Thirty Minute Pony Stories

Despite how long Twilight had stared at their front door, it hadn’t changed any. Still the same wood grain, still the same little window. Still no daughter walking back inside. Not that Twilight wanted her to stay home. Not really. But maybe she’d forgotten something and needed to come back and get it.

Twilight sighed. She hadn’t cried at all. Not yet anyway. But she hadn’t moved from that spot since Midnight Snack had walked out the door almost an hour ago.

She felt a gentle weight press against her side and smelled vanilla and strawberries.

“You hangin’ in there?” Pinkie Pie asked her, giving her cheek a tender nuzzle.

Twilight chuckled and leaned back against Pinkie, taking a glance at her wife’s concerned face before looking back at the door with a sigh.

“It’s just hard to believe, you know? Four years. Four years.” She shook her head and pressed her cheek against Pinkie’s.

“It’s not like we won’t see her ever.” Pinkie said, and a foreleg gently hooked around Twilight’s body, holding her close. “Manehattan’s just a train ride away.”

Twilight nodded. “I know. But she won’t be living here anymore, you know? I won’t wake up to you two making breakfast anymore. I won’t get to discuss culinary history with her anymore. I won’t get to write to the Princess about how she’s doing.” Twilight chuckled and shut her eyes as she pressed her face into Pinkie’s mane. “Did you think about that, huh? What am I gonna write to the Princess about now?”

Pinkie grinned and held Twilight tighter, kissing one of her ears and watching it twitch. “I guess I didn’t think about that.”

“I dunno,” Twilight said, sighing as her smile faded. “I just worry. I mean, what if-“

“What if she loves culinary school and is super duper happy there?” Pinkie asked, kissing Twilight’s other ear. “What if she invents a whole bunch of new dishes and gets famous as the best chef in Equestria ever? What if she meets a really nice pony she can take back to her dorm room when her roommate’s not there?”

As Pinkie described these scenarios Twilight couldn’t help picturing them all. She saw Midnight Snack enjoying her classes and reveling in the chance to expand her knowledge and skills in the field she loved so much. She saw experiments and wild ideas, some of them blowing up in her face and some of them getting added to the menus of restaurants all over Equestria. She saw her meeting somepony she could love and being happy.

But there was another image Twilight still couldn’t shake. The image of Midnight Snack with her nose so far in a book that she didn’t see all those opportunities for fun and experimentation and friendship pass her by.

Twilight looked up at Pinkie. “But what if she turns out like me?”

Pinkie’s eyes widened and she pulled away from Twilight for a moment in shock and hurt, her mouth hanging open and quivering. But a moment later a determined smile crossed her face and she grabbed Twilight as hard as she could, holding her in a tight embrace and stroking a hoof through her mane.

“If Snackie turns out like you,” Pinkie said, “I’ll… I’ll be the happiest, proudest mommy in all of Equestria.”

Twilight sniffed and nodded, rubbing her face in Pinkie’s curly mane as she returned the embrace. She sighed and relaxed in Pinkie’s embrace.

“Still,” Twilight said, “four years seems like such a long time. What’ll we do now that she’s gone?”

“Oh! I almost forgot!” Pinkie chirped, her whole body wriggling in excitement against Twilight’s. “That’s what I was doing while you were staring at the door!”

Twilight smiled and looked up at Pinkie. “Oh yeah? What’s that!”

“I came up with a hundred things we could do while she’s gone!” Pinkie’s eyelids lowered and she rubbed her nose between Twilight’s eyes. “Things we couldn’t do while she was here.”

“Wow,” Twilight said, grinning back as she nuzzled Pinkie’s neck, swishing her tail from side to side. “A hundred things? How’re we gonna keep track of it all?”

Pinkie leaned in close to nibble on Twilight’s ear, whispering into it seductively.

“I made a list.”

Twilight shivered and rubbed against Pinkie, kissing a line up her neck towards her chin.

“Oh, you always know just how to cheer me up…”

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BSB Comments:

Hmm. I’ve got to comment coherently here. I really enjoyed this a lot. Twilight being the worried mother and Pinkie calming her down was sweet, and I loved the bit about Midnight Snack turning out like Twilight and how Pinkie reacted to that. This was just beautiful, feel good stuff and I loved it. Also, the ending was great. There’s something just fantastic about how Pinkie knows what turns Twilight on, and how she uses that. I don’t know, this was great and I loved it. Good job!