20K Hit Special: Sonic Boom - Revised Greentext Edition

Sonic Boom - Revised Greentext Edition
By: Wuten

>Well, it’s that time again. Hearth’s Warming Eve. The time where fillies and colts are playing in the snow, coming up with all sorts of creative games and activities.
>And then… well, there’s you.
>Welcome to your life, Anonymous. You are a human living in a world full of colorful cartoon equines, and it’s been that way for nearly two years now. But right now, all you care about is getting yourself warm.
>The middle of winter is the most unforgiving thing about this world. While ponies have fur in addition to their winter garb, you’re stuck with your bare skin and bed sheets, as the local boutique owner, Rarity, would not allow you to have simple cloth to cover yourself, and instead came up with the most artistic, decorative designed pajamas you had ever laid eyes on.
>Nope. Not gonna wear those to bed. Mostly because of the booties she conveniently placed on them; you’d never be caught dead wearing that… thing.
>The only sources of heat in your house at the current time are the fireplace, and the stove. Neither of which are in your room, of course, and since these ponies have no idea what insulation is, you’re stuck with just drywall and thin bed sheets to keep you warm during the winter.
>Your ears perk up when you hear a faint tapping on your window. You cock your head to the right, to see Fluttershy’s head bobbing up and down as she floats outside.
>You remember your first interactions with her; you’ve been doing your best to keep them suppressed, but when she comes to your house every day, it’s hard. Because of said interactions, you’ve given her the nickname “Fucking Flutterslut”, though you tend to have the patience to deal with her on a daily basis, as long as it’s only a few minutes at a time.
>Since it’s just the window, you sit up and walk over to it. She gets this big grin on her face, like she expects you to open it and let her in. Hah, fuck that. You close your curtains, and then slink across the floor and into the comfort of your bed once again.
>And then, there’s a knock at the door.
>“Um, Anon… you’ve been cooped up in your house all day, and it’s nearly noon… you must be freezing in there all alone…”
>Damn. You didn’t get a wink of sleep last night because of the freezing temperatures at night, so your patience isn’t nearly as formidable as it usually is.
>The knocking… the infernal knocking, it rings through your eardrums with the panging sound like your grandmother’s old clock that would always echo through her house every hour…
>Fuck it. You throw the sheets off of you, and walk over to the door, still in your boxers. This cold can really just kiss your ass right now; you have other problems to focus on.
>You look out the door’s small window, and see that the snow’s piled up at least two or three feet, so much so that Fluttershy has to flap her wings just to stay above the snow. You grunt angrily, slamming your fist against the wall in frustration. You were planning on going out to buy some food later that day, looks like that plan’s wasted…
>Your train of thought is interrupted when you hear a squeak come from outside, followed by a sloshing noise almost immediately after. You peek through the small window and see that a pile of snow has fallen off your roof, covering her completely in a huge mound of white snow. The only thing you see are her eyes, and even then they’re fairly camouflaged well from the snow, save for her teal green eyes.
>Hell, if you weren’t so concerned with her trying to satisfy her xenophiliac desires, you’d think it was adorable.
>You can’t contain yourself; you let out a loud guffaw before walking away from the door, your laughs muffled by the door and the snow covering her ears. You decide that today, you weren’t going to freeze your ass off, so you head over to the fireplace, lighting it and placing a few spare logs onto it every so often to warm up. Just as you start feeling the ice melting away from your shoulders, you hear a second knocking at your door…
>“Not now, Fluttershy; I’m not in the mood today.”
>“Leaving me out in the cold like that?” you hear another, very familiar female’s voice come from outside, “That’s no way to treat a bro!”
>Ah, Rainbow Dash. Always coming to your rescue when you least expect it. She was the first one to find you when you arrived in this world, and she’s been the closest friend you could ever imagine since. Whether it’s movies, drinking cider, exercising… she’s always been there for you. You never thought a girl could be such a bro to you, but she proved that theory to be completely false; you’ve even started to replace her name, calling her “Rainbro” as a testament to her bro-ness.
>You quickly sprint over to the door, opening it just in time to see Fluttershy scurrying off into a nearby bush. Whenever Rainbro’s with you, it seems Flutterslut tends to keep her distance. Might be because she doesn’t want to destroy the friendship the two of them share, what with the Elements of Harmony and all that you found out about.
>Rainbro speeds out of the cold and into the house, and by the time you manage to close the door, she’s shaking the snow off her fur and mane and sitting up next to the fireplace, warming herself. You walk over to her and grin.
>“Did you bring the stuff?”
>“Fuck yeah, I brought the stuff!” she exclaims, patting her saddlebag. You’ve noticed that your occasional language has rubbed off on her. That, or she’s just trying to act tough to be cool around you. Either way, you don’t mind. She’s still your bro, after all.
>“So, which movie first?” she asks, dropping the saddlebag on the ground, various movie cases spilling out of it, along with a few bottles of a special brew the two of you share a like interest for: Applejack Daniels, brewed secretly by the Apples themselves just for you two.
>You immediately go through the stash of movies she brought, picking out a high-speed action movie first and pressing it into the television. With help from yourself, the local inventor was able to come up with the first basic television set in all of Equestria, though it’s still black and white and doesn’t get a signal for anything, so you just use it for movies that you had stashed back on Earth that came with you when you arrived. The two of you proceed to crash down onto your couch, and you reach over for a blanket.
>“You want in?”
>You give the blanket a swift flick to spread it out flat over you, and you look over at Rainbro.
>She has the strangest expression on her face. A mix of embarrassment and… what’s up with her wings?
>“Um, no thanks,” she says, smiling and handing you a bottle of Applejack Daniels. “I’m fine.”
>You shrug; hey, if she doesn’t want in, more blanket for you then.
>The two of you continue to play movie after movie, chugging down bottle after bottle of Applejack Daniels. Eventually, you’re on what you believe is your third bottle; you lost count at twelve. Rainbro’s fast asleep, sprawled out on the couch, her head resting on your thigh. You smile, and throw part of the blanket over her to keep her warm; she’s your bro, after all. Can’t let a bro go to sleep in the freezing cold.
>The movie marathon ends, and both of you are passed out, opened movie cases and bottles of Applejack Daniels littering the floor in a minefield-like array leading between the couch and the television set.

>The next day…
>“Ugh, what… what happened last night?”
>You sit up and shake your head a bit, and immediately you feel the after-effects of all of the drinks from the night before. Your head is throbbing, and you fall back down onto the cushions of the couch.
>At least the sun’s blocked from coming in. Thank Celestia for the snow yesterday; the clouds are blocking the deadly rays of sunlight from beaming through your window and into your face.
>…Wait a minute, what’s this soft, furry thing next to you?
>Oh yeah, last night. Rainbro must have fallen asleep and crashed on your couch. Well, being the bro that you are, you wouldn’t want to ruin a bro’s good sleep. So, you simply smile, and slide out of the blanket, making as little a racket as possible.
>…Well, you would, if you weren’t completely shit-faced the night before. You fuck up, trip, and fall flat on your face on the cold, hard floor. So much for that plan.
>Rainbro slowly opens her eyes, looking around. “Heh, awesome night, huh Anon?” she asks as her eyes lock onto you. You don’t even look up, but you hold a thumbs-up to her before changing it to a fist. She chuckles a bit, before completing the glorious ritual of bro-ism.
>“Ugh, my head…” you mutter, slowly getting to your feet. “Not the best way to get up in the morning. Especially on Hearth’s Warming Eve…”
>“Oh yeah, that’s today, right?” she asks, stretching a bit and flapping her wings a few times, before floating up into the air. “So, what do you have planned for today, Anon?”
>You think for a moment. That’s right; you didn’t really plan anything…
>“I’m snowed in, but I’ve got enough food to last a few days.”
>“So, a chill-out day?” she asks, grinning at you.
>“Hell yeah!” you exclaim, pumping a fist into the air.
>“Sounds good to me! I’m gonna head into the kitchen to see what’cha have,” she says, landing on the couch.
>“Alright; I’m gonna go head into the shower, then.”
>She nods, a slight blush on her cheeks, but you assume it’s from getting completely hammered the night before. No time to focus on that right now, though; time to wake up for the day.
>You head into the bathroom, and even from here you can hear her moving stuff around in the kitchen. After stripping out of your clothes, you walk into the shower area and turn the nozzle.
>The feeling of time stopping in the split seconds between turning the nozzle and the water falling onto your head is always relaxing, it’s wonderful that the ponies were willing to help you create a house that was almost identical to-HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, COLD WATER! COLD WATER!
>You let out a yelp as the water runs down your back, every pore and skin cell freezing down to the very DNA that created them. It’s like Mr. Freeze just decided to drop into your water supply and fuck with you.
>Oh shit… she heard your yelping. The sound of clanking around in the kitchen has stopped, and you can quickly hear the rushing sound of her wings as she flies in your direction.
>Oh no, oh no, oh no… you have to quickly move! Water off! Clothes! Shit, they’re on the other side of the bathro-
>Your thought process is interrupted as Rainbro comes running in. “Anonymous?! Are you alri-” she begins, but then her magenta eyes go wide as she sees you standing there, in the middle of the bathroom, looking like one of those discus-thrower statues.
>Only you’re reaching for your clothes, and not throwing anything. And you’re frozen in place…
>Her eyes are locked on only one place.
>The awkward silence between the two of you is almost unbearable and you inch ever so slowly to the nearest pair of clothing.
>“Um… sorry about that. Heh,” you mutter, finally grabbing a piece of clothing and covering your lower regions with it.
>A sock. Wonderful, Anonymous.
>Still no response from her, aside from complete shock.
>After a few moments, she quickly shakes her head to snap out of her stunned state. “Oh, sorry about… walking in on you like that, Anon,” she mutters, her wings still rigid like statues, her face red as she tries to look away from you. She may move her head away, but her magenta red eyes are still locked firmly on your naked form.
>You quickly move to grab the rest of your clothing, picking them up to have something decent covering your lower regions.
>“I’ll… I’ll just be going back to the food, alright?” she forces a nervous smile as she quickly scurries off, back into the kitchen.
>You breathe a sigh of relief. Crisis averted.
>Back to your shower.

>It was a lot more calming than you thought it would be. Especially after the spectacle that took place here.
>You walk out of the shower, slipping into your pants from the past night. They’re not dirty, so why waste the resources getting them clean?
>Into the kitchen you go, where Rainbro already seems to be cooking something.
>“Smells good!” you exclaim, a smile on your face as you surprise her. Nearly threw her off there.
>She smiles, and turns to look at yo- You don’t have a shirt. Her blush instantly returns, and she mutters. “It’s just… toast, y’know. Nothin’ really special about it.”
>You shrug, walking over to her. She’s cooking it on the stove, in a skillet. It’s new to you, though you’ve heard of it made in similar ways. It looks like she covered the slices of bread with butter before she threw them onto it too, giving off that delicious smell.
>You open the cabinet, and pull out two plates. Time to show her what you’re made of.
>“Hey, bro!” you call to her, startling her slightly. “Pass those slices of toast over here!”
>She grins at you and nods, waiting just a few more seconds before taking the skillet off of the stove and flipping the slices of toast into the air. You proceed to dive through the air, plates outstretched in your hands, as you slam onto the kitchen floor face first, the two slices of toast landing directly onto the two plates.
>Oh yeah. You’re feeling like a complete boss right now.
>The two of you sit down at the table, and Rainbro grabs a jar full of berries and tries opening it with her teeth, to no avail.
>“Here, lemme get that,” you say, grabbing the jar and gripping the lid tightly, before twisting it off. “There ya go.” You hand the jar to her, and she nods, pouring the contents onto both of the slices of toast. You smile, picking one up and taking a bite out of it.
>Huh. This is new; usually you’d put jelly on your toast, bu-HO MY SWEET MERCIFUL GOD THIS IS DELICIOUS.
>…This may very well be the best damn slice of toast you’ve ever had. You hold your fist in the air, and Rainbro does the same with her hoof, before the two of you slam them into each other, the very air around you crackling with static electricity as a lightning bolt strikes the ground outside, causing a booming thunder to shatter every piece of glass in your house.
>At least, that’s how epic it felt.
>“So yeah, sorry about walking in on you like that,” she says, “I was worried that Fluttershy was hiding in there.” This mare, man. This mare, right here. Always got your back.
>“S’all good. You were just looking out for your bro, that’s all,” you say, taking another bite out of the food of the gods.
>She stares at you for a few seconds, eyes wide. “So, you’re not mad or anything?” she asks, surprised by your reaction.
>“No way! We’re bros, after all; it’s not like you’re Fluttershy or Applejack, or something,” you laugh. Yeah. Applejack had recently started following down the dark path of Flutterslut. Only with her, she was much more… up-front about her needs.
>If that’s the right word to use.
>Her face turns a light pink. “Yeah, I wouldn’t try anything like that,” she says, stumbling over her words a bit. Heh, she’s probably still surprised you’re not wigging out on her or anything.
>“Hey,” you say, bringing your open hand over to her back, patting it. “You and me, Rainbro. Bros to the end.”
>She nods a bit absently, but you don’t notice because you’re too busy RELISHING IN THIS DELICIOUS CONCOCTION MELTING IN YOUR MOUTH. “Yeah… bros to the end…”

>Damn, that was the best breakfast you’ve had in a while. It wasn’t very comparable to what you were used to during Hearth’s Warming Eve, but after being trapped in your house the past few days due to the snow, you would eat just about anything at this point.
>You sit back, feeling content that after around 5 slices of berry-covered toast that you’re good on food for now. “Hey bro, you seem to be used to the snow being like this,” you say, turning to her. “You got any ideas on what we can do for fun?”
>“Well, last I remember, the snow isn’t supposed to stop until later tonight, so we’ve got a lot of-” she begins, but is interrupted by a loud banging at the door, followed by a cracking sound as the door is slammed off its hinges, the cold air rushing into the house.
>“Alright Anon, y’all better just come on quietly or the cold’s gonna keep on comin’!” you hear a female’s voice holler from the living room. Damn it all, it’s Applejack. Speak or think of the devil, and he shall appear in the form of a pony that is easily capable of taking you down with one slam of her powerful hind legs.
>The damn cold isn’t helping much, either; that fucking pony knocked down the only barrier keeping the cold out…
>Against your better judgment, you peer out from behind the kitchen wall as Rainbro leaps up into the air and confronts the earth pony. “AJ, what… what do you think you’re doing?!”
>The earth pony grins up at your bro. “Ah, howdy Rainbow, yer just in time,” she says, twisting around and slamming her hind legs into your Rainbro, sending her to the wall you’re peering out from. “And now… it’s time ta get what ah came here for,” she grins, walking over to you. Fucking cold weather, you should have put something on to cover your torso before heading into the kitchen. Then again, you didn’t exactly plan on having to deal with a horny mare that had the leg strength to break down just about anything standing between her and your nether-regions.
>“Seriously? You bust down my door for something like this? Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to fix that thing every fucking time you or Fluttershy manage to knock it down?!” you protest, coming out from behind the wall while Applejack licks her lips, staring at your torso and quite possibly ignoring anything that you’re saying at this point.
>“Now Anon, we can do this the easy way,” she says, leaping up and pinning you down against the cold floor, “Or the hard way.” You struggle under her, but she has you pinned, the cold floor not helping your escape in any way. “Though, ah’d prefer the hard way,” she grins as she begins to lower her head down to your chest, flicking her tongue against your skin.
>Fuck the wind, it makes it even colder…
>Wait a minute… your legs aren’t pinned!
>You quickly fling your lower body up against her, wrapping your legs around her back and up to her head.
>“Now, what in tarnation-” she begins, but is cut off when you begin squeezing your legs together as hard as you can. After about ten to fifteen seconds, she finally collapses, just barely making it down to the waist of your pants before being knocked out cold.
>That was close… you breathe a heavy sigh of relief.
>You push her unconscious self off of you, and look over to Rainbro. She seems fine for the most part; winded, but otherwise unharmed. “You alright, bro?” you ask, walking over to her and helping her up.
>“Y-yeah, I’m fine…” she mutters, still breathing a bit staggered. You nod at her, before walking over to the door. You pick it up, and do everything you can to lift it back over the doorway, pushing it in as best you can.
>You smile, and take a few steps back, admiring your handiwork.
>The second you turn around, the door falls again, the cold air rushing inside.
>“Are you fucking kidding me…?” you sigh, turning back around to set the door up on a slight angle. Hopefully, this time it’ll stay in place.
>Still, a slight draft manages to find its way inside. You decide that you’re not going to last long shirtless in the middle of winter like this. You walk into your bedroom, and come out a few moments later wearing a long-sleeved shirt. No way is this cold gonna get to you now.
>Rainbro has since managed to get to her feet, and is checking on Applejack. “Whoa… she’s out cold; where’d you learn something like that?” she turns to you, surprised.
>You think for a moment. “I did a lot of self-defense stuff before arriving in this world.” It was true; you had been bullied at a young age, so your parents signed you up for self-defense classes. Waste of money, you had thought, up until coming to Equestria; now, while still a bit basic after so many years, it was nonetheless your greatest tool in this world.
>Though, as of right now, Applejack is no longer a threat; at least for the next few hours. Even then, she’ll still be dazed a bit.
>You decide that since it is Hearth’s Warming Eve, you might as well not just leave her on your floor. You walk over and pick her up, deciding on setting her on your bed to sleep.
>Hey, at least it’s not at the same time you’re sleeping in there.
>“You sure that’s a good idea, Anon?” Rainbro looks up at you. “After she slammed down your door and tried to do that stuff to you?”
>You smile down at her. “We can’t just leave her like that, bro; she may be a bit… confused, but still, that’s no reason for her to stay on the floor.” You reach over for a nearby blanket and cover Applejack with it, before walking out of your bedroom. “Hopefully, she’ll manage to see that I’m not just some toy for her pleasure,” you say, smiling down at Rainbro. “C’mon; I’m sure we still have a few movies we have left to watch.”
>She’s way ahead of you on this; she’s already back in front of the television, searching through the stash of movies she brought with her. “Oh! What about this one?” she asks, holding up a case. It’s ‘Daring Do and the Griffon’s Goblet’.
>“Eh, sure; put it in and start it up,” you say, landing on the couch with a plopping sound as you land on the cushions. She beams with excitement before putting it in and flying back over to the sofa to sit next to you. You’ve heard her talking about this series, but never bothered to watch it yourself. Might as well stick around; she’s your bro after all, so you need to keep up with what she’s interested in.
>The movie itself lasts for around two hours, and reminds you vaguely of the Indiana Jones series from back on Earth. Vaguely, being that you had watched it as a small child, but would never watch it after the first few times when you were younger. Nonetheless, the movie is fairly well-done in quality, better than you had expected from a book-to-movie experience.
>In fact, by the time the credits are rolling, you and Rainbro are sitting on the edge of the sofa in excitement.
>“That was SO AWESOME!” she exclaims, smiling at the screen while she watches the names of various ponies run down the screen as outtakes play on the side.
>“Haha, yeah!” you smile at her. “I didn’t really expect much, but that was actually really good!”
>She grins up at you. “So, whad’ya say, huh? Wanna watch the rest of ‘em?” she asks, her eyes beaming with excitement.
>Fuck it, why not? The first one was entertaining enough.
>“Go right on ahead, I’m just gonna head into the kitchen to fix up a quick snack to go with the movie,” you say, standing up off the couch. You hear a squee escape your bro as she leaps over to the television and prepares the second movie.
>You walk into the kitchen, your hands quickly combing through the contents of your cabinets to try and find something.
>You raise an eyebrow as you feel something smooth and round inside…
>You wrap your hand around it, and pull it out…
>…It’s an apple.
>“Howdy Anon…”
>Whelp, you’re fucked. Literally.
>You quickly spin around, seeing Applejack standing there in the kitchen.
>“What the hell? When did you wake up? How did you get in here without us knowing?”
>“You’d be surprised as to just how much y’all get into those movies of yers,” she grins, trotting over to you. You’re cornered on the far side of the kitchen, away from the entrance to the living room. “Ah could easily just slip right past ya, so ah did. Been waitin’ in the kitchen here for about twenty minutes. Now… where were we?” she grins, rearing up on her hind legs and placing her hooves onto the counter around you, holding your arms down under them.
>Damn ponies and their ungodly leg-strength.
>You struggle under her hooves, but that only seems to fuel her hunger. She lunges forward in a kiss and you instinctively lean back to try to get away.
>“Ah’ve been waitin’ a long time for this, Anon…” she grins, pressing her body against yours, and despite your efforts, they are futile as she trails her mouth down your neck.
>“Looks like you’ll have to wait even longer then,” a female’s voice comes from behind her. Before Applejack has a chance to react, Rainbro comes to your rescue, picking Applejack up by the shoulders of her front legs, lifting her into the air. Despite her struggling and thrashing, she’s helpless to escape Rainbro’s grip.
>Suddenly, you get an idea.
>“Hey, bro, do you think the lake’s frozen over yet?” you grin up at Rainbro, and she almost instantly gets the message, while Applejack’s eyes widen and her pupils shrink to the size of pinpricks.
>You sprint off to the door, lifting it to where Rainbro can safely slip out while carrying Applejack, before closing it behind her.
>While you wait, you head into the kitchen, and look down at the counter that you were pinned at. You notice that the apple is still there.
>Can’t hurt; it’s just an apple, after all, right?
>You pick it up, and take a bite out of it.
>Fucking delicious.

>After a few minutes, Rainbro returns and knocks on the door. You quickly rush over to it, and let her inside. She walks into the house, and shakes off the snow that had accumulated on her mane and fur.
>“So? How’d it go?” you ask, curious as to what had become of Applejack in such a short amount of time; the lake was much farther away than that, and not even Rainbro could fly that fast while carrying Applejack’s weight, and return in how quickly she did.
>She snickers. “Didn’t quite make it to the lake, but I have a feeling you’ll like what happened even better.”
>“Where’d you leave her?” you ask, raising an eyebrow, your curiosity piqued.
>“Let’s just say she’ll be a bit tied up for the time being,” Rainbro grins up at you. “Big Mac and Granny Smith were out and saw me carrying her by, and they offered to take care of her.”
>“You had Big Mac lasso her legs together, didn’t you.”
>“Oh Anon, you can read me like a book!” she grins widely, waving her hoof around. Big Mac and Granny Smith are always watching out for you. If Rainbro wasn’t already your bro, Big Mac and Granny Smith definitely would be.
>Would that even work? You’d have to fit “bro” somewhere in both of their names…
>…Big BroKintosh and Brony Smith?
>Hm… Nah.
>“So, which one was next on the list of movies?” you ask Rainbro, coming back from your spacing out.
>Her eyes widen in surprise. “Oh yeah, that’s right, I almost forgot!” she exclaims, rushing over to the television. You walk over with her, and she hands you the case to the next movie the two of you have in store. “Daring Do and the Quest for the Sapphire Stone!” she grins up at you.
>“Is it good?”
>“It’s the first one I ever read. It’s the one that got me into the series in the first place. Oh yeah. It’s good, all right,” she smirks up at you, hitting the ‘Play’ button. Both of you crash onto the couch, and as you pull up a blanket to keep the two of you warm, she unexpectedly curls up next to you. You think nothing of it, of course; it’s cold, and she probably just wants the extra body heat. “Oh my gosh, it’s starting!” she gasps, letting out another squee. You chuckle a bit as the opening of the movie starts…

>“Oh no, did he just-!”
>“Oh yeah, he did!” Rainbro exclaims as Ahuizotl snatches the relic from Daring Do with his hand-tail. Both of you are on the edge of the couch once again in excitement. This one was even more entertaining than the first one you watched, if the fact that you didn’t move in fear that it would ruin the experience had any merit to that statement.
>The two of you stay in that position until Daring Do comes in and takes the relic back at the end of the movie. By the credits, the two of you are literally cheering and jumping up and down in excitement and joy as Daring Do runs off into the jungle once again to make her getaway.
>“Wahoo!” you exclaim, pulling Rainbro into a huge brohug, fueled by the adrenaline of the situation. She wraps her hooves back around your waist, and she looks a bit flustered as she does. When the hug ends, she doesn’t let go. “Uh… bro?”
>Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head quickly before looking up at you. “Oh, y-yeah, sorry about that…” she chuckles nervously, letting you go. You look outside; by now, it’s somewhere around mid-afternoon. “So, which one now?” she asks as you walk over to the movie pile.
>“How about this one?” you reply, picking up another Daring Do movie, thinking that you should keep the trend going; two out of three have been good so far, those are damn good odds.
>However, when you show her the cover, her eyes widen and her face instantly goes beet red, and she shakes her head violently. “Oh, no-no-no-no-no, you don’t want to watch that one,” she stammers, flying over quickly to try to take the case from you.
>You keep it out of her reach, hiding it behind your back and using your hand as a buffer between her and the movie case. “And why’s that, hm?” you ask, a smug grin on your face.
>You didn’t think it was possible, but lo’ and behold, her face gets even redder. “Um, well… that one’s not nearly as good as the others.”
>“Oh? What makes you say that?” you ask, still keeping it out of her reach.
>“Well… there’s not nearly as many action scenes of her kicking butt! And stuff…” she mutters, still unable to fight the blush on her cheeks.
>“What kind of stuff, hm? Is there something that happens that you don’t want me to see?”
>Her wings instantly flap outward, shaking a bit nervously. “Um…” Why do her wings always do that in situations like this? She should be used to it by now; she knows you don’t mean it or anything. “F-fine, if that’s how you want it, go ahead and put it in!” she grumbles under her breath.” You snicker at your victory, before putting the movie in and pressing ‘play’.

>An hour or two later…
>FUCK FUCK FUCK OH SWEET JESUS WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!
>You shouldn’t have done that.
>“Heheh. Told ya,” she grins, a light blush still on her cheeks. Your eyes feel like they should be burned from the inside out for what you have witnessed.
>“Uh… Didn’t see that coming…”
>She snickers a bit, her wings just slightly out as she watches you recover from it. “Here, drink this, it’ll make it better,” she says, handing you a leftover bottle of Applejack Daniels, grabbing another for herself. The two of you clank bottles together, before taking a huge swig of the drink.
>This continues until you no longer feel uncomfortable about the scene you just witnessed. “Y-y’know… This movie ain’t half-bad…” you grin, relaxing back into the couch.
>Rainbro nods, nuzzling up against you once again as the movie continues. Your drunken state is even less aware of it, however, which causes you to be even more caught off-guard when she asks her next question.
>“Anon…” she turns to you. “What… what do you think of me?”
>“What’re ya talkin’ ‘bout?” you ask, looking down at her.
>“Well, you know…” she blushes, twirling her hooves a bit, “Do you consider me a… friend?”
>What…? Where the fuck did this come from? “O-of course I do! You’re… You’re my bro, after all!”
>“Yeah…” she mutters, sighing a bit.
>“Hey, wha’s wrong?”
>“It’s just… I dunno, you ever think that we could be… more than just normal bros?” she looks up at you, her magenta eyes filled with a sense of longing, almost.
>“Wha? You mean, like super bros?”
>Fuck you and your drunken logic.
>“N-no, not quite…” she turns to face you. “I mean… like more than bros, or super bros, or super-mega-awesome bros! Y’know?”
>“…Whad’ya mean, bro?”
>Fuck you, your drunken logic, and your drunken obliviousness.
>“Damn it Anon, you’re not listening to me!” she grunts angrily, shoving you down onto the couch under her. “I mean like a special somepon… someone!” she nearly shouts, her face flushed.
>Your eyes widen. Wait… did she just say…
>C’mon Anon, this is your bro we’re talking about! Both of you have been together since day one! But she’s a pony and you’re a human… But she’s just as human as anything else you’ve ever made friends with!
>Damn conflicting thoughts in your head. You need a drink.
>“Uh… Anon?” Rainbro’s voice snaps you back into reality. She’s still hovering over you, your faces just inches apart. Your mind is still attempting to process everything that just happened in the span of the last twenty seconds or so.
>Analyzing…
>Mind.exe has encountered a problem and needs to close. Restart? Y/N
>Restarting…
>The silence between the two of you continues as she can see your mind is working at full drunken capacity. “Anon…? You in there buddy?”
>Mind.exe is running slowly. Would you like to clear up some space? Y/N
>Closing SpeciesBarriers.exe…
>“…You think I’m your… your special someone?”
>Your drunken mind is still trying to process this part.

>Rainbro nods, still hovering over you, part of her lower mane hanging down onto your shirt. “I have… for a long time now, Anon…” her eyes lower a bit and her gaze detracts, but then soon returns to you. “Until now, I dunno… I guess I didn’t have the guts until tonight to tell ya.”
>That is probably the biggest cliché in the book, but hearing it from Rainbro makes it completely different for you.
>Especially since y’know, both of you are completely shit-faced drunk.
>“…How long?”
>You keep asking questions so that your brain can still process the last question she just answered. Turns out ever since she met you, she’s had an infatuation for you. Your enjoyment of sports and athletics were just the right things to get her interested in you, apparently. Fluttershy and Applejack just made it even easier for her to get close to you when they started their own attempts to get with you.
>Of course she’s been having her own fantasies of being with you like that, but never acted on them for fear of you putting her in the same category as the other two.
>Also, she’s telling you all of this in the span of about ten seconds, because she’s so nervous. You still find it hard to believe that your mind can actually process this fast despite being intoxicated. Hell, your regular state of mind could probably never process it this effectively.
>All the while, she’s slowly inching closer and closer as she talks…
>…Until her snout boops your nose.
>The two of you are quiet for what seems like hours, neither of you moving a muscle.
>Suddenly, Rainbro tries to stifle a giggle. She fails miserably, and the two of you are immediately laughing in drunken stupor. Once the two of you calm down, you smile up at her and wrap your arms around her in a hug.
>“Well, must’ve taken a lot of guts to say something like that. Definitely a classic Rainbow Dash-style way of doing things.”
>Her eyes widen a bit in surprise. “Wait, Anon… you called me Rainbow Dash…?”
>You snicker a bit, before a sly grin curls across your lips. “Well, why not?” you ask, leaning in close and placing a small peck on her forehead. Nothing big, but a small token of affection. “You’re my special somepony after all, y’know?”
>Her eyes widen to the point of where you think they’re going to pop out of her head. You’re suddenly wondering how those female characters in Japanese animes are able to pull it off. She blinks a few times, smiles, and then her eyes roll back and she collapses, falling limp on your chest, a deep blush on her cheeks.
>Well, guess that’s one way to react.

>That following morning, there’s a knock at the door. You slowly open your eyes, only to find out that fucking Celestia decided to waltz on into your sleepy time with her fucking sunlight burning through the fucking window into your fucking eyes FUCK IT’S SO BRIGHT.
>You hold up your hand to block the light, notice RD sleeping soundly on your chest. The events from last night are still a bit of a blur due to your hangover, but you remember everything you need to. You smile lightly, slowly easing your way out to not wake her, keeping the blanket wrapped and tucked around her like a cocoon.
>You walk over to the door and open it, stretching a bit as the morning sun hits you.
>“Oh, Anon, glad to see you made it through the snowstorm. I’ve been looking for Rainbow, have you seen her?” an enthusiastic female’s voice comes from below your view of the sun.
>It’s a purple unicorn, with a dark purple mane and a pink highlight running through the middle of it.
>Twilight Sparkle.
>“Oh, yeah…” you mutter groggily, nodding and scratching your head before your eyes widen and you kneel down to eye level with her, placing a finger to your lips and making motions to let her know that Rainbow was still sleeping.
>She nods in understanding. “I’ll come back later then,” she whispers, smiling and nodding as she walks off.
>Speaking of which, it looks like the snow’s stopped falling. Fillies are playing in it outside, and you notice that Twilight conveniently made a cleared path to your doorstep from the sidewalk.
>What a bro, even though she’s not quite Rainbro-tier status quite yet.
>In the distance, there’s an orange mare trotting towards your house, her head hanging down a bit dejectedly.
>Fucking Applejack’s coming back for round three.
>“What do you want?” you grunt, closing the door slowly behind you as you walk outside.
>“Listen, Anon… Ah’m sorry ‘bout the way Ah’ve been actin’ towards ya. Guess it’s just mah instincts, that’s all,” she says, looking up at you. You don’t know what it is, but you can definitely feel the sincerity in her voice.
>“Well, I’m still a bit skeptical about that, but I’m willing to forgive you in time. Though, I’m not letting you off the hook that easily,” you grin. “I want seven apples from your orchard every week. I get to pick them out myself.”
>“Heh, sounds like a plan,” she smiles. “Friends once again?” she asks, holding out a hoof
>You smile, taking it in your hand and shaking it. “Friends.”
>“At least until ah decide to hit ya up next,” she winks slyly at you.
>You give her the smuggest grin you can make. “Well, we’ll see how Rainbow thinks about that.”
>It takes her a few seconds to process this. “Wait a minute… so does that mean you and Rainbow…?” Applejack’s jaw drops when she realizes what you mean by that.
>You grin, turning around and walking inside the house, fully confident that Applejack has been thoroughly shocked by your handiwork. Well done, Anon.
>As you enter, Rainbow’s slowly nodding herself awake. “Ugh… wha? What happened last night?” she asks, turning to look at you. “I had the best dream…”
>“Oh? What was it about?” you ask, leaping over the top of the couch, plopping down onto the cushion next to the sleeping pegasus.
>She immediately blushes. “Uh… nothing, it was just a dream, that’s all!” she exclaims, trying to hide her blush from you.
>“You sure, Rainbow? You absolutely sure about that?” you ask, a grin still plastered on your face. And like Applejack, when she realizes what you mean by that, her jaw drops. You laugh, and pick her up into a tight hug. She returns it, nuzzling into your neck.
>“Happy Hearth’s Warming, Rainbow Dash.”
>“Happy Hearth’s Warming to you too, Anon,” she mutters, muffled by hiding her face in your shirt, which had suddenly become moist where her eyes were. “Best gift I could ever ask for.”

>End.