Rainbow Dash's Abusive Past

by Lefty Flip

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark
Length: 1991

The sequel to 'Rarity's Abusive Past', It follows Rainbow Dash and her genetic father named 'Rightful Step'. Everything is normal, until Rainbow Dash brings something up, which makes Rightful angry.

I'm not sure if I'll keep this one up for long. (I don't like this one that much) If you want a Mane Six member to have an abuse story, tell me in the comments of this story, or the other story.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-03-12 01:51:02 UTC

The Whole Story

The day was growing to a close, yet, 4 year old Rainbow Dash was enjoying her time. While she couldn't fly, she wante to be like her heroes! She manage to get an inch off of the ground. Her dad, not Rainbow Dad, her genetic father was watching. "Be careful!" He'd say, "Don't hurt yourself!" He'd warn, "I'll be here to catch you!" He'd always tell her.

One day, however, he wasn't there. He stayed inside. "I... I'm not feelin' it sweetie." "Aw, come on! Pwease?" Rainbow Dash wined. "Maybe later, honey." "Pweeeeease?" She'd continue, even though she knew her answer. "No, honey. I said no." "Mommy would watch me pway." She'd mumble. He'd never heard her say this, until today. "Mommy would watch me pway." She didn't mumble, and said it too loud. Her dad heard her begin to walk away. "What did you say?" Rainbow Dash squeaked. She realised the mistake she made. Her mom had died after she was born. Rainbow Dash's dad never spoke of it, because of the scar it'd left. However, Rainbow Dash had just brought it up. "Honey, tell me, what did you say?" "I 'dibn't' say anything!" Rainbow Dash still couldn't speak properly. "I don't like being lied to. Now, what did you say." He got up out of his chair, and walked over to his daughter. "I... I'm sowwy!" Rainbow Dash began to cry. "Hush, honey. It's okay. Whatever you said couldn't have been that bad. Now tell me what you said." Rainbow Dash snuffled. "Okay... I said: Mommy would have watched me pway." Her dad, named Rightful Dash, was surprised by this. "How DARE you bring her up!"

Rightful raised a hoof, and without thinking, hit Dashie on the back of her head. Rightful looked at his hoof. "Rainbow..." Rainbow Dash ran to her room crying. She closed the door, and ran over to her stuffed pony name Terry Nado. "Dabby hit me!" She said to Terry. "Dashie? Can I come in?" "NO! Stay away fwom me!" Rightful felt awful. He also felt something different. Something odd. Anger. He felt anger. Pure rage, actually. "Rainbow Jennifer Dash! Open this door, RIGHT NOW!" Rainbow Dash ran over to her bed, and hid under it. Rightful bashed himself on the door until he got in. "Rainbow Dash..." He said in a sing-song voice. "Rainbow Dash..." She was breathing heavily, which gave away her location. Rightful peered under the bed. His red eyes meeting her pink/purple eyes. "Hey Dashie. How are you?" Dash made a break for it. She ran between his legs, and ran out into the hallway. "Dashie! Get back here!" He ran for her, running into the hallway, trying to track his daughter.

Dash had stopped when she made a loop, and ran back under her bed. Minutes went by. She heard a sigh from the hallway. "Hmm. What's gotten into that silly filly? I'm not trying to hurt her... Maybe... Maybe both of us should simmer down for a bit..." She heard hoof-steps walk down the hall. Dashie sighed. He WASN'T trying to hurt her. Dashie decided she'd better go apologize. She left into the hallway, but was met with a push. "There you are! I knew you were in there!" Rainbow Dash was panting heavily. Who knew what he was thinking? "Now then, why did you say what you said?" "I was coming to apologize..." She mumbled. "Hmm? Got somethin' to say? Say it! SAY IT!" Dashie was met with a swing at her head. Dashie ducked, and tried to run. She was tripped instantly, and was overtaken by the giant force of Rightful. "You're not going anywhere. That little trick only works once." He was grinning with evil intentions. He let out a snicker. over the squirming filly beneath him. "Don't worry. I'm a gentle soul." He said quietly and calmly as he let out a punch right in the crying Dashie's face. "Wah! Nyaaaa! Dabby hip me! Waaaaaaah!" Dashie was bawling her eyes out. Her dad was always so nice. Why did he do this? He let out another snicker. "Sorry, my hoof slipped. Now, what'd you say... We go play video games?" Rainbow Dash was reluctant, but nodded.

Rightful gave her some ice cream, and a blanket. Dashie felt SO much better. They sat in front of the television.  "What game do you want to play, honey?" Rainbow Dash giggled, and pointed to a game called 'Pretty Pony's Perfect day'. "Okay." Rightful grabbed the box, put the game in, and gave the controller over to Dashie. "Okay. So, what do you do in this game?" "You go awound, and get money for clothes. You use the clothes to become pwetty. Den you pway games to become popuwar, and den you win!" Rainbow Dash said smiling. "Oh, I get it. So it's about becoming the prettiest and most popular?" Dashie nodded.

After an hour, Dashie was done playing. She sat on the couch, and began watching movies with her dad. However... After 15 minutes, her dad started making her VERY uncomfortable. Rightful kissed her neck, and rubbed her sides. "Dabby, stop it." Rightful was disgusted. "Don't tell me what to do, bitch!" He threw Dashie onto the floor, and mounted her. He began pounding her with his large penis, causing her to scream in pain and fear. "Yeah! You like this, don't you Dashie?" "Owwwww-ey! Dabby, stop iiiit! I don't wike iiiit!" Rightful discarded this comment, and continued. "I'm gonna fill you up like a whore!" Dashie was crying more tears than she'd ever cried ever. Rightful let out a loud moan, and dismounted his 4 year old mess of a filly, Dashie. He picked up his daughter, flew up to the top floor, into her bedroom, and threw onto her bed. "Dabby! Stop iiiit!" "It's bedtime Dashie. You need rest for tomorrow." Dashie shrieked. "W... What oo gonna do to me?" "Nothing bad... Nothing like today. Good night, bitch." Dashie tossed and turned, sobbed and cried. She eventually fell asleep.

"Dashie... Wake up." Dash woke up screaming. "Get away fwom me! Oo gonna huwt me!" Rightful seemed to get angry over this. "Bitch." He said, before dragging her off of the bed, and swinging her around. "Nyaaaa! Ftop iiiiiiiit!" Dashie grew sick, and her head hurt. Dashie threw up, and she was dropped into her sickness. "Why, dabby?" "YOU ruined the floors that I, ME, have to pay for. You'll get NO breakfast today. Until you clean that up with your mouth, I'm not feeding you!" Rightful left the room, but not before stomping her head into the vomit. Dashie was crying, she was vomit covered, she had a full diaper.

Several hours later, Rightful came in. To his surprised, Dash had cleaned up the sickness. "Wow... Good job Dashie. Come on, I'll get you some McStallions." Dashie was shivering in the corner, tears falling down her face. She got up, and crept over to her evil dad. To HER surprise, they actually went to McStallions. "Get whatever you want, Dashie." Dashie got 2 Bucky Meals, a small drink, and a small sundae. "Yummy!" SHe said, and gulped down her meal. They left, went home, and then Rightful put her to bed. He just sat there, and watched her. He gave her a pacifier, and waited for her to sleep. Dashie lowered her eyelids, and fell asleep. "Good... Good." He mumbled. He left for the kitchen, grabbed a knife, some soda, a spoon, and salt. Rightful went back up to Dashie's room, and crept over. He raised both of his front hooves, and brought them down onto her gut with tremendous force. Dashie woke up crying, and spat the pacifier out. She was coughing. "Dabb-(Cough)-y... Why did oo-(Cough)- do dif to me?" "Because you're a bitch! I want to be remembered by ponies who MATTER as a good stallion! YOU, a worthless whore, are going to be remembered as a sweet 'innocent' little baby. I'M going to remember YOU as a worthless time waster who can't even fly or speak right! YOU'RE going to remember ME as the one who let you free of your worthless existence!"

He began beating his daughter in the gut, making her eventully cough up blood. When she started this, he took off her shit covered diaper, and took it over to the nightstand. He grabbed the spoon, shoveled the poo, and force fed her the disgusting waste. Between each spoonful, he'd clamp Dashie's mouth closed, which made her swallow it. He laughed maniacally, and yelled into her ears. He'd yell insults, he'd yell things he had made up about her, he'd scream into her ears. Dashie was crying, Dashie had brown smeared around her mouth, Dashie was half deaf and screaming. "Worthless BITCH!" He stopped feeding her shit, and grabbed the salt. He forced open one of her eyes, and moved the salt near her eye. "NYAAAAAAAAAA!" Dashie bucked her back hoof into his face, causing him to stumble back. He slipped, and the salt flew into the air. He watched as it fell towards him spinning. The salt spun, and salt came out. Salt flew right into his eyes. "AAAAAAAAAH! MY EYES!" He stumbled around until he found the bathroom sink. He turned the water on, and washed his eyes. He went back to the bedroom, where he found an empty room. No Dashie, just the materials he left. Dashie flew in from behind, catching Rightful behind the head with a swoop. She spun around when her dad realised what had happened, and hit him in the face. "Argh... Little fuck!" He grabbed Dashie before she flew away. "Nyaaaa!" He walked over to the window, opened it, and put Dashie outside

Dashie was shaking, but remembered... She could fly... She didn't realise she'd flew back in her room... She COULD fly! "Have fun, non-flying whore!" He dropped her, turned away, and walked to the door. He turned around when he heard flapping. "How... How did you do that?" "I can fwy!" She darted for Rightful, catching him in the eyes. "ARGH!" He said, pain from salt still there. Dashie flew away from her dad, and went downstairs. She flew up to the doorknob, and opened the front door.

The night was cold, the night made it extremely hard to see. "Come back here, you bitch!" She gasped, and realised this was her chance to escape. She fluttered her little wings as hard as she could to climb higher into the air. She heard the hooves from her dad approaching, her heart was racing, her body ached, her stomach and gut hurt, but her wings were unharmed, though. She could fly, she COULD fly, SHE COULD FLY! She opened her eyes, and realised... She was above the house. "Dashie! Dashie where are you?!" Rightful looked up, and gasped. He growled, and began flapping his wings. Dashie looked down, and almost screamed. She began flying fowards, and tried flying away. She felt hooves on her back hoof. She gasped and kicked. She heard a cracking noise when she kicked the hooves, and she heard screaming.

Dashie looked behind her. Rightful wasn't there. She looked down for the final time. She saw Rightful on the ground, wings broken, body busted. Dashie realised... She was safe. She could now fly downward, and began running away. She would never look back, even if she was scared. She made a promise to forget, to not live this anymore. She promised to be as nice as she could to any pony she EVER came across. She would run over to every Cloudsdale house, and asked if she could live with them. First house she came to, and she was accepted.

Years and years later, she had it all. Cutie mark, home by herself, all sorts of friends. She had forgotten about her past, and began to live life like a normal mare would.