Pity (AiE) [Tanks for the Memories]

>Stretching, your foot sends a stray liquor bottle rolling.
>It eventually comes to a rest once it collides with others littered across the cloud floor.
>You absentmindedly wonder how the special material doesn't fall through the cloud without the appropriate spell.
>You would ask Dash but the pegasus beside you had dug into them as soon as you brought them over.
>A loud hiccup brings your attention back to Dash.
>Her mane was more mussed than usual and her eyes were glossy as she stared at nothing in particular.
>She brings a hoof to wipe the drool that accumulated on her lips then went back to what she was rambling about.
>For a long time all she seemed to want to talk about was her pet tortoise.
>Tales about "awesome" things they've done together.
>You never knew she cared so much about him.
>Whenever you saw them together she acted pretty aloof about it.
>Probably hid it to keep up her image.
>Bitch be crazy
>You snuggled the shit out of your dog, no matter who was watching.
>When the girls had told you about Rainbow's reaction to Tank's little hibernation, you had laughed until you saw the state she was in.
>You and the girls had agreed that a drunken night with a bro would help lift her spirits.
>Well, 'she' was drunk.
>This booze was some weak shit so you were only lightly buzzed so far.
>But this was for Dash's sake so you didn't mind.
>She was currently regaling you with a tale of Tank at Rainbow Falls.
>You think.
>Her drunken slurring has made it almost impossible to understand her babbling but you nod anyway.
"That's pretty cool Dash."
>"Yeah it was!" She hits you playfully, going into a fit of giggles.
>You chuckle along to humor her.
>She eventually calms down, staying silent for an unusual amount of time.
>"H-hey Anon?" You look down into her color eyes.
"Yeah, Dash?"
>"Thanks for putting up with me. I know I've been pretty lame today."
>You crack a smile and bring your hand up to lightly scratch her behind the ear.
>She closes her eyes and leans into your palm, humming in pleasure.
"We're bros right? It's no big deal."
>She suddenly shakes her head, more violently than intended.
>"No! You're so awesome. I wouldn't know what I would do without you."
>She cringes and asks in a shakier voice.
>"Humans don't need to hibernate, do they?"
>You chuckle despite her anxiety.
"No, we don't."
>Might be sweet, but you're not NEET enough to sleep all day.
>Rainbow sighs in relief and lies back into the caress of your fingers.
>"That's gud."
>The two of you stay like this for awhile, just enjoying each other's company.
>After some time, Dash opens her eyes and stares upwards at your hand.
>"You got such nice hands..."
"Mmhm."
>That's what ponies tell you.
>All the time.
>Frankly you think you created a new fetish here.
>She makes a grab for your hand and brings it to her face to nuzzle it.
>Her face splits into a big goofy smile.
>"Nice and greeeeen." She takes a moment to take a whiff of your appendage.
>The action sends a shiver up your arm.
>You quirk an eyebrow at her.
>Before you can question her behavior, she sits up right with no warning.
>"Hey, I got some booze we can get into. It'll even put you on your ass." She declares with her usual cockiness.
"Really? This I have to see."
>The promise of actually getting drunk distracts you from her earlier weirdness.
>Rainbow scrambles off the couch and makes a beeline for the hallway door.
>The liquor bottles make her drunken gait even more precarious.
>Once she reaches the door, she turns around the corner out of sight.
>Soon you hear the sounds of her rummaging through something then a loud pop.
>She comes back with a open champagne bottle grasped in her mouth and a cup on a hoof.
>Dash stops in front of you, leaning forward to offer you the drink.
>You grab it out of her mouth and read the label.
>Seems fancy enough.
>"Princess Celestia gave it to me from her own stash. I've been saving for a speshul occasion."
>Sunbutt was the only pony who came close to out drinking you.
>This might work.
>You take the cup from Dash and fill it with the concoction.
>The liquid inside glows and fizzes slightly.
>Magic?
>Too interested to care, you tip back the cup.
>The amber liquid cascades into your mouth.
>Your taste buds are assaulted with a fruity flavor as a nice heat spreads through your body.
>Good quality.
>While you drain the rest of your beverage, Rainbow climbed back onto the couch and leaned against you.
>Seeing your cup empty, she grabs the bottle and refills it.
>You hesitate to drink it.
>The cloud walking spell Twilight casted only lasted for so long.
>...
>Ah, fuck it.
>It should be enough time.
>You empty your cup once again.
>A sudden yawn rips itself from your throat.
>Your eyelids start to feel heavy as does your limbs.
>Odd.
>You were usually so good at holding your liquor.
>Guess...it was stronger...than you thought...
>Your head falls back against the couch, out cold.
>The cup slips from your hand as you release your grip.
>Dash watched your limp form for a few seconds before speaking in a whisper.
>"You awake bro?"
>Your only response is a loud snore.
>Dash scoots closer to your unconscious body and rests her head on your chest.
>A hoof rubs on your leg, inching closer and closer to your crotch.
>She fills her lungs with your scent then releases it with a happy sigh.
>"I'm sho happy you're here...Tank."

>Be Pinkie Pie
>Well, not as pinkie keen as you would like.
"Come again soon!"
>Even though you're dishing out smiles and good food at Sugarcube Corner, you can't help but feel slightly distracted.
>You're still worried about Dashie.
>She put on a strong face but you could see she was still down about little Tank.
>The others could see it too.
>Anon offered to be her pick-me-up for last night.
>She was always cheered up after a night with her "bro."
>You really want to see how they're doing...
>But you trust Nonny.
>He'll get the job done!
>The sudden bell chime interrupts your thoughts.
>The deflated smile on your face peps right back up at the unmistakable silhouette.
"Nonny! How's Dashie, is she still sad, is there anything I...can...do?"
>Your unstoppable mouth stumbles at the sight before you.
>The human limps over to the counter while you're still digesting his appearance.
>His usual layers of clothes are gone and in their place a green papier-mâché shell covers his body.
>The raggedy line drawn around his mouth distorts his frown into a smile.
>He must have took a fall somewhere because he was covered with dirt and twigs.
>He looks down at you with the flattest look you've ever seen as he drops a couple bits on the counter.
>"I could really use a cup of coffee right now, Pinkie."
"O-oh! Okay."
>You're still too shocked to say more than that.
>The coffee doesn't take that much time to make and you have a cup in front of him quick.
>With obvious relief, he sips at it and lets out an appreciative sigh before going for more.
>You just watch him for awhile as he indulges in the hot beverage.
>Eventually your shock wears off enough for you to talk again.
"So...did it go alright? Is Dashie okay?"
>The distaste is obvious on his face.
>"...She's fine. She probably got it out of her system now."
>He goes back to his drink with that "don't give a fuck" look of his.
>You get the feeling you're not going to get more out of him.
>Your nose crinkles when you finally become aware of his body odor.
"Nonny, why do you smell like sweat, anger, and shame?"