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// "Lover Boy" 
// Story: Trapped 
// by Gylden Glor 
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	I'm roused into wakefulness by snickering and a shove. I grumble in weak resistance, and throw my arm over my eyes to block out the light.
"Five more minutes..."
"Okay, lover boy," I hear Rainbow Dash snicker into my ear. My eyes burst open, and I look over at her in confusion. "What the fuck you talkin' 'bout, foo?"
She gives me a strangely seductive smile, and I gulp. She giggles, and points at my crotch. "Looks like you do have a crush on me..."
I look at where she's pointing, and I see that morning wood has arrived, right on schedule. I blush, and immediately cover it with a pillow. "M-Morning wood," I stammer. "Y-You know what that is, right?"
She nods. "Pegasi have the same problem. I've got morning wind right now," she responds, gesturing at her expanded wings. I sigh, and sit up, still blushing.
"I like how you're accusing me of having a crush on you," I grumble, "while you're the one who crushed my hand last night when the doctor examined your wings..."
This time, it's her turn to blush. I smirk at how opposite our personalities are: I blush at having morning wood, but she's fine with having "morning wind"; but she blushes when she's accused of getting emotional with somebody.
"Y-You were awake for that?"
I nod. "Hard not to be, with how you were leaning into me," I tease.
She moans, and looks me right in the eye. "You can't ever tell anypony, okay? I don't want my friends thinking that I'm gettin' soft..."
I raise my hands in surrender. "Of course, of course. No problem, Rainbow Dash." I smirk before saying, "not my fault you like me so much that you need me whenever a doctor comes in. 'Oh, Peter, hold me, I'm scared...Ooooooohhhh, I'm so scared!'" I mock in a girly voice. She frowns at me in ire.
"All I said was that I was nervous, you big jerk...I mean, what if a doctor comes in one day and says that I can never fly again?"
I shrug. "Then I'd throw you. I mean, look at these muscles! I'll just throw you through all them clouds, girl!"
Rainbow Dash giggles as I show my profound lack of muscles. "How'd you even manage to carry me to the hospital with those scrawny things?"
"Adrenaline."
She nods, and looks me right in the eye. "True, true..."
A few moments pass in silence as she takes a few deep breaths. I frown in concern. "This is really tough on you, isn't it?"
She nods. "You have no idea..."
She sighs, and I pat her on the shoulder. Another silence spans between us, during which we both fish for a topic to talk about.
"Ugh, this is going to screw up my training so much," she grunts. "I'll never get into the Wonder Bolts if I keep crashing..."
"Well, you didn't crash," I comment, seizing the moment to ask about the events of the day prior. "When you came through that window, you had huge claw marks on your body. And you kept crying 'don't let it get me, don't let it find me,' or some crazy shit like that. If you don't mind me asking...What happened?"
She looks me right in the eye, and that playful, happy spark slowly fades, and is replaced by fear and pain. "Please, don't talk about it," she pleads. "I...I don't want to think about it."
I nod, and grasp her hoof as she begins to shudder, and looks away from me. "I'm...I'm afraid to fly now," she mutters. "I'm afraid that if I fly again after I get out, it will...Find me..."
She turns back to me, and her fear is replaced by a frenzied panic. "Please, don't let it find me!" Rainbow Dash cries. I slap her, right across the face, and she immediately calms down, her panic replaced by confusion.
"Hi," I chirp. "Nice to have you back."
She sighs, and shakes her head. "I'm a nervous wreck...Maybe I should have Fluttershy evaluate me, huh?" We share a small chuckle, but Rainbow Dash falls silent, looking down to the bed with a look of mixed shame and apprehension.
"Hey, it's okay," I say, grabbing onto her shoulder. "You were attacked by something; it's logical to be afraid."
"But I'm not supposed to be afraid of anything," she whines. "It's my rep, y'know?"
I sigh, and force her to look at me. "Fuck your rep. Right now, as far as I can tell, you're really just a whiny bitch."
"Excuse me? I am not whiny!"
"Yeah, right. 'Oh, don't tell anypony, my reputation...Oh, I shouldn't be scared, my reputation, oh boo-hoo-hoo...' Seriously, for not being scared of anything, you're incredibly afraid of being yourself."
She looks at me in surprise, and I smirk. "I believe I just pegged down your greatest fear faster than you can say 'Peter is one sexy-ass genius'." This begets laughter, which begets distraction. "Yeah, but...you're acting all confident. I doubt that you're really like this..." she comments, still rather confused.
I nod. "Yeah, I'm not. I'm an intellectual who would rather be holed up in his basement, playing video games and jerking off to lesbian porn all day. If it were up to me, the only human contact I would have would be with my best friends and people I admire. I truly detest society, and I despise the perpetual perfidy of mankind. To me, the majority of people a plague upon the world, myself included."
Rainbow Dash raises an eyebrow at me. "Now, it's your turn. Time for you to embrace who you are. Accept it, Rainbow, and live it."
I'm met with laughter, which is stopped short by a wince as her ribs are jostled. "Peter, you're so weird," she sighs. "Seriously? Embrace who I am? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard!"
I frown, feeling somewhat dejected. "Well...I thought it was pretty good...I mean, I was just trying to help you overcome your fear of yourself...And stuff...Yeah..."
She rolls her eyes, and sighs. "Peter, you're smart, but you're not a prophet. You have no idea who I am, okay? Don't try to act like you do. I know you're just trying to make me like you, lover boy."
I shake my head. "I'm not trying to make you like me," I protest. "I'm just trying to help you."
"Yeah, right," Rainbow Dash responds. "I mean, it was obvious when you said that you would stay. You obviously want to totally make out with me."
I pull away so quickly that I fall off the bed. "No, I don't! God damn, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I shout, grinding my teeth. "Why would I make out with a pony?! Oh, God, why would I ever do that? Like, seriously? The fuck is wrong with you, you crazy bitch?"
I look at her, and she's trying desperately not to laugh. "What's so funny?"
"You're blushing."
I cover my face with my hand. "No, I'm not!"
She giggles, and leans towards me. "Yeah, whatever. I think you actually want to kiss me." She closes her eyes, and I feel a sudden surge of fear creep up my back. "What're you waiting for, lover boy?"
I can't tell why, but I feel the sudden urge to join the cyan Pegasus on the bed. Maybe it's like when you have a dog: after a while, you'll see it as less of an animal and more of a human. Maybe that's what's happening with Rainbow Dash.
"C'mon, I'm waiting," she teases me. I can see that she's blushing, and I can also see that her eyes are glazed over.
"Rainbow, what's up with your eyes?" I ask, leaning forward to examine them. She puckers up her lips, and I back off, looking for a small-
Button,
She's been holding it with her wing this entire time, sending more and more morphine into her bloodstream every second. I carefully extricate it from her wing, and place it on the table side.
"Rainbow, how long were you holding that button down?"
"A while," she answers. "I was in pain, so I pressed it, but the nurse never came...sooooooooooooo, I held it down, because it made the pain go away!" She giggles as I plant my face in my palm. "Now, c'mon, Peter, come and kiss me! I know you want to..."
As I look at her, leaning forward in an attempt to kiss me, I can't help but laugh. She's so high on morphine drip that she's forgotten herself, and is now reaching out to the person who showed kindness to her in her drug-induced stupor.
However, I quickly stop laughing as I notice that she's leaning on her bandaged wing. I find the real nurse call button, and press it. A nurse immediately arrives, and is immediately confused by Rainbow Dash's continuous shouts of "Kiss me, dammit!"
"She overdosed on morphine," I explain. "She didn't even realize what she was doing, she thought it was the nurse call button..."
The nurse rolls his eyes. "Yeah, sure. We get ponies like this all the time: daredevils who immediately take as much morphine as they can when they're allowed to do so. Hold on, let me just inject her with this..."
He inserts a needle into her back, pushes the plunger down, and then discards of it.
"Owie," Rainbow Dash mumbles before the nurse puts her on her back. The Pegasus quickly falls unconscious, and the nurse gives me a glance.
"You should take over the morphine," he says. "Don't let her get over on you, and only give her enough so that the pain goes away. The amount she would require is..." He flips through the pages of a clipboard, and then replaces it. "Ten clicks."
I blink in surprise at the dosage, but nod anyway. "Alright...Thanks."
He nods, and walks out, frowning at Rainbow Dash as she sleeps off the morphine intake.
I sit down on the guest bed, and wait for her to come to.
I chuckle to myself, and mutter "lover boy," musing at how crazy it sounded, especially when it was applied to me...



Note from the Author


Now, you might be wondering:
Why? This doesn't advance the plot at all. All it does is show us a morphine-hyped Rainbow Dash.
Well, every story needs a bit of shenanigans, or it's just a boring old story with plot and details and all those icky things...