing Nyx in her hooves and lost in thought. The travel crib her parents installed was there and unfolded; so everything at least looked set up to expect an incoming daughter and granddaughter. But a note was sitting on the nightstand, and Twilight levitated it over, squinting at the text.
Twilight,
Hey honey! We got a coupon for a buy-three, get-two nights free at the Maredalay Bay, so we’ll be getting in a day after you. Just wanted to give you a heads up, don’t blow up the house again while we’re gone!
With Love,
Mom
“Ugh!” Twilight rolled her eyes and crumpled the note up, still bouncing Nyx in her hooves. “They knew we were coming and still they did this. My mom’s always finding stupid travel deals last minute.”
“So Shining Armor’s not the only SparkleTwinkle that communicates entirely through last minute letters, huh?” Pinkie perked up. “Hey, that means we have a whole day and a whole townhome to ourselves for that whole day! You know what that means? You know what we can do?”
“Stress out?”
“Nuh uh!”
Pinkie flung the suitcases behind her into the bedroom in one smooth motion, the luggage opening mid-arc and the various bits, implements, foalcare, and toiletries flew out of them, every single object landing perfectly in its expected and unpacked position. She nodded, grin widening at Twilight’s stunned expression. Friends for years or not, dating or not, one never truly got used to Pinkie Pie.
“There! All unpacked. I meant that with your parents out a day that means…” She took a deep breath, reaching over to grab the settled diaper bag, whereupon she strapped a carrier onto herself and scooped up the black-coated filly out of Twilight’s forelegs. ““It means we can have a family date!”
With one smooth motion, Nyx was deposited into the carrier, and then, before the baby could protest, Pinkie proudly shoved a bottle of milk into the little alicorn’s face, who took it with hooves and a coo. The mare grinned.
“Am I mama yet?” She asked. Nyx popped the bottle out of her mouth.
“No,” the filly said, and popped the rubber nipple back in.
“Aw, fair enough. I tried.” Pinkie smooched the top of her mane, then looked back up at Twilight, noticing the little frown on her girlfriend’s face. Instantly, she was by her side.
“You’re doing the brain thing Twily, and I know why. No brain stuff, even if you’re worried about Nyx being outside of the palace.”
Twilight gave a brain-related grumble, and Pinkie wrapped a hoof around her and jossled her girlfriend.
“C’mooon, it’s Canterlot! The capital of Equestria! The City At Five Thousand Feet! You’re telling me you have a super hot girlfriend and a super cute daughter and a bunch of time before you’ve got to tell your parents about your new super hot girlfriend and you aren’t gonna spend it going somewhere neat? C’mon. C’moooooooon.”
“Pinkie, I’m from Canterlot.” Twilight took the hoof in her own. “I’ve been all over the city. Sort of. Mostly the upper canton.”
“Yeah but that was Canterlot as Twilight Sparkle: Celestia’s student and late night coffee hound! It’s way different to see Canterlot as Twilight Sparkle: best mom and best girlfriend ever! There’s a whole family friendly side of Canterlot you can experience now without ponies giving you weird looks!”
Pinkie hummed. “Like have you ever gone to Horse Legoland in Applewood?”
Twilight shrugged. “No, Pinkie, I’ve never gone to Horse Legoland in Applewood. I’ve never even gone to Applewood.”
“Whaaaaaaat?!” Pinkie paused and whirled about, Nyx giving a giggle as the foal carrier swang slightly. “Oh wait, that was Rarity and Applejack, right. Okay next family outing we are totally going to Applewood. What was I talking about? Oh, right! Okay so you go to Horse Legoland and it’s really kiddie—”
“But you like kiddie.”
“I do!” Pinkie agreed. “But sometimes foal-level stuff is only really really really good when you’ve got a foal that gets to experience it. Like when I took the Cake twins to the Ponyville Foal’s Museum—”
Twilight up a hoof, ears perking up. “Wait, Ponyville has a Foal’s Museum?”
Pinkie opened her mouth, then closed it. “Okay next family outing we totally take Nyx to the Ponnyville Foal’s Museum, then next next family outing we go to Horse Legoland in Applewood. I keep getting really really off topic!”
The pink earth pony took a deep breath, sidling next to Twilight and popping out a brochure from her saddlebags. She tapped it, then handed it over to Twilight with a grin. “What’s something in Canterlot that you’ve wanted to take Nyx to? Something not in the palace.”
“Zoo,” Twilight responded immediately. “I’ve wanted to take her there for months. Foals three and under are free and you’ve seen how much she loves Fluttershy’s animals. Canterlot’s Animal Society has a huge amount of specimens and creatures you can’t find anywhere. I think it’d be excellent for her mentally. Regular and early exposure to unique experiences is apparently really good for cognitive development in babies.”
“And it’d be super duper fun for a baby! C’mon.”
Twilight’s ears had begun to droop by the time they reached the Canterlot Royal Zoo. Canterlot, as she knew, had no shortage of judgmental ponies, but her usual neuroses were sending just about every red alert they could come up with to the command center of her brain. She gave a concerned whimper, scooting closer to the beacon of confidence that was Pinkie, who strode along as if nothing was the matter, Nyx still in the carrier around her chest and blowing spitbubbles with reckless abandon.
“Ponies are staring,” Twilight muttered.
“You’ve got a baby alicorn and we’re national heroes. Ponies are gonna stare.” Pinkie gave Twilight a big smooch on the side of her head, then shot the onlookers a big glare. “Let em.”
The unicorn gave an unsatisfied little grumble, but also opted to shoot her girlfriend with a quizzical look. “Pinkie… You’re weirdly prepared for all this.”
“I like to improvise! Oooh! We should do a date where we take an improv class together!” Pinkie giggled, stepping up to the ticket office. “Two mares, one foal!”
The ticketmare’s eyes flicked down to the alicorn in the carrier, eyebrow raised.
“She’s adopted,” Twilight explained, as if that explained it. “You uh. We don’t need to rent a stroller, but have you got one of those floppy foal hats?”
“Gift shop,” said the ticket agent, floating forward three slips and not taking her eyes off of Nyx. “There’s a 15% discount for royalty.”
“I’m not–” Twilight frowned. “I mean I guess I vaguely am? Thanks.”
“The Space Cheetah just had cubs, I’d recommend going to that first before the crowds get in,” recommended the mare. “They’re a real popular exhibit.”
“Well duhhh!” Pinkie blew out a raspberry, which the foal beneath her attempted to mimic. “Everypony loves babies.”
Nyx peeked out from beneath a floppy foal’s hat patterned like a tiger (which both Pinkie and Twilight had given far too many coos at, unable to help themselves), tilting her head. Before them, a glittering school of colors floated in midair.
“They’re flying fish, sweetie,” Twilight said. “They absorb magic from sunlight and use that to levitate themselves.”
“New words?” Pinkie was immediately by Twilight’s side, crouching down next to the foal. “Wait! Wait wait wait! How about ‘Pinkie Pie’?”
“Fish.” Nyx pointed a tiny hoof towards the enclosure full of the flying animals in response, and Twilight gave a happy gasp.
“Oh, a new word!”
“No.” Nyx pointed again. “Fish.”
“Aw, dangit!”
Twilight smiled. She had asked this after every exhibit, and unfortunately Nyx had now considered it a game. “You’ll get there eventually, Pinkie.”
“I’d better,” grumbled her girlfriend good-naturedly. “We’re running out of animal exhibits.”
