"........And that's the time I slept with Princess Luna.", a voice said as I slowly regained consciousness.

"Alright Legs, I've got to go, but you feel better.", the voice said.

I slowly opened my eyes, and I took a deep breath in.

"Hmm?", I said as I slowly re-entered the land of the awake.

"Rookie? Is that you?", the voice said.

This time I could comprehend it, and I noticed it was female.

"Slept...with Luna, hmm?", I said, as my eyes opened fully.

It was Spitfire standing in the entrance of my room. She smiled happily at me, and walked back in my room.

"Well hey, Sleeping Beauty!", she said, tapping me on the gut.

"You....didn't answer me, Spits.", I said, trying to figure out speech again.

She laughed, and tapped me again.

"Maybe another time.", she said with a wink.

I shot her a death-glare.

"Bitch. So, how long was I....?", I asked

"Well, erm, d-does that really matter?", Spits said nervously.

"Kinda!"

"A month, at most...?"

My eyes widened at her statement.

"One month?!", I asked.

Spits nodded, and put on a sheepish grin. I let my head hit the bed in a mix of surprise and anger. I let out an annoyed exhale, and sat back up.

"Was it really that bad?", I asked Spits. She pulled up a chair, and sat next to me.

"Well Legs, it wasn't good.", she began with a serious look. "You had some major internal bleeding, a punctured lung, four broken ribs, and..."

Spitfire looked very worried now.

"Several severed tendons on you wings."

I took a fearful gulp, and clarified the bad news.

"S-severed tendons on my wings?", I stammered.

She nodded and patted my shoulder.

"Yeah, but it's going to heal up within the next week. You're lucky that magic has been incorporated into medicine these days.", she said with a semi-reassuring smile.

I let out a small breath of relief, and smiled a little. As I was enjoying my small moment happiness, a nagging thought hit me.

“Has Rainbow....?”, I asked.

Thankfully, Spitfire understood the open-endedness of my question. She brandished a toothy grin.

“Legs, she’s come to see you every day so far! I swear man, she worships you. I think you’ve got something going on here.”, she exclaimed.

Her little statement warmed my heart up. The mare I had secret crush on was now looking upon me as a hero! I looked around the small hospital room to see if what Spits was saying was true. Unfortunately, Rainbow was nowhere to be seen.

“Spits? Where is she now?”, I asked Spitfire. She looked back at me, and gave me a confused look.

“What do you mean?”, she asked.

“Rainbow Dash, where is she?”, I replied.

“Oh! Yeah, she’s at the spa!”

“The spa?”

“Yeah I told her to take the day off, that’ll I would watch you today.”

I put on a happy smile. I was glad Rainbow knew I existed, but I was also glad that she wasn’t running herself ragged from watching over me.

“You look pretty happy, Legs.”, Spits commented.

I nodded, and tried to sit up.

“Well Spits, I am. Not only for the fact that Rainbow ‘Worships’ me, but the fact that she’s not all mentally fucked over everything that’s happened.”, I said.

I ran a finger down one of my legs to get it going again. It twitched a little at the touch, and I swung it over the side of the bed. I gave it a few cautious swings to get blood flowing again.

One the warmth returned to the one leg, I moved the other one over the side of the bed.

“Can you stand?”, Spits asked.

Both of my hooves were planted on the tiled floor.

I gave her an unsure smile, and said, “We’re gonna find out!”

In a burst of masculine arrogance, I burst to a standing position...........only to wobble, and nearly face-plant into the bleached tiles below. Spitfire ran over, and was able to stop me from making a fool.

“Heh, thanks,” I said to her.

I allowed myself a second of defeat, and another to regain my almost-existent balance. I felt my body slowly steady out, and my hooves felt secured to the earth.

“I think I’ve got it,” I said to Spits.

“You sure?,” she replied.

I nodded my head a few times, and Spitfire released her grip on my arm.

Instead of falling flat on my face, I was able to stand this time.

“Haha! Told ya!,” I boasted.

Spits rolled her eyes, and tossed me my uniform.

“Here, you fool.,” she said.

I replaced the scant hospital gown with my comfortable blue airman’s uniform.

As I was pulling the powder blue t-shirt over my body, I noticed the aftermath of Gilda’s attack. Three parallel lines were raked across the left side of my chest. The flesh was slightly raised, and was a rosy pink. I put my finger on one of the lines of flesh, and it was very sensitive to the touch.

As I felt the chills roll up and down my body, an odd emptiness hit me. I don’t know what caused it, but it was driving a real wedge in my mind.

“Spits?,” I called

“What’s up, rook?,” she called back.

“Did......did I die?,”

Spitfire walked up behind me with a very hollow look on her face. She wrapped me into a hug, and her voice was muffled by my frame. I pulled her off of me, and grabbed her shoulders.

“Spits! Answer me! Did. I. Die?,” I shouted.

As I spun her around, I saw tears brimming in the corner of her eyes.

“Sweet Celestia,” I breathed. “I.....I actually did die. Didn’t I?”

“Legs, you need to understand by the time we got you here, you were almost gone,” she began.

`The tears in her eyes began their descent to the ground.

“The doctors were able to stop the bleeding, but your lung caused a real problem.,” she said.

With each word, her voice became more and more saddened.

“Twice! Twice, Legs! You died TWICE!,” she shouted. “And I was left powerless to do nothing! We thought we lost you!”

She buried her head in my chest again, and began to sob.

“Oh, Spits.”

I held Spits until she eventually calmed down. The tears began to run dry, and her breath was left ragged.

“You okay?,” I asked.

She took another shaky breath, and lifted off of my shirt.

“Y-yeah.,” she muttered, “Go and see Rainbow. I’ll be fine.”

I hugged Spits one last time for good measure. She accompanied me out of the hospital, and left me to head to the local spa.

Ponyville was a quaint little place, nestled at the base of Canter Mountain. The buildings retained their medieval origins, being comprised of stone and thatched roofs.

The folks about town were a very diverse mix. All three species, Earth, Unicorns, and Pegasi, walked to and fro between the nice array of shops in the town square.

Compared to Cloudsdale, this was a real culture shock. Never did I think that all three race could commingle so peacefully.

About half-way through my walk, an important detail hit me. I had no idea where the spa was. I soon felt the slowly corrupting dread of being lost cloud my brain, and my heart rate increased slightly.

There has to be someone here that knows the layout of town, I thought.

As I desperately searched for a town map three small fillies took me to the ground.

The three were on a blue scooter, and as it would appear, the drive had bad depth perception.

“Ow! Jeez, watch it!,” I snapped.

“Sorry mister, but we have some work to do, so let’s file the lawsuit later!”, one of the fillies said as she put her scooter back on it’s wheels.

“Scootaloo! That wasn’t very neighborly of ya!,” a southern voice said from the three.

“Yeah! Look, he’s even been in the hospital recently.” a final , annoyingly squeaky voice chastised.

“Look!,” I interjected, “It’s okay, I’m fine. There’s no reason to fight over it!”

The three ceased their small squabble and looked up at me.

“Sorry mister,” the squeaky one.

I took a deep breath to prevent me from yelling at the girls.

“So, why are you three taking out strangers on a scooter?,” I asked the three.

“Oh! That’s easy!,” the driver said. As if on cue, the three stood in a line across the sidewalk, making a short, stubby wall.

“We’re the Cutie Mark Crusaders!”, the three burst out in tandem, “Always questing to find our Cutie Marks!”

“Ahm Applebloom,” the southern one started.

“I’m Sweetie Belle,” Ms. squeaks-a-lot piped.

“And I’m Scootaloo,” the driver said, completing their little ritual.

I laughed at the small spectacle before me. In an attempt to humour the fillies, I clapped my hands in mock applause.

“Nice, nice,” I commented, “Well anyway, I’m Second Lieutenant Leg Sweep.”

Scootaloo’s eyes lit up as soon as the final words left my mouth.

“Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!”, she exclaimed. her unfortunatly sized wings began to buzz, and she floated around me.

“You’re the dude that saved Rainbow Dash!”, she said.

I let out another small giggle, and allowed her to finish her groveling.

“Well no, not really. I told Spitfire about Rainbow's problem , but I got my ass handed to me.......and my lungs ripped out.”

“But Still! You must’ve been totally awesome in the fight!”

“Yeah Mister Leg Sweep!,” Sweetie Belle interjected, “Maybe you can help us on our quest.”

“So what’s your Cutie Mark of?”, Applebloom asked.

I blushed at her question. In “Adult” Equestria, asking someone for their cutie mark was the equivalent of asking for someone to rip off their pants. I surveyed the scene to make sure nobody heard their small mistake.

“Uh, girls? Please don’t ask me that.”, I said in a hushed tone.

“But why?”, Scootaloo asked.

“Uh, er, I tell you later.,” I lamely said, “But before I help you on your ‘quest’, can you help me?”

“Sure!”, Sweetie Belle squeaked (much to my ears’ displeasure)

“Can you tell me where the spa is?”

“It’s over on the next street. Its a big blue building, you can’t miss it.”

I bid the three farewell, and continued my quest for Rainbow.

The spa doors emitted a peaceful chime as I entered the place.

“Hello?”, A voice called from somewhere unseen.

I looked around for the voice, but could not find it’s owner.

“Um, hi? Is anyone there?”, I asked the seemingly empty place.

“Silly colt, I’m behind you!”

I turned to face the owner of the voice, and was gifted with a rather....unusual sight.

It was a blue coated mare, with long, flowing rose hair. She had on a bleached lab coat which extended past her thigh, but not much else. The only other things on her body were a pair of solid white panties and a bra.

“Can I help you?”, she asked in a satin smooth voice.

“Uh.....,” I muttered.

I soon snapped myself out of my stupid, beauty-induce waking coma.

“Uh, yeah, sorry. Is Rainbow Dash here? I’m looking for her.”

“Ooh! Sorry! You just missed her”, the spa pony replied. She paused for a moment, and cast an inquisitive glance on me.

“Say, you wouldn’t happen to be Leg Sweep, would you?”, she asked.

“Uh, yep. The one and only, I guess.”, I replied sarcastically.

She elicited a happy gasp, and ran over to me.

“Oh! Rainbow has said so much about you!”, she said in one breath, “Tell me, do you have any ‘battle scars’?”

“I have a few.”

I lifted up my shirt, and exposed the pink flesh to the spa pony.

“Mes goodnes! Comment courageux de ta part!”, she said in a tongue unknown to me.

“I guess?”, I said in attempt to keep the conversation alive.

“Come with me! You must have so much stress built up inside you! please, it’s on the house! I must learn this tale!’, she said with much dignity.

I followed her to the “spa” area, and she stopped me from going any further.

“Please remove your shirt and pants.”, she said in all seriousness.

“W-what?!”, I said to the now less dignified pony in front of me.

“It’s so I can give you a massage. Mon Dieu! L'esprit mâle!”

I followed the pony’s instructions, and was rewarded with being led to a massage table. As I began to climb on, I saw a pure white mare sitting in one of the tubs adjacent to the table. She was completely nude, and the tops of her bare breasts were floating above the surface of the water.

“Oh! Jeez!”, I exclaimed at the sight of the mare. I moved to leave the room, and grant her some privacy, but was stopped by a blue hand.

“This is a coeducational spa. If you are offended by having a nude opposite in the same room, you can leave.”, she said harshly.

“It was more about her than me.”

“The same rules apply. If she’s offended, she can leave.”

I shrugged at her fair point, and lied down on the table. The spa pony went off to the side to grab some clear containers of multi-coloured liquids. She uncapped one, and poured its contents on her hands.

“So tell moi, how do you know Rainbow.”, she began. She brought her soaked hands down onto my bare back, and the oils began their effect.

It started off as a dull heat, but as she rubbed, it picked up in temperature, relaxing the tight muscles under the surface.

“Oooohhhh.”, I moaned, completely ignoring her question.

“What an unsatisfactory answer.”, she joked.

“Sorry. Well, I’ve known about Rainbow for a while. We started working at Cloudsdale Colosseum at the same time.”

“I first saw her in show on her debut. My first impressions weren’t.........nice. I was a little bent outta shape at the fact that they just picked her up off the street, and now she was making more than I’ll ever make in a lifetime.”

“After that first show, I did some research. As it turned out, she was a multi-time national hero, AND one of the Elements of Harmony.”

“I thought to myself, ‘How could one mare just be so perfect?! Fast, heroic, stunningly beautiful.’ That’s when I realised I had some feelings for her.”

“As time progressed, the feelings skyrocketed. So by the time Spits offered me to help her with her ‘Gilda Issue’, I was more than happy to accept.”

“So you were trying for some.....’action’?”, the spa pony asked.

“Honestly,” I said in reply, “At first yes, but I soon realised what a real problem she had. Those sexy urges, after being accidentally given in to by Misty, turned into something bigger.”

“Love?”, she asked.

“I.....I think so.” I sat up on the table, and looked at the floor in thought.

“But I have no idea what to do about it.”

“Well, be fair to her!”, an English voiced piped up.

I looked up at the bathing white mare, and saw she had gotten out of the tub. A equally white towel, with purple trim to match her perfectly styled hair , was wrapped around her voluptuous body.

“I’m sorry?”, I said, “But who are you?”

“I am Rarity, a close friend and ex-girlfriend of Rainbow Dash.”

“Ah, I see. So what do you mean by be fair’?”

“Be honest with her. After that destructive experience with Gilda, hurting BOTH of you, she needs someone to be kind to her for a change.”

“So be straight-up with her about I feel?”

“If that’s how you want to phrase it, yes. Tell Rainbow you love her, hold her close, kiss her, Tartarus! Sleep with her, just don’t be unkind. And so help me Celestia, if you hurt her,” she stopped her sentence to point at me.

Well, to point at the bulge in my boxers.

“I will turn it inside out and make you experience the everyday experiences of a mare!”

I took her threat to heart, and nodded in fear.

“G-gotcha! I think I’ll be going now.”, I said.

I turned and thanked the spa pony, and rushed out the door.

Come on Legs, think! Rainbow must’ve gone back to base right? Only one way to find out!

I unfurled my wings and sped back to Cloudsdale.

Author's Note

Sowwy for twolling.........ENJOY

In consolation, here's an adorable picture of Fluttershy: http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/087/e/2/daaaaw_fluttershy_by_exibrony-d4u9uxh.png

It just occurred to me that Legs doesn't have a specified coat colour......lol. So, what colour do you want him? Nothing too extreme, please. (i.e. Red, Pink, Highlighter Yellow.)