>Do I even need to say who you are?
>It's the autumn months. The leaves are brown and the air is cool
>Though it's not as cool for a certain pegasus
>A mishap with one of the weather teams had caused a thunderhead to collide with Rainbow Dash's cloud house
>You didn't see the damage, but Dash tells you it's pretty nasty
>Until her house is fixed, she decided to crash at your place
>You're okay with that. Despite her reputation, she's pretty chill at home
>You didn't like the idea of letting her sleep on the couch, so you suggested sharing the bed
>Nothing would happen, you assured her
>She took your word for it
 
>One night, you're roused by a muffled groan
>Smacking your lips, you turn to see Dash tossing and turning next to you
>Dash?
>"Huh?! Oh, hey Anon. Sorry for wakin' you up,"
>You ask what's got into her
>"N-nothing! I'm fine! I...ah...just can't get comfy is all! Darn pillow!"
>She non-convincingly punches her pillow
>You arch your brow
>Dash sighs, flopping down next to you
>"Urgh...Okay. I couldn't get to sleep cause...well, I'm....scared."
>You look incredulous. What's she got to be scared?
>"This!" she yelps, pushing a hoof into her chubby belly
>"I've been getting careless with all my off-seasons lately. I might have been able to cut loose before now and then, but I'm a WONDERBOLT now! Wonderbolts don't get...Yknow!"
>Fat?
>"Yeah, that..."
>You scoff. You've seen and heard Dash beat tougher stuff than some belly pudge. Hell, you bet she could put on twenty pounds and still run rings around the Bolts
>"Y'think so? Well...when you put it like that..."
>You and Dash share a laugh
>She yelps a bit when your hand grazes her tummy
>Besides, you add, she's a lot cuter with this
>"Aw, come on! Don't get all sappy!"
>Sappy? You're the one who drenched her pancakes with syrup
>Two hands go to her belly, tickling her
>"Gnffhaha! Stoppit!"
>Only if she promises to quit putting herself down over this chub
>"Okay, okay! Just stop that!"
>You ease up, opting to gently rub her tummy rather than assault it
>Dash sighs, relaxing at last
>In seconds, she's asleep, making horsey z's
>After a few minutes of bellyrubs, you follow suit, cradling Dash in your arms