Storm Dash

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A story based on another Anon's request: A note that there is no sex/ clop

>rainbow dash roommate
>severe thunderstorm
>she was afraid of lightning since she was a filly
>wants to sleep with you
>she hugs you tightly and hides her face under the sheets
>she makes you promise to keep this a secret between both of you
>you slide under the covers yourself and kiss her
>you removed your clothes and pulled her on top
>she positions herself over your member

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>Rainbow Dash was crashing at your place for the night.
>The charged downpour outside had caught her by surprise, forcing her to land.
>The simple rain shower she was corralling towards town turned into a raging thunderstorm thanks to Sweetie Belle trying to cast a lightening spell.
>Dash asked to stay at your place for the night. When pressed she just said something about not flying when there’s lightening, and that you had the biggest house.

>In some teensy way it was kind of your fault this happened.
>When the Cutie Mark Crusaders asked you about home you ended up telling them a story about old Benjamin; rumors and facts.
>Retarded as always, they thought the kite and key test would be fun and maybe lead to their cutiemarks in electricity.
>Why couldn’t they have written an almanac instead?

>Right now you sit alone in the living room lit by nothing save for candles.
>The flickering darkness accentuated by the patter of heavy rain against your roof.
>You just sit on the couch taking it all in. Without electricity or magic, there isn’t much else to keep you occupied.
>The scene reminds you of similar times back home. The hunt for flashlights, the entire family trying to keep occupied, that one time you took a shower by candlelight.
>Since the stove ran on gas, a lot of the time everyone would sit around sharing popcorn and stories. Maybe play a board game or two.

>The only thing you came here with were the clothes on your back and the bags of groceries you were carrying inside.
>Of all the times for the impossible to happen. At least you had something to eat for the first few days.
>The food was also something you could share and barter. You’ll never forget the first time they had bagel bites. Novices the whole lot of them.


>Dash is in the kitchen rummaging through your cabinets most likely looking for more human food. Despite her sleek body she is a bit of a glutton.
>You only ever see her eat junk food. She must have a serious exercise routine to keep from getting fat.
>”Anon, where’s those purple and blue square things with the sprinkles?”

>Oh hell no! She isn’t getting your pop-tarts!
>Lately you’ve been rationing what little food from home you had left. All of that prepackaged junk is your last life line; the last tether between worlds.
>One day you’ll eat the pop-tarts, but they will be the final ones.
>Lazily rising off the couch you head for the kitchen to defend your snack food.
“Ate ‘em.”
>Dash pulls her head out from one of the top cabinets and analysis’s your face as you enter.
>Don’t give any tells. Believe the lie.
>You ate them. You ate them all and they were delicious. You even built a toaster for them.
>How glorious it will be when you do finally build that toaster; able to eat pop-tarts as they were meant to be enjoyed.
>The hint of giddiness is impossible to snuff out, cracking your feint.
>”You’re a terrible liar.”
>Damn.

>She returns to her search, but not one of the packages she finds is the characteristic silver square.
>A little secret about Rainbow: she always searches up. Keep things low and she almost always misses it.
“You can’t have the pop-tarts, Rainbow. I only have one pack left.”
>”Fine. What else you got that’s good?”
“How about some carrots?”
>Her entire body points at you like you said something dumb as she leers at you.
“All of the chips are gone.”
>They were the first to go after Rainbow got a taste. She absolutely decimated every type you had.
>Figures the one thing you miss most requires salt, which is a banned good here.
>Giving her a soft shove aside, you look through your remaining stockpile.


>The once tall horde of Halloween candy that was on bulk sale is now just a few bags of M&Ms, Resse’s, KitKats and Smarties.
>Not the most filling of choices.
>Each packet of pudding cups, string cheese, fruit sharks and gushers was your last.
>Ponies have a hard time eating any of those. Pinkie tried shoving her face into the cup, Applejack couldn’t separate the cheese, Twilight and Rarity both freaked out when they had trouble getting the fruit snacks off the rough of their mouth.
>You stifle a laugh while recalling the time you gave Fluttershy peanut butter.
>”What’s so funny?”
“Just remembering something.”

>Things really are running low. There’s not a single item left that they liked or you were willing to lose.
>The only other thing left is the one remaining packet of popcorn.
>As you touch the plastic wrapper the scent of rain mixed with candle smoke and buttered popcorn sits heavily in your mind.
>You suppose today is the day.
>Rainbow watches you pull out the selection with anticipation. Her curious eyes go wide when she recognizes the label.
>Ever since the chip incident you forbid any of them to touch the red parcel, but you were going to make an exception.
>Putting a finger to your lips you silently shush her.
>This is just between the two of you.

>Cooking the popcorn without a microwave required a little human ingenuity.
>The only thing you really have to do is hold a pan over a fire enough so that it cooks without burning, but who wants to hold up a pan for several minutes?
>In a flash of brilliance you had made a stand that would hold the pan above the flame using empty soup cans.
>You could have bought a proper one, but the simplicity of your design matches the minimalist survival feeling this world sometimes put you in.
>With a turn of the knob a ring of fire spawns on the gas stovetop.
>Setting everything in place, the only thing left is to wait.


“So weather huh?”
>”That’s not your best attempt at small talk is it?”
>Um…what else, what else…
“How about that local sports team? Crazy ain’t it?”
>Remember that posture from before like you were some sort of idiot? Yeah, that’s back.
“Cut me some slack, I’m not from around here you know.”
>”You’ve been here over a year! You can’t use that excuse anymore.”
>Think, think, think…
“Those crusaders sure like to cause trouble.”
>Dash rolls her eyes with a huff.
>”You need to do better than that.”
>Fine, you’ll just go back to staring at a covered pan.

>She chuckles at your display.
>”Don’t take it so hard you big softy. Just let me lead.”
>She flies up next to you, hovering by your side as you stand in front of the stove.
>”So what are you making?”
>You’re not going to make this easy. Short answers only.
“Popcorn.”
>That seems to surprise her a lot more than you expected.
>”Popcorn?! You made it sound like it was dangerous or something. We have popcorn Anon.”
>Sure they do, but not this kind.
“Special popcorn.”
>”What’s so special about it?”
“You’ll see.”

>After a few minutes the kernels begin to pop and jump.
>Something about exploding popcorn makes it impossible to not enjoy the sound.
>It won’t be long now until you have a nice hot batch. Not bagel bites or hot pocket hot so she shouldn’t hurt herself this time.
>When you let them try some bagel bites the group made the newbie mistake of biting straight into it. Once their teeth cut into the cheese, the burning sauce made its attack.
>They each rushed for their water while you enjoyed a few from the undefended plates. After which, you told them the secret of folding the bagel part over the sauce so that there was less spilling out in your mouth.
>To your continued enjoyment you learned that their mouths aren’t very capable at the maneuver.


>The tiny detonations cease to go off.
>”I think it’s done.”
>You remove the pan from the heat and turn off the stove.
“Let me grab a bowl first.”
>”I got it.”
>Before you can protest she shoots to your bottom cabinet. Biting down on the rim of the largest bowl she brings it to you.
>Will you ever get accustomed to this?
>After trying to rub off the spot she slobbered on without notice, you pull off the lid and rip open the bag.
>The steam bellows out from the plastic prison, and the sweet scent escapes into the room.
>Dumping the contents into the bowl you are forced to slap away a blue hoof.
>Impatient little minx.

>”Let me have one, I wanna see what the fuss is about.”
“It’s piping hot. Blow out the candles and come to the living room. Then you can have some.”
>It takes her no time to do so, her talents being put to good use. She makes it out to the couch before you do.
>You take your time to draw out the walk over as long as possible.
>”Hurry up slowpoke. I’ve seen Tank move faster.”
>Although you want to go even slower to spite her, you are equally eager to start eating.
>With one hand you place the bowl on the table, and with the other you take a burning handful.
>It is a good pain.

>Shoveling a solid portion into your mouth you await the inevitable.
>Rainbow Dash grabs a couple and plops them into her own mouth. You can whiteness each step of the tasty revelation on her face.
>”This is—“
“Buttered popcorn. Salted-butter popcorn.”
>She immediately plunges her entire face into the bowl and starts going to town.
>Son of a—, you only had a handful.
>You’re not going to let that be the last of your childhood experience.
>Wrapping your arms around her you give a hearty tug and pull her back onto the couch.
“Slow down damn it.”
>There’s bits and pieces all over her muzzle. A heavy blush and drowsy eyes adorn her face. She tries to pull out of your grasp, but she cannot match your strength.


“Settle down, you’ll get your share. This is the last pack, so enjoy it.”
>All fight left her body after saying that.
>You tentatively loosen your grip until your arms are completely off her and at your side.
>She just remains sitting in your lap, giving no signs of moving. It’s surprising how light she is.
>”The last one?”
>That seems to have sunk in.
“The last one.”
>”Can you make more?”
“Probably; it’s just butter, popcorn, and salt. I doubt it will taste the exact same, but it should be close. Your corn is a little weirder than mine.”
>The ping pang of rain rings out across the empty room. Gentle light bounces across the walls.
>Even when napping Rainbow Dash has a certain energy to her. Seeing her this still is strange.
>Leaning over to the table you reach over for the bowl and pull it towards you.
>With a new handful for yourself you hold the bowl out in front of her.
“So… how was work?”

>Rainbow is attacked by a sudden giggle fit at your question. When it ends she reaches into the bowl for her share.
>”Work was alright. Pretty slow day until the storm got out of hand, as you say.”
>That was no general ‘as you say’. She specifically means you.
>”How about you? Do anything special today?”
“Well, I told Sweetie Belle and her friends about an old famous human guy. The legend goes he flew a kite with a key in the middle of a lightning storm. For some reason they thought it was a good idea.”
>”They do some pretty crazy stuff for their cutiemarks. Can’t blame ‘em; I was like that at their age too.”
>Her body begins to swing casually side to side; nearly limp.
“Glad you’re through that phase and not running off on weird adventures. I kind of like your lazy side.”
>Shifting to sit sideways as to face you she jabs a hoof into your chest at the remark.
>”Are you teasing me?”
“50/50.”
>A sense of playful pride possesses her words.


>”Those adventures are serious. I’ve helped save Equestria, even the whole world, before. I’m probably more famous than that kite guy of yours.”
“I don’t know. Numbers alone might beat you, but your stories may be more ‘adventurous.’.”
>A strange interest peaks in her stare and rosy cheeks.
>”Say, Anon, were you famous?”
>Your body shakes with uncontrolled laughter at the audacity of the idea.
“Hahaha, not even close. My only claim to fame is being the only human here. Even then I’m just a normal guy in an extraordinary situation.”
>Rainbow looks back towards the bowl and shuffles another bunch into her mouth; talking while chewing.
>”I kind of like your normalness.”

>The popcorn nears its last, and Rainbow is still sitting on your leg.
>The worst part about popcorn is how thirst it makes you. A little hindsight and you would have brought some water.
>Thunder and lightning begin to ring out in full form. Whatever little spark Sweetie Belle had provided was now grown up.
>Dash’s hoof is in the bowl when the biggest bolt strikes, nearly shaking you.
>Her body gives a brief pause at the jolt. Her hoof slowly crawls out the side of the bowl with the last few kernels.
>It was fun while it lasted, but that’s the end of that. Time to put the bowl away and get something to drink.
>Shifting your leg from underneath her she picks up the hint and gets off.
“You want anything to drink?”
>”Water’s good.”
>Standing up, you find a painful tingling sensation letting you know that your leg has fallen asleep.
>No matter how light she is, there’s only so long your leg can take it.
>Picking up the bowl in one hand, you grab one of the still lit candles with your other. No sense lighting more when you can just carry one.


>As you walk to the kitchen the clatter of hooves can be heard as Rainbow follows you.
“I’m just going to the kitchen, I’ll be right back.”
>She’s nonchalant about it as ever.
>”I need to stretch a bit anyway. Might as well keep you company.”
“Suit yourself.”
>After placing the bowl in the sink, you fill two glasses and hand one to Rainbow.
>”Thanks.”
>Both of you are quick to down the drinks. When done, she gives the glass back and you set them with the bowl.

>When you turn around the blue colored pony with red cheeks is scrunching her face at you.
“What?”
>”Anon, I saw your square food when I grabbed the bowl.”
>Drats.
>”You don’t have to hide it from me anymore, I won’t eat them.”
>Well that’s good. Those aren’t for any rainy day; they’re for the very worst. One you know is coming.
>It can’t be healthy to rely on food to pull you out of depression, but it’s all you have.
“Thanks Dash. Silly as it sounds that means a lot to me.”
>The light sway continues to affect her as she follows you out to the living room. Another nearby hit of lightening puts an immediate end to that.
>She still keeps moving, but the sizzling crack had one hell of a sobering effect on her.
>Equally strange is you have seen her deal with lightning before with little change.
>Must be something about the salt.

“This was fun, but it’s getting late. I’m going to head to bed. You want any blankets or something?”
>Catching herself in a daze, she vigorously flings her head side to side. After expelling whatever it was from her mind she remembers your question.
>”Nah I’m fine.”
“Alright, cya in the morning.”
>”Night.”
>You blow out all of the candles and head upstairs to your room. After shutting the door you lay down and listen to the soothing sound of rain on glass.
>Periodically the room will light up with a bang and a roar of thunder will boom. The disturbances keep you up against the pleasing rain.


>While in that middle area between light headed and unconscious a knock at the door snaps you awake.
>Slightly confused and annoyed you try to ignore it, but another knock comes shortly after.
>When you ignore that as well a low voice calls your name.
>”Anon… Anon are you still awake?”
>Just barely.
“Yeah.”
>Without any other prompt the doorknob begins to turn, and Rainbow lightly walks into the room.
“What is it, Dash?”
>”Can I sleep in here? The floor’s fine, I don’t mind.”
>Not only is that a bizarre request, but did she have to pick now to ask?
“Go to bed Dash, you’re salt.”
>”I’m serious, Anon. I won’t be able to sleep on the couch.”
“But you’ll take the floor?”
>”Yes. I can’t sleep through lightning storms alone.”
>Do you question it? Yes, but everyone has their secrets.

“Yeah, you can sleep in here.”
>She quietly closes the door and then moves to the spot near you.
>”Thanks Anon. I know it’s silly, but really, thank you.”
>Aw hell, did she have to say it like that?
“You don’t have to sleep on the floor. We can share the bed.”
>Hell, she’s not a human. It’s like sharing your bed with the dog.
>A smarter talking dog that could fly; one that has developed a culture similar to yours.
>And shares stress, fear, happiness, and joy on a similar level.
>As Rainbow snuggles under the covers next to you the feeling of company doesn’t match that of a family dog or cat.
>For perhaps all of the above reasons, the sensation is deeper than that; more intimate.

>A sudden flash and thunderclap finds Rainbow scooting closer against you. If it wasn’t for the size difference you would be face to face.
>You probably shouldn’t ask, but the curiosity is too much.
“Why are you bothered by lightning?”
>She looks up from your chest into your eyes; her troubled gaze holding no hints of the salt’s effects.


>”Big thunder storms remind me of an accident when I was a filly. It never really bothers me when I’m awake, but it’s hard to fall asleep during a storm. Whenever I do I always have nightmares and wake up.”
“And being with someone helps?”
>”Promise not to tell anyone, okay?”
“Okay.”
>”I had a teddy bear when I was younger. I would hold him tight on bad nights, and he would make the nightmares go away.”
“Do you still have him?”
>”I…I got rid of him when a friend spent the night and made fun of it.”
“What did you do for the other bad nights?”
>Barely a whisper leaves her lips as she buries her head back towards your chest.”
>”Nothing.”

>Is that why she keeps taking naps in the day? All this time has that been the cause?
>You certainly don’t see her every day, but she never appeared to be anything less than Rainbow Dash.
>Even with the loss of her lifeline…
“I’ll buy you a teddy bear and then you can just tell anyone it was a gift.”
>The covers flutter as she shakes her head. You inch closer in order to hear her muffled words.
>”Only if it looks like you.”
>Did you hear that right?
>You pull up the blanket and peer down. Her eyes lock onto yours with anxiety and hope.
>”I wasn’t lying when I said I like how you are normal, but you’re more than that. I like you Anon. I’ve liked you for a while, but could never bring myself to say it. Even though you are the only human, you are always happy. You share the only thing you have from home with us.”
>You’re not strong like her; you still have your coping mechanism.
>”Most of all you just want to live a happy life and you deserve that. I’m not the smartest or fanciest girl around, but I like you as you are despite the differences. I just hope you like me too.”
>Where did all of this come from? Why is it all bursting out all of a sudden? What do you say to all of that?


>The pause in your response is so long another bolt of lightning crashes down. In the brief light you can see her perfectly. There’s not a single reaction from her in regards to the storm. The only thing she focused on is you.
>You’ve been stuck in the world for over a year. You’ve pretty much been told you are not going home.
>Do you accept this place as home? Can you even see them in a romantic way? What if it doesn’t work out?
>There’s only one thing running through your mind in the face of all those questions.
>She’s worth the chance.
“I can’t begin to say how much what you said means to me. Your strength of character inspires me, and what I see is someone who is perfect the way they are.”
>Rainbow Dash rises up face to face, and you meet her half way. In the heat of the moment, the passionate kiss swiftly turns to a quick and heavy exchange as you assault each other’s lips.
>Her hoof starts to trail downwards, and you break the tongue war.
>Grabbing her hoof with your own hand, you bring it back up to your chest.
“I’m still going to need a little time for that. I still think you’re amazing in every way, but there are certain barriers that are harder to cross.”
>The dejection was clear as day on her face, but she still offers a smile.
>”Okay. I’ve waited this long, I can wait some more.”
>Now more comfortable with her next to you, the two of you bundle together and listen to the steady tings of rain on glass; not even the loudest thunder bolt disturbing the embrace.

>Waking up in the morning, you see that Rainbow is still beside you, fruity mane half in her face.
>Last night wasn’t some strange dream, you really did make that decision.
>For a few moments you look at the one you deemed worth everything; absolutely everything.
>Gliding a hand down her side allows you to feel the warmth resonating from her.
>If asked again you would make the same choice.


>Getting up proves a little more difficult than it should with her trapping one of your arms. However, Dash is two things: extremely light, and an extremely heavy sleeper.
>Making your way downstairs you enter the kitchen in the hunt for breakfast. Out of all the food around there’s only one real choice.
>Bending down you pull out the lone silver square where you keep your bowls.
>She said you don’t have to hide these anymore, but that is true for a new reason.
>Grabbing the center of the flap you rip the package down the middle. The very last two pop-tarts stare at you.
>The day has come, the day you cease waiting for the horrible depression and instead give this world a chance.
>You pull out the top one and take a big bite of the top corner. Never has cardboard and frosting tasted so good.
>Pinkie can make better tasting food, but the real treat is the memories the flavor unlocks. The kinds of memories that make you smile the widest.
>Now you can look forward to creating new images to remember.

>You take your time with each bite, savoring every tiny bit as long as you can.
>Rainbow Dash comes into the kitchen about 20 minutes after you did.
“Good morning, sunshine. How’d you sleep?”
>”Never better.”
“Glad to hear. I made breakfast.”
>You hand her the last of the square pastries.
>”I thought you said this was the last one.”
“It is. Can’t hold onto things forever.”
>With a big chomp she accepts the offer from your hand and munches it down as you finish your own.
>The perfect way to start a brand new day