Me and My Daughters

Party Planning is Magic

rotting down the dusty streets of Ponyville, Pinkie Pie waved and greeted the cheerful townsponies, who never lost their amicability, even in the presence of royalty.

The couple of royal fillies jumped and laughed as they passed through town. Their visits were always a nice change of pace from the hectic life in the castle, full of maids, guards, chefs, and assistants. It was nice to feel like a normal pony for once.

As the trio arrived at the nearest building from the library, the Carousel Boutique, they could make out Rarity's melodic voice singing, as she usually did when she worked alone.

Both fillies shared a look; their lips curled upwards, and they promptly burst into a fit of giggles. However, their laughter paled in comparison to the whole-hearted chuckling of Pinkie, the mature one.

Rolling with mirth on the ground, the party pony never noticed the sudden halt of the singing, followed by the door slamming open. The fillies' giggles rapidly subsided under the gaze of the marshmallow mare, yet Pinkie Pie continued her endless fit of laughter.

"Pinkie Pie on foalsitter duty, oh joy," Rarity said, snapping Pinkie out her fit. The aforementioned mare rose from the ground with unequine quickness as she fixed Rarity with a frown.

"Hey!" she yelled indignantly. "Why doesn't anybody believe I can foalsit?! I've taken care of Pound and Pumpkin— they love me!"

"I'm not doubting your capabilities, Pinkie," Rarity explained, "I'm just saying you might not be the greatest authority figure for these two." She smiled as she turned her attention to the little alicorns—they were so cute—but her smile quickly vanished as she remembered the last time the Cutie Mark Crusaders and the royal fillies were together.

Alicorns had immense power, even little ones like Twilight and Luna. A shiver ran down her spine; horrible things had happened that day.

Though the alicorns didn't notice Rarity's discomfort, their chaperone did. "Uh, Rares?" Pinkie said, waving a hoof in front of Rarity's blank face in an attempt to interrupt her crashing train of thoughts, "You kinda zoned out there— you alright?"

Rarity shook her head quickly. Waking up from her self-induced nightmare, she said, "Why yes, Pinkie dear, I was just... remembering something."

"Something? What is it?" Luna asked, raising an eyebrow as Rarity inconspicuously began closing the door behind her.

"Nothing of importance, really. Now, enough of myself, how are—"

"Sis!" a squeaky voice called from inside the boutique.

Rarity's face contorted into a horrified frown. So close, she thought, as the pair of alicorns dashed past her into the building.

"Oh look, Sweetie's here!" Pinkie's untimely comment did nothing to alleviate Rarity's current state of mind— she just stared at the party pony with emotionless eyes. "What?" Rarity groaned at Pinkie's clueless response; she took a deep breath, attempting to calm her agitated nerves.

Everything will be fine. As long as we— I mean Pinkie keeps an eye on them, nothing with catastrophic consequences for my boutique will happen, Rarity rationalized, trying to suppress the oncoming wave of panic overtaking her.

As soon as her disturbing thought process ended, a trio of overly excited fillies exited the building, almost crashing with Rarity in their mad dash.

The blue, purple, and white blur finally separated, and soon enough, three pairs of eyes bared into Rarity's soul with such force that her legs quivered under the constant cuteness attack.