Fighting Spirit - Part 2

>Yes!
>YES!
>Ooooh how could you forget the excitement of loud music, mythical creatures, and bare fisted fighting?
>OH RIGHT YOU’VE NEVER SEEN SOMETHING SO AWESOME
>AND YOU ARE ONLY 5 MINUTES AWAY FROM THE FIRST ROUND
>You want to stand so bad. You’re way too excited to sit. But you’re pretty close to the front row and standing would block the show for a long of ponies.
>You have to settle with jittery as fuck legs.
>”Dude, you alright?”
>And Dash was sitting next to you.
>You’re a little upset about that, but she’s been kinda cool so far.
>Well… not cool, but she got the tickets so she’s now tolerable.
“Fine! Just excited!”
>”Aaaah! I know, right?! I can’t wait to see who’s fighting!”
“Uhhhm, I met a few just before you got here.”
>She looks at you in awe.
>”You DID?!”
“Yeah! Some ponies, couple minotaurs, Griffons, even some Dragons-“
>”DRAGONS?! WHAT?! NO. WAY.”
“Yep!”
>The lights in the warehouse dim.
>You’re body goes ridged.
>It is not ready for this.
>Lights illuminate the stage.
>An elderly looking Earth pony climbs up on stage wearing a headset.
“… The hell is this?”
>”Chill, this guy owns the whole thing, I think.”
>The old pony opens his mouth to speak.
>”I’d like ta thank all o’ yall fer comin-“
“Come ON!”
>A few audience member shush you.
>You silently simmer in annoyance as the stallion continues talking about how great the audience is.
>Then he thanks the fighters…
>Then he thanks every individual sponsor…
>Dear god.

>”…Thank yall fer listnin’, w-who’s ready for some action?” He says weakly.
>The crowd erupts in applause, waking you up.
>You then join in, assuming the fights were FINALLY GOING TO START.
>”Enjoy the nap?” You catch Dash’s gaze just as she winks at you.
“Ehehehe, fuck you.”
>Dash snorts and bats your arm with a hoof.
>What if you told her you sort of meant that?
>That would solve some problems…
>”Dude, dude, dude! The first two fighters!”
>Oh HELL YE-
>An Earth pony and that murderous looking Pegasus enter the pentagon stage.
>Lame.
>The crowd doesn’t seem to mind as much as you. They could probably watch two pieces of shit be thrown at each other and be entertained.
>Dash lightly punches your shoulder.
>”C’mon dude, what’s your problem?”
“I want. To see. Two Dragons. Fuck. Each other. Up.”
>”Uh, duh. They always save the good fights for last! You gotta lighten up.”
>You mumble profanities that get drowned out by the crowd.
>The bell rings and the first fight begins!
>The Pegasus immediately darts for the Earth Pony, who just lumbers out of the way.
>Big and Heavy vs. Small and Light. A classic setup.
>The Pegasus goes for the Earth Pony again and misses by a mile, colliding into the fence.
>She pushes herself off like it was nothing as goes back at it.
>The cycles continues for a full minute until the Pegasus lands one good god damn hit on the Earth Pony.
>A loud crack echoes across the room, and the stallion falls.
>Everything is dead silent for a few seconds.
>Then the bell rings.
>”YES! HAHA!” The victor screams.
>Okay.
>That was actually pretty rad.

>A few more rounds pass, each as exciting as the last.
>Dash earned some serious cool points by bringing you here.
>She’s still dumb… and lame!
>Yeah.
>Aw snap, the next round is starting!
>Two colossal being enter the stage!
>One a minotaur, bulging with muscles and girth.
>The other a female Griffon, looking mean and determined.
>”Ugh.”
>You ignore Dash’s noise of disgust.
>”UGH!!”
“WHAT… Dash!?”
>”That griffon?” She points a hoof to the griffon onstage.
“Yeah?”
>”She used to be an old friend of mine, but she’s a total jerk.”
“You know her?”
>”Yeah,” She looks to the ground. “I guess.”
“Awesome!”
>You grab Rainbow Dash by her shoulders.
“You think you could get me an autograph?!”
>”Wha—“
“That would be so awesome! So can you do it, Dash?!”
>”Uhh…”
>She looks between you and the Griffon.
>”… Yeah. Yeah I can do that.”
>You pump your fist in the air.
>As you bring it down, you notice Dash hovering in the air with her forelegs stretched out.
>What is she…
>Oh.
>No. Nononononono.
>You extend a fist, hoping Dash would settle for bumping it.
>And if you look closely through her pupils, you can see Rainbow Dash’s heart breaking.
>Nice one, you ass.
>She slowly bumps it as she slowly falls back down into her seat.
>Enough depressing stuff, back to the fight!
>Wait, no fight yet.
>The Griffon talks with her coach, a male Griffon, while the Minotaur pointlessly flexes to the audience.
>An official walks up and gives the coach a signal.
>He backs off, the fighter responds by getting in a proper fighting stance.
>The Minotaur makes a mocking gesture towards her.
>And then the bell rings.

>The Minotaur explodes out of his corner, charging full speed at the Griffon.
>She floats over him as he gets close and gives him a hard kick in the back.
>He hardly budges.
>The Griffon scrambles to the other side of the pentagon before the Minotaur can react.
>”You think you can hurt The Boulder!?”
>Oh my god is he really…
>”The Boulder is an immoveable force of which you cannot comprehend!”
>He is.
>”Cram it, dweeb!”
>You may or may not be in love with the Griffon right now.
>The Minotaur roars in rage and charges again.
>The Griffon lowers herself, preparing to leap over him.
>The Minotaur raises his arms as he get near, trying to prevent the same thing from happening.
>But the Griffon doesn’t go up. She went forward.
>She dives right into the skinny legs of the Minotaur.
>He topples over and lands hard on his snout.
>The Griffon hops onto his back, grabs onto his horns, and yanks.
>The Minotaur howls in agony as the Griffon twists and pulls at his neck.
>He pushes himself sideways to roll onto his back.
>The Griffon hops away, but not nearly far enough.
>The Minotaur swings a gargantuan arm down on the Griffion.
>She buckles under the sheer force.
>The Minotaur slowly gets to his feet.
>He wipes blood off his snout.
>He mouths something to the Griffon.
>You can’t hear it over the crowd, but it gives the Griffon the urge to stand back up.
>She then stands on her two lion legs, and puts her fists up.
>The Minotaur puts his up as well.
>Oh shit.

>The Minotaur takes lead, as per usual.
>He swings a large hamhock of an arm at the Griffon.
>She easily ducks it and backs off. Her opponent’s reach is too long for her to counter hit. She needs to find a way in.
>The Minotaur pushes forward, throwing haymaker after haymaker.
>He throws an uppercut, and the Griffon sees her opportunity.
>She tucks in her elbows and wings and leaps in. She stops herself inches from the Minotaur.
>Everything seems to stop.
>The Minotaur sees his beating coming. He can do nothing to stop it.
>A smile forms on the edges of the Griffon’s beak.
>Then things speed back up.
>The Griffon lets loose a nasty uppercut that cracks across the Minotaur’s nose.
>The Minotaur stumbles as The Griffon winds up for another hit.
>She begins to make the motions for a second, and possibly final blow.
>Then an Earth pony wearing black and white stripes steps between them.
>”Foul! FOUL!”
>”What?!”
>You can’t believe it, but the audience seems to agree with that bullshit call.
>You join in the little booing going on.
>You feel a yank on your shirt.
>”Stop! You’ll get us in trouble!”
“What?”
>You look around and notice a few audience members glaring at you.
>… The hell is this?!
>You look back to the fighters.
>The ref seems to consoling the one at receiving end of that punch while the Griffon, back on all fours, paces back and forth behind him.
>Eventually the ref stands.
>The crowd goes silent.

>”Foul. Red corner,”
>”WHAT?!”
>”Elbow to the face. Receiver is unable to continue. Blue corner wins through disqualification.”
>BULL FUCKING SHIT!
>The Griffon starts screaming at the ref, but you don’t hear any of it. Ponies are somehow supporting this blatant bad call. They’ve gone fucking wild.
>And it’s disgusting.
>Rainbow Dash is awkwardly sitting in her chair. She wants to cheer. Oh boy, does she.
>But she sees how much this is aggravating you and she wouldn’t want to do anything to upset her ‘one true love’.
>You need to get out of here.
“Hey Dash, I’m going to the bathroom real quick.”
>”Uhhh. Yeah, just be back soon, okay?”
“Sure.”
>You get off your seat and squeeze out of your row, walk to the outer walkway, and walk aaaaaaall the way around to the other side of the building.
>One pair of bathrooms. Ugh…
>You enter the… Stallion’s bathroom. The pony toilets are just holes in the ground, and that isn’t cool.
>It’s not exactly new to you, but it’s the reason you like to relieve yourself at home.
>The wave of smell hits you as you enter a stall. You just suck it up, unzip those pants, and take a not-very-needed piss. You only wished to get away from Dash and that audience.
>Tension began to slip away as you relieved yourself, but a different kind wormed its way into your head once you heard the bathroom door open.
>”Dude, that last match sucked.”
>”I know, right?”
>Did two guys seriously walk into a bathroom together?
>”But at least that Griffon didn’t win.”
>”Man, I don’t get everyp0ny’s beef with Griffons.”

>”Two words. Griffon wars.”
>”You’re kidding. That was over 2,000 years ago.”
>”So? A bunch of ponies died!”
>”Lots of Griffons died too!”
>”Yeah,” The stallions lowers his voice, “But ponies didn’t eat the Griffons when they killed them…”
>”… Duuuuude.”
>”I know, right?”
>Damnit, you’ve heard enough.
>You finish your business and walk out of the stall.
>The two stallions give you funny looks as you pass by them.
>You exit the bathroom. The muffled cheers return in full, only furthering your frustration.
 >You step towards where Dash is sitting but then think to yourself…
>Do you still want to even be here? Do you want to watch exciting matches just to have them ruined by bigotry?
>And do you want to keep spending time with Dash?
>No, to everything.
>You see an exit near the bathrooms, and don’t hesitate to take it.
>The change from the heated indoors area to the cool outdoors is refreshing.
>It’s dark now. Dark and cold.
>But the reduced noise and calm atmosphere is almost relaxing.
>You try to feel like a piece of shit for wasting Dash’s money and dashing (heh) her hopes of swooning you with expensive gifts.
>But you fail. Maybe it’s the hint Dash needs.
>You’ve been dropping heavy hints over the entire course of your acquaintanceship and she hasn’t noticed a damn thing. This won’t be any different.

>You can’t go far. You still need Dash to guide you to your motel thing or whatever.
>Swear to god, if it’s one bed…
>You push the thoughts of Dash molesting you in your sleep out of your mind and walk around the local neighborhood.
>They’re mostly smaller warehouses and old convince stores. No real place to live around here.
>Several stores have gone out of business and are boarded up, but most are still open. Some are even busy.
>It’s not the safest looking place though so you avoid alleyways and deserted streets.
>Scruffy looking ponies still walk the streets, each glancing at the unknown creature walking the other way.
>Shit, you still don’t like some of the looks you’re getting.
>… Okay maybe you should go back to the fights. Or at least wait outside.
>You change directions and take the most direct route towards the warehouse.
>The first two roads are well lit and seem safe enough, but the third looks pretty deserted.
>You proceed cautiously, sticking close to the street lanterns.
>Shadows dance just in the corners of your eye. They’re gone when you turn to look at them.
>Is someone… or something after you?
>Of course not.
>But that’s not stopping paranoia from getting to you.
>You pick up your pace.
>You see the spotlights. Just a block or two away.
>This won’t be a prob-
>A lantern just mysteriously went out in front of you.
>You nope out of there and take a sharp right turn into the nearest building.

>You’re nearly blinded as the inside light hits your eyes.
>It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust. Once they do, you see that you’re in a simple convenience store.
>All sorts of unhealthy snacks and drinks line the shelves.
>A lone stallions mans the counter.
>You approach it.
“Uhh… Hey, could I…”
>Wait, you don’t even want anything. Except food, but he’s not your waiter.
>Doesn’t look like he’s paying attention anyway. He looks totally zonked out of his mind.
>You excuse yourself silently to browse the store.
>Things labeled with ‘Organic!’ and ‘Real Hay Extract’ are slapped onto damn near everything.
>Urgh, unsweetened dried fruits. It’s a start.
>Potato chips? Dinner for champions.
>And some wheat crackers! Awww yeah!
>Wait. Infused with hay? Yuck.
>Whatever. Chips and dried fruit will hold you over until Dash inevitably buys you dinner.
>You hear the front door open once more and pay it no mind as you eye a small selection of drinks.
>Almost nothing has no hay in it. You pick out some random Hay-Free fruity drink. Berry… Punch? Sounds like an awful energy drink.
>You just deal with it and walk up to the counter, but someone, probably the guy who walked in earlier, is talking to the cashier.
>You take this time to reflect upon your current existential state in a realm of cartoon ponies and broken physics.
>Too bad, time to think about Rainbow Dash again.
>Stupid Rainbow Dash.

>For how frustrating Rainbow Dash can be, she does cool things from time to time.
>Like…
>Take you to really cool fights and stuff.
>Fights that you leave because you disagree with a bad ref call.
>Totally abandoning the one who gave you the ticket in the first place.
>You may owe Dash one or two. You don’t know.
>Maybe you should take HER out to dinner for once. As friends, of course.
>Whatever’s in front of you adopts a very aggravated tone.
>Oh cool a Griffon butt.
>Oh cool a Griffon.
>…
>Oh shit it’s the Griffon from the fight!
>Uh…
>God, what do you do?
>She is so close…. You’re probably breathing on her!
>She’s already angry enough. You’ll just hold your breath until her business is done.
>You quietly suck in as much air as possible and stare at the back of the Griffon’s head while she deals with the cashier.
>”… No! It’s 5 bits! It says so right there!”
>She points a sharp claw at a rack of some unrecognizable food.
>The cashier takes in a long breath.
>”Sorry but it is 10 bits, will that be all for you today?”
>His voice is so monotone it hurts.
>”No! Stop… That! Stop trying to rip me off!”
>”I am not doing that. 10 bits is the price on that. Will that be all for you today?”
>Holy fuck you need to breathe…
>”No! L-Look, I have seven bits! Just take my money!”
>Shitfuckdickshit.
>”You need 5 more bits for that.”
>”5?! You said it was 10 bits!”
>”Plus tax.”

>The Griffon yells in frustration and winds an arm back.
>Oh fuck she’s actually going to hit him.
>”Will that be all you’re getting toda-“
“GASP”
>Fuck! You couldn’t hold your breath any longer…
>The Griffon shifts her head towards you and slowly unwinds that fist.
>The cashier keeps staring off into space.
“Uhh…”
>The Griffon speaks up.
>”Hey, you’re that… human thing from before.”
“… Uhh.”
>”Psh, don’t buy anything here.” She points at the cashier. “This guy will take all the bits you got.”
>”That’s only the Griffon and dirty Sheep scum price. He pays normal.”
>”That’s it! You’re dead!”
>”Although I have no idea what he is. Maybe the boss would want me to refuse surface due to the unknown entity.”
>The Griffon raises her fist again, but you hold your hands up to stop her.
>Then you turn to this lowlife.
>You take in a deep breath of air.
“Hello and my name is Mr. Mous and I am an emissary from the human race to make peace with the denizens of your world.”
>He continues staring into space. He also drools a little.
“I’ve been talking with Princess Celestia over the last four years and she has reassured me that your race means no harm. That they are a kind, peaceful race.”
>”… Uuhhhhhh.”
“But I’m not so sure after what I’ve seen today. Blatant racism against Griffons? We had racism too, you know. It caused a war that killed…”
>You need a reasonable number…
“250 trillion humans.”
>Yeah.
“Since then we’ve been exterminating all races that harbor such unreasonable hatred for others. And after what I’ve seen today…”

>”Hey, guy… Maybe you should have those snacks for free. I’ll throw in the Griffon’s food for an extra zero bits.”
>You swipe everything off the counter.
“Sounds like a deal catch you later bye.”
>Satisfied, you walk out the door with an armful of free snacks.
>You turn around as the convenience store door open a moment after you exit.
>And now you stand face to face with a very intimidating Griffon.
>You crack open your drink and take a sip.
“… So, uh…”
>”My food.”
“Right, right.”
>You pull the bag of… whatever out of the small pile and toss it to her.
>She rips it open with ease and pops a shriveled fruit into her maw. Guess it’s just a different brand than yours.
“Aren’t you a…”
>”Omnivore.”
“Oh…”
>You awkwardly stand there for a minute while she chows down on fruit.
“So uhhh, bye.”
>”Was any of that true?”
>She chomps down on another piece of fruit.
“What?”
>”The stuff you said to that dork. I think you were bluffing.”
”Well… I was!”
>”Huh. Good bluff.”
“Thanks. Um, my name’s Anonymous.”
>”I know, I met you earlier.”
“O-Oh… Right.”
>Holy shit, you’ve heard of spaghetti spillings but you’ve never actually seen it, and you never expected you to be the spiller!
>In your defense, you’re talking to a very lethal animal right now.
>”Name’s Gilda. So I take it you saw the fights?”
“I… saw some.”
>”Mmhmm.”
“And yours… It was good! Until-“
>”Until that unfair, bullshit call! My elbow wasn’t even close to his face! I-… Argh!”
>You’re now several feet away from the angry Griffon.
>”Just… Whatever! I always get this crap in Eastern Equestria.”
“What do you mean?”
>”People over here hate Griffons. I really didn’t want to fight in Fillydelphia but bits are bits, I guess.”

“You still earned income after that?”
>”Not as much as the wimp who chickened out.”
>You let that ‘chicken’ comment slide.
“Yeah, lame… Hey, I have a friend who says she knew you!”
>She eyes you questioningly.
>”… Rainbow Dash?”
“Bingo.”
>”Yeah,” She takes another bite of food. “I thought I saw her mane once or twice while in the ring.”
“Yep, that’s her.”
>”She still being a total loser?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
>”Typical Dash…” She stares at the ground for a moment. “Kinda miss her…”
“What?”
>”Nothing! Listen, I’m outta here.”
“That’s fine. I need to meet Dash outside the fights soon.”
>She flares her wings out and prepares for takeoff.
>You turn the other direction and use the spotlights as a guide.
>Few more blocks and you should be there.
>… Spooky scary blocks.
>”Hey!”
>You turn towards Gilda’s voice.
>She’s still on the ground with her wings flared out.
>”This is a fishy looking place, you need an escort?” She says in a very condescending tone.
>But you would love some company.
“Of course! … Ahem. I mean, I would like that.”
>You put on a brave face.
>She isn’t fooled.
>”You’d get eaten alive.” With one mighty flap of her wings, she glides over to your side.
>”And I wouldn’t want my ‘coolest guy of the day’ to get hurt.”
“Oh! What an honor!”
>She snorts out a chuckle.
>”You’re a funny dude, Anonymous.”
>Yes.
>Haha.
>Because that was a joke.
>Haha.

>You somehow manage to keep a consistent conversation with Gilda as the two of you made your way back to the fights.
>As it turns out, the two of you have nothing in common.
>But the conflicting opinions keep things fresh, fun even.
 >You reach the warehouse a little too soon.
“Guess this is it, huh?”
>Gilda elbows you a little too hard.
>”Psh, I’ll stick around for a bit. You said you were with Dash, right?”
“Yeah.”
>”I want to say a couple things to her.”
“Cool, so what were we talking about?”
>”You mentioned how Celestia had the best looking flank you’ve ever seen.”
“… How did I ever end up talking about-“
>”There you are!”
>Ugh.
>UGH!
>That raspy, tomboyish voice.
>You look to the source of the voice. Lo and behold, Rainbow Dash.
>And boy does she look pissed.
>She darts over to you and stops a few inches in front of your face.
>”Where did you go?! I was worried sick!”
“I-“
>”You left before ALL the best fights! C’mon, man! This was supposed to be a night for… Us!”
“You-“
>”If you just told me you didn’t want to watch these fights you should have… have…”
>She notices Gilda standing right next to you.
>”Long time, no see, Dash.”
>”YOU took him away?!”

>Uh oh.
>”What? No I-“
>”I spent so many bits for just THIS night so you could take away my best… best b-… SPECIAL SOMEP0NY!”
“Dash, I’m not-“
>”Hey, I didn’t take him away! I just met him like, 20 minutes ago!”
>”HORSEAPPLES!”
>She’s drawing attention now. Shit some p0nies are actually peeking their heads out from the warehouse.
“Dash, calm down!”
>”No!” She flies behind you and begins pushing.
“Hey!”
>”We’re going to the motel and we’re going to hang out! Just the two of us!”
“Dash!”
>”No!”
“Dash!”
>”NO!”
>You can’t do anything to escape. Her legs are weak but DAMN do those wings generate a lot of force.
>You twist your head to see Gilda giving you a ‘What the fuck just happened?’ look.
>All you can do is shrug in response.
>”Hey! You don’t even look at her!”
“No!”
>”I’m serious!”
“NO!”
>She pushes you around a corner and out of Gilda’s sight.
>She stops pushing then and hovers in front of you.
>She eyes you questioningly.
“What?”
>What’s your deal, man?”
“Nothing! I got mad and left.”
>”And?”
“And… I went on a walk!”
>”And?!”
“And then I met Gilda, came back to meet up with you, and you know the rest!”
>She facehooves.
>”So I spent almost 500 bits just for you to leave and hang out with my ex-best friend?”
“500 bits? Dash, that’s… Oh my god. Dash…”
>”Yeah! And you know what else? I was about to spend another 100 on a really nice dinner for us!”
“Why?!”
>”Seriously?!”
“Yes!”
>”Dude! I… I…” She floats to the ground and sits on her rump. “I have a bit… of a crush on you. I have for a long time and… I dunno, I thought this would get you to notice.
>You stare at her blankly.
“Dash.”
>”Yeah?”

“I KNOW!”
>”What?”
“Everybody knows! You’re so awful at hiding it!”
>”Wait, so you knew?”
“That what I just said!”
>”W-Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I have rejected you SO MANY TIMES! You can’t take a hint!”
>”You… I… Grr!” She puts her hooves on her head. “Emotions are so DUMB!”
“Tell me about-“
>”Shut up! Just… Do whatever! I don’t care! We’re leaving as soon as possible so… find your way to the motel sometime tonight!”
“Where?”
>She pulls a wadded piece of paper out of nowhere and throws it against your face.
>”There. I’m going to do… whatever.”
“No drinking, okay?”
>She scoffs and flares her wings.
“I’m serious. Drinking while upset is a bad habit.”
>”Yeah, maybe I’ll just find a stallion to help me out.”
>Oh, you almost forgot!
“Dash!”
>She lifts off and speeds away before you can get another word out.
“… Motel keys…”
>You sigh and kick at a piece of garbage before uncrumpling the paper in your hands.
>Yeah, you don’t know this city. This will take some time to find.

>Aha, more clever time skip tactics!
>It took nearly two hours but you found the place. The outside looks like shit. You can’t imagine the inside looking any better.
>You take another look at the address.
>You’re staying in room 3. And look at that, the light is on!
>At least you don’t have to wait outside.
>You walk up to the dirty salmon pink colored door and give it a light knock.
>You don’t hear anything.
>Another knock, this one more firm.
>It takes a few moments but you hear movement from the inside.
>You hear several locks being undone before the door swings open.
>You look down to see a very tired looking Rainbow Dash.
>She doesn’t say anything. You expected a, “What took you so long?” or, “Change your mind?”
>Nope. Nothing.
“Hey…”
>She exhales loudly and opens the door, inviting you in.
>The room looks horrible. Ugly pink walls and chocolate brown shag carpeting with several, and you mean SEVERAL, cigarette burns in it.
>It’s perfect for one night stands.
>Dash trots past you and hops on the bed. She has a small meal of fries and a salad laid out in front of her. You see a small bag on the other side of the bed as well.
>You walk around and pull the contents out. She picked up a small veggie burger and fries for you.
>You’re not a huge fan of veggie burgers but you’re pretty damn hungry. Snacks don’t satisfy you for very long. You sit on the other side of the bed with your back facing Dash, eating your mediocre burger.
>You finish both pieces of the meal off quickly.
“Hey, did you bring my bag of stuff in?”
>She gestures to the far corner of the room.

>Her large suitcase is open. You see several frilly dresses that you can’t imagine Dash wearing in her lifetime.
>Next to it is your bag of pajamas and spare jeans.
>You push yourself off the bed and pick the bag up, then you walk into the bathroom to change.
>It would be nice to consider how to approach Dash after this. The two of you live in a small town. Cutting off contact is going to be impossible.
>But you’re not feeling up to it. You mind likes to think about sleep and sleep related activities. Like lying in bed. That sounds like fun.
>You slip on the pajamas and exit the bathroom.
>Dash has closed to suitcase and is in the process of tossing it in the small closet.
>All you can think about it sleep. Even if it means sharing a bed with Dash.
>It’s getting late anyway.
>You lumber over to the bed, lift the covers, check for food or sex stains, and climb in. You do your best to stick as close to the edge as possible.
>You hear Dash trot around a bit, run the sink in the bathroom, and turn off the lights before climbing into bed herself.
>The tension is… Well if it were physical, it would be tearing one of you apart.
“Hey Dash.”
>She doesn’t respond.
>This is probably a bad idea.
“I’m really sorry about some of things I said today.”
>Still nothing.
“I… Could have worded a few things better. Made it all a little easier to understand.”
>She sifts a little, but otherwise nothing.
“I just don’t want us to hate each other, or something. I don’t really know how I should word this, so we’ll talk about it in the morning. Goddnight, Dash.”

>You hear a little more rustling, but you don’t think anything of it.
>Until you feel Rainbow Dash’s wings lightly brush up against your back.
>God damnit, Rainbow Dash.