Rainbow Dash's memories: "The story of seduction"

Can anypony explain to me why the heck I even paid attention to her? Probably not. No wonder; I have no idea myself. And the main thing - the title I deserve the least - pony who roots for the underdog. On the contrary - there is no time to relax away from the crowds of fans of all genders, sizes, shapes and colors that are literally swarming around me in great abundance. Sometimes their numbers become critical, which is threatening to the town’s movement.

By the way, maybe this is one of the reasons why I became interested in her during our first meeting.

I went about my business, not touching anyone (although for many it would be the fulfillment of all dreams for the year ahead), as suddenly someone bumps into me from the side. And so strong - I even thought that a bull decided to ram me.

Well, I turned around with a stare in my eye that would frighten even a manticore. I was going to give a tongue-lashing to this... purple unicorn of quite modest size? I feel with my sciatic nerve that this will be one of the greatest mysteries of this century; how this frail miracle of nature has managed to possess enough energy to push me so hard.

But it's all nothing compared to what happened next. The creature casted upon me a gaze of a student who hadn’t slept for three days, who had just passed the exam and, on this occasion, being in some kind of trance, then picked up the fallen book, muttered something like "sorry" and, as if nothing had happened, stomped on.

Now I have to call the paramilitary unit pegasus with trained bloodhounds in order to find my jaw, which were driven away because of such a spectacle. Usually when I first meet with a pony, he becomes speechless, then absolutely mind-blown. And then they begin salivating profusely, while jumping around me like mountain goats, trying to attract attention with the very essence of puppy-dog enthusiasm.

For this one, though, it didn’t matter if it was the most cool and attractive pegasus in the country or a regular rock. Not gonna give even a single, lonely darn. I bet on my guitar, for which I hadn’t even paid a first month loan that she definitely have an official title from Celestia herself: “The Most Greedy pony in the history of Equestria.”

That's it! Now that my pride was mortally wounded and moaning softly for vindication, I just could not ignore such a flagrant violation of the fundamental law, which holds in all planes of existence - “Do not ignore Rainbow Dash!”

I quickly get up and run at the direction of that mare, who was still visible. My thought processes were faster than I imagined possible.

Coming closer to her, I finally managed to get a proper look at her. The unicorn generally did not care what was going on around her - she buried her face in her book so tightly that I could only guess how she had managed to breathe. Although she may be a special pony on a stand alone power, who knows… I wouldn’t be surprised even in this case.

Okay, I’ll start with her coat. It was purple and had evidence of something that reminded me of paper dust. Her tail and mane were dark blue, with two stripes of violet and pink colors.

And of course, she had a completely insane gaze which was casted hard to the literary work. I’ve never seen the eyes like her’s - an obsession would be visible even from a distance of a thousand miles.

What is most interesting thing - she just rushing ahead, like the small and multi colored copy of a rhino, and didn't’ even tries to pay attention to the other road users. Fear seemed to be completely unknown to this, small, frail pony. The instinct of self-preservation? Oh, right - that has something to do with the history, yes?

In general, wild appearance, the obsession with reading in extreme conditions and a complete lack of inhibitions - that's what can be said about this work of unknown parents.

Okay, no time to lose. I needed to act - I started acting out of character. That’s all because of this unicorn. She affected me very strangely.

“Hey, hi there! I’m Rainbow Dash.”

Silence.

No, of course I did not expect her to instantly swoon to from realizing the incredible luck of finding herself next to me... But she just had to respond to me! It wasn’t everyday that the most awesome and attractive mare in the world started talking to you. And she... didn’t even twitch an ear.

“And by the way, I forgive you for bumping into me.”

A stubborn pony who ignores my persona would soon give me an inferiority complex that would evolve into the deepest psychological wound of my entire life.

“What's your name?”

I'll have to use raw power, or this violaceous scoundrel will not even deign to put some effort in order to turn her smarty head into my direction.

A hoof bump into the shoulder might help: It was a miracle! Her eyes had come off of her book and she began to look around!. I have already been hoping, that the first time she looked at me, she just could not see me properly. So, the second time she will have realized her terrible mistake and immediately correct it ... yeah, right.

As before, her glance on me for indifference could compete with mine, when I look at the building of the library.

“What? I didn’t hear you. I was a bit distracted”

The most blatant understatement of the millennium. You were so busy reading that I wonder how you even managed to peel your eyes off the book.

“What's your name?!” I bellowed on the top of my lungs. I hoped the townspeople had insurance to cover the bills for repairing broken windows.

But she perceived the sonic boom with a force over hundred decibels aimed directly at her face as calmly as if she regularly went to heavy-metal rock concerts and always took a place alongside the stage.

“I’m Twilight Sparkle.”

Okay, at least some progress. It is necessary to once again introduce myself; I have no doubt that she has already forgot my name - if she ever heard it ...hey! *whistling* Where are you going?! I didn’t give you an order to leave! Stop right there!

“I’m Rainbow Dash. I bet you’ve heard about me, huh?”

She shook her head, not looking up from his precious reading material and not turning to me.

“No, never, sorry.”

And, taking advantage for the second in a row with my shock of realizing that, it appears, were primevals in the world who did not know me, she went into the sunset.

I remained sitting there, where this crazy mare uttered those outrageous words that established the incredible depth of her ethical fall in my eyes... although it is unlikely that it somehow concerned her, remembering her behavior.

Now I was much angrier than Celestia, who discovered a missing piece of her cake, which was prepared for the usual act of the royal devouring. I’ve never been so disgraced.

No. I will not allow anypony do that to me. Especially not some puny and nerdy egghead-bookish-basement unicorn.

And I decided that I had a brilliant idea on how to fix this nasty little thing...