Abrupt Sense of Flames

Your world blooms into it’s magnificent colors of life before your eyes, which are still blanketed with the fuse of the night princess as they wedge themselves open. After coming home from your ice cream venture accompanied by the delightful crusaders, including your beautiful sister, and tending to a few of Twilight’s duties you take your needed night’s rest. An attempt to let your wing and mind recuperate from both physical and psychological damage.

  Your left hoof, which rested under your head slides down to shift the quits that cover only down to your hock. Sliding your hooves to your bed side, you depart a morsel too fast, rushing blood into your skull. With your head pounding you make an attempt to survey the room; it seems it’s already far past noon. Neither Twilight nor Cherry are in their bed and a soft warm glow emits into the room through a small window, slightly cracked open.

  ‘Cherry must already be out with her friends’ you hunch. Considering she told you yesterday that that’s going to be her primary activity until the semester picks up again in a week or two.

  You can hear faint sounds coming from down below your hooves. The rustling of books, furniture, pots, pans, and jimmies radiate through the thick wood of the tree house.

  You make your way down the steps, mind still pounding and groggy. Twilight is coursing around the floor as if it were a train wreck of a ballet performance, tossing everything she can wrap her magical arm around into what you assume is supposed to be assorted piles, and Spike is just sitting on the table.

  You trace down the final step, alerting the fraught purple unicorn. “Ohhello! Gladtoseeyou’reawake! Youcanjustfixyourselfupsomethingtoeatorwhatever.” She says in an airy, slurred mishmash.

  “Um Twilight?” You step forward, slightly concerned. “You could have woken me up and asked me, no, TOLD me to help. After all, this is supposed to be a job.”

  She stops her frantic sorting to catch her breath. “Oh no no no. I couldn’t do that! You were sleeping like a sexy col… uh filly! Youweresleepinglikeafilly!” Her eyes spring open wider than they were already and hastily continues what she was previously doing.

  You disregard that comment and trot into the middle of the mayhem; projectiles hurdle over and around your body. “Um what exactly are you doing anyways?”

  Without missing a beat Twilight answers you “Oh THIS?! This is just my annual CLEAN EVERYTHING DAY!”

  “Oh here we go...” Spike adds in under his breath.

  “OH!” Twilight yells. “I almost forgot! I scheduled you a tour with Rainbow Dash around the town! You know, she’ll show you around… and… stuff.” She looks around for a moment, then continuing her cleaning of ‘everything’.

  You can’t help but blush from that. The thought of you alone with Rainbow Dash, around the town, alone just makes you get butterflies in your stomach.

  Since apparently your assistance isn’t needed, you decide to visit the lavatory and make sure you look in your tip top shape for Dashie. Your mane is a complete wreck and your coat smells of mud, piss, blood, sweat, and the soothing scent of the dried green mush slathered over your wings by that black and white thing.

  Since this is your home now, you decide to take a shower in which seems the only bathroom in the house. Twilight’s and Spike’s towels, bottles, and other bathroom necessities litter the room. ‘This is a mess. I should clean up but, fuck it, I’m not a maid.’

  You open the curtain and can’t help but notice the magazine labeled “Playmare” and a very ‘confident’ looking colt strangely positioned over a stack of books. ‘This better be Twilights…’

  As you step in there’s a thin layer of clear liquid that cloaks the base of the tub. ‘Is that… what I think it is?’ You quickly retract your hoof and turn on the tub, letting the liquid wash out. The thought of Twilight doing that here is mildly disturbing and hot, but nevermind that, you have business to tend to.

After your thorough cleansing, scraping off what looks like weeks of grime and dirt build up in your fur, you washed your mane with Twilights shampoo named ‘Purple Velvet’ which indeed smells her signature smell, purple velvet. There was one deep cut on your nose, but it was hardly noticeable. As for your wing, you brush it gently, tuck it as close to your body as possible, and grab the nearest gauss roll, which is, for some reason, very common in this bathroom, and wrap it a few times to cover the bent portion of your wing. Now that your skin is raw to the bone, your hair as luscious as it’s ever been, and your wing is as good as your going to get it, you’re ready to see Rainbow.

  You make your way back downstairs. Twilight is still busy as ever so you take up a place on the table next to Spike who is flipping through a thick tome labeled ‘Dragons History and Folklore.’

  Not a moment later a there’s knock at the door, Twilight yelling something in tongues, and Spike opening the door to a stunning Rainbow Dash. She looks at you and you immediately look away and blush.

  “Well, are you ready for me to show you around or not?” The cyan pegasus says firmly with a raised eyebrow.

  You don’t hesitate getting onto your hooves and heading towards the door. You give her a friendly nod and a smile.

  “What happened to your wing?” She says, curiously touching it with her hoof.

  You can’t help but wince when she touches the distinguished bone protruding out of the gauss. “Uh, don’t ask.” And thus, you leave the library to begin your journey around the town, alone, with Rainbow.

You went to Rarity’s boutique, and it was nice meeting Rarity again, aside from her attempt to use you as a live dress form. The visit to Sugar Cube Corner was cut sort due to the sleeping little foal and colt she was looking after. Fluttershy’s shed wasn’t all that exciting. Animals are nice and all but you wouldn’t want them running a much in your house.

  Rainbow tries to show you the Town Hall, but it was closed due to “repainting the floors” or something. Apparently they hired an artist to redesign the floors so it’s going to be closed for a few days, so you just continue on to Rainbows home. Sadly since your wing is broken, you can’t go inside.

  The day burns on and she shows you the school house, a few shops here and there, and Golden Harvest’s carrot farm. By now the sun is just beginning to set, and you make your way to the final point on your tour, Sweet Apple Acres.

  Rainbow guides you around the barn, through the trees and out into a clearing with a small tree house. She stops, turns to you, and says “Well… now that we’re here, alone, in the woods, what do you want to do?” She lowers her head and looks around. You lean up against the tree house. She nudges herself closer to you ever so slightly. You can feel the warmth radiating off of her body.

  ‘Ermahgerd. She’s right here. What do I do? Do I kiss her? No, it’s too early. Do I wrap my hoof around her shoulder? No, that’s cheesy.’ Without any idea of what to do, you simply look at her. Your eyes meet, gazing into each other’s thoughts.

  ‘Tell her she’s beautiful.’ You open your mouth to speak, and everything turns black.