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// Rainbow Dash 
// Story: Celebrity Dating Game 
// by Dandereshy 
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         Your date with Fluttershy hadn't gone at all as you expected. Thanks to that fiendish white demon, it may have been a complete failure. You really liked Fluttershy, to make it all worse.

This had been on your mind the whole night into the next morning, where you sit in your recliner in your living room. All morning you've remained here. You were a bit shaken by last night. The seven cups of coffee this morning hadn't helped, either. But another thing was on your mind.

For the first time, you kissed a pony. And it happened to be the prettiest pony of all: Fluttershy. Albeit, she probably didn't like it as much as you did.

Wait, what?

It was true. You liked it. It beat sitting in your bed flipping through porn mags, which, also contained only ponies. It's not like there were Playboys mags for sale in Equestria.

Even with your date last night failing, you still had one last mare left to date. And she was the rowdiest of them all. Not that you minded. That was a little more like you, anyways. The most playful girls were sometimes the best.

Tonight would be your last date before you have to decide which one you were sticking with, although, one of those mares might not be an option anymore. You weren't sure about Fluttershy, if she ever wanted to talk to you again, much less date you. Then again, she didn't exactly express her distaste in the kiss; she merely ran off, telling you she'd see you later. There may still be hope yet!

The last pony on your "list" was Rainbow Dash. Surely a date with her would be interesting, to say the least. You had high hopes that she'd agree to a date with you. But what would she want for the date?

You stand up and stretch. Knowing her, it'd be far from a fancy restaurant. First you had to find her, though. And since you couldn't fly, if she wasn't on the ground, it would be a journey of its own finding her.

You scramble to your room and jump in to some comfortable outdoors clothes and leave to look for your final date.





Another dry, warm, sunny day in Ponyville. Today was a better day than ever to do something outdoorsy with rainbow pone. At this point, you'd enjoy a nice day out on the town. It was still early enough to do plenty, too. Ponyville didn't have a lot, but there were parks and trails and clubs to go to, which would suffice for you.

The streets were alive with ponies. They were all out, taking advantage of the decent weather. who could blame them?

Working your way past fillies, colts, and parents running around and having fun, you try for the edge of town, not far from the park in which you and Fluttershy had just had your picnic.

You glance skyward, scanning for the rainbow-themed pegasus, hoping you wouldn't have to search long for her. You'd be doing plenty soon, anyway. However, she wasn't here. There were clouds above you, but you can't see the tops of them. If she was on one, you'd never know. Unless, of course, you called out to her.

"Hey Rainbow Dash! You up there?" you shout suddenly, startling some nearby ponies and earning dirty looks. "I need to talk to you!" You stand there, arms folded as you wait for a response.

Much to your surprise, she is on a cloud. She's just off to your left, on a puffy, white cumulus cloud over the town hall. You wander over that way when she peeks over the edge of the cloud grumpily.

"Whaddya want?" she grumbles down at you, smacking her lips and rubbing her eyes. Taking a long nap?

You clear your throat and grin up at her, feeling confident. This was because of the last five dates. Honestly, if you managed to date the other five, it was likely she'd be okay with dating you as well. She was up for anything, you heard her say once.

"I'm here to ask you if you want to hang out today. You know, do fun stuff. Be cool. And stuff."

She cocks an eyebrow. "Why do you suddenly want to hang with me? You never have before," she points out, hopping up and gliding down to you. She still seemed so sleepy.

You shrug. "We're not friends?"

She narrows her eyes at you. "Alright, alright. Fine. What do you want to do then, Anon?"

You start walking, prompting to her to follow you, hovering at shoulder height. "I was thinking we could just do whatever it is you want to do," you reply casually, hands stuffed in your pockets.

"What I want to do is nap," she says, yawning and stretching. Of course that's what she wants to do. You kinda want to, too. But that's not the plan. You can't date her in your sleep. Well, realistically.

You sigh and slide past a group of talkative mares. "Yeah, uh, that sounds good and all but, I was hoping for something a little more physical..."

"Whoa, Anon. We barely know each other."

"Not that way!" you protest. "I meant like, maybe we can go race in the park or have a game of ball or frisbee or something. Something that requires us to be active."

She ponders for a moment as the two of you wander through town, dodging other ponies and cutting between buildings, not really going anywhere in particular. You haven't decided where to go yet. Er, she hasn't.

Finally she answers. "A game of intense frisbee sounds good to me," she says with a shrug, landing and trotting beside you. "Yeah, that sounds like fun..."

"Wait, why's it 'intense' frisbee? What's the difference between that and regular frisbee?" You stop and stare at her questioningly. Ponies always have a weird way of saying normal stuff.

She looks up at you oddly. "Uh, it's a game. That you play. Intensely. With a frisbee." That dry sarcasm, though.

You breathe heavily. "Alright, let's go play then. In the park. Lead the way." You step aside to let her take control. She trots ahead, seemingly much more energetic now that you've gotten her to decide what to do. It's too bad she has no idea that you're technically on a date.

As you follow behind her, your eyes subconsciously wander to her plot, for whatever reason. You never noticed how nice pony plots look. So soft, so supple, so squeezable...

"Yo, can I ask why you're oogling my butt?" Rainbow's words spear through your thoughts and startle the crap out of you. She's stopped right in front of you, so you nearly collide with her while coming down from your strange fantasy.

You stand there nervously and embarrassed, scratching your chin. "Uh, hehehe... I... Really don't know," is all you can say. Honestly, what could you say? You have a nice ass? As true as that was, it'd probably be best not to say that.

"Uh huh," she hums, sounding suspicious. "I'm gonna guess and say you see something you like. But let me say this: you can look, but you can't touch." She flicks her hips and spins, turning away from you and intentionally walking with a sway of her hips back and forth.

Damn. She knows she's bad. And she's going to tease the hell out of you.

Before you stare long enough to develop a full salute, you hunch over and follow her briskly. This was going to be a bumpy ride.





Rainbow Dash had way too much energy. Her being able to fly and you not being able to fly didn't help in the slightest. She beat you. Over and over. It was madness! Here in the last game, you actually tied her, much to hers and your surprise.

She was all the way on the other side of the flat, featureless field, hovering with the frisbee and spinning hard, flinging it at you at an insane speed. It soared overhead, zooming past you and towards the tree you'd landed the frisbee by earlier. If she made it into the patch of daisies, she'd win.

You chased after the disk as it lost altitude, descending quickly as it approaches the small patch of flowers.

"Nooooooo!" you yell in protest, not wanting to lose this final match. You skid to a halt near the daisies and watch the frisbee come to a stop as it slams into the earth---just before the daisies. It doesn't roll far, and doesn't go into the patch, where the scorezone is. "Haha!" you exult, excited to finally win. You watch as she glided up to you and the frisbee, a dirty look on her face.

"That totally counts. It's like, two inches from the scorezone. I call that a point," she says adamantly, flipping her mane back over her shoulder.

You chuckle. "Nah. You lost that match. I won. Accept your defeat."

She groans and grits her teeth. "Fine. You won that round. But I won more times. So I still win."

"Whatever you say, Dashie," you smile and wink at her. Flirting with Rainbow Dash might not get you the results you want, or it might. Only one way you'd find out.

"Hey, only my friends can call me Dashie. You can't call me that," she growls, glaring at you, assuming a fighting stance.

You raise your hands in defense. "Now now, are you saying we aren't friends? That's really hurt my feelings if we weren't. After all we've been through together." You snicker a little.

She sits beside you and rolls her eyes. "Alright, I get it. But don't call me Dashie in front of my friends. They'll think something of it." She plods at the ground, staring ahead into the distance.

Think something of it? You sit on your knees, fiddling with the frisbee in your hands. "Like what? What could be 'up'?" You had an idea what that meant, but you wanted to hear it from her. It was the only way you could end up straight asking her out, at least, for a date tonight.

She glanced over at you sideways. "Like we're a couple or something. I don't know," she scratches the back of her head. She sounds a bit nervous. Did she have something on her mind...?

You drop the frisbee and focus on her. The two of you were pretty much alone, so it would be easier without embarrassing her or yourself when you decided to tell her this was pretty much a date. "Can you be a little more descriptive? I mean, a couple? A couple of friends, or...?" You knew very well what she meant, but it didn't hurt to get her to say it straight.

She sighs heavily. "Dating, for Celestias' sake. Like, dating each other. Romance, kissing, all that jazz." She turns away from you. Was she blushing?

You gently grab her shoulder and turn her back to you. Yeah, she was hardcore blushing. "Dash, is there something on your mind? Something you want to tell me, maybe?" you ask lightly, tilting your head questioningly.

She huffs and covers her face. "No. There's nothing," she says flatly.

"I think there's something. You know, I considered this little get together a date. It was a pretty good one, despite you kicking my butt several times."

She uncovers one eye and peeks out at you. "A date? You thought we were dating?"

You shake your head. "No. Not thought. We are dating. This is a date. It's why I asked you to hang with me today. Hope you don't have a problem with that," you say and elbow her side gently.

She waves a hoof dismissively. "Pfft. No, of course I don't have a problem with that. I can see why you'd want to date me. I'm just that attractive and awesome, right?" Her sassy, proud attitude was so enticing.

You nod. "Oh, yeah. That reminds me, I was staring at your butt earlier. Nice butt."

Her cheeks turn rosey. "Dang dude. Way to make a mare feel good about herself."

You lean in a little, grinning widely. "What can I say? I'm not afraid to admit when I see a nice butt." Totally a lie, but, you know.

She glanced around and takes your hand in her hoof. "Let's take this date somewhere a little more private." She yanks you along, heading into town.

Oh no. Private? "Why's that?" you ask, beginning to grow concerned. It shows in your shakey voice.

She gazes back at you and winks. "Much funner things to do in my apartment here in Ponyville than out in the park. Trust me."

Welp.