>You lay down next to Dash
"A toy? What type of toy"
>Without a moment, Dash springs up from the couch and flies to the kitchen
>"Can't tell yah Am. Not yet"
>You get up from the couch as well
>At a much slower pace
>You let out a elongated groan
"Fiinnnneee. Say, don't you have work today?"
>She laughs
>"Heh, yeah...But I could clear that up in a minute. I can wait till after the picnic. Well, after we test the toy"
>Just the word toy sends the first bit of moisture into your inner thighs
>"You'll learn a lot about me in the next few days..."
>She walks slowly closer to you
>With a whisper she says
>"I listen to orders very well...Lieutenant"
>You feel a jolt go up your wings
>With less than a second to spare, you clench your muscles, forcing your wings to stay put
>First time that has ever worked
>With a fading pokerface, you manage to whisper back to her
"Hooah"
>She spanks your rear-end and walks towards the fridge
>"What do you want for the picnic...I kind of ate most of the chips"
>You sit at the hightop counter
"Anything is fine...Maybe some juice"
>She scoffs
>"Juice? I'll grab the scotch"
"Dash, you retard...We can't bring fucking scotch into the public. Just get the juice"
>At that instant, there is a knock on the door
>"Got it"
>She waltzes over to the door
>Doing her usual cocky strut
>But obviously showing off her rump to you
>She looks back at you before opening the door
>Smile, then stretches out
>Raising her ass into the air
"Goddamit Dash"
>You smile and look away
>Grabbing some juice from the fridge
>You hear the door open up
>"Are you Rainbow Dash?"
>You hear a burly voice from the front door
>"The one and only? Why, did I win something?"
>You look back towards the door, but the pony who is adressing Rainbow Dash is out of sight
>"Ponyville police department, can we talk to you for a minute?"
>A second voice came out from behind the door
>"Sure, come on in"
>Dash walks the two officers in
>Before they can see you, you slide into the hallway, and tiptoe into Dash's trophy room
>She'd never let anyone in there, besides you
>You're safe
>Yet, you keep the door open a pinch
>So you can listen in on the conversations
>"Can we take a seat?"
>A second or two passes
>"Sure, sit at the table."
>A few more seconds pass by, with only the sounds of shuffling hooves, and the scrap of a chair against the ground
>"How can I help you officers?"
>"I'm guessing you have an idea. It has to do with Pennant"
>You knew this was gonna happen today
>All you can do is hope that Dash gets the story straight
>"See, we just need to ask you a few questions, and you need to give us a few answers. Then we'll be square"
>"Okay, fire away"
>You hold your breath
>"First, what were you doing last night at Pennant's house?"
>Of course they drop the boomstick on her immediately
>What else could you expect
>"Well, I was hanging out with my girlfriend Amber"
>You smash a hoof against your face
>Within the first question, she already changed part of the story
>You're screwed
>"And we were hanging out. Then she wakes up and flips out, telling me that we have to find Maple. Me being loyal and all, I go without question. We searched Ponyville for a while until we found her"
>A few more seconds of silence pass
>You make out what sounds like the rubbing of a pencil against paper
>"Uh huh. And what condition was she in?"
>"Not a good condition at all. She was a mess"
>"Okay, so, what happened after that?"
>"We brought her home. Back to Amber's house"
>"And why didn't you bring her to the hospital"
>Oh fuck
>Why didn't you bring her to the hospital?
>"I, uh...It wasn't my call. I followed Amber's orders"
>Okay, you would've been pissed off at her for throwing you under the bus
>But that gave you time to think of an answer, and keeps the story straight
>"So after that, me and Amber"
>The officer buts in
>"Amber and I"
>Is this faglord for real?
>She lets out an exasperated breath
>"Amber and I go to his house. Amber did some Military hard ass tracking to find the house. But when we did I hid in a bush, just in case I needed to get help. All I remember was Amber saying she wanted to talk, and then a big ass fight. I came inside to see if she was okay, and then he came at me with a knife. As you can see, I got cut. I don't remember what happened after that though"
>Well, she did great
>She followed your exact directions
>There should be no problems here
 
>After a few more minutes, and some minor clarifications, you hear the two officers say their goodbyes, and leave
>At the sound of the door closing, you let out a breath of relief
>Now, they just need to interview Maple
>That's probably going to ruin her
>Again
>They're gonna make her relive that whole 'event', all over again
>It puts a pit in your heart just thinking about it
>You walk out of the room and enter the kitchen
>You see Dash pouring half a hoof of scotch into a glass
"You did well Dash"
>She chuckles
>"I ALWAYS do well. What did you expect?
>She brings the glass up to her face and sips
>She makes a natural face
>One that every drinker knows
>"Ahh, that's good stuff. You want a glass?"
>You hesitate for a few seconds
>Weighing the pros and cons
>The way you see it, there aren't any cons
"Half a hoof"
>She smiles
>"Good girl"
>She pours you a glass
>You grab it within your hoof
>"Cheers Am"
>You clink your glass with hers, bringing the phenolic liquid up to your face
>Dash looks you in the eyes as you both take another sip
>You feel the warm liquid trickle down your throat, effectively warming your whole body
>It's pretty big scotch
>You feel your whole body tingle
>You let out a breath
"This is some good stuff, Dash"
>She smiles, and takes another sip
>"I hope, this was worth way too much"
"And how much is that?"
>"I wouldn't know, it was a gift"
>Hmm
"A gift? From who?" You say, before taking another sip
>"I think it was Rarity. A thank you for changing the rain schedule for some model-thingy she had planned"
"Ah. I see"
>You both drink in relative silence, enjoying the peace
>After the drinks, the two of you get up from the table, and grab your shit for the picnic
>You grab some chips and cookies
>She grabs some sandwich stuff
>Before you know it, the two of you are flying down form her house
>Looking for a place to eat
>You're surprised that Dash is so open about this
>You wouldn't have expected her to go on picnics and stuff
>She just doesn't seem the type
>Well, neither do you
>But you can get used to it
>The simple life that is
>Working at a school
>Having picnics with your girlfriend
>Comforting your recently raped sister
>Well, you hope that's only once
>It'll be a long time before she is comfortable again
>At least when you were hit, you were younger
>You were able to block it out, until now
>You got over it, and accepted it
>But she's not like you
>She's strong, but not a piece of metal
>If that happened to you again, you probably would react the same way
>But it wouldn't happen
>You never let your guard down
>At last, you find a comfortable spot, shaded from the sun by the trees over head
"Dash, lets go there"
>She agrees silently
>She can't say anything, as she insisted on holding the basket
>The two of you lower your altitudes
>Graphing a smooth landing, right under the trees
>Dash lets out the basket from her mouth
>You look around the area where you have parked
>It's a cool day
>The rays of sun radiating down at you, giving you a warm sensation, despite the cooling winds
>Just a comfortable day to be out
>A few fillies are running around the area nearby, playing with a baseball
>You have half a mind to run over and drop a bomb with them
>But, you can play later
>You and Dash are both pretty hungry
>The both of you sit out on the grass, across from each other
>You get a jump on the cookies, while Dash crushes the chips
>"Why did you join the Military anyway?"
>You look up from your food to see Dash
>Crumbs covering her face
"I'm not entirely sure. I guess I just wanted to help defend Equestria"
>"Oh, it's because you never usually talk about it, unless you are asked"
>She's right about that
>You don't usually bring it up
"I don't know...I guess it's not really anyone's business. Theres no need to tell anyone"
>That's pretty much the reason though
>That, and you don't want anyone to give you hand outs, just because you serve
"Well, why do you wanna join the Wonderbolts?"
>A smile explodes on her face and her eyes light up
>She takes a deep inhale
>Oh boy, you shouldn't of asked her that question
 
>After 10 minutes of Dash telling you about how cool and awesome they are, she finally closes her response
>"Plus, Spitfire isn't the worst looking mare I've ever seen"
>Hmm, you never really looked at her like that
>But now that you think of it, her body is pretty fit from her training and PT
>If you slapped her flank, it'd probably be tight as hell
>And just like that, you are daydreaming again
>You are just stuck thinking about her
>Her flowing mane
>You wonder what she'd look like with her mane hanging down, wet from water
>"Amber?"
>Shaking your head, you come back to reality
>"You good?"
>You give her a confident smile
"Yeah, just thinking about some stuff"
>"Oh, good. So that's pretty much why I want to join the Wonderbolts!"
>In all honesty, everything she said pretty much went in one ear, and out the other
>You just go back to eating your cookies
"Yeah, that's very...interesting"
>While the picnic, no pony others you
>A few fillies stare, but that's natural
>Most of the population is straight anyway
>Must be weird for them to see two mares together
>But you don't hold it against them
>You decide to ask a question that has been bugging you for a little while
>Not bugging you that much, just one that has been in the back of your mind
"Dash, did you always know you were a lesbian"
>She takes her whole head out of the bag of chips
>With a full mouth she proceeds
>"What?"
>Effectively spitting ground up food on you
>But still, with an open mouth, she speaks up again
>"Sorry"
>More spit flies around
>Annoyed, you grab a napkin and wipe yourself off, giving her time to swallow
"I said, did you always know you were a lesbian?"
>She cocks her head
>"Well, it's not like I chose to be a lesbian. It just sort of happened"
>You push the bag of cookies away from you
>"I just never liked colts I guess, so yeah. I think I always knew. But when my I moved put, I did a LOT of soul searching"
"So you were never bullied for it?"
>She laughs
>"Who cares what type of pony you like? I was only bullied by colts because they were jealous of my amazing skills"
"You mean they bullied you, and it wasn't about being a lesbian?"
>She throws another chip into her mouth
>"Exactly"
>You sit there perplexed
>That's so weird
>Maybe fillies are nicer in Cloudsdale
>"What about you? Did you always know you were lesbian?"
>You take an exasperated exhale
"I'm not a lesbian"
>She rolls her eyes with a huge smile
>"Yeah, you just like fooling around with other mares"
>You turn your hoof into the ground, crushing the grass underneath you
"I'm bi at most..."
>She gives a hearty chuckle
>"At most?!? Hahahaha! What do you mean, at most?"
"I don't have to be a lesbian to like a mare"
>You're making shitty excuses
>You just don't like the idea of being called anyone of those words
>Because once you label yourself, it's official
>Not that you have anything wrong with them
>You are dating a mare
>But it's just weird for you to think about it
>"Whatever you say... Amby"
>You give her a firm punch to her good arm
>"Damnit Amber...You didn't have to punch so hard..."
>She rubs her limb
>You sit there, with a grin on your face
"Sorry, Dashie"
>The rest of the picnic goes by without a hitch
>No hindrance for your good time
>Besides Maple, who is always in your thoughts
>But for the time being, you try to forget about it
>You know it's a dick thing to do
>But you can't let yourself get taken down by this too
>You have to live your life as you normally would, and care for Maple whenever she needs you
>You could sit around and grieve, but that's not who you are
>If you get knocked down, you get back up
>That's just the way you were raised
>Sure you make brash decisions under pressure, but who wouldn't?
>You're just acting in order to protect your family and friends
>Maple is your sister, and your best friend
>But she has her own demons to work out
>And if she wants to be alone for a while, you should give her some space
>That doesn't mean you don't care about her
>It's the exact opposite
>You care enough to put her above your own ideas, in order to help her
>And that's pretty rare
>Usually with you, it's "My way or the highway"
>But like you said, it's always in favor of protecting others
>You almost sound like a philosopher
>Amber the wise. The great philosopher from the town of Ponyville
>Has a good ring to it
>"You space out a lot, don't you Amber"
>You look at Dash, who is packing up the food and garbage
"Yeah, you'll notice that from time to time"
>"Well, why don't you help out a little bit. I got to run and go to work"
>You get up and put the stuff away
>"Okay, bring this back to my place, I'll see you in a bit"
>But you were supposed to "relieve" some stress
"What about the toy!"
>She flaps her wings
>"Don't worry, Dash never breaks her promise"
>She softly whips your face with her tail
>"I'll be back soon"
>She takes off, leaving you with the basket of food stuff
>Well, maybe a quick check on Maple wouldn't be too bad