“You’re getting what?!?”
Bluestreak flinched as Firefly slammed her hoof on the table, bending the spoon beneath it.
“Married,” Dash responded, holding up the locket, “See? He proposed with this.”
“When the hell was he planning on telling us? Or even asking us if it was alright?” Firefly slammed her hoof on the table again, further warping the spoon.
“He said he did ask,” Dash countered.
“Kid, I’d remember if he did.”
“He asked me,” Bluestreak muttered.
“What?” Firefly whirled around, staring daggers at her husband.
“He figured I was less likely to make a scene out of it. And besides, were you going to say no?”
“…I guess I wouldn’t have,” Firefly muttered.
“So it wouldn’t have made any difference,” Bluestreak countered.
“…Whatever,” Firefly slumped over in her seat, “Mom always warned me about this kind of thing.”
“About what, getting married?” Bluestreak snorted, “She never said anything to me.”
“Kid, you got any idea who’s gonna be your what?” Firefly ignored her husband.
“Kinda,” Dash shrugged.
“…You’re not making them all your bridesmaids, are you?”
“No, just some of them. I’m looking at, like, five bridesmaids.” Dash grumbled, “I’ve got different plans for the others.”
“…Well that doesn’t sound ominous or creepy,” Bluestreak chuckled, “Does Fortuna and Clagan know?”
“I think.”
“You think?” Bluestreak slumped over slightly, rubbing his temples with both hooves.
“He wouldn’t have proposed if he didn’t talk it over with them first,” Firefly countered, “He’s not that kind of kid. He’s not going to run off and elope with Dash in a Las Pegas ceremony.”
“…You’re never going to let me forget about that, are you?” Bluestreak muttered.
“What?” Dash perked up and stared at the two in confusion.
“Never mind, eat your split-pea.” Firefly picked up her spoon, dipped it into her soup. The bent out of shape and utterly useless spoon failed to hold anything, leaving the mare baffled, “What the hell happened to this?”
“You smashed it,” her husband informed her between spoonfuls of soup, “Every time you smacked the table, you hit the spoon.”
“...Whatever.” Firefly left the table, muttering to herself. Bluestreak turned his attention back to his daughter.
“Is it going to be a big wedding or a small one?”
“…I dunno, we haven’t really talked about it. Why?”
“Well, I’d want to invite all the aunties, especially-”
“I’ll ask,” Dash cut him off, “Now can I just eat?”
“…Who’s going to be the ring bearer and flower fillies?” He ignored her question, “I’m assuming he’s going to find the ring bearer, so that means we have to find the fillies.”
“I’ll figure it out later.” Dash grunted.
“You said Princess Cadance’s wedding had three, right? I think you’d be OK with two.”
“Dad, I’ll talk with Turner about it when I get back.” Dash impatiently grunted.
“You cousin’s twins might be old enough.”
“I’ll ask Slipstream later, can I just eat?” Dash motioned to the bowl in front of her, “You said we were gonna have lunch, but all I hear is blah blah blah.”
“Streak, stop bugging the kid about the wedding.” Firefly muttered as she returned with a new spoon, “When is it going to be, anyway?”
“We’re hoping to do it in like, six months.”
“That soon?” Bluestreak responded, startled, “I better start sending out invitations.”
“Dad, go talk to Fortuna tomorrow, you guys can figure it out,” Dash muttered as she began to eat.
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Rainbow Dash streaked through the cloudless skies, away from Cloudsdale and her parent’s home.
“Well that went well,” Dash muttered to herself, “Where did Slipstream even move to anyway?”
She smiled as she zipped through the clouds and soared above a familiar looking orchard. She smiled as she looked down and waved to a pair of ponies working to harvest the crop. The larger of the two, a big red one, waved back. After a moment of hesitation, the other pony took off into the air. Dash slowed down, allowing Cloudchaser to catch up.
“Hey Chaser,” Dash decelerated to allow the two to talk, “What’s up?”
“Heard it through the grapevine that Turner finally proposed,” Cloudchaser grinned.
“What makes you think that happened?”
“You left town without telling anypony, Turner left shortly after, Ditzy hasn’t said anything,” Cloudchaser counted off, “Oh, and you’ve got an engagement necklace on.”
“…Yeah,” Dash admitted.
“Fuckin’ awesome,” Cloudchaser’s grin widened, “I thought Mac or Lane would do it first, not Turner.”
“Yeah, I already asked the others, but tell Flit to meet the rest of us as Sugarcube Corner. I wanna tell everyone all at once.”
“Ditzy’s out of town.”
“…Well, I’ll talk to her later. And don’t tell Flit just yet,” Dash continued, “I want to do it myself.”
“Eeyup.”
Dash paused and stared at Cloudchaser in disbelief, “You’re doing it too now?”
“Eeyup,” Cloudchaser flashed a cocky grin and saluted, “I’ll let her know. Bye.”
Before Dash could continue, Cloudchaser shot off, blowing a small cloud into Dash’s face. The mare let the cloud float in her face for a moment before blowing it away.
“…If she’s figured it out, I wonder if anypony else has…” Dash absentmindedly traced the ring with her hoof. After a moment, she took off the necklace and slid it into her saddle bag, “Better keep it hidden.”
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Twilight glanced up at the clock for the fifth time in half an hour: Six fifty-seven.
“She’s late,” the princess grumbled.
“She’s always late,” Rarity rolled her eyes.
“Any of you know why we’re even here?” Applejack cut off Twilight’s response, “Fluttershy, she didn’t say anythin’ to ya did she?”
“Oh. No. No, she didn’t say anything,” Fluttershy responded, “I didn’t even know she left until she sent the message.”
“…What ‘bout you, Pinkie?” the farmgirl turned her attention towards the pink pony.
“Nope!” Pinkie beamed, “But I’m sure whatever it is, it’s going to be some super special awesome.”
“…How’d ya come t’ that conclusion?”
“Don’t say it was your Pinkie Sense,” Twilight cut off Pinkie’s response.
“It was.”
“I know why,” Cloudchaser grinned, “And I ain’t tellin’.”
Flitter and Twilight smacked their foreheads with a hoof, while Applejack rolled her eyes at the Pegasus’ comment.
“Really? You’re just gonna taunt all everypony with that?”
“Yep,” Cloudchaser’s grin grew larger, taunting the others, “I told her I wouldn’t tell y’all the surprise. Didn’t say I couldn’t taunt you with it.”
“…I swear, you’re gonna be a terrible influence on Mac an’ Bloom.”
“I’m already a bad influence on them.”
“Stop antagonizing Applejack, CC,” Flitter muttered, nudging her sister.
“Can’t help it, it’s what sister-in-laws do, right?”
“You ain’t married t’ him yet,” Applejack grumbled.
“Must you argue like that?” Rarity rolled her eyes.
“Well if-”
Applejack’s response was interrupted as the door swung open. The entire group glanced over to the doorway out of reflex: Rainbow Dash sheepishly smiled back at them.
“Sorry I’m late. Had to clean up Tank’s mess and then I took a nap.”
“…You took a nap for three hours?” Applejack grumbled.
“It was a light nap,” Dash shrugged as she took a seat.
“So what’s the big announcement you wanted to tell everypony?” Twilight continued.
“…Well…” Dash trailed off as she reached into her saddlebags. She quickly yanked out the chain and slid it back around her neck, holding up the ring at the end.
“I’m getting married.”
The other ponies stared at her for a moment, taking in the information.
“WHAT?” Twilight, Applejack, Pinkie and Flitter all yelled in sync. Fluttershy winced at the noise, while Cloudchaser broke out in a cocky, knowing grin. Rarity smiled, while Dash frowned.
“…Why aren’t you surprised?” Dash asked.
“Who do you think he asked for advice?” Rarity chuckled.
“…Are you telling me that…”
“Y’ sure you’re ready for that, RD?” Applejack interrupted, “I mean…Well…”
“Yeah I’m sure.”
“I mean getting’ married ain’t exactly all sugar an’ gumdrops, right? Y’gotta…”
“Applejack, I’m sure if Turner’s proposed to her then, he thinks they’re both ready for the next step. And if she agreed, I’m sure she thinks they’re ready as well,” Rarity interrupted, “Do your parents know?”
“Yeah, I just told them.”
“How’d that go?” Fluttershy asked, cutting Pinkie off.
“Eh, Dad was fine with it,” Dash shrugged, “Mom got mad, but that was more because Turner didn’t ask her. She’s still fine with it.’
“What about Turner’s folks?” Cloudchaser asked.
“He’s talking to them. Although he wouldn’t have proposed without making sure they’re ok with it.”
Twilight cleared her throat, “Well I think…”
“This is super special awesome!” Pinkie beamed excitedly, smacking Applejack and Twilight as she jumped up, “Do you know who’s going to plan the wedding? What about all the bridesmaids and flower fillies, ring bearers…”
“Pinkie,” Twilight interrupted, “I’m sure they’ll work that out later.”
The Princess of Friendship turned her attention back to Rainbow Dash, “Rainbow Dash, getting married is a very big commitment and change. Are you and Time Turner certain you’re ready for this?”
“…Twi, I know you’re kinda anal about these kinds of things, but this is our decision. Turner isn’t the kind of guy to rush into things head first with no thought, that’s my job.” Dash chuckled lightly, “If he thinks we’re ready, then I trust his judgment.”
“Well…I can’t say that I agree with that, but…” Twilight trailed off, “But what I think is irrelevant to this. This is your decision and your life, not mine.”
“Thanks?” Dash responded, uncertain.
“Have you put any thought into when the wedding will be and who’s going to be part of it?”
“We’re looking at doing it in about six months,”
“Kinda fast, isn’t it?” Applejack frowned.
“We talked about it, and we both agree we wanted to keep it smallish. Mostly close family and friends.”
“…so I take it we’re all invited?” Flitter asked.
“Yeah, about that…Well, I wanted Twilight to officiate the whole thing,” she paused as she looked at her friend, “I mean, you’re a princess now, you can do that, right?”
“Well…I might need to talk to the mayor about it, but theoretically I do,” Twilight paused, “Although I might have to read up and take a test.”
“Great. I was gonna ask the Cakes to do the cake. And then that’s where the rest of you come in.”
“You don’t have to make me a bridesmaid,” Rarity responded, “Just let me make the dresses.”
“…I was gonna ask Pinkie, AJ, CC, Flit and Ditzy to be the bridesmaids. I mean, five isn’t too much, is it?” She paused, “I mean, assuming you all agree.”
“Of course.” Applejack responded. Flitter and Cloudchaser nodded in agreement.
“Anything for your wedding, Dashie!” Pinkie beamed.
“…You’ll still have to ask Ditzy when she gets back,” Rarity pointed out, “And you-”
“I didn’t forget,” Dash cut her off. She turned towards Fluttershy, “Fluttershy, we’ve been friends for years now. I want you to be the maid of honor.”
Fluttershy paused, completely silent. She opened her mouth to speak, only to turn bright red and start stammering.
“You don’t have to say anything, just nod if you wanna do it,” Dash informed her.
Fluttershy managed a strangled noise that vaguely sounded like an agreement before furiously nodding her head up and down, barely holding back her tears.
“What about Scootaloo?” Applejack continued on.
“…Dunno. She’s too old to be a flower filly, but too young to be a bridesmaid.”
“They do have junior bridesmaids, Rainbow Dash.” Rarity continued, “You could ask her to be that.”
“…Good point.”
“Who’s going to be the flower fillies and ring bearer then?” Flitter asked.
“Dad wants me to ask my cousin’s kids. They’re like, eight. Probably gonna go with them,” Dash shrugged, “Turner’s family suppose to bring in the ring bearer.”
“…Where’s this going to be anyway?” Twilight continued.
“Probably here. Still need to talk with the mayor.”
“You’re goin’ around telling everypony you’re getting married and you haven’t even asked if you can have it here?” Applejack shook her head.
“What, six months is plenty of time to figure it out,” Dash paused, “Right?”
“Darling, you’re going to find that six months passes by very quickly,” Rarity mused.