Our main character is now in a house made of clouds floating above Horsetown. Ponyville. Whatever. Clouds just feel like cotton balls, apparently. Also some how they are solid objects he can touch. The house is owned by Rainbow Dash, a blue horse with a rainbow mane and tail; a very obnoxious color scheme, indeed. The symbol on her ass is also most likely to represent a rainbow, but it has three colors. Yakury is conflicted on how to feel about this pony. On one hand, the vibrant colors break his edgy, little heart, but on the other hand, he can sense overwhelming amounts of Gay radiating off of her. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen a single male pony yet. Are all of these horses lesbian?

He had been sat down on a couch in the middle of the cloud house and told to stay put. It took quite the effort to fly up this high, so he welcomed the rest. Flying is not as fun as it looks, at least not for Yakury and his brand-new muscles. He felt like an obese goose trying to take off from a lake. Humiliated. He was only able to finally make it up with the help of Rainbow Dash ever so delicately yanking him into the sky by his mane.

Something to note about this "Rainbow Dash" pony is her ""cool"" and """radical""" demeanor. Her mane and tail are spikey and ""cool"", reminiscent of rainbow-punk.

The birth of the rainbow-punk aesthetic was probably the most existentially terrifying period in recent human history. That had been one of the last straws to break the camel's back and send Yakury running back to Hell and abandoning his life in the human world. Now look at him. Being left to his own thoughts once again, the petrifying realization struck him for about the third time since he's been here. Magical pink horse land. What has his life become? Truly hubris is the downfall of man and, as Yakury stares blankly into space, he is forced to accept he is no different.

Anyway, back to the whole Rainbow Dash thing. Her abode is bougie, with cloud pillars beside a fancy cloud staircase and even fancier cloud furniture. The couch he is sitting on looks as though it was fit for a mansion. He almost feels kind of bad putting his ash-covered hooves on it. Why would a pony like her have such an ornate home? An interesting question, indeed. Just kidding, he didn't care.

Since he was given direct orders to stay put, but not told how long to stay put, he has an internal timer ticking away until he's given more stimuli. After about 2 hours, the timer tells him to sleep for 12 hours or until woken by an outside source, and if the 12 hours is completed with no interruptions, his freewill will finally come back.

Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy check in every few hours, making sure he isn't up to trouble, before quickly leaving. Each time they appear, they reset his timer. When night falls and Dash is asleep, he is left idle just long enough to wake up, undisturbed.

He stands, stretching every limb until he has heard a satisfying pop from every joint and comes to the front door. The obvious reasoning behind bringing him to a cloud house is that one cannot catch a cloud on fire. Because of this, he was able to magic the door open without issue and step out onto a short porch. The cloud ends where the porch ends, a few feet from the door. He stands at the edge, looking down at the town below him. The floating house is drifting slowly, a couple feet every hour. The entrance is parallel with the flight path, so the view is like looking starboard off a fantastical sky-cruise. He can see the streets of Ponyville he had just recently been running through, but from such a different angle. With everyone asleep, the lights are all off, leaving the moon and stars as the only illumination. The soft moonlight emphasizes a curious look in his eyes.

He tests his wings again, beating them for a moment. He stops when he realizes he can simply glide in the wind down to the earth below. Getting back up would be a problem, but it doesn't even cross his mind as he spreads his wings and allows his feathers to gently catch the air. The thirty-foot descent is peaceful. When his hooves make contact with the dirt, a wholesome smile is on his face.

He glances at the homes and storefronts around him. The brightly-colored buildings that made him uncomfortable before are now soaked in moonlight, now painted in inky blacks, silvery grays, and even small pools of pearlescent whites. The atmosphere is calm and serene. He feels he belongs in this scene. He looks down at his hooves and notices all the hoof prints left there from the day. In some places the tracks overlap each other so much it just looks like a beaten trail. They make him feel some kind of longing, but he doesn't know what he's longing for. He steps backwards and watches as his hooves leave their own prints. Something like an existential crisis is brewing in the back of his mind.

He turns his gaze back up to the clouds. He readies himself and jumps into the air, unfolding his wings and catching the wind flawlessly. He circles his way back up the thirty-feet he had just descended, only needing to occasionally give a powerful flap of his wings to gain height. The rest comes naturally, from the wind and the air and the sky. It takes some time, but he eventually reaches the porch of Rainbow Dash's sky house.

He sits at the edge. The view is perfect.

Author's Note

less goofs in here. i just needed a chapter for setting up motivations and stuff. yknow how it is.
next chapter will have some powerful goofs, though
again: if theres like... grammatical errors and whatnot, feel free to point it out so i can fix it. 👌