//------------------------------// // Nightmares // Story: The Ballad of Rainbow Dash // by Ron Jeremy Pony //------------------------------// GTA: The Ballad of Rainbow Dash Chapter 13: Nightmares (Yugoslavia – battle scarred village – Near a small church) Niko looked at the bodies lying before him. Children, twenty or thirty of them sat against the side of the building. The image refused to leave his sight, even when he closed his eyes it would not leave him. “Is this what we fought for brother?” a voice asked. He turned around to see a figure he hadn’t seen in years, and one that made him stop thinking about everything else. “Janko, brother, I thought that you were dead,” he said. “Brother, we’re all dead. This is a place of the dead. It is hell itself. It is our punishment for killing so many innocent. There is blood on our hands that will never be washed off. Nothing, nothing we can do will remove it,” he said. Niko looked at his own hands and saw them covered in blood. It began to turn dark, and the blood started to run up his arms. It covered everything, and inside of it he heard screams. The screams of everyone that had been killed by him or because of him rang out from the blood. He tried to shake it off and found that it wouldn’t move. “Niko!” Dash’s voice rang out. He turned to see her fighting with the same problem. Blood, dark blood, was covering her. The problem was she wasn’t human anymore. She was back to what she looked like when he saved her. She looked like a pony. “No, she doesn’t deserve this!” he shouted. “We curse those close to us. They die, or they become like us,” Janko said. (Niko and Dash’s Penthouse – bedroom) Niko sat up. A cold sweat covered him and the horror of what he had just witnessed sat heavy with him. His eyes turned to the sleeping form of Dash. Her bright rainbow colored hair lay in a mess, for a moment he thought of pulling her close, taking some comfort from her, but he pushed the thought away. He wasn’t sure what the dream meant, but an idea lay open to him. He slowly got up and walked toward the entertainment area. The large Plasma television switched on and he watched as the same news played from earlier in the evening. He leaned back and thought about the dream. The blood, the screaming, and seeing Dash in her original form all of it pointed to the fear that she was going to end up ruined as he was. He heard a little stirring from the bedroom and a moment later Dash came out wearing only a red Love-Fist t-shirt. She yawned and walked over to him. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Bad dreams,” he said. She curled up beside him and he brought an arm around her. The warmth of her body spread over his own. “What was it about?” she asked. “It… it is not important,” he replied. She caught the tone. The sound of his voice was more than enough to tell her that something was bothering him. She kissed him and made him look at her. “Niko, what was it about?” she asked. “I let you become ruined like me,” he replied. She hugged herself to him and felt him return the hug. “You haven’t ruined me. You’ve saved my life, given me a chance to start over in this world. Trust me, you’ve done a lot of good for me,” she said. “I’ve had you help me perform criminal acts, watched as you killed someone you knew, and helped you get rid of the body. I wouldn’t say that I’ve done the best at helping you not become ruined,” he replied. She touched his face and made him look at her. Her violet colored eyes searching his own for a moment before she kissed him deeper. It wasn’t just sex, it wasn’t just enjoying each other. It was trying to connect to each other. Her hands moved down his chest. Scars from knives, bullets, burns, and even acid marked a painful past. She touched each one gently mapping their place. Her mouth left his and began gently kissing down his neck. His hands found the hem of the t-shirt and pulled it up. It moved, quickly, off of her and onto the floor. He felt the scars on her left thigh. His hands moved up her back finding the long scars near her tattoos. “Dash,” he began before she pulled away and placed a finger against his mouth. “You’re not going to ruin me Niko. You’re not going to break me, and I’m not going to lose myself. Whatever part of me is gone was taken in that basement. But right now, I want you, and I want to show you how not ruined you are,” she said. He felt the sweats he had pulled on disappear, and then an incredible warmth surround him as they joined. He leaned forward and began kissing her neck. As he did this she rocked her hips, loving the sensation rocking through her. A deep moan began to build inside of her. She rocked her hips in perfect time with his. Each movement driving deeper toward a feeling both were starving for. She wanted him to gorge on her. To take from her, and she couldn’t help but do the same from him. She needed this. She needed him. She wanted this feeling more and more. Her eyes seemed unsure if they wanted to be closed or open. Instead they settled on a hazy half open look, or they did until a few minutes into their love making. It was at that time she felt the first incredibly push of her orgasm. Her eyes flew open and she cried out in triumph. The both of them lay down on the couch, her laying on top of him. A thin layer of sweat covering them both, and the both of them basked in the wondrous after glow. She felt his hands rubbing her back rubbing her scars, and she returned the favor by gently rubbing some of his. She kissed him again and a small giggle escaped her. He looked at her and she smiled slightly. Her head lay down on his chest and she enjoyed this moment. “What do you say to us taking the batteries out of the cells, and just hanging out in here all day?” she asked. He smiled and nodded. As they held each other neither realized, how connected they truly had become. A small gift, one that would change their lives, was forming.