[RDxAnon] Nightmares [Candles]


                                            Nightmares:


                                            >It was dark, sometime after 3am. You honestly weren’t sure and you didn’t want to check the clock. That would involve moving, something that was impossible right now due to the pony resting on top of you.

                                            >Yep, like most nights, this one ended with you and Rainbow Dash snuggled together under the blankets, her always resting against your chest whether it be on her side, or on top of you altogether.

                                            >You knew she loved it, feeling your heartbeat, the rise and fall of your chest lulling her to a peaceful sleep. Because she always started stirring if you rolled away, or got up to get a drink, sleepily pawing around the bed for you until you pulled her back into your embrace. But she would never admit it.

                                            >She was Rainbow Dash after all. Strong, courageous, independent. Except for when it was night time at which point she became an almost frail pony. Desperate for affection, pining away when she wouldn’t receive it.


                                            >She stirred, mumbling softly, and kicked her leg. You smiled and gently brushed the spot between her wings. Taking her one hoof in your hand and closing your eyes.

                                            >Not long later, you fell asleep holding her.

                                            >That’s when the nightmares started.


                                            >She was was trying not to cry and you were at her house. But not exactly, more you were watching yourself at her house. But the “you” that was there was different. Cruel, heartless… Awful.

                                            >He/you/Anon had done something, you weren’t quite sure what it was, but it was something that hurt her. Emotionally.

                                            >She was sitting, crumpled on the floor her bottom lip trembling. “P-please Anon… stop.” She croaked.

                                            >Anon smirked, reaching for a nearby shelf and picking up a photo.

                                            “Aww is this little itty bitty wainbow dash and her family? So cute!”

                                            >You cringed at the sound of his voice, it was mocking. So mocking that her eyes welled up as you held the photo over your head. “G-give it back Anon!”

                                            “Sorry Dashie.”

                                            >”You” smirked and by then you, the real you realised what was about to happen. Anon smashed the photo frame on the shelf, grabbed the scratched remains and tearing it to shreds before her welling eyes.

                                            >She broke down crying. “Th-thats was my only photo of mom y-you…” She couldn’t continue. Holding her head in her hooves and sobbing.

                                            >He grinned, shoving her over as you walked past.

                                            “Oh grow up.”

                                            >Before heading into her bedroom. Grabbing her flight suit and holding it up to her.

                                            “So Dash… still have any need for this?”

                                            >She looked up, having pieced the shredded remains back together poorly. “N-no please.”

                                            >He tore it in two.

                                            >She started crying again. That’s when he moved towards Tank, picking up his cage and holding it by a window.

                                            “Dashie…”

                                            >She looked up again, eyes tear streaked and widening. “N-no wait Anon! WAIT!” She panicked running at him but he held her away with an open arm while she struggled.

                                            “If you want to keep him Dash, then please stop.”

                                            >She finally stopped, looking up at him pleadingly.”Please Anon.” She whispered.

                                            >He shook his head and tossed the cage out. Dash screamed, diving towards the window but it was too late. Faintly you could hear the crash of it hitting the ground. “NOO! Tan-”


                                            “Augh!”

                                            >You sat up with a yell, throwing Dash off your chest. Panting and covered in a cold sweat. Your heart slamming in your chest pumping so much adrenaline through you, you were shaking.

                                            >Dash sat up with a groan, massaging her forehead and untangling her back legs. “Wh-what? Anon… You okay?”

                                            >You nodded slowly, staring at her as the nightmare played itself repeatedly through your head. You would never do that to her. But dreams are subconscious manifestations of your inner desires through internal simulations. So… what if deep down you did? Just break her, make her cry, make her feel like absolute shit.

                                            >But you loved her, you would never do that.

                                            >She placed her hoof on your outstretched hand, looking at you concerned. Even in the dark, you could make out her luminous eyes wide and worried. “Anon?”

                                            “Oh uh… Sorry. Just a bad dream.”

                                            >You hoped she couldn’t tell how heavily you were underplaying the situation in the dark. But she crawled over and snuggled herself against you, both of you still sitting up. It was almost an affectionate headbutt. “It’s ok Anon, sometimes I have nightmares as well. I uh… Actually get them a lot.”

                                            >You laid back, pulling her closer against you so half of her was resting on you, the other half spooned against your hip and leg. She gave your chest a soft kiss. “Wanna talk about it?”

                                            “Hmm?”

                                            >”The nightmares I mean. Fluttershy always said it was good to talk about stuff like that.” She shrugged with a sigh.

                                            “It was nothing, just me watching myself be a dick to you…”

                                            >She flinched a little. Just a tiny bit, barely noticeable. But it was clear that your words had affected her. “What do you mean?”

                                            “I uh… destroyed a bunch of your stuff.”

                                            >”Such as?” She was curious now.

                                            “Uh a picture of your family, your old flight suit… Tank…”

                                            >”So you killed my turtle?” She poked you in the chest. “Wow you’re such a dick!”

                                            “Really Dash? I thought it was horrible!”

                                            >She nodded. “Of course it would be horrible, he’s my turtle! But you would never be able to kill him if I was there!”

                                            “Oh and why’s that?”

                                            >She grinned, leaning forwards and giving you a small peck on the cheek. “Cuz I’d fling you through the planet before you so much as flinched.”

                                            >You shivered and she giggled, rolling onto herself entirely onto you. “Come on Anon, it was just a bad dream! I know you would never do that to me, you’re… too nice for that! Just remember it wasn’t real, get yourself comfortable, and fall back asleep holding me.”

                                            >Man that’s what you loved about her. Her uncanny ability to always brighten your spirits whether it was homesickness, or actual sickness. She always made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

                                            “Thanks Dashie.”

                                            >She patted the top of your head. “I always got your back Anon.”

                                            >You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, slowly drifting back off to sleep with her. Your arms full of happy pony.

                                            >The best thing to have your arms full of at night.

                                            >You brushed her mane out of her eyes and gently stroked her cheek, fighting every urge to grab her in the biggest hug you could ever manage.

                                            >Tomorrow you could. Right now you both needed to sleep.

                                            >You brushed the top of her head on more time before resting your hand back on the spot between her wings and the other closer to her rump, fingers just brushing over her cutie mark.

                                            >You closed your eyes... and dreamed.


                                            >A few hours later, now closer to 6am you were awoken by her stirring. The sun was just beginning to rise allowing you to make out her furrowed brow and gritted teeth. She would occasionally mumble something followed by a twitch or a flick of her ear.

                                            >Now she was having a bad dream.

                                            >This was far more common often happening several times a week and by this point you had a pretty good system for beating them.

                                            >You rolled over, pulling her so that she was facing you but still in your arms, her head was snuggled against the underside of your chin.

                                            >You gently brushed her back and pulled her close in a mix of arms and blankets making sure she was tucked in against you. Your other hand was across her ribs and curved up so that you were holding the back of her head.

                                            >Slowly, she calmed as she wriggled to get a bit more comfortable and fell back into a deep sleep, this time calm and safe.

                                            >That's what it was, that was the affect you had on her when she was having nightmares. You made her feel safe, reminded her as hard as she would deny it that you were there for her, protecting her.

                                            >It was like she said: She had your back and you had hers.

                                            >And you never wanted that to change.