She awoke in a daze, lying in the middle of her bed and staring up at the ceiling. She was wrapped snugly in her blanket, her front legs expanded outwards onto the rather empty landscape of sheets around them. Adjusting her body slightly, she felt a cold, wet sensation on her marehood and sighed, realizing that the dream had aroused her. In a deja vu like occurrence, she rolled over to peer out the window, though the gleaming sun was much higher now. She had slept through the morning and some of the day, just as she had planned. As she brought her front legs up above her head to stretch them out, one of them bumped into the plushie she had attempted to masturbate with earlier. She shook her head, realizing how stupid the idea was.

After stretching, she slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes, a sense of longing and sadness coming over her. With a frown on her face, she watched as her tortoise, Tank slowly made his way into the bedroom, his feet creating small clacks as they hit the floor beneath them. He sluggishly craned his neck and stared up at her with caring, beady eyes.

"I'm fine, buddy," she said with a weak smile. "I'll be out in a minute and maybe we'll go flying."

Author's Note

For those of you that thought this story lacked a plot line and for those of you that have a hard time believing Rainbow is actually awesome enough to get into a situation like this one, here you go. This should explain everything. Choose whichever ending you want. Rainbow can be the awesome pony we all think she is, or at least she thinks she is...or this.