//------------------------------// // 16: Her Favorite Color [Romance] // Story: Party Every Day // by Esle Ynopemos //------------------------------// ((Prompt: Three Primary Colors.)) A streak of red shot across the sky. Pinkie loved red. There were other colors alongside, but the red stood out the most. That was what red did. Red gave its daredevil grin with those rose eyes, and tore off through the air at speeds that shook the trees and left Pinkie breathless. Red was exciting stunts and death-defying aerobatics and fearless dives. Red was confident. Red was dauntless. Red was terrifying, and Pinkie feared if she got too close it would burn her. But red was fascinating, and Pinkie could not take her eyes off of it. Red was Pinkie's favorite color. The streak vanished in the blinding yellow of the sun, forcing Pinkie to shield her eyes. Pinkie loved yellow. Some ponies didn't see the yellow in a rainbow, hidden as it was by the boldness of red. But yellow was there. Yellow was bright and playful. Yellow ran through town with her, playing fun pranks throughout town. Yellow was warm and friendly. Yellow was always there when Pinkie needed a friendly face. Yellow laughed at jokes, and made goofy grins. Yellow invited her in with a warm smile, and Pinkie could not refuse the invitation even if she wanted to. Yellow was Pinkie's favorite color. Pinkie was suddenly surrounded by blue feathers. Pinkie loved blue. Blue was always there, as constant as the sky. Pinkie could always count on blue. Blue ranged far and wide, as free as the endless expanse above, but Pinkie need only say the word and blue would come soaring in on nimble wings. Blue was unwavering. Blue was loyal. Blue never let her down. Pinkie could close her eyes and fall back, and blue would catch her. Blue held her close with strong, sure hooves, and Pinkie never wanted to leave blue's embrace. Blue was Pinkie's favorite color. Rainbow Dash nuzzled Pinkie behind the ears, still breathing hard from her flying practice. “Hey,” she said, grinning. “Whatcha thinkin' of, Pinkie?” A happy giggle played across Pinkie Pie's lips. “Just thinking about my favorite color,” she said. “Oh?” Rainbow squeezed her in closer. “What is your favorite color, anyway?” Pinkie turned and smiled. “You're my favorite color, Dashie.”