What Happened Last Week

What Happened Last Week

By Mist

Segment 4

Three ponies dead; I killed them. I was a murderer, no matter which way I looked at it. Pinkie’s justification just didn’t make the guilt disappear. I could analyze it in my head a million times, but come to the same conclusion: I was a murderer.

I hadn’t gotten any sleep last night, and as a result I was running on nothing but coffee and energy bars today. I doubt I could ever sleep again, not after what happened, not after knowing what I had done.

I had nopony to turn to, nopony to confide in. Scootaloo was far to young to throw my problems on, and Pinkie Pie generally only made it worse. Rarity would listen, but I just couldn’t bring myself to put my problems on my friends anymore. Rarity had it hard enough as it is accepting that I am living the life she wishes she could live, without me bitching about it along the way.

“Coffee’s ready,” Said the turquoise stallion.

“Thank you,” I replied taking the cup.

It was the only pony I knew that I could go to. I hated him, I loathed him, and I may never forgive him for walking out on me and my mother, but he is my father. There wasn’t any other pony I could think of to talk to besides him sadly. I just needed somepony, anypony at this point, even him.

“Mind telling me what’s going on, Dash?” He questioned.

I took a big sip of the bitter beverage. It needed sugar, but I didn’t care at this point, I just downed another sip without another thought.

“I just… I just need somepony right now, and I didn’t know who else to turn to…” I sighed.

“You could have gone to one of your friends; hell doesn’t your company have some kind of paid doctors you can see?” Storm said.

Same old Storm, passing the buck to somepony else.

“Yeah, but they’re not my father, you’re the one who’s supposed to give a damn when I’m in trouble, maybe you’d have known that if you’d stuck around a bit longer…” I scolded.

“It’s just as you said, I’m not your father by choice, just by bad luck.” He spat.

It was the truth, and we both knew it without him saying it.

“That sounds like the story of your life so far, just a bunch of bad luck. Has nothing to do with you being a worthless piece of shit, or an alcoholic, or just a lazy excuse of a stallion. Nope, it’s all just bad luck, the world’s out to get you. You’re pathetic Storm.” I rolled my eyes.

“At least I worked an honest job. I’m not out parading myself around for money.” He retaliated.

Here we go again.

“I never hear you complain when you accept my money…” I got quiet.

“Why can’t you do something respectable?” He changed the subject in an instant.

“Newsflash, I’m not a porn star, dad; I’m a model. I model fucking clothing and accessories; I don’t have sex for money!” I was starting to raise my voice.

“Not far from it…” He commented taking a sip of his coffee.

He was testing my patience with each comment.

“Well maybe if you had encouraged me a little, or told me that you loved me, or acknowledged that I even existed half the time I’d have reached my potential!” I finally screamed.

He fell silent. For the first time in over twenty years my father clearly knew I was right about something. He knew I was right, and he was speechless.

“Dash… I want to tell you something… Something I think you should hear…” His volume had dropped significantly.

I sat back down and leaned in to hear him better.

“Sure…” I replied.

His face turned to a rather pained expression, and I could tell he was recollecting memories that he’d rather forget.

“My father… Well he wasn’t exactly that much better than me… See when I was growing up, my mother died when I was about six, and my sister and I lived with my dad by ourselves out in the country.” He began.

I could tell this was going to be a fairly long story, so I made myself comfortable.

“When my mom died, he was pretty beat up about it; he blamed himself. He picked up drinking after that, and things just went downhill from there…” He paused.

“Go on…” I said to show him I was still listening.

“He took a lot of his anger out on me… I remember almost every weekend he would take me out into the woods and beat me until he drew blood. Then when he was satisfied with that he’d spend the rest of his night molesting my sister…” He lowered his head in shame.

“Back then nopony cared though… They wouldn’t believe a couple of kids, so we just let it happen. For years we just thought it was our fault.” He continued.

I could sense sadness about him, but no tears were being formed. He must have cried out the last tears he had back then I presumed. I still sat silently and listened.

“When I was only twenty-three, he died. I went to his funeral and was shocked to find that I was the only one there… This stallion had died… And there wasn’t a soul alive that cared he was gone…” He looked up to meet with my eyes.

I still remained silent.

“The truth is Rainbow Dash… I don’t know how to be a father… I’m just like my father was, and I knew that if I stuck around pretending to love a wife that I didn’t love you’d only grow to hate me more than you do now. I’d only become more like him, and I just couldn’t do that to another pony. I couldn’t put you through what I went through… I’m just a bad father, and that’s never going to change…” He admitted.

I decided to finally speak up.

“You’re not a bad father Storm. You make a lot of dumb decisions, and you have some problems, but you’re not like your father was…” I attempted to comfort him.

“You were better off without me, and I’m sorry that I have inconvenienced you by being your father…” He sighed.

I had never seen him this vulnerable before, hell I had never seen him showing any kind of emotion besides anger.

“The first few years… When you were there… You weren’t terrible. You weren’t the best dad, but far from the worst…” I smiled lightly.

“It doesn’t matter; you’re still better off going to your mom for any kind of help… You don’t need an old stallion like me in your life; I’m only going to cause you more problems than you already have…” He replied.

Even with everything happening, he stuck to his guns. He was insistent on not being my father, despite everything I had done up to this point.

“Dad… I don’t care about all of that stuff… Even though you piss me off, and even though you left all those years ago… Well… I still love you… It’s strange, and I probably shouldn’t, but… I do for some reason…” I said.

He smiled lightly and nodded.

“Thanks…” He said.

There he was doing it again. He always did that, even from when I was five. Every time I told him that I loved him I could never get him to say it back, he’d always try and play the cool guy and hide his emotions. I just wanted to hear him say it once.

“Dad… Ever since I was little… I don’t think I’ve ever heard you actually say you loved me… Do you think you could say it… Just this once… I really just want to hear that right now…” I admitted.

I never thought I’d see the day where I would open up to my own father.

He turned away.

“I… I can’t…” He mumbled.

“Why not…?” I asked leaning in.

The face he made, I recognized it. My father was the worst liar in the universe, so whenever he was caught in a situation where he knew he couldn’t lie, he gave this awkward face that just told you that he didn’t want to give you the truth, but he couldn’t lie to you.

“Oh…” I replied.

“Dash…” He attempted to speak.

“No, it’s fine. You know what, it’s getting late anyways, I should really be going…” I interrupted.

Before he had another chance to open his mouth I was out the door.

I just wanted to go home and be alone. I wanted to just pour myself a drink and get some well-deserved rest. I hadn’t slept in over 24 hours almost, and my eyes were ready to just close and never open again. The idea of my own bed sounded very inviting right now.

Arriving at the house I shut the door behind me and slid down to the floor. I didn’t want to get back up; I just wanted to lie there, maybe even forever. I felt as though I could even sleep in that spot right in front of the front door.

I could hear a light trotting noise come across the floor and approach me. I already had a guess as to who was here.

“Rainbow Dash… Are you alright?” They asked.

I pulled myself up into a sitting position and tried to hide my shame before speaking to them.

“Yeah, everything’s cool, just a little tired.” I faked a smile.

“You look like something is bothering you…” She expressed her concern.

Scootaloo could see through me better than I expected. She had been around me for so long that she recognized when I was just trying to hide the truth from her.

“Actually, you know what Scootaloo… There is something I should tell you…” I exhaled.

“I want to let you know that I love you, and I care about you like family…” I started.

She listened carefully without speaking.

“Because the last thing I want, is for you to grow up and find out over twenty years later that I never loved you… And... And…” I couldn’t finish my thought.

Hot tears began to run down my face. With the tears I felt the rest of my body give way as I collapsed to the floor sobbing.

“Why… Why doesn’t he want me…” I managed to get out in between sobs.

Scootaloo more than likely could assume I was talking about my father, as she had some knowledge that the two of us always had a shaky relationship, though I tried to hide it from her as much as possible. Scootaloo was too smart though, it was impossible to keep something like that from her.

“WHY DOESN’T HE LOVE ME!? WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME!?” I screeched.

I felt a set of hooves around me. They were smaller, but they had a gentle touch about them. It was Scootaloo; she had pulled me into a loving embrace. My tears halted instantly at the surprise, I wasn’t sure how to respond.

“I love you too Rainbow Dash,” She said plainly.

Those words started the tear flow again, but this time I pulled her in closer and returned the embrace. I don’t think Scootaloo had even the slightest idea how much she meant to me right then. My father may have never wanted me, and never loved me, but I didn’t want that for Scootaloo. She had been through enough as it was; my only goal at this point now was to protect her, to keep her from experiencing what I was.

I remembered for a moment about my father’s demon inside him. He may have been harboring such a demon since before I was born. He may have been destined to be as horrible a father as he was right from the start. He couldn’t face his demon, and as a result I was the one who suffered for it.

All the pain that I had felt from my father, it was the last bit I needed to push me over the edge. It was all I needed to numb myself to the pain. There was nothing else out there now that could hurt me greater than what I had just experienced.

“Darling, I am so glad you came, I know you’re dreadfully busy, but I know you’re just going to love these outfits! They’re perfect for somepony of your body structure!” An overly enthusiastic Rarity shouted.

“Don’t worry Rarity, when I’m done everypony will be talking about your outfits,” I assured.

Rarity seemed rather pleased by this comment and a giant grin painted her face. She was unusually chipper today.

“Yes, well a pony of your… Er… Loveliness deserves only the best designs to compliment her figure.” She nodded.

Once again she was trying to inflate my ego.

“Don’t say stuff like that…” I turned away shamefully.

“It’s the truth though; you are practically a goddess walking on this planet. You have finesse that would rival that of Celestia herself I’m certain.” She continued.

I didn’t like it when she loaded me with compliments, it made me feel uncomfortable.

“You’re just as beautiful as I am, Rarity.” I commented.

She blushed. She attempted to hide it, but I caught the shade of red rush through her face before she could turn away.

“You know Rainbow Dash… I’ve always thought of us as very close… You’re probably the closest connection I’ve ever had with another pony… Maybe even the only one who understands me…” She kept pausing while speaking.

Rarity and I had grown closer ever since I started modeling. We suddenly had a lot more to talk about, and I found that once you looked past the insane drama queen that she was, there was a gentle creature under it all. Sure she didn’t like to get dirty, but Rarity was a pony you could count on when you really needed her. Rarity had shown more support and affection towards me in my life choices than my own father did, sometimes even more than my own mother.

“I feel the same way,” I smiled.

“That’s sweet of you to say dear…” She returned the smile.

She had a pleasant smile, the smile of a lady.

“The truth is… I…” Rarity paused as she sat down next to me.

I placed a hoof around her gently and smiled at her.

“You what?” I coaxed her into finishing.

Rarity bit her lip for a moment. She clearly was having trouble finishing her sentence, but instead of finishing she turned to my direction and pinned me down onto the coach.

She wasn’t applying a lot of pressure but the initial shock paralyzed me for the moment to where I was at her mercy. I wasn’t sure how I should have been reacting.

Before I knew what was happening I felt Rarity’s lips touch my own. My whole body froze; I didn’t know what to do, or how to get away from the situation. Instead I just allowed her to finish what she was doing in the hopes that she would give up eventually.

Rarity kissed with the lips of experience clearly, whereas I was clueless as to what I should have been doing. It wasn’t a surprise to me that Rarity had experience in that area, as she was gorgeous enough to get any colt she wanted with just the fluttering of her eyelashes.

As soon as she parted lips with me I attempted to speak to her.

“Rarity, I-“ I paused when I felt her nip my ear.

“Rarityyyyy!” I held the last syllable of her name in shock.

I felt her tongue on my neck followed by the gentle gnawing of her teeth. My whole body felt like electricity just jolted through it and paralyzed me. Rarity clearly knew how to reel her prey in with little to no resistance; unfortunately for me my body was a lot more sensitive that I had initially thought, and Rarity knew how to hit all the sweet spots it would appear.

“They say actions speak louder than words Dash… Am I crossing the line though…?” Rarity asked in between gentle gnaws.

I had never felt this way before; my whole body was tingling with a pleasant sensation. I couldn’t even get my mouth to spit out an answer to her. She took my silence as a no and continued to gnaw. I was helpless to stop her.

“You’re a virgin aren’t you Dash…?” Rarity let go of my neck and asked.

I turned away panting heavily.

“Y-yeah…” I responded embarrassingly.

“Then I’ll be gentle with you.” She smiled warmly.

This wasn’t Rarity. She wouldn’t be so straightforward about something like this. Something was wrong with her.

I felt her tongue go down my cheekbone to return to my neck. I felt the same paralysis numb my body. Once again I was helpless to stop her.

Not like this… I don’t want my first time to be like this…

“It’s alright Dash, I’ll be extra careful with you…” Rarity smiled looking up at me.

The red in her eyes became apparent for that moment. The same red I had seen in her before, and then the voice came after, “envy.”

It was enough to shock me out of my paralysis.

“NO!” I screamed.

With great force I lodged my hind hoof into her groin area. Then with great speed I shoved her onto the floor with my front hoof. The moment she fell onto the floor I jumped on top of her and held her down to the floor.

“Forgive me Rarity…” I begged with tears in my eyes.

“This is for your own good…” I added.

I pulled both my front hooves around her neck and pulled as tightly as I could. I held her as firm in my grip as I could, not allowing her to move. She began gasping for air, but with little luck.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I continued to hold the struggling unicorn.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I kept repeating.

Finally the mare stopped struggling and ceased moving entirely. Her head went limp and the rest of her followed. I released her gently and threw myself over her body.

“DAMN IT! FUCK!” I screamed in agony.

“Why did it have to be her…?” I questioned to no one in particular between sobs.

I was cursed, and Pinkie Pie aided that curse. I wished she had never told me about the demons. I wished that I could just continue on my life ignorant to their existence. She had put me in the same boat as her, and now we were both damned to the same fate.

“I’m sorry Rarity… I’m so sorry…” I stroked her mane.