The Rainbow Stallion

"Why is your cutie mark a blade?" asked Rainbow Dash she leaned in on my flank, the dark blue, curved blade that adorned it, she took too much intenrest in it. I still couldn't believe that I met somepony that looked like me. I bet she was picked on too.

"Can you stop staring at my butt please?" I began to move away, but Rainbow Dash snatched me by the neck with her hooves, and it hurt, this mare didn't know her power, but she loosened her grip as I winced in pain.

"Are you a relative of mine? 'Cus you lookexactlythe same as me." she began inspecting every inch of my body, which was distrucing and uncomfortable at a high level. Didn't she have any manners? Or was she just a wasted street pony? Rainbow Dash then noticed the scar on my side. I began to shift my wing to hide it by Dash snatched my wing and pulled it up. A pegasus' wings are the second most sensitive part of the body. And she fiddled with it like a toy.

"Hey watch it with my wing!" I warned her, but she continued to stare at my side, at my scar.

"Where did you get that scar?" she pointed her hoof towards it.

"I'll tell you if you let go of my wing and stop staring at me!" I almost yelled in frustraition and anger, she was poking her muzzle where she souldn't be, arrogant I say. Rainbow Dash sighed and released my wing, I quickly tucked it neatly at my side, covering the scar this time. We trotted to a white couch, Pinkie Pie was sitting on the floor with a cushion under her rump. Fluttershy was nowhere to be seen.

"Take a seat you two." Pinkie happily pointed to the couch, I gladly sat down and made myself comfortable, butsomeponywas rude enough to just jump on the other side, like she didn't care about the others, which I highly doubt.

"So tell us about yourself Pick." Dash rested her hooves on the back of her head, exposing her armpits (hoofpits? I have no idea) a very, very, disturbing smell assaulted me nose. Sweat. The smell of sweat made me cringe, it was so unhygenic. I bet she hasn't taken a shower or a bath in weeks. And pegasus ponies use alot of energy. I covered my nose with my hoof, Dash just shrugged it off, not even opening her eyes, as if she was taking a nap.

"Right, where do I start off." I began, slightly shifting away from the sweaty smelling pegasus. "I was born and raised in Phyllidelphia, just as I turned three, the locals began to whisper among themselves. That didn't bother me. As I turned into a young colt, rumors began to spread around the town where I lived. Those bothered me, but then I had to go to school, as every pony has, at my first day..." I looked down. "I was beaten up for no reason. The teachers and the other students didn't to anything about it. They just let it happen, I was beaten until I bled. Then the whole school began laughing at me, calling me names like, coltcuddlers and gay. Just because of my rainbow mane and tail." suddenly Dash jumped up in the air, her wings spread and she looked at me with disbelieaf.

"Your rainbow mane?! They called you gay?! They called me a lesbo for the same darn thing! But I remained awesome and cool!" she sat back down, this time she didn't lift her hooves, thank Celestia. I continued.

"Anyway as I was saying, I stopped going to school for this matter, but then I got into trouble with my parents, they weren't like me, so they didn't care. The shouted at me, then my own father had beaten me to sleep." my eyes began to water as I clearly remembered those moments.

A whipping sound came, as if wood was hitting against fur.

"Ouch! Dad! Please stop it hurts!" yelled a small rainbow filly.

"You failed! You could've done good!" the brown stallion yelled as he delivered another hit with the wooden paddle.

"Oooouch...Dad...please stop...I'm begging you stop ple-AAAAAH!" the filly cried as it fell limp on the bed.

I broke from my trance, realizing that it was seconds before I had stopped, I spoke up again, my voice crackling with visible fear that flowed freely through my eyes.

"Then when I was old enough, my own parents kicked me out, saying that I'm old enough to take care of myself. I wondered through out the streets of my town, cold and hungry, thristy, beaten and dirty. When I asked for help, the by passers shut spat directly on me, the didn't care, they hated me, for some reason that is unknown to me. Then I found a part time job at an old bar. It wasn't the cleanest, but it payed a fair wage. As soon I sat exited the bar that night, four stallions and two mares stood before me, with various weapons in their mouths. I ran as fast as I could, but a stallion with a knife sliced my side, now this remained." I shifted my wing and showed them the scar, Rainbow Dash hissed. I tucked the wing back neatly.

"After that night, I bought an apartament, I spent there months, not even leavin the complex, then the years passed, my young time was wasted in depression and fear. Fear of being killed. Then I decided where I should go next, where I would find me perfect place. Then I found this little town, Ponyville." I looked back and forth between Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash, Dash had a thin dark line starting from her eye and stopping at her chin, her lip was quievring, I looked at Pinkie again, she wasn't smiling, she wore a sad frown. Dash chimned up.

"All that trouble, just for your colours?" I nodded in response, the next thing she did was surprising to Pinkie and me. She leapt up and wrapped her hooves around me, tightly hugging me.

"Don't worry, you'll be perfect for Ponyville, this place is really friendly, unlike those suckers!" she released me and wiped a tear from her eye. "Welcome to Ponyville, Pickie." she smiled for the first time I saw her.

Picke, already giving me nicknames huh? Well, this 'Ponyville' seems friendly as she said. Maybe I can finally live my life with happines. But Dash seemed right, all that life trouble just for the colours of my mane, are those ponies back in Phillydelphia crazed? Or zombie ponies? Never thought about that.

At the time I was lost in thought, Fluttershy stepped in the living room, balancing a tray of cups filled with tea in her mouth. She put the cups down and smiled, she pointed to a blue cup.

"Pick this is specially made for you. It will ease the stress." Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie already picked up their cups and left only the blue one. I picked it up with my hooves and sipped, delivering a sweet, berry flavour to my tongue. I sipped more, soon I found myself with an empty cup. I touched my stomach, it was warm. I sighed and leaned back on the couch.

"Thank you, Fluttershy, that was wonderful." I smiled at her, she shot me a wink and sat beside Pinkie.

Soon I found myself drifting off from time to time, I was having a bit of a problem keeping myself awake. My lids fully dropped and I dirfted into a deep, much very needed, comfortable and relaxing sleep. I haven't felt like this in my entire life. Knowing that there are ponies who cared about me and my own being.

I didn't even get to tell them how I got my cutie mark, but that would wait, I was sleeping now. With some new friends by my scarred side.

Thank you for your support guys! The readers themselves give me inspiration! Some of you suggested that I edit the old chapters, I might do that in my spare time, which is a week. I can give it a shot!