Author's Note

Ah, you've made to chapter ten of Fireflower's fanfic that goes beyond the typical oneshots made from before, a Mature one no less on the grounds this chapter will deal with similar heavy subject matters proven to be unsuitable for those under eighteen, easily offended, and/or quickly nauseated; suffice to say, this was by far a strong note for many readers all, and like before, y'all are given yet another option to skip ahead to the next one: whether or not you'd take this offer, it's only up to you to do so nothing more.

Aside from disclaimers long ago, I want to take the time to say thank you for never pulling out too early since we're now nearing in the end of the story altogether; somehow, the new year has provided us with a new hope to have and hold with tender loving care rather than yet a totally lost cause and the strength to continue onward in staying tuned for the future that is the now: I believe at this rate, everything will make sense soon enough.

One last thing before I sign off, I want to let y'all know that this was the hardest chapter for me to write, especially considering this was about Rainbow Dash so to help me along with it, I had to rely on some media for the basis of it: spot them and you might get your chance to see a preview of the next story; of course, I wouldn't count on it though for the most part.

Monochrome

At the moment in time thereof, the utter lack of photon readings, physical or otherwise, and an abundance of extreme uncertainty overall currently dominating the very atmosphere therein. Amongst the very factors that were clearly present and accounted for, the roaring winds and the mild heat were found to be making themselves well–known right here and now so to speak of. Aside from that, the current occupancy was above from simply desolate but nonetheless devoid of basic comforts from hearth and home alike so to speak, let alone the company of loved ones.

It was at this very moment in time, of all the people to be found was a lone woman lying at her side in an unconscious solid state society that was loneliness. Her skin was of a bright complexion, the coating amongst its own integumentary system already reminiscent of the wheat hailing from the grainy amber waves. Several colors were found to have already painted the lone woman’s very tresses all together now, separate but equal like a nearly, if not completed rainbow. Upon her body were but a set of jet black undergarments that had been tightly hugging its owner, instantaneously offset by the presence of muscles and curves.

In a matter of mere seconds with little warning whatsoever but somehow as if it were on cue, the woman was assaulted by a series of flashing lights. This was enough for her own body to twitch and spasm in the contact with the photons wreaking havoc before she had woken up from her slumber. Although that the lone woman had initially showed signs of a struggle, her eyelids were finally opened up completely all at once bearing magenta. Memories of the overwhelming darkness all around her and within the once dormant line of sight became a thing of the past as she had gotten in tune. Under no small of time as the lone woman in question had her ears subjected to a barrage fire of calliope cacophony running amok without a care.

“What the– what am I’m doing here in my own underwear of all things; as a matter of fact, how in the world did I even get there so to speak?!” she had sputtered about, starting to get onto both of her very own kneecaps within due time.

It wasn’t even long until the woman stood upon her bare feet, feeling nothing more but coldness beneath than ever so recently for what it was worth. Almost immediately was she greeted with a breathtaking sight that made her eyes contract a bit: not only was she above ground, she was in a park. Out from a nearby window, she could see that the moon and stars with the sky were offset by the abundance of electricity bounded within the glass. Numerous attractions were found to be surrounding the lone woman: rides, buildings, and food carts actively up and running so to all speak at once. Their colors were more loud and live with diversity compared to her hair, rampant in various shades, hues, and cries alike thanks to the lighting. Despite of the active atmosphere that the woman was already a part of, there were absolutely no signs of other lifeforms like and unlike her so far.

Just as she was about to comment on the environment thereof, she watched herself slowly descend towards the ground almost immediately as some feedback broke through the music and squawked out, “this a friendly reminder to all patrons in the amusement park: we will be closing shortly within the next hour; as such, please make sure to check your belongings as you leave. Thank you all very much for attending anyway and please have a nice night; tomorrow will be a better day as it were so we hope to see you again sure enough. After all, we’re determined to make you all grow a smile upon your faces as we bring the fun to anyone of all ages and appearances alike anytime anyhow.”

“Well, at least it answers one question I had from earlier but there is another: where is anyone; as a matter of fact, who’s even operating the darned thing…?” the lone woman had sighed as she turned away from the glass, still fluidly aware of her dishabille anyway for the lack of a better appearance, “I can’t believe that I’m in big wheel wearing my fucking underwear of all things!”

“ATTENTION PLEASE: PAGING MISS RAINBOW DASH, A CHILD IS SEQUESTERED AT THE KIOSK NEARBY THE HALL OF MIRRORS, I REPEAT…” another voice was now instantaneously heard going into her ears as soon as she stepped out of the very car she had woken up in just recently.

The titular woman felt the cold air rushing throughout her skin with more reckless abandonment than ever, causing herself to hug her own almost instantaneously while shivering about, “damn, I gotta find something warm to cover myself and soon: I hope no one sees me in my attire while I’m at it; I’d die of embarrassment at this rate…”

The door behind her had been closed almost immediately after she had departed, now rotating about at a steady pace with little concern whatsoever. Rainbow had absolutely no time at all to comment on even the most basic of details regarding the attraction she was once a part of not too long ago. Dense calliopes had currently begun to resume as the lone woman struggled to find some textiles or anything that could even function as one by proxy.

“Ugh, look at that slut with that clown hair on her head: I can’t believe that she came here in that get up of all places; who does she think she is, Pinkie Pie?!” a distant yet also different voice was heard scoffing, prompting her to look around for the source of its discontent only to find no one at all, “even she would’ve just gone naked and look good in all that morning glory unlike her…!”

“What the fuck: just because I had woken up in my underwear doesn’t mean that I always enjoy it; nevertheless, where could I even find something to cover my body…?” Rainbow growled as she had started to scurry about right upon the cold dusty trail within the otherwise open labyrinth that was festive yet desolate.

Amidst the newly burning ire therein, the icy airstreams had already brushed up against the lone woman’s exposed skin: every fiber within her ears, nose, lips, arms, legs, abdomen, hands, and, feet were becoming deprived of heat slowly; this had made a sneeze escape within only mere seconds no less.

As she was walking all across the loamy soils within the very environment, she’d appeared calm on the outside but was thinking all throughout the passing times since her sudden yet unexpected appearance in one of its attractions thereof: so now it was to be some unseen onlooker saying what to wear and otherwise with the golden silence as its mindless grinning supporter anyway. Even though that Rainbow felt like she couldn’t care less for the most part, she knew that mere actions such as thinking weren’t just for the unintelligent ones and that the clever ones could also use such things like inspiration and what was sent from the heavens even now that enharmonic steam did nothing to come to her very aid since the atmosphere was open and free so to speak of. In the midst of all the drama and suspense, the lone woman’s stomach did growl, crying out for some nourishment despite her appearance; although that she had taken in a deep breath and the scent of various aromas through her own nostrils, her current attire was enough to firmly remind its owner of the very situation she was in: underdressed, underfunded, and unaware all at once. Of course, she was far from fearful but rather annoyed and confused as to what could be done about her state of affairs and mind; after all, the very summary in regards to it all was native to the likes of herself considering the sudden natures the mysteries therein had possessed she had wished to unravel, provide with some caveats, unforeseen and otherwise all throughout the way. Under no circumstances did Rainbow ever dared to even think inasmuch about leaving the very area that she was in, despite the sudden announcement that was made earlier regarding the time it was going to close for the most part; after all, there was the matter of a single child having been mentioned following her departure from the point of origin that was once her sleeping quarters.

Lost in thought, the young woman broken out of her mobile trance by the sudden announcement therein, “MISS RAINBOW DASH, PLEASE COME OVER TO THE HALL OF MIRRORS SOON…!”

“I’m walking already…!” she had quickly exclaimed while the hour of salvation was at hand for the most part: a rather large cloth was found to be hanging from a pole at the height of her very shoulders, colored in blackness but burning bright red as of this very passing moment; this had made her sigh with relief, “finally, at least there’s something for my troubles already…!”

It wasn’t even long when Rainbow had gone and slowly but surely tore out a large portion of the very fabric away from the solid object almost immediately, gathering enough to wear it around her body from her underarms to kneecaps; of course, she was still barefoot and the makeshift attire did little to cover up the thick shoulder straps of the brassiere upon her own body.

“Oh my goodness, String Bean, look at that her rags: it is so bad she looks like one of those tribespeople in the local magazines but it looks like she couldn’t help it; after all, they only talk to her because she just a total prostitute, ‘kay…?” the same gentle voice from earlier had made its way through to the ears, causing such indignation to become kindled again like it was before.

It was at this point, the lone woman had stopped in place, looking around her environment for anyone who was seen to be agitating her as she screamed out rather loudly, “OKAY, WHO THE FUCK WANTS TO BE PRESSED INTO JERK CIDER FOR SAYING SOMETHING LIKE THAT?! COME ON AND KEEP IT UP; IF YOU’RE BRAVE ENOUGH TO REPEAT THAT, THEN THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS SAY IT AGAIN BUT THIS TIME TO MY FACE, MOTHERFUCKER! EITHER WAY, I’M FEELING READY TO KICK SOMEONE’S STUPID FUCKING ASS…!”

“Says the woman whom is no stranger to taking it up butt lately…” a snide remark shot throughout the deadened air, causing her to grit her teeth almost immediately, “Rainbow is such a shitty little slut, I don’t see why that young brat puts up with her sleeping around with so many people, even other girls mind you. As a matter of fact, I bet she would have slept her way to the Academy the second she had gotten the chance; sucking, thrusting, and defiling every one of her colleagues: fatties, scraggies, mountaineers, tough customers, janegirls, even people with the common cold of all the others no less…”

“That is fucking disgusting; I’ll be glad that you get roughed up you sick ass bitch…!” the eponymous traveler snarled as she kept on walking.

Stardust memories of the recent announcement from not too long ago have instantaneously become magnified when the speaker from before had repeated it once more, this time with feeling, “RAINBOW DASH, TO THE HALL OF MIRRORS! RAINBOW DASH, HALL OF MIRRORS!”

“ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT ALREADY: I SAID THAT I’M GONNA GET THERE, SO I’LL BE THERE…!” the lone woman shout outwardly while stomping onward to find the aforementioned place in question sure enough, “I can’t believe that everyone in this amusement park is behaving like a sack of dicks all of the sudden; so much for the love and tolerate and all that jazz here…”

At long last, she came across another attraction almost immediately; the only thing she could take solace in was the fact it was rather drastically from the big wheel she was once inside of. Unlike the observational ride that had already been prided itself for being circular in and of itself, it was quadrangular and well grounded enough to have only two stories despite being thicker. Rather than the colorful scheme that had matched Rainbow’s titular tresses throughout her head, it was in a darker format of dank and dire monochromatic basis with mirrors plastered around. As such, even the lone entrance in question was more lively than the cars that traveled in the spaces between heaven and earth, bearing a face that had barely resembled the woman’s species.

If the foreboding attraction failed to scared, let alone surprise her, then the presence of another individual ended up doing the work for her almost immediately. Although that Rainbow was relieved to find life in an otherwise hopeless place, what had caught her off–guard was the mere appearance of subject in question. Not only that, the individual’s attire, despite being more modest, covered up much of the skin to the point of concealing its very identity to the likes of the woman.

“Good evening and welcome to the park, Rainbow Dash; we’ve been waiting for you for a long time…” the attendant nearby the titular onlooker chuckled darkly as the lights all around them had started flickering about.

She stumbled a bit before swallowing a lump of air and saliva into her throat as soon as it had formed, barely retaining the strength to reply, “how do you know my name; who are you anyway…?”

“My identity is not of your concern at all, Rainbow Dash; however, in regards to your previous question, such news tend to travel fast in this day and age…” the cloaked figure in black hissed fairly almost quickly, “besides, it’s been a long time since you had been to this place; do you even remember any of it whatsoever…?”

“What are you talking about; what does this have anything to do with me…?” the eponymous witness had asked caustically.

The unknown individual sighed before responding, “it’s odd how paths cross and we meet again under rather bleaker circumstances, especially considering how far you had fallen into a common whore…”

“What the fuck is wrong with you; what’s with everyone talking about my sex life?!” she squawked sternly, balling her hands up into fists before becoming ready to charge at the figure in black, “besides, I’m not like that anymore…!”

“You were never a wholesome woman to begin with, the state of your affairs cannot be deleted: they were a part of you, your flesh and mind; a tattoo, Rainbow, in the form of hedge sparrow burned into your soul…” the stranger had said, raising up a right hand to show off a picture of a bird etched into the very pale and damaged skin therein.

The aforementioned denizen scoffed aloud, “let me make this clear to you: there was no point to this, that’s was all in the past, there’s no need for this; it’s utterly ridiculous to dwell on these things anyway…”

“What’s so ridiculous about the past: the fact that you were a big fat harlot or the fact that you gotten yourself so engorged into the whole idea of living alone…?” the unknown individual retorted with hinted rage, “the fact you would even think that your friend Twilight seems to be a better excuse for neglect those who matter to you and you mattered to her and your friends…! For someone who even dares to think of herself as a positive role model in this day and age, you had no problem throwing yourself towards the nearest cadet who does more to care about the safety of the crown and country than a quick pick–me–up courtesy of the likes of you no less…! You couldn’t even put them aside for the sake of those that looked up to you; Scootaloo was blessed to survive the shit that man did to her while you were just laying there taking in all the crap the other guy gave you because of how you went by the reputation of a C–list porn actress…!”

“Scootaloo has nothing to do with whatever fucking bullshit you’re going with; she was just too young to have that crap done to her and so were her own friends, especially Apple Bloom of all kids: she was a good soul, had a nice family, and even lived in the most upstanding of towns…!” the lone woman spat back out in the heat of the moment all too easily.

The figure in black paid her outburst no mind whatsoever and said, “that’s more than anyone could ever say about you, especially Applejack; you should have seen her anyway, having the only place in the sun torn asunder by war before and after, something that you can easily relate. One day out there putting food on the round table for the whole family alongside kith and kin alike by shelling out all sorts of goods made from the freshest crops blessed by a higher power; the next watching the matriarch be killed with a swift blow to the face as the beloved sister gets dragged aside to do who knows what while a pet dies unsuccessfully defending such virtues. Everything that happened to that poor farmer, you deserved it more than her, if not worse: having such dignity being stripped away, being forced to sire a youth out of wedlock, coming down with the pox, losing the home and the workplace known and loved throughout all life since birth alongside the same kith and kin whom provided food, clothes, and shelter as well as memories! Even now, you’re already suffering the consequences of your own actions; TAKE A LOOK AT YOURSELF, OH RAINBOW DASH, AND DESPAIR: YOUR BLOOD RUNS COLD…!”

“What the fuck are you talking about…?” she snarled at once while taking a step forward into terror, quickly stopping in place the second she felt something wet and sticky; as a result, her point of view shifted from the stranger in question towards the ground that changed her emotions from fury to fear: a puddle of blood underneath her feet that made her jump, “EEEEEWWWW!”

“Feel the pain of the actions you have taken as penance…!” the unknown individual had bellowed as Rainbow slowly discarded the cloth to find the crimson fluid trailing down from her own soiled knickers.

Slowly but surely, the lone woman couldn’t help but to collapse onto the cold and messy ground involuntarily, clutching her abdomen in a spasm as she had screamed aloud, “AAH, IT FUCKING HURTS SO MUCH…!”

“Who do you think pays for this easy life of yours?!” the stranger had hissed as he became accompanied by more shadowy figures here and there now surrounding her as she was laying there bleeding, “people like you should be ashamed of themselves: you get everything you want but it’s never enough; it’s pathetic that you of all people had to be brought down this way…! Of course, this was bound to happen since you kept going down a destructive path of sex and violence: you had no problem risking your reputation by sleeping with anyone on your own free will; yet, with what one man did to you, you would go so far to cry for help just because you said no! It’s no surprise that you’re one of the most hated people in this country, let alone in the country: your friends are even more worthy of sympathy than the likes of you; for crying out loud, even your admirer’s friends deserve the most of it all, especially one of your friends’ sisters of all people!”

“Stop it, what are you doing here?!” Rainbow cried loudly as she had looked upon the faces of other figures in black, only to find nothing whatsoever; however, there was one that had dared to stand out and about: unlike the others, the onlooker in question had more details than the rest of them present and accounted for which made the former gasped briefly with some widened eyes.

It was a young female staring at the lone woman with purple eyes, albeit colder to the touch with a strained visage and a stagnant position so to speak. The very anomaly out amongst the crowd around the bleeding subject had some darkened gamboge coating her skin like a newly orphaned fawn. The youth’s locks of hair, despite having a more lively color than its owner’s eyes, possessed messy strands held out of place compared to Rainbow. The onlooker’s otherwise modest attire of a jet black coat, matching boots, green shorts, and teal socks were all caked with some blood, albeit scarce.

In due time, the youth struggled to speak in a groan, “why, Rainbow… how could you do this to us…?”

“Scootaloo, please believe me; it’s not true…!” the titular listener instantaneously pleaded, “I would never do anything to see you get hurt at all!”

“Well, it’s too late for that: I’ve been getting teased at school because of you and to think that being short–winded wasn’t enough of a reason to be picked on…!” the pained onlooker had shouted back almost immediately with a shrill reverberation, teardrops now escaping from her eyes with accents of a bloody stream.

The young woman buried her face with both hands struggling to hold back a sob in the process, “I can fix this…!”

“You couldn’t fix shit, Rainbow Crash…!” another shadowy individual had berated furiously, bearing a more masculine tint, “you’re too busy being a homewrecker in training to repair anything these days; you’re like a bitch in heat…!”

“THAT’S NOT TRUE…!” she’d wailed in pain.

The third figure in black hissed at Rainbow with erupting laughter, “in tomorrow’s news, you’ll be nothing more than an insult to jokes worldwide; even your dearest friend Pinkie Pie would refrain from making light of your existence altogether at this rate, especially considering her upbringing…!”

“It’s kind of a shame really for a woman of her age to fall so low; at least you’ll still have your customers to fall back on…” the secondary stranger had scoffed a bit rather sharply amongst one another, “then again, they’ll rather move on to sleeping with your other friends rather than you, Rainbow Dyke…!”

“What the fuck is this; what’s wrong with you people?!” the lone woman whimpered as she felt something growing within the pit of her pained stomach, causing her to clutching the wet area.

As she was doing so, the first individual in question said, “what happened here was your own doing; now, here comes the second phase of your penance, Rainbow Dash: THE PAIN OF CHILDBIRTH…!”

“MOTHERFUCK, IT HURTS… HOW IS THIS HAPPENING?!” the eponymous subject heaved as she felt her abdomen grow slowly but surely in the very process with a sharp sting making its way, “I HAD THEM PUT CONDOMS ON, FOR CRYING OUT FUCKING LOUD…!”

“Poor deluded wench; not even contraceptives can save you from the reality of your sins crawling in your skin…!” the very first figure in black bellowed as the lone woman stare at the star–studded sky above themselves with the sneering silhouettes at the edge of it all, the dark colors already falling out of place.

Her magenta irises watched as they began to swirl out of place as the many ripples and wrinkles in the time–space continuum to no end in sight whatsoever until it had finally happened already: although her eyes were shielded by its lids, she had felt her throat becoming warm and bitter as a great discharge was already in action, gurgling and plopping with utter litheness within intervals. Seconds later, Rainbow quickly opened her very eyes back up and couldn’t believe what she had seen: an assortment of lukewarm hues splattered into a wayward cluster found out as they were, mixing in with the rank blood as the stenches and colors merged immediately; needless to say, the sickening appearance thereof threatened to make things worse for her than they already have.

It wasn’t long until the lone woman, despite clenching her teeth tightly, had bawled out a hoarse gurgling moan, “UUUUUUUUUUUWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

At long last, a child was borne into the whole wide world; however, there was no joy was found in the plane of existence even though that the crowd around them started to fade. The newly living being was in the altogether, a significant difference from its own mother whom was already in a state of dishabille; of course, the former was cloaked with blood. Instead of simply resembling Rainbow’s physiology in any shape or form whatsoever, it was green all around its body with scales making up the very integumentary system. The crying infant’s wrinkly abdomen was flat like a flaccid pancake, barely clinging to life as it wheezed around the puddle of crimson with spots on its very back writhing about.

“Rainbow Dash, if you can still reason, if there’s still any portion of your mind that can still function, then take this thought with you: this is not hatred, this is retribution; this is not revenge, this is justice…” the lone stranger said to the woman looming over her, “but this is only the beginning; you’ll have a lot to think about before you leave this world and your mortal coil too…!”

“Yeah, right…” she had groaned while hearing the newborn’s crying, still lying awake in a puddle of their own wastes therein as they were all alone, watching the stars above themselves going out before her eyes as her strength was starting to leave her very weakened body slowly but surely.

Eventually, Rainbow had subsided into inactiveness, no longer even fighting back whatsoever.