Romancing Rainbow

The flare of the morning sun finds its way into your firmly shut eyes. The heat of the day has begun to build and the rays from the celestial ball of flame tingle your face. You groan, shift, realize way too late where you are and slip out of the sofa. You curse in mutters and attempt to straighten your slouched form out as best you can. You end up upside-down on the floor. You recognize the dirt and the gaudy carpet. Home. You roll over and feel a slight headache. How much did you drink last night?

Some of it comes back to you like lightning from a clear sky. Rainbow Dash. Your eyes widen and you get up, first on your arms, easy enough. Then you attempt to stand and almost fall over. That sofa sure isn't something to sleep on. You ponder the situation as you try to puzzle together last night in your head. Why in all the world did you sleep on the sofa, were you really drunk enough not to find the bed?

Another flash, you spring to wobbly legs as your eyes remain wider than ever. Could it be because the bed is occupied? Occupied by your sweet, sweet sky-blue date? You take a step toward the bedroom door, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. Nervous for her being in there, or nervous for an empty bed?

You take a deep breath and put your hand against the slightly ajar door. A careful push, you peek inside. You stand motionless and breathless for a good minute. She is there, sprawled across the bed on her back. Wings ruffled and spread, rainbow mane even more messy than usual. You hold your breath and watch until you start to feel creepy. She is adorable, it gives you brutal butterflies in your stomach.

You take a step back and flick the door closed. You have to prop yourself up against the wall and breathe in deep to calm your swimming head. It reminds you again of the consumption of ciders last night. You have to find out what happened, how it worked out, why she is here. So many questions, so many answers you want and so many you do not want.

You make your way over to your tiny bathroom and stare at your face in the mirror for a while. You got this far, why have any doubts now? An unsure grin for yourself, you turn away and busy yourself with getting clean. What feels like an eternity later, you step out from the now steaming room after a lengthy shower. The small cottage remains quiet. No, wait, you hear a faint noise.

Tip-toeing over to the bedroom door again, you peek inside to find Rainbow snoring. A very light noise, mostly that of soft breaths. It is probably due to her sleeping on her back with her head tilted. The adorable sight hits you again like a speeding train. Even the sound is like music in the otherwise deathly quiet.

You rummage around for some clean, or at least semi-clean, clothes. After dressing, you step into the kitchen. Or kitchenette as it is simply one of the walls of the living room. Something for breakfast and something to greet Dash with. You haven't made breakfast for someone other than yourself in what, years?

You suppress a chuckle as you prance back and forth amongst your modest kitchenwares. It is far from every day you eat out and with a brilliant produce market just a short stroll off, there is always something fresh to whip up at home.

You nod slowly to yourself as your fairly impressive, colourful, vegetarian breakfast stands ready. Now comes the real hard part. Waking the sleeping angel in your bed.

Walking with held-back purpose, you open the door to your bedroom without peeking this time. Fully planned-out in your mind what you want to say, you take a deep breath and put on a smile. Only to be completely shot down as Rainbow greets you with a cute grunt, already sitting up and rubbing her eyes weakly with both hooves.

“Morning, Anon...”

She nearly whispers the words while you reel from the cute-gasm. You steady yourself and almost regain your composure. Then the next blow comes. Rainbow slowly lurches forward and stands on all fours for a moment, stretching lithely, like a cat. Her wings spread, flap once and then fold. She looks up to you under heavy eyelids.

You swallow and nod once, feeling your brain is now more scrambled than when you woke up.

“Good morning, Rainbow.”

She offers a tied smile and shifts on the bed so that she can sit on the edge. She pokes at the hooves of her hind legs absent-mindedly. You are about to stammer out something about breakfast when she looks up once again and speaks.

“I couldn't guess you'd dance like that with those freakish hooves you call “feet”.”

You are near panic, did you hurt her? No, there is no memory of that. She spots your confusion and grins sharply.

“It was the cider, eh? Well, lifeguard-boy, you almost danced me all across town.”

She stands up slowly and stretches once more. A heavenly sight to behold once more.

“Thanks... I've never really had a good partner before...”

You speak extremely slowly and she lets out a very short giggle as she steps closer to you. She puts her hoof against your chest and trails it downwards while looking up.

“And this time you got someone awesome.”

You look into her still not fully open eyes and give her a sweet smile.

“Yes, Dash, you are awesome.”

You hook one arm around her. She looks expectant for a moment but you dare not go further. She notices you aren't going anywhere with the embrace so she simply stands there for a moment, close to you. Finally, her impatient side takes over.

“So, what are we doing today?”

She leans back a little, you feel her very slight weight on your arm. It feels good.

“Well, I made breakfast... That's a start.”

Rainbow raises one brow and gives you that typical “oh, really?” look. Although, it soon fades and is replaced by curiosity.

“Don't stall, let's have a look!”

She giggles as she slips your soft grip easily. Before you can even turn around, you hear her from the kitchenette.

“Oh, Anon, I didn't know you were some kinda chef!”

You huff and walk over to her with a goofy grin.

“Oh come on, it's too early for mockery.”

Rainbow looks up, already with a mouthful of salad.

“No, really, this is great.”

She speaks without swallowing and it makes you laugh softly. So, she likes your cooking. That's another step in the right direction. You sit down opposite her by the tiny table. The tiny chairs are fairly uncomfortable but you usually just hang out in the sofa. No need to suggest such a thing now as Rainbow is busy ravaging the salad with obvious hunger. You manage to choke down a few sandwiches and two glasses of your almost-tasty vegetable juice. At least that gunk is great for hangovers.

Done, Rainbow leans back and stretches both forelegs over her head.

“Thanks, Anon, I needed that.”

You smile sheepishly and put down your empty glass.

“My pleasure, Dash, hope you slept well, too.”

She puts her forelegs down and rolls her shoulders a few times.

“Your bed isn't a cloud... But it smells like you...”

She puts on a sultry look.

“... So I slept like a baby.”

You swallow hard. So many things are washed away from your chaotic mind. She is openly and mercilessly flirting. You did do things right.

“Perhaps next time, I'll join you...”

You start, only to soon add something more as along with her bedroom eyes, a grin creeps onto her face.

“... The sofa is murder to sleep on.”

She laughs, a short bark, though she keeps her seductive expression.

“That's the only reason, hm?”

Another hard swallow. She is enjoying torturing you like this and you know it but there is no stopping it now, you fell head over heels into the trap. Not that you'd like to avoid that kind of trap to begin with. It is just hard to think, just as... Well, forever.

Pony romance is eating at your very soul and it is making your heart race, your cheeks burn and your entire being tingle.

“I mean, I... I really find you attractive, Rainbow...”

You croak out the words in some kind of desperation, yet again feeling like you are about to faint. Like some 14-year-old schoolgirl. You simply stare dumbly at Dash as if in a trance when she leans over the table to give you a peck on the cheek.

Your blush is total and you feel like the world's luckiest fool as she pulls back. You just suggested you'd share the bed and the answer was the softest kiss you'd ever felt. You are no longer a man, you are a quivering jar of love-jelly.

Dash stands up and looks around.

“I'm gonna take a shower, 'kay?”

You nod multiple times and remain quiet. She gives you another beautiful smile and trots off towards the bathroom. You sit quiet and still for quite some time, listening to the shower. Eventually, you get up and tear through the kitchenette, cleaning up and putting things away.

When Rainbow finally comes out of the shower, you are sitting in the sofa. Fiddling with the wiring for your bought-used sound-system. Pony technology is a tricky one, very mixed in apparent age and appliance. You tilt your head up and steal a long, perhaps too-intense look at Rainbow. She is wrapped in what you guess only a towel. Her still-wet mane in a mess down her slender neck and sides of her face. She giggles and waves a hoof at you.

“Got any clean shirts... Or something?”

You nod while biting your lower lip slightly.

“Check my closet, in there...”

You motion towards your bedroom with a wire-filled hand. Rainbow goes off into the bedroom. You put the device down and gather yourself. The thought of Dash in one of your shirts flares in your head. A simple pleasure but arousing none the less. Your mind wanders to places of lust once again. Would she wear yesterday's underwear? Yours is surely too big. Would she not wear any at all?

Just as your brain is firing at its most rapid, Rainbow appears in the doorway to the bedroom. She is wearing one of your t-shirts. Your custom human-style and human-size clothing far too big for her. One of her shoulders is poking out from the neck-hole and the entire thing is like a big tunic for her. You feel your heart skip a beat and your ears burn hot.

Her own clothes yesterday and even the bikini was hot. This is... Well, more like lava. You sit quiet and apparently stare quite intently as she saunters over to you. You are entirely certain the movements of her hips is accented by her. More seduction. You feel like you are about to pass out.

Rainbow flops down on the couch, as close to you as ever. She pulls her hind legs up and lays her head against your shoulder. You do your best to look forward but cannot. Her tight little body simply radiates your every fantasy.

You attempt to speak but just manage some kind of wheezing “heh”. This seems enough for Dash as she answers with a cute, soft humming sound. You take heart and lift your arm, laying it around her as her head now lays against your chest. You two sit like this for a good few minutes, her wet mane soaking into your clothes. She is warm, she is soft. She is tight and she smells delicious. Well, she did before the shower as well.

She nuzzles up against you some more and appears to listen for a moment. You cannot see her face when she speaks but you can pretty much hear her grin in her voice.

“Your heart beats like crazy.”

She remains like that for a while. You can think of nothing to say, as per usual. Finally, she shifts to look up to you.

“Beats for me?”

You nod, once. She says nothing more, she simply looks satisfied. She closes her eyes and settles against you once more.

You let her presence wash over you and keep you completely entranced. This moment could last forever and it would never be a waste of the time it took. You put both your hands on her and hold her close. You listen to her breathing. You feel her tight little body be comfortable against your fairly chiselled frame. You twine your fingers in her slowly drying mane and marvel at its softness.

Time loses meaning. Your mind begins to settle. She doesn't care how awkward you are around her. She seems to like doing most of the talking. She is bold, she is beautiful, she is anything you'd ever wished for. In this moment and the moments before. She is perfect.

Your mind wanders, in a different light. This place, this destiny, it seems different now. You imagine a life with the sky-blue pegasus. You try not to stray too far mentally and imagine all the good, pleasant things of new love.

Finally, your mind lands on something more basic than the wondrous concept of love. You breathe in deeply through your nose, close your eyes and visualize it. Sexual intercourse. It could be done. It can be done. It will be done.

You grit your teeth for a short moment, opening your eyes and looking to Dash. Your body has begun stirring in a certain area and you do not wish for her to notice. Everything is embarrassing enough. No matter how good it is going.

“Dash...”

You whisper. She stirs, soon shifting to look up to your face once again.

“Yeah?”

What in all the hells did you plan after that? Nothing, of course. You are back to being master-airhead. You stammer something unintelligible and Rainbow picks up on it all instantly. She shifts, sits up a bit more and brings her face very close to yours. Her big, beautiful eyes are pretty much burning holes in the side of your head before you turn to look at her.

“Yeees, Anon, dear?”

She speaks with a very mocking tone. Somehow, it relaxes you.

“Wanna watch a movie or something?”

You manage the words fairly well. You observe her for a desperate second. She pulls a face but then just laughs and drags her hoof softly across your chest.

“You know what, I'd love to watch a movie.”

You lick your lips in thought for a second, then shift ever so carefully to get up. Rainbow leans back and pretty much strikes a pose. Sexy, mixing mockery and seduction on her face. You scramble off the sofa and step across the room to your horrendously outdated Ponytech TV. This place has a sporadic view on television broadcasting and most films made are only viewed in cinemas or in gatherings on special occasions. The everyday broadcast simply never took off.

That did not stop some clever ponies from dreaming up and, part magically, construct some manner of video recorder. You fumble through your meagre collection of tapes. Pony cinema was or perhaps still is a difficult thing to get into but as with any film industry, there is always something that comes out interesting.

Pony action flicks are a definite favourite. Lots of adventure and intricate fights. Less emphasis on violence and more speed-filled acrobatics. You recall something in the muddled conversation from last night that Rainbow likes both speed and acrobatics. She does seem like the target audience of these kind of films. You stop debating with yourself of what to pick and hold up two fairly worn tapes.

“Uh... Operation Thundercloud... or Fly Hard 3?”

Dash shines up, in fact, her entire body perks up. She sits cross-legged, hooves down in her lap with wings slowly unfolding.

“You've got Fly Hard 3? I haven't seen that one... Since, like, junior flight camp.”

Her sunny grin pierces your heart like a wicked spear of awesome. You nod and pop the tape into the ragged old corder. A bit of finicking and holding the right buttons for a very specific amount of time, the dusty thing sputters to life.

You move over to sit down and Rainbow reaches out for your arm and hugs it closely. She pulls you down into the sofa and cuddles up to you as the intro begins playing.

“You're a real treasure, Anon, this is gonna make me nostalgia so hard.”

Cheesy rock music, even for your human ears. You recall the 80's and early 90's action from your world and realize you've seen this pony flick almost as many times as you saw certain Schwarzenegger movies. Now you aren't even alone. This is going to be a good time.

The plot is pretty standard, just with a whole lot less drugs, guns and terrible innuendos than your average human flick. You aren't entirely paying attention to the screen though, you are far more interested in the pegasus on your arm. She squeezes your arm lightly when stuff happens in the film. She cheers at certain things and looks to you with sparkling eyes when you randomly blurt out some quote for a one-liner that happens all too often in these kind of movies.

More than halfway through the rather lengthy adventure, you notice her glancing up at you more frequently. Finally, your eyes meet with a long, longing glance. You know the time has come. The electricity coming off the action scene on screen is nothing to the electricity between you two.

You lean in. Never so sure about anything before in your life. You see her eyes close slowly and her lips pucker. You let your free hand wander up her back and into her mane. Your lips meet. Careful at first, you grab her head softly and soon deepen the kiss. Pull back just slightly, no need to end it yet. Your lips meet again, a little more intensity. Gentle pecking for a moment, then you part your lips. She feels it, she does the same. Your tongue reaches for hers and she meets it.

A quick touch of the very tips of your tongues. She lets out a short, huffing pant. Then she takes it on herself to take the step. She lets her tongue dance with yours, deepening the kiss significantly. Your grip of her tightens slightly and she presses herself against you, now embracing more than just your arm.

The action on the TV is now simply forgotten background-noise. You tangle with each other for some time. Breaking kisses, diving back in. Passionate, exploring and even a bit sloppy. Finally, you both pull back and look at each other. She licks her lips with a deep blush riding her cheeks. You take a deep breath and remain almost completely still, definitely not wanting to release her from your grip.

She blinks slowly a few times and smiles, a sweet, sweet smile.

“Anon... We're missing the movie.”

You do not even turn your head, yet you loosen your grip slightly. She shifts in her seat to half look at the television, half cuddle up against you. Close. So close. You both remain still for the reminder of the movie. You are much quieter than before but you do crack the odd quote and revel in the sound of her giggling as you do.

When the film is over, Dash rubs the top of your chest with her hoof and nuzzles her cute little snout just under your jaw.

“That was awesome, Anon... I liked the intermission, too.”

Your hand searches across her back, ruffling the feathers of her wings with your arm. You finally find the top of her tail and twine your fingers in the rainbow mess.

“I'm glad I found one you liked so much.”

You feel her lips on your neck as you speak. You grin uncontrollably. If yesterday was the best day ever, what is today? There cannot be a scale for these things.

“Sitting still for this long... Gets me all stiff...”

She murmurs the words and begins to shift. Before you know it, she has slithered out of your grip once more and positioned herself on top of you. She sits on your lap, facing you.

“What do you say we just go outside for a while, clear our heads and get the blood pumping.”

She raises a brow and puts on a quirky look.

“Then maybe we can find some chow, come back here and ignore another movie, hm?”

Your face flushes, your expression says everything. Yes, yes of course. You'd do anything for that.

“I, uh... I got energy for anything.”

She leans in and kisses your cheek, then suddenly leaps up, wings aflutter and shakes her head. Her mane falls back into place, well, almost, as before it got wet. She gracefully lands after the very short flight and grins for you. You shuffle to your feet without words and look her up and down.

“You want some... Other clothes or something?”

Rainbow looks down to herself.

“Oh, yeah... This is so comfy, I forgot I was wearing it.”

Her grinning face fixes on you again.

“I'll just slip into my stuff from yesterday, they aren't too nasty”

She steps off towards the bedroom, looking back to you over her shoulder. She speaks with a singing voice.

“No peeking!”

A giggle accents her words and she hardly even closes the door after herself.

You stand in the same spot she left you. Your head is more clear now although there is a million things raging inside of you. What will happen, how will you get there? Like a leashed hunting dog smelling its prey, you want to howl and run around. Also like a nervous teenage boy, you dream up poems of undying love.

While you are standing around feeling silly about yourself, Dash re-enters the room in the same top and trashed jeans from last night. An admirably simple and, at least to you, very attractive attire. You step over to her and offer her your arm. She looks at it and snickers.

“Alright, then. Mr. White knight, let's go for a pleasant little stroll.”

Her mocking tone is back, her presence and posture is too. You don't have to say anything as she takes your arm and lets you lead.

Outside is swept in the pleasant shade of summer afternoon, there is a soft breeze and the scent of flowers is different at this hour. It never ceases to amaze you how well-kept this nature is. Plenty of ponies around with green thumbs. Or hooves as it were.

You two walk along, arm-in-arm, hoof-in-hand. Rainbow seems pleased with your wide strides as she gets to work a bit to keep up. There is a great big smile on her face all along. She greets a few ponies you meet, the smile never leaving her face. You two turn heads and Rainbow squeezes your arm a bit harder every time you do. Your mind races, your heart beats. Boyfriend-girlfriend scenario already? Why not?

You were never one for excessive attention, still, you aren't one to back down either. Rainbow on the other hand seems to be practically glowing just being seen with you like this. After quite the walk, halfway through and around the town, she stops you and steps up before you.

“This is a bit less hardcore than what I usually do for exercise but I guess today is... Different... In so many ways.”

She looks to the side, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. When her gaze returns to you, she is smiling yet again.

“Let's get some pizza, ciders-to-go and see about Operation Thundercloud, hm?”

You cannot but to answer her smile. A non-activity and more alone-time with Dash? You thought she'd never ask.

“Pizza and cider sounds like a plan right about now.”

Rainbow squeaks softly and grasps your arm again, pretty much turning on the spot. She then starts marching back almost exactly the way you came. Another round across Ponyville to show off the new, odd, cute couple.