---- 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
 
[Stop rainmoody.com]
[youtu.be/TVViQonHYHU]
>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…
[http://youtu.be/YHvskzXNh6g]
>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…