Broken Strings and BPM's

Broken Strings Ch. 8:

There was a rapid knocking at my door. I was actually looking forward to relaxing without interruption, but fate always had to have its hoof in things, I guess. I set my drink down, and cantered to the door, slowly pulling it open, spotting the cyan mare with the rainbow mane, just as she pounced on me, squealing in glee. I was caught completely by surprise, falling to the ground. Now, I'm not used to being tackled, the moment I open the door. As a result, I began flailing wildly, abandoning my cool and collected demeanor for one of sheer panic and terror, screaming as I flailed like a madstallion. I was only snapped from my madness by the sound of the rainbow colored mare rolling on the ground, laughing hysterically. I stopped my flailing and glared at Dash, still laying on my back. "Are you insane, Dash?! You scared the living daylights out of me!" I was far beyond normal speaking, and was now yelling.

She managed to snap out of her laughing fit, and got up to her hooves. "Hey, ease up on the Royal Canterlot Voice, pal. I was coming to visit. Rarity said you were in town, so I wanted to see my flying buddy."

I climbed up to my hooves, and fixed my mane, which had become messed up during my fit of madness. "Ah. So Rarity's telling everypony now, is that it?"

Rainbow Dash shook her head. "No, just me." Then, I felt her lips up to mine, as she pushed me back toward the couch.

I tried to speak, but my words were muffled by Dash's lips, as I was forced to lay down on the couch, then was pinned down by the mare's full weight. After a few moments of this unwanted attention, she finally broke the kiss. "What's with the sudden change of attitude, Dash?"

"Sorry, it's just nice to have you back. It's just been kinda lonely, lately. Even that egghead's been busy. Ever since Trixie came back. I've been thinking about things, lately, and I really do want this." She smiled at me, blushing. "I want to be... Your little Dashie."

A few minutes later, I found myself in an awkward situation. Not physically, but mentally. Here I was, one of my friends making advances on me, but it wasn't what I wanted. Yet, here I was, enjoying every momentof this. But in the back of my mind, I knew that this isn't what I wanted. I really just didn't know how to tell her.  Plus, how could I when her mouth was muffling every word that came out of mine? Then, the worst possible thing happened. The door swung open, and in walked the three mares from earlier, all three of them staring at me, jaws dropped. That's when I realized that I fucked up. I turned  my head, breaking the kiss just in time to see Ivory turn and gallop out the door, tears in her eyes. I quickly pushed Dash off of my, not caring if she hit the floor or the wall, and got off the couch, galloping out the door, after her.

"Ivory, wait," I yelled, but she just kept running. "Please stop! Let me explain!"

She slowed to a canter, and stopped a few feet after. "What is there to explain, Bass? Obviously, you like that mare more than me! And now, it's obvious that everything has been a lie! Goodbye, Bass." She didn't even give me a chance to say anything. She just walked away, as I struggled to find the words to apologize. I turned, and flew off back to my house.

I arrived to Treble and Octavia sitting on the couch, giving me the death glare as I entered. "Well?" Treble was obviously disappointed in me. I could tell by the tone of her voice. It was a tone that I heard quite often in my life. "Explain yourself, brother." At least she was giving me the chance to.

I told her the entire story. I told her everything, sparing no detail. "I just don't know what to do, Treb. I really like Ivory, and now she probably doesn't want anything to do with me. I... I really messed up." I was a mess. I was sitting on the floor, staring down at my hooves the whole time I was telling the story.

"That's easy, Bass," Octavia spoke up. "You go to her, and you pour your heart out to her. If she means that much to her, you let her know, right out." I guess this advice stemmed from Octavia being the sucker that she is for a good romantic story... well, except for that one that she was in. That's a story for another time, though. Try and justify the source of this advice all you like, but It was the only thing I had to go on.

"Ladies," I began. "How would you two like to come with me to Manehattan?"