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I'm Cool, Not Cute! (RGRE Rainbow Dash)

By Ephemeral
Created: 18th December 2020 01:59:03 AM

  1. > Be Rainbow Dash
  2. > And be totally NOT stalking the new resident human, Anon, from the clouds
  3. > This… is spying
  4. > Spying is cool
  5. > Twilight had apparently sent Anon out to get a few things, and you’d just so happened to catch sight of him earlier.
  6. > You had decided he needed to be monitored… for safety reasons.
  7. > Didn’t want any mare taking advantage, Celestia forbid.
  8. > Anyhow, the colt sure did seem like he could use a mare’s guidance; He looked completely lost at the market place.
  9. > What Stallion didn’t know how to flirt, chat, and haggle?
  10. > He just accepted whatever price they tried to smack him with.
  11. > Poor guy...
  12. > Some of the other mares picked up on this and took pity thankfully, offering him a wink and a lower price.
  13. > You roll your eyes.
  14. > Colt-mode, easy-mode.
  15. > But that wasn’t Anons fault.
  16. > Next time you’d go with him and stop those stupid mares from eyeing him up so much.
  17.  
  18.  
  19. > You zip over to the next cloud, a colored streak following in your wake as you keep your eyes trained on the creature walking through town.
  20. > A smirk forms on your face.
  21. > You were only a few feet above him, but with your excellent sneaky skills he still hadn’t noticed a thi—
  22. > “Dash, what are you doing?”
  23. >You blink and see the human looking up at you, an eyebrow quirked.
  24. > Quick, think of something!
  25. > You give him your best poker face.
  26. “Nothing!”
  27. > …
  28. > …
  29.  
  30. > 9/10
  31.  
  32.  
  33. > He just shakes his head.
  34. > “If you want to talk to me, just come down. I won’t bite.”
  35. > He won’t bite? Do… Do humans bite?
  36. > You start to feel a knot in your stomach.
  37. > Twilight had said one time that humans were a predator species
  38. > Faust, was he like something from the Everfree forest?
  39. > You shake your head and scowl.
  40. > C’mon, filly, you were Rainbow Dash!
  41. > No colt scares you!
  42. > You glare down at him.
  43. > He chuckles and you hear him say the word ‘cute’ under his breath
  44. > Ohnohedidn’t
  45. > You zoom down to the ground. “L-listen, buster. I’m cool, not cu—”
  46. > He gives you a smile as he boops your nose, and you can’t stop from letting out a squeak.
  47. > Anon gives a grin before turning and motioning you to follow.
  48. > D-Damn—stupid— human—colt— thing.
  49. > You felt heat rushing to your cheeks.
  50. > Thank Celestia he wasn’t looking at you.
  51. > Damn guy had a weird way of messing with your head, always making you feel funny.
  52. > It was something you found interesting about him yet it bothered you to no end.
  53.  
  54. > “So, Dash, you have the day off?”
  55. > You blink, his voice breaking you from your thoughts.
  56. “Oh, uh, yeah. Weather duty and all that. There’s only a few seasons we have to really hit the skies hard. Um… So… Twilight has you doing errands? You don’t usually—uh.”
  57. > You articulated with a hoof. Trying to find the words.
  58. > He stops and turns to you, making you freeze.
  59. > S-Shoot, is your face okay? You’re not flushed still, right?
  60. > “I live in the Castle, Dash. Helping out this much is the least I should do honestly. I just don’t like how… concerned she can be.” he said with a faint smile.
  61. > He bends down and puts one of his hands on your head, giving a soft scratch between your ears.
  62. > Sweet Faust…
  63. > You could feel your eyes lower as a feeling of utter bliss channeled it’s way through you
  64. > Dammit you hated when he did this!
  65. > More importantly, HOW did he do this?!
  66. > You open your mouth to tell him to knock it off but all that comes out is a breathy moan.
  67. > Your leg twitches as you slowly sink to your haunches, the feeling melting away every thought.
  68. > It stops.
  69. > Your eyes flutter open to see that human’s pretty face beaming as he stood over you.
  70. > “You ponies sure are cute…”
  71. > He… He just...
  72. > F-Fuck this colt!
  73. > He did that right in the middle of the street like it was nothing!
  74. > Worst part was that it totally worked.
  75. > You look around to see a few mares giggling and giving you looks.
  76. > Your face suddenly felt like it was on fire and you snapped your gaze to the pavement.
  77. > He had to know he was teasing you.
  78. > There was absolutely no way the colt didn’t know what he was doing, right?
  79. > Jeeze… he made you feel like such a beta sometimes.
  80.  
  81. > “Dash, you okay there? You look kinda overheated. Do you want to take a rest in the shade? I have some water you can drink.”
  82. > Aw… heh, how nice. He was worried and wanted to take care of y—DAMMIT DON’T FALL FOR THE RUSE!
  83. “Nah, I’m fine,” you say as you close your eyes and strike a confident pose, crimson and all.
  84. > T-Take that.
  85. > He shrugs and looks off toward the castle, his brow furrowing at the sun lowering past the treeline.
  86. “Heading back already?”
  87. > He nods. “Yeah, Twilight’s probably wondering where I am. She likes to calculate exact timings and all that to keep track of me, and she probably didn’t factor in our little meetup. You know how she gets.”
  88. “Well she doesn’t want you out alone without a mare when it gets dark, ya know. She’s just being a good friend.”
  89. > He quirks a brow at you.
  90. > “I can handle myself. I don’t get why she tries to baby me so much. I’m bigger and stronger than most ponies.”
  91. > Normally you’d just nod along and humor a colt talking like that, but with Anon, that made you wonder.
  92. > Ha, nah, he was still a colt, no matter how big he was.
  93. > Probably throws like a boy and cries the moment he gets hurt. Sports definitely separated the fillies from the mares.
  94. > You blink and a smile works its way onto your face
  95. > Of course! He was always able to make you feel like a little beta because he was always in his element!
  96. > notthistime.plan
  97. > This time, you’d show him just how marely you were in the best way possible.
  98. > By beating him at hoofball!
  99. > You’d could make a punishment game wager.
  100. > What if he agreed to be your servant for the day?
  101. >W-What if you made him wear a cute butler uniform.
  102. > You bite your lip.
  103. > l-lewd.
  104.  “Hey, uh, Anon, if you want to hang out there’s a community hoofball game at ponyville park. You up for it? I’ll tell the girls to go easy of course—just a casual fun game.”
  105. > You put on your winningest smile.
  106. > Colts always fell for that.
  107. > Take the bait filly, Dashy wants to see YOU made the colt for once.
  108. > He purses his lips. “Yeah sure. I’ve been looking for something interesting to do lately. Twilight might make a fuss though.”
  109. “Just tell her you’re helping Applejack or something. You’ll be fiiiiine.”
  110. > He shrugs. “I’d rather not lie but knowing how… protective she is, I think that’s the best option.”
  111. > Oh, this was going to be so fun.
  112. > You could feel yourself practically bouncing now.
  113. > Keep your cool, filly; Never act too eager.
  114. “Anon, what say we make this thing interesting?”
  115. >”... interesting how?”
  116. “Well, if you’re not chicken, how about we say the loser has to wait hand and foot on the winner, for the rest of the day.”
  117. >Anon paused and gave you a strange look.
  118. >”I thought you said you wanted a casual game?”
  119. “Well yeah, but I mean it’s so much more fun when there’s a reason to win.”
  120. >And when you’ll get to tell Anon to bring you cider in a skimpy outfit.
  121. >That’d take him down a notch.
  122. >”Whatever you say, Dash,” he said. “Alright, the loser does some favors. Let’s just not get crazy with it.”
  123.  
  124. >Oh… you won’t get too crazy.
  125. >This time.
  126. >Having him lick whipped cream off your wings was for NEXT time he lost.
  127.  
  128. “I’ll see you at the Hay Tumble at 9 then,” you say as casually as you can, then zoom off before your excitement can get the better of you.
  129. >This was gonna be good.
  130.  
  131. --
  132.  
  133. >Be the fastest, coolest, mareliest flier in Equestria.
  134. >The one and only Rainbow Dash.
  135. >And today was the day you got to make a colt cry!
  136. >...
  137. >You know what, it sounded better yesterday, but screw it.
  138. >Anon would do whatever you wanted later, and that made it worth it in the end.
  139. >You blew the red bangs from your eyes and pouted.
  140. >Stupid Anon… always making you feel like a little foal, saying you were… cute.
  141. >That funny feeling started up in your stomach and you grumbled.
  142. >This time you’d be the one making HIM look cute.
  143. >A skimpy butler uniform should do nicely to put the image in his mind.
  144. >Maybe with socks… and a loose fitting shirt with a plunging neckline.
  145. >The wings on your back twitched.
  146. >Ooh… that sounded amazing.
  147.  
  148. >”Dash, done warming up yet? Hey… is that a wing—”
  149.  
  150. “NO!” you said, whirling around and coming face to face with Home Run
  151.  
  152. >She blinked, stopping only for a moment in chewing her bubble gum before shifting the wooden bat on her shoulder.
  153. >”Okay…” Home Run said, giving you a blank look. “Well the girls are ready to get started. Oh, and the human came by dressed in some sort of uniform, says he was playing today and you’d explain everything.”
  154.  
  155. “Right, I’ll be right over. Just give me a minute—I gotta, stretch and stuff,” you said and cleared your throat.
  156.  
  157. >”I always found thinking about something else helps.”
  158.  
  159. >You scrunched your muzzle.
  160. >S-Stupid Anon...
  161.  
  162. --
  163.  
  164. >You weren’t sure how the girls would react to including Anon in your regular games.
  165. >Matches on the green could get pretty rough and rowdy.
  166. >Fights never broke out or anything, but slide tackles, rough elbowing, and ponies getting beaned by the hoofball happened often enough.
  167. >They all seemed pretty happy to rein themselves in for Anon’s sake though.
  168. >Everypony smiled and gave him advice on how to hold the smackstick.
  169. >Dust Devil and Hay Stack even jumped at teaching the rules, each of the other mares chiming in here and there, trying to help Anon learn.
  170. >He remarked a few times that the rules sounded a lot like something called based ball back in his world oddly enough.
  171. >Oh colt, this ain’t no sissy stallions game, whatever based ball was.
  172. >He’d learn.
  173.  
  174. >Eventually you got tired of everypony surrounding Anon, giving him advice and explaining more and more stuff, and just broke it up and got two captains picked.
  175. >You stood in line like usual, chest puffed out, ready to be snapped up within the first few picks.
  176. >Of all things… Cornstalk picked Anon first.
  177. >...
  178. >What the hay…?
  179. >He was a colt.
  180. >There’s no way he was good, let alone first pick worthy.
  181.  
  182. >You quirked an eyebrow and looked around you.
  183. >Nopony but you seemed to find this odd.
  184. >You narrowed your eyes as they all cheered him on as he walked over.
  185.  
  186. >>”Good luck Anon!”
  187. >>”Do your best, colt.”
  188. >>”Go easy on us, ya hear?”
  189. >>”If you need any pointers, don’t be a stranger.”
  190.  
  191. >...
  192. >Oh no…
  193. >Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh filly no no no—
  194.  
  195. --
  196.  
  197. >Home Run bunted Anon’s straight pitch then took off as a light trot down the line to first base.
  198. >Anon scrambled up, grabbed the ball then whipped it over to first.
  199.  
  200. >>“OUT. That’s the game,” the umpire yelled.
  201.  
  202. >Big League gave a sheepish smile and rubbed the back of her neck.
  203. >”Ya got me, big guy. Good job.”
  204.  
  205. >FUCK
  206.  
  207. >You stared up at the scoreboard a horrible feeling settling in your stomach.
  208. >32 to 5.
  209. >Anon wasn’t bad as it turns out.
  210. >He took to the pitcher’s mound despite the girl’s warning that it was a hard position and he could get hit with the ball.
  211. >Anon being Anon of course he HAD to show them he could do it.
  212. >And for somepony with no magic, he did a pretty good job, you had to admit...
  213. >For a colt.
  214. >But he still wasn’t better than the two other pitchers on their team, Whiplash and Hail Mary, who pretty much sat useless in the outfield the whole time.
  215. >No, with the teams as they were, this should have been easy…
  216. >There was just one apple-bucking problem.
  217.  
  218. “You guys went easy on him!” you said, whirling on your teammates.
  219.  
  220. >The girls gave you a look.
  221. >>”Well… yeah,” Home Run said. “Did you expect us to play hard against a poor little stallion. Come on Dash, I know you like to win but have some integrity. Look how happy he is.”
  222.  
  223. >Anon was standing in his stupid little based ball uniform that admittedly looked cute as tartarus on him.
  224. >He gave you a smile and a wave.
  225. >“Good game, Dash. That was fun.”
  226.  
  227. >You whipped back to your teammates.
  228. “But, but, but… you don’t understand! He was supposed to cry!”
  229.  
  230. >Home Run furrowed her brow.
  231. >>”... are you for real?”
  232.  
  233. “Yes! I mean no! I mean… ughhhh, it’s more complicated than that.”
  234.  
  235. >Dust Devil gave you a bemused look and popped her bubblegum.
  236. >>”...k”
  237.  
  238. “You know what, I don’t need that kind of negativity. I’m gonna go—”
  239. >You let out a mewl as Anon scooped you into his arms from behind.
  240. >He snuggled his big dumb face into your mane as you squirmed in his grip.
  241.  
  242. >“Heya, Dashy. You did good out there, but my team won, and you know what that means.”
  243.  
  244. >A blush formed on your cheeks as he carried you away like a yearling, the whole mare hoofball squad looking on with wide eyes.
  245. “Anon, n-no. Put me down already. Everyone’s looking.”
  246.  
  247. >”Nope. I won. It’s snuggle time until I get you in your outfit for the day.”
  248.  
  249. >A cold sweat broke out on your forehead.
  250. ”Outfit…?”
  251.  
  252. --
  253.  
  254. >You stared into the mirror, a low whine draining out of you.
  255. >A frilly, black and white maid’s outfit fit snuggly on your body.
  256. >The skirt rose quite a bit above your flank and was paired with a practically see through inner skirt that came down a few inches lower.
  257. >The result was a mesh that teased at the curvature of your backside, and more than likely would reveal your hindquarters if you bent over too far.
  258. >The neckline had a small V that caught a bit of your tuft, pushing it up.
  259. >The outfit even came with long, silky, white socks that caressed your legs as you moved.
  260. >You couldn’t help but wince as your nether regions tingled a bit as you shifted your weight back and forth.
  261.  
  262. >Celestia, this was so humiliating...
  263. >It’s wasn’t like clothes suddenly made nudity taboo.
  264. >But something about the way they concealed, it made you think there was something naughty about being seen.
  265. >It was like wrapping someone up in a present… you just wanted to unwrap them right away.
  266. >Clothes seemed to say ‘ah, ah, no peeking’ and it drove you nuts.
  267. >Even if you were the one wearing them.
  268.  
  269. “Anoooon…?” you called out. “Do I have to do this?”
  270.  
  271. >”Aw, come on, Dash. Just let me see you in it one time. Pleeease?”
  272.  
  273. >You frowned.
  274. “I don’ wanna.”
  275.  
  276. >”Why are you so embarrassed? I bet you look good.”
  277.  
  278. >Your tail swished back and forth and your ears laid back.
  279. “You promise not to laugh or anything?”
  280.  
  281. >”Cross my heart, and hope to die, stick a cupcake in my eye.”
  282.  
  283. >Dangit, he used the pinkie promise.
  284. >Well… you already lost the bet anyhow.
  285. >You were a mare of your word at the very least.
  286. >You took a breath and nudged the door open.
  287. >A few tentative steps brought you out of his bathroom and into his living room.
  288. >Just the movement in the outfit, combined with Anon staring straight at you set your heart racing.
  289.  
  290. “H-Here I am,” you said giving his expression a glance. “I know, stupid right?”
  291.  
  292. >He looked taken aback.
  293. “What? No way, Dash, you look stunning. Did you look at yourself before coming out?”
  294.  
  295. >You took your eyes from the floor and looked up at Anon.
  296. >”Really?”
  297.  
  298. “Absolutely.”
  299.  
  300. >>”I concur, darling.”
  301.  
  302. >You jumped, letting out a yelp and attempting to spread your wings.
  303. >The maid outfit unfortunately hadn’t come with wing holes, so you instead smacked back to the ground, landing in a crumpled pile of fabric.
  304. “Rarity?! W-What are you doing here? Don’t look at me! Anon, why is she here?”
  305.  
  306. She scoffed.
  307. >>”Who do you think tailored the outfit, Rainbow Dash? Anon invited me so I could see how it fit while I let him borrow it,” she said, and took a sip from a tea cup held in her magic.
  308. >>“And might I say, I am amazed by the results. You look like you could grace any manor, yet there’s plenty of sexiness to it all… who knew our Dashy had it in her.”
  309.  
  310. “R-Rarity!” you said, covering your face with your hooves.
  311.  
  312. >>“Oh hush. Now if we can only do something with your mane. Be a dear and stand up. I have a few forms I’d like you to take so I can see if I got things right.”
  313.  
  314. “What?”
  315. >You narrowed your eyes at her.
  316. >”Rarity, I’m not modeling for you.”
  317.  
  318. >>”Actually,” she said, giving Anon a glance. “As I’ve been told, you’ve lost a bet. Anon?”
  319.  
  320. >”It’ll be quick, Dash, I promise,” he said, putting his hands together in a pleading gesture. “Rarity only let me borrow this for you if I got her someone to model it. Besides, there’s no reason for you to be ashamed. You look amazing in it.”
  321.  
  322. >You let out a whimper.
  323. >He could flatter you all he wanted… the dress still barely covered your butt, and every time Anon looked at you, your stomach did flips.
  324. >All it’d take was for you to turn around… your tail didn’t do much on it’s own…
  325. >Celestia, why did clothes make you feel MORE naked?
  326. >You caught yourself rubbing your back inner thighs together.
  327. >The thought of Anon seeing you drip onto the floor made your face heat bright red.
  328. >It would be so easy for him to catch a glimpse of your marehood…
  329.  
  330. “Anon, can I just… do something else?”
  331.  
  332. >Anon sighed and gave you a disappointed look.
  333. “Well… I don’t want to force you if it really bothers you. But you did lose, and I know you wouldn’t have let me off the hook so easy.”
  334.  
  335. >You flinched.
  336. >Karma was out of blood today.
  337.  
  338. >“Rarity, do you have anything else dash could try?”
  339.  
  340. >Rarity put a hoof to her chin and hummed.
  341. >>”I have some other pieces. I’m afraid they’re a bit more risque though. They’re part of a special interest line and this is one of the more tame outfits.”
  342.  
  343. >“Ah… well thanks anyways. Dash go ahead and give her the outfit back I guess. I’ll think of something else.”
  344.  
  345. >You started to reach back and use your teeth on the ties on the midsection when Rarity spoke up.
  346.  
  347. >>”Please do not use your mouth, dear. That’s high quality cashmere.”
  348.  
  349. >You spat out the knot you were working out and glared at her.
  350. “How they heck am I supposed to get this thing off then?”
  351.  
  352. “Just let me do it, and stop being so fussy,” she said and her horn flared to life.
  353. >A blue aura enveloped your socks and began sliding them off your hooves one at a time.
  354. >You bit your lip as each one slid down your limbs, stroking your fur all the way down.
  355. >Next Rarity started loosing your skirts, and you instinctively moved your backside to face away from Anon.
  356. >The skirt fell to the floor and the cool air met your flanks.
  357. >You shuddered.
  358. >It never occurred to you how erotic it would feel to have only the top of your outfit left.
  359. >Your whole backside felt exposed—right out in the open for anyone to see.
  360. >For Anon to see.
  361. >Your breathing picked up and you shut your eyes.
  362. >This was much worse.
  363. >You couldn’t do this.
  364. >Not with Anon in the room, and you couldn’t just ask him to leave.
  365. >Anon might not understand why but Rarity sure would.
  366. >That’d be almost as embarrassing.
  367.  
  368. “R-Rarity?” you said as you felt her magic start pulling your top down.
  369. >You slapped a hoof to the fabric, stopping it from slipping past your shoulders.
  370.  
  371. >>”Hm? Yes, darling.”
  372.  
  373. “Put the skirt back on, um, p-please.”
  374.  
  375. >She cocked her head to the side.
  376. >>“Well whatever for? I’m already mostly done,” she said, the fabric loosening around your shoulders. “You’ll be down to nothing in no time.”
  377.  
  378. “Please don’t word it like that…”
  379.  
  380. >>”Dash, I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me.”
  381.  
  382. “Just… put it all back on please. I’ll do the stupid modeling thing. I just want to get this over with.”
  383.  
  384. >Anon and Rarity paused then traded questioning looks.
  385. >”If that’s what she wants,” Anon said with a shrug.
  386. >Rarity gave a haughty hmph but thankfully slid your top back on and started fixing the skirts.
  387. >The fabric dragged up your backside, sliding across your sensitive marehood.
  388. >Thankfully you didn’t make any noise at that, but you’d started to feel a bit dizzy at this point.
  389.  
  390. >>”Alright, now that things are in order, again, we can get started. Alright Dash, start by pushing your chest out and arching your back.”
  391.  
  392. >You tried your best to school your features and posed, trying not to look at Anon, who you knew would be staring straight at you the entire time.
  393. >You felt your marehood wink and a thin line of something hot and wet dripped down your inner thigh.
  394. >This was going to be a long modeling session.
  395.  
  396. --
  397.  
  398. >The session lasted an hour, but it felt like an eternity.
  399. >There was no way half of those poses were “standard practice” and you could see that perverted glint in Rarities eye when she told you to try embracing the role more.
  400.  
  401. >Thankfully Anon eventually intervened and told Rarity that her part of the deal had surely been dealt with and sent her off for the time being.
  402. >Your mind immediately wandered to risque territory when it was just the two of you, but Anon only asked you to do some chores while he relaxed.
  403. >No mocking or teasing you—He just put his feet up and read while you dusted and tidied up.
  404. >Part of you felt relieved, but at the same time, you’d expected him to really take advantage of this.
  405. >You were still nervous, sure, but it felt slightly anticlimactic in a way.
  406. >He should have teased you a little, right?
  407. >You grumbled to yourself.
  408. >This colt was so frustrating.
  409.  
  410. >Eventually dinner time came around and he’d ordered pizza instead of having you cook something, though he asked you to do the dishes.
  411. >Honestly considering he treated you and let you pick the topping, it wasn’t much a punishment.
  412. >Any decent mare would have done that for their stallion.
  413.  
  414. >You pause mid scrub.
  415. >What would that even be like?
  416. >He could cook a mean meal when he wanted to.
  417. >Probably wouldn’t be so bad living with him.
  418. >You shook your head, brushing aside the thoughts.
  419. >Who were you kidding.
  420. >There’s no way you two would get along.
  421.  
  422. >The last dish joined the others on a drying rack and you let out a satisfied sigh.
  423. >Glancing out the window, you saw the sun was going down.
  424. >Only a little while longer…
  425. >You’d agreed that sundown would end the bet and call your punishment game fulfilled.
  426. >He had time for one more thing.
  427.  
  428. >You took a deep breath and headed into the living room.
  429. >Anon lay back against one side of the couch, flipping through channels with a remote.
  430. >His shirt had ridden up a bit, letting you see just a bit of his lower torso.
  431. >You gulped.
  432. >He shifted, revealing another inch and you leaned forward.
  433. >Come on… little bit more please...
  434.  
  435. >“You finished, Dash?”
  436.  
  437. >You jumped and snapped your eyes to his face.
  438. “Y-Yeah. Finished ‘em.”
  439. >If he’d caught you leering, he said nothing of it, and instead beckoned you over.
  440. >You walked close head slightly down, ready for whatever he’d cooked up to complete your punishment game.
  441.  
  442. “Alright, Anon, lay it on me. I can take it.”
  443.  
  444. >He chuckled and smirked down at you.
  445. >”Okay” he said. “Your master orders you to get up here and sit in his lap.”
  446.  
  447. >A light blush spread across your muzzle and your eyes darted between him and floor.
  448. >Come on, Dash, be a mare and stick to your word.
  449. >You took a deep breath, then hopped up and turned to plop yourself into his lap.
  450. >You tentatively leaned back into his chest, thankful that the outfit held your wings down.
  451. >He picked up the remote again and flipped the channel.
  452. >The logo for ESPNY flashed across the screen.
  453. >Your mouth turned up into an open smile and you sat up as you realized this was tonight’s crashball game.
  454. >The Manehattan Matadores vs the Cloudsdale Cloppers, the grudge match for the right to fight in the seasons finale in Canterlot.
  455. >You thought you were gonna miss it.
  456.  
  457. >But there was still something that you didn’t understand.
  458. “So…” you said, tilting your head up at him. “How’d you know I’d be missing the game today? I don’t even talk about my team to anyone.”
  459.  
  460. >”Is that because you root for the Manehatten Matadors instead of your hometown team?”
  461.  
  462. >You stiffened.
  463. “Who told you?”
  464.  
  465. >”Fluttershy. I also know it’s because they’re underdogs, and something about that makes you love rooting for them. They’ve also been having issues with their name because some ponies think it culturally appropriates Minotaurs, and that gets you fired up from time to time.”
  466.  
  467. “I know!” you said, throwing your hooves up. “It’s so dumb. They’ve had that name for decades and now ponies want to change it? Ugh.”
  468. >Anon chuckled and you cleared your throat.
  469. “A-Anyways yeah, if they can win here they can go to the championships. They haven’t been this close to a gold horseshoe trophy in years and they really deserve it. I mean, Buckeye really has put her sweat and blood into this…”
  470.  
  471. >You trailed off, realizing you’d been rambling at a colt about sports and cleared your throat.
  472. “Right, but… anyhow, it looks like this won’t be their game this time. But hey, there’s next year.”
  473.  
  474. >Anon nodded along, watching the game without saying much.
  475. >You turned and looked up at him, furrowing your brow.
  476. “Anon?”
  477.  
  478. >”Mm?”
  479.  
  480. “Do you even like crashball?”
  481.  
  482. >”Not really.”
  483.  
  484. “Then what gives? Aren’t you going to make me do something humiliating?”
  485.  
  486. >He gave you a look that seemed to say ‘really?’ and put his hand on your head, gently ruffling your mane.
  487.  
  488. >”Now why would I do something like that?”
  489.  
  490. “Well…” you said, looking down at your feet. “I lost.”
  491.  
  492. >“Oh Dash,” he said and pulled you into a hug, forcing a totally marely sound out of you.
  493. >“None of this has been about making you feel bad or doing anything mean to you. Heck, even though I knew you’d hate it at first, I think you look really cute in the maid uniform.”
  494.  
  495. >All his praise from the day echoed in your mind.
  496. >Your heart sped up and you pulled your hooves to your chest.
  497. >Maybe… it wasn’t THAT bad.
  498. “It’s okay… I look good in it I guess, so. I mean it’s no big deal. Heh, I bet I could make anything look good anyhow. It’s just not my style, is all”
  499.  
  500. >“Mmhm…”
  501. >He smiled and lowered his chin to your mane.
  502. “And I figured after you’d worked so hard and stepped so far out of your comfort zone, you’d like to unwind a bit and catch your game.”
  503.  
  504. >You sat still for a moment, staring off at nothing in particular.
  505. >That… was actually kinda sweet of him.
  506. >You turned your attention to the game and relaxed.
  507.  
  508. >The two of you stayed like that for a little while, watching the game with you snuggling your back into his large frame.
  509. >Anon’s size tended to intimidate and bother you most times.
  510. >It was so frustrating to have a stallion so much bigger than you.
  511. >But laying against him, his arms around you—it felt good to put your back against his broad chest and nestle into him.
  512. >Being the little spoon like this felt nice in a way.
  513.  
  514. “Hey… Anon?”
  515.  
  516. >”Yeah?”
  517.  
  518. >You fidgeted with your forehooves and bit your lip.
  519. ”Um… I don’t really know how to say this but… today wasn’t so bad.”
  520.  
  521. >“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said with a smile. “Spending my time with a such a cute mare wasn’t too bad for me either.”
  522.  
  523. >You made a pout and crossed your hooves.
  524. >A sigh escaped you and relaxed back into him.
  525.  
  526. “I’m cool, not cute.”
  527.  
  528. --
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