Fanfic of a Fanfic: Broken Wings Pre-Epilogue

---- Another alternate ending/perspective for MisterElGuapo's 'Broken Wings' that I was challenged to make by some anon -----

 

>You are Rainbow Dash

>Currently, you’re on a dirt road with heavy saddlebags secured to your back

>And you are crying

>You weren't sobbing anymore

>You had gotten too tired to do so

>Instead, silent teardrops maintained a steadily flow down your face

>The road had taken you around ponyville

>Longer route, but it was for the best

>If anyone saw you in your current state...

>You sit down and, despite your physical and emotional exhaustion, you begin to sob heavily again

>By Celestia, what was wrong with you!?

>You...y-you didn't need him

>You were Rainbow Dash, best flyer in all of Equestria!

>Unfortunately, boasting to yourself whilst crying on a deserted dirt road didn't do much to calm you down

"Dammit Anon...why?"

>Your voice cracks on the ‘why’

>Whatever you did to distract your mind, it always came back to him

>Anonymous

>You remembered back to the first time you looked into his eyes after the accident

>How he said he promised to fix you up

>Make you whole again

>You couldn’t exactly pin the moment that you developed feelings for him

>But you knew that, initially, you were disgusted with yourself

>Anon wasn't a pony... he was a talking, hairless ape that walked on two legs

>You blamed the drugs and painkillers at the beginning

>...But you never forgot that promise

>You shut your watery eyes, trying to drown out the rest of the world as you dwell on the past

>When anything happened, you wanted him next to you

>Anything.

 

>He quickly became the only person you trusted in your life

>and soon after you had moved into his private clinic...

>The only one you wanted in your life at all

>As you healed and grew stronger with him, so had your affection

>By then, you couldn't deny the tingling in your chest when you were near him

>You loved him

>You.

>The most outspoken and tomboyish pegasus in all of ponyville...

>was in love with human

>You never felt this way about anyone

>Anything, for that matter

>Deep down... you knew you'd never feel it again either

>Regardless of how tightly you squeezed your eyelids shut, the tears found a way out

>A muted, hollow smile comes across your face as you think back to that fateful day,

>When you had almost told him about your feelings

>How he made you feel warm

>How he made you feel safe

>How he made you feel...

>Loved.

>What would have happened, you wonder, if you had told him?

>If, by some extraordinary feat, you could have gained control of your tongue to form those three words

"I-I...love you"

>But now it was far too late

>Far too late to change everything

>You open your eyes

>It was getting dark

>4 maybe 5 hours had passed since you had stopped

>You will yourself to move on

>Every part of your body feels dead or broken

>But you move, nonetheless

>What carries you forward remains a mystery

>Adrenaline?

>Resentment?

>Or some sad hope you'd be able to win him over?

>You continue to lumber forward, heading for home

>But in reality, you’d didn’t know where to go

>You just kept walking

 

[www.rainymood.com]

>Eventually it started to lightly rain

>It wasn’t your first time walking alone in the rainfall

>But you couldn’t shake off the coldness of each passing drop of freezing water

>Eventually you became so numb that you couldn’t distinguish the drops from each other

>It just felt like a sole shower of misery was hitting you with everything it had

>You drag yourself forward, ponyville in the near distance as you approach your castle in the clouds

>Unknowing to you, the colors of your once vivid and bright mane were now muted, reflecting a stained haze

>In time, the rain changes from its once spitting-like pace to a steady and constant rhyme

>Each drop falls in unison, reverberating a continuous pitter patter against the ground

>You don’t remember the weather team scheduling such a storm

>Honestly though, you didn’t care

>The clamor of downpour had done its best to distract you from your painful thoughts

>Now your mind was void, empty and drained just like the rest of you

>In a few minutes, you were in front of your little castle in the clouds

>It wasn’t as high up as cloudsdale but it was high enough to avoided by land travelers

>The puffy yet solid white walls, which you once thought stood as a monument to your own toughness, now only gave you the impression of a personal prison

>You didn’t know if you’d ever leave it, once you were inside

>Just shut the door on your friends, on ponyville, on the world

>On Anon

>All you manage is a sniffle

 

>You had probably exhausted your tear supply

>Up until today, you didn’t think you had one

>But you started to not mind the tears as you went on

>It felt like you were physically expelling all the gloom trapped in your little frame

>Despite that feeling of release, the pain was always ever present

>Nothing you did could rid you of this vacant, raw sentiment

>Stopping directly under the castle, you go to spread your wings

>Instantly your mind shoots back to when you’d flown your first time with Anon

>You remember every feel, every amber of joy and pure delight as you playfully tackled him into the ground

>In that moment, you are there on top of him

>Both you laughing, not giving a care for the world, lost in each other’s embrace

>Slowly, the laughter is shattered into the present familiar sound of drizzling rain

>You wince, as if physically wounded by your return to the dark, distasteful reality

>Closing your eyes to keep any other agonizing memories at bay, you flap your wings and ascend to your private fortress

>You don’t recall what happened the events following

>You closed the large gate and had somehow made it to your bed

>Sleeping was one thing that might make you feel better, you thought

>Tossing and turning for minutes provided you with no nap

>You just wanted this day to be over

>As you curl up in your bed, shivering still from the rain, your mind wanders

>You were recalling the day of the funeral

>Or more precisely, the time after it

>You are watching from a distance as AJ and Anon talk

 

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>As Anon walks away, you knew something was wrong

>His eyes, they were…

>You didn’t like the look in his eyes

>His expression showed vexing angry, but in his eyes he was hurting

>Badly.

>Without a word, you joined him in his retreat

>You could just tell by being near him that AJ had said something to hurt him

>For an instant, you’re furious at AJ… but you return to looking up at Anon

>The angry was gone now, just a vacant stare and those… aching eyes

>You didn’t like this

>It made you… uncomfortable

>Rainbow Dash wasn’t one for talking about feelings

>But this was Anon and you needed to help him get through this

>You try to voice your words, but find the same difficulty as last time

>Finally you force yourself to speak clearly

“Anon, you want to talk about it or what?”

>A slight chill goes down your spine as he replies

>Anon:” Rainbow…just go back without me, okay? I want to be alone for a while…”

>Oh Celestia, what was wrong with him?

>What did that bitch say to cause him to act like this?

>Suddenly you’re scared for him again

>What was he planning to doing?

>…?!

”Okay, just…don’t do anything stupid. Come home in one piece, okay?”

>You made your way home and waited all evening for him

>Every passing minute seeming longer than the last

>Eventually, you became practically insane from waiting and decided to grab a book to pass the time

>You opened it up and began to read

>None of the words sunk in, of course, your mind to busy occupied on Anon

>Finally you hear the door screech open

>He stumbles in,

 

>Reeking of alcohol

>You told him not to do anything stupid

>Your usually self tells you to knock some sense into him

>But that idea quickly fades as he begins to teeter

>Your concern for him wins over and you allow yourself to take him under his arm

>As you make your way upstairs, his drunken state becomes apparent

>He bluntly starts talking about pony plot out loud

>You can’t help but blush and feel unnerving

>This wasn’t Anon

>What had he done to himself?

>As he flops onto his mattress, you start to leave when something inside you tells you to get him ready for bed

>You try to push out the dirty thoughts and the inclination that you are violating him as you take off his jackets and clothes

>Lastly, you look over your sick and damaged friend

>He had become the only true friend you had had since the accident

>Sure the girls did their best to come and visit

>But he had fix you up, saved your life

>Even now, he had devoted himself to making you strong again…to get you into your beloved sky again

>A single tear rolls down your face

>You couldn’t stand the sight of him in pain

>All night, you sat on the corner of his bed and watched him sleep

>Too scared that something would happen and you wouldn’t be there for him

>5 minutes turned to half-hour, a half-hour turned to an hour…

>You body whined for sleep but you didn’t give in

>All your focus was on the one who had saved your life

>and who had stolen your heart

>Just then, he began to stir and his eyes opened

>Anon:”…Rainbow”

 

>Before you could even think, your lips are locked to his

>At first you were petrified, terrified of his possible reactions

>But he does what you had been longing him to do for so many months

>He accepts you and your love

>You remember every single moment of that night and you’ll probably never forget them

>Every sensation, touch and breathe permanently craved into every fiber of your being

>You lose yourself in the memory as you and the only love of your life finally come together

>No words can describe how you felt that night… how you had both felt

>Sure, you couldn’t down play the pleasure you had experienced

>But there was something else, deep down in your chest

>Like a caged hummingbird had finally been set free

>The true highlight of that night was when you were able to fall asleep, snuggled against his chest

>You had never felt so close to someone… so close to him

>Gradually, the warmth and love you had envision slowly fades with the memory

>As you find yourself, alone and drenched, in a cold empty bed

>You whimper softly to yourself, curling up tighter in attempt to replicate some false impression of his warmth

 

>You are too busy indulging in your own sorrow to notice the noise of the gates open

>But you hear the screech of your bedroom door as it opens to reveal an idly hovering pegasus

“S-S-Soarin’!”

>Doing your best to wipe the stained tears for your face, you sit up and stare daggers at his sunken expression

>You just wanted to be alone and what right did he have to come busting into your home. YOUR BEDROOM. So late at night

>Wonderbolt or not, it didn’t matter

>You cared not for that dream anymore

>You didn’t care about anything anymore

“W-what the hay you doing here?! *sniffle* “Get the BUCK out of my room!”

>You only muster a petty amount of strength in your condition but you are able to toss one of plushie cloud pillows at his face

>To your surprise, he falls back out of the air and staggers on the ground

>For you didn’t know Soarin’ had went to Apple Acres this afternoon to get his monthly supply of apple pies, only to find AJ unavailable

>You didn’t know that after which he had decided to blow some bits at the bar to satisfy himself

>You didn’t know that he had had 4 bottles of imported Flim Flam Cider and had started a bar fight

>You didn’t know that he had gotten his ass beat and had been kicked out of town

>You didn’t know that he was now fuming with drunken madness, searching for an outlet of release

>You didn’t know that that Soarin’… wasn’t the Soarin’ you had once admired anymore

>Stumbling around, he gets to his hooves and begins making his way towards you

 

>Soarin:“Ahhh come on-n rainboww”

>He puts his front hooves on the edge of your bed

> Soarin:“What’s gotchaa lookin’ all down, kiddo”

>The stallion’s words are grossly slurred and you can nearly taste the alcohol from his breath

>You back away

>Soarin:”How’d you like to speeend a nigt with a’h wondErbolt?”

“Soarin’ what are you…”

>As he climbs into your bed, you get a glimpse at the space in between his hind legs

>Instantly, the hairs of your fur stand on end

>You can’t help but scream

“GET THE HAY OUT OF MY CASTLE”

>He reaches for you with his hoof, but you are already turning around

>Using your two powerful hind legs to buck him back into the wall

>The cloud wall shakes, leaving an imprint of Soarin’ as he falls to the floor

>Why?

>Why was this happening now?

>Why couldn’t this day just end!

>You’re making your way out the room

>In between the bed and door, you had become upset again

>Your eyes were watery and you were just about on the verge of hysteria

>Why…

>First, Anon rejects you, leaving you for one of your best friends

>And now THIS was happening

>You couldn’t possible imagine that it could get any worse

>As you make your way out of the bedroom, you can hear an angry grunt from Soarin’ as he gets to his hooves again

>You needed to get out of this damn caste

>This damn town

>Hell, even out of this damned country

>You couldn’t handle this…

 

>You spread your wings as you attempt to fly out of one of the open sky-windows

>Just as you were a few mere feet from it, something hard slams into your side

>You let out a pained groan as you slam into the adjacent wall

>The impact plus your current unstable mental state leaves you shaken

>You try to put pressure on your right hoof but it stings as you do so

>Reluctant to get out of the castle, you begin crawling to the main gate

>Briefly looking over your shoulder, you see Soarin’ is trying to get up again but failing miserable due to his level of intoxication

>Yet, he’s still moving… towards you

>You can only catch a glimpse of his eyes in the dead moonlight

>In them you see angry, fear, hate

> But most of all you see… you see

>…[spoiler]LUST[/spoiler]

>You needed to get out of here

>Crawling, in spite of your aching leg, you inch yourself closer to the exit

>You had to find a place to stay and hide for the night

>Somewhere safe

>Somewhere well-known

>Anon’s house

>Yeah… he’d help you

>Like he always had

>He’d pr-

>You are pulled back away from the gate as something latches onto your hind legs

>An unexpected growl escapes your mouth as you try to kick back

>Your right hoof makes a good connection against something, and Soarin’ lets go

>Oh thank Celestia that was-

>You feel him grab your mane with his teeth as he lifts you up

>You can’t help let out a weak yelp as your eyes tighten in torment

>Then he slams your head into the rigid cloud floor

 

>Your body sits there unresponsive as you try to process what just happened

>You try to get up, pushing up with your front hooves,

>When you feel Soarin’ chest press against your back, driving you firmly into the ground

“G-Get Of-fff!”

>You try to muscle out of his pin, but he’s using all his weight and strength to keep you down

>His head is now right next to yours

>You can’t see him but you can feel every deep breath brush against your cheek

>As your energy to struggle lessens, he begins trying to pushing your legs apart

>You’re squirming helpless now, like a worm before a bird

>You’re able to muster a weak yelp of protest and a lament plea now and then, but it’s all in vain

>In a matter of moments, he has pulled himself completely over you as he wraps hind legs around yours, keeping them spaced apart

>The shock doesn’t allow you to process what is about to happen

>Your crying more than ever

>No pony could endure this amount of trauma in one day without completely breaking

>You’re painful weeping; your deep breaths sounding woozy

>With your heavy sobbing, you can only form loud and frantic words of begging

“Please-e sto-p *gasp* please n-o!”

>His breath picks up as you feel him move in closer

>You try to push and pull in every direction, but you’re completely helpless

>And that’s what really terrifies you

>You were all alone

>No one could hear you scream…

>No one was there to protect you…

>No one there to care for you…

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>Raising your tear-soaked face, you let out a desperate cry

“A-Anon help me!”

 

>For a moment, time stands still as your words echo throughout the castle

>No sound of weeping, heavy breathing or any other noise can be heard

>For a moment, your final fraught petition hangs in the air, waiting for an answer

>And that’s that moment when Soarin’ decides to lunge forward

>Your whole body rocks forward with his as you let out an excruciating gasp

>He begins to pull out again and you feel yourself shake

>In continued succession, he drives himself back and forth into you

>Tearful moans and cries ring out in sync with the muted noise of Soarin’ rubbing against your body

>Throughout that whole night, you never stopped calling for him

>Your mind had snapped and, like a broken record, your murmured cries for him looped on

>Even through your aggrieved breaths and moans, you cried for him

>Prayed for him to save you

>As the night worn on, the endless murmurs dribbled down into unintelligible whispers

>Only when she had passed out, covered in cold sweat and tears, did they stop

 

>Meanwhile, in not so far off ponyville, a single patient stirs in his sleep

>He is covered head to toe in bandages and casts, having survived a great ordeal the morning before

>Now as he fidgets in his sleep, an orange pony’s head rests gently on his chest

>”Shh its al’ight, Anon. ‘Ur safe”

>His state of deep slumber is not disturbed but still he continues to unconsciously move and twitch

>An orange hoof finds its way through his hair, brushing him softly

“Its al’ight… ‘Um here Anon”

>A few minutes pass and his stirring stops

>The orange pony lets out a light sigh of relief and rests her head again on his chest, falling asleep

>Unknown to them both, the pleas of a lost lover cry out against the night

>With enough power and resolution to echo across worlds

>Yet, heard by no one…