A Tight Problem

by Fifty Shades of Yellow

Epilogue

Two days later…

You walk down the hallway while wearing those piss bad skinny jeans for what you hope to be the very last time. The giggles and laughs around the hallways come back up, reminding you of your failed bet with Rainbow Dash. Speaking of which, she’s laughing at the end of the hallway pointing at you while her friends look on. They try to mind their own business, but after the incident, they cannot see you the same way ever again. Unfortunately, you are plastered with their imagery and there’s nothing that you can do about it now. One thing that you can hope for is that they will move past it over time, especially over the fact that you not only preferred Rainbow Dash, but you are about to go on a date tonight with her.

”Dude, y-you look ridiculous!” She chuckles out. At least you don’t have to worry about gaining an erection this time when Rainbow Dash mocks you. What is bothering you is how the girls are still glancing at you.
”You seriously had to lose some bet to wear these!”

“Unlike the bet we made, it was actually to make my parents happy.”

”Holy crap, they really love to make your life unbearable, huh?” She nudges Applejack, who averts her attention back to the group. “Huh, whatever.”

“I’m starting to think so, after the shit time that I’m having with them.”

”Geez, lighten up man, I’m just messing around with you.”

“After a shit time for the last two weeks, I’m still bummed out by it all and still have to wear these fucking pants!” You grab the belt loops on each side and hike it up. It was clearly a bad idea as you basically strangle your boys and a bulge is clearly noticeable. You immediately drop the act and put your hands in your pockets, which are just laid flat inside, thanks to, you know, the pants clinging on to you. Rainbow Dash awkwardly looks at it for a short time before looking at the ground and scratching the back of her head.

”Hey, I mean, it’s not that bad.”

“Do tell me on how these skinny shits ever brought me something good.”

”Well, not only are we talking to each other, but I’m willingly give you a chance to--” Rainbow clears her throat for a minute.

“Wow me over.” Even though it’s little to go on, but it’s one of the main driving points that keeps you away from wandering into oncoming traffic.

”Seriously, chill. And you need to for tonight.”

“Why? I thought we were just going to hang out at your place for tonight.”

”Yeah, but my folks want to meet you.” Ah shit… ”And, I’d like you to come over with those same pants.”

“Now you want me to fail, don’t you?”

”Honestly, no. My dad saw you walk into school this morning with those pants and he said he wouldn’t mind meeting you.”

“I would ask if I would just simply skip all of that, but it wouldn’t end well for me, would it?”

”He would call you a pansy and demand you to stay away from me.” You’d expect worse, but still, this does ruin your mojo. ”But that’s if he’s in a good mood.”

“I think it’s best that I don’t ask for when he’s in a bad mood.”

”Not that different, but more vulgar.”

“Huh.” You just stand there with your hands awkwardly sitting in your pockets. As the bell rings, everyone starts to head out to their own respective ways.

”Just act calm, cool, and be honest with them. The last thing that we need is for any of that to go to waste.”

“Right…” You dimly respond, remembering your irrational outbursts over the last few days. She waives at you before leaving, reminding you to do the same.

Later that day...

You look at the setting sun, wondering if meeting Rainbow’s parents will go smoothly. Judging by her father’s sudden realization about you wearing these pants is a good indication that it is going to be a rough time. All you can do is toughen up and learn from your mistakes. You walk up to her home and knock on the front door. Without a moment's notice, it opens up to reveal her parents.

”There’s the man of the hour!” The aged, but well built man shouts out with positivity and with open arms. He sticks out his arm, demanding a hand shake. You had a second thought on it, but you remembered that you need to play this cool. With that being reminded, you give his hand a firm grasp and shake it. He does the same, as he smiles while looking at his, what you presume to be, wife. ”This one has a good grip. What do you think?” He asks her.

”Hmm, there’s something that doesn’t look right.” She speculates something about you.

”Oh yeah!” He points at you with his thumb as he tries to whisper. “Look lower.” She does, and her eyes dart back up.

”That’s… an interesting choice to wear on a first date.” She tries to sugarcoat the elephant in the room.

”Mom! Dad!” Rainbow Dash pushes them aside. “What are you doing?!”

”Just meeting your boyfriend is all, is there a problem?” Her mother asks.

”I leave to change out of my clothes and you guys are already interrogating him?!” You take a good look at Dash’s getup; a pair of gray sweatpants and sporting the blue Canterlot sweater.

”Hey, we were just making some conversation, nothing else.” Her father excuses his actions. Dash groans as she gives herself a facepalm.

”Come on in, Anon.” You nod while wiping your feet on their ‘Welcome’ mat and enter their humble abode.

”He’s got manners, so there’s that.” Dash’s mother slides in a compliment.

”Mom!”

”We’re just making sure that he’s suited for you, that’s all!”

”Trust me, I’m sure he’ll do just fine.” Rainbow defends you and the choice to give you a chance.

”Well, it’s just that the way he looks is something that we can’t ignore.” Her father takes the risk of jumping to the tight pants topic. And on that moment, you prepare the insults that will surely be on its way. ”Really, are you sure that this is the one?” Her father boldly asks her. With such a great start, you already bottle up the first insult her father tosses out. You were fine with the first few, but when it came to doubting that if you were fit for Rainbow, then a line has been drawn.

”DAD!”

”It just-- there’s no way that anyone in the right mind would wear that!” He nearly laughs out.

“We made a bet the other day and I lost. I’m just fulfilling my part of the deal.”

”No, no. She told me, but I wanted to hear it from you.” He stated his clear understanding of the situation. “I just want to make sure that this isn’t some sort of joke.”

“Sir, it isn’t. The deal was that the best out of three goals would determine if I get to pick out the date, or if I wear these… jeans.” You bravely state your answer, but falter at the end.

”Well thank goodness you lost then, huh?” Rainbow’s father somewhat jokes around with you and the loss of the bet. Rainbow closes her eyes as she pinches the bridge on her nose.

”Dad, please, stop.”

”What? An old man can’t even mess around?” Her father asks in a lighthearted manner. “But, I’ll be serious here for a moment.” He clears his throat. “As long that you treat her right, everyone’s happy. That’s all I have to say. And if she’s fine with dating you, I don’t mind it one bit. You get me?” You nod. ”Other than that, I don’t have anything else to say. How about you?” He slides his arm around his wife and pulls her in.

”Just like what you said, I’m one-hundred percent supporting our girl!”

”Mom!” Dash moans out in embarrassment.

”Come on, we can’t even support our own daughter when she’s finally going out with a boy?” You and Dash look at each other, each of you exchanging a raised eyebrow.

”What do you mean by that?” Dash rightfully asks.

”W-well, you’ve been busy with training and playing with your guitar, and doing whatever with your friends, it’s just that… we thought that you would never go out with someone.”

”Mom, I barely ever had anyone come over to me and say that they like me for… well, me.” Her parents did the same thing that you and Rainbow did just a while ago; look at each other, but this time, raise both eyebrows.

”I never knew that you were having trouble with finding someone that wanted you.” Rainbow’s father depressingly states how unaware he was about the issue.

”We could’ve helped you.” Her mother suggests.

”No! This is a search that only I can do, no one else! The last thing that I wanted was for my parents to judge someone that I would like!” She snaps at her parents. They take a step back, slowly soaking in that Dash needs to take some time away from this.

”Okay, okay. I guess your father and I will leave you two to figure it out if this will work out.”

”Thanks, we’ll be in my room.” Dash announces as she grabs your hand and begins to guide you across the living room. Her parents get in the way, clearly shocked at Rainbow’s decision as their wide eyes gaze at you.

”W-wait, aren’t you two going out?” Her father asks with a shaky voice.

”Well, yeah. We’re just going to play games and eat pizza for the night, don’t you remember?”

”We thought that you two were going to the mall.” Her mother comments.

”Eh, I just thought that we take it easy for the night.” You notice that they are starting to sweat. Is it getting hot in here?

”A-are you sure? We’d be more than happy to give you a ride.” Her mother fumbles a bit.

”Heck, I wouldn’t mind giving you guys some cash to play all the way until the mall closes!” Her father pulls out his wallet and flips through what appears to be a few tens and twenties. “Wasn’t there some sort of pass that they give you to play all day?”

”Yeah, but it’s twenty dollars per--”

”Ah! Say no more!” Her father interrupts as he pulls out four twenties. “A little something extra if you two get hungry, like getting some food at the Bell Yard.”

”But that’s a restaurant. I was thinking more of a simple five dollar pizza.”

”Nothing’s too good for our daughter!” Her mother positively cries out with a somewhat forced smile, still sweating profusely. After examining all of this, you decided to interject.

“Is everything alright?”

”Of course! Why wouldn’t it?” Her father answers with a crooked smile. Rainbow takes notice of you jumping in, curious to where you’re going with.

“What’s bothering me is that you two are her parents; the people that should stand by her decisions. Rainbow Dash did make a deal with me and it is her choice on what to do for the night.”

”Hey, yeah! What’s the big deal, huh?” Both of them react differently, but the motivation is the same. Her father looks off to the side and scratches the back of his head, while Dash’s mother bites the bottom of her lip while looking at the floor.

”Me and your mother just… haven’t had some quality time together is all.”

”And we thought that you and Anon would be out in the town for the night, leaving us to ourselves.” Now that they shamefully revealed on why they wanted you and Dash out is because they haven’t had a good ol’ shag under the sheets. For how long, that’s a question you know that should just be kept unknown if you want to stay under their good side.

”Oh.” Rainbow Dash answers with little to no sympathy. “Well, you guys can go out, right?” Not only are you are surprised by how dense she is on the matter, but even her parents are taken aback from it.

”B-but…” Dash’s father has something in mind, but could not follow through with saying it.

”It’s alright, we’ll do it another time.” His wife cozies him by pulling him closer for a hug.

”Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He answers, trying to hide away how miserable he is from the shattered plans he had for the night.

”Come on, Anon.” Rainbow tightens her grasp on your hand as she begins to pull you away. Through all of this discussion, you forgot that Rainbow was holding your hand throughout the entire way.

In the sidelines...

"Now what?" Bow Hothoof asks his wife, suppressing his anger and disappointment.

"Want to head over to a movie theatre and finger me?" Windy Whistles courageously asks him with a sly smile. Without a second to waste, Bow takes out his keys and scoops Windy into his arms. "Just like old times, hmm?" She whispers into his ear

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Rainbow Dash pulls you into the hallway, guiding you down an assortment of photos. As you start to pass them, she speeds up, almost as if she wants to skip by them. Many of the photos are of Rainbow Dash going through her younger years and onward, almost as if you were traveling down memory lane. You notice that she wasn’t only in soccer, but also in volleyball and in the track team at one time.

”Didn’t anyone tell you not to snoop around other people's houses?”

“I was just looking. It is on display, you know.”

”Yeah, well, it still isn’t cool to… just shut up and never tell anyone, got it?”

“What’s wrong? I think it’s cool that you tried out some other sports.” Her scrunched up face and blush sends out mixed signals to you.

”I… never mind, it’s nothing.”

“With all of the effort that you are putting in to skipping it all, it’s definitely something.” She sighs and lets you go.

”I wasn’t really the best when it came to the others. Sure, there are moments here are there, but in the end, soccer was my home away from home.” You look at the last set of images and see her with medals, ribbons, even trophies. In the more recent photos, you can spot a familiar soccer ball shape. ”Even though I was down on my luck, my parents didn’t care and never stopped supporting me; no matter if it was bailing out of track or winning a point in volleyball.” When looking back, you can only give her a smile.

“You just needed to find your calling. I just wish that I was there to see.”

”Pfft, you’re just saying that to make me feel better.” She approaches you with a smile and gets you into a hug. “It sure did work.” She whispers.

“I was also interested to see you mess up every so often.” She knees you on the leg and releases you to watch as you fall to the ground.

"And that's for being a chump." You rub your leg when getting up.

"Okay, I sort of deserved that."

“Oh no, you totally deserved it.” She jabs a finger on your chest. You smack it away and follow her, leading up to the doorway at the end of the hallway. ”Come on in; make yourself comfortable, but not TOO comfortable.”

You are greeted with a ‘room in the sky’ sort of themed room, with her bed decorated to be a cloud and the walls are painted with a teal colour with light blue swirls to compliment it. What doesn't surprise you is how much of a mess it is. Articles of clothing are scattered around the room, along with some books and notes are neglected as they are shuffled around the floor. Dash kicks on what you think to be a pair of white panties, making them slide to the other side of the room and hide under her bed.

”When you’re busy with practice, you barely have any time to clean up your room, am I right?” She plays it off cool, resting her arm on the backboard of the bed.

“Was that…” You imply that it was what you think it most certainly is. She just raises an eyebrow when looking at you and what she just swept away.

”Wh-- seriously!?” She blushes as she screams, resulting to her voice cracking. Dash tries to cover her face with her hands, but decided to turn away. ”I-It was a towel!”

“Whatever you say. I wonder what your friends think when they come over.”

”Normally they don’t mind it, because I do clean up before!” She nearly shouts out, trying her best to keep her voice from cracking. She begins to grab some dirty clothes from her bed and tosses it into a hamper. Looks like you hit a nerve, something that you didn’t expect from Dash. Then again, even she wasn’t too keen on showing you off to her parents or those photos back in the hallway. Not even the best can keep away their more embarrassing moments.

“It’s alright, I won’t tell anyone.”

”Good, because if you do, I’ll…” She contemplates while trying to keep her frightening intact, but fails. “I’ll…” Her blush come back in a darker shade of red.

“You’ll what, exactly?”

”I don’t know, but I’ll think of something.” While she does, you continue on looking around the room. There’s a guitar that is resting on its stand, some medals hanging on her bedpost, and what does catch your eye is the small TV on a nightstand with a console standing right beside it.

“Is that a Playbox 32?”

”Huh? Oh, yeah, it is. Want to play me in something?”

“Sure, got any games for it?”

”Psh, of course!” She goes through a pile of clothes to pull out two remotes.

”Before I destroy you in some Street Kombat VII, you want me to order us some pizza? You know how long those jerks take to send it over.”

“Sounds like a great idea.”

”You know me.” She gloats out when dialing her phone. You start up her gaming console and start to roam through her collection of games. ”Hey, careful! Some of them are from my friends.”

“Yeah, I could tell. Some of these games are out of place, it makes me wonder on why you would even borrow them in the first place.” You look through her list of games. Grab The Auto 5, Bulletpoint, Special Operations: The Limit -- you don’t even want to remember that one.

What stands out is a game that you know Rainbow Dash wouldn’t play. Licca-Chan’s Dreamhouse Party. You toss that to the side and hear a loud thud right after it. That didn’t came from the disc box, it was actually from behind you. You look back and check that it was Dash, who not only sprung out of bed, but bolted to the chucked away game.

”Did it get any scratches?!” She panics when opening it up and checking the disk’s condition.vYou sit there, silently judging if that is for one her friend or herself. ”Oh, good.” She closes it and puts it back on the shelf that’s under the TV. Once that’s in place, she looks at you with a worried look in her eyes. “I-It’s not what you think.” You cross your arms. ”I’m telling you that it’s Rarity’s. She would kill me if it was busted up!” Something reeks of bullshit, and it isn’t that game. You notice that her emotions start to sway from side-to-side on this one. She tries to pull off the whole aggression getup by putting on a stern face and clenched fists. ”I’m telling you the truth!”

“If you are, then show me how far you are in the game.” She gives you a raspberry and crosses her arms.

”I don’t have to show you anything!”

“Then your word means nothing unless I see how long you played it.” Her eyes shoot open, revealing how afraid she is. Looks like you got he, now it’s time to check it out. You grab the box and open it up.

”W-why would you be interested in that? It’s just a stupid, girly game.”

“What does it have that makes it girly?”

"Date guys, dress up in a number of outfits, playing some dumb mini games that win you some cool--” She stops and realizes how in-depth she’s going with the game. “All of it sucks, I forgot to mention that.” You turn on the system and inset the game inside the open tray. ”I’m telling you that you are wasting your time when I could be dominating you in Street Kombat! So what do ya say?” You call her bluff by closing the tray and grabbing the remote that she left out in the side.

As the screen starts up with some upbeat music, you go through the menu screen and check out the saved files. One exists, listing itself as 82% completed and over fifteen hours have been played on it. You drop the remote and slowly turn over to see Dash biting down her lip and beady eyes shifting between you and the TV.

”Okay! I like the game! So what?!” She screams out at you, almost tossing out a tantrum.

“Hey, remember when you told me to chill? Seems like you need to follow on your own advice.” Her blush and raging eyes comfort and scare you. Whatever is going through her mind can’t be good. There is one way on how you could ease her mind. “Look, you aren’t the only one that likes something that was meant for a younger audience.” She end the suffering on her bottom lip and raises an eyebrow.

”What is it?” You make an audible gulp, ready to bite the bullet to what you are about to reveal.

“MagiPup.” Rainbow Dash immediately laughs at you.

”D-- no way!”

“Feel better now?” She cackles and falls back.

”W-what’s so entertaining about a stupid dog cartoon?”

“IT’S MORE THAN A STUPID CARTOON!”

"Woah, alright. Geez.” She raises her arms up a bit, signaling on how terrified she is from your autistic screeching. You decided to relax and focus back on Rainbow’s guilty pleasure.

“So, why did you stop?"

”The rest is done with another player.”

“Why didn’t you invite--” Her irritated face solved your pending question and made you shut up. “Right.”

”Yeah; no one knows and it will stay that way, got it?”

“Got it.” At least she feels more comfortable that you are in the same boat as you. Maybe you should get her more on your side by suggesting something that even you wouldn’t do. ”Want a second player to finish off that game?” She raises both of her eyebrows and gazes at you.

”I’d like that.” Rainbow nearly whispers out to you.

After two hours and over ten shitty minigames, you managed to get all of the collectibles. And by collectibles, it’s basically a bunch of flashy or shitty articles of clothing. You lay down your controller and let out a big sigh.

“That was painful.”

”Now you know how I feel. It’s hard to balance a bunch of presents when you need to use both thumb sticks, while each hand is on a remote!” She bickers right before grabbing a slice of pepperoni pizza and taking a bite out of it.

“Can we please agree to never do that again?”

”Shwre.” She mumbles out. “Prck ort a diffrnt grme.” You bring yourself back up and go through the rest of her games. What doesn’t surprise you is how she has the entire Unexplored: Daring Do series. Right under it is a faded image of a man wearing a red shirt with overalls, flying in the sky, while a castle is floating in the distance. The game is familiar to you, but unfortunately, the name of it is ripped off.

”How long have you had this?” You waive it to her,

”I don’t know, it was left here by Applejack. I remember that we played a lot of it back when we were in elementary school, and she left it here, but forgot about it over time.”

“How come you never gave it back to her?”

”Because if I do, not only would she want to play it with me, but I’ll fail every single time.”

“Is it during one of the sliding segments? Those are the fucking worst.”

”It’s not just those, but I can’t get through the first level by myself.” You drop your remote, quickly losing your faith in her as a challenger in games. What wouldn’t surprise you is that if she ever used cheat codes or walkthroughs to get all of the achievements or even pass any of these games.

“You were younger, so maybe things have changed.” You calmly say to her, doing your best to not sound irritated or disappointed. You open up the box and see that the disc has managed to get some dust on it. Upon further investigation, there is a crack on the side of the box, leading up to a hole in the corner of it. You ignore that and switch out the game in the Playbox 32.

”Maybe you’re right. Hey, can I ask you a favor?”

“Shoot.” You boldly answer without a second thought.

”Don’t give me a hard time, alright?” Wait, wait, wait. Hold the goddamn phone. She’s fine with getting rough when it comes to sports and violent video games, but a platform video game is where the line is made?

“Uh, sure.” She scoots closer and gives you a quick hug. You wonder why the sudden comfort, but you decided to let it pass and sit still.

”D-don’t think that it’s anything else.” She backs up and gives you a small push as she’s moving away, trying to hide her blush as she gets some distance.
>There’s the usual Dash that you come to know and love.
“Alright then. You can’t be that bad.”

”Just wait and see.” She challenges you as the startup screen goes on. ”Seriously, what’s up with the cake thing that goes on in this series.”

“For all I care, it’s a stupid gag.”

/worsethanthis/i-miss-having-sleep-overs

For the next hour or so, you’ve guided Rainbow Dash through the levels and taught her a few tricks. She was stubborn at first, but slowly warmed up to your help.

”Come on…” She repeatedly taps her controller before shooting it up in the air. “Yes! Ten stars down!”

“Yeah!” You celebrated her milestone in the game. She brings you in for a bear hug that almost suffocates you.

”Thanks, Anon.” She mumbles into your shirt. You slowly move your right arm around her and hug her back.

“You’re welcome, Dash.” You wish you could comforting her, hoping that the two of you would stay in this position for as long that’s possible, keeping the warm sensation captive for it. But, all good things must come to an end, and it did when you hear someone knocking on Rainbow’s door.

”We’re back, and we heard yell--” Her father stops when the door swings open to see you hugging his daughter. Rainbow immediately lets go and places her arms straight down.

”It was nothing, okay?” Dash quickly tries to brush it away.

”If you say so.” He leans on the doorway and puts his hands in his pockets, trying to get comfortable from where he’s at. “We were curious to see on how the two of you were doing.”

”We’re good here. Just pizza and games.”

”Right.” He calmly says when straightening up. “It’s late, and I think Anon should head on back home.”

”Dad--”

“He’s right, I should get home before my parents lose their minds.” Before you begin to get up, you notice how bummed out Dash is by the fact that you needed to go.

”Hey, Anon.” She asks you before entering the hallway. “Same time next week?” You turn around and give her a warming smile.

“You betcha.” Rainbow brightens up and smiles to the accepted offer.

”Cool, I’ll see you later.” She waives at you before you get a slight jabbing sensation on your back.

“Later.” You head into the hallway and listen to what Rainbow’s dad has to say.

”I’m sure Rainbow told you to get comfortable, but not TOO comfortable, huh?”

“Yessir.” You reply with confidence.

”It’s a family tradition we live by. It balances our lives in certain situations. Ever had those days where you were in a pickle that felt wrong, almost like this one?”

“Yes, I suppose so, sir.” The two of you leave the hallway and start to enter the living room. You do your best to stay calm and follow his lead.

”Remember; if you are going to hang around with my daughter, think about that. It will help out more than you could ever imagine, okay?”

“Yessir, I will.” He gives you a pat on the back while opening the door.

”I feel that this is going to work out just well.” He says with genuine positivity in his voice and extends his arm out, expecting a handshake. You reach out and give it a firm grab, while he does the same to do. ”Have a goodnight, son.”

“Same to you, sir.” You let go and walk outside. When you hear the door closing shut behind you, you inhale and exhale loudly. You expected that to go a lot worse, but it seemed to be nothing more than wise advise. Well, it will be certainly something worth on to make a note on if you’re going to stay with Dash from now on.

One week later…

You and Rainbow Dash enjoy a nice sundae while walking around the mall.

”How do you think that game went out yesterday?” She asks you when scooping out the ice cream that’s sitting in your hand.

“Pretty good, I never took you as a defender, especially for the entire match.”

”I’m full of surprises.” She gloats out before taking a spoonful of frosty goodness.

“I bet you are.” You jokingly say to her. She smirks and gives you a dirty look.

”You’re lucky to hold that sundae.”

“Why is that?”

”Because I could’ve socked you.” You chuckle when bumping into her, keeping the bowl containing the sundae balanced. She grabs your shoulder and turns you over by pulling your shoulder ”You’re such a jerk.” She chuckles out. You couldn’t help but chuckle along, but stop when you see Norman in the distance. ”Yo, what’s wrong?” She takes notice and turns around. “Oh.”

“Yeah, let’s just move on.” You begin to walk away, but stop when Dash grabs your arm.

”This isn’t right.”

“We had a falling out. You know how it went.”

”Don’t remind me.” She scoffs at the remembrance of the story you told her a few days ago about how you saw her friends, even though you meant it as a admittedly harsh joke. “Look; he’s your best friend. You guys won’t see eye to eye on everything, and that’s cool.” You look over her shoulder and see that he’s standing next to the entrance to GameShop looking at this month's newest gimmick; a throwback console. She moves aside and begins to drag you towards the shop.

“Wait.” She stops to look at you, clearly upset on your defiant request.

”Bailing out?”

“I need to do this by myself.” She raises her eyebrows.

”Are you sure about that?”

“Yes. This is my mess, and I should clean it up.”

”Alright, I’ll be here.” As you start to walk away, she snatches the sundae out of your hand. ”And I’ll be needing that.” She gladfully expresses her sudden move. Eh, you were just about done with it. You straighten your shirt and put your hands in your pockets, trying to act casual when approaching Norman. When he notices you, you stop at a reasonable distance.

“Sup.” He does the same thing with his hands and guides them into his own pockets, emoting a deadpan face.

”Sup.”

“How’s it going?"

”Eh, could be better. Ever since you lost your shit back at the mall, that shy girl hasn’t been the same.”

“What happened?”

”She’s not just aggressive, but hostile with practically everyone there.”

“Woah, must be an awful time there.”

”It is - for us.”

“Pardon?”

”You’d be surprised at how much progress is being done in there. In a weird way, it’s all thanks to you that everything is done before night hits.”

“So, this means that I also fulfilled my part on the shelter?”

”Don't push it, man. With all of that shampoo and water for the animals, my hands are so wrinkled to a point that they struggle to go back to the way they were.”

“Maybe it would if you didn’t use that lotion for those lonely nights.” He couldn’t help but smirk at your remark. “No hard feelings, eh?” You pull out your hand and reach out, expecting a handshake.

”No hard feelings.” He comfortably replies when pulling out his hand to shake. You had to smile now that everything is water under the bridge. ”Under one condition.”

“Shit, name it.” You sharply agree to his demand.

”We chill out tomorrow night and you tell me what’s going on with your end, especially with that blue chick that you’re apparently with for the last few days.”

“You got it.” You chuckle out.

”Alright. Now go, she’s finishing up your ice cream.”

“You saw us?”

”Of course, did you think that I was actually interested with this shit box?” He points at the SMES Tiny being displayed on the glass. The two of you exchange a hearty chuckle before parting ways. Before you know it, Rainbow Dash tosses out an empty tray into the trash can.

”Srry, arr owt.” She mutters through her stuffed mouth, risking some of the frosting to spew out.

“I was done with it, but not with you.” You rub her head, and in return, get a solid punch on the shoulder from her.

”So, did it go well, or came to cry?”

“I’ll have you know that it went great, and he expects some juicy info about us.” She rightfully scoffs.

”If he wants to hear about how I constantly beat you in Street Kombat VII while chowing down on some food, then be my guest.”

“I can still beat you on Gran Motorsport.”

”Just you wait, I’ll get you and bump you right off the track.” She retorts.

“That’ll be the day when I send your character flying into the spike pit.” And for the rest of the hour, the two of you back talked the other on their playstyle and would better off be fiddling with their stick/button.

A few months later…

You wait by the railing, waiting for the show to start. Everyone is talking, whereas you are by yourself, gazing at the city below.

”I can’t believe I have to wear this stupid dress.” Dash shuffles around in her frilly attire. You turn around and look at her holding it up so that she doesn’t trip on it.

“Blueblood wouldn’t accept you wearing a worn out shirt and shorts.”

”I bet you that he wishes he would get that far with a girl.” You shake your head as she drops it and stands next to you, resting an arm on the railing.

“You look wonderful.” She’s stunned for a moment, then averts her attention to the city.

”T-thanks…” She grumbles out. You look at the city and wonder when it will start. ”Be honest with me; do you really want to be here?”

You look around and see a bunch of Crystal Prep students dressed up in their fancy suits and dresses, all socializing and leaving you as an outcast. It isn’t just the fact that they are pompous jackasses, but you are clearly out of place with your father’s old blazer and black jeans. The only thing that prevented you from being kicked out was the white shirt that was woven by Rarity. Getting into this party was all thanks to Norman, where he knew a friend and got you in with a phony invitation. Thank fuck that rich kids like Blueblood never made up in intelligence. That, or the fake invitation was that good. Either way, you’re happy to have a nice view with your plus one.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsSOv7Skl-0

“To be honest, not really. But it was all for you.” You can sense her gazing at you. You choose not to look at her and decided to point at the sky. In the distance, a few fireworks begin to screech in the distance before exploding.

”Woah…” She gasps in awe as multiple streams of light and balls of various colour go off. Everyone crowds around and gawk at what you were predicting for the last ten minutes.

“It wasn’t easy, but I hope it was worth it.” Rainbow Dash hugs you, pressing her cheek against your own.

”It definitely was.” In the distance, at a timely fashion, you see a firework going off, displaying a well crafted heart. You really owe Norman for this one.

"Was that...?"

"Mmhmm." What you didn't expect next was an all out kiss from her. On the cheek, sure. But she twisted your head to plaster on. When it was said and done, her glimmering eyes gaze into your own.

"I... love you." She moves in closer to begrudgingly whisper her feelings into your ear.

"And I love you, Dash." You whisper back. You put an arm around her waist and pull her in to watch.

Comments

[Midnight Radiance]

This was beautiful. I wish it didn't end.

[DiamondBrony99]

I honestly expected Anon to get a beat down by Rainbow for making Fluttershy cry,

[deathcombo99]

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fucking spike look IN in the pic. Jesus