Rainbow in the Dark (WiP)

>Day You Only Live Twice on Earth
>Be Anon
>Your head throbs as Twilight Sparkle's magic fades from you
>The world spins in a dizzying hazy about you
>This is taking forever
>The magic finally wears off and you look around
>White room, small kitchen, unkempt bed, immaculate computer desk with your battle station prepared
>You smile
>Twilight really did it
>You think back to your time in Ponyville
>How long were you gone? A year? Maybe two?
>You check the calendar on your computer
>It's still 2011 + 1
>You even remember leaving in this same month!
>Time must work differently in Ponyville
>Or maybe it was all a dream!
A: I don't think so, narrator. FlutterRapist hurt me enough to know I was really experiencing that
>Oh, if you say so
A: I do
>You sigh with relief and stretch
>It feels wonderful to be home
>You can't help but think of Ponyville though
A: I know that feel
>The ponies may have had their annoying moments, but it was mostly enjoyable
>You look to your bed and decide to crash

>Be Rainbow Dash
>You wake to darkness and feel something covering you
>What did you do last night?
>You were just taking a nap on Twilight's shelf and now you have this splitting headache
>You lay in a ball wherever you are and blink the spots out of your eyes
>A heavy thing falls on you
>You scream and flail
RD: Ah! Something's got me!
A: Who said that?!
>Your eyes are suddenly exposed to the light and you see Anon
RD: Oh, hi, Anon. What're you doing in Twilight's house?
>You stretch your hooves and wings
A: Oh, wow, yeah... This is going to be tough to explain to the landlord
RD: What're you talking about?
>You look around and notice no books, Twilight or really anything familiar
RD: Was I sleep-flying again?
>You hear noises outside and rush to the window
>There are people just like Anon all over the streets
>You press your face against the glass in disbelief
RD: Anon, where in Equestria are we?
>You look on with your muzzle pressed to the cold glass
>Humans like Anon are walking everywhere and not a pony in sight
RD: Anon, I've got a feeling we're not in Equestria anymore
A: Yeah, you're onto something there
>Anon seems to be leading you on
>What's his deal?
RD: Anon! What's going on?
>He looks at you and shrugs
A: I think that Twilight somehow sent you back with me
RD: Sent back where, exactly?
A: Earth, my home?
>You stop and let it sink in
RD: If I'm on Earth... How am I suppose to get home?
A: I, uh, I am not sure
>Anon scratches his head and you feel him smiling dumbly with you
RD: I-I can't be here! I need to report for cloud-busting in the morning!
A: I am sure that'll be the least of your problems
RD: W-what am I gonna do!? Where can I go? Why is this happening to me!?
A: Look, I can see you are neck deep in the stages of grief, so I won't stop your from getting to the end. For now, you can stay here with me until we figure something out
>Tears form at the corners of your eyes
>Don't let 'em see ya cry, Rainbow
>Don't let 'em!
RD: Fine, Anon... fine...
>You fly from the window and to the bed
RD: I'm just going to sleep until everything goes back to normal
>You bury your head in a pillow
>It's not nearly as soft as a cloud
>You spend the next five or so minute tossing and turning
>You roll on your back and look for Anon
RD: Anon, I don't know if this'll work...
>Anon is not in sight
>You suddenly become a little desperate for his company
RD: Anon? Hey, Anon! Where did you go?
>Nothing
RD: N-nothing? Where'd he go?
>You flutter off the bed and dart around the small place
>It takes a second to get from one end to the other
>You search through some draws and cabinets before darting to the window again
>You see other humans, but not Anon
RD: First he tells me to stay here and then he just disappears
>You consider if Anon is a shape-shifter and hiding in plain view
>Shaking your head, you realize this is silly
>Anon doesn't even have a horn
>You hear water running for a brief moment and Anon appears in a doorway
A: Fwoo, how I missed indoor plumbing
RD: Anon!
>You rush to him and latch onto his chest
A: Oh, yeah, it's me?
RD: Why'd you leave without saying anything?
A: I didn't leave? I just went to the bathroom. Magic always goes right through me
>You hold onto Anon
A: I... I don't remember you being so emotional...
RD: Hey, this is weird for me! I-I don't like being so far from my friends
>You look up at Anon with watery eyes
>His face changes to melancholy as you continue to stare
A: Oh, Dashie... there's no need to be so sad. I promise we'll get you back home. Just, um, just smile for now?
>The word "smile" echoes in your head
>Pinkie would tell you the same thing
>But, she'd make a pun out of it
>You lose to the sad thoughts and start weeping
RD: Anon, tell me to, "Smile and not look so blue"
>Anon doesn't get it
A: But, Rainboom, you are blue?
>You weakly pound his chest with your hoof
RD: That's the joke! That's what Pinkie would have said
>You start crying in miniature torrents
A: Uh, no, no. Now, don't cry, BlueFast. It's going to be fine! I swear!
>You don't know what's come over you, but you are terribly afraid of being here
RD: My friends are all counting on me to watch the weather. They all wanted me to help them this weekend on a party. I promised so much. What will they think if I don't show up?
>You feel Anon's hand on your back
A: I am sure they won't be mad at you. I bet Twilight is already working on getting you back to Ponyville
RD: Y-you think?
A: I... I know
>He wraps his arms around you and hugs you tightly
>You will never yell at Pinkie for doing this again
RD: Thank y-you, Anon. You're so nice. I see why Fluttershy liked you
>He squeezes a bit tighter suddenly
A: Oh, oh yeah, -her-
>Anon loosens his grip and takes your to the bed
A: Shh, shh. No more tears now. Only friendship
>He lets you go gently on the mattress
A: You're lighter than you look
>Anon fidgets around you as you lay on your back
A: Neat, you don't even leave a dent on the bed
>You have no idea what he's talking about
>You wipe away the last tear from your eyes
>Things are going to get better
>Anon said so, it must be true
RD: Do you think it'll take Twilight a long time to figure out where I am
A: If I know Twilight... They will notice you're gone by the morning and she'll figure out exactly what to do
RD: Rarity was suppose to come with me to the... the, uh, bathhouse I go to. I hope she won't be angry
A: Don't worry so much. You're friends are adults, I think. They'll understand
RD: Yeah, you're probably right
>Anon holds up a metal case and flicks something across the room
A: Was there ever any doubt?
>His crazy ways remind you of Pinkie Pie
>You miss that crazy gal
RD: I think I need to take a spin around the town. Clear my head a little
>Anon looks a little concerned
RD: Oh, sorry, I forgot you couldn't fly. We can just walk around if you want?
A: It's not about that. It's about you being a pegasus here
RD: Oh, let me guess. Humans think we're mythological creatures and seeing me would make them all crazy and curious
A: Y-yes, how'd you come up with that?
RD: I was roped into a conversation with Lyra while trying to get a drink one day. She's super-creepy about humans. Not that you're creepy. I mean, she studies humans... Yeah, it's a mystery
A: Was she the one who kept trying to sell me the tennis rackets?
RD: Ah, no, she's the one that really liked humans. She talked about "fingers" and "hands" all the time. Somep0nies, huh?
A: I suppose
>You roll backwards on Anon's bed and move over something hard
>You uncover it to discover some black, square... thing
RD: What's this?
>Anon takes it from you
A: TV remote
>He presses a red button and another machine comes to life
RD: Whoa, cool. Color TVs are so expensive. Can't even get good channels outside of Canterlot
>You see a human on the TV dressed in a suit much like Anon wears
>His face isn't green though
>You suppose Anon's real face isn't green either, just the mask
Weather Man: And tonight looks like low winds and light rain for the central area. Expect some delays on the roads before 8:00
>Your mind takes a moment and relaxes from this report
RD: Ohh~! A weather-human! Where're their wings?
A: Humans don't get wings
>You ponder this for a moment
RD: Oh, I thought you were just an earth-human, like Applejack... except not a pony
A: No, sadly, humans don't get wings or horns... well... no, we don't
RD: So... how is that weather-human suppose to move the clouds and bring the rain from wherever humans get rain?
A: Oh, it's just gonna happen. These people are usually wrong about the weather anyways
>You don't understand how that's even possible
RD: C-can we change the channel?
>Anon presses another button
>You see a strange looking human with puffy hair and a suit almost like Anon's
Giorgio Tsoukalos: "Ancient aliens"
>The man smiles, eyes squint and he stretches his arms across the screen
>Anon quickly changes it
>As the sound enters the picture, you see a human male sitting while a human female stands over him
Human Female: Yesterday, you said you'd call Sears
Human Male: I'll call today
>She smiles
Human Female: You'll call now
>He smiles
Human Male: I'll call now...
>Anon laughs
>You are slightly confused
A: There's never anything on TV anyway. I think this is the first time I turned it on in months
RD: We don't get channels in most of Cloudsdale. TV is mostly just for unicorns to send broadcast messages to the public
A: Eh, gotta be better than this dribble
>You roll along the bed a few more times and end up on your stomach
RD: This bed is too hard. How do you sleep like this?
>Anon looks you over for a moment
>He suddenly jumps onto the bed
>You pop up into the air
RD: Anon! Watch it, will ya?
>You break your fall with a flap of your wings and land gracefully
>Anon laughs for a moment and rolls unto his back
RD: Do all humans wear your clothes?
A: Not most. This suit is for the more... respectable types of humans
RD: And what about that goofy mask?
>Anon sits up in bed quickly
A: Goofy? I'll have you know my face is a finely crafted and extremely important face
RD: Looks like your head's a green blob of jelly
A: My face is the face of the masses!
>Anon stands on his bed and announces his words carefully
A: I am a representative of all who have staked a claim on the internet!
>He falls to his butt and folds his legs in
A: So you see, my -face- is meaningful and not at all goofy
>You look him over and roll your eyes
RD: As long as you say so, Anon
>You lay down on your back beside Anon
>He's a good friend and all, but you are desperately home sick
>Anon lays his body beside you
>You feel his cool clothing against your skin
A: I'm making my specialty pancakes in the morning. I'm a chef, you know. I think you'll like them
>That was so utterly random
>You miss Pinkie Pie so much...

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>Day I <3 America on Earth
>Be Rainbow Dash
>You wake to the sound of loud horns
>Stretch wings and hooves
>You yawn widely as you pat your mane into shape
>What a crazy dream you had
>You look about and see that you are on a hard mattress wrapped in black blankets
>You hate the colour -black-, or rather, you hate -black- for being the absence of light and thus, not reflecting anything back into your eyes
>You hate how you remember this because Twilight scolded you about confusing colours.
>This is too much thinking for one morning
>Your nose picks up a delicious scent
RD: Oh gosh, I am starving
>Stomach roars
>You race out of bed and around a sharp turn
>Anon is standing by a stove with a spatula in hand
A: Mornin'! I made pancakes with blue-berry compote
>Sounds delicious
>You make yourself comfortable at a seat nearby
>You spin a plate set out in a small loop with one hoof
RD: Fancy dining-ware ya got here, Anon
A: Oh, that old plate? It's the only one in the house!
RD: Uh, you mean the "best" one, right?
A: Rainboom, why would I own more than one plate?
>For a moment, you truly consider this
>You realize he is nuts after all
>You see another plate made of paper nearby
>It's all coming together
>You fidget in your chair
>What's taking so long? The food smells done already
>Anon walks over to your plate with the pan in his hand and scoops a pancake out
>Two more pancakes make a perfect stack on your nice plate
RD: This looks great!
>You raise a nearby fork
>Anon snatches the fork from you
RD: Hey! What's the big idea?
A: Uh-uh-uh, I need to add the blue-berries
>Anon takes a small pan and drips a hot syrup onto the pancakes
>They look more delicious than before!
A: Now they're ready!
>You grin and ready your fork again
Anon: Hang on a tick... how are you doing that?
RD: Doing what?
Anon: How are you holding that fork?
RD: With my hoof, duh?
>Anon gets close to your hoof and sizes it up
A: That's almost disturbing, you have it stuck in a way between your hoof and heel that just seems like it would hurt?
RD: Are you sayin' I don't know how to hold a fork?
A: No, but it makes me question everything I know about fork holding
>Anon is too crazy sometimes
>Stomach bellows as if trying to silence Anon
A: Oh my, you are hungry, aren't you? Better eat up, I can make more if you want
>Without further interruption, you stuff a hot, syrupy pancake in your mouth
>The flavors are delectable as your tongue is bathe in sizzling, sticky warmth
>You chew slowly through the first, taking in all these flavors
>Nutmeg, definitely... cinnamon-sugar... blue-berry, of course... and almond? Yes, almond
>You feel the wondrous sensation and savior each morsel as the pancake is worked into pulp in your strong jaws
>With a final, hard swallow, you clear the first delicious sample
RD: Oh, Anon, these are amazing!
A: Thank you, I try!
>You quiver as you raise another pancake to your lips
>Just the feeling of the sticky compote caressing your muzzle causes you to sigh with content
>You plunge the gooey morsel deep into your mouth and chew quickly
>Each bite is bliss
>You clear the plate in 10 seconds flat and run your tongue across any remaining traces of blue-berry
>Anon laughs from behind you and you look over the plate
A: More?
>You nod in agreement
>He puts another three onto your dish and swirls on more of the blue-berry topping
RD: Anon, I never knew you could cook so good. Why did you buck apples when you could have worked at Candy Corner?
A: I... I don't know. I wasn't planning to stay long enough to get a tax-return
>You don't understand what Anon is saying
>Who cares? Pancakes!
A: Oh, oh yeah! Taxes... I remember now
>You clear yet another plate of the joyous pancakes and slouch in place
>You're belly puffs out a bit as you breathe deeply
>A nap would be perfect after such a big meal
RD: So full. Anon, I think I'm in love with your pancakes
A: Ha ha! I am glad you enjoyed them
>You flutter over to the sink and put the plate in the basin
>A nearby couch invites you to lay down on your back
RD: Well, this ain't Cloudsdale, but it ain't half-bad
>You see Anon cleaning up
>You roll around a bit to try and soften the couch
>Everything Anon owns feels like stone floors to you
>Seriously, how can anypony sleep like this?
>Anon sits at your hooves
A: Ah, nothing like a short rest after good food. How'd you sleep?
RD: Oh, it was... nice?
A: OK, great, you can have that bed while you stay over
RD: Yeah, great... thanks, Anon
Anon: Sure thing, Dashie
>You fiddle a bit more to try and align your mane down your neck
>Nothing worse than a long mane getting sweat down your back
>You contemplate cutting it for a moment
>Suddenly, you feel something on your hoof
>Anon's hand idly strokes your back leg down to your hoof
>You fly into the air and pull your legs in
RD: Hey! Watch it!
A: Hmm, something wrong?
>You land back on the couch to one corner
RD: I don't like other ponies touching my hooves
A: Oh, sorry... you feel soft
>Soft?
>You are tough, sinewy even
RD: Don't get any funny ideas, buddy
>You scowl at Anon
>He looks back in slight confusion
RD: Just because we're sharing this space, doesn't mean you can just start being all "girly" with me
A: Me? Girly? I'll have you know that I am a manly man
>Anon puffs out his chest
RD: Then don't try to brush my mane or touch my hooves
A: How would that make me girly? And who said I was going to brush your mane?
>You smirk, all-knowing about Anon
RD: Fluttershy told me all about how much you loved brushing her mane
A: What? That's not true! She forced me to brush her mane for ten hours one day...
RD: She "forced" you to do it? Fluttershy isn't the "forcing" type
A: No, I swear. Fluttershy was crazy with me. She was trying to get me to breed her!
>You can't believe Anon would say such nonsense about your best friend
RD: Fluttershy would never try to "breed" with you! That pony's lucky if she could stand seeing bunnies mate without having a conniption
A: It's all true, she tried to rape me on multiple occasions. Sometimes, she even went so far as to hold me as a hostage or drug me!
>Anon really reads too many comic books
>What a nerd
>You roll around to your side
RD: Anon, you're a pretty cool guy and all, but Fluttershy would never try to "rape" anypony
>Anon crossed his arms and huffed under his breath
RD: I mean, it's not like you'd even be able to really "do" anything
>You chuckle to yourself as you imagine how small Anon must be
>What would a human's -thing- even look like
>How absurd
>Hahaha
>Right? Yeah, crazy, lets drop this thought
A: I bet she'd love it, if I ever wanted to... which I didn't! Which is why we didn't...
RD: Anon, don't beat yourself up. Ponies are ponies and you're just a human after all. I'm sure Fluttershy would be happy to go on a pretend date with you
A: If you only knew what that psycho knows about "relationships"
RD: You can't be serious? Fluttershy doesn't even go to my favor... I mean, the well-known bathhouse we're nothing in particular happens. Certainly nothing involving other fillies
>You scrunch your face and turn your head from Anon
A: Why doesn't anyone ever believe me about Fluttershy?
RD: It's just so... impossible! Fluttershy is kind and loving, but easily spooked by other ponies. She almost had a date once, I hooked her up with a stallion in flight school
>You stop for a moment
A: Yeah? What happened?
RD: Well, they kind of went out for dinner at some fancy restaurant and it ended with Fluttershy spilling her spaghetti all over him. Then, she broke down and flew out the doors while crying
A: Whoa, sounds pretty rough
RD: It was! She was walled up at home for three days. Kept calling herself a, "Spaghetti monster"
A: I see why you wouldn't believe me when I tell you she bound and gagged me one evening, stripped me and nearly had her way with me. She would have won there if Twilight hadn't come in and scared her off... though it made Twilight think I was into some extremely weird form of knot-tying and she bought me all these books...
RD: Sounds... like... Twi
>Anon sure is graphic
A: The point is, Flutterstutter totally wanted me to brush her mane... and breed her
RD: Well, lets just drop that whole idea until I can ask her myself
A: Yes, fine, good idea
>You sit there on the couch for a moment
>The thoughts of Anon being so forceful to your friend bounces around in your head
>It is kind of wrong to you
>You keep thinking about Fluttershy protesting against Anon
>Her cute, desperate attempts to get away
>Fluttershy's glistening flank
>This is getting lewd quickly
>You suddenly realize Anon has not spoken since you said to drop the subject
>You quickly look at him
RD: Hey, Anon... why did you want to date Fluttershy so bad?
>Anon looks at you with fiery eyes burning through his mask
A: There was no dating, it was straight rape! Bus-stop rape! Do not pass go, do not collect $200!
>He seemed a bit more hysterical than you had anticipated
RD: Ok, ok, so you didn't date her or didn't want to date her. So, um, what do you think -she- was thinking about when you two were on your not-dates?
A: She wanted the "D"
>You eyes go wide for a moment
>You can't believe he just said it like that!
RD: Pfft, haha! The "D", hahah!
A: Wh-what's so funny?
RD: I can't see it! I just can't picture Fluttershy ever having sex! Especially with you!
>You roll around the couch
>You laugh like a maniac at the absurdity of it all
>An overwhelming presence is suddenly around you
>You open your eyes
>Anon's face is just an inch from your own
A: It's almost hurtful that you think -I- wouldn't be able to make some pony a happy mare
>Anon closes in
A: You don't even know what I'm capable of, Prism Slash
RD: H-hey, Anon, what'd I say about being this...
>Anon grabs you by your front right hoof
RD: Hey, watch it!
>You see a small grin form across his face
>You try to pry him off with your lower hooves
>His body is too close to get a good kick going
>You can feel his intense cold pouring from his body
RD: A-Anon, stop it now! I-it's not funny anymore!
>You plead with Anon to let go
A: Don't think I could satisfy a mare, right? Don't think I'm good enough, is that it?
>You look at Anon with horror
>What is he thinking?
A: Well, I'll show you...
>His voice trails off into a whisper
>Anon's cold breath runs down your neck
>The world stands still for a moment
>You shut your eyes tight and a tear runs out
>Why is this happening?
>You wish you were home in bed and away from Anon
>He's never been like this before
>Did you really tease him so badly?
>Anon lifts his head back up and you kick out with your free hoof
>Direct hit!
>Anon's mask flies off
>You cringe in horror as the mask reveals the face of...
>Big Macintosh!
RD: Y-you? I never trusted you! You were toying with me the whole time!?
>Big Mac laughs cruelly for a moment
BMc: Eeeeyup!
>You scream as his mouth closes quickly with your own
>The world goes black

>Be Anon
>You swear you had awoken Rainbow Dash an hour ago from her couch nap
>You look over to see her flailing lightly in the air
>Drool hangs from her mouth
A: Ohh, how cute~. She's having a little pony dream. I wonder what ponies dream about? Probably meadows and rainbows and pooping rainbows
>You decide you are not good at dream interpretation
A: Eh, Freud would know...
>You shake Rainbow Dash a little harder this time
>She finally wakes up!
>The last thing you see is a wide-eyes Rainbow Dash sailing at you with a hoof raised
>See paragraph 1, line 208

>Be Rainbow Dash
>Your heart beats furiously in your chest
>You breathe heavily for a moment and look around
>Anon is at your hooves with a horseshoe mark on his head
>You bend over him
RD: Yo, Anon... you alright?
>Anon twitches for a moment
RD: Yeah, you're going to be fine
>You realize sleeping after that big meal caused you to have weird nightmares
>You make a note to not do that in the future
>A sigh escapes your lips as the nightmare is shaken from you
>You shudder to think about Anon being so wicked
>He'd never force himself on you or anypony
>You nudge him a few more times until he raises
A: Why'd you kick me in the face?
>Anon groans and stands to his feet
RD: Nightmare... accident. Not gonna talk further
A: OK?
>You stretch out your hind legs and wings
RD: So, I suppose... I need to ask. Where's the little mare's room around here?
>Anon points to a doorway
RD: I'll be back in a moment... just, uh, if you are going anywhere, don't forget where I am, alright?
>Anon nods slowly with concern in his eyes
A: That must have been a doozy of a nightmare
RD: It was. Not talking about. Bathroom
>You take off into the bathroom
>The door slams behind you
>Stupid nightmare wet-dreams making you this hot and bothered