>Be at the park, kicking it under a tree after days of paranoia and thwarting Flutterrapist and Applefucker
>Wondering if you'll ever be able to go back to your world
>How long has it been?
>You've lost track of time here; it seems like you've been in Ponyville forever
>Your memories of your world have gotten hazy, like trying to recall a dream
>A loud noise startles you back to reality
>It's like a jet engine right over your head
>Look up, see a blue streak followed by a rainbow trail
>Rainbro Dash
>You watch your bro speed around the sky clearing clouds, being awesome
>You'd call out to get her attention be you don't want to break her concentration
>Sit back and watch your bro fly for a while
>Space out again, thinking how cool it would be to fly with your bro
>You'd be the kings of the sky. Two bros hanging out in the clouds
>No more needing your bro to carry you or mooch a balloon off Twilight
>Too bad your skinny ass can't grow wings
>...Or can it?
>You get up and run to Twilight's place
 
>You get to Twilight's library and see Spike with a stack of books about to go in the door
>Hey Spike, is Twilight around?
>"Yeah, she's inside. She's had her nose in some book for like, ever. I bet she could use a break."
>You go in the library and find a purple unicorn surrounded by stacks of books, reading the hell out of one
>Her horn is glowing and a quill is furiously scribbling notes, surrounded by an incandescent cloud of sparkles
>She doesn't seem to notice you, she just keeps reading and scribbling
>You clear your throat
>She looks up with such a start that the quill flies across the room and the books nearly topple over on her
>Uhh, hey, Twilight, Spike let me in, you're not too busy are you?
>She's got a manic look in her eye, trying to hold the stack of books from falling
>"No, no, it's fine, what can I do for you, Anon?"
>Well I was out watching Rainbow do her thing earlier, and I know you did that spell with the floaty books last week
>"My Levitating Litany of Literature?" She looks confused
>...Uh, sure, that. Anyway, I want to know if you can magic me so I can fly or something
>"Well...I guess I could try. I do know a wings spell for ponies, but I don't know if it will work for a..."
>Human. These ponies are weird when it comes to talking about you
>"Right, it's a really hard spell, but it couldn't hurt to try, and it could help me understand how the spell works anyway."
>Her horn lights up brighter than you've ever seen it. Your bro's gonna flip shit. This was a good idea.
 
 
>THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA
>All the spell did was make a horde of moths latch themselves onto your back
>"Don't panic, I can fix this! Just calm down! SPIIIKE!" Twilight is scurrying around looking for a book, almost panicked herself
>Oh god their fucking bug legs
>fixitfixitfixitfixitfixit...fixitfixitfixit
>Spike comes in, half-eaten ruby in hand "What's all this noise about, Twili-"
>He sees you, drops the ruby, and doubles over laughing
>pokerface.html
>"Spike, stop laughing and help me find this book!" Twilight is unamused
>Five minutes of buggy goodness later and you make it out of the library, Twilight in tow spouting apologies
>It's fine, Twilight, I'll just figure out another way to get off the ground that doesn't involve any eldritch horrors
>Remember that Pinkie has a cannon and a head for insane inventions
>Maybe a glider? No, you need something with more 'oomph'
>Also remember that Pinkie almost got one over on you last time you talked
>Maybe she'll have settled down and given up on trying to play Sluttershy?
>...dammit
>You go to Sugar Cube Corner anyway. No matter what, you're determined to fly with your bro
 
 
>The door chimes as you enter the sweet shop
>Guarded, you approach the counter and wait
>You don't have to wait long, as Pinkie Pie flings herself to the counter faster than you can blink
>"Hey Anon, what can I get for you? Cupcakes? Ooh, or maybe some cookies, or OOH! How about some cake or-"
>You stop listening. Seems like she's forgotten about last time, or at least is acting like it
>Actually, Pinkie, I wanted to know how you build all your crazy party machines?
>Her eyes light up, has no one ever asked that before?
>"Omigosh, nopony's ever asked to see my workshop before! Come on back and I'll show you where I make all my party crackers and carts and ooh! THE PARTY CANNON!" She's really excited.
>Better watch your back
>You follow her into the back of the shop, where she has tools and benches set up, with projects in various stages of completion scattered around
>Impressive workshop here, Pinkie, you built all these yourself?
>She excitedly starts talking about all the projects she's worked on, all the way up to the propeller she built for Tank.
>So THAT'S how they got the turtle to fly
>If Tank can do it, why shouldn't it work for you?
>Say Pinkie, you think you could make me a propeller or something like you make for Tank?
>The pink earth pony thinks for a minute before rushing over to a workbench and scribbling something
>"Wowie zowie! This is the best idea I've had yet!"
4/x
 
>So you can do it?
>"Of course I can, silly! And don't worry about paying, I'm sure we can figure something out."
>You don't like the tone her voice took at the end there, but she's your only option for getting up in the air
>...Right, sure, Pinkie
>You back out of the room slowly
>I'll come back in a few days and see how it's coming along
>She eyes you for a few seconds before quickly turning back to her bench
>You think you can deal with Pinkie if it comes to that. She's no Sluttershy or Applerape
>Rainbro is gonna flip shit when she sees you flying like a boss, and this time, no magic to go horribly wrong
>Decide to go home; the sun is going down
>Walking back to your place
>Fuck it's dark. How did the sun set so fucking fast?
>Hear motion in the tree you're passing
>awhellno.jpg
5/x
 
>Brace for impact
>Your eyes are shut when the pegasus slams into you
>You hit the ground with her on top of your chest
>Fucking Slutters-
>Your thoughts are cut off when you open your eyes to see your bro
>She falls off of you, laughing her flank off
>"You should see the look on your face, Anon!"
>She sees your pokerface and calms down her laughing
>"Oh, lighten up, Anon, if it were Fluttershy you know I'd have your back"
>You always do, bro
>She blushes but it's so dark you don't notice
>"You on your way home? You want to come over to my place and hang out?"
>Sure, Rainbow, sounds awesome. You pound her hoof with your hand
>Your bro hoists you up and flies you to her house
>Soon she won't have to carry you, you think to yourself
6/x
 
>Four days later
>Go to Sugar Cube Corner
>Pinkie comes out of the back room so fast she might as well be flying
>"Ooh Anon! You're just in time! I have a teeny-weeny itsy-bitsy model of what you wanted all made up!"
>She speeds to her workshop and back to the counter
>Crazy mare is enthusiastic about frigging everything
>She puts the model on the counter
>It has a disturbingly accurate scale model of you attached to the rig
>You don't ask questions about it
>That's really cool, Pinkie, I think that's going to work just fine
>She's built a frame for you to pilot the device with a propeller above you and a stabilizer behind
>Goddamn, for all the crazy random antics, Pinkie's a fucking wizard with pony technology
>"I'll have the final machine for you in a week!"
>Her voice changes from peppy and high to an eerie low breathy sound
>"And then we can discuss your payment"
>What have you gotten yourself into
7/x
 
>The next week crawls by. You chalk it up to excitement for your soon-to-be flying
>In the back of your mind you know it's actually dread for what Pinkie's idea of "payment" will be
>Dodge two Flutterrape attempts and get saved from an Applejacking by your bro
>Day finally comes to pick up your flying machine
>Holy shit, you think. You still can't believe a pony could pull off making something that can fly without magic
>Go to Sugar Cube Corner again
>Crowd of ponies surrounds Pinkie Pie. Fucking balloons everywhere
>So much for surprises, but Rainbro is nowhere to be seen
>Make your way through the crowd to where Pinkie is standing
>After making a long, hyperactive speech, she unveils your flyer
>So much win. You can't wait to take it out for a go.
>Ponies clear an area as Pinkie explains the workings
>"Well the first thing you do is get in and secure the straps..."
>Whole thing seems perfectly fitted to you, which is a little creepy, since Pinkie never took any measurements...
>"...so you just pull this lever and use these pedals to spin the propellers!"
>You probably should have been listening harder to that instruction, but you think you got the gist
>Up up, and away?
8/x
 
>This thing's easy enough to fly, just like riding a bike, only way up in the air
>Oohs and aahs from the crowd. Guess they've only ever seen pegasi and balloons fly
>Take it to the limit, Anon
>Lean forward and pedal as fast as you can; you find yourself going faster than you ever could on foot
>At this rate you might even keep up with-
>Sluttershy pulls up along side you
>"Oh, Anon, you're up so very high, you could fall."
>She moves closer and closer to you, eying you as you pedal to stay aloft
>Of course she shows up now, you think, now that your hands are occupied steering and your feet are pedaling
>You're essentially defenseless as she starts poking at you with her nose, trying to find your pants zipper as you pedal
>Goddamnit, this is not good
>You stop pedaling and let yourself fall to escape
>Sluttershy squeals in surprise and falls behind as you frantically try to stop the fall
>You regain control and see the pegasus in pursuit
>Oh, it. is. on.
>Full throttle, baby. You pull away and lose Sluttershy before returning to Pinkie and the crowd to land.
9/x
 
>After getting mobbed by the crowd and offered a job delivering Rose's roses, Pinkie beckons you inside the shop
>"So did you like it, Anon? Huh? I'm not sure what to call it but I have a few ideas, want to hear them?"
>That's okay, Pinkie, I'll just call it a helicopter for now.
>"Ooh, helicopter, that's no fun, what about whirly-do or zippy-dippy or *gasp* WHIRLY-DIPPY!"
>I'll keep those in mind. It's great though, you've really outdone yourself here
>You've got a bad feeling about this, but you're going to get to fly with your bro, so you go ahead anyway
>"Well it's good you like it, Anon," Pinkie's voice changes to her creepy seduction voice again
>"Because we still have to work out how you'll repay me."
>Of course, you knew this was coming AND you spent all your bits on booze with Dash yesterday, like an idiot
>You look at your shoes knowing that you brought this on yourself
>Maybe you'll take Rose up on that job offer after all
>You look back up at the counter
>Pinkie's got that look in her eye
>This could get bad, what are you saying? This WILL get bad
>But you're too focused on flying with Rainbro to turn down the machine Pinkie built
>What did you have in mind, Pinkie?
>You know where this is going and you know you're going to regret this, but fuck it, it's for your bro
>"Weeeeeelllllllllllllllll... to pay me back for the whirly-dippy we could go in the back room..."
10/x
 
>"...and you could help me clean the kitchen. Gummy made a huge mess in there with one of his wild nights!"
>Her tone changes again, the bipolar mare, back to her usual high hyper voice
>No, Pinkie, I can't do- Wait, what?
>You look past her to see the baby alligator sitting on the counter surrounded by flour and dough and...bottles?
>Pinkie laughs and places a hoof on your shoulder
>"What did you THINK I was going to have you do? Rainbow would have my head if she found out I did whatever YOU were thinking about."
>Your bro has your back, and Pinkie knows it. Such a good bro.
>"Unless," she says in her low voice
>"You want to pay me back, some other way?"  
>I'll help you clean Gummy's mess, Pinkie
>You let out a relieved sigh
>Pinkie seems disappointed, but still plotting something, you know it
>Dodged a bullet there...sort of...
>You finish cleaning without Pinkie trying anything funny except a few pranks and jokes
>Go outside to your flying machine and look up to see Rainbow doing loops in the park
>All the win in the world is about to go down, bro, get ready
>You get in and take off
>Time to blow your bro's mind
11/x
 
>Closing in on Dash, going fast as a motherfucker towards your bro
>She doesn't hear you coming, just keeps doing her thing
>You get close enough to yell
>Hey Dashie!
>Your bro whips around to look for who called her
>She sees you on your insane Pinkie-engineered flying machine, pumping your dumb monkey legs to stay in the air
>Her jaw drops and her concentration breaks, sending her careening into the bushes.
>You whiz over to the crash-site and hover over Dash
>Her mouth is wide open; she looks like a deer caught in headlights
>Need a lift, Dashie?
>Your second use of the nickname snaps her out of it. She blushes, then gets up, stammering questions
>"How- when did- bu- what the buck, Anon? You can fly now?"
>You can't tell if she's excited or just really really confused
>Pinkie made it for me. Want to see what it can do?
>"Y-you know it, Anon!"
>You fly around with your bro showing off your newfound mobility
>This worked out really well
>Almost too well...
>Oh well
12/x
 
>You fly with your bro until the sun starts going down
>This is gonna make hanging out so much cooler
>At least 20% cooler, though you were never really great at math
>It's getting dark now, you both decide to call it a day
>Hey Dash, how about some booze and movies at my place to celebrate getting my wings?
>"I think you meant movies and booze, but I'll let it slide if you beat me there."
>You serious, bro?
>"Anon, if you beat me there, booze is on ME."
>Can't refuse THAT challenge. It's ON, bro.
>You pedal faster than you've ever pedaled before
>Look to your side. Holy shit, you're keeping up with the Dash!
>She looks right back at you, smirks, blasts ahead of you, and leaves you in a trail of rainbow
>You wonder if Pinkie can supe up her invention, but decide that you should wait until you can pay her in gold instead of potential mental scarring.
>Make it home. See Dash leaning on your door, ego practically beaming from her.
>"Well you can fly, I'll give you that, but you're still a slowpoke, Anon."
>You laugh through wheezing breaths and let her in.
>You know, you never said what happens if YOU win, bro
>She stops for a second before answering
>"Well I knew I'd win anyway, so I didn't think of anything."
>"But if you're gonna split hairs, then I guess you can come with me to Cloudsdale for my flight school reunion next week."
>You got it, bro.
>You spend all night watching movies and drinking.
>What a bro.
 
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