Knickerbockers Below The Knee

by Masterweaver


The Date

"Hey AJ. Wanna go out or something?"

An orange pony with three apples imprinted on each flank tilted her head up, looking at the blue pegasus lounging on one of the branches above her. "Ya mean like a date?"

"Yeah, sure. I think that's what they're called." The pegasus shrugged, pulling a bit of hair out of her eyes and back to its place in the spectrum mane she had. "You know, you, me, hanging out, talking, trying to figure out if what we have is more then just a crush."

That got a smile from the orange pony. "Yer presumen' an awful lot, Rainbow," she teased. "How do ya know Ah even have a crush on ya?"

"One, I'm awesome so half of Ponyville is crushing on me. Two, you stare at my flank every time I come in for a landing." The pegasus smirked.

"Eh, got me there." Pulling down her brown stetson to hide her blush, the orange pony considered her response. "...Can't be anythang too frou-frou."

"That was obvious."

"...and ya gotta know tha farm comes first. If Ah can't make it, Ah can't make it."

"Alright, alright. I can live with that."

"Good. Saturday good fer ya?"

"Yeah, sure. Hayburger's okay?"

"Eyup, sounds good. Well, Ah gotta get back ta work."

"Right. I'll just go see how the weather team is handling things."

And that was that. The start of a beautiful relationship, the seed of romance, all trussed up and planted without issue. True, both parties had been ever so slightly nervous, and a touch embarrassed, but that could be said of a lot of starts.

The date itself was something a bit more complicated. After ordering their meal, the two of them had talked about what they really wanted in a potential spouse. There were jokes about being sexy and following every command, of course, but after they passed the basic teenage qualities and really started talking, a few things became apparent; whoever was marrying AJ would have to know her direct family at least and probably a bit of the extended family too, and whoever was marrying Rainbow would have to be able to criticize her without hurting her ego. That had led to some apologies about an incident involving a shared secret identity, further conversations of each other's family tree, and eventually somehow a philosophical discussion on how the nature of immortality would affect one's tastes in vegetables.

Eventually, though, the date concluded. And the two of them agreed that it had gone very well, and they should set up plans for a second date.

Those words hit the ears of a passing waitress, who later told a friend, who later went to the spa and mentioned it to the ponies working there, who later mentioned it to two of their customers under the false assumption that they had already known.

And that, as they say, is where the story truly begins.