They tell me I can any ship work, so . . . · 5:16pm Jun 5th, 2015

Picture really has little to do with the short, I just liked how it turned out . . . Colored by enti0

“Uh, I don’t know about this, Trend . . .” Rainbow looked up at the concert hall, trepidation etched across her dainty muzzle. The light from the streetlamps glistened and danced across the mare’s silken coat, reminding him once again that he didn’t deserve a mare like her. She tossed her mane, curled for the occasion and stared accusingly at him. “What’s this all about?”

He nudged her in the back with his muzzle, prodding her towards the entrance. “You’ll see.”

“You know I don’t like classic music.”

“I know, you’ve told me a million times already.”

She dug her heels into the cobbles with a force to rival any mule. “So, why are we at the stupid concert hall, Trend?”

Trend sighed theatrically. Typical. “Because,” he trotted over to stand in front of her, “we’re not here for a concert.”

“Uh-huh.” Though, from the smallest of smirks parting her lips, he had her hooked. “What are we here for?”

“Oh, you know . . . stuff,” he hedged, watching her frustration with some satisfaction. Teasing her proved just a little too entertaining.

“Trend!”

He smirked, planting a kiss on her muzzle, feeling her tense before relaxing and leaning into it. After a few wonderful seconds, he broke it, nickering softly. “Sorry for teasing. Just wanted to surprise you.”

She raised an eyebrow, “With what?”

“Cirque de Celestia has show on tonight. I thought, since you like athletics so much . . .”

“Woah, woah, wait a minute!” Rainbow leaned in close enough for him to get a good lungful of her minty mouthwash. “The Cirque de Celestia?”

“Yes,” he answered, a little hesitant now.

She gave a quite earsplitting squeal of delight, wrapping him in a bone crushing hug. “Awesome! I’ve been wanting to see their acrobatics for years. How’d you get tickets?”

Trend snorted. You really have to ask?

Rainbow paused, then winked slowly. “Right, celebrity, I keep forgetting.”

“How do you keep forgetting I’m a celebrity, Rainbow?”

“Because, if I admit you're a celebrity, what does that make me?”

“My marefriend?” he supplied lamely.

Her hoof clapped him on the shoulder with a force to rival a hoofball players. “Darn right I am! But, you’re still just a dorky fashion author I made twice as cool.”

He smirked, “Only twice as cool?”

“Well, maybe seventy-percent.” She winked playfully before trotting forward. “But, no matter how lame you are, I’ll be plenty cool enough to make up for it!”

Trend chuckled softly to himself before trotting up to join her. His focus fell to the almost filly-like excitement filling her captivating eyes. ‘Plenty cool enough’ huh? Sounds about right to me . . .