Origins-8

by Kickback

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Alternate Universe, Human, Sad, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Other
Length: 10659

What if you found a Rainbow Dash? What would you do to protect her?

Original Story

It was never meant to end up the way it did.
There was no telling what Rainbow Dash would've gone through when she was sent to Earth.
Neil Klaskovsky had broken the proud, speed-loving mare for all she's worth and before his demise at the hoof of Pinkie Pie, he managed to become a father of a son he'd never know; William. A boy who would grow to be the adoptive and troubled son of the mare he had broken.
No one knows how long Rainbow Dash was kept as a pet to her master but in that time, Neil Klaskovsky found that keeping away a mulit-hued pegasus in your basement...is harder than it sounds.

Published 2014-02-07 14:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-01-13 15:47:44 UTC

Angels in the Wind

Rainbow Dash felt triumphant.

The ever-growing beam on her muzzle stretched wide with the proud notion of her victory over the God of Chaos, himself.

It was about time somepony stood in and showed him his place. He wasn't better than her. He wasn't better than anypony and she was right to make him see that. Who cares if he was a God? Who cares if he could do anything at any given time with his lame disharmony powers? Not her, that's for sure. The guy couldn't even get himself a stupid glass of water!

Unlike her yellow-coated life-long companion, Dash had never entirely conceded to the draconequus becoming their painstakingly annoying friend. If it were up to her, she'd have him banished him to other side of the galaxy or some other big word that Twilight uses. Unfortunately, she just didn't have much say in the matter.

She was always renowned for being brash and more than a little short-tempered but if she saw you as a friend, she'd stay loyal to you to the end. That was her Element of Harmony, after all. If she wasn't loyal...then what was she?

Rainbow Dash shook her head to clear her mind of the thought. Today was no time for soul-searching and mushy stuff. Today, she had shown Discord exactly what he thought of him. Nothing but an over-grown, ugly, smug, childish bastard with a golf-club wedged so far up his ass, you could see the handle at the back of his throat when he talked.

She cackled lightheartedly at that and began picking up speed.

Her wings pumped hard as she soared across the sky in the blur of a streaming rainbow trail. With little inhibition, she narrowed her eyes at the blue void of the sky and felt the thickening force of the sound barrier creating a white aura around her body. She was used to it now. She could pull off the mighty legend like it was nothing these days and that's just what made her awesome. Along with everything else about her, as she would say.

With a final burst of speed, Rainbow Dash pierced the mach-cone and left in her wake an explosion of colour that ironically destroyed the visible light spectrum.

The Sonic Rainboom.

Oddly enough, it first occured to Dash that she might've gone a bit too fast and ended up in a storm probably somewhere over Canterlot but there was the not too unfamiliar feeling of being involuntarily teleported.

She cursed under her breath at Discord fore she knew that it was he that had everything to do with her sudden scenery change.

She could worry about knocking his head in later though. Why?

Because she was falling. Fast.

The sudden dimensional misplacement left her in shock. The mighty winds of the storm she had been thrown into beat down against her coat, chilling her to the bone as the rain mattered and drenched her feathers and fur.

Rainbow Dash found herself spiralling out of control in the storm, flying her head-first downwards. Wherever "downwards" may be. She could be over the ocean, over a city, she could still be in Ponyville.

Though, with Discord, it was hard to tell. She knew it was him that sent her wherever she was and she was going to make him pay. She was certainly going to thrash him if she found herself in a bowl of cheese-flavoured ice-cream that wobbled like Jelly with sharks spliced with cats swimming around in it and meowing at her for attention.

That'd just be silly.

Oh, wait...there was ground.

Rainbow crashed into the dirt. Hard. Head-first.

Her eyes fluttered open and closed as she fought with herself to remain concious. She slipped in and out of aware, feeling nothing but a numbing pain in her legs, wings...everything and a metallic, copper-like taste in her mouth, accompanied by a foul tasting soil and a warmth running down her muzzle.

Eventually, Dash's resolve failed her and she found herself drifting into unconciousness.

Not even aware of the learing shadowy figure abover her, edging ever closer towards her now limp, helpless body.

Neil Klaskovsky was feeling...nothing.

If he had to put a word to it. He'd most likely say "fine" or "mind your own business". Personally, he thought himself apathetic, if anything and more than a little bit bored.

He was just that kind of person.

If you happened to ask any of the few people he might call "friend" or any of his fellow co-workers up at the hospital, they would say that Neil was, in all truth...a pessmist.

He would always rebuttal, saying that he preferred the word "realist".

They would also say that Neil was a rather creepy young man. Always carrying this weird vibe around in each stride he took everyday and when that didn't manage to make uncomfortable to the very notion of approaching the man then you would walk up to him, voluntarily or not, you weren't so much avoiding him, were you now?

If you stopped and looked at the man and if you saw his face. You would barely notice the shaggy beard that disgraced his features or his short unkempt hair but rather, your attention would be locked on his eyes, completely.

There was always something just...wrong with his eyes.

Like they had a completely different outlook on the world, one that no one else could see...a dark one.

If you had any intentions of perhaps knowing the man. Those eyes will fire off every alarm in your brain and you will feel the strongest inhibition to have anything to do with this man.

Neil was completely aware of his social status and the fact that it was close to barren left him oddly content. Happy, even. Like there were no worries in the world, no one's problems to deal other than his few. He hardly thought he had any problems.

Of course, on that notion was exactly the point when blaring across the TV screen, displayed before him as he laid down across the couch presented his now all-time favourite show.

My little pony: Friendship is Magic.

Ironic.

It was ironic because here he was, a grown man that was anything but cheery or upbeat was watching what perhaps was the happiest, if not, greatest cartoon currently airing.

At least, that was his opinion.

He didn't think he had any problems.

That's what he kept telling himself in the back of his mind as he trailed a hand down his cheap, worn track-pants as he constantly stared at his favourite pony throughout the entire episode. Moving just a little bit more frantically at every shot of her back.

He loved Rainbow Dash and if he could, even for just a little while, he would do so much for her. So much with her.

So much to her.

However, that just a fantasy and he knew that it would never come true. He would still have all the related clopfics on Fimfiction but that was a poor alternative. The saucy artwork on image boards was probably a better substitute but what wouldn't he give for just a taste of the real thing.

Maybe I should buy a life-size plushy when I can afford it...then I'd have my own Rainbow Dash...My own...little Dashie

It was just a regular walk out in the rain at night for Wade.

Though, when you say it like that...it doesn't sound too regular at all.

Of course, he wasn't quite regular to begin with. Not like his friend, Neil, mind you.

He shook his head with a bit of a smug smile at the thought of his socially awkward friend. That Neil, what was he going to do with him? If he had to relate their friendship to anything, he'd say that he was his Dan to his Chris.

That's just the way they were and it didn't bother him all that much. Neil kept to himself and that was easy to work with. Not so much if you're asking him if he'd come down to the bar later on...or really do anything besides sit at home and watch the lastest episode of MLP.

He started cracking up at the memory of the latest one he'd seen with Neil...That Cheese Sandwich, now that was a character.

The rain started pelting harder down on him and he sighed as he picked up his pace just a bit.

However, the now-enacted jog was short lived. Wade now stood, frozen in a park he had grown up playing in as a child. His short blonde haird darkened and flattened against his head as the rain drenched him to the bone before he managed to move himself ever-so-slowly toward a towered tree with branches long enough to provide shelter.

He stood there. Just staring at what was ahead of him. Moments before, he had seen something bright and colourful flash in the corner of his eye and spun around to find something laying in the soil, breathing shallowly. It was alive.

Not only that but he knew that whatever it was, it was in pain. He didn't even need to hear the whinces and groans coming from the battered creature to know that.

Wait...whinces and groans?

Eventually, his eyes adjusted and he could make out the curved, blue form of a...horse?

No, no, horses weren't blue...and he was sure that it outstretched a cyan coloured wing. A very out-of-place and rather sickeningly bent wing. He watched the creature lean it's head up and took note of it before crashing it's head down back into the dirt. It's mulit-hued mane cascading down her neck and onto the ground along with her now soaked and unkempt tail.

The creature hadn't seen him yet as it's body laid to the side, facing away from him. Looking unconcious.

His jaw dropped and he drew ever closer to the small cyan being absentmindely, almost mechanically.

As he stared down at her sleeping form, he wracked brain in search for any cosmic or extra-terrestial way she possibly be here. It wasn't scientifically possible, she wasn't scientifically possible. Though, as he bent down and drew a tentative hand to brush along the soft fur of her coat, he now had little doubt that by some quirk of fate.

Rainbow Dash was lying in the ground, badly hury and dirty.

On a more shocking, if not, blatant note; Rainbow Dash was real.

"H-...Wha-...? Rainb-...But that isn't..." Wade stuttered frantically but ended up asking just one question; "How? How are you here? Why are you here?" He whispered, he knew that she was out-cold and wasn't expecting any sort of answer but still, this was something that probed questions.

"I-...wha-...What do I do?" He said, exasperately before turning his head to the are around him. "Someone!? Anyone!?" There was no trace of another person in the park and not a sound was heard over the downpour of water.

Wade looked back down at the drenched and limp pegasus before him, the shock of it all still etched into his face. Realising that there was no one else around, Wade managed to drag Rainbow Dash under the same he was standing under earlier. Finding her a little bit heavier than he imagined, he propped her up against the trunk and made sure she wasn't leaning on her wing. He was no expert but he was pretty sure it wasn't meant to bend like that.

For a while, he just sat down beside her and stared at her, watching her breath deeply and rhythimically. Soon, his gaping mouth of surprise and utter shock formed into a soft smile at the sight of the sleeping pegasus. With a sudden burst of random chilvary, Wade removed his thick jacket and managed to loop her forelegs into the sleeves so she could rest in something relatively comfortable.

His heart nearly exploded when she cracked a small smile at the newly found warmth and snuggled into it unconciously, as she was.

After a while, he noticed the rain had ceased somewhat. Wade felt something inside him in that moment. A sort of enlightenment. A feeling of responsibility.

Here, he had found none other than the Rainbow Dash. Here, in his dark, gloomy and pessimistic world. A complete contrast to what she was; colourful, happy and lively.

He may not know how she was here or why or even if this was all real or a halucination or dream of some kind. Though, he know one thing. She needed help, that much was clear. Her wing obviously broken and she desperately needed a bath.

Wade then came to a decision. He was going to help her.

With that said, Wade slipped his arms under her limp body, shrouded by the confines of his jacket and picker her up. She fit rather nicely in the bridal-position and he knew there was no one to see him running around with her in the dead of night in a storm.

With confidence and a fast pace, Wade carried Rainbow Dash to his home.

The walk was...less than paramount but he managed himself nonetheless. It wasn't too long before the luminescent glow on the porch-light frew his path to the house. He stepped up to the door, slung Rainbow over one shoulder and reached for the keys in his pocket. The teeth slid into the lock and with a swift flick to the side, Wade pushed open the front door and hefted Rainbow Dash inside.

He now sat there in his recliner. Watching the sleeping cyan pegasus on the couch off to the other side of the lounge-room.

He tried to wrap his head around it but came to no such avail. How could she be here? Why was she here? He couldn't guess an answer to any of these questions, all he knew was one thing: Rainbow Dash was here. She was hurt and he was going to help her.

He shot a glance up to her broken wing and grimaced. He would have to patch that up tomorrow. He was exhausted after tonight but even still, he cradled the small blue pony in his arms again and hefted her into his bedroom.

Wade made sure that she wasn't lying on her wing and brought the covers up to her neck. It was a cold night, after all and she was shivering.

On some random act of nostalgic and fanboyant impulse, Wade bent down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, beneath the yellow stripe of her mane.

"Goodnight, Dash." He whispered. With that, he closed the door behind him and sat back in his recliner to think. He wasn't sure if he was going to get any sleep tonight.

Neil yawned again and decided that enough was enough, it may have been a late Friday night but he deserved to sleep in after a long and exhausting week.

At least, that's what he told himself. That he deserved this.

With a grunt, he turned off the TV with a flick of the remote and sat up to walk down the hall to his bedroom.

For whatever reason, Neil felt...excited.

It was a weird, faint and almost scary feeling in the back of his mind. As if a tiny demon was perched up on his shoulder and the angel on the other was missing. Whatever it was, he had the strange yet pleasant feeling that he wasn't going to be so bored anymore soon. That the next few days were going to be very...very enjoyable...for him.

Neil let a malicious smirk decorate his face at that and fell into a blissfully deep sleep.

A mismatched head poked it's way around the cloud-based archway into a particular pegasus's bedroom. It grinned.

Nothing was inside beside a few posters, a bed and other white, fluffy furnishings. The face grinned wider.

It was barren. Just like the rest of the house. A low chuckle emenated from a set of insymmetrical flat and sharp teeth.

Rainbow Dash's home was empty. Nopony had seen her since she left Fluttershy's tea-party. She was nowhere to be found. The laughter grew louder.

Rainbow Dash was missing...but she'd turn up any moment now, she was probably off napping somewhere...right?

Discord cackled madly.

Author's Note

I'm takin' a different writing style with this story and for the first time in ages, I actually had fun writing somethin' .
I asked Aku before-hoof to write this, so don't fret 'bout that.
Anyway, cheers for readin' and leave what ya thought for me to read, it helps.
Hakuna Matata.

Broken Dove

Broken Dove

Rainbow Dash was still fast asleep in Wade's bed by the time he could check on her. He was hoping that he could talk to her come morning, that he could ask how it was at all possible for her to be here.

Though, somehow he suspected she wouldn't know either. In fact, he was actually frightened to enter his own room, convinced that upon sight, she'd attack out of confusion. He couldn't blame her if she did but he was definitely not up for taking a set of hooves to the face...or worst.

That was not the case, however, as it would seem Dash was still out cold.

Wade smiled down at her, she looked so peaceful. He took a seat beside her and continued to watch her sleep, the thick blanket rising and falling with each breath she took, letting out raspy sighs on each exhale. He smiled a little wider down at her, she was beautiful.

Wade was never proned to admit it but he was actually a full-fledged Brony. He didn't have all the time in the world for the show but he was proud to say he was part of the ever-growing society of fans. He was sort-of thankful for that aswell, fore if he hadn't known who Rainbow Dash was, he probably would've done something a bit more...reckless.

Not that he'd ever admit to anyone outside the community that he liked the show. He supposed that's how he even became friends, if you could say that's what they were, with Neil. He could never pronounce his last name correctly and he knew that just pissed the guy off. He would get this weird look in his eye when you didn't say it right. There was always something weird with his eyes.

Of course, he was nothing like him.

Neil was...strange, at least to him. He had rarely ever seen him with anyone else or at least enjoy while himself being in the company of others. He didn't really know alot about him either, all he knew was that he was a fan of the show and worked down at the hospital. That's really all he can say. Neil just didn't really talk about himself.

"Argh..." A brief groan startled Wade out of his musings. He looked down and saw her eyes clench down on themselves and her teeth gritted. He figured she was dreaming and more or less in pain, probably due to her still broken wing. He had made sure she was lying on her good side so she wasn't resting on it and she appeared to have stayed that way all night, thankfully. Still, she was uneasy.

Wade tentatively brushed a hand through her mane. She seemed to flinch unconsciously at the touch but a half-second later, she began to relax, relapsing into the same steady breathing pattern as before.

"Don't worry, Dashie, we'll get you through this...I swear."

His heart almost melted at the sight of her lips curling into a small smile.

Wade glanced up at her broken wing and grimaced. "I'll need to take of that when she wakes up. Don't need her waking up to agonizing pain, after all."

With that, Wade stood up and looked over at the clock by the bed. "Thank God it's Saturday, boss is already getting pissed at me for taking too many days off." He looked down at smiled at the cyan pony. "But even if it wasn't, to Hell with her. There's no way I'd leave you here on your own."

Wade brushed a stray red hair from Rainbow Dash's eyes before quietly creeping out of the room. "Sleep well, Dashie."

It was pleasant morning outside. The few stray clouds were as white as snow and the sun shone warm and brightly. If Goldilocks had to describe, she would say it was just right. Though, even still, the nicety of it all didn't stop the local black demons of the sky to land precariously on any dwelling homes surrounding trees. With their talons firmly grasping the outstretched branches, perched high above the ground.

They began to caw.

And caw they did.

What was unfortunate was that the house they decided to create an abundance of irritating noise around was the house belonged to one Neil Klaskovsky.

What was also unfortunate was that he proudly owned a shotgun (that wasn't necessarily licensed) that he kept close to his bedside...and that the crows were right outside his window...on a branch within firing distance.

So when the little ebony-feathered fucks cawing manage to disturb the man from his sleep. The thought creeps into his mind with a malicious smile.

"Bloody birds." He groaned. The idea seeming more and more appealing with every forsaken sound that came from their beaks. There wasn't much standing in the way of him grabbing his gun and firing madly at the crows that plagued his morning. All except that he knew one of his neighbours was sure to rat him out. He groaned again at that.

So, instead of putting up with more of it and not getting arrested for disturbing the peace, he did what any rational human would do.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" He yelled out the window, snarling as he watched the dark menaces quickly scurry out of the tree in sudden terror of the man. He grinned and promptly shut the window, ignoring the ill-worded shouts directed at him from his neighbours.

Screw 'em

With that, Neil contently flopped down onto his disheveled bed and quickly fell back asleep.

*I'm not the one who acted like a hoe!
Why must I be the one that has to know?!
I'm not the one that messed up big time!
So, spare me the details, if that's a-*

"Hello?...Oh, hey, Chloe!...No, I'm sorry, I can't...because I-uhh, I'm sick! Yeah, I'm sick-Ack, arrgheh, yep, pretty bad...Alright, sorry again, I'll come to the next one. I promise...yeah, seeya"

Wade hung up his phone and threw it aside onto the couch, making sure it landed safely enough on the cushion. He dragged a hand down his face in frustration. He had been far more reclusive than he normally was this past week and finally when something like a decent-sounding party pops up, he can't go due to his new found...preoccupation.

Dash was still well and sound asleep in his bed and that left him more than a little concerned. There was no telling how long she'd been out for, could be another day, could be a month.

Wade wasn't sure how he'd handle leaving her in the house if he was away. He'd have to do something about that. He just wasn't sure what.

With that in mind, he stood up to go check on Dash again. This was the third time he'd done just that this morning. It was hard to stay away from her fore not only was she injured and unconscious, something that cause concern but just the phenomenon in, of itself. It wasn't everyday a cartoon character winds up into your life, broken and in need of aid.

Wade didn't know if he should feel lucky that such an amazing oddity happened to him or not. It was new, it was change and he wasn't very good at dealing with change. It was always one of his faults but at least he knew where his weaknesses were. He couldn't say that for everyone.

With that said, all he could hope to do was do well in keeping Rainbow Dash safe and relatively secure. He had no idea how the people outside would react to such a phenomenon. An actual pegasus? One that could talk? One that was characteristically brash and headstrong?

Yeah, he probably made the right decision in keeping her hidden. At least for now.

Still, Wade felt...like this was more than what he could take on. He obviously wasn't the dimmest bulb in the warehouse but he wasn't sure if he should be taking the new-found responsibility alone.

That in mind, he reached over for his phone again, he had to tell someone. Someone he knew he could trust with this information and react...he supposed "appropriately" would be the word used here.

Sifting through his list of contacts, he began muttering to himself. "Connor...

Jasper...

Ashley...

...Neil." He paused as his finger glided over the name. "Neil?" He said again. He thought about it for a minute. Neil was open when it came to his love of the show and it was no mystery that he adored Rainbow Dash over any of the other characters. Wade just wasn't so sure how he'd react if he saw her in person.

Neil was always...oddly unpredictable when faced with something different.

Wade considered continuing his search. That was quickly aborted when he figured that Neil was really the only person he could talk to about this. Regrettably, he didn't personally know anyone else in the community outside the internet, which made sense that he practically summer-saulted in the air when he found that that Neil was also a fan. There was no way he was going to bring in someone that didn't have know who she was or at least have any clue about her. The worst case scenario would be them freaking out and calling the police...or worse.

There was no telling what the Government would do if they found her. He shuddered at the thought.

Wade could count on his friend, he just knew it.

So, with a determined nod, he pressed his thumb onto the contact.

*I don't think you trust
In...my
Self-righteous suicide
I...cry
When angels deserve to d-*

"Go."

"Neil? Hey, dude, you will not believe what happened last night!"

"No way, some chick actually fucked you?"

"...No."

"Ha! You're never gonna get laid."

"Shut up, you dick. This is something really important."

"Well, it must've been something important enough for you to call me."

"Uhhh, yeah."

"So, what is it?"

"Man, you gotta get over here. Double time 'cause you won't just believe if I just tell you over the phone."

"Argh."

"Trust me, Neil, you are gonna flip your shit."

"Fuck, Wade...this better be worth my time!"

"Oh, dude, it will, I can guarantee ya that."

Neil couldn't stand to hear Wade's overly-excited voice anymore. So, with a satisfied smirk, he hung up on him before he could say anymore. He groaned and sat up, rubbing a hand over his face in exhaustion. Just why had Wade have to go and call him up? He was planning to stay in today. Granted, he always planned to stay in on weekends but that was beside the point.

Still, he felt like he needed to stretch his legs a bit and if he was unimpressed with what Wade had to show him, he could just come straight back home. So, with a grunt and crack of his spine, Neil lifted himself up from his bed. He didn't give much care to what he looked like, so he just threw on the first thing he could find.

Worn, dirty jeans and a faded T-shirt. They stood out in contrast next to his neatly clipped hair and finger-nails.

At least that's what he thought.

Neil though, did, in fact care about how he smelled. So with a dab or three of his favourite cologne, he grabbed his keys from atop his drawers and locked the door behind him. He gave his keys a quick twirl, wondering just what Wade had in store for him.

Wade had just checked on Dash and to no surprise, she was still fast asleep. He figured that was a good thing, he still didn't really know how he was going to deal with her waking up. He supposed he'll just burn that bridge when he got to it.

Wade sat there in his lounge room, twiddling his thumbs, waiting for Neil to arrive. There was a chance he was lying and was just going to blow him off for getting so worked up about something so cryptic in their call. If that was the case then he'd just bu him about it, tell him that it really was important until he got off his ass to drive over.

It didn't have to come to that, evidently, as Wade heard the screech of a car pull up onto his driveway outside. He shot up and pulled back the blinds to finc Neil locking his car with an impatient look on his face as he sauntered up to the door. Wade grinned and threw open the door.

Without even greeting the man, Neil began. "So? What is it that was so important?"

Wade didn't answer that directly. "Just follow me, man, you are not gonna believe this."

Neil grunted and followed his over-excited acquaintance, never in his life would he call Wade his friend. He led him to his bedroom and gave him a silent glare, to which Wade just smiled brighter. With a turn on a knob and a gentle push, he opened the door to Neil, presenting everything it had to offer.

For a moment, there was only silence as he took in the room. That all changed when he heard light snoring coming from the bed. When his eyes locked onto the form that was neatly and comfortably wrapped up in laters of blankets, the first thing that he believes is that it's just a toy. That Wade actually managed to get a life-sized Rainbow Dash before him. That thesis was instantly boxed, housed, burnt and then crushed as he saw the creature squirm in it's sleep before nestling back into content slumber. All Neil could do was stare at the oddity as his jaw slowly lowered.

Wade thought it was going to hit the floor at the rate it was.

"Wha...ho...bu...what is this?" Neil blanched, taking a step back.

"Hehe, I reacted in this same kinda way."

Neil glanced up at the man but only for a second as he couldn't take his full attention off the anomoly in Wade's bed. "But...how?"

Wade shrugged. "I dunno, dude, I just found her like this. Wing's broken, I think and she's been unconscious since I found her."

Neil stood there, slowly levelling his breathing for what seemed like forever to Wade. He nearly jumped when the man tentatively began walking into the room. He could only watch silently as Neil strode over to his bedside, staring down at the tiny blue pegasus nestled under the covers. He knelt down so he was eye-level with her, Wade noticed he was inappropriately close to her face but desided against voicing his thoughts.

Neil's lower jaw frantically bobbed up and down in quick shor movements, his mind barely able to comprehend what he was looking at. Here she was, the object of his secretive, blatant and obsessive desire. He hesitantly brought a hand to her face, frightened it might all just be a dream, that he was still at home, asleep. That was brushed aside as his mand made contact with the fine, soft hairs of her mane. She was real, she was here...she was with him...

...In Wade's bed. Why was she in Wade's bed? Why wasn't she in his bed, like he always imagined?

Neil grit his teeth for a split-second, unbeknownst to the other human in the room, quietly watching. This was wrong, this wasn't like he fantasized. Why was she asleep here and not back at home, waiting for him, like she should be? That's what he always invisioned, so why wasn't that the way it was?

Wade.

It was all Wade's fault. Everything was Wade's fault.

He would've found her, he was sure of that. He would've brought her home, bandaged up her wing and then...then he'd mold her. He would make her want to live with him, make her want to pleasure him. He would make her do so many things...whether she liked it or not.

And he knew just how to.

But Wade just had to get in the way of it! He just had to go and fucking get in the way!-...wait a second...

"So...she's been out ever since you found her last night? You haven't...talked to her? At all?" Neil inquired.

Wade cocked an eyebrow. "Uhhhh, no. Why?"

Neil grinned with malice. "Oh, no reason."

Perfect.

This was perfect. Rainbow was unconscious, she had no idea of what was happening around her, she had no clue where she was and hadn't talked to anyone yet. Absolutely perfect.

He could lie to her. Tell her that he had been the one to save her and that her life was forever in debted to him. That meant he owned her. Yes, he would own her, he was going to. He had to, he just had to.

He looked across the bed, her form imprinting itself in the blankets. She was small, maybe just over four-feet tall if she were standing and the way she was cuddled up made her look so adorable. She looked so peaceful, so fragile.

So...easily-manipulated.

Neil began to form a plan in his head. A plan to get what he wanted, what he needed. Rainbow Dash was going to be his slave. He was going to make sure of that. There was only one problem and it was standing in the doorway behind him. He had to get rid of Wade or at least distract him long enough to steal his little Dashie away and put her where she belongs...

...and when she wakes up, the training will begin.

Neil stood up, now wearing a...rather unsettling grin as he sauntered over to the man at the door. Wade couldn't care less, not every day someone could say that they saw Neil Klaskovsky actually smile. That just made him beam all the wider.

"Wade, my friend." He said, contempt laced in the word; 'friend'. "I feel like a drink."

"It's ten in the morning." Wade said with confusion.

"And we are in the same house as something that shouldn't exist. I think we've reached a point where norms are just flown out the window." He retorted with a very level voice.

Wade looked between his friend and the cyan pony in his room. With a sigh, he shut the door and followed Neil. "I suppose I gotta give you that."

Neil flopped himself down on the couch and watched with a smirk as Wade went to the kitchen, opened the fridge and pulled out two beers.

As he came to sit beside and turn on the TV, Neil could only pray to whatever demon that found his cause amusing that Wade was just as much as a lightweight as ever.

Fore if he wasn't...there was a fair chance he was going to have to kill him.

Author's Note

Aaaand, there it is! Oh, how I love writing insanely, it's so fun.
First thing ya should know 'bout me if you're just tunin' in; I AM LAZY
I wasn't always so much when it came to writing but that was when it was new to me and it wasn't so much so as a chore than a hobby
That's all I wanted to say.

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Girl All The Bad Guys Want

Girl All The Bad Guys Want

Neil was beginning to doubt his plan with much disdain as he gazed out the window into the dimming sunst. Somehow, the two had been drinking heavily for hours, just sitting back and watching whatever the Hell was on with a bit of idle chat. Well, at least Wade was. Apparently. Yet, still he clinged to his awakened state. There was only so much god-bothering drunken stupidity Neil could take from another human being. He rarely drank on his own, finding that being subjected to mind-numbing chemicals to be a not-so-attractive idea. Neil started to become extremely frustrated with Wade's tolerance for raw alcohol and kept glancing towards the kitchen knives delicately placed on the wall-mounted magnets that held them in place.

Oh, wait, he was now forcibly clanging their glasses together.

"To mothers!"

"...Everyone's got a Mother!" He offered.

"Your mom's got a mother! WHOOoooooo...!"

The amount of energy that was put into the man's face to stretch his grinning mug could power the entirety of Time Square for days as he watched his now very, very drunk acquaintance slump his head back on the couch, giving into unconsciousness. Now was his chance. Neil waited a few moments and stood up upon hearing the steady sound of Wade's light snoring. He frowned slightly at his fellow man but quickly turned to walk to the sealed door of where his prize lay in waiting.

Oh, how he just quivered internally with excitement as he thought about her wide-open muzzle practically inhaling-

"No more pickles, Mr. Hensworth! No more!"

Neil froze in place. He could almost feel Wade's drunken gaze drift lazily over to him, of where he stood. He knew everything about what he was in that moment was suspicious. He also knew that this could get ugly. Fast.

"Yo, Neil." Wade began. "Whatcha doin'?"

He turned his body only just. "I...well, you were making such a racket before you passed out and...maybe you woke her up?"

"Who are ya..." Then his eyes flashed with reminiscence. "Oh, right! Rainbow!"

"...Yes."

"Let's see if she's up."

Neil inwardly slapping himself was the only response he offered.

Wade stepped around his friend or rather, stumbled around him. He knew he may have a little too much to sip on but hey, sometimes you just lose count and before you know it, you're plastered. He generally had a quick-to-hit metabolism, so he wasn't too worried about the monster of a hangover he was going to suffer in the morning. With a wobbly hand, he gave the door a swift push, realizing then that he had to turn the door knob first. He could feel Neil's glare burn through him at that. He only chuckled.

The wooden board creaked on it's hinges as the room was splayed out before the two men. She had barely moved at all during the whole time. Wade still had no idea of how she got there in that park but he recalled the rather extreme impact zone that surrounded her in the rain, so it must've been quite an intense fall for the little blue pegasus, he figured. Wade could only smile into the room at her, snuggled up in his bed like that, she was almost too cute to exist...if you ignored the broken wing protruding from the covers and into the air like a waving flag. He turned to his buddy, who oddly enough, wore a frown on his grizzly features. He shrugged it off, Neil was weird.

"Guess that answers that question. Still out cold." He remarked, shutting the door on her once more. As soon as he did, the shorter man spoke up, a serious look in his eye.

"I think we should move her to my house."

Wade was taken aback. "Wha...?"

His lips narrowed into a thin line. "I said; I think we should move her to my house."

"Why?"

"You regularly have guests, don't you? I don't. It's simple logic."

"...I don't have to have guests, Neil. She'll be fine right here. I pro-No, I Pinkie promise."

Then his eyes sharpened. "Is this really the time for joking?"

Wade scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry. Seemed appropriate." He waved his hand. "But dude, relax, I won't let her be seen and Hell, what if she wakes up in the car? Don't you think it'll be easier to ease her into whatever the fuck's going on if we weren't in a moving vehicle, with windows, transparent windows, that people can look though?"

Neil shrunk back into himself at that, seemingly without a rebuttal but that didn't stop him from gritting the edge of his teeth for all the world to see.

Wade let a hand fall onto his friend's shoulder. "Besides, wouldn't want her to wake up to your collection of fleshlights with pictures of her on 'em, would ya?" He grinned.

Neil brushed his hand off with as much malice as he could manage.

"C'mon now, it's getting late. I'll give you a call if she wakes up."

"NO!"

The taller man back off at his friend's outburst and was more confused than annoyed at this point. Still irritated though, no doubt about that, no one appreciated being yelled at.

Neil caught himself before silence reigned. "I mean, I'd like to stick around a bit longer. If that's okay...buddy." He forced his cheeks to smile.

Wade took a moment. "Uhhh, sure! I guess." He said, walking back to the couch. "Reckon they gotta have some good movies on at this time."

"I'll bet."

Cruel Man

Very rarely was there a day that wasn't like this in Equestria. Barely a cloud in the sky with the sun shining warmly on the land. How typical it all was, couldn't there be a stray tornado or quick ray of lightning? Those were natural occurrences. At least as close to natural as ponies let them be. Everything outside of the infamous Everfree forest, in terms of weather was controlled manually by those feather-brained pegasi.

Discord chuckled. Minus one.

Still, he couldn't help but find it all incredibly boring and he wasn't afraid to voice his opinions about the equine populace's fixation on harmony and balance. He knew they didn't much care what he had to say...like, ever but did that bother him? A god? The literal incarnation of chaos? Not a chance. So, he put up with it, he was reformed after all. Doesn't mean he couldn't embrace his natural preferences though. Sometimes, when he was in his thinking tree, he couldn't help but wonder about the unicorn and pegasi fractions of Equestria. Discord was a jumbled mass of animals. Name any critter and there's a very good chance that some part of him came from it. He had the wing of a bat, the lungs of a giraffe and the brain of an elephant. Then there were ponies. He could understand Earth-ponies being harmonious and all but the other races? Pegasi were just horses with giant bird wings glued to their sides and unicorns were, again, horses with narwhal horns strapped to their foreheads.

He grinned at that. He'd love to see Rarity's reaction to that little comment.

So, with all this in mind, they were all, really, spliced animals. Except animals don't talk or have coherent thought. Why was he the only being that just absolutely loved chaos when there were so many species of, admittedly, chaotic creatures in the world. Minotaurs, griffons, all chimeras like him. Maybe-

"Don't you agree?"

Discord snapped back to reality and turned his gaze upward. Sitting across from him was the ever-smiling Princess Celestia. Her horn lit up with a golden aura and she magically lifted her tea cup to her lips, carefully watching him. The draconequus looked down, finding his reflection staring at him with a blank expression in the hot, light brown liquid. It suddenly donned on a sombrero, tipped it in his direction and then walked off into the setting sun in the distance. It was little things that he enjoyed most, since he couldn't enjoy the big things anymore. That's when he remembered that the alicorn had asked him a question.

"Hmm? Oh, yes. Indeed." He answer, leaning back in the air, hovering above the ground. He hoped that was the right answer.

"I thought you might."

"You must know me quite well, then, Celly."

"I like to think I do." She grinned at him. "But I hardly believe that I do. Why don't we try to change that?" She asked, placing her cup on the table and leaning her face onto her hooves as her elbows propped herself up.

Discord smirked at the princess and drank the porcelain of his own cup before setting down the tea, suspended in it's shape just an inch off the surface. "Well, if you must know. I was born on a Mondee, christened on Tuesdee. Yadda, yadda, yadda. Anyway, the point is, I was turned to stone on Sunday."

"Discord." Celestia deadpanned, putting her hooves lightly together.

"Oh, you're just no fun anymore, Tia." His lion's paw jotted out from her ivory shoulder before wrapping around it in a tight embrace, his head followed, he stared into her one magenta eye as he grinned wider. "Don't you remember all the good times w-"

"You ate my tail."

"-I had?"

"We were also mortal enemies."

"Yes, yes. I know." Discord's tone changed uncharacteristically. "And I'm...mostly sorry for that."

"I'm glad to hear you say that...Dizzy."

"Okay, now I'm not sorry."

Celestia just giggled. "You're such a hypocrite."

"Moi?"

"Mhmm." The princess hummed, closing her eyes as she took another sip of her beverage. "You can dish out the jokes but you can't take them."

"is that, right?" He asked, half-heartily as his eagle claw stretched out into her view. She didn't think alot of it when she noticed the cone of fairy-floss he began hungrily munching on. She couldn't help but wonder what it tasted like, there were so many colours. Mostly a light, dampened blue, some pink, a hint of minty green, all swirled up in a deliciously looking mass of-

That's when it hit her.

"DISCORD!"

The draconequus barely kept in his chuckle. "Oh, did you want some? Old habits die hard."

Celestia gave a glance to the ground beside her where her ethereal tail would be slowing flowing in a non-existent breeze. Except it wasn't. "Give it back!"

"Aww but why?" The alicorn's response was cut short as her spine snapped straight. Her muscles tensed and a bright shade of pink decorated the pure white fur of her cheeks and ears as she felt a firm and slightly painful smack on her rear. It went off with a resounding crack of flesh. "I think your flanks look much sexier without it."

That, ladies and gentlemen, was the day that fire scorched the streets of Canterlot as Princess Celestia burned with rage while chasing the ever-cackling spirit of chaos, the whole time, omnom-nomming up on the alicorn's tail.

Discord noticed himself having a lot more fun around now that that pesky pegasus was gone.

He should have sent her off to whatever plain of existence she landed in ages ago.

Patience. It sure as Hell pays off.

Neil took a moment to stand there above the bed. In the darkness, he was just a shadowy figure, looming over her sleeping form. So peaceful, so fragile she was. He couldn't wait. Couldn't wait to break her. Oh, yes, he had plans for her. So many plans and like it or not, she was going to follow through with them.

After all, he saved her. Yes, he was the one that found her and brought her out of the cold, out of the rain and out of the way of people's sight. Neil was the one that bandaged up her wounds and let her heal in the confines of his home. Oh yes, she now owed him a life debt and he was going to claim every single ounce of worth out of that debt.

That idiot, Wade had nodded off an hour ago. He spent that whole time, just watching him sleep, praying that he would stay that way. When he thought it was safe, he headed right for the door. The door that held his prize and when he opened it, she was still there. Still warm, still alive, still real.

Still his little Dashie.

There was no time to lose. Neil shook his head and reached down for her. Her cyan fur was soft against his skin as his hands slid under her. Oh, just to hold her. He could barely constrain himself but he was going to do it right. There was no point in simply raping her here and now. No, not while she was unconscious. Neil needed her awake, needed to look into her eyes while he did it. While he did so many things to her. While she did so many things to him. It was going to be incredible.

The thick blanket covering her body slipped off, leaving it completely exposed to him. He shuddered as he cradled her, her head slumped in one hand and her...ohh, so firm and tender flank in the other. She was a bit heavier than he had thought but that was fine, she'd be able to work all the calories in the world once she was in his home.

Slowly, he creaked his way over to the door, eager to quickly get out of the house but then took a moment to think.

Wade.

What was he going to do about him? It'd be easy enough to kill him but the last thing he needed was some detective snooping around his business. He was less concerned about being caught for murder than he was for what would happen if they found a motive...the actual motive. The one hanging, passed out in his arms. He couldn't bare the thought of her being held in captivity in some lab somewhere, interrogated, killed and dissected. Not necessarily in that order. She was his and only his. No one could have her but him and if he did jail time, he would be away from her instead of with her where he could be enjoying her. His little Dashie.

That idiot would have to live, then but just how was he going to get away with it with him? Neil knew above all that he was, admittedly, acting suspicious and by all social normality, king of creepy. He wasn't ignorant and he sure-as-Hell wasn't stupid. Then again, neither was Wade. He was smart enough to chalk it up to him kidnapping her and Neil was no fighter if Wade decided to get aggressive. He was a goody two-shoes and if he ever found her in the way Neil would make her...he might just kill him.

Unless...

Neil glanced over to the window off to the side of the room. A malicious grin formed on his face as he hatched the foundations of a plan, a story to tell his idiotic friend. Setting his Dashie down again briefly, he walked over to the pulley and gave it a few tugs, unveiling the blinds that concealed the transparent glass. He didn't waste a moment and slowly pulled it up all the way to it's limits. Nodding, he went back and picked her up again before walking out and nudging the door closed behind him.

Pushing back the urge to spit in distaste at the image of the bumbling drunk laying there, passed out on the couch, Neil crept his way to the front door. With any luck, no one would be out and about at this time of night. The sound of loud, nasally snoring overpowered the pitter-patter of his toes hitting the floorboards throughout the darkness of the house. The smirk on his scraggly features grew wide as he stepped up to the door but just as his hand went for the knob, letting his Dashie's weight rest on his wrist, he froze at the sound of very groggy groan coming from behind him.

In hindsight, Neil's best bet was to yank the door open and escape into the night before he could be seen but he just tensed up. He may or may not have just shitted himself when the room was enveloped in a dim, orange light before he heard a yawn.

"Man, I gotta-..."

Caught.

In his mind, he was screaming.

"Neil." That didn't sound like Wade. Wade sounded cheerful, happy. That wasn't Wade.

His skin became moist with sweat.

"What are you doing?" That voice again. It felt like his own personal siren, slowly drawing him to his end with it's voice. "What are you doing with Rainbow?"

He spoke without thinking. "I'm...."

Wade couldn't put a word to it. Through all the alcohol in his system, something about what he was seeing cleared everything that needed to be cleared for him. He had woken up in complete darkness, his bladder telling him that it was time to lighten the load and he sees this after bathing the room in light from a single, tall lamp standing by the couch. Neil just stood there, with his back to him, holding Rainbow Dash bridal-style. Nothing sat right with him and it'd take a miracle of an excuse to convince him otherwise.

"She's still hurt. Where are you going with her?"

Neil's eyes shrunk to size of a spider's as he weighed his options. There was no way he could outrun the man behind him, especially with his Dashie in his arms. Neil knew full-well that he had the courage to murder if he had to but there's no way he'd win in a fight against him and there was obviously no excuse he had.

No...no, no, NO! This was NOT how it was supposed to happen! She was his! ALL HIS! She belonged to him and he OWNED her! That pretty little mouth of hers was supposed to be serving his throbbing cock by now! Look at her! He felt robbed. Robbed of his chance to have what was rightfully his. He wouldn't go back. There was no going back to the late nights on tumblr and rule 34 image threads. Not now. Not after knowing that the REAL thing existed. She was his. All his. His. Not Wade's. NOT WADE'S! HI-

Something very deeply routed in Neil's brained snapped as his head slowly turned around, snapping his gaze to the man behind him.

Wade's hands balled into fists as he stared at his 'friend' steadily moving to face him. There was something wrong with his eyes. It was subtle before but now? There was a spark there, a twinkle of...he couldn't describe it as anything else but evil and out from his mouth, he spat.

"She's mine."

"...What?"

"You heard me, you fucking idiot! She's MINE!"

"Neil, you best calm right down-"

"No! You can't have her. I know you want her but you CAN'T have her!"

"Just what in the Hell are you talkin' about, you-"

"You knew! You thought you could break her before I could! Make you her master before I could!" Neil glanced down to her sleeping face and an almost teary smile etched it's way onto his face briefly. Wade took a step back as he watched him thrust his head forward, pressing his lips to her own and forcing his tongue inside her mouth. It only lasted a second but it was enough.

"But no. You won't. You thought you could rub my nose in it but oh, no. She's going to be my pet. MY slave. You can't make me go back. I won't let you!"

Wade slowly shook his head, baring his teeth behind his lips. "You're insane."

"You must think I'm crazy if you think I'm going to waste this chance!"

"What kind of monster are you, Neil?" He took a step forward. "Do you know who that is? Do you know what she is?"

"Of course I do!" Neil smiled down at her. "She's my little Dashie."

"Wrong answer." Before Neil could react, Wade dashed for him. Hooking his arms under Rainbow Dash's limp body, he pushed her up, his strength overpowering Neil's. He lifted one foot up. "Mother-" And kicked Neil's stomach with a quick thrust. "-Fucker!"

As Neil fell back, hitting the back of his head against the door, Wade jumped back with Rainbow in his arms. He stopped and stared for a moment, watching Neil as he groaned and rubbed a spot in his scalp. Without wasting another moment, Wade spun on his heel and set Dash down on the couch.

Neil looked up just to see that thieving bastard lay HIS Dashie down and lean over her like some damn prince in a fairy tale. Casting all thoughts of better judgement aside, he roared as he took off on his feet and tackled Wade to the ground. They both landed with a grunt before they rolled to their feet. The two men stood across from eachother, one with a serious look of bitter anger, the other with an expression of raving mad rage.

"I won't let you have her!"

Neil gave a swift punch. It connected harshly against his target, Wade staggered a bit but retaliated without mercy. Neil went to the ground instantly after a sharp strike to his face.

"You're sick, Neil."

Neil shook it off and growled as he pushed Wade into the kitchen. He brought his head down to his knee. Wade cried out in pain at that but as his head sprang back, his eyes refocused on the man in front of him briefly before he brought his skull down on Neil's forehead. It hurt but by the sound of Neil's screeching, it hurt him alot more. Wade followed up with another quick hook to his jaw before bringing his knee up to Neil's stomach, he crumpled over on impact. He didn't stop and brought his elbow down on the pained man's neck.

"I can't believe you." He said lowly, watching as Neil went to his knees.

"S-shut up!"

"Just what were you thinking when I brought you in here? What were planning to do?"

"To take...what's mine..."

Wade's teeth grit harder against eachother. He brought his leg around and swung it against the side of Neil's skull. His head went to the side on impact as he staggered back, landing sitting on the kitchen floor, blood trickling out from his mouth and nose. He glared up at him.

"And then what? Huh?! How long were you planning to do? Could you even live with yourself? Could you die with the knowledge of what you did?"

"Yes...with her by my side...dying with me."

"You're sick. Very sick."

Wade just looked on in disgust as he watched him get up to his feet. He stood there for a moment, just panting and staring at him with those shrunk, crazy eyes of his. Wade couldn't even react in time when Neil reached straight for a stray kitchen knife resting on the counter beside him. Neil growled and swiped it in Wade's direction, just barely grazing his chest before he jumped back in time.

"I was hoping to avoid this, buddy. Maybe spin you a little story of how little scaredy Rainbow Dash took off as soon as she woke up." He mocked, waving the blade in his hand. "But no. Oh, no. You just have to ruin everything, don't you?"

"Shut up!" Wade dashed forward, knocking Neil off balance and the knife out of his hand.

Grabbing him by the hem of his shirt, Wade pushed up against the wall, pressing his forearm into his neck, choking him. He sputtered for words for a moment before Wade pulled back and connected his clenched fist with Neil's face. His head went back, hitting the wall behind him. Neil could feel blood starting to seep out.

"She's..." He coughed. "Not yours."

"I said; shut up!"

Wade reeled back to punch him again but was cut off by a thick spurt of crimson liquid splashing his eyes. He staggered back. Neil grinned and gave his jaw a swift uppercut. Wade yelped in pain and clutched his chin as he wiped away the blood from his eyes. Neil went in for the knife on the ground but was roughly shoved to the ground. Before he could get back up, Wade was on him. Pulling his head up off the floor, Wade slammed it back down. Neil instantly felt dizzy and his head start to bleed harder at that. When he could see clearly again, all he saw was the look of utter disbelieving hatred in his former friend's eyes.

"Why?!" He demanded. "Why, Neil?!"

"Because..." He bared his bloodied white teeth in a wide smile. "She's my little Das-"

His face met a hard fist at that.

"You're an animal!"

Another.

"A freak!"

Then another.

"Goddamnit, I trusted you!"

And another.

"Just tell me why." Wade brought his face up by the collar of his shirt. "Why? What the Hell kind of demented bastard are you to want to rape her? It's fucking Rainbow, damnit!"

"D-dashie."

"What?"

"Her name..." Neil slowly smiled as his hand hooked around something smooth. "...is Dashie."

Wade brought his fist back but was cut short as he felt a searing pain in his opposite arm. He screamed as he looked on to find the same knife from before lodged deep into his shoulder. Neil let go of the blade while Wade rolled off him, clutching his arm and screeching bloody murder. Neil wiped the blood from his face and looked up.

There she was. Still completely out cold.

There was a chance and it was the only one he had.

Staggering to his feet, he quickly took the little blue pegasus in his arms and bolted for the door. He glanced back to see Wade yanking the blade from his flesh with a sickening squelch and an agonizing yelp. He locked eyes with the bleeding man briefly before ripping the door open and making a beeline for the street with his little Dashie in his arms.

"Neil!!"

Into the driveway, Neil looked back and forth along the shadowy street. No potential witnesses. No cars. Nothing. Perfect. Neil ran straight for the footpath. Still nothing. He didn't waste another second and ran across the road.

"NEIL!!!"

He instinctively turned around at that and his features dropped in horror. Wade came staggering out of his house, clutching his bleeding arm for dear life. Never did his expression of rage leave his face and never did his eye leave his own. Neil stood there frozen for a while, up until Wade was half way across the street.

In the corner of his eye, Neil caught sight a stray beam of bright light, he opened his mouth to speak upon realization but nothing came of it.

Wade's head turned to the side just in time to see a pair of headlights flash in vision before his whole body felt the crushing pain of impact as the grill of the car crashed into him. His frame tumbled off the top of the hood, over the wind-shield, past the roof before he fell, face-first onto the gravel-paved road. The vehicle stopped shortly after he went down. Blood poured out from his body in a small pool as he lay there.

Neil stood there, holding his little Dashie's muzzle to his neck. He took a couple of deep breaths, just watching the scene play out from the shadows. As soon as he heard the car's doors open, he turned his head, finding no one in his path and sprinted down the road to his house.

About half way down, it occurred to him that it would've been much easier if he had gotten in his car instead of just running out.