The Rainbow Stallion

This is my first fic so critisizing is accepted, comment about what you think and tell me if I should continue with this fic!

I stirred and twiched in my bed, again I was having nightmares. Nightmares about ponies chasing me, calling me ugly names. I was always considdered for a coltcuddler, but in reality I was into mares. But they never listened to me. I don't have any friends, or family, or long lost relatives, I was alone in my flat.

Today was the day that I pack my stuff and head out into Ponyville by flight. Because I couldn't stand it anymore, the often sessions of torturing, of mood breaking ponies. I had enough, I won't stay another single day in this wretched place. If only I was different, If only my mane wasn't multi-coloured, everything would've been fine.

I opened my eyes and was greeted by the morning sun rays, I hated morning, I wanted to stay in bed all day, but I knew I had to get up no matter what. I shifted my hooves towards the carpet and landed with my fours. I walked up to the mirror and observed myself, the cyan coat that I hated so much was still there, still glowing strong, my rarely used wings were folded neatly against my sides, the two things that I hated most, my mane and tail. They were ugly, that's why I was considered a homo. Because they were like rainbows, rainbow themed, each colour was there. I stared back at my own magenta eyes, filled with boredom and pain. I looked away from my own image and began my descend of stairs.

I ended up in the living room, the couches and tables were covered with a thick dust cloud, I didn't even bother to use them. I trotted up to the kitchen and grabbad a juice box, I put the straw between my mouth and sucked, the cold liquid quickly flowing down my dry throat. I smashed the juice box and threw it in a bin. I trotted around to house and spotted a medium brown suitcase that held my primary items, which I packed last night. I picked it up and flew out of the door, leaving my house behind, all of my items were already sold, so there wasn't a real price on what's left in the house. I began flapping my wings faster and harder, increasing my speed.

After hours of exhausting flying I stopped and slowly landed on some soft grass, I leaned the suitcase against a tree and sat under it myself, the tree shadow hiding me from the sun's glow. I felt tired and needed some rest, slowly I was dozing off. Until uncounciousness overwhelmed me as I fell asleep.

I awoke at the soft nudging on my side, slowly I opened my eyes and saw a pink blur, it was mumbling softly.

"Dashie, is that you? You look...different."

My vision began to concentrate and I saw a pink coated mare with puffy hair, I groaned and sat up.

"Who's Dashie?" I asked, clearly confused, I was surprised that she didn't mock me of my rainbow style or anything, maybe she had a rainbow friend like me! But I wasn't her friend. The pink mare slowly backed away, her head hung low.

"Oh...sorry, I thought you were one of my friends and, you look just like her, only your muzzle is different." she apologized in a low tone, I tilted my head and spoke in a soft tone.

"No need to worry, ponies make mistakes like these, I'm sure you'll find your friend sooner or later."

The pink pony smiled at me, she lifted her head and up and began walking towarads a cobblestone path. Then something clicked.

"Hey wait! Do yoy know which direction could take me to Ponyville?" I stopped her, she turned around, the pink pony was wearing the widest grin I've ever seen. It was wide my own cheecks began to hurt.

"Oh yes I do! That's where I live! Come with me!" she waved a hoof for me to follow her, I quickly picked up my suitcase and threw it on my back. I began following the pink pony who was now bouncing. It seemed exhausting. We began our trot/bounce towards the town of Ponyville. It seemed that this can be a good day after all.