[RGR] Just Like Your Old Mare


                                            Original Poster: Frostybox (http://pastebin.com/u/frostybox)

                                            Reason this is posted here is because it's not binned in Frosty's bin.


                                            >Dad said the first thing mom did was tell everyone the news.

                                            >She was worn out and haggard from the birth, but mom was tough as nails and full of pride.

                                            >She was literally shouting out the open window of the hospital while you were nursing.

                                            >Dad just about fainted from embarrassment.

                                            >And even though you were all little and squishy looking, Dad remembers Mom saying, “Look at her, the most beautiful filly anypony’s ever laid eyes on.”

                                            >Those first few years must have been pretty great.

                                            >Watching you learn.

                                            >Teaching you to walk and talk.

                                            >”Oh, c’mon Pinchy, you’re a big filly aren’t you? Don’t go crying from a little fall.”

                                            >Helping with the times that you couldn’t do it very well.

                                            >You’re looking forward to it pretty soon yourself.


                                            >As a filly though, real life doesn’t exist in your world.

                                            >The only times it overlaps from your adventures and shenanigans is when they keep your mom from playing with you.

                                            “Mom, mom! C’mon, I found a really HUGE bug! I think it’s like the Queen of the bugs!”

                                            >”Pinchy, I’m balancing the bit- just give me a minute will you?”

                                            “Okay mom…”

                                            >Sometimes real life can get in the way for a lot longer than just a minute.

                                            “Mom, look. I made you this! It’s you fighting that big purple dragon that showed up last week!”

                                            >”Can I look later? I’ve gotta nap before my next shift. Just leave it on the table.”

                                            >Then you get older and finally move out to find your own way.

                                            >Cutie mark proudly on your flank, you forge a path of your own.

                                            >Dad calls all the time, your chatstone can never stop buzzing.

                                            >”Are you okay? Do you need me to send some recipes? What if we come visit?”

                                            >But mom doesn’t bother you nearly as much.

                                            >Probably wants you to go a little crazy, just like she bragged she did.

                                            >Like she knows that it’s your turn now, so you can brag later on.

                                            >It’s always nice when she does call though.

                                            >”How’re you holding up kid?”

                                            “I’m good, old lady.”

                                            >”Yeah I bet you’re good, up to your neck in cock eh? Just like your ol’ mare.”

                                            “MOM!”

                                            >She just laughs into her end of the stone.

                                            “It is a little crazy out here though… bit lonely sometimes.”

                                            >”Lonely? What’re you lonely for? Dad practically never puts down this damn stone does he?”

                                            >Now it’s your turn to laugh.


                                            >The gap that seemed to have appeared when you left only grows wider as time goes on.

                                            >Her jokes get a little same-y.

                                            >Your jokes don’t make sense to her.

                                            “You didn’t see ‘Shovechamp'? But it’s like the most brutal play out there! Dad always threw a fit when you’d take me to see any plays like this. I know you’d love it mom.”

                                            >”Eh, It’s just not the same, I barely understood what they were saying in 'Diss-Factory’."

                                            >You both watch different things now.

                                            >She gets older, and it seems like she does it faster than you.

                                            >She’s slower, can’t hear as well, and she has to think about her replies.

                                            >”…”

                                            “Are you still there mom? Ah!”

                                            >Dropped some melted cheese on your hoof.

                                            >”Are you al-“

                                            >The pot of broccoli is about to boil over.

                                            “Hey mom, can I call you back on the weekend? I’m a little busy right now, and it’ll probably stay like that throughout the week.”

                                            >She says her goodbyes slowly, you shoot yours back fast so you can take the pot off the stove.

                                            >It’s frustrating at the time, how her pace is just slower than yours.

                                            >She’s still there though, whenever you lose it.

                                            >Break-ups, work, little dumb things that don’t matter even one year later.

                                            >”You’re going to be fine Pinchy. I raised you myself didn’t I?”

                                            >Sometimes her sage voice is just the thing you need.

                                            “Thanks Mom…”

                                            >”Anytime Pinch.”

                                            >It fills in for the words you’re too broken up to speak.


                                            >Time moves on, and it feels like her world is completely different to yours now.

                                            >Unlike Dad, she doesn’t want to trouble you with her life.

                                            >She’s just happy to hear about yours.

                                            >”*BEEP* A promotion huh? And what’s this Dad *BEEP* tells me about the secretary? He’s cute ri*BEEP*ght?”

                                            “Mom, turn off the recorder setting, I can’t hear you well.”

                                            >”What? Did I *BEEP* do it?”

                                            “No mom, it’s still doing it.”

                                            >*BEEP*

                                            >It just gets easier to pass you to Dad.

                                            >”Hi Pinchy! I’m sorry your mother just tossed you over to me. She said there’s a game on and she doesn’t want to miss it.”

                                            “It’s alright Mom, I’ve got the game recording at home actually. I’m out with Featherweight right now.”

                                            >”HI Mr. Pierce~!”

                                            >”HI Featherweight!”

                                            >”Whoo Hoo! Touchdown!”

                                            “I take it mom’s doing okay?”

                                            >”She’s got a few more aches in the morning she just ‘loves’ to tell me all about while I make breakfast… but other than that she’s fine.”

                                            >It may not be the same as talking to her, but you understand.

                                            >Just a quick check to make sure your old mare is doing okay before you carry on with your week.

                                            >But then you hear those words.

                                            >Those words you never expected to hear coming from the tearful voice of your father.

                                            >Your heart sinks like a stone, and your blood runs ice cold.

                                            >”Mom passed away… I’m so sorry Ruby…”


                                            >”Honey? Are you alright?”

                                            >Featherweight’s wing wraps around your shoulder as sit on the edge of the bed.

                                            >You’ll never get to speak to her again.

                                            “No… I don’t think I’m alright,” you whisper.

                                            >He holds you close and you hold him back as you try ride out the shock.

                                            >The strongest pony you ever knew is gone, but…

                                            >”Just like your old mare… I raised you myself didn’t I?”

                                            >No, she’s never really going to be gone.