Ambrosia looked up from her book just in time to see Midnight Snack slam her bedroom door behind her with a burst of magic. “Aww, did we get turned down on our ice cream request?” she asked as Midnight threw herself onto the bed beside her, the young filly’s weight not disturbing her much.
“I didn’t even get a chance to ask!” Midnight complained, her horn lighting up again to bring over a cookbook for her to peruse through; looking through recipes was one of the ways she relaxed. “I headed downstairs to ask my moms, and there they were, wearing the chicken suit and the Starswirl the Bearded costume again. I ran back upstairs before they could make me puke.”
Ambrosia blinked; she liked to think she was a worldly pony, taking after her one mother, but what her friend had just described went way over her head. “Costumes? What are they doing in costumes? Is it like my mommy’s dresses?”
“No, no, it’s nothing like Aunt Rarity’s dresses! They’ve had these old things for years, before I was even born, I think. Sometimes they like to break them out when they’re in a ‘mood’—” Midnight motioned with her front hooves to emphasize the euphemism. “—and then they chase each other around until one of them tackles the other. And then they kiss. A lot.”
“Oh. I see.” Ambrosia’s words were followed by an awkward silence as the two fillies enjoyed their respective books; Ambrosia’s parents had both been surprised by how much of a bookworm their filly had turned out to be, but that made leaving her in the care of Twilight and Pinkie when they went off on one of Rarity’s many business trips a relatively painless process. After a paragraph or two that she couldn’t concentrate on, however, Ambrosia broke the silence by asking, “What do you think kissing is like?”
“Hmph. Messy, from what I’ve seen.”
Midnight Snack’s answer was dismissive, but Ambrosia chose to press on. “I don’t think it has to be like that, though. I’ve seen my mothers kiss plenty of times; Mommy will give Mama a kiss when she’s feeling down, or the other way around, and then they’re both smiling and happy. It seems so… so magical.”
Midnight sighed and relented. “Yeah, Twilight sometimes kisses Pinkie like that, and it’s… nice. Nothing like what they’re doing right now as we speak ugh now I’m thinking about it again!” The unicorn floated her book closer, so close that it was practically touching her snout.
“We could always try it like that.”
The cookbook fell as Midnight’s magical field suddenly cut out, the filly turning to stare at Ambrosia incredulously. “Try it like that? You–you mean kiss?”
“Well, yeah!” Meticulously bookmarking her spot, Ambrosia pushed her own book aside, leaving nothing between her and her best friend. “All our mothers do it, and it seems to make them feel better, so why don’t we try it?”
“Yes, but they love each other!” Midnight protested.
“And we don’t?” Ambrosia countered. “You’re my best friend, Midnight, and I love you just as much as my own family! I’m not ashamed to say that I love you!” She smirked for a second before putting on a seemingly hurt expression. “Are you?”
“What? No!” Midnight was suddenly on her hooves, closing the short distance between herself and her friend. “I love you too, and I’ll prove it!” Caution thrown to the wind, Midnight dipped down her head and pressed her lips against Ambrosia’s.
“Oh wow, wait until I tell Rarity!” Twilight whispered as she peeked through the door at the sight of her filly kissing another. “This is so perfect!”
“What?” The white-feathered head of Pinkie looked up at Twilight, forcing her to blow the Starswirl beard out of her face as she did so. “No, Twilight, we can’t breathe a word of this to Rarity! It would be a disaster!”
Twilight looked down at her wife with a perplexed look. “What are you saying, Pinkie? Rarity wouldn’t be mad about Ambrosia dating our Midnight, would she be?” She frowned at the thought.
“No, even worse, she would be ecstatic!” When Twilight simply raised her eyebrow in response, Pinkie continued, “She’d be so ecstatic about it, Twilight, that she’d have their wedding planned before Snackie and Ambrosia got a chance to work out their new relationship. You and I both know that sloooooow and steady win the relationship race.”
“Heh, back then, I always wanted to move faster.” Twilight nodded. “But you’re right, Pinkie. Let’s let them go at their own pace.” She looked slyly down at the chicken-suited pony under her. “Now, where were we?”
Pinkie returned fire with her own sultry look. “Well, you had put on your robe and wizard hat, and now it’s time they got removed…”
Commentary from Donny’s Boy
Ahh, Mane Six kids! I’m such a sucker for that. I like that Twi and Pinkie are still rambunctious enough to have some costumed funtimes even as a boring old married couple and that, it seems, their romance dates back at least as far back as that first Nightmare Night. I also like that little Ambrosia shows some of the same romanticism and stubbornness for which her two mamas are known.