Returning a Favor

by Geoice

Rating: teen
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Rainbow Dash, Comedy, Spike, Slice of Life, Human
Length: 13323

Lately he hasn't really spent much time with me in years as he use to. Often I find myself talking to an empty room with out him. It's been way too long since we did anything together so tonight I'm going to do something. And if he doesn't want to I'

Okay so when we were younger my brother would never leave me alone and follow me around like a lost puppy all the time. Well being his awesome older sister who can blame him. Though I got sick of it and told him to back off, but him being a little kid at the time he didn't listen to me at all. He was so annoying.

Well he was.....

It seems that I did finally get my wish after all. Now I think I might....no, I know I didn't really mean that. Lately he hasn't really spent much time with me in years as he use to. Often times I find myself talking to an empty room with out him. It's been way too long since we did anything together, so tonight we're going to do something. And if he doesn't want to I'll force him.

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Spike is the younger brother of Rainbow Dash not Twilight. They are human and they are in a similar lifestyle as teen living with their parents.

Third person point of view told in present tense.

Limited gore does not pertaining to the main character nor what actually happen to them.

Atrist: http://sakuranoruu.deviantart.com

Written for the Fifth SpikeDash Competition: Alternate Universes.

Published 2016-02-17 05:00:04 UTC
Last updated 2016-02-17 05:00:04 UTC

Weam Heart

Spike hums peacefully to himself over a hot plate stove, heating a medium pot of sweet milk. He stirs the white liquid around the metal container, allowing it to heat evenly so that none would stick to the bottom, nor let it bubble over, at just the right speed. Grinning to himself, satisfied that it was warm enough, he grabs the most important ingredient of the night: homemade ground cocoa mix, his own recipe.

He takes scoops from the jar into the pot, stirring the mix eagerly, waiting for its pleasure to come his way. Not the type that smells nice, but the kind that feels good going down his throat.

It was a weird pleasure to him. Of the days old, standing up on a stool, and with wooden spoon in claw, he would stir the hot cocoa, looking out the window which displayed a beautiful array of stars illuminating the night. Some would like to relax on days like these; others read books or play video games.

As for Spike, he found his peace in stirring hot cocoa on cold days then, the same as now. Something that he never did outgrow… The same with his pink apron.

Nowadays, the young teen didn’t require a stool anymore to stir the pot. Nor did he struggle to reach over it. In the past he had his fair share of ordeals, trying to reach the top of many counters he came across, or the books on high shelves he had to get on a daily basis. He always needed a ladder every time Twilight needed something when he came over. For normal people, it would’ve become quite the hassle having to go up and down a twenty-foot ladder fifty times at a time to satisfy her needs. Even if there was a team of twenty, they would never reach the majesty of the time Spike took to get his work done. Though it was still quite a workout for a drake his age at the time, not to mention the workouts he does regularly with his sister. Well...not as regular as it used to be.

Things had changed a lot since the growth for the teen, standing higher than most friends his age thanks to a recent growth spurt. Though for those older than him, he came shy up to their shoulders, if not chin level. It was better for him with the new height, especially since how much some of his closest friends were so compelled to hug him. Namely, the ones that got overly excited when he's around. Pressing the issues with hormones of his own in his pre-teen years, suffering from massive cases of agonizing boob suffocation daily. Not the best time to be around a certain cake-loving pink girl when puberty hit. Innocent as it was then, it became a guilty pleasure over time, even now when they pressed on his back or anywhere else on his body for that matter

But the stars were still as bright as they were then. That is, if you can see past several clusters of snow clouds raging all across the sky, then it’s pretty bright up there.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Spike whipped his head to the door.

“Hello?” Came the voice. “Spike?”

Spike knew who the voice belonged to. ‘Rainbow Dash?’ he thought. Putting the wooden spoon over the pot, he left the kitchen, making his way to answer the door.

Turning the knob and throwing the door back revealed a shivering Rainbow Dash covered from head to toe in snow..

“Rainbow… what’s up?” Spike inquired calmly, ushering her into the house and closing the door after her.

“Brr,” Rainbow rubbed her hands under her armpits trying to warm herself up. “Thanks for the save, Spike.” She looked around the empty house, then turned her head to Spike. “Where’s mom and dad?”

“Out for the night,” Spike replied. “It’s just you and me tonight, possibly for tomorrow morning if the weather doesn't let up. Anything I can help you with?”

“Uh, yeah.” She turns to the teen drake, shivering in her damp, snow-covered clothes. “Do you think you can warm up something warm to drink? The cold weather made my wings all stiff, making it almost impossible for me to get home. I barely managed to get to the front steps.”

“Sure, thats alright,” Spike smiled warmly. “I could really use the company, actually. I’m stirring up some hot cocoa, want some?”

“Anything that could save my butt from freezing off would be great,” Dash said, still rubbing her hands together for warmth.

“Wouldn’t want that to happen, now would we?” Spike chuckles, walking back towards the kitchen. “It’s almost done, I’ll bring some mugs.”

“Thanks, Spike!” Rainbow replied as she entered the living room, plopping down on the couch, kicking off her shoes and stretching out her limbs. After popping some of her joints the athlete lets out a loud moan as she sets her feet on top of a nearby coffee table. Still freezing despite the warmth of the house, she shivers in her damp clothes, folding her arms in each other under her chest. “Do you happen to have little marshmallows? If you do can you please put some in?, Don’t hold back!”

“Alright! It’s no problem at all,” Spike called from the kitchen. “Is there anything you want to do? It looks like the weather isn’t getting any better anytime soon, so we might be here a while.”

“How about a movie?”

“Hmm…” Spike ponders, coming into the room with a tray, “What movie do you have in mind?” he asked. Dash ceased her rubbing as Spike handed her a mug, drinking it immediately. “To be frank, I don’t really know too many movie titles, being more of a book person myself.”

Rainbow licks her lips, satisfied with the warm beverage, “Yeah, an egghead of a brother, I might say. You spend way too much time with Twilight; I swear you could be passed off for her brother.”

“Well, I’m adopted, so deal with it,” Spike said bluntly, “So, any ideas on what to watch?”

“Well…” Rainbow paused, taking a sip of her warm beverage before smacking her lips. “You’re in luck, I was just on my way with an awesome movie I got right before the weather got bad.” She smirks, “That is, if you can handle it.”

“What do you mean, I can handle anything!” Spike states, taking his seat next to her. “I had to deal with you since we were little every morning till dawn for the past fourteen years! Not to mention all the night raids you pulled on me! What’s the movie, I’ll watch it no matter what!” Spike puffs out his chest, looking at his sister with full confidence.

“Is that so?” She grins as she reaches underneath her wing. “Well, I hope you’re ready for the most scary night of your life, because tonight, the great Rainbow Dash has brought on to you ‘Attack of the Colossal Weasel’! She says, whipping out the case in front of the teen’s face. The cover itself was enough to wipe away all doubt in the drake. “Uncensored, includes all the delete sense, and all the horror and gore.”

“No way!” Spike says, snatching the case out of her hand. “I’ve been wanting to see this since forever,” he says excitedly. Then the happy smile droops into a frown, “But Twilight said I’m still too young to watch it.” Spike slumps into the cushion. “As for a lot of other things I’m too young for...”

After this hearing this, Rainbow raised her brow, “What in the hay are talking about? You're like, what, 15 now? Of course you’re old enough.”

“Well, that's not what mom thinks ether,” Spike said as he slipped deeper into the cushion.

Dash stares at the him with disgust, “Oh, no!” She said, standing on her knees on the cushion, causing Spike to jerk back. “I say that you are old enough, and we are watching this together!”

Spike stares wide-eyed, “But Twilight said…”

Dash hushes his lips with her palm over his mouth. Spike looks at Dash confused. She displays a innocent sisterly smile to her younger brother... one that would usually mean sweetness. Though sweet wasn’t really the word Spike would use, nor would the word would apply at all to her, knowing all too well what it meant inside her. To him, that smile meant that he’s about to meet all sorts of new definitions of pain of considerable size. Even though the book itself has been brought to him numerous times before, she has never failed to introduce forms of pain that he could never escape. The kind of pain only an older sister can give that has, unfortunately, been so given to the single most athletic girl he has ever known in his life. Even though he has grown taller in recent years, she still towered over him by an entire foot. Also counting that she was stronger then him, odds were against him entirely.

“Listen to me Spike,” She says, poking his chest with her finger, “Twilight isn’t here, understand?” She said between her teeth, Spike nodding. “She is not you sister, I am, GOT IT?” She whispered with a venomous hiss, and Spike nods again. “We are going to watch this movie together in your room TONIGHT. What happens in there stays in there, Twilight doesn’t have to know that you watched it, nor will I tell her. What we do in there is between you and me. YOU HEAR ME?”

“Uwa…” Spike muffes under her hand, “Why in my room? Can’t we watch it in here where it’s warm? I mean, really, the TV is right there,” Spike whimpers, gesturing to said television.
Staring back into the angry teen’s eyes, “There’s no need to- ah ahh ahhh!” Spike howls in pain as Dash twists his ear.

“Sorry, I don’t think I heard you correctly, can you repeat that for me? I thought I heard a question,” She twists his ear again with all her might, as he struggles under her grip in squirming pain. “Now, what was that you said?” She removes her hand from his mouth holding her iron grip on his ear.

“I...I...I’d love to watch the movie with you, sis,” Spike laughs softly, holding on the wrist twisting his ear. “I’ll get some snacks for us and some blankets. And while I’m at it, how does three big bottles of apple cider sounds to ya.”

“Hm…” Rainbow ponders for a bit, easing the grip on his ear. “That does sound satisfying with a horror movie. How did you get that?”

“Oh, that,” Spike chuckles, “While I was with Applejack two months ago, I scored a lot of them while helping her out on the farm and- Ahhhhhhhhhh.” Spike screeched having both ears twisted with even greater force.

“There you go again!” Rainbow hissed. She leaps off the teen’s body, groaning in frustration, “Just get those snacks ready and in your room. I need to change anyways, and I expect you have everything ready by then, GOT IT!?”

“Okay… whatever you say” Spike said, laying on his back twitching in pain. “Anything else you want me to do?”

Rainbow glared at him briefly with cold eyes, “Yeah, and take off that pink apron when you’re done. You can’t be wearing that while watching the movie. Besides, where did you even get that, anyways?”

“Oh, this,” Spike sat up rubbing his ears. “Pinkie gave it to me years ago, remember? She said it was important to keep clean while…” he stops, looking into her mischevious eyes. She looks indeed deeply displeased.

He gulps, “Load of snacks coming right up.” Jumping off the couch, the teen runs past Dash, leaving a strong breeze behind blowing some of hair in the air. “I’ll have it in a jiffy!”

“Yeah,” She growls, “that’s what I thought you said.” Dash then left to her room, slamming the door behind her.

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Ten minutes later
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“Okay; three bowls of popcorn? Check. Ten bottles of cider for me and Dash? Check. Blankets to keep us warm? Check. Any other high fatty junk food that Dash likes? Check.” Spike said, finishing the check for the third time. “That oughta do it, if I say so myself,” Spike smiles pridefully. “I really hope this is enough to make it up to her, for whatever it is that I did.” Then a loud banging sound came from his door, causing him to nearly jump right out of his skin.

“Hey, is everything ready or what!?” Rainbow yells from behind the door. “It better be if you know what's good for you!”

“Oh, uh… yeah, just about!” Spike replies, looking left to right, making sure everything was in place.

“You better be out of that damn apron!”

Spike looks down, seeing that he still had his apron on, ‘Crap!’ He quickly removes the cloth, scampering around the room trying to find a place to hide it.

“Crap, crap, crap, crap! Balls of crap, piles of crap!”

“What are you doing in there?” Dash called impatiently, “I’m not waiting for you anymore, I’m coming in!” She open the door slightly only to have it slam closed by Spike. “Hey, what gives!?”

“Uh...give me a minute,” Spike said apron still in hand back against the door, “Please don’t come in I’m, uh… I’m butt naked!”

Silence takes the air, leaving the two completely still on each side of the door. Rainbow on her side grips her pillow in her hand, slightly composing her thoughts. Spike breathing heavily, leaning back, hoping that she’ll back away.

“Spike?”

“Yes sis?”

“I don’t care, just let me in!” she said, trying to force to door open. Spike desperately back into the door.

“Dash, what are you doing?” Spike studded in between jerks of the door, “I said I was naked!”

“I don’t care!” Dash replied, “I said I want in!”

Spike looks from side to side, deciding to toss the apron to the open to door of his closet. Unfortunately, he picked a bad day to wear one of his rather untimely choices of shirt, reading ‘Twilight’s Number One Assistant’ in purple-bold lettering. Spike screeches in fear, not knowing what his sister will do to him know what happened earlier by just the mere mention of the book-obsessed teen. He might as well have been wearing a shirt that said ‘Kill Me Now!’

He removes his shirt and throws it along with the other pieces of cloth. Barely managing to keep the athlete behind the door.

“What’s going on in there!?”

“It’s nothing, I promise!” Spike stuttered, “Just let me get my shirt on, okay!”

“I said I’m not waiting!” Dash continued to try force to door open. “Move it!”

Spike struggles to keep the door closed, trying to keep her back, knowing still he is angering her even more if he doesn’t let her in soon. He seed a shirt on the floor just a few feet away, never being so thankful in his life for having a messy room. He uses his leg trying to reach over to it, struggling to stretch the last few inches. With his leg stretched out, it had became apparent that he was wearing something else that would bring him to his downfall even worse than the shirt would. Imprinted on the cloth of his pajamas were the word ‘Spikey Wikey’ up his right leg.

‘Oh no.’ Spike stood up, away from the door, taking the pair of pants off his legs, throwing them into the closet... leaving the door perfectly vulnerable.

Dash swings open the door, ramming into the room with great speed. Spike turns to her, but had no time to react as his sister hit him, launching them both on his bed with a solid thunk. He groans in pain, feeling that he had just had the air knocked out of him three times over. Cracking an eye open, his sight blurry at first, only seeing hues of multiple colors and a strong consistency the color of red... and something rather soft in his hand. He rubs his eyes with his other hand, opening both of them to see what what in front of him, or rather, who was on top of him.

During the collision, Dash landed on top of the bare-skinned teen sitting, on his lower abdomen. She has her hands on each side of his bare chest of the more muscular areas. Spike looks directly at her and notices for some reason her face was completely flushed in a deep blood red. He still feels a soft object in his hand and gives a small squeeze. She moans.

Spike’s eyes shot out wide, looking at just what he was holding and froze... apparently it was her left breast that rested in his palm.

“Uwa… Spike?” Dash whispers.

“Y...y..yeah?” Spike shuddered, shaking under her.

“Can you let go of my boob, please?”

“Ah! Right, sorry!” Spike removes his hand its place, “Please, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to do that honestly. Whatever you do, please not the face,” he pleas covering his face with both arms.

“Uwa... Don’t worry about that, it’s alright,” Rainbow said, more collected than Spike would have expected. “Just be careful and watch where you put your hands ok…”

“I don’t think that's the issue, Rainbow. You were the one that broke the door open,” Spike said bluntly. He waited for her to give him some kind of a response, but she remained silent. Instead, she continued to look at Spike’s body. Studying each muscle from his chest to the visible point of his abdomen between her legs.

‘Those muscles...’ She thought, having a slight desire to rub up them against her hand. He may not be as strong as her, but it was still noticeable that he was no weakling. Though making him bend to her will wasn’t the hardest thing to do either, making him squirm was almost a specialty of hers, other than winning.

She mutters in a faint whisper to herself, too quiet for him to hear.

“What was that?” Spike asked his voice tainted in fear.

“You're wearing boxers,” She said faintly, but loud enough for him to hear.

“Uwa…” Spike murmured, looking down towarrow his lower abdomen then back up, “yeah so?”

“You said you were naked, didn’t you?”

“That’s not the issue either!” Spike yelled, pushing her off the bed onto the floor. He grabs the sheets and threw it over him covering his bare skin. “What were you doing barging into my room when I clearly told you I was naked!?”

Rainbow groans, rubbing her butt, “Well…what were you doing half-naked in your room?” She asks sitting in the floor rubbing her butt.

“Oh uh…” Spike ponders as well scratching his head, trying to choose his word wisely. “Well, you, see the thing is...”

“Wait a second,” Rainbow inquired, standing up crossing her arms. “I think I know exactly what you were doing.”

“And what that might be?” Spike nervously chuckles, sinking deeper in his bed. “I told you it was nothing really.”

Rainbow glares at him deeply, unconvinced, “Yes, I do,” she walks closer to the edge of the bed. Spike tries to back away as far as he can to the other edge, being stopped by a wall. “I bet you were…” She leans over closer to him, lifting both her legs onto the mattress scooting closer to him till she was mere inches away from his face. And the perfect distance for strangulation.

Spike looks from side to side, desperately wanting to get away, seeing no possible way to escape in his tight corner. He gulps, “I-I- I was what?”

“I bet you were masturbating!” Dash exclaimed, flaring her wings out. “You were trying to jack off before I got in here, weren’t you!?”

After hearing this from her, all that he could do was sit there and stare at her, completely shocked and mentally broken. Dash held her position on the bed, staring at him eye to eye as the atmosphere became thicker and thicker with each passing second. Her wings twitching slightly, waiting for his response.

“Well!?”

Spike blinks twice still mind broken, “Well...what?”

“What do you mean ‘well what’? Am I right, or am I right?” She stated, still flustered, standing on the bed, wings fluttering vigorously. “Tell me that I’m right!”

“Oh boy,” Spike facepalms, “After all these years we’ve been together you could not even be more wrong in your life.”

“What!?” She yells jumping off the mattress. “Then what the hell were you doing bare-skinned, alone in your room!?”

“Oh… Uhhhhhhh” He ponders extensively, from looking side to side.

On the one hand, he could tell her why he was in his boxers. Telling the entire truth from beginning to end to avoid trouble later. Meaning he would have to face trouble now rather than at a more prepared time. On the other hand, he can lie by telling her something else, other than what she suggested he did, that might save his skin. Unfortunately, he had no unitarily idea of any kind, life-saving or otherwise, that had any remote chance to help him out. Even if he did have anything to say, he was a really bad liar. If anyone, Rainbow was the one that could always tell when he was lying...

… And he knows how much she hates to be lied to.

“Well,” she said, placing her hands on her hips, irritated. “Either you tell me, or you’ll tell me through extensive force.”

Spike gulps, “How extensive are we talking about?” He whimpers pressing his back harder against the wall.

Rainbow stares at the boy eye to eye, with a sinister grin. Not just any kind of grin. It was one that had it’s devious sisterly touch to it with nothing sweet to it.

“Hm...That’s a good question actually,” She rubs her chin coming close to the bed again. “I could just drop it and let it go,” she said sincerely. “Or…”

Spike’s sweaty palms grip his blankets tightly, staring back into her devil-ike eyes; he saw no existence of mercy reflecting back from them. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he stutters, “O-o-or what?”

She doesn’t answer him at first. Instead, she continued to stare at him intently, thinking as to what she would do. She didn’t want him to just tell what she wanted to know; that was the easy part. Too easy for her tastes. What she wants, if he doesn’t comply with a direct answer... was to make him sing... sing it loud and clear.

Then an idea came to mind, and she grins even more deviously, sending an icy shiver up the boy’s back. Climbing back onto the mattress, she took her place back onto the mattress without any resistance from the teen, much too scared to do anything to stop her. She scoots up close to him, placing her hand over his left cheek staring into his eyes intently.

“Spike?” She coos.

“Y-yes?” he mumbles, sinking to his back on the mattress with Rainbow on top.

“Do you remember what happened last year when I thought you did something perverted with my friends?” she smiled sinisterly, curling his green bangs with her free hand.

Spike’s eyes widen, “B-b-but that was just a misunderstanding! I wasn’t doing any of that with any of them really! Pinkie was just showing something in her room, then...”

Rainbow, not wanting to hear the explanation again, covers his mouth in mid-sentence. Spike mumbles under her palm still struggling desperately underneath her. Counteracting, the athlete locks her legs with his arm, pinning him down. Unable to move his arm, he kicks his leg in the air, trying to escape, looking from side to side hysterically. With both hands, Rainbow grabs his head, forcing his attention back to her, her eyes imprisoning him in fear. Gathering his will to fight, he stares back into her eyes… only to see that her pupils were needle-sized, only showing mostly the whites of her eyes. Barely being able to see her cerise corneas was all the more scary, closer to the aspect of death. As for Spike’s, his were as wide as physics would allow him. Chuckling lightly, she leans over to the side of his head.

“Hush,” she whispered to his ear. “I know what happened Spike. Fluttershy told me everything of what really went on that day. I’m really sorry for not listening to you the first ten times you cried it out, but I’d rather not talk about that, okay?” Spike nods. “Good, that’s a good little brother,” She scratches the top of his head with one hand, and draws circles on his chest past the blanket with the other.

“You remember what happened when you made me cry, right?” She blew into his ear, the question he knew all too well, causing him to cross his legs.

He didn’t answer her at first, too much in shock to do anything except protecting his manhood.

“I need you to answer, it’s rude to ignore your sister you know?” She whispered, cutting hard against his bare chest with her nail, causing him to hiss in pain. She grabs a chunk of his of hair, bending his neck to its stresing point to bring his ear closer to her mouth.

“Now answer me!” She hisses, pressing harder with her fingernail.

Spike whines in exclusionary pain, “Yes, I remember it as bright as day, how can I forget!?”

“Good,” she eased her force on his chest. “Now that you remember, you know what happens when you make me sad... right?”

“Yes…” Spike answered quickly.

“Good,” she smiled. Dash lifts herself off his chest and sits back onto his abdomen again. “Now say it to me.”

“Sa-say what exactly?” Spike inquires, gripping the covers under Dash’s legs.

She grabs both sides of his head bring it close to her, forehead to forehead, staring into his fear-filled eyes. His breathing grows heavier, unable to look away from her deadly glare.

“Say I was right!”

Spike blinks, doing a double take, “...What?”

She gives him a displeasing glare and knocks lightly on his head,“Well duh, you heard me, say that I’m right!”

“Uh… you are right,” Spike squeaked.

“Close, I was right about what?” She squeezes with full force on each side of his head making him squirm under her.

“I was masturbating, I was masturbating! There, I said it!”

“Good,” Rainbow smiled, letting go of his head, letting him plop down. She hops off of his bed, stretching out her legs and arms, leaving a confused Spike on it. “You should have just admitted it sooner, you know. Then you wouldn’t have gotten yourself into this.”

“What!?” Spike shot sitting up, staring at her dumbfounded. “Are you serious right now!?”

“What?” Dash asked casually, putting her hands behind her head without care. “It’s a normal thing to do for a boy your age to do. I know that you need to relieve yourself from time to time,” She turns back, facing him. “It’s only natural to do it, we need to get some stress out every once in awhile. I do it too, you know.”

“Don’t tell me that!” Spike blushes. “That’s borderline things that we should never talk about!”

“Whatever,” Rainbow rolls her eye. “You just told me that you were doing it before I got here. What are you getting fussy about?”

“You pinned me down and forced it out!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, details,” she motion her hands mouthing it. “Come on, let's just watch the movie already, where's the cider?

Spike facepalms, “Ugh…fine, can you just get me some clothes first, please?”

“Aw, what’s wrong, Spike?” She teased rubbing to top of his head, much to his frustration. “You don’t feel comfortable being naked in the same room with a girl?”

Spike slaps her hand off his head fixing his spikes, “No way, Rainbow. It’s just really cold in here and I need to put something on.”

Rainbow face sank, letting her arms droop, “Right...I’ll get you some clothes.” She walks over to his closet sluggishly. “What do you want to wear?”

“Just something warm would be good. Anything that’ll warm me up will be alright,” Spike said, rubbing his bare arms as Dash went through his closet. “This drake bloodline doesn’t really help me keeping warm during the cold.”

Rainbow wings twitched, “Hey Spike!”

“What?” Spike replied annoyed, shivering under his blankets. “Unless it’s an idea to keep me warm, zip it.”

“Well I was just wondering if you wanted to…” she paused.

“Want to what?”

“Do you remember when we were little during the winter?” She asked, popping her head out of the closet door.

“Yeah, I’m feeling just as cold then as I do now. Why do you bring it up?”

“Well, do you remember what you always did to keep warm?”

“Er… not really,” Spike shrugged. “I don’t really think it was anything important.”

Rainbow winced, “Sure you do, Spike. You used to come into my room all the time, every night, much to my frustration, and begged me the same thing every time.”

Spike took a moment to think about it, biting his lower lip, “I came into your room asking…for a blanket maybe?” He answered, receiving a chunk of clothes thrown to his face in return, rocking his head back. He removes the clothes off his face and glares directly to Dash, “Hey what was that fo-....” he stopped, seeing an extremely outraged Dash with her fist clenched together.

“Dash are you okay, because you seem a little... um….mad?” he asked nervously.

“That’s not what it was!” Rainbow yelled, hastily approaching the nearly naked teen. “You don’t even remember what it was! You asked for me to do it for six years every winter!”

“I’m sorry, I don’t have any idea what you're talking about!” Spike raised his arm in defence. “What was it that made it so important?”

Rainbow raises her fist high preparing to land a crater into Spike’s face, making him flinch. Holding her anger in the best she could, she held herself back from punching him. Instead, she lands her stress out onto wall, inches to the left his head, or rather, through it, to be more precise. More than enough motivation to scare Spike out of his covers landing flat on his back.

“Whoa! Take it easy, Dash!” Spike stutters, backing up, using the heel of his feet and palms onto a wall to the opposite side of the room. “Let's just calm down and watch the movie, okay!? There’s no need to be getting to be getting violent. Let's just... let's just...” he reaches over to a nearby desk, rifling through papers blindly, keeping his eyes on Rainbow, trying desperately to find an item.

As fast as he tried, it didn't help settle the rage of his sister. Glancing over to the boy, her rage growing venomously, she removes her hand from the newly punched-through hole, shaking off the debris and slowly advancing towards him. Spike whimpers, unable to look away from her deadly glare. He moves his hand more, violently knocking things off on the desk and on to the floor until he felt a rectangular case on the tips of his fingers. He takes it in hand, then puts it in front of his body in a desperate attempt to shield himself. By then, he saw that Rainbow was already about a foot away from him, feeling the heat of her breath.

“Wa-Wait! I got the movie right here, see!?” He holds the case higher in front of his face, closing his eyes. “J-just pop it into the DVD player and we can watch it. I got all your favorite snacks over by the bed and your cider is over there too!” he points to the said food with a shaking hand. “There’s enough for the entire night.”

Rainbow glances at him, then the movie, snacks, cider, him cowering in the corner, the cider by the bed, then him again, and then the cider.

“Fine,” she said coldly. She snatches the case out of his hands, then waked over to the TV, putting the disc into the DVD player . “Get those clothes on already before you catch cold before I do it myself.”

Spike nods, quickly flopping on his knees back to the bed, nearly tripping on his face. He grabs the first thing he could get his hands on and the PJ’s on him as fast as he could. Once he was no longer naked, the lights suddenly turned off, leaving him in the darkness. He spun back towards Dash, who stood not five inches away from him. He lets out a high pitch screech, jumping backwards to the edge of the bed.

“On the bed!” Dash demanded, grabbing his shoulders, pushing his limp body down on the mattress. She took her place next to him, still staring at him intently. “Apple cider!” he reaches to the side of his bed and hands her the bottle with two shaking hands. She yanks the bottle out of his hands without a thanks. Using her teeth, she angrily opens the top off and spa it at Spike, the cap bouncing off his forehead with a flinch from the frozen boy.

“Snacks! Eyes! TV! Now!” Without a word, he did as he was told, giving her all the snacks and placed his attention to the TV.

“Good,” she finished. She takes a long sip of her drink with a pleasing smile. “Ah, now that's some good apple cider, Spike.” She said, wrapping her arm around his shoulder with the cider in hand. “Just keep it coming, alright?” he nods without looking away from the screen. Dash takes the remote in her free hand and illuminates the dark room by a push of a button.

They both sat on Spike’s bed with both of their attention on the movie as the beginning title started up. Rainbow rolls her eyes, clicking past the titles to the starter menu, uninterested in the new movie trailers. Then starting slowly, the anonymous soundtrack of weeping and cries of terror kicked into the background progressed into a loud splash of chains and blood.

“And now our feature presentation,” she smiles, pushing play. “Hope you’re ready for the scariest night of your life, Spikey,” she whispered leaning closer to his focused on the TV. “Because now that it has started, I’m going to make sure you stay here with me, both of us on your bed throughout the entire movie from beginning to end.”

“...”

She looks at the teen under her arms who appeared completely frozen. She shakes his body side to side lightly, “Spike?”

“Yes…?” he answered quickly.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay,” he replied timidly.

Dash gazed at him then to the TV, then back to Spike.

“Are you getting scared of the movie already?” she asked with a light chuckle. “Didn’t think you’d get scared this early on in the movie,” she paused, taking a sip of the cider over Spike’s head. “I thought you would have lasted at least ten more minutes in.”

Spike gazes at her and to the screen a few times. He opens his mouth, but didn’t respond to her goading, remaining silent under her arm, thinking it was probably better it he just remained quiet. He shifts nervously in place where he sat with his hands tucked in his palms on his legs.

Dash raises her brow, “Hey are you really alright?” Spike nods, still facing the screen, sinking his head into his shoulder.

She grew worried.

‘Aw, crap! Please don’t tell me that I scared him so bad that now he is too afraid to even look at me! He’s supposed to be scared of the movie not me!’ She sighs deeply. ‘I need to turn this around.’

Dash eyes a bowl of popcorn by her side and offers it to him, “Sant some?” Spike looks at the bowl, then at Dash nervously. She gives him a reassuring smile, holding the bowl over his lap. With a reluctant hand, he grabs a small handful from it and put it into his mouth, chewing it slowly. After swallowing it, he gives shy smile, but it was clear that he was still uncomfortable, still avoiding eye contact.

“Thanks,” Spike said quietly. Not as much progress as wanted she’ll take as much as she can.

Dash then moved her arm from his shoulder lower to his side, scooting closer to him. His body tensed up for a moment, slowly easing up as he hesitantly leans against her. The movie started as normal horror films did, introducing the typical tropes of most horror movies; the couple, the geek, the jock of the group, and the girl with the big boobs.

“Oh, she is so going to be the first one to die,” Dash whispered, taking a sip from the bottle. “Probably going to get those sacks of meat ripped clean off.”

“Yeah, probably,” Spike replied faintly. His voice holding a soft taint of a small child in fear of darkness. “Unless of course the couple are caught having a session right when the killer comes, standing right outside the door. Other than that, those two have a strong chance of being the first to be cut down.”

Dash smirks, “What kind of ‘session’ are we talking about here?” she inquired rubbing his arm, leaning closer. “Is it a makeout session, or are they in bed, pumping it like there’s no tomorrow?”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Spike chuckles. “Though it’s still a good chance that they’re screwed either way.”

“Well that's true in any horror movie, she plays around the pipe and then they both get screwed by someone with a blade,” dDsh remarked, gesturing her hands in a stabbing motion. “Right in the butt hole for both of them.”

Spike laughs loudly along with Dash swinging around in her arms, “Well, I guess we have to watch what happens to them and see who gets screwed first.”

“Indeed we shall, Spike,” Dash said, wiping a tear from her eye. “Lets just see who gets scared first and the one that last longest.”

“Alrighty then, Dash,” Spike grinned. He wraps one arm tightly around Rainbow’s shoulder,s brushing over her wings, “Let's just see who lasts the longest.”

Dash’s body tensed by the sudden physical contact. Surprised as she was by his gesture it was the cause of her face turning a deep shade of red, match the same hue as the red section in her hair... which unfortunately for her didn’t go unnoticed by Spike. He looks at her face curiously as he brought his hand by the area between her wings, rubbing it lightly with his thumb. Instantly as his hands made contact with the base’s joints, her face flushed a deeper blood red as her wings twitched slightly.

“Spike!” Dash screeched, nearly dropping her bottle.

“I see now,” Spike said, with a malicious smile he rubs the area tenderly. “Looks like I found someone’s tickle spot.”

“B-but Spike, th-that's not my,” Dash moans, unable to finish her sentence as Spike pressed his hand flat against her base, causing her wings to flare excitedly. The feeling of his fingers rubbing her was too much for her to handle, restricting her of any motion to knock him off the bed.

“Oh no, you’re not going to fool me, Dash, this is personal,” Spike continues rubbing tremendously between her wings, taking the bottle out her trembling hands along with the remote. “Let’s pause the movie for now,” Spike smiles, clicking the remote.

“Spike, what do you think you're doing!?” Dash pants in between breathes.

“I’ll tell ya what I’m doing!” Spike pushes Dash down on the bed flat on her stomach saddling himself on her back with a devilish grin. “It’s pay back time!”

“HEY! Wait a sec…AH!” Dash squeals out. Using both his hands, Spike rubs thoroughly in the same area.

He applies pressure to the base of her wings with his thumbs stroking up and down the focus of his efforts. With two hands on each side of her shoulder blades, he takes both wings between his fingers and thumb by the connection from her skin and feathers through the back holes of her shirt. Giving a firm pinch to the joints, Dash’s body jolts violently, almost knocking Spike off. He manages keep his balance, gripping the joints of her fluttering wings into a tighter pitch. Dash bits her lower lip, screaming silently, gripping the sheets to a near tearing point. Spike rubs the joints together in his fingers gently, yet furiously and without mercy.

“How does that feel!?” Spike asks with a malicious smile. “I bet it’s all sorts of tickle hell for you, isn’t it?”

Dash didn’t reply to him, nor had the mental capability to form a proper sentence without the words getting caught in her throat. The sensation of him rubbing her wings suspends her from most of her motor functions. Though she is able to move her arms, the strength that used to be had are drained through Spike’s hands. Now her arms could only flail around her, gripping the sheets pulling them back and forth with her wings fluttering violently. Continuing on from the joints, Spike moves one hand, stroking her left wing along the upper feathers, restraining it from admission. Dash’s breaths start to get heavier with each passing stroke, trying to bite her lower lip even harder, desperately trying to keep in a moan that could having be taken sexually.

“S-SPIKE please,” Dash pleas between her teeth. “I’m sorry I punched a hole in your wall, okay!?” Her body starts to tremble even more as he slowly strokes firmly up her wing. “Stop! I’m begging you!”

“Sorry, Spike is not in right now,” he foolishly ignored her plea. “Would you like to leave a message for when he cares?”

Dash tries to open her mouth to threaten him, but was brutally silenced with his other hand started stroking her right wing and deeper to her bones. Drool oozes out of her mouth on the sheets, creating a small puddle that gathers under her chin. His hands cups the top sides of each wing, squeezing them as he slides his fingers over and back on them. Repeating the action over and over was more than Dash can take, her face became an even deeper shade of red. She buries her face in his sheets, muffling her squeals of excitement.

“Come on, Dash, the faster you laugh, the sooner this is over!” Spike said rubbing even faster. “This is supposed to tickle, remember?”

Dash lifts her head off the sheets, pulling the sheets under her displeasure in her eyes.

‘He wants me to laugh!? Does he really still think he is tickling me!?’ Dash clenches her fists angrily. But it was short lived as he rubs faster, making her eyes cross together, slowly removing her state of consciousness. ‘Aw crap, killing him will have to wait. I need to end this quick before I burst.’

Dash opens her mouth, trying hard to laugh. Instead she forms a long ‘ha’ sound as well as a high=pitched ‘ah sound, coming together as ‘Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha’ over and over, digging her nails deep into the mattress.

‘Oh no, I’m going to... I’m going to…’ Dash breaths get heavier along with more speed ‘Ah-ha’. Heat building higher and hotter between her legs. ‘Please, Spike just finish me already!” Suddenly, he removers his hand, ending the wing massage. Dash lazily turns to Spike with a disappointed expression in her eyes.

“Now was that so hard?” Spike smirked, rolling off her back, taking a bowl of popcorn in hand. He grabbed the remote flipping the movie back into play. “You were pretty loud, too.”

“What...?” Dash asked, breathing heavily staring at him in disbelief.

“I didn’t think you would be laughing that bad,” Spike chuckled, stuffing his face with a hand full of popcorn. “I bet if I had kept going, you would have peed all over on my bed judging by how hard you were laughing.”

Then Spike was pushed down by an overwhelming force by Dash pinning him on his stomach, knocking the bowl to the floor. This time, she settles herself on his back, taking one of his arms and twist it behind his back, making him howl in pain.

“OW, ow, ow, ow!” Spike screamed, flapping one arm on the bed. “Hey, what gives! All I did was tickling is all, why are you so mad!?”

“Hm...let's see,” Dash said maliciously, bending his arm up higher up his back, causing Spike to clench his teeth together. “Maybe it’s because I really hate you right now and I’m going to rip your arm off! “ she twists the arm farther past its straining point as Spike cries out his pleas.

Then loud noises of hard grunting of two people, male and female was heard was heard in the background. Both of them look up at the TV, nearly unhinged at the sight. Currently, the couple has engaged themselves into a hot makeout session, locking tongues as they roamed each others body, grabbing and straining the fabric of their clothes... The male grabbing in especially soft areas of her body with no plans of stopping.

Spike’s face lights up into a bright blood red, “Where’s the remote!?” He looks around the bed trying to find the device. “Skip it! Skip it! Skip it!”

“No!” Dash spits out. She grabs Spike by his chin and the top of his head, forcing his attention back to the TV. Spike tries to close his eyes as the couple proceed to remove each others clothes down to their underwear on the bed. Dash then uses her fingers to force his eyelids open, “I said we are going to watch the whole thing together, and that’s what we are going to do!”

“But don’t you see what's going on!?” Spike ples wiggling under her. “They are getting naked!”

Dash lays her body flat on top of him, breasts on his back, resting her chin on his head. “I know,” she smiled. “Just shut up and watch.”

Spike whimpers as the scene progressed further. He struggles on top of his sheets, trying to crawl away, wiping around his arms. Dash lets go of his head and grabs both his arms, tucking them next to his sides under her legs, then resuming the headlock.

“Shhh,” she cood ruffling the spikes on his head. “It’s okay, Spike, just watch them. It’ll all be over soon.”

“B-b-but, but” Spike stuttered, then silenced before he could finish his sentence by Rainbow’s hand tightly over his mouth.

“I said,” she leads next to his ear, then blew out a long, “Shh...”

Spike muffled through her hand, struggling under her body, unable to look away, eyes glued onto the screen. His legs violently kicking her behind, trying to knock her off. Rainbow pins him with her legs, locking his arms to his sides with her thighs, crossing her feet under his stomach close to his crotch. Spike continues to rock frantically under her using what little strength he has. Rainbow, for the most part, enjoys the ride with a painted malicious grin as she sways from side to side on the bed. In a desperate attempt, Spike licks Rainbow’s hand through what little he can open his jaw across her palm.... though it didn’t have the effect Spike was expecting.

“Well well well, what do we have here?” Dash whispered, leaning her head next to Spike’s, pressing her chest flat on his back. “It looks like someone is taking a liking of the taste my of flesh~”

“What!?” Spike muffed shocked, not really able to pronounce the word through her fingers.

“I guess now it’s only fair if I returned the favor~” She says in a hushed whisper. Dash sticks her tongue out and slid it along the back cartilage of his ear, freezing Spike in place. She slides her wet tongue along the side of his right cheek, licking him like a human popsicle, leaving a moist trail of saliva. Moving to the next cheek, she loosens her grip of his head,, letting him lay free and in shock. With his jaw open wide, Spike continued to feel the wet muscle dragging against his skin, eyes still on the screen.

‘What the hell is going on here!?’ Spike pants frantically as Dash switches cheeks. ‘She was on the verge of breaking my arm, and now she’s licking my face!? What kind of torture is she planning to inflicted on me!?’

Spike feels her tongue getting lower and lower down his neck getting dangerously close to the edges of his collarbone while roaming around the fabric of his shirt, stretching as much of it as she could to get more skin exposed till the shirt wouldn’t stretch any more.

Dash pulls away from his neck and leans to his ear and whispers, “Spike?”

“Yes?” Spike replied faintly. ‘She’s going to kill me. She’s going to kill me on my bed while watching a horror film and dump my body in a canyon, never to be seen again.’

“I need you to do something for me,” She said tugging the fabrics of his shirt. “Do you promise you’ll listen?”

“Yes,” Spike replies. ‘I’m so dead. She is going to rip me apart and no one will ever know.’

“I need you to,” She tugs at his collar

‘She’s going to snap my neck and dance on my grave.’

“To take off your…..”

‘Wait…. take off what now?’ Spike turned his head to Dash meeting her eyes. It was extremely dim and hard to see them at first, his eyes took a bit to adjust to the darkness till he was able to she her cerise eyes. She had a warm softness glow in them, as if they were asking something from him. It was as if they were trying to request something rather embarrassing to him… though Spike’s mental autofilter told him other wise.

‘I’m going to die now!’ Spike gulps, shrinking deeper into the bed.

Sounds of ominous music played in the background, bringing the both of their attention back to the TV. The couple still engaging in their erotic activities rather roughly. Spike tries to look away again, but was forced back by Rainbow’s hand restraining his eye lids.

“Now, why so shy?” Rainbow grinned, leaning her head next to his cheek to hers. “What those two are doing is natural, Spike. There’s no need to be nervous.”

Spike’s eyes shifts to hers, alarmed, “Nervous doesn’t even begin to describe…!” He didn’t finish thanks to the hand covering his mouth again, shouting through her palm, frantically struggling in her grip.

Dash twisted his head to hers, ignoring his muffled pleas. She lays her chin on top of his head, holding it with both hands , “You either shut up and watch them have sex or I’ll punish you.” She whispered.

Spike gulps, “Hmm...hmm,” he muffled, eyes wide.

Dash’s lips curl deviantly as she snuggles comfortably on his back, keeping her grip tight around his body. Taking the remote in hand, she raises the volume higher till sounds of grunts and moans filled the room, blocking out the wailing winds from outside. Satisfied with a volume of eighty five, she throws the remote off behind her to the far corner of the bed.

“Now that it’s loud enough, let's watch.”

Spike nods, eyes stuck on the interaction displayed on his TV. The sound of the couple’s sexual moans thrusted at his eardrums as they got louder and louder, getting closer to the scene’s climax. His breaths get heavier with each passing minute, as did the two teens in their heated interaction. The red hues of his face grew brighter as certain other places grew. He wasn’t the one to watch such things, curious as he may have been. But to have his sister force him to watch it cracks his mental state almost as much as the pornigraphic display. Despite how much he wanted to look away, he was in too much fear to dare close his eyes. Too much that he didn’t even notice that the hands restricting him had been lifted. Instead they laid folded on his bed, arms tucked under his chin. Dash’s eye may have been on the screen, a large amount of her attention remained on the movement of the teen beneath her. He wasn't exactly still, nor was he calm having her on top of him. She didn’t mind, though. The feeling of him squirming against her body had a somewhat warming feeling, a very pleasurable one. More importantly, the closeness of him being near her, or at the moment under her... a feeling she missed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seven Years Before
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Dash sits in her room over her desk tapping a pencil furiously against the surface. A sheet of paper laid in front of her which had several signs of writing that had been erased and replaced with other math equations, clearly struggling.

“Uh….why did we have to get homework over break? There some things here that we haven’t even gone over!” the young athlete groans, leaning back on her chair. “I thought breaks out of school should have also included no work during it.”

“I could be playing out in the snow by now, but no, I have to be in here stuck with finding the stupid square roots of the alphabet.” She gazes out her window noticing how dark it was. “Well, so much for that, I’m just stuck here.”

*knock knock knock*

“Who is it?”

“It’s me sis,” a very young boy’s voice calls from behind the door.

Dash lets out a loud sigh of stress leaning back on her chair, “Okay, come in.”

The door opens, letting in a small boy with green hair in the room, his innocent young eyes filled with curiosity as he looks around the room, eyeing everything that hanged around the walls and ceiling. He walks over to her bed and sits down.

“So what’s you’re doing, Dashie?” he asked, much to her dismay of the nickname.

“What have I told you about calling me that, Spike?” Dash asks, obviously annoyed. “You know how much I hate it when you say that.”

“Oh, sorry, Dashie-Dash,” he apologized, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just like saying that. I hear Fluttershy say it all the the time, I just thought…”

“It’s different with her, Spike,” Dash interjected with a hand. “When you do it it, it’s just not...,” she pushes thinking for a bit, “awesome when you say it.”

“Hey, I let you call me Spikey all the time,” the boy protested, crossing his arms. “What difference is that?”

“Well, for one, you actually like being called that, Spike,” Dash said blunty rolling her eyes. “Two, awesome when I say it.”

“Awwwww…. come on” he complained, dropping his shoulders. “Why is it when I say it it’s not awesome? What makes me any different from Flutters?”

“Well, for one,” she emphasized, extending one of her fingers, “for you to say i,t you need to sound twenty percent more awesome. And two, you're my dorky brother, so you need an extra one hundred twenty percent more to say the words correctly.”

“What!?” Spike wines. “So you mean to tell me that I have to be one hundred forty percent more awesome to even say it!?”

“Yup that’s right,” Dash replied, tapping on her paper furiously. “Now with that out of the way, can you please let me do my homework!?”

“Homework?” Spike perked

“Yeah, the kind that you get from school by the teachers. And restricts you from having any fun if you fail the class!” Dash groans slamming her head on the table. “It’s killing me!”

“Well… why don’t don’t I help you Rainbow?” Spike asked, hopping off her bed, walking over behind her. “I bet I can help you.”

“Right,” Dash scorned, rolling her eyes.

“On come on let me try it,” he pleads shaking her chair.

The girl groans as the shorter boy rocks her chair furiously, begging her to allow him to help, much her distress. One thing she can do is throw him out of her room, but the last time she did that, she broke a hole in the wall with his head and then got grounded for three months. She groans until the point she felt her sanity wearing away.

“Fine, here!” the young athlete spins over to the side getting off her chair onto her feet. “Lets just see what you can do.”

“All right!” the green-haired kid cheers, hopping into the chair. He takes the pencil in hand excitedly as he began reading through the paper. “I’ll help you out and get you through this in no time, Rainbow,” smiling cheerfully he wrote on the sheet for the first problem.

“Yeah, good luck with that,” Dash scoffs. Walking over to her bed, she jumps up, landing on her back with a loud plop on the mattress. Stretching out her body she sinks into the blankets. Letting out a yawn, she folds her arms behind her head.

“Wake me up when you finish the first problem,” she closes her eyes, yawning again, much louder this time. “Or not at all.”

“Done!”

“What!?” Dash sits up bewildered. “There’s no way that you did that in less than ten seconds!”

“Well…” Spike drawls, slowly spinning the wheeled chair around to her, wearing a childish grin. “I actually got the whole thing done.”

“No way,” the preteen pushes the boy out of the way staring over the paper. She looks over the paper over and over at the three problems, trying to find a flaw. She finds that there were none on the paper and it was marvelously well-written and worked out, clearer than she and even her teacher did. She gazes over the paper, mouthing the words “how” softly and “but” most frequent. She slowly set the paper down and hesitantly looks back to Spike in disbelief.

“So how did I do?” the boy inquired, a goofy grin painted across his face, holding a hand to his ear. “Was that helpful?”

“Are you kidding!? How the heck did you figure of how to solve math problems far above your grade level!?” She spins back holding the paper close to her face staring at it intenty, “You solved three problems in no time and it took me an hour to figure out one and I still got that wrong! And you even did the bonus that was supposed to be a college level problem.”

“Oh, so that's what it was... I really didn’t even notice,” Spike replied, scratching the back of his head with a shy eyes looking of the side. “I knew the right formulas and it was easy from there. I saw what the problems were and found that they quite easy and I just did it.”

“Easy, you did it like it was nothing!” the young athlete shoots up from the chair, pacing around the room with paper in hand. “There is no way that you could have done all this in so as short amount of time. How the heck do you know all this anyways!?” she glazes towards him demanding an answer.
The boy shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t really know,Rainbow. I guess that the problems are just familiar to me is all I can say.”

‘How the heck is a nine-year-old familiar with complex formulas?’ the girl inquires. She points her attention back to the boy “Who taught you all this?”she asked again, staring at him into his eyes.

“I did,” the boy replies, sitting back on the bed. “I read some books in my free time and I retained the information in my head in case of an event such as this to occur so that I can assist with any situation. With that, I would be able to help overcome the problems to reach a conclusive outcome and avoid future complications, ” he finished leaving the girl more lost than earlier.

The girl raised an eyebrow, “And how does a nine year old know what those words even mean well beyond your grade level?” Spike opens his mouth to attempt to answer, but was interrupted by Dash, “Let me guess a book you read in the past.”

“Nope, TV,” Spike answered happily leaving her in further disbelief.

Dash, setting the paper on her desk rubbing her temples, “I won’t even ask about what you watch in your free time.” She sighs heavily, walking over to the bed plopping down next to the boy, laying back on the sheets, “Well you did help with my homework, so I guess that was pretty awesome.”

Following her example, the smaller boy lays next to her as well, “Awesome enough to call you Dashie?” he asked with hopeful eyes. The girl in question glares at him intently for a few moments, then pulls the boy into a headlock. The boy laughs as he pretends to struggle in her arm.

“Not just yet, Spikey,” Dash chuckles, ruffling his hair. “You still got some work to do until you get to that level.”

“Aw,” the small boy complies. “When can I?

The girl thinks about that for a moment ,open and closing her mouth with nothing to say. She looks down at the boy in his eyes as another moment passes.

“Well, we’ll just have to see about that,” she finally replies, Spike groaning in frustration as she laughs heavily.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Present Time
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“Well, that’s how it used to be,” Dash mutters under her breath. “Nowadays, you don’t even try to call me that any more.”

The taller teen sighs, continuing her watch on the movie. The couple’s still going at it with their rather rough interaction. Dash shifts a bit, starting to feel uncomfortable now that she was really paying attention to the TV. Furthermore the moans were not the least helpful to feel comfortable, especially since she was on top of her little brother. She rejects the decision of not fast forwarding it sooner, thinking that maybe it wasn’t the best way to get back at Spike. She attempts to reach over to the remote, but sees that the remote had slid between the wall and bed. Cursing under her breath, she turns back to the screen resting her chin on the younger teen’s head… just in time for a surprise entrance of a dark figure slashing both characters with a rusty blade, leaving a long trail of blood on the wall. The jump scare was enough to make the young teen under her jolt, but didn’t break through her grip.

“That’s better,” the athlete said quietly, resting her chin on top of his head again. “Time to watch the carnage.” No vocal response came from the boy, nor did she expect him give any. Though she does feel him nods under her and the tenseness of his body dies down, becoming more relax.

“Good,” Dash says with a satisfied smile. She lifts herself off of his back, letting her weight sink to the boy’s lower spin, causing the bed to squeak lightly. “Now that that’s over, I think you're allowed to be trusted to stay without trying to escape.” the younger teen sighs loudly in relief. “If!” She held up a finger even though he couldn’t see. “You behave throughout the movie and don’t do anything that would avoid watching it.” The boy shakes his head at her, replying with a quick, slightly terrified nod.

“Alrighty then!” the athlete claps her hands together, swiftly unlocking her legs, letting the wrists of his hands loose. “Just have to get more cider and we can….,” she begins to say, but stops. Suddenly feeling a warm, hard mass rubbing against the soles of her feet. The younger teen’s body winces as his face grows to a bright red at the immediate contact.

Dash remains frozen for a moment, too shocked to give a response, vocal or physical. Nether of them said anything, even if his body had anything to say, he didn’t posses the mental capacity to even react. Until the point when the older teen felt a twitch poke against her, snapping her back into reality. With a loud yelp, she rocked off of his back and onto the other side of the bed as the boy leaped to the opposite side.

“Ah! Sorry, sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to do!” the mortified Dash rambled. “I’m just gonna leave now!” she begins to step off the bed, but was halted by a hand grabbing his wrist.

“Wait… it’s okay, Dash!” Spike stuttered, holding her wrist tightly. Dash stares at him for a bit, then her wrist, then him again. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he continued in an awkward, yet calm manner, “It’s okay, really. It was an accident, I know,” he lets go of her wrist and gazes around the bed, eyeing two bottles, then picks them up, turning back to the athlete, hesitantly looking in her eyes. “We still have plenty cider for the both of us, and it would be a shame if we didn’t drink…” he pauses handing one bottle to her, “together?”

The athlete continues to stare at him softly, alternating from his eyes and the cider. With a reluctant hand, she accepts the bottle with a silent ‘Thank you’.

“Come on, sit right here,” Spike says, awkwardly patting the spot next to him. Dash scoots closer to him close the gap, but still maintain a small space. “Alrighty then, let’s watch,” Spike attempts to open the bottle with his hand to no avail. He then grabs it with boths hands, twisting the top tightly with all his might, grunting with no progress, though his display of struggle did place a smile on Dash’s face.

“Here, let me see that,” Dash chuckles, taking the bottle from him without his permission and opened it easily, handing it back to him. “There we go, now you can drink out of it.”

“Oh, uh….thanks, Rainbow,” the younger teen grins taking the bottle in hand. “Now that we have our drinks, we can continue to watch the movie.”

The athlete pops open her new bottle, letting out its loud hiss, “You got that right, Spikey,” she says, holding the bottle up high for a moment. “Come on, don’t leave me hanging,”she wiggles the bottle above their heads. Spike then recognizes the gesture and clinks his bottle with hers.

“Alrighty then,” the younger teen smiled. “Lets drink up all this cider and watch the movie.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Dash replied, wrapping arm around his shoulder, closing the gap. “Bring on the blood!”

They both nod, taking a considerably large sip of their beverage before turning back to the screen, just in time to see the large, dark figure’s disgusting, deformed face as it corners its latest victim, ripping the flesh off one of the female's breast fearsomely with its teeth, spurting blood across the grass, exposing her heart and a portion of her ribcage. Both teens instantly spit out their drinks, most of which came through their noses.

They watch in horror as they saw the creature rip the teen apart, starting by chewing her neck off leaving loose flesh dangling from her body as she howls in pain. It hoists the victim to a tree and mounts her onto a thin tree branch, stabbing her through her chest. She’s remained barely alive, shaking in fear with the little motor function she has with tears running down her blood-covered face.

The screech of the creature sent an icy shiver up both their spines as it dug its fingers into the victim's heart, killing her slowly and painfully. The girl gave one last cry as the razor-like finger puncture her heart and her lungs shaking what was left of her limb violently.

The creature then injected its whole hand into her body, creaking her ribcage wide open, pushing the claws, cutting holes in other vital organs. The teen weeps in horror as the monstrosity carefully wraps its fingers around her heart. To sweeten the treatment, it twists the faintly beating muscle around in her, keeping the major veins and arteries intact, pushing the agony further as more blood poured out of her.

Spike and Rainbow held their hands in front of their mouths, resisting the urge to puke. They both looked at each other to see if either of them would back down first, but were equally as determined to watch it through. Determined, they both looked back to the TV, swallowing their puke, along with their pride, down their throats.

Still weeping in terror, the girl hung onto the branch, miraculously hanging on the last strands of her life. But the creature wasn’t done playing with her just yet. It grab her bloody body like a ragdoll, digging deeply into her shoulders hoisting her up to its face before looking at her in her eyes. The teen’s breath grew weaker, falling to lie unconscious due to her massive loss of blood, fading to her death.

‘Oh thank goodness it’s almost over!’ Spike thinks relieved.

The creature didn’t want that… yet.

It brings her closer to its mouth, allowing a green, glowing cloud to surround the teen’s body. The girl struggles with the little miht she had as she felt the icy chills run all around what was left of her flesh and inside of her organs. Screaming as she felt the snapping of her bones realign into place, ripping out of puncture wounds as it healed. When the green cloud clears out of view, in the hands of the creature was the teen breathing heavily with her body fully intact, though the same could not be said about her clothes, still in rags with her old blood exposing bare skin from the waist up.

“Wait, why did it…” the two teens on the bed asked simultaneously... all too soon.

With a malicious snarl the creature stabs the teen to the same branch again, opening a new wound through her right shoulder. She arches her hand back, screaming loudly as her eye rolled to the back of her eye sockets, passing out due to the pain.

The creature snarled at the limp teen’s body, upset for her lack of will to stay in the game. With one claw, it breaks the branch from the tree, letting the teen fall to the ground. Stepping on her back, it yanks the branch out of her shoulder easily disposing of itit off to the side. Gazing at the girl briefly, it huffed, kicking her side, hoping for a response. Though nothing of the sort came from her. It turns away from her, walking down the dirt path as a dark mist encircles the being before it disappears from sight.

Spike and Rainbow stares at the screen, eyes widened their jaws barely hanging on their hinges. They sat there motionless not daring to say a word, nor could they, for their minds were too busy comprehending what they just witnessed. Breaking the silence, the sounds of a high screech similar to the creature was heard throughout the room, causing both teens to jolt violently huddling each other.... or rather, Spike huddling Dash's, arm rattling on her side.

“What was that?!” Spike asked franticly holding on Dash's side tighter. “It sounded like the thing in the movie!”

Dash rolls her eyes, “Oh, please, don’t tell me that you are really afraid of that, are you?” She pushes the boy off her. “That was probably just the movie background audio or something like that. There’s no need to be scared of. It’s all fake and shouldn’t be taken seriously, Spike.”

A tapping against the glass of the window echoed inside the room, causing her to jolt, grabbing his entire body in a rather tight embrace.

“What the heck was that?!” she screeched, holding the boy by the neck close to her, unaware she was pressing the air out of his lunges, glancing side to side. “Wait a second... what am doing?” she questioned herself, losing her grip as Spike gasping for air. “That was probably just a tree branch or something. There’s no real need to really be afraid of anything,” she finishes while Spike crawls away from her to the other side of the bed, catching his breath.

“Yeah, probably,” Spike choked holding on to his throat, massaging the raw tenderized area.

“There is nothing to be afraid of at all,” Rainbow said with full confidence. Though the vote of confidence soon disappeared when the power to the TV cut off, leaving the room pitch black.

“Hm, looks like the power just went….” Spike didn’t finish feeling an overwhelming force knock him over on his side. “Ow, what the heck!?”

“I’m not leaving!” Dash blurted, holding onto Spike side. “It’s way too dark and there is no way I’m going to my room without any lights!”

“Huh?” Spike asks, looking at her despite the fact that he couldn’t see her face in the dark. “What are you talking about?”

“Well,” Dash ponders, biting her lower, “there’s no light and I might….. trip or something.”

“Use a flashlight to get there then,” Spike scoffs, squirming out of her arms, falling on the floor. He rolls over to the side of his bed frame, reaching under the bed, pushing numerous things to the side.

Rainbow leans over the edge above him, “Hey, what are you doing?” She jerks back, feeling a cold metal object suddenly bump into her nose.

“Here, take it,” Spike says, wiggling the unknown object in the dark. “You can use this.”

Rainbow feels the object around his hand, taking it into her own. She rubs the outside area of the object, finding that it was a cylinder of some kind. She came across a rubber button on the side of it and presses it down with her thumb. A ray of bright light hits her face, causing both teens’ eye to dilate quickly, resulting in a small strain of pain in their cornea.

She quickly points the light away from her face to Spike’s, “Ahh! Too much light.”

Spike’s eyes diolates even more as he hisses in pain, covering them with one hand, “Not at me!” He turns away from the bright light, motioning his hand to moves it away from him.

“Oh sorry,” Dash stammers, shining the light away from the both of them. “Okay, now that’s much better.”

“You got that right,” Spike rubbing his eyes, easing the strain on his corneas. “What are we going to do now since the power is out? There isn’t really any way to play the movie now without the TV…” he pauses, glazing to the side of his desk eying a medium-sized zipper case. “Hold on a second.” He crawls over to the to case, taking it in hand. “Okay, I got an idea!”

“What’s that?” Dash asked, shining the light to Spike’s face.

“Ah! Again, the other way!” Spike hissed.

“Oops,” Dash turns the light away shyly. “My bad. So what was the idea you had?”

Rubbing his eyes, he answers, holding up the case, “I was trying to say that we can watch the rest of the movie on my laptop. Since it has an battery, it should be just fine.”

“As good an idea as that may be, Spike, without any power, you can’t eject the disk out of the player,” Spike sinks his shoulders.

“Well, so much for that,” Spike slides the case back to the side of his desk.

“So what now?” Dash asked.

“Well, what else? It’s time to go to sleep,” he replies, climbing into his bed.

“What!? Why!?”

“Because there’s no power and there’s no way to continue the movie.” He yawns, “Sorry that we can’t finish it tonight. You can use the flashlight to get back to your room, okay?” He flips the covers over his body, snuggling in, “If the power comes back on, we can watch it from where we left off.”

“Come on, it’s not even nine yet!” Dash groans. “Can’t we can do something for a little while!?”

“Nope, no lights and nothing to do at all. You should get going to your room now, I’m pretty sure the batteries on that flashlight is going to…” The flash light blinks a little, then fades out, leaving them in darkness, “die…. Yeah, now we have no light.”

“What!?” Dash shake the flashlight click the button. “Don’t you have any more batteries!?”

“Nope, they all died earlier in the week when I was doing some late night reading of some of thse comics book series I was catching up on.”

“What were you reading?”

“Uhh...” He rolls his body away from her. “nothing important.”

“You were reading Power Girls, weren’t you?” Dash asks blankly, crossing her arms. She heard no response from the boy except feeling the bed squeak as he scrunches into a ball. “That's what I thought.”

“What! It’s a good comic book series! It has great action in it and it has character development with each of them.”

“Whatever,” Dash rolls her eyes. “I’m going to sleep then.”

“Okay, night, sis,” Spike replied, closing his eyes, drifting off for the night. He then felt the sheets lift up and a weight shift to his side. He turns over to his other sid,e coming face to face with Dash. “What are you doing?”

“Sleeping, what does it look like I’m doing?”

“I can see that, but why are you sleeping in my bed? You can go to your room and sleep in your own.”

“Hm…Nah, too lazy to walk in the dark. I’ll just stay here in your bed till morning.”

“Then I’m getting out,” Spike attempts to climb out, but was pulled back into the blankets, his back pressing against her chest. “Hey, let me go!”

“Nope, I said that you're staying here with me all night, remember? I’m going to see that you keep true to that promise.”

Spike squirms in her arms, “I thought that only applied to the movie!”

Dash yawns, drifting into slumber, “Night, Spikey.”

“Hey, lemme go!” Spike tries to squirm in her grip, trying to break through loose. He stopped when he heard the sounds of snoring. “Are you sleeping!?” Spike turned his head, seeing that she was indeed sleeping. “Hey!”

He pats her cheek lightly with little to no response. He attempts to move her over his arm, but couldn’t slip it out of her grip. He tries to rock sideways as much as he can with signs of progress. Dash frowns a bit, gripping him tighter by the waist. Eventually, Spike stops struggling and gives up on escaping with a loud groan.

“Err…. fine then, good night Dash,” Spike said rolling his eyes.

“Night,” Dash replied half asleep continuing her snores

Spike sighs heavily, closing his eyes, drifting off again for the night. Though this time it felt a bit more relaxing and somewhat warm inside, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, nor did he care at the moment.

“Ehh...too tired to think. See you in the morning Dashie,” Spike yawned.

Dash wings twisted, hearing what he had said. A slight smile formed across her face, tightening her grip on Spike’s waist in her sleep.

“Night, Spikey, I love you.,” she whispered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”