Another flash fic prompt. This one may be “aggressively woman in her late twenties, so sorry if it’s too real (or too unrelatable)”
Pinkie came home to find Rainbow Dash deep in thought. This was, to be sure, unusual. So unusual, in fact, that initially Pinkie suspected her wife was just sleeping, or perhaps having a headache. But she was sitting at their dinner table, muzzle scrunched up, clearly pondering something.
“Whatcha thinking about?”
Rainbow bolted into the air, a feather flying off in her haste. “Geez, Pinks, warn a pony!”
“Yeah, when I came in! You were making a scrunchy thinky face. Which means you were thinking about something. Maybe something scrunchy! Was it scrunchies? I know Applejack has some...”
“I guess I was thinking. But not about Scrunchies. Whatever those are.”
“They’re like stretchy wavy mane ties.”
The two blinked at each other for a second, before both starting at once.
“Are you feeling alright?”
Another beat. Pinkie wasn’t very good at sitting still, so she ended up going first.
“So, what had your face all smooshed?”
Rainbow made another scrunchy face. “Pinks, you know I love you right?”
“Of course I do, silly!” Wait. “How come?”
Pinkie felt her mane begin to deflate. This conversation didn’t sound fun at all.
“I love you too, don’t worry! I was just thinking.”
“I guess! But also about... you know. Us.”
Now this made Pinky scrunch her own face up. “What about us?”
“I love our little jokes, our games, I absolutely love my silly filly. But sometimes I wonder if we’re... If we’re supposed to have grown up a bit more by now.”
“We are grown up! I used to be an itty bitty Pinkie! And you were just a Dash of Rainbow.”
“Yeah but like, you know, Mr. and Mrs. Cake don’t joke around like we do.”
Pinkie thought about this. “That’s not true! They have lots of jokes.”
Rainbow frowned. “They do?”
“Mhmm! Sometimes Mrs Cake will just turn to Mr Cake and say ‘This much weigh as much as a pound of honey!’ And then they both crack up.”
“... I don’t think I get it.”
“I don’t either!” Pinkie grinned. “When I asked about it, they tried to explain it, but in the end they just decided ‘you had to be there.’”
“That’s not a very funny joke,” Rainbow commented.
“It is to them! I think that’s what matters.”
The two of them sat in silence for a moment. This seemed like a hugging kind of moment to Pinkie, so she guided the two of them over toward the couch. Rainbow raised a wing invitingly, and Pinkie happily burrowed into her wife. She smelled of rain clouds and home, and Pinkie never, ever, ever got sick of it.
But there was a tickle in the back of her mind. She didn’t like the tickle, but sometimes you just have to tickle a tickle before it turns into a really big tickle. And it’s best to get the tickle out of the way with.
“Is there... any particular reason you were thinking about this?”
“I...” Rainbow’s eyes fell to the carpet. She frowned, and Pinkie Pie knew from decades of experience that she was trying to work up the courage to say something. The last time she’d had that look on her face, Pinkie had gained a very pretty hoof ring. Something was up.
“Hey, Pinkie... have you ever thought about foals?”
“Sure! I think about Pound and Pumpkin all the time. They’re really cute.”
“They are. But I meant... our own foals. Just the two of us.”
Pinkie Pie loved jokes. She liked being a silly filly, and bouncing off the walls. But in that moment, she was perfectly serious in her response.
“Rainbow, nothing in Equestria would make me happier.”
And then they hugged the mightiest hug they’d ever hugged.
