Rainbow Dash Adultery


                                            >"Anon!?"

                                            >You freeze, still half inside Derpy and still with your arm wrapped around her leg.

                                            "U-Uh.. Hey, Dashie!"

                                            >"What the fuck is this!?"

                                            >She storms into the room, ripping off the head of her wonderbolt suit and pushing you aggressively so you fall onto your back.

                                            >The grey pegasus quickly hovers up and away from the bed, blushing and trying to hide herself away.

                                            >"Oh, so I'm gone for one hour and you're fucking some other mare in our bed!? What the fuck is your problem, Anon?"

                                            "Look... we just got a little carried away."

                                            >You reach out to comfort her but she's having none of it, swiping your arm away.

                                            >"I'll say! Is this what you're always doing while I'm out? I'm not good enough or something?"

                                            "No! I love you, it's just..."

                                            >"Just what? Strangely enough, Anon, when you love somepony you usually don't go and fuck somepony else behind their back."

                                            >She holds her hoof against her brow and sighs, still shaking with anger.

                                            >"You know what? I'm done."

                                            "Wait.. what?"

                                            >"We're through! You can just go fuck little miss retard over there. Y'know, you were really lucky, Anon. I actually loved you, and some of the things I let you do to me... you're gonna have a hard time finding anypony else who'll do that shit. Now get out of my fucking house."

                                            "Where will I go?"

                                            >"Not my problem."

                                            "I can't even get back to ground level without-"

                                            >"Not. My. Fucking. Problem."

                                            >Her face is practically pressed up against yours, nostrils flaring and eyes fixed with indignation.

                                            >You can tell she means it.

                                            >Leaving the room, you glance back one more time. This is really it. You can't say it's not your fault, but you also can't say you don't miss her already.