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# Hang Time: A Series of "Rainbro" One Shots

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1. "So, what do you want to do today?"
2. >"I dunno, what do you wanna do today?"
3. "I dunno, what do you want to do today?"
4. >"Look man, we can keep this up all day or we can go do something. What's it gonna be?"
5. >She looks at you with those pink eyes with a bored expression on her face, and you huff out a sigh.
6. "I dunno... what do you wanna do today?"
7. >"Ugh."
8. >You thought today would have been awesome to hang out with Rainbow Dash with, but so far the two of you are out of ideas.
9. "What about some baseball? We could always do that."
10. >"Two man baseball game? Please, I'd wipe the floor with you in a second."
11. "Fishing?"
12. >"Pfft, too slow and boring. We have to do something more... more... extreme!"
13. "Yeah, but what? Not much we can do in this town that could be classified as extreme or edgy."
14. >She sighs, and you lay down under the tree the two of you sat under.
15. "..."
16. >"..."
17. "Wanna go prank Twilight?"
18. >"Oh my gosh, YES."
19. >You spring to your feet and dust off your jeans, giving Rainbow a cocky smile.
20. "Race ya!"
21. >"Oh you're on!"
22. >You blast off in a mad sprint for Twilight's house, but Rainbow doesn't take long to catch up.
23. >She's flying right above you, sticking her tongue out and giving you a stink eye.
24. "You smarmy little- Have at you!"
25. >You thrust your hands upward and tickle her stomach, causing her to burst our into laughter.
26. >This also happens to fuck up her flight path.
27. >She lands right on your head and covers your eyes with her hooves.
28. "Dammit that's cheating!"
29. >"Cheating schmeeting, you cheated when you started to tickle me!"
30. "That's not cheating, it's called strategy!"
31. >Despite being temporarily blind, you continue to run forward, Dash still on your head.
32. "C'mon, I can't see, Dash."
33. >"Too bad. Looks like I'm going to have to guide you!"
34. "How about no?"
36. >You reach up and scramble your hands around, trying to get a grip on Rainbow to shake ker off.
37. >"Bwahaha, nice try Anon! It's gonna take more than that to get me-"
38. >She goes silent when you grab hold of her wings, but you let go instantly, not wanting to hurt her.
39. "Whoa sorry Dash. Didn't mean to grab you by the wings like that. You okay?"
40. >"Y-yeah... yeah I'm good."
41. "Can you let go of my face now? I still can't see."
42. >"Uh... not yet."
43. "What? C'mon man, lay off."
44. >You grab her front hooves and take them off your eyes, looking up at her.
45. >Before you can get a glance at her face though, she covers your eyes again.
46. "Seriously, what gives?"
47. >"Just give me a second, alright?"
48. >You groan, crossing your arms as you wait for Rainbow to release you.
49. >What the hell got into her?
50. >She was fine until your grabbed her wings.
51. >...wow maybe you DID hurt her a bit.
52. "Hey Dash?"
53. >"What?"
54. "Sorry. About the wings. Did I hurt you?"
55. >"What? No! No you didn't I... just give me a sec, kay?"
56. >...
57. >"Okay, I'm good. All better."
58. "All better?"
59. >"Nothing. So,-"
60. >She hops off your head and hovers in front of you.
61. >"-I believe that we have a race to finish?"
62. >She throws a cocky grin and darts away towards the library.
63. >Yeah, that was Rainbow for you.
64. >You wouldn't have it any other way.
66. - - - - - - -
68. >Smoke rises from the top of Twilight's tree house, you and Dash standing outside of it.
69. >The prank had gone a bit... awry.
70. >Very very awry.
71. >You nudge Rainbow, who nods and quickly zips off to find a rain cloud.
72. >Twilight groans next to you.
73. >"Honestly Anon, what in Equestria were you thinking?"
74. "Look how was I supposed to know that Spike's flames could do that? It was unavoidable."
75. >"Uh-huh."
76. "What? You're not mad at me, are you?"
77. >Rainbow Dash comes back, madly hopping on her cloud as she puts out the flames.
78. >The top of the tree was the only thing that caught fire, and even then it wasn't that bad.
79. >The most Twilight was going to have to deal with was a couple singed and soggy books.
80. >Dash lands in front of the two of you, giving Twilight a sheepish smile.
81. >DASH: "Hehe... woops?"
82. >Twilight rolls her eyes and shakes her head, while you simply shrug.
83. "Okay, the prank's a bust. Want to just go hang out at the lake?"
84. >DASH: "Sounds good, dude."
85. >You give her hoof a bump and the two of you head off.
86. >TWI: "Some lovebirds you are. Just try not to set the LAKE on fire, will you?"
87. "Lovebirds?"
88. >DASH: "What?"
89. >TWI: "Really? REALLY?"
90. >She shakes her head again and trots back into her house.
92. "What did she mean by lovebirds?"
93. >"Does she think we're... you know?.."
94. "What? Oh GOD no! No way!"
95. >"I know, right? How weird would that be?!"
96. "SO weird."
97. >"Yeah!"
98. "I mean, you and me? C'mon! We're best friends!"
99. >"Totally!"
100. "Best friends don't date each other!"
101. >"No way, they just do it on occasion!"
102. "Yea- wait what?"
103. >"What?"
104. "What did you just say?"
105. >"Uh... nothing?"
106. "..."
107. >Rainbow blushes deep, and gulps down a lump in her throat.
108. >You shrug.
109. "Meh. Must ave heard things."
110. >"Haha, yeah... heard things. Yep."
111. "Ooh! I think I know what we can go do!"
112. >"W-what?"
113. >You grin.
114. "Frisbee."
116. >"This was the best idea you've had all week!"
117. "I know, right?"
118. >The fling the yellow frisbee from your hands, sending it sailing around a tree.
119. >In a flash Rainbow takes off and chases after it, catching it mid air and flinging it back to you.
120. >Yes, you were basically playing "fetch" with her, but that didn't matter.
121. >What mattered was that you were palling around with your best friend.
122. >The frisbee shoots above your head, but you shoot a hand up and snatch it in your hand before it flies by you.
123. "Nice throw! See if you catch this one!"
124. >You set up and throw the disk in a wide arc. If you did this right, it should make an arc back to you.
125. >Rainbow darts after it, trailing behind it slightly, moving along with it in it's trajectory.
126. >She's going to catch it, right?
127. >The frisbee is now headed towards you.
128. >So is Dash.
129. >Whoa.
130. >Whoa whoa whoa!
131. >Rainbow collides with you, sending both of you tumbling along the grassy field you were playing in.
132. "Ow! Christ, Dash, what was that? I thought you totally... had..."
133. >Well hello there.
134. >You lay on the ground, Rainbow Dash on top of you.
135. >There's tiny bits of grass stuck in her fur and mane.
136. >She was... pretty close to your face..
137. "Uhm... Dash?"
138. >She just stares into your eyes, a hint of pink on her cheeks.
139. >Are her wings extended?
140. >Why are her wings extended?
141. "Dash."
142. >She shakes her head and snaps out of it, jumping off you.
143. >"Sorry Anon! I guess I didn't see you there for a sec, I was too busy going after that frisbee."
144. "Uh-huh."
145. >You brush the grass off your clothes, and notice numerous green stains on your shirt and jeans.
146. >Damn, looks like laundry night it coming early.
147. >You look to Rainbow Dash, who's flapping her wings and shaking herself free of grass.
148. >Her right ear keeps twitching back and forth.
149. "Grass in your ear?"
150. >"Yeah I- darnit, that itches. Sorry, it's just irritating to have some of this stuff in there."
151. "I can help you out. Fingers are an amazing thing to have around here."
152. >She smiles at you and nods.
153. >"Sure man, go ahead. Thanks."
154. >You get onto a knee and take Dash's ear in hand, plucking the strain of grass out from it.
155. "There, all better."
156. >You give her a stroke along her body, petting her mane.
157. >"Thanks."
158. >She bops you on the nose with a hoof and takes off.
159. >"Throw that frisbee again!"
160. >Taking the yellow disk in hand, you can't help but smile.
161. >Damn good friend, that Rainbow Dash.
162. >Damn good.
164. - - - - - - -
166. >The sewing needle in your hand weaved through the cloth in front of you.
167. >Ever since coming to Equestria you've tried finding some sort of talent that could earn you some extra cash.
168. >Much to your disappointment, you found that it happened to be sewing.
169. >As such, you were currently working on a dress that a pony ordered not two days ago.
170. >Did we mention who you worked for?
171. >I think we forgot to mention who you worked for.
172. >"Oh Anon, be a dear and hand me that ribbon on the shelf."
173. "Yes ma'am."
174. >Rarity looks over to you, her red glasses popping out in contrast to her white fur.
175. >"Darling you know you can just call me Rarity. No need to be too formal, after all."
176. "Yes ma'am."
177. >You grab the blue ribbon she had pointed out and hand it to her, as she levitates it out of your grip and over to her station.
178. >"Thank you."
179. >You quickly turn away from her and sit back down.
180. >Did you hate your job?
181. >No of course not.
182. >Did you hate your boss?
183. >No...
184. >...not exactly.
185. >You're so focused on the dress that you don't notice Rarity sneak up behind you.
186. >You also don't notice as she leans in close to your neck, and sniffs it deeply.
187. >A shiver goes across your skin, and you turn to her.
188. "Can you not do that?"
189. >"Do what, dear? I was just admiring the new cologne you're wearing, is all."
190. "I'm uh... not wearing cologne.."
191. >"Oh?"
192. >She gets closer to you.
193. >"You could have fooled me."
194. >Sexual harassment from your boss.
195. >Fun.
196. "I'm not too comfortable with this, Rarity. Can you, you know, not smell my neck so much?"
197. >"Oh you know I could do other things to you if you don't mind."
198. "Kinda do, actually."
199. >God this was unwanted.
200. >You feel a hoof run along your back, as Rarity... nibbles your earlobe?
201. >Yeah okay no.
202. >Done.
203. "I think I'm going to go home now, actually... I have... plans..."
204. >"Plans? They wouldn't happen to involve a certain mare, now would they?"
205. "Uh."
206. >"You know, I've always admired they way you use your hands. So delicate, so precise... you must be very talented with them."
207. >You turn to Rarity, and she's inches from you, her mouth slightly open.
208. >Oh god this was awkward.
209. >Suddenly, someone enters the shop and comes into the sewing room.
210. >DASH "Yo, you ready to head out? We're still up for laser tag, right?"
211. >Dash!
212. >Thank you SWEET jesus.
213. >You zip away from Rarity, a sheepish smile on your face as you stand next to Rainbow Dash.
214. "Yo! Thanks for coming. Yeah, I'm all set. See you later, ma'am."
215. >Rarity gives a pout, but then smiles slyly at you.
216. >RARITY: "Until next time, tiger. Have fun with Rainbow."
217. >She trots back to her room, giving you a wink as she does so.
218. >Eugh.
220. >"What was that all about?"
221. >You and Dash enter the laser tag shop, ponies of various ages and sizes running around the arcade found within.
222. "What?"
223. >"Rarity was making googly eyes at you when I walked in. What gives?"
224. "Oh. That. Rarity has a thing for me I think."
225. >"A...a thing?"
226. "Yeah. She tends to... "hit" on me quite a lot at work."
227. >Rainbow lowers her ears, squinting at you.
228. >"Does she now?..."
229. "Yeah. Jesus, man you should have seen it. She sniffs my neck, she feels up my back-"
230. >"Uh huh."
231. "Dude. She even nibbled my EAR."
232. >"Mmhmm."
233. >Is... is Rainbow... fuming?
234. >She seems to be glaring at the thought of all that happening.
235. >Huh.
236. >Weird.
237. >"You don't like her, do you?"
238. "What?"
239. >"Rarity. You don't like her. Tell me you don't like HER."
240. "No! No, I don't like her... I think... maybe.."
241. >"Are-... are you serious?"
242. "What? I have a sensitive neck. Sue me."
243. >Rainbow scoffs and trots over to the entryway into the laser tag arena.
244. >She was mad.
245. >God dammit.
246. >You step into the room, donning a vest and plastic gun as you ready up with Rainbow.
247. >You notice that the lights on her vest are blue.
248. >Yours are red.
249. "You switched teams?"
250. >"Yup."
251. "Are-... are you jealous?"
252. >"What? Why would I be jealous? I'm not jealous? I'm not jealous of Rarity."
253. "...fine. Be weird."
254. >You storm into the arena, heading to your team's side.
255. >What the HELL was her deal, anyway?
256. >Jealous? Of Rarity? Why?
257. >Rarity was creeping you out as it was at work, but you guess you kind of liked the attention she gave you.
258. >Only so much, though.
259. >You shake it off, and enjoy your bout of laser tag.
261. >Dammit dammit dammit.
262. >Your team was losing.
263. >Bad.
264. >You duck behind a small wall, the strobe lights of the arena messing with your vision.
265. >If you could just find ONE pony to shoot, that would be enough for you.
266. >Sadly, you haven't even found Dash yet.
267. >You wanted to get her back for her attitude from earlier.
268. >Without warning, you're tackled from the side, and your vision is blinded by hooves.
269. "Hey yo what gives! No tackling, ma-"
270. >That's a tongue.
271. >Tongue.
272. >TONGUE.
273. >WHY WAS THERE A TONGUE IN YOUR MOUTH OH GOD.
274. >Whoever tackled you, she was in the middle of kissing you with varying degrees of passion.
275. >Sweet jesus did Rarity follow you to the laser tag joint?
276. >She breaks away, then jumps off you, galloping away.
277. >You turn around to find her, but she's gone.
278. "What in the FUCK was that all about?"
279. >Then the lights all slam on, signaling the end of the match.
280. "Oh GOD DAMMIT."
281. >You march out of the arena, tossing the vest onto the rack.
282. >Rainbow Dash stands near the door, a cocky smile on her face.
283. >"Aww, upset that you lost?"
284. "Shut up, I just got violated."
285. >She raises an eyebrow, still smiling.
286. "It's not funny! I think someone just tackled me and FORCED me to make out with them. Shit's crazy, man."
287. >"Yeah. Totally crazy. Want to go grab some ice-cream?"
288. "Yeah sure I-... did you not hear me? Someone just made out with me in there."
289. >"Oh quit whining, at least you got some. Maybe it was one of the mares on my team. Now are you coming with me or not?"
290. >She hovers next to you and punches you in the shoulder playfully.
291. >You roll your eyes, and give an annoyed smile.
292. "Fiiiine. Let's go grab some grub."
293. >"You're the boss."
294. >As the two of you walk together, you notice Rainbow blushing as she smiles to the side.
295. >God she was strange sometimes.
297. - - - - - - -
299. >"Ha! I win again!"
300. "That's complete shit and you know it! How did you even get behind me in time?"
301. >"Aww are you upset that you got beat by a wittle pegasus at one of your own video games?"
302. "Shut up. You're not even that good."
303. >Dash puts down the controller and leans back on the couch.
304. >"That why my car finished first and your is a pile of crushed up metal?"
305. "Dash, before I showed you these games you had NO IDEA what a car even was."
306. >"They go wild and they go fast. That's all I really care about."
307. >You groan as you take your Burnout Paradise disk out of the console's tray and pop it back into its case.
308. "Anything else you want to play?"
309. >"What do you got?"
310. "How about Dragon Age Origins?"
311. >"Is it fast paced?"
312. "No."
313. >"Then no."
314. "Okay, fine. What about Splinter Cell?"
315. >"Fast?"
316. "No."
317. >"No."
318. >You rub your eyes.
319. >Okay, you know what? It's getting late. I think I'm heading to bed."
320. >As you get up, the crack of lighting and the boom of thunder rock your small cottage house.
321. >"A storm? No one told me there would be a storm today! Oh COME ON!"
322. >She dashes HA over to your window and peers outside.
323. >Rain was falling from the sky in heavy torrents, more lighting filling the sky.
324. "Whoa, that's pretty nasty out there."
325. >"Yeah. I could have sworn we were supposed to have this thing scheduled for next week, not today."
326. "Shit happens I guess."
327. >You turn around, walking to a small linen closet and pull out a couple of blankets, throwing them on the couch.
329. >"What's with the blankets?"
330. "Well I'm not letting you fly home in THAT weather. You're staying with me."
331. >"Wha-What? You mean in the same bed as you?"
332. >Her wings are slightly extended.
333. "Uh, no. You'd be in my bed, yeah, but I'd just stay on my couch. I don't want to make you share a bed with me, I roll around in my sleep."
334. >Dash gives a nervous laugh and nods.
335. >"Oh. Right. That makes sense."
336. >You're rummaging through your linen closet once more.
337. "God dammit where's that extra pillow?"
338. >"Um, Anon?"
339. >You turn around and see Rainbow sheepishly smiling to you.
340. >"I don't... I mean I don't really MIND sharing a bed with you. It's cool, really."
341. >You raise an eyebrow in confusion.
342. "You sure? I won't be held responsible if I kick you in my sleep."
343. >"Yeah, I'm sure."
344. >You shrug and fold the extra sheets back up and put them back in your closet, leading Rainbow back up to your room.
345. >You walk over to your bathroom and brush your teeth, lending Dash a spare toothbrush for her as well.
346. >Alright, time to hit the hay,"
347. >You jump into bed, and Rainbow jumps up into it with you.
348. >"Goodnight."
349. "G'night."
350. >Putting your hands behind you head, you relax and drift off to sleep.
351. >And then you feel Rainbow snuggle up on you.
352. >Opening your eyes, you see that she's got her head laying on your chest, a small content smile on her face.
353. >You give one back, and stroke her mane before falling asleep.
355. - - - - - - -
357. "So are we going in or what?"
358. >"Of course we are!... but you first."
359. "What? Me? Fuck you, dude, you go in first."
360. >"Yeah see, I WOULD go in first, but I feel as if it'd be polite to let you in before me. You know, ladies first?"
361. "I'm a dude."
362. >"That you are."
363. >You and Rainbow Dash stood outside a new bar that just opened up in Ponyville, the light of a streetlamp being the only thing illuminating the two of you.
364. >Both of you have heard amazing things about this place.
365. >The food was good.
366. >The waitresses were gorgeous.
367. >And the booze wasn't watered down.
368. >So it was inevitable that you and your best bro Rainbow Dash would have to come by to give it your seal of approval.
369. >The only problem?
370. >Biker stallions.
371. >God DAMN were there a lot of biker stallions around here.
372. >And right now there were three of them in front of the doors to the bar, their beefy tattooed bodies blocking your way.
373. "Fuck it. Time to man up and go get out drink on. Dash, you in?"
374. >She gives a stern nod and a cocky grin.
375. >"You know it!"
376. >You both puff up your chests and storm...
377. >...around to the back of the bar and through the back door.
380. >"Whoa, look at this place!"
381. "It... why is there shit all over the walls?"
382. >"What you mean the lapells? And the surfboards?"
383. "And the street signs and the cheesy sports shit, what IS this a Ruby Tuesdays or a goddamn bar?"
384. >The place had a number of booths set up, families of all shapes and sizes crammed into them while eating giant salads.
385. "Is... is this a family restaurant?"
386. >"Are they playing pop music over the speakers?"
387. "God dammit I knew it! Twilight lied to us about this place! It isn't a bar! It isn't a bar at all!"
388. >"Anon."
389. >Rainbow taps your shoulder.
390. >"There's a bar right over there."
391. >You look over and see a brightly lit bar, a number of fruity mixed cocktails being sipped by even fruitier ponies.
392. >You grumble to yourself and give in.
393. >Might as well try getting drunk here rather than just at your house.
394. >Least you had Dash with you.
395. >Maybe the night would get cooler because of that.
397. One Hour Later
399. "SHOTS!"
400. >"SHOTS!"
401. >The worried and creeped out eyes of numerous ponies stared at you as you and Rainbow Dash turned this lame family eatery into a gritty dive bar.
402. >Well, you were trying to, in any case.
403. >The two of you slam down your sixth shots of whiskey, both of you relishing in the burn it gave your throats.
404. "Barkeep! Cider!"
405. >"Bring meh the shider! Plenty of shider for us please thank you."
406. >Jesus she was a lightweight.
407. >Her speech is muddled and slurred, but you were having fun, that's what mattered.
408. >The bartender rolls his eyes and passes the two of you some mugs of hard cider, and you drink it in deep.
409. >You look over to Dash, but she's already drank every last drop, giving a satisfied gasp and slamming the mug down onto the bar.
410. >The booze was also getting to your head, and your thoughts were all over the fucking place.
411. "Hey yo Dash, how do you do it?"
412. >"Whassat?"
413. "The thing with the air. You in the air and zipping and zopping."
414. >"Flyinging?"
415. "Yesh. You fly so good, you know that?"
416. >She giggles like mad at your compliment, and blushes.
417. >Well, she was already doing that due to the booze anyway.
418. "No really, you fly pretty fuckin' good, how do you do that? Are your wings made of fighter jets?"
419. >"Wha?"
420. >You haphazardly reach over and grab one of her wings, carefully pawing around in it.
421. >Rainbow lets out a sharp gasp, followed by a timid whimper.
424. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFtD1DMal3o
426. "Ah'm not seeing the jets in here, Dash."
427. >"Uh... just keep looking. You'll find it eventually."
428. "Wait... there ARE jest in here? Holy shit, I didn't think I was right!"
429. >You delicately comb through Dash's wings, and she keeps cooing as you do so.
430. >Huh.
431. >Weird drunk habit you supposed.
432. >"You... you can try the other wing if you want..."
433. "Good idea."
434. >You move to grab her other wing, but it's already fully extended.
435. "Oh. Thank you."
436. >You proceed to drunkingly fondle Dash's wings, trying your best to find these god damn F-15's hidden in her feathers.
437. >Oh how cool would it be if she gave her wings call names?
438. >Like in Top Gun!
439. >Oh you hope she named one of them "Goose."
440. >How cool would that be?
441. >...
442. >Wait...
443. >...
444. >OH GOD DAMMIT
445. >You flinch your hands off of Dash's wings as you remember that pegasus wings are basically glorified pony clits around here.
446. >Your face is beet red, and you look around the diner.
447. >You're getting a lot of disgusted looks from the mares...
448. >A lot of winks and grins from the colts...
449. >And the children.
450. >Oh lord you scarred them for life.
451. >You look back to Rainbow, but her face looks like she's been getting fingerbanged by a world famous pianist.
452. >You'd end up taking Dash back home with you, plopping her onto your bed while you slept on your couch.
453. >That girl needed a special somep0ny, but for the life of you you didn't see that happening any time soon.
454. >Ah well, at least you two were bros.
456. - - - - - - -
458. >She’s late.
459. >God DAMMIT she’s late!
460. >You were going to miss the party at this rate if Rainbow Dash didn’t get here in time.
461. >You stand below Dash’s house, tapping your foot against the ground in impatience.
462. “Come on, what’s taking her so long?”
463. >You’ve always been impressed at her house of clouds, but never had the chance to visit.
464. >You know, human and all.
465. >Can’t walk on clouds.
466. >You get the picture.
467. >You look to your watch to check the time.
468. >Dammit Dash, hurry it up!
469. >You turn your head skyward and see what looks like a speck of a rainbow mane on an adjacent cloud.
470. >She was...
471. >...she was NAPPING?
472. >Oh this shit ain't flying with you.
473. "Yo Dash!"
474. >Nothing.
475. "Dash! Seriously, dude, we're gonna be late for Pinkie's pa- WAKE UP, MAN!"
476. >She still lazily naps on her puff of cumulus.
477. >Grumbling to yourself, you pick up a rock and toss it at her cloud.
478. >You miss by a mile.
479. "Son of a- DASH!"
480. >You see her roll around in the cloud, but still she sleeps.
481. >Oooh you little lazy cyan...
482. >Darting your eyes amongst the ground, you find a much larger rock.
483. >THAT would get her attention.
484. >When you go to aim it though, the cloud is gone.
485. "Wait, what? Where did she-"
486. >"Sup?"
487. >You jump at her voice and drop the rock, seeing her right above you.
488. "Were you awake the whole time?"
489. >"Yep."
490. "Then why didn't you-"
491. >"Meh, I like to see you squirm."
493. >She dances down from her cloud and lands next to you, a cocky grin on her face.
494. >"So, ready for the party?"
495. "I've BEEN ready for an hour now. I was waiting on you that entire time."
496. >"Oh you'll live, just calm it down man."
497. >She punches your shoulder playfully and you let out a sigh.
498. "Sorry. It's just, Pinkie always throws the best get-togethers and always has great drinks. I just don't want to be late and have it all be gone before we get any."
499. >"Is she supplying cider?"
500. "You know it."
501. >"Well what are we standing around here for? Let's go!"
502. >You run off with Dash flying next to you, the setting sun peaking past the mountains in the distance.
503. "Excited?"
504. >"You bet! This party is gonna be awesome!"
506. Ten Minutes Later
508. >"This party blows, dude."
509. "Tell me about it."
510. >Pinkie had failed to tell you that this party was a couples dance.
511. >Specifically, that everyone here was paired up and dancing in the middle of Sugarcube Corner's foyer.
512. >You and Dash?
513. >You two stood at the edge of the crowd, cups of cider in hand.
514. >All in all, a lame party.
515. "How could she have NOT told us about this? I didn't think to bring a date."
516. >"Same. I mean, what gives?"
517. >You nod in agreement and sip your cider from your red solo cup.
518. >Pinkie Pie bounces out of the crowd up to the both of you, a massive grin on her face.
520. >PINK: "Hiya Anon! Hiya Dashie! Enjoying the party?"
521. >DASH: "Yeah. It's an absolute blast."
522. >She drinks from her cup as she lets her palpable sarcasm sink into Pinkie.
523. >PINK: "What's the matter? Are there not enough cupcakes? Or maybe the confetti, I just KNEW I didn't put enough confetti around here."
524. "It's not about any of that, Pinkie. It has more to do with all the couples on the dance floor."
525. >PINK: "Ooh I know! I thought having a couple's dance would be a neat little treat for the town!"
526. "Pinkie."
527. >PINK: "Hm?"
528. >DASH: "You never told us it was a couple's dance! Now we're just standing on the edge of the crowd getting drunk."
529. >Pinkie looks at the two of you and just giggles.
530. >PINK: "Oh sillies, you two could just dance together!"
531. "What."
532. >DASH: "What."
533. >PINK: "You two are always palling around and everything, so the two of you dancing would make the most sense!"
534. >And with that, she bounces back into the crowd.
535. >You and Dash stand dumbstruck.
536. "Did... did she try to set us up?"
537. >"I... maybe?"
538. >You look to her.
539. >She looks to you.
540. >You both break out into laughter.
541. "Ha! You and me? Please, we're bros!"
542. >"Bros don't dance! That's just... I mean really?"
543. >You both chuckle, drinking more cider from your cups.
544. >...
545. >...
546. >"Um... what if we did though?"
549. "What?"
550. >"Nothing."
551. "No really, what?"
552. >"I... well they're all dancing out there and we're here doing... well, nothing."
553. "We're doing something! See?"
554. >You take a swig of your red solo cup, downing your cider.
555. "See? Doing something."
556. >"Haha... right... yeah..."
557. >The two of you stand there in silence, watching the crowd of couples.
558. >...
559. "Fine."
560. >Dash spits up her cider and whips her head to see you.
561. >"R-really?"
562. "Yeah. Let's... let's just get this over with."
563. >You toss the cup into a bin nearby and turn around to face Dash.
564. >The two of you look awkwardly at each other.
565. "Uh.."
566. >"How do we-"
567. "Wait, just- maybe if I-"
568. >"You're a bit taller than me so what if-"
569. "No wait that's- wait, wait, just stop."
570. >Turns out dancing with a pony is awkward as hell to start up.
571. "What if you just, I don't know, stand on your front hooves and-"
572. >"I got it, I got it, hang on."
573. >Dash awkwardly stands on her hing legs, resting her front hooves on your shoulders.
574. >It's the first time Dash has been eye level with you without her flying.
575. >There's no way this could get cheesier.
576. >Then the music starts playing.
578. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FL0bjwez8mg
580. "Wait is that?... you've gotta be kidding me."
581. >You look over to the boom box at the other side of the room.
582. >Pinkie is standing right next to it, giving you a huge, creepy smile.
583. >She winks.
584. >God dammit.
585. >You look back to Rainbow, who's simply looking back up to you with timid eyes.
586. "So uh... yeah... um."
587. >You slowly begin to sway from side to side, placing your hands on either side of Dash's waist.
588. >This...
589. >...wasn't so bad.
590. >As the song plays on, you get more comfortable dancing with Rainbow.
591. >She smiles the whole time, resting her head on your chest eventually.
592. >But when she looks up into your eyes, your heart seems to catch ever so slightly.
593. >Sufficed to say, these feeling were pretty wierd.
594. >...
595. >But Dash seemed happy at least.
596. >You bring a hand up to her head, stroking her mane softly.
597. >Yeah.
598. >As long as she was happy, you could deal with the cheesy music and the low lighting.
599. >And... you were kind of happy too.
600. >So all in all, it wasn't so bad.
602. - - - - - - -
605. >You groan as you rouse yourself from sleep, stretching your arms as you make your way out of your bed.
606. >Your bones creak as you try to shower out your tired sensation, the warm water making you more sleepy than awake.
607. >As you dry yourself off and get dressed, you wonder what today could hold for you.
608. >You had no real plans, and you didn't have a shift over at Rarity's today either, so your day seemed pretty free of worry.
609. >Walking into your kitchen, you pull out some bread and toss it into your toaster.
610. >Buttered toast with a dash of jam seemed like a good choice this morning.
611. >Waiting on the toast, you walk over to your door and pick up the newspaper sitting outside of it.
612. >Relaxing on a chair at your kitchen table, you flip open the paper and get to reading, taking a sip of your orange juice as you do.
613. >What you see on the front page makes you spit up the delicious, vitamin C enriched liquid all over it.
614. >Rainbow Dash: Human Fiddler? Reports say, YES.
615. >What in the all mighty FUCK was this?
616. >You speed through the article, spotting pictures of what appears to be Rainbow Dash and...
617. >...you.
618. >Walking into a seedy hotel together.
619. >But you never went to a hotel with Rainbow Dash!
620. >Why would you need to go to a hotel with Rainbow Dash?
621. >That didn't make any fucking sense.
622. >To top it off, the smell of burning toast reaches your nose.
623. >This... this was going to be a long day.
626. >Let's see here...
627. >Newspaper says that the article was written by the "CMC"
628. >What was that, a wrestler?
629. >You didn't know.
630. >In any case, you knew this thing was published by some school fillies down at the local schoolhouse.
631. >You'd probably get some answers there.
632. >Walking through town though proved... awkward.
633. >Seems that everyp0ny had a copy of today's paper, and whenever someone caught sight of you, you'd here them snicker and glance at their friends.
634. >Great.
635. >The whole town thought you were fucking a pony.
636. >And not just anyp0ny.
637. >Rainbow Dash.
638. >Your best friend.
639. >Which of course, would be absolutely idiotic on your part.
640. >Best friends do NOT fuck each other.
641. >Those are another type of friend, and you were not that type of friend with Rainbow.
642. >You rub the space between your eyes as you pick up your pace.
643. >The sooner you got to the school, the better.
644. >"Hiya Anon! Ooh ooh ooh, guess whaaaaat I read todaaaaaay?"
645. >Jesus Christ on a wafer thin cracker.
646. >Pinkie Pie.
647. >If there was a god, you silently prayed that he smite you down right here and right now.
648. >...
649. >Well fuck you too then, god.
651. "Ah, Pinkie... what's up?"
652. >She bounces over to and around you, a huge, shit eating grin on her face.
653. >"I'm super-duper! I'm more interested about how YOU'RE doing, though."
654. "Oh. Neat. Listen it was great to see you and all, but I need to go find-"
655. >"I am SO glad you took my advice from the dance! You and Dash make just the cutest little couple I've ever seen! Oh I know! We should throw a party to celebrate your conquering of her virginity!"
656. "What... the FUCK are you talking about?! Do you realize how skeevy that sounds?"
657. >"Oh Anon, everyp0ny know you like Dashie!"
658. "We're friends, Pinkie! Just friends!"
659. >"Oh?"
660. >She whips the newspaper out of your hands and thrusts it into your face.
661. >"Then why were you taking her to a hotel outside of town?"
662. >You bet the paper out of your face and get nose to nose with the pink party pony.
663. "I didn't! Hell, I didn't even know there WAS a hotel around here until this morning. Point is, I never took Rainbow ANYWHERE last week."
664. >Pinkie raises a suspicious eyebrow at you.
665. >"Reeeaaaaalllyyy?"
666. "Yes, really."
667. >She perks up and smiles.
668. >"Woops! Sorry about that Anon, I guess I just trusted out liberal biased media!"
669. "What."
670. >"So, what are you going to tell Rainbow Dash?"
671. "What are you talking abou-"
672. >"ANONYMOUS!"
673. >A loud voice shouts down from the sky above you, and you instantly know what you're in for.
674. >Sighing, you hand the newspaper to Pinkie and brace yourself.
675. "Be right back."
676. >And then in a flash, Rainbow tackles you.
678. >She flew into you a lot harder than you expected, and the two of you tumble to the ground.
679. >Once the world stops spinning, you realize that Dash is pinning you to the ground.
680. >And she looks ROYALLY pissed.
681. >"What buck have you been saying around town?!"
682. "Me? I didn't do this!"
683. >"Then why is there a picture of us walking into that skeevy hotel outside of town?!"
684. "You're guess is as good as mine, blue-butt. Now get off me!"
685. >You wrestle your way off of Dash, but she's still fuming.
686. >"The whole town, Anon. The WHOLE town thinks we're... we're..."
687. >"Humpin' like bunnies?" Pinkie Pie pipes out.
688. >Dash spins around, her cheeks fiery red, and barks back at Pinkie.
689. >"Shut up! We are not!"
690. "Whoever wrote this is going by the title, "CMC." If we're getting any answers, it's from them."
691. >Dash turns back to you, an eyebrow raised.
692. >"Did you say CMC?..."
693. "Yeah. You know him?"
694. >"Oh... I know them alright."
695. "Them?"
696. >"Come on, we got to get to that school!"
697. >She zips up into the air and flies off towards the school house, as you run after her with Pinkie in tow.
698. >When you finally make it, you spot a large group of fillies playing outside on the school's playground.
699. >Pinkie Pie shrieks in delight and gallops over to a few fillies playing jump rope, joining them.
700. >Well at least she'd be preoccupied for now.
701. >You jog up to Dash, as she makes her way over to a small shack near the blacktop.
702. >She thrusts open the door, and her expression hardens.
703. >"BRING ME SCOOTALOO."
706. >Instantly, almost like magic, a small orange filly darts out ans scuttles up to you.
707. >"Dash!"
708. >The big beaming grin on her face reverts to a worried expression when she realizes Dash is NOT amused.
709. >"Oh... right... hehe, what's up Dash?"
710. >Dash grabs the paper from you and shoves it at Scootaloo."
711. >"What did you little gremlins write about me and Anon?!"
712. >Scootaloo fiegns a smile and shrugs.
713. >"I... may have taken some liberties in our latest article, I'll admit."
714. >"Liberties? You straight out LIED about us in the paper today!"
715. >Scootlaoo looks slightly confused.
716. >"Lied? B-but, I was just writing what you wrote down!"
717. "Wait, what?"
718. >You look to Dash, and she's equally as confused as you.
719. >"Alright, start talkin' pipsqueak."
720. >"Honest Dash! I... oh please don't hate me... when I was over at your place last week while it rained, I may have... found you... diary."
721. >"YOU FOUND MY WHAT?"
722. "You have a diary?"
723. >"NO! Nope! No I-"
724. >"Yup! And while I was there, I may have read a teensy bit of it. You should feel proud, Rainbow Dash! It was filled with all sorts of adventures that involved Anonymous! Some of them seemed far-fetched, but when I read the hotel part, I thought it would make a good story for the paper!"
725. >Dash's face goes red with embarrassment as she realizes what Scootaloo has done.
726. >"Wait... was the diary blue, or pink?..."
727. >"Um... pink?"
728. >...
729. >"Scootaloo."
730. >"yes?"
731. >"The pink book is NOT my diary."
732. "Then what is it?"
733. >"It... it's my... *mumble*fiction*.."
734. >Oh.
736. >rainbow Dash fidgets in place, not sure what to do or say.
737. >"Uh... UHH..."
738. >Suddenly Pinkie bursts into the room and snaps over to Dash.
739. >"Teeeeelllllll hiiiiiiiimmmmmm."
740. >And like a snake, she slinks away, back outside.
741. >...
742. >What the fuck, Pinkie Pie?
743. >Dash lets out a frustrated groan, and glares at Scootaloo.
744. >"You're gonna pull that story. PRONTO. Got it?"
745. >Scootaloo nods vigorously and darts over to the presses, promptly stopping them.
746. >Letting out a sigh, she turns to you and gives a weak grin.
747. >"Haha...ha... I think we need to talk..."
748. "Not here though, I'm guessing."
749. >"Yeah. Can we go back to your place?"
750. >Nodding you both leave the schoolhouse behind.
751. >The whole walk back is awkwardly quiet.
752. >Not one of you says a word, but the whole time you're wondering just what in the world Dash wants to talk to your about.
753. >Something to do with her "Diary" probably.
754. >You make it to the tiny house you called home, and step inside.
755. >You sit down on your couch, and Dash joins you.
756. >"Okay... okay this isn't gonna be easy for me, so just... just bare with me."
757. >She takes a deep breath.
758. >What on earth could she have to say that required THIS much preparation?
759. >"Ikindasortahaveabigcrushonyoualittlebit."
760. >She flinches when she finishes her confession.
761. >Unfortuantely, she was talking so fast that you didn't hear a damn word of it.
762. "Uh... I didn't quite catch that..."
763. >Dash brings her hooves to her face.
764. >"*mumble mumble*"
765. "Still didn't catch that."
766. >"I... like you."
767. >...
768. >Oh.
769. >Well.
770. >Awkward.
772. - - - - - - -
774. >Okay.
775. >This was… unexpected…
776. >You sat on the couch in your house, Rainbow Dash sitting right next to you.
777. >Today had been rather hectic, what with a newspaper article floating around saying you and Dash were now a couple.
778. >You weren’t of course, and the two of you had found the culprit.
779. >Turns out it was the small filly Scootaloo who had published the article, taking an excerpt from a book she found in Dash’s house as the basis of the article, thinking it was Dash’s diary and that the two of you were, indeed, together.
780. >And here you sat, while Dash prepared to tell you something.
781. >Something important, according to her.
782. >"Okay... okay this isn't gonna be easy for me, so just... just bare with me."
783. >She takes a deep breath.
784. >What on earth could she have to say that required THIS much preparation?
785. >"Ikindasortahaveabigcrushonyoualittlebit."
786. >She flinches when she finishes her confession.
787. >Unfortuantely, she was talking so fast that you didn't hear a damn word of it.
788. "Uh... I didn't quite catch that..."
789. >Dash brings her hooves to her face.
790. >"*mumble mumble*"
791. "Still didn't catch that."
792. >"I... like you."
793. >...
794. >Hoboy…
796. “You… like me?”
797. >She darts her eyes away from you, nodding slowly.
798. >”Y-yeah. Yeah, I do…”
799. “Oh… uh… I like you too?”
800. >Her ears shoot up and her cheeks go red.
801. >”Really?!”
802. “Well yeah. I mean, we’re best friends, right?”
803. >Dash’s ears turn downwards and she brings a hoof to her face, groaning.
804. “What?”
805. >”That’s not what I-… I LIKE you.”
806. “Right. I like you too.”
807. >”No, I mean I REALLY like you.”
808. “Right.”
809. >”How are you not- No! Anonymous, I like you. A lot.”
810. “I like you too, Dash.”
811. >”I mean I like you more than a friend should like someone!”
812. “I don’t follow.”
813. >”How-“
814. “I mean you’re a great friend and all, if that’s what you’re talking about.”
815. >Rainbow Dash buries her face into her hoofs again, sighing.
816. >When she looks back to you, a determined expression has made its way onto her face.
817. >”Just… just let me show you, okay?”
820. >She adjusts herself on the couch, getting closer to you as she does so.
821. >Dash is now nose to nose with you, her cheeks pink and warm.
822. >You can feel the heat radiating off her face from where you are.
823. >What was she-
824. >…
825. >Oh fuck now you got it.
826. >Yup.
827. >NOW you understood.
828. >Her snout inches closer to your mouth, her eyes slightly closing as she does so.
829. >Shit.
830. >SHIT.
831. >SHIT WHAT DO I DO OH GOD.
832. >Before you can have a witty dialogue with your brain like old times, Dash’s lips tenderly connect with yours.
833. >You weren’t prepared for this, so she’s in full kissy face mode while your lips are curled inward.
834. >All in all, it was awkward.
835. >Maybe you could try to say something?
836. >Yeah.
837. >Yeah that was a good idea.
838. >As Dash continues to kiss your… face, you open your mouth to kindly tell her that-
839. >TONGUE
840. >IN YOUR MOUTH
841. >TONGUE
842. >Seems Dash was a cheeky little thing, as she took advantage of your open mouth and began to kiss you with a lot more “gusto.”
843. >She breaks the kiss, her eyes now hazy and the blush on her cheeks stronger than ever.
844. >”So… yeah. I like you like that…”
846. "..."
847. >"Did... did I screw this up?"
848. "..."
849. >"Oh darnit I screwed it up! I'm sorry! Really, I just- I didn't know what to- oh my gosh, no..."
850. "..."
851. >"I just... I've liked you for a really long time, and I never had the guts to just outright tell you, but now I AM telling you and I kissed you and OH GOD I'm sorry about the kiss! Really, I just thought that you liked me back like that. and now I'm nervous and when I'm nervous I tend to talk really fast and I start to ramble and-"
852. "Dash."
853. >"-then I-... yes?"
854. >You place your hands on her shoulders, a small smile on your face.
855. "I like you too."
856. >Rainbow rolls her eyes and sighs.
857. >"I know that, but I'm talking about you liking me the way I-"
858. "No, Dash... I like you too."
859. >"I... really?"
860. >You place a hand on her cheek, stroking it gently and nod.
861. >"Are you sure?..."
862. "Just... let me show you."
863. >And this time, you kiss her willingly and happily.
865. ~END~

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"So, what do you want to do today?" >"I dunno, what do you wanna do today?" "I dunno, what do you want to do today?" >"Look man, we can keep this up all day or we can go do something. What's it gonna be?" >She looks at you with those pink eyes with a bored expression on her face, and you huff out a sigh. "I dunno... what do you wanna do today?" >"Ugh." >You thought today would have been awesome to hang out with Rainbow Dash with, but so far the two of you are out of ideas. "What about some baseball? We could always do that." >"Two man baseball game? Please, I'd wipe the floor with you in a second." "Fishing?" >"Pfft, too slow and boring. We have to do something more... more... extreme!" "Yeah, but what? Not much we can do in this town that could be classified as extreme or edgy." >She sighs, and you lay down under the tree the two of you sat under. "..." >"..." "Wanna go prank Twilight?" >"Oh my gosh, YES." >You spring to your feet and dust off your jeans, giving Rainbow a cocky smile. "Race ya!" >"Oh you're on!" >You blast off in a mad sprint for Twilight's house, but Rainbow doesn't take long to catch up. >She's flying right above you, sticking her tongue out and giving you a stink eye. "You smarmy little- Have at you!" >You thrust your hands upward and tickle her stomach, causing her to burst our into laughter. >This also happens to fuck up her flight path. >She lands right on your head and covers your eyes with her hooves. "Dammit that's cheating!" >"Cheating schmeeting, you cheated when you started to tickle me!" "That's not cheating, it's called strategy!" >Despite being temporarily blind, you continue to run forward, Dash still on your head. "C'mon, I can't see, Dash." >"Too bad. Looks like I'm going to have to guide you!" "How about no?" >You reach up and scramble your hands around, trying to get a grip on Rainbow to shake ker off. >"Bwahaha, nice try Anon! It's gonna take more than that to get me-" >She goes silent when you grab hold of her wings, but you let go instantly, not wanting to hurt her. "Whoa sorry Dash. Didn't mean to grab you by the wings like that. You okay?" >"Y-yeah... yeah I'm good." "Can you let go of my face now? I still can't see." >"Uh... not yet." "What? C'mon man, lay off." >You grab her front hooves and take them off your eyes, looking up at her. >Before you can get a glance at her face though, she covers your eyes again. "Seriously, what gives?" >"Just give me a second, alright?" >You groan, crossing your arms as you wait for Rainbow to release you. >What the hell got into her? >She was fine until your grabbed her wings. >...wow maybe you DID hurt her a bit. "Hey Dash?" >"What?" "Sorry. About the wings. Did I hurt you?" >"What? No! No you didn't I... just give me a sec, kay?" >... >"Okay, I'm good. All better." "All better?" >"Nothing. So,-" >She hops off your head and hovers in front of you. >"-I believe that we have a race to finish?" >She throws a cocky grin and darts away towards the library. >Yeah, that was Rainbow for you. >You wouldn't have it any other way. - - - - - - - >Smoke rises from the top of Twilight's tree house, you and Dash standing outside of it. >The prank had gone a bit... awry. >Very very awry. >You nudge Rainbow, who nods and quickly zips off to find a rain cloud. >Twilight groans next to you. >"Honestly Anon, what in Equestria were you thinking?" "Look how was I supposed to know that Spike's flames could do that? It was unavoidable." >"Uh-huh." "What? You're not mad at me, are you?" >Rainbow Dash comes back, madly hopping on her cloud as she puts out the flames. >The top of the tree was the only thing that caught fire, and even then it wasn't that bad. >The most Twilight was going to have to deal with was a couple singed and soggy books. >Dash lands in front of the two of you, giving Twilight a sheepish smile. >DASH: "Hehe... woops?" >Twilight rolls her eyes and shakes her head, while you simply shrug. "Okay, the prank's a bust. Want to just go hang out at the lake?" >DASH: "Sounds good, dude." >You give her hoof a bump and the two of you head off. >TWI: "Some lovebirds you are. Just try not to set the LAKE on fire, will you?" "Lovebirds?" >DASH: "What?" >TWI: "Really? REALLY?" >She shakes her head again and trots back into her house. "What did she mean by lovebirds?" >"Does she think we're... you know?.." "What? Oh GOD no! No way!" >"I know, right? How weird would that be?!" "SO weird." >"Yeah!" "I mean, you and me? C'mon! We're best friends!" >"Totally!" "Best friends don't date each other!" >"No way, they just do it on occasion!" "Yea- wait what?" >"What?" "What did you just say?" >"Uh... nothing?" "..." >Rainbow blushes deep, and gulps down a lump in her throat. >You shrug. "Meh. Must ave heard things." >"Haha, yeah... heard things. Yep." "Ooh! I think I know what we can go do!" >"W-what?" >You grin. "Frisbee." >"This was the best idea you've had all week!" "I know, right?" >The fling the yellow frisbee from your hands, sending it sailing around a tree. >In a flash Rainbow takes off and chases after it, catching it mid air and flinging it back to you. >Yes, you were basically playing "fetch" with her, but that didn't matter. >What mattered was that you were palling around with your best friend. >The frisbee shoots above your head, but you shoot a hand up and snatch it in your hand before it flies by you. "Nice throw! See if you catch this one!" >You set up and throw the disk in a wide arc. If you did this right, it should make an arc back to you. >Rainbow darts after it, trailing behind it slightly, moving along with it in it's trajectory. >She's going to catch it, right? >The frisbee is now headed towards you. >So is Dash. >Whoa. >Whoa whoa whoa! >Rainbow collides with you, sending both of you tumbling along the grassy field you were playing in. "Ow! Christ, Dash, what was that? I thought you totally... had..." >Well hello there. >You lay on the ground, Rainbow Dash on top of you. >There's tiny bits of grass stuck in her fur and mane. >She was... pretty close to your face.. "Uhm... Dash?" >She just stares into your eyes, a hint of pink on her cheeks. >Are her wings extended? >Why are her wings extended? "Dash." >She shakes her head and snaps out of it, jumping off you. >"Sorry Anon! I guess I didn't see you there for a sec, I was too busy going after that frisbee." "Uh-huh." >You brush the grass off your clothes, and notice numerous green stains on your shirt and jeans. >Damn, looks like laundry night it coming early. >You look to Rainbow Dash, who's flapping her wings and shaking herself free of grass. >Her right ear keeps twitching back and forth. "Grass in your ear?" >"Yeah I- darnit, that itches. Sorry, it's just irritating to have some of this stuff in there." "I can help you out. Fingers are an amazing thing to have around here." >She smiles at you and nods. >"Sure man, go ahead. Thanks." >You get onto a knee and take Dash's ear in hand, plucking the strain of grass out from it. "There, all better." >You give her a stroke along her body, petting her mane. >"Thanks." >She bops you on the nose with a hoof and takes off. >"Throw that frisbee again!" >Taking the yellow disk in hand, you can't help but smile. >Damn good friend, that Rainbow Dash. >Damn good. - - - - - - - >The sewing needle in your hand weaved through the cloth in front of you. >Ever since coming to Equestria you've tried finding some sort of talent that could earn you some extra cash. >Much to your disappointment, you found that it happened to be sewing. >As such, you were currently working on a dress that a pony ordered not two days ago. >Did we mention who you worked for? >I think we forgot to mention who you worked for. >"Oh Anon, be a dear and hand me that ribbon on the shelf." "Yes ma'am." >Rarity looks over to you, her red glasses popping out in contrast to her white fur. >"Darling you know you can just call me Rarity. No need to be too formal, after all." "Yes ma'am." >You grab the blue ribbon she had pointed out and hand it to her, as she levitates it out of your grip and over to her station. >"Thank you." >You quickly turn away from her and sit back down. >Did you hate your job? >No of course not. >Did you hate your boss? >No... >...not exactly. >You're so focused on the dress that you don't notice Rarity sneak up behind you. >You also don't notice as she leans in close to your neck, and sniffs it deeply. >A shiver goes across your skin, and you turn to her. "Can you not do that?" >"Do what, dear? I was just admiring the new cologne you're wearing, is all." "I'm uh... not wearing cologne.." >"Oh?" >She gets closer to you. >"You could have fooled me." >Sexual harassment from your boss. >Fun. "I'm not too comfortable with this, Rarity. Can you, you know, not smell my neck so much?" >"Oh you know I could do other things to you if you don't mind." "Kinda do, actually." >God this was unwanted. >You feel a hoof run along your back, as Rarity... nibbles your earlobe? >Yeah okay no. >Done. "I think I'm going to go home now, actually... I have... plans..." >"Plans? They wouldn't happen to involve a certain mare, now would they?" "Uh." >"You know, I've always admired they way you use your hands. So delicate, so precise... you must be very talented with them." >You turn to Rarity, and she's inches from you, her mouth slightly open. >Oh god this was awkward. >Suddenly, someone enters the shop and comes into the sewing room. >DASH "Yo, you ready to head out? We're still up for laser tag, right?" >Dash! >Thank you SWEET jesus. >You zip away from Rarity, a sheepish smile on your face as you stand next to Rainbow Dash. "Yo! Thanks for coming. Yeah, I'm all set. See you later, ma'am." >Rarity gives a pout, but then smiles slyly at you. >RARITY: "Until next time, tiger. Have fun with Rainbow." >She trots back to her room, giving you a wink as she does so. >Eugh. >"What was that all about?" >You and Dash enter the laser tag shop, ponies of various ages and sizes running around the arcade found within. "What?" >"Rarity was making googly eyes at you when I walked in. What gives?" "Oh. That. Rarity has a thing for me I think." >"A...a thing?" "Yeah. She tends to... "hit" on me quite a lot at work." >Rainbow lowers her ears, squinting at you. >"Does she now?..." "Yeah. Jesus, man you should have seen it. She sniffs my neck, she feels up my back-" >"Uh huh." "Dude. She even nibbled my EAR." >"Mmhmm." >Is... is Rainbow... fuming? >She seems to be glaring at the thought of all that happening. >Huh. >Weird. >"You don't like her, do you?" "What?" >"Rarity. You don't like her. Tell me you don't like HER." "No! No, I don't like her... I think... maybe.." >"Are-... are you serious?" "What? I have a sensitive neck. Sue me." >Rainbow scoffs and trots over to the entryway into the laser tag arena. >She was mad. >God dammit. >You step into the room, donning a vest and plastic gun as you ready up with Rainbow. >You notice that the lights on her vest are blue. >Yours are red. "You switched teams?" >"Yup." "Are-... are you jealous?" >"What? Why would I be jealous? I'm not jealous? I'm not jealous of Rarity." "...fine. Be weird." >You storm into the arena, heading to your team's side. >What the HELL was her deal, anyway? >Jealous? Of Rarity? Why? >Rarity was creeping you out as it was at work, but you guess you kind of liked the attention she gave you. >Only so much, though. >You shake it off, and enjoy your bout of laser tag. >Dammit dammit dammit. >Your team was losing. >Bad. >You duck behind a small wall, the strobe lights of the arena messing with your vision. >If you could just find ONE pony to shoot, that would be enough for you. >Sadly, you haven't even found Dash yet. >You wanted to get her back for her attitude from earlier. >Without warning, you're tackled from the side, and your vision is blinded by hooves. "Hey yo what gives! No tackling, ma-" >That's a tongue. >Tongue. >TONGUE. >WHY WAS THERE A TONGUE IN YOUR MOUTH OH GOD. >Whoever tackled you, she was in the middle of kissing you with varying degrees of passion. >Sweet jesus did Rarity follow you to the laser tag joint? >She breaks away, then jumps off you, galloping away. >You turn around to find her, but she's gone. "What in the FUCK was that all about?" >Then the lights all slam on, signaling the end of the match. "Oh GOD DAMMIT." >You march out of the arena, tossing the vest onto the rack. >Rainbow Dash stands near the door, a cocky smile on her face. >"Aww, upset that you lost?" "Shut up, I just got violated." >She raises an eyebrow, still smiling. "It's not funny! I think someone just tackled me and FORCED me to make out with them. Shit's crazy, man." >"Yeah. Totally crazy. Want to go grab some ice-cream?" "Yeah sure I-... did you not hear me? Someone just made out with me in there." >"Oh quit whining, at least you got some. Maybe it was one of the mares on my team. Now are you coming with me or not?" >She hovers next to you and punches you in the shoulder playfully. >You roll your eyes, and give an annoyed smile. "Fiiiine. Let's go grab some grub." >"You're the boss." >As the two of you walk together, you notice Rainbow blushing as she smiles to the side. >God she was strange sometimes. - - - - - - - >"Ha! I win again!" "That's complete shit and you know it! How did you even get behind me in time?" >"Aww are you upset that you got beat by a wittle pegasus at one of your own video games?" "Shut up. You're not even that good." >Dash puts down the controller and leans back on the couch. >"That why my car finished first and your is a pile of crushed up metal?" "Dash, before I showed you these games you had NO IDEA what a car even was." >"They go wild and they go fast. That's all I really care about." >You groan as you take your Burnout Paradise disk out of the console's tray and pop it back into its case. "Anything else you want to play?" >"What do you got?" "How about Dragon Age Origins?" >"Is it fast paced?" "No." >"Then no." "Okay, fine. What about Splinter Cell?" >"Fast?" "No." >"No." >You rub your eyes. >Okay, you know what? It's getting late. I think I'm heading to bed." >As you get up, the crack of lighting and the boom of thunder rock your small cottage house. >"A storm? No one told me there would be a storm today! Oh COME ON!" >She dashes HA over to your window and peers outside. >Rain was falling from the sky in heavy torrents, more lighting filling the sky. "Whoa, that's pretty nasty out there." >"Yeah. I could have sworn we were supposed to have this thing scheduled for next week, not today." "Shit happens I guess." >You turn around, walking to a small linen closet and pull out a couple of blankets, throwing them on the couch. >"What's with the blankets?" "Well I'm not letting you fly home in THAT weather. You're staying with me." >"Wha-What? You mean in the same bed as you?" >Her wings are slightly extended. "Uh, no. You'd be in my bed, yeah, but I'd just stay on my couch. I don't want to make you share a bed with me, I roll around in my sleep." >Dash gives a nervous laugh and nods. >"Oh. Right. That makes sense." >You're rummaging through your linen closet once more. "God dammit where's that extra pillow?" >"Um, Anon?" >You turn around and see Rainbow sheepishly smiling to you. >"I don't... I mean I don't really MIND sharing a bed with you. It's cool, really." >You raise an eyebrow in confusion. "You sure? I won't be held responsible if I kick you in my sleep." >"Yeah, I'm sure." >You shrug and fold the extra sheets back up and put them back in your closet, leading Rainbow back up to your room. >You walk over to your bathroom and brush your teeth, lending Dash a spare toothbrush for her as well. >Alright, time to hit the hay," >You jump into bed, and Rainbow jumps up into it with you. >"Goodnight." "G'night." >Putting your hands behind you head, you relax and drift off to sleep. >And then you feel Rainbow snuggle up on you. >Opening your eyes, you see that she's got her head laying on your chest, a small content smile on her face. >You give one back, and stroke her mane before falling asleep. - - - - - - - "So are we going in or what?" >"Of course we are!... but you first." "What? Me? Fuck you, dude, you go in first." >"Yeah see, I WOULD go in first, but I feel as if it'd be polite to let you in before me. You know, ladies first?" "I'm a dude." >"That you are." >You and Rainbow Dash stood outside a new bar that just opened up in Ponyville, the light of a streetlamp being the only thing illuminating the two of you. >Both of you have heard amazing things about this place. >The food was good. >The waitresses were gorgeous. >And the booze wasn't watered down. >So it was inevitable that you and your best bro Rainbow Dash would have to come by to give it your seal of approval. >The only problem? >Biker stallions. >God DAMN were there a lot of biker stallions around here. >And right now there were three of them in front of the doors to the bar, their beefy tattooed bodies blocking your way. "Fuck it. Time to man up and go get out drink on. Dash, you in?" >She gives a stern nod and a cocky grin. >"You know it!" >You both puff up your chests and storm... >...around to the back of the bar and through the back door. >"Whoa, look at this place!" "It... why is there shit all over the walls?" >"What you mean the lapells? And the surfboards?" "And the street signs and the cheesy sports shit, what IS this a Ruby Tuesdays or a goddamn bar?" >The place had a number of booths set up, families of all shapes and sizes crammed into them while eating giant salads. "Is... is this a family restaurant?" >"Are they playing pop music over the speakers?" "God dammit I knew it! Twilight lied to us about this place! It isn't a bar! It isn't a bar at all!" >"Anon." >Rainbow taps your shoulder. >"There's a bar right over there." >You look over and see a brightly lit bar, a number of fruity mixed cocktails being sipped by even fruitier ponies. >You grumble to yourself and give in. >Might as well try getting drunk here rather than just at your house. >Least you had Dash with you. >Maybe the night would get cooler because of that. One Hour Later "SHOTS!" >"SHOTS!" >The worried and creeped out eyes of numerous ponies stared at you as you and Rainbow Dash turned this lame family eatery into a gritty dive bar. >Well, you were trying to, in any case. >The two of you slam down your sixth shots of whiskey, both of you relishing in the burn it gave your throats. "Barkeep! Cider!" >"Bring meh the shider! Plenty of shider for us please thank you." >Jesus she was a lightweight. >Her speech is muddled and slurred, but you were having fun, that's what mattered. >The bartender rolls his eyes and passes the two of you some mugs of hard cider, and you drink it in deep. >You look over to Dash, but she's already drank every last drop, giving a satisfied gasp and slamming the mug down onto the bar. >The booze was also getting to your head, and your thoughts were all over the fucking place. "Hey yo Dash, how do you do it?" >"Whassat?" "The thing with the air. You in the air and zipping and zopping." >"Flyinging?" "Yesh. You fly so good, you know that?" >She giggles like mad at your compliment, and blushes. >Well, she was already doing that due to the booze anyway. "No really, you fly pretty fuckin' good, how do you do that? Are your wings made of fighter jets?" >"Wha?" >You haphazardly reach over and grab one of her wings, carefully pawing around in it. >Rainbow lets out a sharp gasp, followed by a timid whimper. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFtD1DMal3o "Ah'm not seeing the jets in here, Dash." >"Uh... just keep looking. You'll find it eventually." "Wait... there ARE jest in here? Holy shit, I didn't think I was right!" >You delicately comb through Dash's wings, and she keeps cooing as you do so. >Huh. >Weird drunk habit you supposed. >"You... you can try the other wing if you want..." "Good idea." >You move to grab her other wing, but it's already fully extended. "Oh. Thank you." >You proceed to drunkingly fondle Dash's wings, trying your best to find these god damn F-15's hidden in her feathers. >Oh how cool would it be if she gave her wings call names? >Like in Top Gun! >Oh you hope she named one of them "Goose." >How cool would that be? >... >Wait... >... >OH GOD DAMMIT >You flinch your hands off of Dash's wings as you remember that pegasus wings are basically glorified pony clits around here. >Your face is beet red, and you look around the diner. >You're getting a lot of disgusted looks from the mares... >A lot of winks and grins from the colts... >And the children. >Oh lord you scarred them for life. >You look back to Rainbow, but her face looks like she's been getting fingerbanged by a world famous pianist. >You'd end up taking Dash back home with you, plopping her onto your bed while you slept on your couch. >That girl needed a special somep0ny, but for the life of you you didn't see that happening any time soon. >Ah well, at least you two were bros. - - - - - - - >She’s late. >God DAMMIT she’s late! >You were going to miss the party at this rate if Rainbow Dash didn’t get here in time. >You stand below Dash’s house, tapping your foot against the ground in impatience. “Come on, what’s taking her so long?” >You’ve always been impressed at her house of clouds, but never had the chance to visit. >You know, human and all. >Can’t walk on clouds. >You get the picture. >You look to your watch to check the time. >Dammit Dash, hurry it up! >You turn your head skyward and see what looks like a speck of a rainbow mane on an adjacent cloud. >She was... >...she was NAPPING? >Oh this shit ain't flying with you. "Yo Dash!" >Nothing. "Dash! Seriously, dude, we're gonna be late for Pinkie's pa- WAKE UP, MAN!" >She still lazily naps on her puff of cumulus. >Grumbling to yourself, you pick up a rock and toss it at her cloud. >You miss by a mile. "Son of a- DASH!" >You see her roll around in the cloud, but still she sleeps. >Oooh you little lazy cyan... >Darting your eyes amongst the ground, you find a much larger rock. >THAT would get her attention. >When you go to aim it though, the cloud is gone. "Wait, what? Where did she-" >"Sup?" >You jump at her voice and drop the rock, seeing her right above you. "Were you awake the whole time?" >"Yep." "Then why didn't you-" >"Meh, I like to see you squirm." >She dances down from her cloud and lands next to you, a cocky grin on her face. >"So, ready for the party?" "I've BEEN ready for an hour now. I was waiting on you that entire time." >"Oh you'll live, just calm it down man." >She punches your shoulder playfully and you let out a sigh. "Sorry. It's just, Pinkie always throws the best get-togethers and always has great drinks. I just don't want to be late and have it all be gone before we get any." >"Is she supplying cider?" "You know it." >"Well what are we standing around here for? Let's go!" >You run off with Dash flying next to you, the setting sun peaking past the mountains in the distance. "Excited?" >"You bet! This party is gonna be awesome!" Ten Minutes Later >"This party blows, dude." "Tell me about it." >Pinkie had failed to tell you that this party was a couples dance. >Specifically, that everyone here was paired up and dancing in the middle of Sugarcube Corner's foyer. >You and Dash? >You two stood at the edge of the crowd, cups of cider in hand. >All in all, a lame party. "How could she have NOT told us about this? I didn't think to bring a date." >"Same. I mean, what gives?" >You nod in agreement and sip your cider from your red solo cup. >Pinkie Pie bounces out of the crowd up to the both of you, a massive grin on her face. >PINK: "Hiya Anon! Hiya Dashie! Enjoying the party?" >DASH: "Yeah. It's an absolute blast." >She drinks from her cup as she lets her palpable sarcasm sink into Pinkie. >PINK: "What's the matter? Are there not enough cupcakes? Or maybe the confetti, I just KNEW I didn't put enough confetti around here." "It's not about any of that, Pinkie. It has more to do with all the couples on the dance floor." >PINK: "Ooh I know! I thought having a couple's dance would be a neat little treat for the town!" "Pinkie." >PINK: "Hm?" >DASH: "You never told us it was a couple's dance! Now we're just standing on the edge of the crowd getting drunk." >Pinkie looks at the two of you and just giggles. >PINK: "Oh sillies, you two could just dance together!" "What." >DASH: "What." >PINK: "You two are always palling around and everything, so the two of you dancing would make the most sense!" >And with that, she bounces back into the crowd. >You and Dash stand dumbstruck. "Did... did she try to set us up?" >"I... maybe?" >You look to her. >She looks to you. >You both break out into laughter. "Ha! You and me? Please, we're bros!" >"Bros don't dance! That's just... I mean really?" >You both chuckle, drinking more cider from your cups. >... >... >"Um... what if we did though?" "What?" >"Nothing." "No really, what?" >"I... well they're all dancing out there and we're here doing... well, nothing." "We're doing something! See?" >You take a swig of your red solo cup, downing your cider. "See? Doing something." >"Haha... right... yeah..." >The two of you stand there in silence, watching the crowd of couples. >... "Fine." >Dash spits up her cider and whips her head to see you. >"R-really?" "Yeah. Let's... let's just get this over with." >You toss the cup into a bin nearby and turn around to face Dash. >The two of you look awkwardly at each other. "Uh.." >"How do we-" "Wait, just- maybe if I-" >"You're a bit taller than me so what if-" "No wait that's- wait, wait, just stop." >Turns out dancing with a pony is awkward as hell to start up. "What if you just, I don't know, stand on your front hooves and-" >"I got it, I got it, hang on." >Dash awkwardly stands on her hing legs, resting her front hooves on your shoulders. >It's the first time Dash has been eye level with you without her flying. >There's no way this could get cheesier. >Then the music starts playing. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FL0bjwez8mg "Wait is that?... you've gotta be kidding me." >You look over to the boom box at the other side of the room. >Pinkie is standing right next to it, giving you a huge, creepy smile. >She winks. >God dammit. >You look back to Rainbow, who's simply looking back up to you with timid eyes. "So uh... yeah... um." >You slowly begin to sway from side to side, placing your hands on either side of Dash's waist. >This... >...wasn't so bad. >As the song plays on, you get more comfortable dancing with Rainbow. >She smiles the whole time, resting her head on your chest eventually. >But when she looks up into your eyes, your heart seems to catch ever so slightly. >Sufficed to say, these feeling were pretty wierd. >... >But Dash seemed happy at least. >You bring a hand up to her head, stroking her mane softly. >Yeah. >As long as she was happy, you could deal with the cheesy music and the low lighting. >And... you were kind of happy too. >So all in all, it wasn't so bad. - - - - - - - >You groan as you rouse yourself from sleep, stretching your arms as you make your way out of your bed. >Your bones creak as you try to shower out your tired sensation, the warm water making you more sleepy than awake. >As you dry yourself off and get dressed, you wonder what today could hold for you. >You had no real plans, and you didn't have a shift over at Rarity's today either, so your day seemed pretty free of worry. >Walking into your kitchen, you pull out some bread and toss it into your toaster. >Buttered toast with a dash of jam seemed like a good choice this morning. >Waiting on the toast, you walk over to your door and pick up the newspaper sitting outside of it. >Relaxing on a chair at your kitchen table, you flip open the paper and get to reading, taking a sip of your orange juice as you do. >What you see on the front page makes you spit up the delicious, vitamin C enriched liquid all over it. >Rainbow Dash: Human Fiddler? Reports say, YES. >What in the all mighty FUCK was this? >You speed through the article, spotting pictures of what appears to be Rainbow Dash and... >...you. >Walking into a seedy hotel together. >But you never went to a hotel with Rainbow Dash! >Why would you need to go to a hotel with Rainbow Dash? >That didn't make any fucking sense. >To top it off, the smell of burning toast reaches your nose. >This... this was going to be a long day. >Let's see here... >Newspaper says that the article was written by the "CMC" >What was that, a wrestler? >You didn't know. >In any case, you knew this thing was published by some school fillies down at the local schoolhouse. >You'd probably get some answers there. >Walking through town though proved... awkward. >Seems that everyp0ny had a copy of today's paper, and whenever someone caught sight of you, you'd here them snicker and glance at their friends. >Great. >The whole town thought you were fucking a pony. >And not just anyp0ny. >Rainbow Dash. >Your best friend. >Which of course, would be absolutely idiotic on your part. >Best friends do NOT fuck each other. >Those are another type of friend, and you were not that type of friend with Rainbow. >You rub the space between your eyes as you pick up your pace. >The sooner you got to the school, the better. >"Hiya Anon! Ooh ooh ooh, guess whaaaaat I read todaaaaaay?" >Jesus Christ on a wafer thin cracker. >Pinkie Pie. >If there was a god, you silently prayed that he smite you down right here and right now. >... >Well fuck you too then, god. "Ah, Pinkie... what's up?" >She bounces over to and around you, a huge, shit eating grin on her face. >"I'm super-duper! I'm more interested about how YOU'RE doing, though." "Oh. Neat. Listen it was great to see you and all, but I need to go find-" >"I am SO glad you took my advice from the dance! You and Dash make just the cutest little couple I've ever seen! Oh I know! We should throw a party to celebrate your conquering of her virginity!" "What... the FUCK are you talking about?! Do you realize how skeevy that sounds?" >"Oh Anon, everyp0ny know you like Dashie!" "We're friends, Pinkie! Just friends!" >"Oh?" >She whips the newspaper out of your hands and thrusts it into your face. >"Then why were you taking her to a hotel outside of town?" >You bet the paper out of your face and get nose to nose with the pink party pony. "I didn't! Hell, I didn't even know there WAS a hotel around here until this morning. Point is, I never took Rainbow ANYWHERE last week." >Pinkie raises a suspicious eyebrow at you. >"Reeeaaaaalllyyy?" "Yes, really." >She perks up and smiles. >"Woops! Sorry about that Anon, I guess I just trusted out liberal biased media!" "What." >"So, what are you going to tell Rainbow Dash?" "What are you talking abou-" >"ANONYMOUS!" >A loud voice shouts down from the sky above you, and you instantly know what you're in for. >Sighing, you hand the newspaper to Pinkie and brace yourself. "Be right back." >And then in a flash, Rainbow tackles you. >She flew into you a lot harder than you expected, and the two of you tumble to the ground. >Once the world stops spinning, you realize that Dash is pinning you to the ground. >And she looks ROYALLY pissed. >"What buck have you been saying around town?!" "Me? I didn't do this!" >"Then why is there a picture of us walking into that skeevy hotel outside of town?!" "You're guess is as good as mine, blue-butt. Now get off me!" >You wrestle your way off of Dash, but she's still fuming. >"The whole town, Anon. The WHOLE town thinks we're... we're..." >"Humpin' like bunnies?" Pinkie Pie pipes out. >Dash spins around, her cheeks fiery red, and barks back at Pinkie. >"Shut up! We are not!" "Whoever wrote this is going by the title, "CMC." If we're getting any answers, it's from them." >Dash turns back to you, an eyebrow raised. >"Did you say CMC?..." "Yeah. You know him?" >"Oh... I know them alright." "Them?" >"Come on, we got to get to that school!" >She zips up into the air and flies off towards the school house, as you run after her with Pinkie in tow. >When you finally make it, you spot a large group of fillies playing outside on the school's playground. >Pinkie Pie shrieks in delight and gallops over to a few fillies playing jump rope, joining them. >Well at least she'd be preoccupied for now. >You jog up to Dash, as she makes her way over to a small shack near the blacktop. >She thrusts open the door, and her expression hardens. >"BRING ME SCOOTALOO." >Instantly, almost like magic, a small orange filly darts out ans scuttles up to you. >"Dash!" >The big beaming grin on her face reverts to a worried expression when she realizes Dash is NOT amused. >"Oh... right... hehe, what's up Dash?" >Dash grabs the paper from you and shoves it at Scootaloo." >"What did you little gremlins write about me and Anon?!" >Scootaloo fiegns a smile and shrugs. >"I... may have taken some liberties in our latest article, I'll admit." >"Liberties? You straight out LIED about us in the paper today!" >Scootlaoo looks slightly confused. >"Lied? B-but, I was just writing what you wrote down!" "Wait, what?" >You look to Dash, and she's equally as confused as you. >"Alright, start talkin' pipsqueak." >"Honest Dash! I... oh please don't hate me... when I was over at your place last week while it rained, I may have... found you... diary." >"YOU FOUND MY WHAT?" "You have a diary?" >"NO! Nope! No I-" >"Yup! And while I was there, I may have read a teensy bit of it. You should feel proud, Rainbow Dash! It was filled with all sorts of adventures that involved Anonymous! Some of them seemed far-fetched, but when I read the hotel part, I thought it would make a good story for the paper!" >Dash's face goes red with embarrassment as she realizes what Scootaloo has done. >"Wait... was the diary blue, or pink?..." >"Um... pink?" >... >"Scootaloo." >"yes?" >"The pink book is NOT my diary." "Then what is it?" >"It... it's my... *mumble*fiction*.." >Oh. >rainbow Dash fidgets in place, not sure what to do or say. >"Uh... UHH..." >Suddenly Pinkie bursts into the room and snaps over to Dash. >"Teeeeelllllll hiiiiiiiimmmmmm." >And like a snake, she slinks away, back outside. >... >What the fuck, Pinkie Pie? >Dash lets out a frustrated groan, and glares at Scootaloo. >"You're gonna pull that story. PRONTO. Got it?" >Scootaloo nods vigorously and darts over to the presses, promptly stopping them. >Letting out a sigh, she turns to you and gives a weak grin. >"Haha...ha... I think we need to talk..." "Not here though, I'm guessing." >"Yeah. Can we go back to your place?" >Nodding you both leave the schoolhouse behind. >The whole walk back is awkwardly quiet. >Not one of you says a word, but the whole time you're wondering just what in the world Dash wants to talk to your about. >Something to do with her "Diary" probably. >You make it to the tiny house you called home, and step inside. >You sit down on your couch, and Dash joins you. >"Okay... okay this isn't gonna be easy for me, so just... just bare with me." >She takes a deep breath. >What on earth could she have to say that required THIS much preparation? >"Ikindasortahaveabigcrushonyoualittlebit." >She flinches when she finishes her confession. >Unfortuantely, she was talking so fast that you didn't hear a damn word of it. "Uh... I didn't quite catch that..." >Dash brings her hooves to her face. >"*mumble mumble*" "Still didn't catch that." >"I... like you." >... >Oh. >Well. >Awkward. - - - - - - - >Okay. >This was… unexpected… >You sat on the couch in your house, Rainbow Dash sitting right next to you. >Today had been rather hectic, what with a newspaper article floating around saying you and Dash were now a couple. >You weren’t of course, and the two of you had found the culprit. >Turns out it was the small filly Scootaloo who had published the article, taking an excerpt from a book she found in Dash’s house as the basis of the article, thinking it was Dash’s diary and that the two of you were, indeed, together. >And here you sat, while Dash prepared to tell you something. >Something important, according to her. >"Okay... okay this isn't gonna be easy for me, so just... just bare with me." >She takes a deep breath. >What on earth could she have to say that required THIS much preparation? >"Ikindasortahaveabigcrushonyoualittlebit." >She flinches when she finishes her confession. >Unfortuantely, she was talking so fast that you didn't hear a damn word of it. "Uh... I didn't quite catch that..." >Dash brings her hooves to her face. >"*mumble mumble*" "Still didn't catch that." >"I... like you." >... >Hoboy… “You… like me?” >She darts her eyes away from you, nodding slowly. >”Y-yeah. Yeah, I do…” “Oh… uh… I like you too?” >Her ears shoot up and her cheeks go red. >”Really?!” “Well yeah. I mean, we’re best friends, right?” >Dash’s ears turn downwards and she brings a hoof to her face, groaning. “What?” >”That’s not what I-… I LIKE you.” “Right. I like you too.” >”No, I mean I REALLY like you.” “Right.” >”How are you not- No! Anonymous, I like you. A lot.” “I like you too, Dash.” >”I mean I like you more than a friend should like someone!” “I don’t follow.” >”How-“ “I mean you’re a great friend and all, if that’s what you’re talking about.” >Rainbow Dash buries her face into her hoofs again, sighing. >When she looks back to you, a determined expression has made its way onto her face. >”Just… just let me show you, okay?” >She adjusts herself on the couch, getting closer to you as she does so. >Dash is now nose to nose with you, her cheeks pink and warm. >You can feel the heat radiating off her face from where you are. >What was she- >… >Oh fuck now you got it. >Yup. >NOW you understood. >Her snout inches closer to your mouth, her eyes slightly closing as she does so. >Shit. >SHIT. >SHIT WHAT DO I DO OH GOD. >Before you can have a witty dialogue with your brain like old times, Dash’s lips tenderly connect with yours. >You weren’t prepared for this, so she’s in full kissy face mode while your lips are curled inward. >All in all, it was awkward. >Maybe you could try to say something? >Yeah. >Yeah that was a good idea. >As Dash continues to kiss your… face, you open your mouth to kindly tell her that- >TONGUE >IN YOUR MOUTH >TONGUE >Seems Dash was a cheeky little thing, as she took advantage of your open mouth and began to kiss you with a lot more “gusto.” >She breaks the kiss, her eyes now hazy and the blush on her cheeks stronger than ever. >”So… yeah. I like you like that…” "..." >"Did... did I screw this up?" "..." >"Oh darnit I screwed it up! I'm sorry! Really, I just- I didn't know what to- oh my gosh, no..." "..." >"I just... I've liked you for a really long time, and I never had the guts to just outright tell you, but now I AM telling you and I kissed you and OH GOD I'm sorry about the kiss! Really, I just thought that you liked me back like that. and now I'm nervous and when I'm nervous I tend to talk really fast and I start to ramble and-" "Dash." >"-then I-... yes?" >You place your hands on her shoulders, a small smile on your face. "I like you too." >Rainbow rolls her eyes and sighs. >"I know that, but I'm talking about you liking me the way I-" "No, Dash... I like you too." >"I... really?" >You place a hand on her cheek, stroking it gently and nod. >"Are you sure?..." "Just... let me show you." >And this time, you kiss her willingly and happily. ~END~