Rainbow Dash looked around the hall for her best friends - it seemed they were nowhere to be found. But, over the mass of ponies trying to get out of there class rooms and back home, Rainbow could hear a mare muttering apologies to the people she bumped, which was impossible not to do, so Rainbow had some time to find where Fluttershy was. Funnily, once the halls had pretty. Much cleared, she saw the pink-maned Pegasus by her locker, trying to open it. "Hey Fluttershy!" she shouted, getting a squeal from Fluttershy as she turned and saw Rainbow barreling down the hall towards her. Right before they were about to crash together, she stopped on a dime. "Whatsup?" Rainbow said, to lazy to put space bars in the sentence, but we will just say she's out of breath. Fluttershy looked at her friend, she was a beautiful mare, and Fluttershy wondered how nobody had asked her to the prom yet. Even she had been asked, ad because of her shyness denied the offer, but a offer is still a offer, right?
"Oh, nothing, just getting ready to go home. Ive got homework to do." Rainbow Dash shook her head at what Fluttershy had said; it was easy to get a stallion to do it for you.
"Pffff. I just get Streak Shot to do it for me. A's for life!" Fluttershy just nodded her head. She knew that arguing with Dash wasn't ever a good idea, and besides, Streak didn't even remember when it mattered. With his multiple personality disorder, he was Streak Shot at school, a nerd, a bookworm, a "egghead" as Rainbow calls him, and he's fine with it. In sports he's Lightning Choke, top jock of the school, and definitely the best for partying. At any other time, he's Thunder Stride, a stallion with a good sense of humor, and has a personality that makes everyone like him. She and "Skittles" as Thunder calls her had been friends since she was just a little filly, and developed MPT during his freshpony year, which meant that he knew Dash in all of his three personalities. "I'm going back to Thunder's place, wanna come?" Fluttershy nodded her head. Even though she and Thunder were good friends, he still needed to be reminded of who she was because they met in his sophomore year. "Okay, I'll see you around then!" Flutters smiled and waved as she watched Rainbow leave, she knew Streak would be around the corner, but would become Thunder after exiting the school.
Rainbow rounded the corner of the hall to see Streak Shot, buried in one of his advanced college-level textbooks, trying to "study" bleh. Who needs studying? What did that ever do to help anypony? "Hey egghead! Get out of your books, were going back to your place!"
Streak turned his head to look at "Skittles" ugh. How could he just call her that? He would have to talk to thunder about it when they talked next. See, popular to the belief, he knew he had MPD, and was perfectly fine with it. He didn't have a evil personality like most ponies do, and he found having conversations with his other personalities could be fun. They were also happy they didn't have to study. "Hey, um, Dash" Dash smiled, but was secretly hoping that he wood call her skittles. Even though Thunder only called her that to annoy her, she secretly liked the nickname, and found it quite funny, fitting none the least. Streak got up, and went over to his locker, and Dash only waited a few seconds before Streak put away his books and got a folder. "Hey Dash, here's the last of this years homework." Dash took the papers and put them in her bag. She didn't understand why he had done it, she wouldn't be needing it, anyways.
She looked at Streak and asked him a question they went over and debated a few times. "So, Streak, is this the last time I see you?" even though there was still school after today, she would not be attending.
"You could always just skip the camp, ya' know." Dash had debated this in her head, but her dreams always came out on top.
" I was invited to a Wonderbolts academy session. If you know me, I'm not missing that." Streak nodded his head, knowing that there was no way she would miss that. "Anyways. That's not what I meant. What if we never see each other again? Like, ever?"
Streak and Dash started to walk toward the doors, and before he turned into Thunder Stride, he said to her "I promise you, I'll be back"
Rainbow dash laughed uncontrollably at what Streak had just said. "What, what's so funny?" She could tell he was Thunder now because of the change in his voice, like she had learned to do.
"You made your first joke, and it was the best one ever, that's what's funny!" Thunder started to get his composure. A few seconds after a new personality took over, he was always weird.
He straightened up, puffing out his chest. "Well good for me, give myself a lama!" He gave rainbow time to recover from what seemed to be the funniest joke in all of Equestria. Dash and Thunder stood there, staring at each other for a while before they both broke out into laughter. After THAT episode was over, they went back to Thunder's, like they always did.
The reason they always went back to Thunder's [lace was because the Equestrian government had given him a house in Cloudsdale, rent-free. He had tried to join the workhorse before, but he changed personalities so many times on-the-job that working wasn't a option. Once they got into the house they both flopped onto the couch. Both of them had similar personalities socially, and although Thunder could tolerate more than she could, they were best friends, and that was all that mattered. "hey Skittles, happy graduation, if you even passed!" Thunder and Lightning didn't know about Streak doing her homework for her - she had made sure of that.
"Actually, I did pass, so go stuff it!" Thunder laughed. He seemed to love it when she got aggravated.
"So, what's up with the camp? Still gonna be there, i'm guessing."
"Yeah, there's not much else going on, other than prom."
"Prom? so, who's the lucky stallion? Huh? Huh? Please tell me its not streak, Ill never hear the end of it!" Dash frowned. She wasn't one for dances, but nobody had even asked her to go with them. Thunder had seen the look of disappointment on Skittles face; it wasn't a common sight, but he knew it. "Nobody asked you, huh? bummer."
"Yeah. Its not all bad, I would rather hang out with you for the last time instead of going to some stupid prom."
"While I would normally be delighted to hear that I take priority over a school dance" It was now at which Skittles chuckled at the joke, "I am wondering why you said last." Dash looked at Thunder. They had been friends since they developed a conscience, of course they would see each other again, right?
"I don't now. I just hope that this isn't the last day we have with each other."
"Well, lets make it a memorable night, right Skittles?" Dash raised a eyebrow at Thunder. Thunder caught the look and made a face like he was taken aback, and Dash laughed. "Skittles, how could you! Why would a respectful stallion like myself ever think that way?"
"I have no idea why, Thunder."
"Dash." Dash looked back at Thunder, more seriously this time. Thunder only calls her that went he's got a plan or a purpose. "Go to prom with me, Skittles."
Rainbow Dash's face ATM
Dash was taken aback. Never had Thunder been so strong on a matter like this. Sure, they had gone on dates before, but they were casual, and "just friend" deals. "Ummmmmm.." Thunder rolled his eyes.
"C'mon, we got two hours, just wear one of those dresses that I bought you with hard earned government taxpayer money and ill just one of my tuxes paid for the same way, and well have a blast!" Noticing that Dash still looked unsure, Thunder replied to his own comment. "Skittles, think about it. Like you said, this could be our last night together in a while, possibly forever. Were both not in relationships, we've got great connections together, its about time we had a actual date together." Dash looked at Thunder, and thought for a second, just a second.
"Fine. Ill got to prom with you, on one condition."
"What is your condition?" Dash smiled deviously at Thunder.
"I get to call you Thundy for the entire night, and the author of this fanfic must also call you Thundy for the rest of the story." Thundy stared at Dash for a second, cringed at the name, and then turned to the author.
"Why do you have to write these things?"
"Im ready Thundy!" Thundy looked at the stairs. He gasped at what he saw.
The dress
"What? Did I not wear the right one?" Dash looked at Thundy with a mean look. Thundy caught the stare and shook his head, and Dash became happy again, and did a fly-around for him.
"Skittles, you - you look beautiful." Dash blushed. She had never been called beautiful by anyone other than her parents before, and it felt good. Dash flew up to Thundy and hugged him. Now - this wasn't a regular hug. Thundy had hugged Dash before, and this was definitely different.
"Hey, before I open the door, sorry for the bad vehicle. Its all I could get on short notice." Dash frowned and pushed past Thundy and opened the door. Before her was something she had never seen before. Dash turned around, and before she could say anything, he told her what it was. "Its a Ferrari California. Since this is a fanfic, I got the author to add one in. Its modified for ponies, and totally ruins any immersion a reader somehow got from the story.
"Cool! But, how do we make it move?"
Once Dash and Thundy arrived at the school, hey both got out of the car, and laughed their way up to the main entrance. Dash stopped abruptly, and so did Thundy. "Whats wrong skittles?"
Dash looked at Thundy. "Wont you turn back into Streak?"
Thundy looked at the entrance. "Only one way to find out!" And Thundy dove into the school, without transforming. "Hey! look at that!" Dash laughed and ran into the school, and they both ran to the dance floor. Some pretty good music was playing, and Thundy turned to Dash.
"May I have this dance?" Thundy looked at Dash, hesitantly waiting for him to have to drag her onto the dance floor. But instead Dash looked at Thunder and said "You may."
Respin - rainboom conection
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listen to it for the full effect.
Author's Note
Oh my god. I'm so immature, I accidentally wrote "Streak Sh*t" and laughed for a good 10 minutes.
Okay. Let me explain.
Ive taken a few personas on the internet recently and I would like to tie them up into one pony. (for one story)
It saves me time, and it sometimes confuses the internet. I win.
special thanks to :
Pug - for believing in me
The berrytube community - for making the MLP Fandom house a home.
All of my friends - for encouraging me
Respin - for this awesome song
All of you - for reading, I hope that you find my writing gets better as time goes on.
Da epic remix o' my rap by DE_K. You know that shit!
Da epic remix o' my rap by DE_K. You know that shit!
Rainbow Dash looked round tha hall fo' her dopest playaz - it seemed they was nowhere ta be found. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! But, over tha mass of ponies tryin ta git outta there class rooms n' back home, Rainbow could hear a mare mutterin apologies ta tha playas da hoe bumped, which was impossible not ta do, so Rainbow had some time ta find where Fluttershy was. Funnily, once tha halls had pretty. Much cleared, her big-ass booty saw tha pink-maned Pegasus by her locker, tryin ta open dat shit. "Yo Fluttershy!" her big-ass booty shouted, gettin a squeal from Fluttershy as dat dunkadelic hoe turned n' saw Rainbow barrelin down tha hall towardz her n' shit. Right before they was bout ta crash together, her big-ass booty stopped on a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dime. "Whatsup?" Rainbow holla'd, ta lazy ta put space bars up in tha sentence yo, but we will just say she's outta breath. Fluttershy looked at her playa, dat biiiiatch was a funky-ass dope mare, n' Fluttershy wondered how tha fuck no muthafucka had axed her ta tha prom yet. Even dat freaky freaky biatch had been asked, ad cuz of her shynizz denied tha offer yo, but a offer is still a offer, right, biatch?
"Oh, nothing, just gettin locked n loaded ta bounce back ta tha doggy den. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Ive gots homework ta do." Rainbow Dash shook her head at what tha fuck Fluttershy had holla'd; dat shiznit was easy as fuck ta git a stallion ta do it fo' yo thugged-out ass.
"Pffff. I just git Streak Shot ta do it fo' mah dirty ass fo' realz. A's fo' game!" Fluttershy just nodded her head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch knew dat jumpin off bout some shiznit wit Dash wasn't eva a phat idea, n' besides, Streak didn't even remember when it mattered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! With his crazy-ass multiple personalitizzle disorder, da thug was Streak Shot at school, a nerd, a funky-ass bookworm, a "egghead" as Rainbow calls him, n' he's fine wit dat shit. In game he's Lightnin Choke, top jock of tha school, n' definitely tha dopest fo' partyin fo' realz. At any other time, he's Thunder Stride, a stallion wit a phat sense of humor, n' has a personalitizzle dat make mah playas like his muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch n' "Skittles" as Thunder calls her had been playaz since dat biiiiatch was just a lil filly, n' pimped MPT durin his wild lil' freshpony year, which meant dat he knew Dash up in all of his cold-ass three personalities. "I'm goin back ta Thunder's place, wanna come?" Fluttershy nodded her head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Even though she n' Thunder was phat playas, da perved-out muthafucka still needed ta be reminded of whoz ass dat biiiiatch was cuz they kicked it wit up in his sophomore year. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. "Okay, I'll peep you round then!" Fluttas smiled n' waved as she peeped Rainbow leave, she knew Streak would be round tha corner yo, but would become Thunder afta exitin tha school.
Rainbow rounded tha corner of tha hall ta peep Streak Shot, buried up in one of his thugged-out advanced college-level textbooks, tryin ta "study" bleh. Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck needz studying, biatch? What did dat eva do ta help anypony, biatch? "Yo egghead hommie! Git outta yo' books, was goin back ta yo' place!"
Streak turned his head ta peep "Skittles" ugh yo. How tha fuck could he just call her that, biatch? Dude would gotta rap ta thunder bout it when they talked next. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. See, ghettofab ta tha belief, he knew dat schmoooove muthafucka had MPD, n' was perfectly fine wit it yo. Dude didn't gotz a evil personalitizzle like most ponies do, n' he found havin rap battlez wit his other personalitizzles could be fun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. They was also aiiight they didn't gotta study. "Yo, um, Dash" Dash smiled yo, but was secretly hopin dat da thug wood call her skittles. Even though Thunder only called her dat ta annoy her, her big-ass booty secretly was horny bout tha nickname, n' found it like funky, fittin none tha least. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Streak gots up, n' went over ta his fuckin locker, n' Dash only waited all dem secondz before Streak put away his books n' gots a gangbangin' folda n' shit. "Yo Dash, here's tha last of dis muthafuckin years homework." Dash took tha papers n' put dem up in her bag. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch didn't KNOW why dat schmoooove muthafucka had done it, dat biiiiatch wouldn't be needin it, anyways.
Bitch looked at Streak n' axed his ass a question they went over n' debated all dem times. "So, Streak, is dis tha last time I peep yo slick ass?" even though there was still school afta todizzle, dat biiiiatch would not be attending.
"Yo ass could always just skip tha camp, ya' know." Dash had debated dis up in her head yo, but her trips always came up on top.
" I was invited ta a Wonderbolts academy session. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. If you know me, I'm not missin dis shit." Streak nodded his head, knowin dat there was no way dat biiiiatch would miss dis shit. "Anyways. That's not what tha fuck I meant. What if we never peep each other again, biatch? Like, ever?"
Streak n' Dash started ta strutt toward tha doors, n' before tha pimpin' muthafucka turned tha fuck into Thunder Stride, da perved-out muthafucka holla'd ta her "I promise you, I'll be back"
Rainbow dash laughed uncontrollably at what tha fuck Streak had just holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "What, what's so funky?" Biatch could tell da thug was Thunder now cuz of tha chizzle up in his voice, like dat freaky freaky biatch had hustled ta do.
"Yo ass made yo' first joke, n' dat shiznit was tha dopest one ever, that's what's funky!" Thunder started ta git his composure fo' realz. A few secondz afta a freshly smoked up personalitizzle took over, da thug was always weird. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!
Dude straightened up, puffin up his chest. "Well phat fo' me, give mah dirty ass a lama!" Dude gave rainbow time ta recover from what tha fuck seemed ta be tha funniest joke up in all of Equestria. Dash n' Thunder stood there, starin at each other fo' a while before they both broke up tha fuck into laughter n' shiznit fo' realz. After THAT episode was over, they went back ta Thunder's, like they always done did.
Da reason they always went back ta Thunder's [lace was cuz tha Equestrian posse had given his ass a doggy den up in Cloudsdale, rent-free yo. Dude had tried ta join tha workhorse before yo, but his schmoooove ass chizzled personalitizzles all kindsa muthafuckin times on-the-job dat hustlin wasn't a option. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Once they gots tha fuck into tha doggy den they both flopped onto tha couch. Both of dem had similar personalitizzles hoodly, n' although Thunder could tolerate mo' than dat thugged-out biiiatch could, they was dopest playas, n' dat was all dat mattered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "hey Skittles, aiiight graduation, if you even passed!" Thunder n' Lightnin didn't know bout Streak bustin her homework fo' her - dat freaky freaky biatch had made shizzle of dis shit.
"Actually, I did pass, so go shiznit dat shiznit son!" Thunder laughed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude seemed ta ludd it when she gots aggravated. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time.
"So, what's up wit tha camp, biatch? Still gonna be there, i'm guessing."
"Yeah, there's not much else goin on, other than prom."
"Prom, biatch? so, who's tha dirty stallion, biatch? Huh, biatch? Huh, biatch? Please tell me its not streak, Ill never hear tha end of dat shiznit son!" Dash frowned. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch wasn't one fo' dances yo, but no muthafucka had even axed her ta go wit em. Thunder had peeped tha look of disappointment on Skittlez face; it wasn't a cold-ass lil common sight yo, but he knew dat shit. "No Muthafucka axed you, huh, biatch? bummer."
"Yeah. Its not all bad, I would rather ride wit you fo' tha last time instead of goin ta some wack prom."
"While I would normally be delighted ta hear dat I take prioritizzle over a school dance" Dat shiznit was now at which Skittlez chuckled all up in tha joke, "I be wonderin why you holla'd last." Dash looked at Thunder n' shit. They had been playaz since they pimped a cold-ass lil conscience, of course they would peep each other again, right, biatch?
"I don't now, nahmeean, biatch? I just hope dat dis isn't tha last dizzle our crazy asses have wit each other."
"Well, lets make it a trippy night, right Skittles?" Dash raised a eyebrow at Thunder n' shit. Thunder caught tha look n' done cooked up a gangbangin' grill like da thug was taken aback, n' Dash laughed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Skittles, how tha fuck could you, nahmean biiiatch, biatch? Why would a respectful stallion like mah dirty ass eva be thinkin dat way?"
"I have no clue why, Thunder."
"Dash." Dash looked back at Thunder, mo' seriously dis time. Thunder only calls her dat went he's gots a plan or a purpose. "Go ta prom wit me, Skittles."
Dash was taken aback. Never had Thunder been so phat on a matter like all dis bullshit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sure, they had gone on dates before yo, but they was casual, n' "just playa" deals. "Ummmmmm.." Thunder rolled his wild lil' fuckin eyes.
"C'mon, we gots two hours, just wear one of dem dresses dat I looted you wit hard gots posse taxpayer scrilla n' ill just one of mah tuxes paid fo' tha same way, n' well gotz a funky-ass blast!" Noticin dat Dash still looked unsure, Thunder replied ta his own comment. "Skittles, be thinkin bout dat shit. Like you holla'd, dis could be our last night together up in a while, possibly forever n' shit. Were both not up in relationshizzles, we've gots pimped out connections together, its bout time our crazy asses had a actual date together." Dash looked at Thunder, n' thought fo' a second, just a second. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!
"Fine. Ill gots ta prom wit you, on one condition."
"What tha fuck iz yo' condition?" Dash smiled deviously at Thunder n' shit.
"I git ta booty-call you Thundy fo' tha entire night, n' tha lyricist of dis fanfic must also call you Thundy fo' tha rest of tha story." Thundy stared at Dash fo' a second, cringed all up in tha name, n' then turned ta tha lyricist.
"Why do you gotta write these thangs?"
"Im locked n loaded Thundy!" Thundy looked all up in tha stairs yo. Dude gasped at what tha fuck da perved-out muthafucka saw.
"What, biatch? Did I not wear tha right one?" Dash looked at Thundy wit a mean look. Thundy caught tha stare n' shook his head, n' Dash became aiiight again, n' did a gangbangin' fly-around fo' his muthafuckin ass.
"Skittles, you - you look dope." Dash blushed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch had never been called dope by mah playas other than her muthafathas before, n' it felt good. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Dash flew up ta Thundy n' hugged his muthafuckin ass. Now - dis wasn't a regular hug. Thundy had hugged Dash before, n' dis was definitely different.
"Yo, before I open tha door, sorry fo' tha wack vehicle. Its all I could git on short notice." Dash frowned n' pushed past Thundy n' opened tha door. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Before her was suttin' dat freaky freaky biatch had never peeped before. Dash turned around, n' before dat thugged-out biiiatch could say anything, tha pimpin' muthafucka holla'd at her what tha fuck it was. "Its a Ferrari California. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Since dis be a gangbangin' fanfic, I gots tha lyricist ta add one in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Its modified fo' ponies, n' straight-up ruins any immersion a reader somehow gots from tha story.
"Cool! But, how tha fuck do we make it move?"
Once Dash n' Thundy arrived all up in tha school, hey both gots outta tha car, n' laughed they way up ta tha main entrance. Dash stopped abruptly, n' so did Thundy. "Whats wack skittles?"
Dash looked at Thundy. "Wont you turn back tha fuck into Streak?"
Thundy looked all up in tha entrance. "Only one way ta smoke up!" And Thundy dove tha fuck into tha school, without transforming. "Yo dawwwwg! peep that!" Dash laughed n' ran tha fuck into tha school, n' they both ran ta tha dizzle floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuRespin - rainboom connection ckin ass. Some pretty phat noize was playing, n' Thundy turned ta Dash.
"May I have dis dance?" Thundy looked at Dash, hesitantly waitin fo' his ass ta gotta drag her onto tha dizzle floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. But instead Dash looked at Thunder n' holla'd "Yo ass may."
Author's Note
Once again, big thanks to DE_K
He put my story through a generator, and got this.
Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!
Sorry for no links, my computer is lagging like a biatch, I'm getting a new one in a few days doe.
