(This one was written in a different location and doesn’t work terribly well. But I want to keep my daily submissions going!)
Rarity kept her pacing slow and ladylike as she walked through Ponyville, though every fiber of her being called out for her to either trot happily or gallop in eager anticipation. It had finally happened! Pinkie Pie had been blithely ignorant of her advances for months now, but according to the carefully scribed note she had found earlier in her boudoir, the silly mare had finally realized just how much she meant to Rarity. An invitation to Chez Hay, a quaint little eatery in the middle of the market, was exactly the sort of first date Rarity would have expected from Pinkie. Nothing too fancy, but at least she managed to pick a destination other than Sugarcube Corner.
Rarity was set on arriving just on time. Arriving early would just stink of desperation, and that wasn’t quite the appearance she wanted to project. She knew her feelings for Pinkie already, desperation didn’t enter into them. What she felt for Pinkie was much more long-running and real than some silly desperate crush. Besides, she’d taken all this time designing and magically putting together a new dress. She could hardly show up at their first date nude, of course.
She held her head high as she made her entrance into Chez Hay. The server showed her politely to her table, weaving through the other happily dining ponies. Rarity couldn’t help trotting a little, her good mood finally overpowering her clinging desire to act properly noble.
The happy smile on her face, however, died upon seeing the crowded dining table with four other slightly-annoyed looking mares.
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"Hey, Applejack? Can I hang out at your place for a—Oh. Hi, Rarity."
"Good afternoon, Twilight."
"Sorry, I should leave you two alone."
"Twilight, despite how everypony talks, we’re not always… in need of privacy.”
"Right. Thanks, I appreciate it."
"Is something the matter, darling?"
"It’s… just been a weird day. Not even a bad one, really. Just… weird. I’d rather not talk about it."
"Well, alright. I’m glad you’re here, though. There’s… something Applejack and I have been wanting to discuss with you."
"As you know, we’ve been dating for some time. And we’ve been very happy, but… we also feel there’s been something missing."
"It’s me, isn’t it? You want me. Well, fine! I can’t take this anymore! I love you both anyway!"
"I… goodness, Twilight! Applejack and I have been talking about getting married and we wanted to ask you to perform the ceremony, not invite you to a threesome!”
"But… since you bring it up…"
The prompt: One love confession at a time, please!
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"Hff… hff… okay. Made it."
"… Twilight? What’s up?"
"Hey Rainbow. You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had.”
"Nah, I stopped thinking anything that happened to you was weird a long time ago. I pretty much just go with it now."
"… Right. Well, I needed to get away from the library for… well, reasons. So I was walking down the street and suddenly Cheerilee comes up to me and starts acting real friendly."
"Yeah? Lots of ponies like you."
"I’m starting to get that impression."
"… Anyway. She starts calling me pretty and talking about how striking my wings are."
"And I got flustered and excused myself and literally not one minute later Thunderlane’s walking up batting his eyelashes at me."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. It’s pretty rough being so hot. I get that all the time."
"Thanks, I… wait. Did you just call me hot?"
"Well… you see the thing about that is…"
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"Twilight! I gotta talk to you!"
"Pinkie!? I… I don’t think this is a good—"
"I’m sorry Twilight! I can’t keep it in anymore!"
"I’m in love with you! I love your super smarts and your mastery of magic and—"
"P-Pinkie!? What? Seriously? Again?”
"… Again? Huh?"
"Oh, hey Fluttershy! I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there!"
"Whatcha doin’ here?"
"We… we were just… talking."
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(Warning: silly and pointless)
There was always a certain kind of moment during an otherwise normal day, when Rainbow Dash would realize that it was going to be ‘one of those days’. Not really in a bad way, sometimes ‘those days’ could be really awesome actually. But when she was flying around trying to take care of a few loose bits of weather work that the other pegasus ponies had been slacking on, she didn’t really expect to see Pinkie Pie standing by the river in a full black bodysuit, whipping around something that looked like a wooden sword wrapped in tin foil.
So, yeah, it was going to be one of those days.
Weather could wait, so Rainbow Dash dropped out of the air like a stone, catching herself a moment before landing, ten feet behind Pinkie. She opened her mouth to greet her, but then found her nose poked just at the tip with a tinfoil-wrapped wooden sword. Rainbow’s eyes widened in surprise. “Whoa! Hey! It’s just me!”
Pinkie Pie’s eyes narrowed, looking a little more dangerous with her big poofy mane hidden underneath her black suit. But her voice was still bouncy and high-pitched, sounding like she was a half-second from laughing. “Hi, Dashie! Did you come to play ninja too?”
"What? Is that what you’re doing out here by yourself?"
Rainbow Dash took a few steps back, as Pinkie Pie struck what looked like some kind of fencing pose from Prance. Pinkie giggled until she snorted. “Yeah! I’ve never been to Neighpon, but I thought, hey! Ninjas are pretty neat! They can sneak around and surprise anypony!”
"But you aren’t even doing it right! Besides, Ninjas are totally boring. They’re always hiding in the shadows and creeping around and stuff." Rainbow waved a hoof dismissively at her friend’s antics, only to get the flat of a wooden sword knocked playfully against her hoof.
Pinkie dropped her sword and turned around to dig around in a nearby bush, and then tossed out one of her emergency eyepatches, some kind of red-striped cotton shirt, and a flimsy plastic cutlass. “So you like being loud, do you? You can’t be part of my dojo then, you’ll have to be the dreaded Captain Rainbeard Slash!”
She wanted to argue about it, this was moronic and uncool and also she was really more of an adventurer and pro flyer than a pirate. But… they were out here pretty far from town, and being an idiot with Pinkie was easier than trying to talk Pinkie out of being an idiot. Besides, pirates were pretty awesome, sometimes.
(source: Ask Pinkie Pierate!)
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The prompt: Pirates vs. ninjas!
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That was what she had wanted. Fun with her friends!
She was Pinkie Pie. She was all Pinkie Pie. Every one of her was Pinkie Pie, and that other pony wasn’t.
It had been a long time. She remembered Ponyville, she remembered the bright sun and the warm grass, she remembered the other ponies with all their different colors, all the nice food and interesting buildings. She remembered everything.
There was no fun back in this water. Before she had left, before that other pony had awoken her, she didn’t know what she was missing. It hadn’t been as bad, then. But now, now she missed the fun. She missed Ponyville.
It had taken time, but after trying, after a long, long time of swimming up a waterfall, she had climbed out. She had been the first. She had come up out of the water and found herself in the cave. There were mushrooms that glowed, hanging vines, weird stone spikes and lots of sand to play with. She had spent a while, just having fun. After all, the cave had been blocked with a heavy stone. She couldn’t leave.
There’s only so much fun a pony can have alone. Even her. So she struggled to remember. At first it was blurry, but then the sun and grass and games and food all came back to her. Along with a short, simple rhyme.
Into her own reflection she stared, yearning for one whose reflection she shared, and solemnly sweared, not to be scared, at the prospect of being doubly mared.