Rainbow in the Dark II

>Day I <3 America on Earth

>Be Rainbow Dash

>You wake to the sound of loud horns

>Stretch wings and hooves

>You yawn widely as you pat your mane into shape

>What a crazy dream you had

>You look about and see that you are on a hard mattress wrapped in black blankets

>You hate the colour -black-, or rather, you hate -black- for being the absence of light and thus, not reflecting anything back into your eyes

>You hate how you remember this because Twilight scolded you about confusing colours.

>This is too much thinking for one morning

>Your nose picks up a delicious scent

RD: Oh gosh, I am starving

>Stomach roars

>You race out of bed and around a sharp turn

>Anon is standing by a stove with a spatula in hand

A: Mornin'! I made pancakes with blue-berry compote

>Sounds delicious

>You make yourself comfortable at a seat nearby

>You spin a plate set out in a small loop with one hoof

RD: Fancy dining-ware ya got here, Anon

A: Oh, that old plate? It's the only one in the house!

RD: Uh, you mean the "best" one, right?

A: Rainboom, why would I own more than one plate?

>For a moment, you truly consider this

>You realize he is nuts after all

>You see another plate made of paper nearby

>It's all coming together

>You fidget in your chair

>What's taking so long? The food smells done already

>Anon walks over to your plate with the pan in his hand and scoops a pancake out

>Two more pancakes make a perfect stack on your nice plate

RD: This looks great!

>You raise a nearby fork

>Anon snatches the fork from you

RD: Hey! What's the big idea?

A: Uh-uh-uh, I need to add the blue-berries

>Anon takes a small pan and drips a hot syrup onto the pancakes

>They look more delicious than before!

A: Now they're ready!

>You grin and ready your fork again

Anon: Hang on a tick... how are you doing that?

RD: Doing what?

Anon: How are you holding that fork?

RD: With my hoof, duh?

>Anon gets close to your hoof and sizes it up

A: That's almost disturbing, you have it stuck in a way between your hoof and heel that just seems like it would hurt?

RD: Are you sayin' I don't know how to hold a fork?

A: No, but it makes me question everything I know about fork holding

>Anon is too crazy sometimes

>Stomach bellows as if trying to silence Anon

A: Oh my, you are hungry, aren't you? Better eat up, I can make more if you want

>Without further interruption, you stuff a hot, syrupy pancake in your mouth

>The flavors are delectable as your tongue is bathe in sizzling, sticky warmth

>You chew slowly through the first, taking in all these flavors

>Nutmeg, definitely... cinnamon-sugar... blue-berry, of course... and almond? Yes, almond

>You feel the wondrous sensation and savior each morsel as the pancake is worked into pulp in your strong jaws

>With a final, hard swallow, you clear the first delicious sample

RD: Oh, Anon, these are amazing!

A: Thank you, I try!

>You quiver as you raise another pancake to your lips

>Just the feeling of the sticky compote caressing your muzzle causes you to sigh with content

>You plunge the gooey morsel deep into your mouth and chew quickly

>Each bite is bliss

>You clear the plate in 10 seconds flat and run your tongue across any remaining traces of blue-berry

>Anon laughs from behind you and you look over the plate

A: More?

>You nod in agreement

>He puts another three onto your dish and swirls on more of the blue-berry topping

RD: Anon, I never knew you could cook so good. Why did you buck apples when you could have worked at Candy Corner?

A: I... I don't know. I wasn't planning to stay long enough to get a tax-return

>You don't understand what Anon is saying

>Who cares? Pancakes!

A: Oh, oh yeah! Taxes... I remember now

>You clear yet another plate of the joyous pancakes and slouch in place

>You're belly puffs out a bit as you breathe deeply

>A nap would be perfect after such a big meal

RD: So full. Anon, I think I'm in love with your pancakes

A: Ha ha! I am glad you enjoyed them

>You flutter over to the sink and put the plate in the basin

>A nearby couch invites you to lay down on your back

RD: Well, this ain't Cloudsdale, but it ain't half-bad

>You see Anon cleaning up

>You roll around a bit to try and soften the couch

>Everything Anon owns feels like stone floors to you

>Seriously, how can anypony sleep like this?

>Anon sits at your hooves

A: Ah, nothing like a short rest after good food. How'd you sleep?

RD: Oh, it was... nice?

A: OK, great, you can have that bed while you stay over

RD: Yeah, great... thanks, Anon

Anon: Sure thing, Dashie

>You fiddle a bit more to try and align your mane down your neck

>Nothing worse than a long mane getting sweat down your back

>You contemplate cutting it for a moment

>Suddenly, you feel something on your hoof

>Anon's hand idly strokes your back leg down to your hoof

>You fly into the air and pull your legs in

RD: Hey! Watch it!

A: Hmm, something wrong?

>You land back on the couch to one corner

RD: I don't like other ponies touching my hooves

A: Oh, sorry... you feel soft

>Soft?

>You are tough, sinewy even

RD: Don't get any funny ideas, buddy

>You scowl at Anon

>He looks back in slight confusion

RD: Just because we're sharing this space, doesn't mean you can just start being all "girly" with me

A: Me? Girly? I'll have you know that I am a manly man

>Anon puffs out his chest

RD: Then don't try to brush my mane or touch my hooves

A: How would that make me girly? And who said I was going to brush your mane?

>You smirk, all-knowing about Anon

RD: Fluttershy told me all about how much you loved brushing her mane

A: What? That's not true! She forced me to brush her mane for ten hours one day...

RD: She "forced" you to do it? Fluttershy isn't the "forcing" type

A: No, I swear. Fluttershy was crazy with me. She was trying to get me to breed her!

>You can't believe Anon would say such nonsense about your best friend

RD: Fluttershy would never try to "breed" with you! That pony's lucky if she could stand seeing bunnies mate without having a conniption

A: It's all true, she tried to rape me on multiple occasions. Sometimes, she even went so far as to hold me as a hostage or drug me!

>Anon really reads too many comic books

>What a nerd

>You roll around to your side

RD: Anon, you're a pretty cool guy and all, but Fluttershy would never try to "rape" anypony

>Anon crossed his arms and huffed under his breath

RD: I mean, it's not like you'd even be able to really "do" anything

>You chuckle to yourself as you imagine how small Anon must be

>What would a human's -thing- even look like

>How absurd

>Hahaha

>Right? Yeah, crazy, lets drop this thought

A: I bet she'd love it, if I ever wanted to... which I didn't! Which is why we didn't...

RD: Anon, don't beat yourself up. Ponies are ponies and you're just a human after all. I'm sure Fluttershy would be happy to go on a pretend date with you

A: If you only knew what that psycho knows about "relationships"

RD: You can't be serious? Fluttershy doesn't even go to my favor... I mean, the well-known bathhouse we're nothing in particular happens. Certainly nothing involving other fillies

>You scrunch your face and turn your head from Anon

A: Why doesn't anyone ever believe me about Fluttershy?

RD: It's just so... impossible! Fluttershy is kind and loving, but easily spooked by other ponies. She almost had a date once, I hooked her up with a stallion in flight school

>You stop for a moment

A: Yeah? What happened?

RD: Well, they kind of went out for dinner at some fancy restaurant and it ended with Fluttershy spilling her spaghetti all over him. Then, she broke down and flew out the doors while crying

A: Whoa, sounds pretty rough

RD: It was! She was walled up at home for three days. Kept calling herself a, "Spaghetti monster"

A: I see why you wouldn't believe me when I tell you she bound and gagged me one evening, stripped me and nearly had her way with me. She would have won there if Twilight hadn't come in and scared her off... though it made Twilight think I was into some extremely weird form of knot-tying and she bought me all these books...

RD: Sounds... like... Twi

>Anon sure is graphic

A: The point is, Flutterstutter totally wanted me to brush her mane... and breed her

RD: Well, lets just drop that whole idea until I can ask her myself

A: Yes, fine, good idea

>You sit there on the couch for a moment

>The thoughts of Anon being so forceful to your friend bounces around in your head

>It is kind of wrong to you

>You keep thinking about Fluttershy protesting against Anon

>Her cute, desperate attempts to get away

>Fluttershy's glistening flank

>This is getting lewd quickly

>You suddenly realize Anon has not spoken since you said to drop the subject

>You quickly look at him

RD: Hey, Anon... why did you want to date Fluttershy so bad?

>Anon looks at you with fiery eyes burning through his mask

A: There was no dating, it was straight rape! Bus-stop rape! Do not pass go, do not collect $200!

>He seemed a bit more hysterical than you had anticipated

RD: Ok, ok, so you didn't date her or didn't want to date her. So, um, what do you think -she- was thinking about when you two were on your not-dates?

A: She wanted the "D"

>You eyes go wide for a moment

>You can't believe he just said it like that!

RD: Pfft, haha! The "D", hahah!

A: Wh-what's so funny?

RD: I can't see it! I just can't picture Fluttershy ever having sex! Especially with you!

>You roll around the couch

>You laugh like a maniac at the absurdity of it all

>An overwhelming presence is suddenly around you

>You open your eyes

>Anon's face is just an inch from your own

A: It's almost hurtful that you think -I- wouldn't be able to make some pony a happy mare

>Anon closes in

A: You don't even know what I'm capable of, Prism Slash

RD: H-hey, Anon, what'd I say about being this...

>Anon grabs you by your front right hoof

RD: Hey, watch it!

>You see a small grin form across his face

>You try to pry him off with your lower hooves

>His body is too close to get a good kick going

>You can feel his intense cold pouring from his body

RD: A-Anon, stop it now! I-it's not funny anymore!

>You plead with Anon to let go

A: Don't think I could satisfy a mare, right? Don't think I'm good enough, is that it?

>You look at Anon with horror

>What is he thinking?

A: Well, I'll show you...

>His voice trails off into a whisper

>Anon's cold breath runs down your neck

>The world stands still for a moment

>You shut your eyes tight and a tear runs out

>Why is this happening?

>You wish you were home in bed and away from Anon

>He's never been like this before

>Did you really tease him so badly?

>Anon lifts his head back up and you kick out with your free hoof

>Direct hit!

>Anon's mask flies off

>You cringe in horror as the mask reveals the face of...

>Big Macintosh!

RD: Y-you? I never trusted you! You were toying with me the whole time!?

>Big Mac laughs cruelly for a moment

BMc: Eeeeyup!

>You scream as his mouth closes quickly with your own

>The world goes black

 

>Be Anon

>You swear you had awoken Rainbow Dash an hour ago from her couch nap

>You look over to see her flailing lightly in the air

>Drool hangs from her mouth

A: Ohh, how cute~. She's having a little pony dream. I wonder what ponies dream about? Probably meadows and rainbows and pooping rainbows

>You decide you are not good at dream interpretation

A: Eh, Freud would know...

>You shake Rainbow Dash a little harder this time

>She finally wakes up!

>The last thing you see is a wide-eyes Rainbow Dash sailing at you with a hoof raised

>See paragraph 1, line 208

 

>Be Rainbow Dash

>Your heart beats furiously in your chest

>You breathe heavily for a moment and look around

>Anon is at your hooves with a horseshoe mark on his head

>You bend over him

RD: Yo, Anon... you alright?

>Anon twitches for a moment

RD: Yeah, you're going to be fine

>You realize sleeping after that big meal caused you to have weird nightmares

>You make a note to not do that in the future

>A sigh escapes your lips as the nightmare is shaken from you

>You shudder to think about Anon being so wicked

>He'd never force himself on you or anypony

>You nudge him a few more times until he raises

A: Why'd you kick me in the face?

>Anon groans and stands to his feet

RD: Nightmare... accident. Not gonna talk further

A: OK?

>You stretch out your hind legs and wings

RD: So, I suppose... I need to ask. Where's the little mare's room around here?

>Anon points to a doorway

RD: I'll be back in a moment... just, uh, if you are going anywhere, don't forget where I am, alright?

>Anon nods slowly with concern in his eyes

A: That must have been a doozy of a nightmare

RD: It was. Not talking about. Bathroom

>You take off into the bathroom

>The door slams behind you

>Stupid nightmare wet-dreams making you this hot and bothered