Smug Dash Mom


                                            >"Hey. Hey Twilight."

                                            >Just ignore her. She'll get bored and stop.

                                            >"Twilight. Hey, Twilight."

                                            >You hear the sounds of wings re-adjusting as Rainbow's smug voice gets closer.

                                            >Just focus on your book, Twilight. noosphere theory is a good enough blocker for voices.

                                            >"Twiiiiiiiilight."

                                            >You can feel the grin on Rainbow's face and hear the cooing of a foal as she invades your space and presses her cheek to yours.

                                            >"Psssst. Twi."

                                            >You growl and finally turn to the irritating pegasus.

                                            "What? What is it?"

                                            >Grin never fading, Rainbow backs up and turns to her side.

                                            >On her back nestled between her hunched wings is her month old son, who seems content to doze on his mother's back and soak up her heat.

                                            >The tiny colt yawns adorably, showing off tiny nubs of very distinct canine teeth.

                                            >"Hey, Twi. See this?"

                                            >The pegasus ruffles her wings, pulling your attention to the foal again.

                                            >"See this? I made this."

                                            >Rainbow puffs her chest out proudly, tuft on full display.

                                            >The smug that Rainbow is radiating is almost too much.

                                            >She cranes her neck around to nuzzle the little colt, who giggles.

                                            >"Hey, Twilight. You should make one."

                                            >If there wasn't a foal on her back, you'd throttle your friend.