30 Minute Prompt One-Shots

by Trish Hankins


A Special Engagement

Rarity arrived at her home, carrying in a large cake, and was surprised to find the room empty. “Pinkie? Pinkie, darling?” She called out into the room. Rarity sighed. “Really, where could she have gone to? I only left for five minutes…” Then again, when one is dating Pinkie Pie, one rarely gets what they expect. They had been having a splendid chat about their day, when Rarity’s marefriend discovered it was her birthday. Of course, it typical Pinkie fashion, her reaction was anything but restrained. She has demanded that Rarity run to Sugar Cube Corner and fetch a cake to celebrate.

Now, the mention of the day’s significance had been a slip-up. Rarity had kept her birthday a closely guarded secret, with only her family knowing the date. Despite her extravagant persona, Rarity didn’t want everypony fussing about her birthday. It really had no meaning, and if somepony were to throw her a party or give her a gift, it should be because of what she’s done or who she is, not because of some calendar.

Still, while Pinkie’s reaction had been just as manic as she’d expected, there was something else at work. She had picked up a deeper meaning to the mad energy that drove Pinkie, at that moment. And now her suspicions were confirmed, as she searched her house for the pink pony.

They had been dating for three years now, and the news had come as a surprise to most. She didn’t quite understand what was so shocking. They both loved the make others happy, they both were more, ahem, ‘dramatic’ then most. Pinkie had been a compassionate partner, and was far better at listening to others than she let on. The relationship had done wonders to releasing some of Rarity’s stress, as well.

Rarity finally discovered what she assumed was a clue: a note on the dinner table. It was scrawled in Pinkie’s usual sketchy scribbling and simply read, “Bedroom.”

Perplexed, Rarity walked into their shared sleep quarters, carrying the boxed cake with telekinesis as she went. When she opened the door to find an enormous box lying on their bed, Rarity couldn’t find it in herself to be surprised. She had expected something this ridiculous, though how she managed to wrap herself into a present on such short notice was intriguing. She unwrapped the white bow, and lightly pulled away the purple wrapping paper. A large brown box stared back at her.

She grabbed the lid with her magic, and curiously opened the present. Another box lay inside. Really? Okay, two could play at this game, Rarity decided. Inside the box was a smaller box, and inside that was another, tinier one. This continued, box after box, until she found another wrapped present. It was the size of her hoof, and it's colors were inverted from the original’s.

Rarity opened the present with the same care as the first, and found the last thing she could’ve imagined inside: a small diamond ring, to be worn on the horn. Before she could comprehend exactly what she was seeing, Rarity was surprised to see Pinkie jump out from under the bed. She was blushing, and it seemed like their might be fear peeking out from her eyes. Pinkie’s mane was frizzier than usual from hiding for so long, and she said, “Rarity, you’re the most important pony in my life, and I want to spend the rest of it with you. I love you more than parties or cake or my parents or breathing! Will you marry me?” Rarity was stunned, and in the pause as she processed what was going on, she could see the terror magnify in Pinkie’s eyes. Rarity laughed, and wiped a tear from her eye.

“Yes.”