CB- Ch.1- All's well that ends well

HiE that was originally meant to be a one-shot but I kinda knew it wouldn't be and it ended up becoming over 20 chapters, still not even finished... Something that will be interesting to note, that I at least think, is that my writing style changes as the story progresses, whether for better or for worse. I also have someone currently reading chapters on youtube, and as always, I completely cringe whenever I hear my writing out loud. So yeah... first posted on FiMFiction 2-17-13 and all that shiz, so enjoy.

 

 "I take you in, and you spend all my damn money and make a mess out of my house!"

 

 There are tears in her eyes now. She screams "I hate you, Ivan! You're so bucking selfish! Why can't you ever think about anyone but yourself?!"

 

 "Hahaha. Now, isn't the pot calling the kettle black?"

 

 She looks into the kitchen where a pot is sitting on the ground, probably knocked over from all the ruckus. For a second, you think she's going to throw it you. Instead, she bolts out the front door in a streak of rainbow.

 

 You run out after her. All she is now is just a speck in the sky.

 

 "Yeah, and good riddance to you too!" you scream. Your eyes start to water, but you fight it back. Not a tear will be shed for that inconsiderate little prick.

 

 Ponies are looking at you now. Angry and a bit embarrassed, you slam the door shut. You just want to be alone.

 

 You walk back to the couch and look around the room. Yours and Rainbow's crap is scattered everywhere. You begin cleaning up, putting Rainbow's belongings in an assorted pile by the door. You intend to leave it outside for her to come get it, if she wants it back.

 

 A soft tapping echoes through the empty house. Sighing, you go to open it.

 

 "Hello?" you say, trying to keep the choked-up emotion out of your voice.

 

 A little pink maned, butter yellow pegasus stands at your doorstep.

 

 "H-hi Ivan... May I come in?"

 

 You don't really feel like talking to anyone, but Fluttershy is the exception to a lot of things.

 

 "Sure, come in."

 

 After some adjusting of the cushions, you both sit down on your couch.

 

 She surveys the damage that has been done to this room alone. "Wow. So it's really that bad, huh?"

 

 You mutter, "Oh, you don't know the half of it..."

 

 She shifts a little. "So, I know you may not be in the mood to listen right now, but... Are you in the mood to listen?"

 

 For the first time in what seems like a while, you genuinely smile. "Sure."

 

 She smiles nervously, as if unsure of what she's about to say. "Okay, but don't tell anyone I said this. Especially not Rainbow Dash."

 

 She has your interest now. "Alright. Deal."

 

 She sighs, wondering where to begin. "Okay, so have you noticed Rainbow acting a little, funny, lately?"

 

 "You mean besides being a little b-"

 

 "That, among other things. You know, she was so excited to move in with you. It was almost as if she was happy about what happened to her house."

 

 "Okay," you say, feeling a little bad about what you were about to call the cyan pegasus, "So what are you getting at?"

 

 "Did you ever stop and think about what Dash might be thinking?"

 

 You frown deeply. "Yes. And if you're trying to pin her jerk behavior on me, then-"

 

 "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! That came out wrong. It isn't your fault. Well, I guess in a way it is, but it's not because you're inconsiderate."

 

 You raise an eyebrow. "Okay, then what is it?"

 

 "I- Let me put it this way. You know that Rainbow cares about you, right?"

 

 "I guess..."

 

 "...And the longer you know someone, the more you care about them?"

 

 "Go on."

 

 "...And sometimes those feelings grow into something different."

 

 "Oh..."

 

 "Yeah."

 

 "Well, why didn't she say anything then? Or try to be pleasant, like most ponies would?"

 

 Fluttershy shifts a bit. "She has a funny way of showing things. She was probably trying to get your attention, but just didn't know how."

 

 In a strange way, it all suddenly makes sense.

 

 You feel really bad now. You can imagine the pain you've put her through, if this is all true. Rejection, disappointment, depression; feelings you've felt before.

 

 And they've all been thrust upon your best friend, Rainbow Dash.

 

 You need to make things right.

 

 "Thanks, Flutters," you say, smoothing out her mane. "I don't know what I would do without you."

 

 "You're welcome, Ivan," she says, welcoming the gesture of approval.

 

 "So, I'm gonna be out of here in a minute. Catch ya later?"

 

 "Sure thing."

 

 She hops off the couch and heads towards the door.

 

 "Fluttershy?" you say as she's about to step outside.

 

 "Yes Ivan?"

 

 "Drop the candle."

 

 She squeaks, then shakes her head. A single candlestick falls out of her mane.

 

 "And the bits."

 

 She does some maneuvering with her cheeks, and one, two, three, four coins fall out of her mouth and land in a neat pile.

 

 "Sorry Ivan."

 

 "It's fine. Just don't take anything else."

 

 She blushes and nods, then steps out the door and closes it behind her.

 

 How does she do it? You wonder.

 

 You shake your head, then reach into your pocket for a sucker. You really need a sucker right now.

 

 No suckers.

 

 Damn it, Fluttershy.

 

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 You walk through town, on the lookout for the rainbow maned pegasus.

 

 It's possible she skipped town, at least for a little while. She tends to do things without thinking when she's emotional.

 

 Even so, you're placing your trust on the off chance that she's still here.

 

 Another half hour into the search, and you still haven't found her.

 

 You take a break and sit on a park bench, quite disappointed with the results of your efforts.

 

 You need to talk to her, but she's nowhere to be found. You look to the sky. It's afternoon now, maybe around five-ish. The sun will be setting soon. When it does, you'll call it a day.

 

 What a way to spend your weekend. Paying bills, arguing with your best friend who seems to have spent half of your paycheck on booze and pointless crap, then going on a fruitless search for her once you realize why she's acting this way.

 

 Maybe you should just go home. You've wasted so much time looking for her already. She might not even be ready to forgive you, and talking to her will just make it worse-

 

 Your thoughts are interrupted by a sobbing coming from above.

 

 The source of the sound happens to be a cloud with a light blue hoof sticking over the edge.

 

 "Rainbow?" you call without thinking.

 

 The crying stops, and Rainbow's head peeks over the edge of the cloud. Her eyes are wide for a moment, subsequently a bit red from the crying, but the tears are blinked away and her eyes narrow into slits.

 

 "What do you want?"

 

 You gulp. One chance; make it or break it. "I want to say I'm sorry."

 

 She's taken aback. "You're sorry? I spent and gambled away half of your money, and didn't even pay you back! I trashed your house, which you may not even be able to afford anymore because of me, and you're apologizing??"

 

 You chuckle. "The house was already a mess anyways. As for money issues, I get a welfare check from the government every month for taking you in. And even though it's not nearly enough to pay off what I've lost, I still have some very good friends that I know will support me financially, seeing what I'm going through." You smile warmly. "Friends help each other. So why don't you come on down, and we can drink some of that cider you bought. Just like old times."

 

 She sniffs. "You never drink alcohol. I would always get drunk and you would just be sitting there with your orange juice."

 

 "Which shows just how willing I am to put this all behind us. Come on, Dashie."

 

 You hold out a hand. She smiles and wipes her eye, then flies down to take your hand. Together, you walk home.

 

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 "Yech, how do you stomach this stuff?"

 

 "C'mon Ives, just one more gulp."

 

 You look down at the cider. You brace yourself, then down the hatch it goes.

 

 You gag a bit, then comment, "I really prefer the non-alcoholic kind, thank you. Mind tossing me some?"

 

 "Sure," she says, sliding over some Sweet Apple Acres old-fashioned, lightly sweetened non-alcoholic cider.

 

 "Thanks," you reply, chugging it down enough to get the taste out of your mouth.

 

 The two of you sit on the opposite ends of a barrel full of cider. Dash really likes cider, it seems.

 

 She's had her fourth mug, and she's not even a little tipsy. She bends over, brings her cup to the faucet of the barrel, then comes up with another mugful of alcoholic beverage. You shake your head.

 

 "Y'know, I'm starting to think five-hundred bits worth of alcohol won't be enough for tonight."

 

 She slams down the empty wooden cup. "You're right! We should go get more!"

 

 You know she's joking, and you both laugh heartily. You've stopped being mad at her, and hot-headed as she may seem, she's fairly forgiving.

 

 It seems things may go back to normal.

 

 Or, almost.

 

 "Hey, Rainbow, I was thinking," you say, setting down your bottle, "I should pull out the old guitar, and we could sing some old Earth songs."

 

 She's going for her sixth cup, but instead slowly comes up to eye level with you. Cautiously, she asks, "Earth songs?"

 

 "Well, yeah. I mean, I might be a little rusty, but ever since I lost my mp3 player, there's a few songs I've been dying to hear."

 

 "Ivan, the last time you played that thing, you kept playing that "Hurt" song over and over. You couldn't stop thinking about ho- your old home, and you were crying the whole time. And about that little music player, you told Twilight to disassemble it so you would never be reminded of Earth again."

 

 You remember that. You had just found out that you would never make it home, and it was hard on you. Pinkie wouldn't come near you when you had your guitar out, because of the one time she had heard you playing "Dust in the Wind" and started crying.

 

 "But things are different now. I've been living here for over a year, and I'm over the whole 'never going home' thing. Besides, there's more to Earth music than sad tunes."

 

 Rainbow seems to be looking you over, just to make sure you haven't relapsed into depression. After a few thorough scans, she concedes.

 

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 "There was this band I really enjoyed called Green Day. I happen to know a few of their songs on guitar."

 

 Rainbow Dash watches you tune the guitar. The strings are all out of tune, and make awkward notes before they're pulled to just the right tightness. "Sounds lame."

 

 "That's what a few of my friends said. It all depends on your taste in music, I guess." The high E tuned, you strum each string individually but fast enough for the notes to meld together into one. "Let's begin with a song called 'Time of Your Life.'"

 

 You can tell that she doesn't like the idea of you playing songs from your old world, but she seems fascinated by the beauty of the instrument. She gives a quick nod.

 

 "Alright, here we go..." You warm up by playing the first chords in progression, then begin the song the way it's supposed to be played.

 

 "Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road... Time grabs you by the wrists, directs you where to go... So make the best, of this test and don't ask why... It's not a question but a lesson learned in time... It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right... I hope you have the time of your life!"

 

 You're getting into it now. Your hand swipes up and down naturally with the tune of song. It's been such a long time since you've felt the rush of the music. It feels as if your throat is re-opening, shaking off the collective dust and awakening to the sweet flavor of song.

 

 You open your mouth to sing, but instead are surprised by another voice sounding out the lyrics.

 

 It's Rainbow Dash. "So take the photographs and still frames in your mind... Hang it on a shelf, in good health and good time..."

 

 Her singing is beautiful. You can hardly believe that such melody is being produced by a being who always seems to have such a scruffy voice.

 

 You join in with her. Your voices go together perfectly. "Tattoos and memories and dead skin on trial... For what it's worth, it was worth all the while..."

 

 She stops here, and watches you as you sing, "It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right... I hope you have the time of your life."

 

 You strum the next chords wordlessly. You and Rainbow Dash look into each other's eyes, locked in a spiritual embrace.

 

 Her lips barely move, but she sings the final words with you. Your voices again intertwine, "Something unpredictable, but in the end is right... I hope you have the time of your life."

 

 You don't have time to play the ending. Before you even have time to inhale, her lips have locked with yours.

 

 You let the instrument fall to the ground. You have no idea what is happening, only that it feels... so good.

 

 You don't even get the chance to regain your senses before she bolts down the hallway and a door slams shut.

 

 What. The. Fuck.

 

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 You open the door to the guest bedroom, and there Rainbow Dash is, red as a beet.

 

 She looks up at you from the tops of her eyes. They're a little puffy again.

 

 You sigh, and sit down next to her. Neither of you say a word.

 

 After a few minutes, you break the silence. "So, have you felt this way for long?"

 

 She looks scared out of her mind. Her mouth opens, but she doesn't speak. After a few attempts, she finally answers, "I don't know."

 

 "You don't know?"

 

 "I... Yes."

 

 "So you've liked me for a while, then?"

 

 She nods. You see she's tearing up again.

 

 "Why didn't you ever tell me?" You don't mean it to be, but your voice is almost accusing.

 

 She's found her voice. "I was scared... Scared of what you would think."

 

 "But we all have to face the facts at some point, right?"

 

 She nods again.

 

 "So would you like to know what I think?"

 

 She's paralyzed for a moment, but as she regains strength, her head bows in one final nod.

 

 That's when you do it. It's almost close enough to be considered pouncing on her, but whatever it is, it's for Dash.

 

 You've put all your strength into that kiss. All other thoughts are blocked out as you focus all energy into making that one long, luscious kiss as meaningful as possible.

 

 Dash has recovered from the shock, and your lips are now being brushed by her incredibly soft tongue.

 

 You can't get over how soft her tongue is. She's licked you before, but it was more or less a joke, and you hadn't even thought to enjoy it then.

 

 Now, it's... Simply amazing.

 

 You try to break the kiss, but she just keeps pushing for more and more. Something about that turns you on. Finally, when you do manage to separate, a strand of saliva connects you at the lips, and she's panting. Her hot breath tastes like cider.

 

 She gives you just enough time to catch your breath, before she dives in for more. She misses, however, and ends up sucking on your cheek.

 

 She seems content with that. You're actually enjoying it, until you smell a musk in the air.

 

 She's wet. Celestia, she's wet.

 

 "Rainbow," you urge, trying to push the lust-filled pegasus off of you. Her body is pressed tightly against yours.

 

 "Rainbow, please," you beg, but she just sucks harder.

 

 "Rainbow, stop!"

 

 That seems to have gotten her attention. She releases the suction on the side of your face and stares at you, confused.

 

 A drop of spit hangs from her mouth. You chuckle and wipe it off, then bring the same hand to the back of her neck.

 

 "Let's not turn our first 'date' into a fuckfest, okay?"

 

 She groans, and you take that as an agreement. You continue the kiss, running your hands along her head, neck, shoulders, and through her hair.

 

 You both eventually end up next to each other on the bed, her hind legs wrapped around your torso like a towel. You feel something wet soak through your jeans, and almost freeze upon realizing what it is. However, not wanting to ruin the moment, you decide instead to just not mention it.

 

 "Wait," you say. You clap, triggering the on/off toggle for the magically-enhanced lamps in the house.

 

 Two claps turns the ones in your room off.

 

 Three claps, and the whole house is dark.

 

Author's Note:

 

My editor: hwrogers

 

Like I said in the description, I'll continue this fic if you guys enjoy it.