At the End of a Rainbow

>Be Anon.
>You've been in Equestria for almost four years now.
>In that time, you've grown very close to the Mane 6.
>In specific, one rainbow-maned pony.
>When you arrived, you were seen as an alien.
>Something to be feared and hated.
>She was the first pony you could call "friend"
>And you two have grown so much closer as time went by.
>Although, it seems that the whole town of Ponyville has warmed up to you.
>You still get the occasional glare from an intolerant pony every now and again, but you wave it off.
>You stopped caring what ponies think about you.
>Well, what -most- ponies think about you.
>Truth is, you have a thing for Rainbow Dash.

>Nothing serious, though.
>And you're pretty sure it's a one-sided thing, but that doesn't stop you.
>Walking home one night, you pass the bar you guys normally visit.
"Fuck it. I need a drink."

>Be Rainbow Dash.
>You're having a drink, wishing that alien with the hot monkey dick was there.
>He always knew just how to make you smile.
>And man, did you need it.
>Today was horrible.
>You were trying a new trick, and royally fucked it up.
>Came crashing down like a rock, only to be saved at the last second by Princess Purpletits.
>That's a blow to your ego.
>You wandered you way to the bar, and have been drinking sin--
>"Hey, Anon."
>Oh sweet Celestia. You white knight arrives.

>Be Anon again.
>“Nonny, ovrr heeere…”
>You knew that voice. And you knew that slur. Rainbow had a shitty day.
>Time to go save the day.
>White knight mode: Activate.
>You walk over to find the drunken mare with tears streaming down her face.
>You pull her into a hug and she looks up at you.
>Oh god, those eyes.
>You hate seeing anything other than joy in those eyes.
>”Hey, Nonny… What’re *hic* yoo doin over here with me? Why doncha go have some *sniff* fun with those other mares?”
“Because you need my help. C’mon, you know the drill. Back to my place.”
>You heft the cyan pony on to your shoulder, and carry her out, much to the bartender’s pleasure.
>She’s sobbing into your back at this point. Not normal. You walk over to a tree and sit down, resting her on your lap.
“Dash, what’s got you all riled up? You look like someone just rustled your jimmies, and left you hanging. What’s wrong?”
>In between bouts of sobs, gasps, and hiccups, she tells you that she’s considered one of the ugliest ponies in Ponyville.
>You hug her close until she calms down enough for you to tell her what you’ve wanted to for so long.
“Dash, I need you to look at me for a minute. I need to tell you something.”
>”I know what you’re gonna say. That I’m ugly and a freak and a loser and we shouldn’t be seen together anymore and…”
>This is not going the way you want it to. Only one choice left. Plan B is a go.
>You silence her with a kiss.
>Her whole body tenses up at first, but slowly it relaxes as she realizes what’s going on.
“You’ve got it all wrong. You aren’t ugly to me, Dashie. You’re the most beautiful pony I know.”
>Her eyes go wide and she’s crying again. But this time, the tears run through the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Still want to go back to my place? I’ve got some dinner I can make.”
>”Buck yeah. I’m starving. All that mushy stuff really takes it out of you.”
“Alright. Hop up.  You know how this works.”
>She jumps up on your shoulders, piggy-back ride style.
>The two of you walk to your house, talking about memories and different times when you both wanted to say something to the other but couldn’t.
>She flies off just before your door, hovering right in front of you.
>”Anon, there’s something I need to ask you.”
>You have a feeling you know what she’s going to ask, but you let her anyway.
>”Can I stay with you tonight? I don’t want to be alone.”
“Yes I wi—“
>Wait
>wat
“You know I only have one bed, right?”
>”I’m sorry… I knew I shouldn’t have said anything, but I…”
>For the second time, you silence her with a kiss.
“I never said no, now did I?”
>”ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh this is so AWESOME!”
>You grab her out of the air before she breaks a window or something.
>Holding her, she calms down.
>Well, that is until you brush the base of her wing.
>Massive wingboner.
>Well shit. So that really is a thing.
>She starts breathing heavy, and you wonder if you hurt her.
“Hey, uh, Rainbow? You okay?”
>The only response you get is a growl as she pushes you to the ground.
>You really think you hurt her. Until you look into those magenta eyes.
>Eyes filled with nothing but love and lust for you right now.
>Fuck, that’s kinda scary looking.
>She’s pressing you hard into the dirt, pawing at your clothing to try and get it off.
>Repeatedly hitting you in the face in the process.
“Rainbow, stop it. You’re hurting me.”
>Like someone flipped a switch, she snaps out of it.
>“ohmygosh Nonny, I’m so sorry. It’s just you touched and I felt and I and you and.”
“It’s alright, I’ll be fine.”

>Be Rainbow Dash.
>You have no idea what just happened.
>Anon grabbed you and touched your wing.
>Next thing you know, you’re on top of him, trying to get his clothes off when you hear him say he’s hurt.
>Hurting him is not the best way to ask him to be your special somepo—holy shit, you really did a number on him.
>His face is all cut up, along with his chest. And to top it all off, you’re standing right on his monkey junk.
>His –hot- monkey junk.
>One day….
>Wait. Why does your hoof feels… sticky?
>Oh dear Luna, you’re standing in blood.
>His blood.
>And it’s your fault.
>You didn’t mean to hurt him.
>You never wanted to hurt him.
>But look what you did.
>You messed him up.
>And it’s your fault.
>It’s your fault.
>It’s ALL YOUR FAULT
>You can’t take it anymore, and break down, starting to sob again.
>That’s when a familiar set of arms hoists you up, carries you inside, up to his room, and tucks you in.
>You just hope he can forgive you.

>You’re now Anon.
>You’re in the bathroom, tending to the damage RD did to you.
>And she did quite a bit.
>But your thoughts are elsewhere.
>They’re back a few minutes ago, trying to figure out what just happened.
>Dash asked to spend the night.
>You said yes.
>Well, you didn’t, but you never said no.
>And she’s sleeping in your bed now.
>You look through the open door.
>Yep. Asleep.
>Anyways.
>You touched her wing.
>She tackled you.
>She was trying to shred your clothes.
>Beat the shit out of you in the process.
>Snapped out of it.
>Apologized.
>Burst into tears.
>You picked her up, cradling her.
>Carried her inside.
>Put her to bed.
>And now, you’re tending to your wounds.

>Damn, she hits hard.
>You’re pretty beat up, but it’s nothing serious.
>You hear whimpering from the other room.
>It’s Rainbow Dash.
>She’s tossing and turning, kicking the blankets around like she’s having a nightmare.
>You sit next to her, stroking her mane and whispering reassurances that everything’s alright.
>She settles down a bit, but is still whimpering.
>You do the only other thing you can think to do.
>Crawling under the blankets with her, you bring her over to you.
>Middle spoon is best spoon, but big spoon will have to do for now.
>Draping an arm over her, you start the tummy rubs.
>A contented sigh leaves her lips as she scoots in closer.
>Seeing she’s stopped showing any signs of a nightmare, you stop.
>”Anon, why’d you stop? It was nice.”
“And how long were you awake for, you sneaky little pony?”
>”Since you came in here with me. You’re nice to lay against.”
>To emphasize this, she presses herself as close to you as she can get.
>Then she rolls over, staring into your eyes.
>”Hey, Anon. There’s something I want to ask you.”
“What is it? Because if you’re hungry, we kinda missed dinner.”
>Looking at your clock, it’s after midnight.
>”No, it’s not that. Will… Will you be my special somepony?”

Mixture of little posts and big posts today. Just how it is.

>Oh damn.
>You were so ready to answer this earlier.
>What changed?
>She’s tearing up again.
>She thinks you’re rejecting her. Thinks you see her like every other pony.
>Ugly
>What changed?
>”Anon? *sniff* If y-you don’t w-w-want to, that’s okay…”
>Absolutely nothing.
“Of course I will, Rainbow Dash.”
>Absolutely nothing changed.
>It took a drunk mare to finally tell you Rainbow Dash is ugly.
>And it took the same drunk mare to show you the exact opposite.
>To show you that she’s the most beautiful pony in your eyes.
>To show you don’t give a fuck what the others think.
>She’s crying again.
>But there’s that same smile.
>Like Clousdale just got to host the Equestria Games.
>Like a little filly with her first crush.
>Like a mare whose dream just came true.
>She buries herself in your chest, and you know she’s happy just to be with you right now.
>And you’re happy to have her there.
>The two of you drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.

>Be Rainbow Dash.
>Last night, Anon said he’d be your special somepony—er, someone.
>You HAVE to go tell the girls.
>But first, let’s treat him to a little breakfast in bed.
>Whenever something awesome happened, your mom always brought you the next meal in bed.
>There’s a twinge of pain in your heart at the thought of your mom.
>You didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye.
>No tears now. Only dreams.
>Well, for Anon at least.
>You jump as something runs its hand through your mane.
>Wait. Hand.
>Dear Cadance, Dash. You really are slow sometimes.
“Jeez, Nonny. You scared me. Go back to bed.”
>He chuckles at that, wondering what you’re doing up so early.
“I’m making breakfast.”
>”Really? At 4:30?”
>No.
>You felt like you slept a whole night away.
>Is it seriously?
>A quick glance at the clock confirms.
>4:31
>Dammit. Well, you bucked up.

“I’m sorry. I just thought it was morning because I felt so well rested.”
>He laughs at that.
>”That’s what happens when you sleep with someone you lo- Someone you’re in a relationship with.”
>Was he about to say what you think he was about to say?
>No way.
>He totally was.
>You flit up to him, and whisper in his ear
“Love you, too, Nonny.”
>He goes bright red at that.
>”I’m gonna get you for that one.”
“You know what you gotta do to even think about getting me?”
>”No. Enlighten me.”
“Gotta go fast.”
>With that, you take off through the house, remembering an open window in the bedroom.
>Out the window and in to the fresh air.
>”No fair. Cheater. You have wings. I can’t fly.”
>He’s outside, standing on the front porch.
>You swoop down and pick him up, carrying him with you for a bit.
“Quit squirming, or I’m going to drop you.”
>Now he’s stalk-still.
>You set him down.
“Mount me.”
>”Already? Not even the first date with you?”
>You playfully punch him in the shoulder.
“I mean, get on my back.”
>”I know, I’m just teasing you.”
>He gets on your back, and you’re off like lightning.
>He’s got his arms around you, and it’s the best feeling in the world.
>The wind on your face, and the warmth on your back.
>Nothing can compete with this feeling.

>He’s asking where you’re going.
>You know exactly where. It’s a special place.
“I dunno. I just like the feeling of flying. Especially with you.”
>You dive down through a cloud and feel his grip on you tighten.
>You aren’t trying to scare him.
>You pull back up, flying straight and level.
>The two of you simply take in the scenery.
>You’ve been flying for at least an hour and a half.
>The sun is just starting to set when you get to the spot.
>Perfect.
>You land near a small, secluded lake, right on the shore.
>Memories of coming here when you needed to be alone come flooding back.
>The both of you sit down. He on the shore and you in his lap.
>You watch the sunset, neither of you saying anything.
>Just basking in its beauty.
>The orange glow over the horizon is somehow different today.
>It feels… warmer somehow.
>You find yourself slowly falling asleep.
>Looking up at him with droopy eyes, he says something that makes your heart melt.
>”Told you I’d get you.”

>How is it he knows just what to say to make your heart melt?
>You’ve decided humans have their own kind of magic.
>Or, at least this one does.
>You fail to notice as he carries you back to his house and makes a pot of coffee.
>In fact, half way there, you’re passed the buck out.
>You’re woken up by a combination of wonderful aromas and pounds at the door.
>”Don’t worry, I got it.”
>He leaves the kitchen, conversing with a familiar voice.
>Still in the limbo between awake and asleep, you don’t realize who it is until you hear
>”Yes, your highness.”
>That shocks you awake.
>Four possibilities here.
>Three princesses and a queen.
>Damn. He really did have some kind of magic.
>In the time he’s been here, he’s managed to make friends with royalty AND find a way for a certain bug pony to survive without hurting ponies.
>You still aren’t 100% on how that all works, but you don’t really care.
>Something about there being enough ambient love in the atmosphere in ponyville to sustain her indefinitely or something.
>Now she lives in town, her changeling children mingling with the others, and is pretty much reformed.
>”Oh, come on, Anon. You know you can call me Twilight.”
>Hey, it’s Princess Purpletits!
>Shit. It’s Princess Purpletits.
>You’re still a bit upset for pulling that “I’m-going-to-use-magic-and-save-your-life-but-make-you-feel-like-shit” bullshit.
>(PP)”May I come in?”
>(AN)”Sure. Rainbow Dash is right in here. While you two are catching up, I’m going to go upstairs.”
>Twilight walk in to the kitchen, looking slightly concerned.
>”Dash, where have you been? We haven’t seen you in a week!”
>There’s no way. It hasn’t been a week. Has it?
>”The girls and I were starting to think Anon had ponynapped you.”
“He would never do something like that!”
>There was more conviction in your voice than you meant, but you stood behind it.
>You weren’t about to let your best friend talk shit about your special somepony.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=numCZoBFcv4

>”Whoa, calm down. We know he didn’t. Err, well, we know that now.”
>”But what happened? You weren’t at home, nopony has seen you around in a while.”
“You girls really want to know?”
>”Of course we do. You’re our friend!”
“Then gather the group, and bring them back here.”
>About an hour later, the group of five comes in

>Be Anon.
>Five ponies just walked into your house.
>Fuck, that’s going to be a bitch to clean.
>Just when you think you’re about to get out of the estrogen fest,
>”Nonny? Can you come in here? I kinda need you right now.”
>Fuck a baby Twilight right up the ass.
“Yeah, give me a second.”
>You bring in a glass of water for everypony.
>Your waiter training has finally paid off.
“You said you needed me, Dash?”
>”Yeah, come sit over here. Girls, you wanted to know what’s going on? Here it is. Anon and I are dating.”
>Streamers explode from what can only be called the ass of the pink one.
>The purple one blushes.
>The orange pony smacks you on the shoulder, congratulating you.
>The white one begins muttering something about wedding dresses.
>And the yellow one… has a tear in her eye?
>Oh Jesus, she’s crying.
>You look over to Rainbow Dash, and motion to bring her attention to Fluttershy.
>She whispers something in your ear that sounds strangely like
>"I knew this was going to happen."

>Wait a minute.
>Is that…
>Oh damn, it is.
>She flies over to the two of you, kissing you both.
>A huge smile on her face.
>She hardcore blushes when she realizes what she just did.
>”Anon, c-can I talk to you for a moment? Alone?”
>A quick exchanging of glances between you and Dash gives you permission, and you walk into the kitchen with Fluttershy.
>”I just wanted to say thank you. Dash has never had a coltfriend before you.”
“Yeah, she kinda… got drunk off her plot and told me that she’s ugly and stuff. I said I didn’t care and carried her home.”
>You recount the events to the yellow Pegasus, who waits patiently before giving you a hug and saying you should tell the rest of the group.
>But not while the cyan one is in the room.
>You two try and come up with a diversion.
>Your first idea is fuck yellowass.
>Not the best idea.
“Hey, Dash? C’mere for a second?”
>”Sure. Give me a minute.”
>She walks in and is immediately tackled by Fluttershy, pulling rope from Celestia knows where and tying her up.
>And you thought Pinkie was scary.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_umaKl54Ik

>You untie her, holding her back as she tries to lunge at Fluttershy
“Dash, calm down. That was not how that was supposed to go.
>Fluttershy hides in a corner, afraid for her life.
>Like always.
>She stops struggling for a minute.
>”Not how what was supposed to go?”
>Shit.
>gottathinkfast.gif
>”What in Equestria is going on in there?”
>The girls join you in the kitchen.
>You’re gonna need a bigger house.
>Mimicking Applejack, you startin on the tale with a Country drawl.
“Alright, y’all. Ah’ve got a story fer ya. It’s ‘bout the time when  good ol’ Dashie here asked me ta be her special someponeh.”
>The power level of the death stares you’re getting from her and Dash are over 9000.
>Someone is slitting your throat in bed tonight.

>You tell everyone what happened that night.
>Rainbow is extremely quiet.
>By the end of the day, they all praise you for helping their friend.
>It’s starting to piss you off, actually.
>You aren’t some goddamned hero, regaling everyone with the tales of a conquest.
“Guys, out of the kitchen.”
>”What’s goin’ on, Anon. Are ya alright?’
“I said, out. Now.”
>Exchanging more glances, the girls start to walk out.
“Dash, come here for a minute?”
>”But I thought you said—“
>You sigh. You really aren’t in the mood for any of this right now.
“I know what I said, and I want you to stay for a minute. Actually, fuck it. Everyone, go home.”
>Dash moves to get up.
“Not you, Dash.”
>”Oh.”
>She looks like a kid that got sent to the principal’s office.
>Once everyone is gone, you reach down, scooping her up, and walk over to the couch, grabbing a blanket on your way.
>You were pretty sure you weren’t going to need it, but fuck getting stuck in the cold if you do.
>Laying down on the couch, you place her on your chest.
>She immediately curls up into a ball. Looks like today was pretty tough on her.
>You put an arm over her, and she nuzzles down further.
>Giving her a quick peck on the cheek, you drift off to sleep.
>You barely register Dash whispering something in your ear that sounded a lot like
>”I love you.”

>You wake the next morning, drawn slowly to consciousness by the wafting aromas of coffee and blueberry waffles.
>Strange remnants of dreams of a futa Trixie and a cello-playing pony.
>But most importantly, you remember a rather one-sided exchange of words.
>Three of them, to be exact.
>”I love you”
>No.
>That must have just been a part of that dream.
>But it seemed so real.
>Looking at the clock on your wall, you see it’s only six in the morning.
>Who the shit is cooking at six in the morning.
>You hear humming.
>In that raspy tomboyish voice you’ve come to know.
>And love.
>Jesuschristwiththenipplesofasaint
>Brain. Stop throwing that word around.
>You walk in to the kitchen, and are greeted by the sight of your marefriend in an apron.
>Coming up behind her, you kiss her neck, eliciting a slight shudder from her.
>”’Bout time you get your lazy ass up. Did you sleep well?”
>You mutter something about mares with dicks and are immediately thrown on your “lazy ass”
>Wingboner, why?
>y u do dis? I thought we were bros.

>You ask her if she knows what time it is.
>”Duh! Of course I know what time it is. You gotta get up early today, or did you already forget?”
>Fuck
>Trick question?
“Uhhh…”
“Is that a trick question?”
>The resulting SMACK across your face is a reminder to remember apparently important shit.
>She hits like a dude.

>Turns out, you forgot that today is her birthday.
>MOTHER FUCK TODAY IS HER BIRTHDAY
>Snip and Snails would call you retarded.
>You don’t even have a present!
>”Go look in your closet.”
>Wait.
>wat
>You go upstairs, cursing your couch for not being meant to be slept on.
>Opening the door to your closet, you see a wrapped box.
>Checking it, there’s a tag that reads
“Happy Birthday, dear. Love, Anon.”
>”Aww, Nonny, you shouldn’t have!”
>Her voice behind you makes you jump
>”Whatever did you get for me? Let’s find out.”
>With a smirk on her face, she tears in to the wrapping and the box, to pull out two golden pieces of paper.
>”Anon! You bought me Wonderbolts tickets?! Ohmygosh, you’re the best!”

>You spend the rest of the day with your marefriend, mainly hanging around the house while Pinkie throws her a party.
>That you were not invited to.
>(PP) ”Sorry, Nonny, but if you forgot her birthday, you don’t get to be at the party.”
>She can’t, however make you leave your own house, so you just kinda sit in your room.
>Sitting around doing nothing isn’t much fun, but it’s not like you have explosives to play around with.
>You get up, walking over to the window.
>You can’t just leave through the front door.
>As you step out, your foot snags on the window sill and you faceplant into the dirt.
>Making sure no one saw that, you begin your journey to town.
>Meandering around town, you finally sit down on a bench near the market.
>”What brings you to this part of town, Anon?”
>Lyra sits down next to you, trying to find a comfortable way to imitate your posture.
“Nothing much. Nothing better to do today.”
>”But it’s Dashies birthday!”
“Yep. I forgot, then was reminded, then got banned from a party at my own house.”
>”Ouch.”
>You slouch down a bit.
“Tell me about it.”

>You sit with Lyra for a little longer before continuing through town.
“Thanks for sitting with me, Lyra.”
>You give the little pony a hug and start to walk away.
>”Wait! Anon, I’ll walk around with you.”
>Well then.
“Uh, alright, I guess. Company is always nice.”
>Wandering through town, you come across nothing of interest, and decide to head home.
“Well, Lyra. I’m gonna go home now. It’s been cool hanging out with you. We should do it more often.”
>She squeaks and you think you can see a blush on her face.
>You hug her once more and start back home.
>By the time you return, the party has come to its conclusion, and ponies are beginning to file out the front door.
>Pinkie is the last to leave, closing the door behind her with you still out front.
“So, Pinkie. May I have my house back now?”
>”Sure thing, Nonny!”
>She hands you your set of keys, and trots off.
>How the fuck did she even get these?
“How the fuck did you even get these?”
>But, your screams fall on deaf ears as there is no response.
>Going through the front door, you are immediately attacked by Rainbow Dash.

>”wherethebuckwhereyouwhydoyousmelllikeotherponywhowereyouwithareyoucheatingonmewhatdididotodeservethisaminotgoodenoughforyou?!”
>You’re pretty sure there’s words and sentences in there somewhere, but you’re not quite sure what they are.
“Dash. Whoa, calm down. Say that again, but slower.”
>She takes a big breath, and repeats her questions.
“Well, if you must know, I was banned from my own house by Pinkie, so I went for a—“
>She puts her hoof over your mouth, silencing you.
>”You should have said something. I would have cancelled the party.”
>Pulling her hoof off of you, you continue.
“First, your hoof is dirty, and you know I hate it when you do that.”
>A sheepish grin creeps onto her face.
“Second, it’s your birthday party. I’m not going to have you cancel your own party just for me.”
>”But I—“
“No. And as far as smelling like another pony, I walked to town, and hung out with Lyra for a bit. And no, I’m not cheating on you.”
>She gets off of you, refusing to meet your gaze.
“Honestly, Dash. Have I given you a reason to think that I’d be unfaithful?”
>”Um, well… No…”
“Exactly. I’m disappointed in you.”
>You walk into your room, ready to get some sleep. Unaware that your marefriend is in tears behind you.

>You wake up in the middle of the night because a strange weight has settled on you, and is shaking.