- >Flip it open. Flip it closed. Flip it open. Flip it closed.
- >It’s been like this since Dash left two days ago.
- >Of all the times you’ve seen her, this is certainly the most impatient one.
- >Happy face, sad face. The cycle continues.
- >You’re not sure how long you’ve just sat here watching her.
- >A part of it is the humor of it, but the other part feels sympathetic towards her.
- >”She still at it partner?”
- “Yep.”
- >Applejack sighs and adjusts her hat, “You talked to her yet?”
- >You shake your head.
- >”Think I should?”
- “Eyuup.”
- >Applejack moves off to talk with the bipolar Pinkie by the mailbox, another mare siting down by you.
- >”Still at it?”
- “Yep.”
- >”Poor dear. She’s always so worried about her friends.”
- >Sometimes it’s worth the wait for your friends.
- “Pinkie just wants to maximize the time she has to respond to Dash’s letter.”
- >Rarity should’ve been there when the mail p0ny came by the first time ‘round.
- >She was so excited that she tore open her mail with the ferocity of a Bengal tiger.
- >The look on her face was priceless.
- >You don’t think she needs to be worried about avoiding those embarrassing wingboners.
- >Spam mail.
- >Even in Equestria…
- >”She really should put her mind elsewhere. All this worrying can’t be good for her.”
- “I wouldn’t worry about her worrying. She’s been eating plenty of grass and sleeping with one eye open.”
- >”W-what has she been drinking?”
- >You put on a sly grin to creep her out.
- >”You’re sick.”
- “And you love me anyways.”
- >”That can be fixed.”
- >No it can’t.
- >You lean back on the bench, cracking the bones pleasantly.
- “I’ve been running water detail for her. Someone has to.”
- >”Well you don’t have to do that anymore. I’m going to help as well.”
- >*growl* Dammit still? It’s been quiet for a good week now, yet it always seems to pop up.
- >”I think you should fetch some food yourself.”
- “You can say that again. Keep an eye on her for me?”
- >She nods and you take a short stroll to Sugarcube Corner.
- >The door dings upon your arrival and the smell of fresh goods does not help your growling stomach.
- >Just need something to take the edge off.
- >Mrs. Cake is working the register today and you wave at her.
- >”Good morning Anon. How can I help you?”
- “Hmmm, let’s see.”
- >She’s got the usual stuff, but you’re craving a good cupcake right now.
- “I think I’ll take one of the Sugar Surprises.”
- >”Good choice.”
- >Of course it’s a good choice. It was one of Pinkie’s specials after all.
- >A trade secret they called it, one that you can’t tell even yourself.
- >Serious business.
- >She slides the treat over the counter.
- “How much do I owe you?”
- >”Don’t worry about it hun.”
- “For reals?”
- >”For reals.”
- >”With the way you’ve been watching over Pinkie it’s the least I can do.”
- >You shrug and take the plate.
- “Who am I to say no to free food?”
- >”You take care now.”
- >Thanking her you head back outside the rest of Pinkie’s friends trying to talk some sense into her.
- >Breakfast and a show. What else can you ask for?
- >You take a bite as you overlook them.
- >Hmmm, raspberry this time. Gives grape a run for its money.
- >Pinkie’s still rambling on about how Dash will forget about us.
- >Dash would never forget her friends, you know that, but maybe it would be nice for her to see a friendly face.
- >As a present to Pinkie Pie, you’re going to head on up there and jog her memory.
- >But how to get up there?
- >Now that you think about it, you know a Pegasus who could help with that.
- >You head outside P0nyville and spread your wings, as far as the nubs could spread.
- >For a hulking guy he really had some pathetic extremities, wings not being the last of it.
- >Flapping your wings came as easily to you as walking does now, probably due to his muscle memory.
- >Such a complex act memorized through repetition.
- >You still look silly as all hell, but damn if you aren’t flying.
- >As you head closer to the academy you make sure to keep a low profile.
- >Some p0nies from town had been called up here and Snowflake would have some explaining to do.
- >That’s something you don’t want to get into.
- >You head up from the bottom and land right up on the edge of the Academy.
- >Dusting a few clouds bits off your shoulders you walk out onto the open field, a few of the fliers in the throes of their training.
- >Well more caught up in with the whole of them wound up in the clouds.
- >Must’ve hit a snag.
- >”Hey! Visitors are restricted from the track until break!”
- >That tone, those glasses, that whistle, that military uniform.
- >You fucking hated that type.
- >You recognize the Pegasus as Spitfire, Dash shoved the poster in your face when you didn’t know who the Wonderbolts were.
- >Never say that to Dash.
- >She and her two staff members approach you on the track, “Care to explain yourself.”
- >You look around trying to find something.
- “Oh sorry, I was just looking for the sign that said that.”
- >She points her hoof off to the side, the sign a giant middle finger to your entire argument.
- “Fucking hell…”
- >”Anything else you got wise guy?”
- “That’s my bad than ma’am. I didn’t see it.”
- >She huffs lightly, “Don’t worry about it. I’m just thinking of your own safety here. Don’t want a stray flier crashing into any bystanders.”
- “You don’t need to worry about that ma’am, I’m made of sterner stuff than I look.”
- >Taking another look into the mess of fliers you don’t notice Rainbow Dash.
- >”Visiting someone in particular?”
- “Yes actually. Do you happen to know where I can find Rainbow Dash?”
- >She points over to one of the buildings up in the clouds.
- >”She and Lightning Dust just finished up the course. They’ll be off in the mess hall.”
- “Thanks for your-“
- >She stops you as you try and walk away, “How’d you get up here by the way?”
- >Gotta think fast.
- “I know a guy who gave me a lift.”
- >”You able to walk on clouds?”
- >You scratch your head as a feeling of nervousness washes over you.
- >”I think I’ll follow you just in case.”
- “Thanks.”
- >She nods to her fellows and takes you by the arm to the cloud top.
- >She’s definitely strong for a Pegasus.
- >”Alright now I’m going to let you off gently. If you don’t feel your feet touch it then tell me right away.”
- >Spitfire lowers you down your feet hanging just above the surface.
- >Moment of truth.
- >The soles of your feet shift as you touch the cloud’s surface.
- >It’s a strangely familiar sensation.
- >You felt the same when you were impersonating Snowflake.
- >”Well I’ll be- You’re just full of surprises.”
- “You don’t know the half of it.”
- >She lets go and hovers a few feet away as you get used to your footing.
- >So altered muscles isn’t all you got from Snowflake after all.
- >At least hoof-foot isn’t as noticeable as those damned claws.
- >”If you ever need another lift just find one of our staff and we’ll help you out.”
- “Appreciate it.”
- >You move up to the mess hall that she pointed out earlier and step inside.
- >The hall’s mostly empty save for two pegasi. One turquoise mare you haven’t seen and-
- “Well well well,” you slowly clap your hands, “If it isn’t the infamous Rainbow Dash.”
- >She turns her head with a grin, “Anon?”
- “Expecting someone else?”
- >She flies into you for a hug before releasing you for a hoof bump.
- >”What in Equestria are you doing here?”
- “I came up to do some recon and make sure you haven’t completely forgotten about us.”
- >”Like I could ever forget you guys.”
- >You look over to the other Pegasus who’s slowly walking up.
- “And who’s your friend?”
- >”Oh, this is Lightning Dust. Dust, meet Anon. He’s a friend of mine from P0nyville.”
- >She shakes your hand, “Sup.”
- >There’s something about her that you can’t quite place.
- >”Does your friend want to join us for some grub Dash?”
- >Dash looks to you, “Got anything to do?”
- “Not at all,” she leads you to one of the tables.
- >”Give me a sec and I can grab you some chow.”
- >She’s off like a bullet and you look to Lightning Dust who’s polishing some trinket on her suit.
- “What’s that?”
- >”This? Oh it’s nothing, just my badge for being Lead P0ny.”
- >Looks nice.
- >”Isn’t easy to be the best, but I manage.”
- >Alright that’s what you smelled about her.
- >She’s a stuck-up cunt.
- >But she’s a friend of Dash and that means you’ve got to be nice to her.
- >That smug grin on her face makes you want to slap the shit out of-
- >…
- >Twilight needs to hurry up on that project of hers.
- >It isn’t easy with this virus in your veins.
- >The thwack of the platter brings you to, Dash sliding beside you.
- >”Sorry about that. I couldn’t figure out what you wanted.”
- “No worries Dash. Thanks again.”
- >”Anything for my friend.”
- >You take a bite of some jello when you catch a glimpse at her badge.
- >Lightning Dust’s was gold, but hers is silver.
- “What’s with the badge?”
- >”Oh that…”
- >Lightning Dust cuts in, “She’s my wing p0ny. Together we’re an unstoppable team. I wouldn’t want any of those other chums by my side.”
- >And there she goes with the talking again.
- >Every single time…
- >You can tell that she’s getting on Dash’s nerves as well.
- “Really? I always thought of her as more of a leader.”
- >”Spitfire said I like to push myself so that’s why she made me Lead.
- >”It’s for the best,” Dash says with a tinge of pain in her voice.
- >Being a Wonderbolt has been her dream and now it’s in danger because of Thunder Cunt here.
- >Maybe if you… No, don’t even think about it.
- >You try and drown out the voices by devouring your food but they don’t help.
- >This amuses Thunder Cunt, “Slow down there champ it’s not going anywhere.”
- >Your eyes meet hers and she backs the fuck down.
- >”Not that I could tell you how to eat.”
- >Or who.
- >Your stomach growls roughly and you wince.
- >Dash puts a hoof on your arm, “You OK Anon?”
- “Must’ve eaten something bad.”
- >She looks at you with concern, “Did you order a Sugar Surprise?”
- “It was free!” you try to reason with her.
- >”That’s just like you. You know how they knock you on your flank.”
- >So very worth it, but you know this isn’t because of that.
- >You need a warm fleshy body to dive into.
- >You could put on their flesh like a new coat and take a stroll.
- >The sun beating down on you, wind at your back.
- >You squeeze your leg through your jeans and inhale sharply.
- >The strength of your grip fights the durability of your bones, neither able to overcome the other.
- >That just makes this an incredibly painful ordeal.
- >One that takes your mind off of things.
- >Dash watches as you finish off your plate, “Gonna lick the rim?”
- “Rarity would have my head.”
- >She rolls her eyes, “You’d roll over and beg if she wanted you to.”
- >You’re appalled. How could she think something like that?
- “I’d roll over but begging is one step too far. I have my standards.”
- >”I thought you turned those over for her to redesign.”
- >You squint your eyes and think of a response.
- “Touché.”
- >You put down your fork and rub your belly.
- “Damn that hit the spot.”
- >”Glad you liked it.”
- >Lightning Dust clears her throat, “We going to stretch for the next exercise or do you two want to talk all day?”
- >”Yeah. You don’t mind do you Anon?”
- “Not at all. Have fun.”
- >You follow Dash out the door and watch as she flies down towards the field.
- >”So what’s the deal with you?”
- >Thunder Dust approaches from the back while Dash is away, “Do you have a problem with me?”
- “I keep to myself thank you.”
- >She moves around you to block your path, “Right there, I heard it in your voice.”
- “Do you want me to be frank?”
- >”I sure do.”
- >You rub your chin and stare her down.
- “I don’t think you’re worth being Lead P0ny. You’re not the type. Headstrong. Dash is the same way, but she doesn’t reek of cunt all the time.”
- >”You think you have me all figured out don’t you?”
- “No, but I could tell the second I met you that you’re not worth my time, let alone the Wonderbolts.”
- >Take that cunt face.
- >She glares at you with response, a seething rage carrying off her body.
- >”Let me tell you something Anon. I don’t care who you think you are, but I’m more than good enough for the Wonderbolts.”
- >She points out to Spitfire out on the field, “She promoted me to Lead P0ny. She’s the one I’m trying to impress not some bipedal monkey with a big mouth.”
- “Big words for a tiny mare.”
- >”Your friend is good, but I’m better. You want proof? Fine, you’ll get your proof. Try not to get blown away.”
- >She gives you one last glance before bolting off to join Rainbow Dash.
- >Something about what she said was downright unsettling.
- >Your not so much worried about what she could do to you, but more so what it might take for that to happen.
- >”Alright let’s gather up,” you hear Spitfire yell from the field below.
- >You head to the cloud’s edge as the previously occupied fliers meet up with their drill instructor.
- >You want to be there for Dash but when you look around you don’t see any of the so called staff Spitfire told you about.
- >The gap between you and the floating course is fairly wide…
- >An idea drills its way to your conscious mind and you silently grin.
- >Worse case scenario you miss and morph back into Snowflake.
- >You back up to get a running start, grinding your feet into the cloud.
- >Sprinting forward you leap up at the last second, your astounding strength sending you speeding upwards.
- >Shit shit too high!
- >You flail your body as you come falling back down to earth.
- >You manage to slow down enough not to splat against the ground.
- >When your feet touch the ground your body follows in a continuous roll forwards.
- >The spinning is kind of annoying.
- >After further slowing you manage to end your roll and land on your feet.
- >You dust yourself off like nothing happened even as Spitfire walks your way with a chuckle.
- >”Very smooth.”
- “You should watch me dance,” you joke as she passes you.
- >Spitfire leaves the runway off to her office no doubt, another staff member explaining the rules.
- >It’s basically cloud smashing, but you have to stick with your partner the whole way through.
- >You stand by the scoreboard, “Get set. Go!”
- >A blast of wind hits you as Dust and Dash take off into the sky.
- >Dust’s eyes hit you and a chill rolls up your spine.
- >You won’t let her intimidate you.
- “Go Rainbow Dash!”
- >Dash smiles at you and pushes herself even faster into the sky.
- >You couldn’t be more proud of her.
- >She bucks her hooves into a cloud and it explodes into nothingness.
- “That’s one point for Dash.”
- >He tallies it up, Dash already scoring another two.
- “Two more.”
- >Looks like she’s going in for a super.
- >Using her wings she slices three in a row and they fade into mist.
- “Add three.”
- >The Pegasus drops the piece of chalks in a fit of annoyance.
- >”Do you want to do my job or what?”
- “I’d certainly do it faster than you.”
- >He steps to the side and lets you have at it.
- >Like a sir.
- >You jot down the scores, one eye on the sky and the other on the board.
- >Derpy doesn’t have shit on you.
- >”Two. One. One.”
- >Ok you can see how he got annoyed by that.
- >Dust certainly does a good job with Rainbow Dash, but nothing spectacular.
- >They do make a great team.
- >You could never deny that.
- >But she’s not the hot stuff she implies.
- >Dust turns to Dash and says something, but they’re too high up for you to hear them even with your sensitive ears.
- >She looks at you, her eye’s holding a devious gleam about them.
- >What’s she doing?
- >Rainbow Dash looks uneasy but follows Dust nonetheless.
- >The two fly in a circle, each loop subsequently faster than the last until they begin sucking up nearby clouds.
- >She better not be doing what you think she is.
- >They fade into the center of the building twister as it inches towards more of the clouds.
- >”Wow,” the stallion whistles, “Keep tallying.”
- >You drop the chalk and take a step towards it.
- >”Hey what do you think you’re doing?”
- >How could she be so stupid?
- >The twister wavers, Dust shooting out the side.
- “Shit! Get the other fliers out now!”
- >”What’s the matter they can handle-“
- >You grab him by the scruff of his jacket.
- “NOW!”
- >You lob him upwards and Dash soon follows in being thrown out of the twister.
- >And now it’s coming right for you.
- >You brace for impact and the twister takes you clean off your feet and spiraling inside.
- >Clenching your eyes shut doesn’t help much but it does keep you from seeing funny.
- >The sharp shrieks from the fliers reaches your ears and you feel yourself being sucked out just as fast as you were pulled in.
- >Your back cracks against the flag pole and you grab hold of yourself painfully.
- >The infection numbs the pain and you watch as the twister continues its rampage across the runway.
- >What’s that at the edge of the field? It looks like a balloon and there’s-
- >No no no.
- >Dash sees the same thing and shoots towards them.
- >The twister tears the balloon apart in a matter of seconds and- they fall.
- “No…”
- >Dust lands next to you, “Blown away.”
- >You grab her neck.
- “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?! This isn’t a fucking game you-!”
- >You sprint down the track but stop halfway down as you see the other fliers touching your friends down.
- >They saved them. Thank god.
- >You- you have to find a place to breath.
- >Moving over to the tree line you lean against one of the bases and begin to dry heave.
- >A spark ignites within you and your fingers begin to press into the bark.
- >Seeing them safe brings relief, but when you see the cause of their danger.
- >Your teeth clench as your hands begin to shift and cut through the wood.
- >The muscles in your arms ands legs double in size and you stare at Lightning Dust from concealment.
- >Spitfire, pissed beyond belief, rips the badge from her suit and pins it on Dash.
- >She slumps off in defeat, flying towards her dormitory.
- >This is her last day at the Academy it seems.
- >Good for you.
- >You look to your left as you enter the dormitory.
- >C54, Lightning Dust.
- >So she rooms alone, even better.
- >You knock on the door, Dust slowly opening the door.
- >”Hey Anon,” she say softly and moves to her bed where she continues to pack.
- >”Looks like you were right after all. Headstrong… Not good enough for the Wonderbolts.”
- >You close and flip the door lock, the curves of your mouth flared lightly.
- >”I did something that endangered your friends, Dash’s friends and my fellow p0ny. I don’t know what to say besides… I’m sorry.”
- “Consider us even,” you respond earning her attention.
- >”What- *gulp* W-w-what’s wrong with your hands…”
- >You crack your neck and growl.
- “This is personal.”
- >You spread your arms and flip to the other side of the bed.
- >A knock on the door stirs you from your light nap, “Dust you’ve got a half hour to get your stuff.”
- >Oh yes. You rub your belly at the memory. Extra tender.
- >So now that you’ve had your fill what next?
- >Get off the premises disguised as Dust, dispose the baggage and-
- >You look at yourself in the mirror.
- >This is what you’ve become. It’s instinctual.
- >The more you consume the more you lose sight of yourself.
- >When you… did the others. The memories were hazy like- You don’t know.
- >But when you shut the door on Lightning Dust it was so clear.
- >You made the choice, it was you.
- >You close your eyes and put your head against the mirror.
- >Please god.
- >End this nightmare.
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Evolved Anon: Chapter 5 (Lightning Cunt)
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