Tsundere

Is It easy introducing yourself to a new pony? No. It wasn't easy being a victim of sexual frustration with your favorite animal, either. This case, however, was a different scenario.

It was half past noon before the sun dove down in her eyes, her being Rainbow Dash. Their eyes rolled up as a hot urge to rub against something burst from her groin. Rainbow coloration littered the sky in a lazy, inebriated rainbow as the mare crashed before her destination. Fluttershy's cottage became a distant pipe-dream as dense branches and stinging thorns nicked away at Rainbow Crash. Her incessant views on wearing no protective gear got the best of her. Not only did she pay with a lack of protective undergarments due to rumors of changelings infecting the Everfree, but also her pure, undisturbed coat. It was all ruffled before. But never scarred and torn in parts scattered. Poor Rainbow raised after their thousand-year tumble into wild shrubbery.

'Itchy', she observed in some sassy groan. Pains numerous and innumerable assaulted her athletic anatomy. Each, cautious step slowed to a crawl as she searched the area. Rainbow Dash skirted about in a half-prance as often as injury allowed. Where was it, she scrambled in her mind. Where was that accursed parcel. The shape was rather oval or somewhere close. It was no use. Too much of the wrapping blended with each dirty texture beneath her hooves. Instead, her fruitless search transitioned into finding the cottage. Dash reared up to take flight. A sharp spring of stabbing nerves struck her avian members. It was then little Rainbow screamed her shrillest note toward whatever cruel forces wrote her life. And with a ripple in the ocean came other ripples. Her first instinct was to muffle her lips. The other proved more useful. Their ears, twitching anxiously in perception, found eldritch feedback. Swine-like cries, serpentine hisses and chanting of 'nar, nar' rung true in her eardrums.

She found the chants of some, alien language to be most horrifying. Some twisted abomination of nature could be outwitted. A savage, which she knew from all the old movies and books about the spear-throwing jungle men and harbour-city fishmen, was the most dangerous game. So she took her health and chose to rush toward any shelter possible. In her panic, the pegasus slipped and slid over some unique substance between her and Fluttershy's familiar meat-scented chimney scents. The impact itself did no more harm than a mean word from some street drunk. All her effort seemed to pay off. Before she felt the familiar consistency of changeling pod fluid over her mane. It only took one, slow glance up to show tens and dozens of them waiting. In pods for the most part, but some awoken and guarding their slumbering hivemates. Five. There were five, her mind raced, it slower than her wounded gallop. It was no contest. Rainbow was done for. She screamed for Fluttershy's name and nearly stopped her assailants. But they pursued on buzzing, insectoid speed and hunger. Each one toted a slick ovipositor from the end of their abdomen, it being far too thin to hurt but too oily to block out. If only Applejack were there. If only Rainbow hadn't succumb to sleep and arousal for that one, split second. Another decisive moment struck her as a sudden window bludgeoned their muzzle. Down came crashing the frame and woodwork. Down came her final bits of effort as the oncoming drone of... drones encircled her eardrums. Before she went black, one sight endured for just a little longer. Something with two, inequine legs and skin like porcelain shocked her right to black. Before she got a good look, something dense hit her nose. The last sight happened to be teeth splayed into one, wolfish grin. Fangs and all.

Before she knew it, little Sally was groggy, tucked in and full of tuckered musculature. Their cyan coat stayed stuck in isolated patches around the belly and forelegs. She smacked her lips and perked up, only using her head, eyes and ears.

Before she could react, someone spoke. The voice was comparable to a murmur in terms of volume. And it's integral movements were akin to somepony talking about childhood trauma. Each syllable and emphasis stuck to the silence. It seemed mesmerizing in pitch and register. Girlish. Mature. Feminine.

"Hello. You're finally awake. I took care to stitch some injuries near your shoulder cuffs. The wing-based ones were annoying, too. So I put gauze on the supportive bases and employed some biodegradable microsponges in your open wounds." The human thing explained, drawing confused, heavy brows from her patient.

Her first voluntary response was to cover her loins with tail hair. The second was to back up and ask what the heck this thing was. There were black, tribal markings all over its legs, back and arms. Jagged geometries and little, skeletal fish adorned the human thing's biceps, triceps and forearms. And over the hands were wraps of some unimportant material. The only normal thing about them was their greyed, bubblegum pink hair. And the grey-blue eyes, which had irises constantly shrunken. Rainbow almost asked her name before glancing eye-height (for a pony) and finding... a flaccid penis.

"Uh... Why are you so weird? And where did you learn how to fix a pony up? And where the hay is Fluttershy?" Sally huffed, confused in almost every way shape and form.

"Oh, you mean the shy yellow pony? I stumbled onto her cottage a few minutes ago. Or... ten minutes ago. She just ran away yelling 'Human! Human!' So there's a chance she fled into town or the like. And, I don't know. Of course I'm weird. I'm a girl with a dick. Doesn't get much weirder than that. I used to work as a veterinarian. Until I got too antsy with the horses, anyway."

Hm. Such good answers. Rainbow Dash almost let her guard down. Almost. Their mind raced with theoretical scenarios and all kinds of lethal endings to their little conversation. Her wings were always ready to spring. So, the pegasus suggested they walk to town together, both with comfortable distance toward one another.

They started with more conversation. That sporty pegasus punk did it first.

"So... What's your name, anyway? And how do you know mine?" She almost muttered, not used to talking with something on two legs.

"Oh, my name's Lilith. Uh, Lilith Coldharbour. Weird name, I know, but this is how you're named where I come from. As for knowing your name? We have TV shows about you where I come from."

"Okay... What? No, I... What- oh forget it. Just don't talk about that with me, okay?" They huffed, already just watching what they asked from then on.

Ah, silence. What a wonderful time to be exposed and alone with some penis girl thing. Was there ever any doubt Rainbow was the luckiest pony in Equestria. They crawled about subjects like crippled snails, one side being too patient to force a chat and one being to anxious or shy. Rainbow Dash was surprised at one thing. Why did she have to be anxious. The bipedal thing should've been nervous. Weren't they a fish out of water in Equestria. Wasn't it unnatural to move without a herd or a squadron. A sudden halt drove the absentminded Rainbow Dash muzzle-first against her friend's ass. An instant squeak and voice crack erupted out her quivering lips. When her friend spoke, it was soft-spoken and heavy. Their left hand balled into a fist, followed by both legs bending for combat. As she observed, the mare glanced elsewhere hot in her cheeks.

"Rainbow. Is Ponyville usually this empty...?" Lilith inquired, holding her right hand up with some rigid, firm posture.

"N-no, it's not. But nothing special is happening today. Well, nothing dangerous ya know? It's almost Egg Day so all the town went to help Canterlot organize good hiding spots. But maybe... Twilight's still here. Let's go see her and- wait..."

The changelings. It hit her just then. Where did they all go.

"Wait what...?"

Her instinct said run or give herself up. She couldn't fight. And the running part was... most unsavory, as the offering option. What could she do but calm down and approach Lilith with simple, non-ulterior questions. So, she asked in semi-trembles and feigned casualness, each inquiry starting with a look away.

"So... what happened to the changelings from earlier? I just kind of passed out while you were grinning."

"Oh, that...? Well I just took them down and tired them out. It's easy once you get a sleeper's hold or a doggystyle. And I was grinning because I was embarrassed. Not easy having a boner on your first introduction, right?" The futa shrugged, splaying her teeth into that same, fanged expression.

"So that hard thing that hit my nose..." Rainbow muttered, a royal beet in her cheeks.

She galloped off toward Fluttershy's and didn't look back.

"Rainbow? Where you going?!" Her friend called out.

"Nowhere! Just Twilight's house! Now leave me alone, you creep!"

"What...?!" Lilith called in pursuit.

"I said you're a creep! You're a creepy creep and you put your thing on my nose! Ew!" Rainbow half-shrieked, briefly glancing forward to see a familiar door.

That was when it all went black again. So much for dazzling.

Author's Note

Skip to the 12th chapter if you don't want lighthearted romance. Just be warned that this story requires a happy introduction for the full experience.