• Published 12th Sep 2012
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Third Time's a Charm - RazedRainbow



After Rainbow Dash saves her life yet again, Rarity lets something out.

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Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Rarity awoke to a sheet of blazing light. She brought her hooves up to her face, clumsily thumping them against her horn and forehead before sliding them over her eyes. Her whole body was cooing at her to go back to sleep, but the brightness made sleep but a fleeting dream. It didn’t help that the rays of light were absolutely torrid. And then there was the shaking.

“Get up!” a voice said. It was harsh and grating and eerily familiar. Rarity felt something grab her foreleg and pull it away from her face, then a rather heavy push against her ribs. Rarity whimpered but held fast; she was going to get up when she felt like it, and now was most certainly not that time.

“Come on, Rarity!” The voice was louder this time. “I know you’re alive, so act like it.” More shakes followed, bordering on outright punches.

“Mmmf,” she mumbled, rolling onto her side. “No, mother... five more minutes, I implore you.”

“Get up, Rares!” The voice was close enough for Rarity to feel the heat of its breath. It also smelled of daisy sandwich and cupcake: a most unflattering combination of stenches.

She shook her head, holding back the urge to gag, and tried to curl herself into a ball. Unfortunately, her legs weren’t all fully awake just yet, and she guessed that her ball of protection was more like a question mark. “If you give me five more minutes, I’ll cut Grandpa Belle’s yard. I’ll even weed his garden. Just five more minutes,” she mumbled, shifting slightly. She winced as a brief pain shot up her side.

There was a loud sigh, then the voice muttered, “Fine.”

Before Rarity knew what was happening, she felt two forelegs wrap around her midsection—their grip much, much stronger than her mother’s—and begin to lift her to her hooves. Her ribs screamed out in a piercing agony, and she whimpered as the comforts of the ground seemed to grow further and further away. Put me down, she begged, though the only sounds to escape her lips were more grunts and whimpers.

And her pleas were answered, though not in the way she had hoped. A quick yelp emitted from behind her, and Rarity suddenly found herself with a faceful of grass and dirt, and a heavy weight pressing against her back. Her whole body wailed in protest, and she did the same.

“Off you ruffian!” Rarity rolled over, throwing the assailant off her back. Grumbling and groaning, she opened her eyes once more. The dreaded light returned with a vengeance, but this time she fought through it. The world came back to her in waves. First came the blurry outlines of clouds and the sky. Then the sun made itself apparent, glowing against the sky and beating down on her with a searing heat. Finally, the smaller things became clear: the endless plain stretching out in all directions, the cyan pegasus laying in a prone position beside her, the bugs crawling around—

Wait!

Rainbow Dash lay sprawled out in the grass, eyes set in a deathly glare that was aimed directly at Rarity. Groaning and grumbling, Dash rose to her hooves. “Finally,” she muttered as she stretched herself out, first her back, then her forelegs and hind legs. Rarity had been able to raise herself into a sitting position by the time Rainbow started to stretch out her wings—or at least, tried to. Her right wing flapped without a hitch, but her left one seemed to want nothing more than to stay put. It moved, but slower, and Rainbow’s face contorted with each movement.

“Drat,” Rainbow muttered, kicking the ground. She bit her lip and attempted to hover. Her hooves got a couple of centimeters off the ground before she fell back to earth with a dull thump. Rarity had trouble restraining the giggle that threatened to burst from her mouth. Dash groaned and jumped back to her hooves.

“Well, isn’t this just great!” she yelled, causing Rarity to fall backwards in surprise. Rainbow gave a loud and heavy sigh and started to pace around, stomping her hooves with each step. Rarity simply sat in place, trying to put the pieces together and wishing that the soreness that had seeped into every joint and muscle in her body would go away.

The events leading up to now were like a drunken stupor: hazy and half-remembered. She remembered that she had been giving Sweetie Belle a magic lesson when a spell had gone terribly wrong. She had been teleported here—well, kilometers above here—and had fallen and fallen. Then Rainbow Dash had swooped in and caught her, and she had...

Oh pony feathers.

Heat rose up Rarity’s face while a chill ran down her spine. She had kissed Rainbow Dash. Right on the lips, like a damsel snogging a knight after being rescued from a dark castle in a bleak, far-off land.

Rarity had hoped that it had been a dream—that she had simply been knocked out cold by a misfired spell—but her surroundings and injuries ripped her wishful thinking to shreds. She was most certainly not in her house. She doubted she was even in Equestria.

Not to mention the foreign taste in her mouth. Was that from the kiss? Why was it still there? Why was it kind of, sort of pleasant? Rarity growled and shoved her face in her hooves, partially to hide her red face and partially because of the throbbing headache that was banging away at her skull.

Why? WHY?! What is wrong with me?

Rarity was roused from her bout of self-pity by a shadow falling over her. She forced her wet and burning eyes away from the comforts of her hooves and looked up at Rainbow Dash, refusing to make eye contact, focusing on her mane instead. Her disheveled, flowing, lov—

No! Rarity felt the urge to slap herself across the face right then and there. Sure, she had always found Dash’s mane to be alluring, but in the “fashionable” sense—a dazzling object of limitless and untapped potential. But, at this moment, in this context... no. No, she wasn’t going to even think about it.

“You okay?” Rainbow asked, rubbing the back of her neck with her hoof. “That was a wicked spill.”

“No, not really,” Rarity said. “I cannot begin to list the parts of me that hurt.”

Rainbow chuckled, though it lacked the luster it usually held. “Same here.”

“How’s your wing?” Rarity lifted a hoof and pointed, as if Rainbow couldn’t tell that a part of her was hurting unless somepony told her. “Forgive me for assuming, but it looked like it was giving you some trouble a moment—”

“Pfft. Just a bruise, maybe a sprain. I’m not a doctor so I can’t tell. It’s not that bad—sore but, eh, I’ve had worse.” She paused and sighed. “Still, flying’s gonna be a pain in the flank.” She shook her head and began to pace around again, looking at the sky.

Rarity stared at the grass, a wave of guilt rushing through her. And why shouldn’t it? She was to blame. If only she had brushed off Sweetie Belle’s fervent—albeit, rather precious and admirable—begging. If only she had given her a more proper warning. If only she had not kissed Rainbow Dash smack dab on the lips mid-flight for... whatever reason. If only, if only.

The headache was making a comeback, and she brought her hooves up to her temples. It was then that she felt her mane. It was plastered against the side of her face and caked in what she hoped was mud.

And to top it off, I am absolutely filthy! Rarity felt faint. The worst part was that it was going to have to stay in its uncouth state. She was quite sure that there were no salons in the middle of... wherever she was.

She sighed, shook her head, stared at a nearby rock, and insulted herself for being so careless, so impertinent, so vile.

You kissed her. Rainbow Dash. Her.

“Rarity? Helllooo, Equestria to Rarity!”

A sudden, shrill noise pulled Rarity from her distressed thoughts.

“Anypony home?!” Rainbow yelled into Rarity’s ear, knocking her head with a hoof. Suddenly aware—and very much in pain—Rarity knocked Rainbow’s hoof away and glowered. Sometimes, Dash was as mature and controllable as Pinkie Pie on Hearth’s Warming morning.

“Rainbow Dash,” she said, making sure to lift her chin slightly; a lady always shows who’s in charge. “I would be ever so grateful if you would refrain from hitting my head!” All grace raced out of her near the end, being replaced by a most unladylike scowl.

Dash simply laughed. “Okay, Rares, okay. Sorry, you were just...” Rainbow lifted her forehooves and twirled them around her head, rolling her eyes and sticking out her tongue. When she finished and saw Rarity’s blank expression, she concluded, “You were totally out of it.”

Rarity sighed. “Sorry, Rainbow Dash. I’ve got a lot on my mind at the moment.”

Rainbow chuckled once again, however this time it sounded far less merry. She rubbed the back of her neck. “Heh heh. That makes two of us,” Rainbow said, shaking out her good wing. For a second, Rarity could have saw a hint of red on her cheeks. Was Rainbow Dash... flustered? No, it couldn’t be. That wasn’t a “Rainbow Dash” thing. Though, considering the situation, it made sense.

“Well,” Rainbow Dash said after a moment’s silence, “I’ve got good news and bad news.”

“What’s the good news?”

“I know exactly where we are. We’re just south of Ghastly Gorge.” Rainbow Dash laughed briefly. “Good thing you chose to try out skydiving in one of my practice fields, huh?”

“I was not skydiving!” Rarity said sternly. How dare Rainbow Dash accuse her of even considering such boorish pastimes. Preposterous!

“Okay. Chill, Rares.” Rainbow Dash lifted a hoof, backing away. “Jeez. Anyway, you totally lucked out. I don’t usually even use this field, but some pegasus circus from, like, Fillydelphia or Coltlombia or wherever had taken over my usual practice field.” Rainbow Dash’s nostrils flared and shook her head. “As expected, they were absolute crap. Horrible maneuvering, weak in the wings. Anyway, yeah. You’re lucky.”

Rarity forced a smile, but inside she was grimacing. I sincerely doubt that.

“So, Ponyville’s that way.” Rainbow Dash pointed toward a vacant horizon that looked exactly like the other three. “By flight, it’s about a two hour trip... and that’s where the bad news comes in.”

Rarity gulped. She knew where this was going.

“You wouldn’t happen to know a teleportation spell, would you?” Rainbow asked, a foal-like smile tugging at her lips.

“Sorry, Rainbow Dash, but no.”

Dash groaned and muttered, “Perfect.” She slammed a hoof into the ground and bit her lip. For a second, Rarity wondered if she should hide behind something. But the anger faded away almost as soon as it had appeared, replaced by a frown and a gentle gaze.

“It’s cool,” she said quietly, pawing at the disturbed earth. She sighed once more before continuing, the same sigh that a doctor gives before delivering tragic news.

“Unfortunately, that means we’re going to have to walk back.”

Rarity’s jaw dropped and her eyes shrunk to flea-sized dots. No. Oh sweet Celestia, no. She had just gotten this hooficure yesterday! Now it was to be ruined, taken from her like childhood innocence. She whimpered and looked at her hooves.

They were covered in mud. She rubbed them together and they felt rougher than sandpaper.

“Very well,” Rarity muttered to nopony in particular. “How long will we be walking? Five hours? Nine?” She gulped. “T-twelve?”

“Uh...” Dash’s smile was akin to Sweetie Belle’s when she had just destroyed half of Rarity’s stock of fabric while trying to make a dress for Opalescence. In short, Rarity knew the next words out of Dash’s mouth would make her sick to her stomach.

“Two days.”

Rarity squeaked. “T-t-t-two d-days?” she managed.

“Unfortunately.”

“But, Rainbow Dash, you said that where we are—right here—is a two hour flight for you. Now, I am no expert of mathematics by any stretch of the imagination, but that simply does not check out.”

“Two hours at top speed.”

Rarity frowned. “Oh.”

Rainbow Dash looked to her right—Rarity concluded that this was east, because of the rising sun.

“Well, we better get a move on,” Rainbow Dash said. “If we start now, and keep moving, we’ll reach the Ghastly Gorge by nightfall.” With that, Rainbow Dash started to canter away from Rarity. For a long moment, Rarity sat there in silence, expecting Rainbow Dash to stop and come back. It wasn’t until Dash turned around, glared at her, and gestured with her foreleg that Rarity realized that they were going. Right now.

“Come on, Rarity! We’re wasting daylight.”

Giving a nervous giggle, Rarity rose to her hooves and chased after Rainbow Dash. Her ribs weren’t nearly as sore as they had been, and the rest of her body was free of pain altogether. Compared to Rainbow, she considered herself lucky.

There was that feeling of guilt again. If it hadn’t been for her, they would be soaring back to Ponyville together. In only a few hours, Rarity would have been clean and safe and laying in her bed, treating herself to an extra-long siesta.

But you just had to kiss her, you silly, stupid mare.

Rarity shook her head—a pointless gesture, but she needed to do something to keep her mind away from those areas. She knew she shouldn’t have kissed Dash. In fact, she had no idea why she had kissed her in the first place. All thoughts about it simply led to headaches and frustration. There were no answers that she could think of.

So why bring it up? Rarity had no desire to delve into the topic, and Rainbow Dash had yet to even mention the kiss, so there was no reason to think about such things. Right now, all she should be worrying about was getting home. Nothing else.

And yet her mind kept slipping back, like an addict stumbling back to their demons. She just couldn't help but feel that she had to justify her actions—tell herself that it meant nothing.

It had been a reflex in the heat of the moment. She had thought for sure that she was dead, and then all of a sudden she was safe and sound. It was only natural; she was overjoyed to be alive, and she had done the first thing her mind said. Kiss her. Thank her. It was a very strange way to say “thank you” but Rarity took pride in the fact that she was quite a unique pony. In the end it was just a reaction: no feelings to speak of.

Or at least that’s what she hoped.


Special thanks to Cynewulf