Enlisted

You awaken to the sounds and feeling of being dragged across a dirt floor. Opening your eyes you can see you still have your legs, hoping not to end up like the kid you tossed on the grenade. Your head slouches back and rests on a foreleg thats got a grip on the collar of your armor vest. Staring at the ceiling you try to call out to Rainbow Dash, hoping shes the one dragging you, and hoping that you're not in an even bigger world of shit than you're in already.

Your call comes out as an unintelligible groan of pain and exhaustion that causes your dragger to suddenly stop and prop your head up on something soft. Your friend is now sitting right next to you and facing you, teary eyed and scared. It's a relief to see her, but you know why her expression is so pitiful.

"I thought you weren't coming back..." she says sniffling.

You try to force a smile while you rest your hand on her hoof.

"Don't...worry... I'm not..going..anywhere."

As you say that her lip quivers and she wipes a smudge off your face. Looking at her hoof you can tell she was wiping blood, that was leaking out of your mouth, off your chin.

"Huh, guess I wasn't supposed to come back..... look how well that plan went." you say with a low crackle in your voice.

She tries to smile at that remark, but her eyes continue to tear up and the tears roll down her cheeks.

The expression on your face drops as you notice her starting to cry over your near-death experience.

"Hey.." you say sitting up and leaning against the wall to your left. "C'mere Dash." you finish your sentence and open your arms a little for a hug.

Without hesitating she rushes in to hug you and buries her snout into your shoulder and lets loose the tears she has been holding back ever since she thought she saw you get blown up. Wrapping your arms around her waist, you rest your head next to hers and whisper in her ear.

"Dash, you know we're both going home after this. And neither of us is going in a box. Please don't cry."

The sniffling stops for the time being as she looks at you with bright, still teary, eyes that remind you of those years in highschool when you two were inseparable. You still are, but the memories reminded you anyway.

"I know, but... when I saw you hit the wall... I thought I'd just watched you die..."

Looking at the saddest face you'd ever seen your expression turns to one of "let down."

"Dash..." trying to think of something to say to try and cheer her up "I'm too damn ornery to die.."

She wipes her nose and smiles at you through the tears. You lightly kiss her nose without thinking of the repercussions of your actions. After realizing that you just kissed your best friend it occured to you that she might have feelings for you. While you two were hugging you'd felt your chest stirring, but just blamed it on the explosion messing with your internals. "Oh shit..." you think to yourself "What if she DOES like me? What if I just made it awkward for her?......"

Without realizing whats happening outside of your mind, you feel the soft caress of a pony's lips against yours. As your mind catches up with reality and realizes whats happening you take one hand away from her waist and run it through her mane. She shudders from the feeling and presses her chest into yours. Your mind enters a state of bliss as you feel a warm wet tongue curiously run across your lips. You give the pleasnt intruder entry and enter your tongues into an ever twisting dance of animalism.

You take your hand that was running through her mane and slide it down her back towards her rump. You take a firm, but enjoyable, grip on it and she giggles at the motion. Sliding off the wall and onto the ground, letting your head rest on the rolled blanket she'd propped it on earlier, you get her to lie on top of you without breaking lips. You stay in that position for what feels like an eternity, an eternity you'd love to stay in. After both of you're tongues are too tired to continue the kiss breaks and you both look into eachother's eyes and smile.

She lies down, still on top of you, and her head comes to a rest right over your heart as she drifts off to sleep. You gaze at the ceiling hoping to sleep with her, but sleep never comes and now you find yourself in a staring contest with the ceiling. A contest you think your winning.

Having lost track of time you look out the window across the room and see that the stars are out. The bright jewels in the night sky are an amazing sight, but it's nothing compared to the cuteness of the rainbow maned mare asleep on your, rising and falling, chest.

Your friend... no, you can't say that... you love her. The only appropriate description would be to call her your love.

The mare you love stirs in her sleep and almost rolls off of you, but not before you wrap a protective arm around her. You rest your head back down on the blanket roll, and slowly you can feel yourself drifting off to sleep.

So this is love... sleeping in enemy territory with somepony whos saved your life, on more than one occasion, and some how you've never felt more safe. For some unknown reason the troubles of a hard world are put aside and you have the whole night to enjoy every moment of this. This is love and you wouldn't have it any other way... well maybe minus a bullet wound or two.

And now...... sleep... you know what has to happen tomorrow if you want this to last.