Days Gone By: TwiDash

by LunaTheia

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Romance, Slice of Life, Twilight Sparkle, Sad
Length: 3577

Rainbow dash reflects on her past and all of the good times in it, coupled with the bad. After all, nothing's perfect, but Twilight sure comes close!

This is a story set in Rainbow's memories, and thus, her head. Thus, tense changes and view changes are her fault. I update when and if I think of anything to write. Enjoy!

*Apologies for the absolutely terrible cover art. I'm not usually that bad.*

Published 2014-03-26 16:10:04 UTC
Last updated 2014-03-26 16:10:04 UTC

Memories of a Sparkling Star

Memories of a Sparkling Star

I still remember that day like it was yesterday.

It was a beautiful autumn day and the turning leaves fell down to the ground in the most graceful of movements. We had spent most of the day reading; I read the latest installment of my favourite adventure series, and you read one of your massive tomes about astronomy or some other scientific subject. Sometimes I wish I had listened better when you explained it to me.

You look so cute when you’re reading.

It started with what seemed like a cold. The weather was getting colder so it was understandable, and we passed it off as nothing much. The rest of the day passed uneventfully, aside from the occasional visit from our friends.

But a few days passed, and you weren't getting any better. In fact, you were getting worse. I made up my mind to take you to the doctor, but he said it was nothing serious. He said that it would pass over the next few days.

Boy, was he wrong.

I still can’t quite believe what happened. All our days together were so perfect they almost seemed like a dream, making this just seem like a nightmare. Even so, I told myself that everything was going to be fine; that you were going to be fine.

Sometimes I look back at those days, and notice now what I didn't see before: the increasing tiredness and weakness, the coldness in the morning and the fact that you still weren't getting any better.

Far from it.

Then came the day that I always try to forget. I try to think that it never happened; that for some reason, I'm trapped in a recurring nightmare, and that I will wake to see your beautiful eyes. I try to push reality aside, and live in my own head. But I will never forget what happened.

Never.

I woke before you; an oddity in itself. But something was wrong. There wasn't the normal heat radiating from your body. You were cold. Very cold. I rushed you straight to the hospital, knowing that my own movement would carry you much faster than any hospital transport could. In retrospect, I guess it wasn't my brightest idea. After all, exposing someone to bracing winds while they are ill and already quite cold can’t be good. But I did it nonetheless. I almost broke through the hospital doors in my hurry to get you somewhere where you could be helped. As quickly as possible, I told the attendant at the desk exactly what was going on and she rapidly called some of the doctors to come and take you into one of the hospital rooms. I was left in the pathetic excuse for a waiting room, silently praying that you would come out alright.

‘Everything will be fine, Dash,’ I kept telling myself, ‘Everything will be just fine.’

Of course, the universe being how it is, everything was not fine.

It was cancer. Not just any cancer, but a cancer of the horn. So rare that most of the medical staff hadn't even heard of it. One of the senior doctors said that it could be stopped by removal of the horn, providing that the patient hadn't been using any magic. I grimaced at that; you’d been using magic ever since you fell ill. You’d used it for all sorts; from healing spells to just eating. They told me that the cancer would have spread. Had spread, in fact, to such a point that all the major parts of your body were being attacked at once. They said you had two days left, at the most.

Two days.

Most of that time was spent with me just sat there, watching your chest rise and fall; a constant reminder that you were still alive. It was during that time that I thought back to when we first went out. It was a memory I would treasure.

I had come to your house, and nervously knocked on your door. Soon enough, I saw your beautiful face peep out from behind it. As you invited me in, I gave you the small bunch of flowers I bought from Rose. I went specially out of my way to find some lovely, purple flowers simply because they matched your eyes.

“There must be a reason you got me these,” you said, interested, “What would that be?”

“Well,” I began, “I’ve never been a good one with words, but here goes. Ever since I met you, I've always thought that you were nice. You were the kindest, sweetest soul that I ever met.  And over the past few days, I've realised that there was a possibility that we could have something much more than friendship. I guess what I'm saying it, will you go out with me?”

I still remember the look on your face when I told you that.

I also remember the sparkle true to your name in your eyes when you kissed me.

At first, I thought that it must be a dream; that there was no way in the whole of Equestria that you were kissing me. But as it went on, I slowly began to believe my senses as I kissed you back. From then on in, we had so many great times, like when we pranked Pinkie and got into a prank war, to when we would just sit by the lone boulder by the strawberry fields and just watch the sunset as the sky turned a mixture of blue and purple.

That was over a year ago, but I still thought about it as I sat next to you while you laid in the hospital bed, the slow rise and fall of your chest becoming hypnotic. The look on your face was one of peace and tranquility, as if even in your dying moments, you were happy. And there was no place I’d rather be that by your side.

On the second day, all of our friends came over; Pinkie, Rares, AJ and Flutters. As usual, Rares did this big, dramatic scene of sorrow. Except this time, no-one questioned her. AJ had to be the most emotional out of them all, hardly what I expected from the tough mare. She very nearly cried her eyes out, almost forcing me into tears with her, though I had cried enough already. Fluttershy just collapsed into a small pile of sobbing on one of the chairs. And this had to be one of the only times I've seen Pinkie’s mane de-poof, to that’s even a word. I don’t think the party animal could comprehend the emotion of sadness, and I don’t think that the full force of what was happening kicked in until a few days later.

Soon, they all left, one by one. I was the only one who stayed. I sat by you and watched as your lavender coat seemed to fade and grow duller. I lay at your side, my wings wrapped around you as your body grew colder. I kissed you as you let out your final breath.

All I do now is hide up in my cloud home, away from anyone else. The others keep telling me how all good things must come to an end, and that I should come down and just carry on with life. But I stay up in my cloud home, only leaving to visit you.

And that is where I sit right now, talking to you. Yeah right, I'm just talking to thin air. I must look mad. But there’s some small part of me that hopes you can hear me. A small part of me that sees you sat beside me, in all of your beauty. While the rest of me sits here and looks at you gravestone, repeatedly reading what is engraved upon it.

‘Here lies Twilight Sparkle. An Alicorn Princess, a good friend to all that she met, and a beautiful marefriend to Rainbow Dash. She will be dearly missed.’

And that small part of me sees you in my dreams, your violet mane with its pink highlight, your lavender coat, bright and beautiful. Your deep purple eyes looking into mine. It smells you. That unmistakable scent of books and tree sap that I would recognise anywhere. It hears you. Your bright laugh and lovely voice. And it feels you. Your forelegs wrapped around me and your lips upon mine.

And that is the part of me that I hold on to. The part that sees you in my dreams. The part that closes its eyes and sees you lying next to me. It is the part of me that I truly live in.

I cannot wait for sleep.

How I Remember You

How I Remember You

That beautiful smile.

Those lovely eyes.

The violet mane and tail, with a pink streak running through them.

That was Twilight Sparkle, the intelligent, caring egghead of ponyville.

But most importantly, my marefriend.

Every day I spent with her was a day that I was guaranteed a good time. Anything she planned for us would always go perfectly, often ending in a kiss. That cute and smart unicorn was absolutely adorable.

I sometimes wonder how I, Rainbow Dash, the fastest, coolest and awesomest (yeah that’s a word) Pegasus in all of Equestria, fell for Twilight Sparkle, the nerdiest and most bookwormish egghead in the entirety of Ponyville. But other days, I just don’t care. I only care that it happened, and that it has got to be the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.

I remember when we first told our friends that we were together. It was some ‘random’ picnic that we organised specially for it. I know that it was after we ate that we admitted it. It was mostly Twilight speaking, with me just adding the occasional bit. She was always better with words.

I remember Applejack’s reaction the most. When Twilight told her, she was all, “Really? You and her?”

All Twilight replied with was, “Mhm.”

“But you’re like, polar opposites.”

“We know,” I said.

“Well congratulations then!”

Twilight and I would always share a good laugh with AJ when we talked about that. It was quite funny, she had to admit.

Another time I remember was when Pinkie pie threw us a ‘Congratulations Twilight and Rainbow for becoming marefriend and marefriend’ party. That was a blast. Applejack brought in some of her best cider and Pinkie backed the most amazing cupcakes I’ve ever tasted. I literally had to carry Twilight home after the two entire mugs of cider she drank. I know, right? Talk about weak. Or strong cider. But we had a laugh about it nonetheless, and it did lead to one of the best nights of my life, so I can’t complain.

And no, no questions.

I also remember those days when I would just hang out with her at her house. We would just read curled up on the sofa. Often I would be the first to pick a book off the shelf while Twilight finished off whatever it was she was doing, but she would quickly come and sit next to me, a book open in front of her.

And sometimes we would just do nothing. We would just lie in bed and not care about anything. Perhaps talk about the latest Daring Do book or converse about the week gone by. Those were some of my favourite days. I guess my point to all this is that if I had to sum up Twilight in a couple of words I would say she was smart, kind and a bit eggheady. She was – I mean is – sweet, beautiful and caring. And she is absolutely amazing.

In short, she’s perfect.

Life With a Mare Part 1: The Best Day Ever

Life With a Mare Part 1: The Best Day Ever

Ponyville.

The place that brought me so much happiness. And it wasn’t just the town. Oh no. It was one of the residents of the town. A certain librarian. A beautiful, lavender unicorn. A Sparkle of the Twilight variety. She was the reason the town of Ponyville gave me so much happiness. Well, one of the reasons. Of course, I had my other friends who lived there. But I don’t think much else can bring you as much happiness as a marefriend. Except possibly one of Pinkie’s parties. But only at a stretch. And probably only if Twilight was there.

I always remember the days I spent with her, especially when it became known that we were dating. Of course, there was the occasional, unavoidable ‘filly-fooler’ remark, a phrase that still makes me laugh, but life was good. And not just good. It was bucking awesome! And although some ponies were hesitant at first to accept it, it was soon perfectly fine. Nopony questioned us if we went to a restaurant or to see a movie. Nopony would point us out if they saw us together. Life was bliss. That has got to be one of the sappiest things I’ve ever said.

I often recall the time when all I wanted to do was become a Wonderbolt. Then, when Twilight and I started dating, I realised that there was nowhere I’d rather be that at her side. Understandably, it was hard to give up the dream, but I told myself it was for the best, and that, after all, it was my idea.

Every day I spent with that lavender pony was total happiness. We never argued about anything, excepting the occasional dispute over the storyline of the latest Daring Do book. Like that time when Daring kissed Silver, and I thought she should be with Rosetta, and Twilight didn’t understand it. That was funny.

And even our lazy days were enjoyable; one of us would wake up earlier, (usually Twilight,) and would make breakfast for the two of us, (often ending in disaster.) Then we would probably just go back to bed. Those days were the most relaxed I ever was. Just spending the entire day doing nothing in particular with my favourite pony in the whole of Equestria.

It was with a warm fondness that I thought of these days, and it was how I looked forward to them.

And it was one of those days that one of the best things that ever happened to me happened.

We had just had one of the rare occasions of being able to eat a delicious breakfast of pancakes cooked by the ever-surprising Twilight. We had then gathered a couple of the books Twilight had been trying to get me into, and had climbed straight back into bed.

To her credit, Twilight tried extremely hard to try and make me interested in the books, but all I was interested in was her eyes as she looked at me, and listening to the sound of her voice.  It was a shame really, because I know I read those same books now, but she was just too adorable.

I finally gave up and told her that it was no use, and that I simply couldn’t concentrate. She asked if there was anything I’d rather do. I mentioned the fact that my wings needed preening and that I would go and do that. I couldn’t believe when she offered to do it. She said she’d read plenty of books on pegasus anatomy, so she knew what she was doing. I wouldn’t be surprised if she hadn’t read a single page about pegasus relationships. Now, of course, it took me a minute to actually decide what to tell her, but in the end I decided it was worth it. She was my marefriend after all.

I laid down on my underbelly on Twilight’s bed and spread my wings so Twilight could work on them. To be quite honest, I probably couldn’t have stopped them extending if my life depended on it. The next few minutes were amazing. There are no words to describe the pleasure of having somepony else touch your wings. I could only shudder at the contact. Oh, her face when she noticed! I did all I could to stifle a laugh, but to no avail. She did a big, ‘Oh no, did I do something wrong’ bit, it was hilarious. We both were laughing for ages, until I asked if her horn needed working on, which resulted in an extreme bout of blushing on her part and more laughter on mine. After a while, Twilight went back to my wings, which were still spread out, though I hadn’t noticed.

Now, having a Twilight sparkle in your life is amazing. Seriously. But having an egghead in your life in an entirely different matter. It kinda rubs off on you. And, yes, I’ll admit that there was a bit of rubbing involved, but that’s beside the point. The point is that I found that Twilight’s horn would be just about as sensitive as my wings. Now that, my friends, is what you call a great discovery.

So, after several more minutes of preening and laughing, I finally managed to retract my wings and pull Twilight into an embrace. She was startled at first, but quickly realised what was happening. I made a small, but definite motion with my hoof upwards, but Twilight didn’t seem to notice. I slowly brought it up until it was relatively close to my target. Twilight was still oblivious, so I decided that now was as good a time as any, and made my move. Twilight squeaked in surprise as my hoof made contact with the rather sensitive surface of her horn.

I laughed at the sound, but was quickly shut up at an unexpected reaction that sent my wings out again.

Namely, her lips pressed up against mine.

Now it was my turn to squeak, as her hooves ran up and down my wings, though now with a very different intention. I shuddered again.

I was completely at the mercy of the violet unicorn, a thought that both scared me and filled me with excitement all at the same time.

Twilight continued to overpower me, a feat that not many ponies, if any, are able to do, with the tiny, intricate movements of her hooves. I was surprised by her actions; this was unlike the Twilight I knew. I knew a Twilight who spent most of the day buried in books and talking with her friends. I’d never seen this Twilight before. She continued to hold back my ability to move, but I wasn’t complaining. At that moment, I couldn’t have wanted anything else than to stay still. The shivers kept on coming through my wings and down my spine, slowly pushing me further and further into the realms of ecstasy. My hooves hung limp at my side, unable to put up any resistance, and I couldn’t speak. I could barely make any noise at all, save the occasional squeak or moan. I felt like pushing Twilight over onto her back and putting her into the place I was, but my body wouldn’t respond. My mind was slowly being eaten away by pleasure, my conscious thoughts slowly melting away into happiness. I couldn’t keep myself back for long.

The remaining portion of me still able to think began to panic. Twilight couldn’t possibly know what she was doing to me. She must know about it, she’s a grown mare, but from the look on her face she had no idea. The small part of my mind was racing to try and find a solution to the problem, with the rest of it trying to bring it down under the cover of pleasure and happiness. I was fighting to resist now, finding it to become harder and more of a struggle as the seconds ticked by. Just as I felt that I could go no longer, Twilight must have seen something, because the shivers and waves of pleasure quickly stopped, and I felt the pressure leave. But I was still far from being able to talk. I could only watch Twilight’s eyes as a concerned look came upon her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nghhh…”

“Rainbow? Are you al- Oh.”

My thoughts were moving faster that I was able to think them as I wondered what had happened. I could still feel a small pressure, but it was quickly receding, and I was still worried. My mouth tried to form words, respond to Twilight in some fashion, but no noise came out. I must have looked like some sort of fish.

Realisation soon dawned on her face. “Rainbow, you know you don’t need to do that. Just go with it. I don’t mind. In fact, it could be rather entertaining.”

I felt myself blush at that, and Twilight’s words gave me the confirmation that I was fine. The pressure was building again, but this time I didn’t fight it. It increased as Twilight began to run her hooves across my sensitive appendages again. I felt it rush over me in one big wave. Then, as quickly as it started, it was gone. I was left feeling tired, warm and fuzzy, the scattered remains of my melted mind feeling nothing but delight. I felt like sleeping.

Twilight saw what had happened and ceased her endeavours. “Wow, I didn’t know it was that good.”