A Bronies Adventures in Equestria (Clopfic Version)

As I take my leave, I am barred by Pinky with the promise of a snack for later. I, being hungry already, patiently wait and start to examine the room. It was literally filled with all kinds of baked goods, among other things. How does she resist snacking on all these every day?

She comes back out with a bag of who knows what and places them on my back. "There you are, enjoy!" She turns away and quickly comes back to squint at my side. "Wow James, those are pretty realistic, did someone draw them on for you?"

What was she talking about? "Draw what on for me.?"

"Um..." She quickly bursts from the room in a flurry of pink and comes back immediately with a mirror in her hoof. She positions it so I can see and sure enough, there was a thin outline in the shape of a wing. I was unsure what to say.

Is someone pulling a prank on me? I give Pinkie a questioning look.

"Are you an alicorn?" She asked, bemused.

"I guess I am..." Then it hit me. "...wait, I'm an alicorn? I'm an alicorn!" Once again my excitement started to dramatically escalate, and once again I ran to Pinkie and hugged her. I bolted outside, all the while trying to get my wings to move. I slowly started to get the feel of them, every inch of muscle built up in these weak appendages, the skeletal structure of the wings as they flexed. I tried to flap them or at least rotate them and all I ended up doing was slapping my side. At least I'm starting to get the hang of it.

"Hey, do you need any help with that? Is your wing broken or something?" Inquired a familiar voice.

"Rainbow?" I questioned myself as I turned around to face my inquisitor. "Rainbow Dash, is that you?" She shadowed over my figure as she came down from the cloud she was using as her portable resting place.

"Yeah, what's it to uh...are those wings...and a horn? Your an alicorn?" She asked in disbelief. She then took a defensive stance. I attempted to tell her everything I knew about the situation but before I could even start, I was tackled to the ground by Rainbow Dash and was held there as she interrogated me. "Tell me who you are now!"

I strained to conceal my fear as I spoke. " I...um..."

"Are you a changeling? If your a changeling I'm..." She lifted her fore legs, preparing to stomp on my person.

"No! Wait, don't hurt me Dash! I'm not a changeling!"

She stopped but my body reacted before she even touched the ground. My wings flexed and threw her away from me as my body was lifted in a diagonal position from the ground, all the while being supported by my stiff appendages.

"Oh god! Dashie I'm so sorry, did I hurt you?" I checked her over as I talked to her, trying to make out even the slightest abrasion on her cyan skin.

"I'm fine! Now please get out of my face." She said, slightly irritated.

"Sorry, here." I offered my hoof.

"So, who are you then? And what are you exactly since your not a changeling?"

I then told her my story.

"Wow, that's quite a story guy...kinda makes sense on why you were having a tough time flying. All pegasi have real easy, even on their first time." She said, reflecting to herself on what she just heard.

"Yeah...sorry for knocking you down Dashie, I really do need to get the hang of this flying technique."

"Well, first step to flying properly you gotta--"

"Wait! So you will teach me how to fly?"

"Duh! What kind of pegasus would I be if I let another not know of the amazement I get to experience every day?"

"Ohmygod Dash! That's so awesome of you!" I say, running up to her and locking her in a tight embrace.

"Ah! James leggo! I can't breathe!"

I release her from my supposed death hug. "Wow Dashie, I thought you were tougher than that." I said in my sarcastic, disappointed tone.

"Oh, is that so? You think I'm getting soft? I'll show you you Mr. alleged...alien...thing!" She exclaimed as she rose into the air and plummeted down on top of me. She zoomed just above the ground and slowly ascended into the air with me in her arms. She held me as if I was a burden to her, almost weighing her down. But then relinquished her tight grasp as she slowly transitioned her grip into a hug. She stopped about seventy feet off the ground, holding us suspended, almost attempting to cuddle with me. I returned the hug. Not as strong as the one before, but with a delicate touch that she has never felt before. It felt as if I were hugging a muscular stuffed animal. She was extremely soft and yet I could feel the hard muscle and bone beneath her hide.

She without warning dropped me, showing no emotion as she let me slip from her arms. I sucked in air preparing to yell and call for help, but nothing but a squeak came out as I fell through the air

I closed my eyes, preparing myself for impending doom that was about to come of me, but it never came. Instead, I landed on a soft, wet, cloud that was just below from where she was hovering.

"You didn't think I was actually going to let you fall, did you?" She asked snidely, beginning to laugh.

"No, I didn't. But when you dropped me I wasn't sure what to think."

"You need to have a little more faith in others, you can trust me."

"It's not that I don't trust you Dashie, you just startled me that's all."

"Whatever, let's get on with the flying lesson. Now first, you have to adjust your wings so as to gain control. You don't want to have a wing snap shut because of the winds pressure. Can you move your wings easily?" I wasn't aware she had such a vocabulary, but as long as it had to do with flight, I'm sure she would know.

"Not really, I just slap my side like this." I showed her something similar to my previous attempts.

"No, not like that. Here, try and do this with your wings. Feel the muscle stretch and try to move that muscle." She grabbed my wing and started to move it in a flapping motion. With every touch came a shock of pleasure. I reached out to touch her wing, almost out of instinct. She kept moving and stretching my wing, to busy to notice that I was reaching for her. It was almost out of reach, just barely making contact with a feather.

"Wha-James! What are you doing?" She gasped. Then she looked at me and her wing, then notice how long she had been touching mine. She blushed. "Oh, sorry. I didn't think about how sensitive your wings must be since...well...your new and all."

"I'm sorry Dash, I wasn't even thinking. But may I keep touching them? Your feathers are extremely soft." I asked as I continued rubbing her wing with the tip of my hoof. I did mean what I said, her feathers were truly silken.

"I guess, just not too rough, I just had them preened." She extended her wing so it was within my reach. I took her wing into my hooves and slowly stroked them. Every feather in place, perfectly aligned, and so soft. I could barely make out a hushed moan coming from Rainbow, but I ignored it and continued caressing her wing anyway, making out every dip, every thread in her feathers.

She arched her back and moaned louder, I could tell she was enjoying this but I felt this was getting out of hand. I stopped rubbing her wing and repositioned it to her side. She still held her eyes shut tight but fell against my side.

What the hell did you do this time James? I asked myself. You have never seen Rainbow Dash do this before. Is it possible that I hurt her?

"Rainbow, are you okay?" I asked.

No response.

"Rainbow Dash!" I yelled, pushing back the disturbing thought that I might have seriously hurt her.

She stirred in your hold, mumbling something not intelligible.

I sighed with relief. Thank god, she's just asleep. I had no idea that wings really were that sensitive. It seemed hopeless to try to wake her. I searched for an area to lay her down and barely made out her house in the distance.

I hefted her on my back and carried her, jumping from cloud to cloud, all the way to her home. I nudged the door open and walked in. It looked to be the typical bachelors apartment. Garbage and equipment strewn over the room, dishes(what's left of them) piled up in a heap over the kitchen counter, and what clothes and dresses she does own are hanging limp from her door.

It was then the stench of dirty, sweaty clothes and rotting food attacked my senses. Trying to conceal my gagging, I waded through the waste making my way to what I hoped was her bedroom. Luckily, her bedroom wasn't polluted like her entryway . She stretched out across my back again mumbling softly to herself. She rearranged herself and enclosed her hooves around my neck whilst nibbling on my ear. I walked by her bedroom mirror and couldn't conceal my awe when I saw her expression. She may be one of the most toughest ponies in Ponyville, but she is still so damn cute.

She nuzzled my neck as I attempted to lay her down gently onto her bedspread, but she wouldn't let go. I could not reach her while she was on my back and I wasn't able or going to throw her off. I tried to think over the situation but a sudden drowsiness swept over me and eventually overwhelmed me as I collapsed onto the bed next to the flurry of rainbow colors within my view.

Once again the blurriness clouded my mind...