Life With a Rainbow

by DoctorOMalley

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Other, Romance
Length: 2748

A sequel to the 2nd-person 'Eyes of an Angel', it takes place one week after, following your life.

This is a second person sequel to 'In the Eyes of an Angel'. This takes place one week after you, Frozen Gust, confess your feelings for Rainbow Dash, and she does the same. This basically follows the events that take place afterward until I find a decent conflict.
Many events in this will not make sense if you do not read 'Eyes', so I HIGHLY suggest reading that. Unlike 'Eyes', this is multiple chapters, and will be updated whenever school allows. Character tags and categories will be added as necessary.
'Eyes' Can be found on the link.

Published 2012-08-24 11:54:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-11-16 05:23:07 UTC

Chapter One: Early Morning Music

A/N: You asked, and you received. Enjoy, because like before, I wrote this at two AM. I also wrote this listening to ’The Day’ by Sonata Arctica and I thought ‘Why not throw them in here?’ So I did. Enjoy! :D

Rainbow Dash yelling “Hey come on wake up!” is your alarm clock this morning. You look at the time, and yet again, it says Mo – 4:07 – AM. Only this time, a new picture is with it on the nightstand. It’s a picture of you and your marefriend Rainbow Dash, on your first date near the Whitetail Wood. After the whole ‘Wonderbolts’ incident, you found her sulking on a cloud, and it connected there.

‘Not this again…’ You think to yourself, becoming annoyed with Dash for waking you up again on a Monday at Four O’Clock in the morning. You’re silently wishing that you were just having one of those dreams.

All that was heard was the constant slamming on the door. “C’mon, Gust, get up! I need to ask you something!” you hear Dash yell; She’s the one pony in Ponyville who can sleep on a cloud for fourteen hours a day and still get eight hours of sleep, and here she is at four in the morning.

“Dear Celes- Rainbow, you don’t need to knock anymore, remember? I mean reall-” That’s as far as you get before she barges in, almost tearing the cloud-door off its hinges. That would be the third one you had to replace. While it may be her house legally, you still had your own wing added after a few years after the two of you knew each other.
“Well g’morning to you too,” you mutter under your breath.

“Well you look great,” she starts, looking you over. You had a major bed head, and your eyes were puffy from lack of sleep. “What did you do, fly through a tornado overnight?”

“No,” you begin to reply, getting a small smirk on your face “I had a hyperactive mare come flying into my room at four AM. But hey, I don't have a choice there. What do you need, Dashie?”

“What would you say if I told you that I just happened to obtain tickets to Sonata Arcticolt’s Ponyville tour?” She asks, looking excited and expectantly at you, locking eyes. Sonata Arcticolt is your favorite band ever.

“Normally I’d call you a liar, but the two of us,” You remember her bringing your attention to her Wonderbolt audition papers. “have a knack for good things happening at about four AM. So you really did?” You suddenly got much happier.

“Hay yeah! The tickets are for…” She puts a hoof on her chin. “Next Friday, I think.” She says.

A gust blows through her rainbow mane, making her shiver. “How do you live with these windows open?” She asks, moving towards the window to shut it.

“Don’t even think about it,” You say, stopping her. “I like it cold. It keeps the blood flow going. Helps me think. Plus, do you know me? You know, Frozen Gust? The name kind of gives my preferred temperature away.”

“It’s still freezing…” She mumbles, starting to shiver a bit.

“Ah c’mere, Dashie. Get in here.” You tell her, gesturing towards your double bed. “We can’t have you freezing to death, can we?”

“Yeah, sure, I have weather patrol over Sweet Apple Acres tomorrow by myself again.” She says, looking at the clock, Mo – 4:11 – AM “In three hours.” She climbs in, next to you. “G’night, again.”

“Heh,” You chuckle, “Night Dash.” You can feel her back rising slightly as she breathes. Her mane has a few loose hairs that get right up your nose and tickle it a bit, but not enough to bother you. This was the first time you had slept together, and it was paradise. You had a warm bed, your marefriend, and the most secure house you could think of, floating 100 feet above ground.

You wake up after falling off your bed. You mutter a few obscenities, get up, shake yourself awake, and look at the clock. Mo – 6:17 – AM Dash is not with you, and her half of the shared bed was left unmade. Typical Dash. You fix it up and head downstairs, to find her at the oven, with some toast and a muffin. “I made you breakfast, come eat.” She beckons. You comply, and take a seat across from her.

“Well that was nice of you,” You start, while unwrapping the muffin from its paper prison, “I’m surprised. You never do this.”

“I was feeling generous. I’ve got to go soon, check in with Cloud Chaser and get the schedule for today.” She says, getting up and putting her trash and dishes away. “I should be home by six. Try not to destroy the place?” She looks at you, raising and eyebrow and smirking slightly.

“Is there ever any doubt? Don’t worry, I’ll keep the place going.” You wave a dismissive hoof, “Just do me a favor, though.”

“What’s that?”

“Tell Applejack I say thanks.” You hadn’t seen her since a week ago, when she told you where Dash had flown during her upset with the ‘Bolts. “She’ll get what I mean.”

“Okay, sure thing. Well, I’m out. See you later, kid.” She calls, leaving. She used your old nickname. Even though you were only one year younger, she still insisted on calling you that. At least it didn’t stick with anypony else though. As far as you knew, there was only one other filly she called ‘kid’.

“Oh I hate you so much for that.” You mumble. After stretching your wings you decide to fly down to Ponyville to get some shopping done. You walk into your room, and your clock says it’s 6:30. Most shops are closed now, but some are open. You grab your wallet of bits, and accidentally knock over your picture of your family. You right the photo, and head out, locking the door behind you. After the click is heard, you head down, soaring at a decent speed.

You head down to Ponyville, and you see the basic shops opening up. Big Macintosh, Applejack’s brother, has the stand today, and Carrot Top takes up stand across from him. They both exchange a nod of acknowledgement, and begin the day. You decide to stop by Big Mac first. You land about ten feet from the stand.

“Hey Mac,” You greet him, “Just starting the day out?”

“Eeyup.”

“Fun times. Well, I’ll take a dozen apples.” You say, handing him the bits. After years of buying from the Apple family, you know the cost of a dozen apples.

“Eeyup.” He says, deadpanning, and hands you the apples, which you put in your saddlebag.

“Well see you later, and Dash says hi.” It was fairly public information the two of you were together now, thanks to Rarity.

“Now then,” you say, looking at the substantial list you have to fill that day, “Let’s go shopping.”

A/N: Well, another story written in the wee hours of the morning. Sonata Arctica keeps me up. (Or is that the chocolate?) Regardless, this was a preliminary chapter. As requested, here is a sequel to ‘Eyes’. This was to see who liked it, and who didn’t, and so on. In the beginning, the scene where 'You' take her to bed, There will be NO clop at all. Please rate as critically as possible, and let me know in the comments if I missed anything spelling-wise or grammatically. Next chapter is when school allows. Can’t help that. As for now, I’m hungry, so I’ll end it here. Have a nice school year if you’re in school, and if not, you lucky bastard!

Update

Okay, my dear lovelies. I'm approximately 1,000/1,500 words into chapter two.
Now, I have a question. Well, two actually.
What does

do?
And second: Should I give 'you' a name? Jet Howitzer gives the characters names, but I don't know if I should. I'm looking at possibilities here. I could 'steal' a name, I could make some up, or I could ask you.
I think I'll ask you
So in the comments, PLEASE tell me what I should name the character. I know it's a bit late at night, but hey, this is my free time.

Chapter Two: Shopping

Chapter Two: Shopping; Boy oh Boy

“Now then,” you say, looking at the substantial list you have to fill that day, “Let’s go shopping.”

In Ponyville, the weather was calm. A slight breeze blew through the air, creating a slightly cooler atmosphere. It was a beautiful day out, even by high standards.

Your list was a simple one, but it would be bothersome to fill, since the vendors who sold them were ever so conveniently placed all across the marketplace, with about one-quarter of a mile between each. You could fly there, but what would the point in that be?

“Shopping… Shoppitty shop shopping-uh…” you mutter. It was your week to do the shopping. After you had moved in with Dash, you had both decided it would be easier to alternate shopping shifts. You were silently muttering to yourself about how you wish it was Dash’s turn to do the shopping when you decided to look at the list.
'Butter, milk, eggs, cookies,' 'Cookies' was written hastily. You gave a slight laugh, Dash never could stop eating them. carrots, apples (✓), cotton candy, Wait, what? You look up to walk right into a wall of pink. You can’t help but notice that the pony in question you had just bumped into had noticed.

“Oh, hi, Gusty!” the pony shouted, you recognized by her voice and over enthusiasm that it was Pinkie Pie, the town’s resident party-holic.

“Hi, Pinkie. I was actually just on my way to Sugarcube Corner right now, to pick up some cookies for Dash.” you reply, spitting out the few stands of pink hair what you caught in your mouth.

“No way, same here!” she said, bouncing alongside you as you walked, “So how are you two? I haven’t seen either of you since last week!”

You remember that she was the only one out of your circle of friends who didn’t know. Even the resident mail mare, Ditzy Doo, knows by now.

“Oh you know,” you begin, nonchalantly, not hoping to make a scene, “we’re fine, as always. We’re together…”

“Well of course you are! You live together! What kinds of ponies aren’t together if they’re housemates? I mean real-” She’s stopped by a hoof in the mouth.

“Pinkie,” you begin, removing your hoof from her mouth, “We’re together together. As in a couple. We have been for about a wee-” You’re interrupted as she gasps more air than a pony’s lungs should be able to physically hold, and she bursts off, in the direction of Sugarcube Corner. “I could almost feel that coming, before I said it… Dash can wait until tonight for cookies.”

As you walked through the tranquil atmosphere of Ponyville, you could hear various ponies talking to one another. Whether it’s Twilight, Lyra and Bonbon, or even the shy and timid Fluttershy, they all had someone to converse with. You found yourself near Carrot Top’s stand.

“Hello, Carrot,” you begin, preparing the bag of bits. Like with the Apples, you know the rate for a dozen carrots.

“Hey there!” she starts, giving a friendly grin, “Looking for some carrots?” She asks, getting her carrot sack out.

“Of course. The usual, please.” With most shops, your usual was one dozen of whatever it is their wares were. You took out the fifteen bits, and handed them to her. “So, what’s been going on with you?” You ask her, taking the carrots.

“Oh, the usual; Fluttershy’s rabbits got out and ate up some of the garden, but we solved the issue. How’s Rainbow Dash?”

“Oh, she’s fine. She had weather patrol over Sweet Apple Acres today alone, but she’s going to be fine.” You tell her, “Pinkie finally found out about us.”

“Oh she did,” she asked, raising an eyebrow, “Took her long enough… I take it there’s going to be a party tonight, then?”

“More than likely… Well anyway, I should get going,” you say, packing the carrots away, and making a checkmark on your list, “groceries… Not fun at all.”

“Heh, your week again, is it?” She asks, giving a slight chuckle, “Good luck with that, send my regards, will you?”

“Can do, Carrot; have a good one.” You nod, heading off. By now, it’s about eight and most shops and stands are open.

You look at your checklist, which shows Butter, milk, eggs, cookies, carrots (✓), apples (✓). You only had the Butter, milk, and eggs left to retrieve. ‘Cookies’ was slashed off because you would have the party later, and though it would be an issue to explain, you could still manage to keep Dash from maiming you for not getting them.

The eggs had to be obtained at Fluttershy’s cottage, conveniently located due northwest of the Everfree Forest. Given that you were near Sugarcube Corner, you had to walk the whole way to the southeastern corner of Ponyville. While you could have just flown, you found it better, and safer for the groceries, to walk. Plus, you preferred to feel the grass under your hooves, and it was easier for you, anyway. As you began to daydream while walking, a buzzing catches your ear. Not the buzzing of a flying insect, but of rapidly flapping wings. You knew that had only one meaning. Crusaders.

“Look oooooouuuuuut!”

You jump just in time to avoid being flattened by a speeding Pegasus filly on her scooter, and the wagon tailing close behind with a yellow earth pony and white unicorn inside. You could feel the Pegasus’ helmet graze your tail as you jump. You see them go barreling into the river, just below the bridge by Fluttershy’s house.

“Oh Celes-…” You mutter, checking yourself for injuries, “Are you three okay?” You yell out, flying over, looking under the bridge. Luckily, there were only three wet fillies, a tipped over wagon and a scooter under the bridge, and nopony was harmed.

“Yeah, we’re fine. Just a little wet is all… Sorry about that.” Scootaloo muttered, picking up her scooter, while Applebloom, Applejack’s sister, and Sweetie Belle, Rarity’s sister were picking the wagon up.

“Ah, it’s cool.” You reply, helping the three get their belongings out of the water, “Where are you three off to in such a hurry, anyway? It’s not even nine yet.”

“We were off ta’ get our cutie marks in speed records!” Applebloom excitedly said, looking at her flank, “Ah guess it didn’t work so well, now did it?”

“Oh, come on, Applebloom, it’ll work out eventually…” Sweetie Belle said sympathetically

“Well here’s an idea,” you start, “Try doing what you specifically like, then see if that works. You can’t really rush these things. If you take it slowly instead of fast, it’ll work a lot better. Besides, I didn’t get mine until I was a few years older than you three.”

“Ya mean it, Mr. Gust?” Applebloom asks, looking at you. Sweetie Belle is listening intently, but Scootaloo has other plans.

“Yeah, yeah. No offense, but we hear that all the time. It gets a little annoying…” She starts,

“Oh, come off it, we’ll get them eventually…” Applebloom replies.

“Yeah, let’s go. I bet we can do something at the farm.”

“CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS APPLEBUCKERS! YAY!” they collectively yell, knocking you back a step. Scootaloo re-hitches her wagon to the scooter and the three mount up. The buzz off, a faint trail of dust behind them.

“Sometimes, I think that I’m the only sane pony in this whole town…” You mutter, trudging off towards Fluttershy’s cottage.

A/N:Well that’s done. Chapter two of ‘Life’ is now published. It only took hell knows how long. Even I don’t. Tonight’s music choice would have to be… Regeneration. Gotta love Doctor Who. This part of The End of Time gave me some heavy feels. I loved Tennant. He was and is the best Doctor. Matt Smith also is quite the good actor, but not as good as Tennant… With that, I go to sleep land. Good night, and Allons-y!
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