The Mysterious Tale of the Man Who Didn't Do Much

Chapter 10: Are You Trying to Seduce Me, Ms. Dash?

I'm in awe. I went over to my spot on the floor, sat down, and wrote what immediately came to mind. I put the book down, got up, crouched down again, picked up the book, and walked over to Twilight with the book. "Hey," I said to a still shocked pony, "can I get a lock for this?" She snapped herself out of her trance and glanced at me. "Rainbow was a-peekin'?"

"You don't even have to ask anymore. Do YOU read minds, too?" She giggled at that. "No, I don't. Funny thought, though. Why? Oh no... Did she read your mind?"

"Why are you so worried?" I was getting worried myself. "Well," she began, "let's just say there were some thing that I'm not proud of in this noggin." Not sure if I wanted to know, I simply nodded and gestured my book towards her, she levitated it out of my hands and opened it, as if going to read. "Hey! Don't make me tickle you, too!"

"Eep!" She emitted a little noise and closed it, placing a lock on it, with the key floating above my hand. I grabbed the key and thanked her, walking back to my little corner to find a small cyan pony. "Well, hiya!" I said.

"Hi!" She replied enthusiastically. I laid down. "Something wrong?" She said, seemingly very worried for my well-being. I sighed out a reply, "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just tired." She laid down next to me and started scooting closer every few seconds. "Hey Rainbow, I've been meaning to ask... How old are you?"

"Been fifteen for four months." She replied with a smile. She was always so confident. I liked it. Not like that... Creepo. "Well," I started, "You know me already, I'm 16..." I heard a reeeeaaallly quiet voice come from close by, but was hard to hear. "Close enough for it to work." You know my reaction. "Excuse me!?" I asked, a tad taken back. "Did you just say..."

"No! I said nothing."

"Then why so nervous?"

"No reason."

"Right." I could so tell she was lying. I was laying there on my stomach, and she was doing the same thing. She started clearing her throat like, "Ahem, mutha f*cka! Cuddle wit' me!" Instead, I just held up my arm and started patting all near her face. "Uhh... What are you doing?"She asked, and with good reason.

"Looking for the snooze button." This choked a laugh out of her, and she complied to a meaningful silence. Meanwhile, rather than beep or honk or CLEAR HER THROAT, Ms. Dash was probably thinking all, 'Let's roll around and mess with the human!' So she did just that. Every 5 seconds, she moved around. I felt around this time, going down her back and pressing on her wings and in between them. This... got her to stop. I heard what was like a purring sound, and turned around to find that her wings were like, insanely sensitive. That was my conclusion. I began scratching the tops without even looking as I tried to sleep. She giggled and stiffled a laugh. "Wait, wha?" I shook myself awake. "Your wings... are they?" I had SUCH an evil look... SUCH AN EVIL LOOK. She was red and hot. Not that kind of hot, she was just blu- oh forget it. I kept scratching near where the base of the wing meet the back and she melted... I mean, like, let all her troubles go 'bwweeeeh'. You've no doubt done it before. It's easy. it's basically pure bliss. Apparently, you can do this with a pegasus in 10 seconds. She let the occasional "Ehehehe..." and "Hahaha..." so I asked. "What, oh I'm sorry, does this, like, tickle?" I was half-asleep. "Yeah," she said, "but honestly, it feels nice." So, meh, I laid there and scratched Rainbow's wings for God knows how long until I passed out. If you haven't kept track, it's later at this point. 9-ish. That's late for a concerned Jack. I'm the concerned Jack. I wondered how things would work out when I went home. I was pretty wanted here, unlike Earth. I have no idea what Twilight and the others did all for the rest of the night, but when I woke up, I had a blanket on me, and it was the middle of the night. Guess who refused to get up from under my arm? Rainbow Dash and her ticklish wing. What is this madness? I'm... Not sad. Not deep down, not thoroughly upset in any way, I could give two shits less about Lisa, my old girlfriend. My mom was never really a mom, and my dad only liked me because I was good in sports and he was a fat-ass. I was sure I'd have time to indulge in self-pity in the morning, and I would have extra time left over to hate myself, but I couldn't care less right now. "I'm gonna hate myself for this..." I muttered and brought the sleeping mare into a hug for a decent half a minute. When I let go, I rolled onto my back and heard a faint, "Eee!" I quickly turned. Fuck. She was up. "How long have you been up?" I asked.

"Don't you dare hate yourself."  She was calm, and sounded like... Honestly, like she was trying to... como se dice... seduce me. "Oh God, Dash, what is with that voice? You sound so... modern human-y. All they want is se-... Nevermind."

"Complete that sentence, you ya'?"

"Hell no. You're waaaay too young."

"A year younger than you. That isn't that young."

"And you aren't getting any younger, so live every moment while you can."

"I guess you're right..." Wait. It worked! She completely forgot! Oh God, this pony... So easy to cheat. "Wait a minute!" She called out, while being quiet. Then I remembered there were others here. Good thing I was quiet before. "You never answered me! ...Ugh, must be asleep." I played it out, and pretended to be asleep. She quickly took advantage and hugged me. I swear, I don't care if I like her like that or not, she will always come off as "cute". I went right back to scratching the top of her wing. "Hahaha-*sniff* He does it in his sleep." Her voice itself at that moment gave me a glucose imbalance. It was too good to be true... I was...

Loved.