Long Shot - A Dash of Luck (unfinished)

>You are anonymous

>Currently you are sitting next to your friend Flash at a girls soccer match.

>You've always hated soccer, to the point where it bores you to death

>But Flash had other reasons to drag you here

>You haven't been out much, due to a recent depressing break up

>That fucking bitch rarity had been cheating on you for the last month you were together

>Aside from barely talking to anyone, let alone women, your depression was starting to get to you

>So when Flash offered to be a bro and let you join him to the soccer game, you figured 'why the hell not.'

>Obviously after the game you had to find your own way home, but today you felt different, like the depression you were feeling was lifting and you wanted to try and put yourself back out there and have some actual human interaction for once.

>As the boring sport was droning on, you noticed a pattern in the game.

>The same girl was scoring constantly, moving around the field with such grace and style that no one could even come close to her or the ball.

>She had cyan blue skin and rainbow hair.

>You'd seen her around school but you never knew her outside of walking past her in the hallways

“Hey Flash, who's the Rainbow haired girl scoring all the goals?”

>”You mean Rainbow Dash? Shes the teams best player, without her this game wouldn't even be close. Why?”

“No particular reason, she just looked familiar.”

>”Ahh I see, only two weeks out of the game and you already got your eye on another girl eh?”

“No you fucker, I was just...wondering.”

 

>You couldn’t help but notice her on the field, to the point where you almost couldn't stop looking at her, even at those rare moments when she didn’t have control of the ball.

>You did admit, she was pretty good looking, from what you could tell at least

>Soccer uniforms weren't exactly flattering, but she pulled it off well.

>She looked tone and in shape, like she did nothing but train all year long.

>You were willing to bet that ass was firm, tits were nothing too special, but with sports bras keeping everything so tight, she might surprise you if you ever got the chance.

>”ANON!”

“Gah! What? What did I miss?”

>”Fuck man you were staring intensely at the game, I was just making sure you were still alive. I thought you said you weren’t a big soccer fan?”

“I'm not.”

>”Wouldn’t happen to be staring at that Rainbow Dash girl would ya?”

“No! I mean well sort of, but you cant really not look at her she always has the ball and stuff..”

>”Uh-huh, sure thats why when the ball is on the other side of the field you’re still looking at her. Its almost like you can only watch half of the game.”

>Shit.

>You had been caught.

>Before you can change the subject, Flash cuts in

>”Shes single you know, I bet if you hung around after the game you could talk to her, she'll usually stay after games to practice a bit.”

“Christ man, do you keep tabs on every girl that goes to school here?”

>”Pretty much yeah”

>You cock an eyebrow at him

>”Hey you cant blame me if I get around more than you, I'm just glad you decided to come out of the cave for once. Give her a shot man, I'm sure you'll do fine.”

 

 

“I don’t know, I'm not sure I want to hurry into anything yet.”

>”Come on, you were tappin one of the hottest chicks in school for a while, It may not have turned out that well in the end, but shit, you got game, I'm tellin you you can do this. And who cares about what happened in the past? There’s no time like the present, give it a shot, you might surprise yourself.”

“Yeah? You think so?”

>”I know so.”

>You ponder over the idea of talking to another girl again

“....Alright, I'll think about it”

>”There's the Anon I know. Seeing an opportunity and ready to pounce!”

>As much as you didn’t want to admit it, Flash had a point.

>Being a total shut in after a break up didn’t exactly help your chances with any other girls, might as well start anew.

 

 

>The game ended in dramatic fashion, a last minute goal by none other than Rainbow Dash.

>She seemed perfect to you

>As Flash walked away talking to some purple chick who looked more on the nerdy side, you took the opportunity to make your way back to the field.

>The bleachers were empty, but the lights were still on, and you could make out a figure on the field as you neared, juggling a soccer ball from the looks of it.

>The Rainbow hair confirmed your suspicions about who it was

>Flash the great stalker was correct again

>She looked busy practicing, so you decided to lean up against the fence post and let her finish her routine.

>You noticed her glance over a few times as you watched her

>She picks up the soccer ball and shouts

>”You another one of Norman's little pests?”

>You take the opportunity to start walking towards her

“No, I'm not even sure who that is. I just wanted congratulate you on that miraculous win. You've got a lot of talent.”

>”Yeah well it takes some hard work to be the best.”

“I've noticed. Don't they shut the lights off on you?”

>”Nah, I know the groundskeeper well, and I've done him a few favors here and there so he usually lets me practice a bit longer after games.”

“Ah. Well that sounds like a decent set up.”

>”Yeah....”

>She looks at you almost as if she recognizes you.

>”Hey aren't you Rarity's ex? That she recently broke up with?”

>Wow cutting to the chase

“Uh, yeah actually. It wasn't a pretty break up, you know how those can be.”

>”I don't actually, but from the way Rarity goes through guys it doesn’t come as a surprise to me. I've never seen you at a soccer game before, what brought you around on this particular game day?”

“Just something to get me out of the house really. Felt a little pent up and wanted to get out. Didn’t know I'd be witnessing the single handed domination of a team.”

>”You flatter me, really. Whats your name?”

 

“Anonymous, but everyone calls me Anon. I already know you’re Rainbow Dash.”

>”Good to meet you Anon, I'm glad you enjoyed the single handed antics of the great Rainbow Dash today, but I've gotta get going. There's homework waiting for me at home that I'm probably not gonna do.”

“I know the feeling.”

>”I'm sure you do, Anyway I'll catch ya tomorrow Anon.”

>She starts to head towards the parking lot

>An idea crosses your mind

>Its a long shot, but what the hell, no time like the present.

“Wait! Rainbow!”

>You shout after her

>”Yeah?”

“I know this is a long shot and all because we basically just met and all and you know I don’t want to sound like I'm coming on too strong or anyth-”

>”Spit it out.”

>Fuck. Here goes nothing.

“Ahh I was just wondering if you wanted to possibly accompany me to sugarcube corner after school tomorrow for a shake or something.”

>The next few seconds were paralyzing.

>She looked at you, looking up and down, almost like she was analyzing your figure.

>She had a sly smile on her face

>Then she looks up and replies:

>”I would... if there were school tomorrow.”

>Fuck. Its Friday you fucking idiot.

>”Tell you what though, I've got practice tomorrow morning until twelve, after that I'm free. You wanna pick me up around 1 at my house and we can go from there?”

>Holy fuck that worked

“Uh, sure that sounds great.”

>She takes out a pen from her bag and grabs your hand and starts to write on it

“Hey what are you doing.”

>”Giving you my number retard.”

“Oh, yeah ok.”

>”Text me tonight and I'll give you my address.”

“Sounds good! I'll see you tomorrow!”

>”Sure thing. Later!”

>Damn. Guess you do have some game.

>Flash is always right about this crap.

 

LATER THAT NIGHT

 

>You arrive home, dumbfounded at how easy that was

>You walk through the door into your room

>You look at your hand and think to yourself 'well might as well shoot her a text, find out where im going at least.'

>Taking out your phone you punch in the numbers scribbled on your hand

>This should be simple enough, you start to text:

 

“Hey Rainbow, its Anon. Lookin forward to seeing you tomorrow, can I get that address?”

 

>You anxiously wait for a reply.

>When one doesn't come immediately, you text your buddy Flash

 

“Bro, you’re a genius.”

>”How so?” he responds almost immediately

“Chatted up that Rainbow girl after the game like u said. I'm takin her out tmrw at 1.”

>”Fuk dude u work quick. GL my friend”

“Thanks bruh.”

 

>Dash still hasn’t responded

>You look at the clock

>Its only been 30 minutes

>Fuck shes either distracted or just a slow ass texter.

>You have become hard with anticipation

>Fuck it, might as well fap

>Just as you begin embrace your member, the phone goes off

>Of course, its her

>Excellent timing, almost as if on cue

>You open the message

 

>”12345 Cloudsdale ln. See u tmrw Anon ;)”

 

>You reply in an instant

 

“Thanks can't wait :)”

 

>That winky face

>You think she must want the D

>Just the thought makes you horny with excitement

>Fap furiously

>After your orgasm, you decide sleep is the best option

>Best to be rested for tomorrow's adventures

 

 

THE NEXT DAY

 

>You wake up and look at the clock

>11:00am

>Pretty early for a Saturday

>Didn't matter though, you had to prepare for your.....little...get together with Dash

>You hesitate to call it a date.

>Not sure why, the prerequisites were filled for the term 'date'

>Whatever, It'll all be clear soon

>You go through your routine, just slower than normal because its the weekend so no rush

>Shower, Shit, Shave

>You contemplate what to wear

>Jeans and a t-shirt was the usual for most days, but you felt like going the extra mile today

>Jeans and a button down flannel shirt with a 'Dash' of cologne because why not

>Feeling prepared enough you check the clock

>12:00pm on the dot

>Just one more thing to do to seal the deal

>You needed a car, but not the shitty old buick that was handed to you because your grandma couldn’t drive anymore

>You felt daring enough to see if your dad would lend you the souped up '67 Dodge Charger.

>That was Daddy's baby though, so this was going to be tough

>He loved that thing more than you

>You look to find him on the throne in the living room watching College football

>You notice his favorite team, FSU, is down by 7, but threatening to come back

>Perfect opportunity as he will be too distracted to care about your hefty request

>You decide to take the quick approach

“Hey dad can I borrow the Charger today? I'm takin a girl out.”

>”Huh? Yeah sure, whatever,” he says, not looking away from the screen

>SWEET!

>you grab the keys and bolt for the door

>just as you turn the knob on the door that leads to the garage he suddenly realizes what hes just done

>”Wait! Anon! Hold it right there! What makes you think you were going to be able to slip that one by me? You were close, I admit, but nothing gets by me when it comes to Darla!”

“Darla?”

 

>”Yes Darla! Thats her name, and learn to respect it! Now why do you need my Darla, why can't you take your own car?”

“Because... I want to impress a girl?”

>”Oh. Well.” he hesitates, “That explains the pretty boy get up and the cologne. I haven't seen you prep yourself up like this in a while. Come to think of it, you haven't gone out on a weekend in quite some time.”

>Dad never payed a lot of attention to you, or other bigger details in general for that matter.

>It was a wonder as to how Mom put up with him

>”Well. Since this is a matter of impressing a girl I guess I could let you take it. But I have conditions.”

>Fuck, that could mean anything from cleaning your room to washing every square inch of the house

>”1. Trash duty for a week, no complaining 2. Your room better be spotless 3. Darla comes back washed and shiny on the outside, and spotless on the inside.”

>Considering what it could have been, you lucked out

>You're almost skeptical this is your father talking to you

“Thats it?”

>”Yeah.”

“Just like that, just those three things and I'm good?”

>”Yes, Anon, you’re old enough to have your own responsibilities right? I can add more if you want.”

“NO! Uh, I mean, no I'm good. Its a deal.”

>”Good. Now get outta here before I change my mind, you’re keeping me from the game.”

>You bolt out the door and hop in the beautiful classic American muscle car

>You feel the steering wheel, sitting in perfect upkept leather seating.

>You started to understand why someone would love this thing more than their own offspring

>You turn the key and hear the engine purr like it was still in its prime, the obvious sign of a good owner

 

 

>The journey to Rainbow Dash's house begins in style.

>You have a little fun on your way, flooring it around corners, revving the engine whenever you can

>Being careful to watch for cops though, of course

>As you come to the neighborhood, you slow down, looking for the correct house in the process

>Its a decent neighborhood, similar to your own, maybe a bit more towards the lower end of the housing market, but still about average nonetheless.

>You pull into the corresponding house that matches the address you were given.

>You park the car and prep yourself

>'Ok Anon, you can do this, you’ve done it before, you can do it again. Hopefully it just ends better than the last one.'

>You step out of the car, walk up to the front door, and ring the doorbell

 

 

>You take a step back from the door and wait for someone to answer

>A man answers the door

>A huge, bulging, extremely muscular man

>You can safely assume this is probably Dash's father

>Your eyes widen at the figure standing before you

>A cold silence fills the air

>After a few seconds, you decide to try and clear the air

“Hi, uhh, I'm Anonymous, here to, uhh, uhmm hmm, pick up Rainbow Dash.”

>He stares at you for a few seconds, then slowly turns around leaving the door open and in a deep, rough voice calls for her

>”DASH! Some pretty boy here for you!”

>You stand there waiting outside the opened door, awkwardly

>You hear a faint reply from Rainbow Dash

>”Comin dad! You didn’t scare this one away did you?”

>”Well he hasn’t left yet has he sweetums?”

>You notice a change in his tone when he addresses her in what he believes to be a private conversation, even though you can hear every word.

>”Be careful you there baby, don’t want daddy's little gold metal to get hurt out there!” he says

>”Ugh, Dad! Quit it! I'm not 2!”

>She walks to the door, Hulking Dash Dad right behind her

>Shes wearing some decent casual clothing, Jeans and a semi-revealing V-neck.

>Maybe there was more to those breasts than you initially thought

>Rainbow gives you a surprised look

>”Hey Anon, you look uhh REALLY nice today.”

>Fuck, you think you may have overdone it a bit

“Thanks, ready to go?”

>”Yeah I'm all set”

>You step out of her path and hold you hand out as if to say 'lead the way'

>She takes the opportunity, and walks around the corner of the driveway out of sight

 

 

>Before you get the chance to follow her, you’re yanked backwards into the face of Dash Dad

>Hes an inch from your face

>An intense and serious look on his face

>His breath is hot and wreaks of what you can only make out to be barely cooked meat

>What comes next ensures his dominance in the confrontation

>”Don't fuck up”

>He lets go of you and turns to go back into the house

>You stand there frozen, trying to fathom what just happened

>As soon as you realize theres a girl at your car probably waiting for you to unlock the car, you snap out of your trance and walk towards Darla

>When you get to the car and unlock it, the pair of you take a seat and admire for a second the beauty of the car you are currently sitting in

>”Nice car, Who'd you rob to get it?”

“My dad”

>”Ha! Of course. I had a feeling this wasnt your usual ride, still props for getting it. I know my dad wouldn’t let me touch anything this expensive.”

>You start the engine and press on

“Whys that?”

>”Lets just say my Dad got tired of replacing the Mailboxes in the neighborhood.”

>You give a soft chuckle and begin to back out of the driveway.

 

 

>The drive to sugarcube corner is a relatively smooth one

>You small talk her a bit, shes really into sports, not just soccer, and loves the famous Wonderbolts flying team

>She takes a lot of opportunity to talk about herself, which is fine by you, you were always a good listener so you don’t mind

>She always worked hard, and like you suspected, trained all year round

>Almost seemed like she didn’t have much opportunity to get out and socialize much outside of sports teams

>You decide to ask her about it as you pull into the food establishment

“So you train a lot and all, but I haven’t heard you talk about any of your friends. I imagine you would hang out with your teammates right?”

>Silence

>Uh-oh, may have possibly touched a sensitive topic

>her facial expressions show a hint of sadness, although shes got a good poker face.

>You were always decent at being able to read body language, and she may look like shes ok, but a tiny millisecond frown followed by what comes next tells you she may have let her guard down a bit

>”I... I don’t really hang out with them outside of sports and sitting with them at lunch. I may be the team captain and all, but thats just because I'm kind of a hardass. I always push them to their limits which I know will pay off for them in the end, but I'm not exactly sure they appreciate me for it.”

>You're not surprised by what she just told you.

>Being a hardass may get you wins but definitely won't get you friends

>Still, the fact that she opened up to you so easily gives you a sense of comfort.

“Well, you’re just doing whats best for them. They may not realize it yet, but they will when they’re holding that trophy at the end of each year, they should know who to thank.”

>”Yeah, hopefully.”

>Well that could have went better, wasn’t going to hurt your chances though, you think

>Just a simple observation thats all, she'll understand

>You hope

 

>You both step out of the car

>Just before you enter the building Dash speaks up

>”I didn’t mean to spring my emotions on you like that, I usually don’t open up to people that easily. You just.... seemed like an easy person to talk to.”

“Don't worry about it, I don’t mind listening. Believe it or not I can actually sort of relate to what you’re going through.”

>You open the door for her

>She tilts her head

>”Really? How so?”

>As you walk into the place you head for the line to order, its decently long and you already know what you want, so the wait beings

“I used to play baseball until I was a sophomore.”

>”Why'd you stop?”

“I had to. I cared too much about winning, and not enough about just having fun with the game. To the point where everyone around me was suffering from my own shitty attitude. Winning consumed my life on and off the field. When someone finally told me, I took a step back from it all and decided it would be best if I removed myself.”

>”So you quit? Just like that?”

“Quit is a generous term, it was more of a team decision that I take at least a year off.”

>”You gonna go back?”

“I'm not sure yet. I've changed a lot since then. Calmed down a bit, but I've also been out of practice for a while as well. I don’t know if I can start it all again, or if I even want to.”

>”Thats some heavy shit there Anon. Takes a lot of heart to be able to sacrifice that much solely for the sake of one team.”

“Thanks. Enough of this depressing talk of me and my sob stories. Do you know what you want?”

>”Yeah ill just have a strawberry-banana smoothie, as always.”

“What a coincidence, thats my drink of choice too.”

>”Really? Good to know your taste is at least somewhat decent then.”

“Why, did you think I had bad taste?”

>”You seemed more like the 'chocolate everything' type.”

“The fuck does that mean?”

>”It means shut up and order our shit, were next.”

>You look ahead of you

 

>A large gap in the line alerts you to the clerk taking orders waiting for the next customer which happens to be you.

>You order your smoothies and find a place to sit and chat.

>Once at the table Rainbow starts to actually take an interest in you

>Well mostly about your former sports experiences with baseball

>You find out she also plays softball

>This doesn’t surprise you at all, considering shes played about every high school sport know to human kind

>The sports talk drones on for a bit, then she takes things to a more personal level

>”How far have you gone with a girl?”

>A little surprised by this question, you look at her with your best poker face

“uh, well I mean I don’t know if I should be-

>”You don’t have to tell me, if it makes you feel any more comfortable ill answer my own question if you do first.”

>You ponder for a second, and decide to go for it.

“Rarity was my first time going all the way.”

>”Yeah you and about 4 other guys I know. A few girls too.”

>You do your best to hide the explosion that just went on in your mind, the other guys you knew about, but other girls? Apparently you missed that side of Rarity when you were dating

“Well thats uhh, interesting to say the least. Anyway what about on your end of the spectrum?”

>”I've never been with another girl Anon.”

>You laugh a bit at the response

“That wasn’t really the question. Come on we had a deal.”

>”The deal was I would answer my own question, if you remember correctly.”

>Fuck.

>#REKT

>You feel almost betrayed by the answer

>Recognizing your disappointment she decides to humor you anyway

>”Funny enough I've never really dated or done anything with another guy either. In fact, your the first guy to take interest in me since I've been in high school.”

>You're surprised by this

>You figured the best athlete in school would get at least some attention from the opposite sex, even if she did have Rainbow colored hair.

 

“Really? I would have thought someone would take interest in you, I mean you’ve got a lot going for you with all the sports you play and how hard you work at them and all. Not to mention it keeps you in shape and very good looking, in my opinion at least.”

>Whoops

>May have shown your hand a bit early there

>”Well thanks, but not many other guys have really taken notice I guess. As much as I love having my rainbow hair I blame the whole gay pride rainbow thing, which really isn’t fair in my opinion. Who said the gays get the rainbow anyway?”

“I know! What the fuck is with that? I want the damn rainbow back.”

>”I'm glad you see it that way and didn’t judge based off of that bull shit.”

“Not a chance. I think its a beautiful hair style.”

>”Oh shut the fuck up, thats sooooo damn cheesy. You’re gonna make me puke.”

>Well you can't win em all

>You both laugh it off

>The rest of the day goes really well.

>You went to the park together, then later you went bowling which she later described as 'cute'

>This let you know that while she enjoyed the time you had, she definitely hinted more towards wanting to hit the bar scene

>You make a mental note of this for next time

>After what you thought of as a successful night, you drive her home

>Upon arrival, you cut the engine and exit the vehicle.

>You walk her to the door

>Rainbow turns to you before she goes in

>”Anon, I haven’t had that much fun in a while. Thanks for takin me out. We should do it again sometime.”

“I'd love to.”

>Then Rainbow quickly leans and gives you a peck on the lips

>Stunned by the action, Rainbow takes that opportunity to bolt into her house

>”See ya Anon, text me!”

>It takes a second for you to process what she just said

“Uhhh yeah definitely, later!”

 

>As soon as the coast is clear, you turn around towards your car and internally fist pump with a “yes,” whispered along with it.

>Your internal joy is then immediately dispersed for when you turn the corner to the driveway, Dash Dad is standing right in your path.

>You have no idea how he got there without you seeing, teleportation hadn't been invented yet, but somehow this guy had it figured out

>You stare at him wide eyed

>He looks down upon you with despair

>Seconds feel like hours as he stares deep into your soul

>Then he leans in close, closer than last time, only centimeters away from your nose

>”You're on good terms so far, you better hope it stays that way...... faggot.”

>He pushes past you back into his house

>As soon as hes out of sight, you release a breath of relief

>You get back in the charger, take it to get washed, then head home.

>Damn what a day