[RDxAnon] Rainbro Oneshot [Thovar]


                                            >Day WHY IS THE SUN SO BRIGHT

                                            >You grunt, slowly opening your eyes.

                                            >You loved your little house, and all its quirks, but your window was faced at *just* the right angle to be woken up at practically the break of day.

                                            >You sigh, and set upon the task of waking up, briefly pondering on what day it was.

                                            >WUMP

                                            >...Looks like it's Monday.

                                            >You stand up, and throw the blanket that came off the bed with you back to where it belonged.

                                            >You walk over to the calendar, and note what day it is.

                                            >It appears that you were right, it IS Monday.

                                            >You shrug to yourself, and begin to walk down the stairs, formulating what you have to do today.

                                            >Mentally running through the day of events to do, you figure that the most important was work.

                                            >Being that you lived on a farm, you always had to wake up early, which may be an explanation for your window's position.

                                            >You remember when you used to work on Applejack's farm.

                                            >It was fun and all, and Granny Smith's cooking was to die for, but one can only take so many apples.

                                            >Breakfast? Apples.

                                            >Work? Kicking apple trees.

                                            >Lunch? More apples.

                                            >Work in town? Selling apples.

                                            >Dinner? Oh gee, I wonder what it could- more apples.

                                            >Still though, it was enjoyable, and it allowed you to save up enough bits for this house that you currently inhabit.

                                            >Just a small bit of land, with a nice rustic house.

                                            >There was a good amount of room for a garden, and the vegetables you didn't eat could easily be sold in town.

                                            >You miss meat, you really do.

                                            >But the ponies didn't really like that sort of thing, so beans would have to work.

                                            >You shrug, and realize that you've been standing and admiring your plot of land for a whole 10 minutes, just holding a cup of coffee.

                                            >...

                                            >You drain the cup of coffee, and wash it out briefly in the sink.

                                            >You walk outside, and grab your tools for garden upkeep.

                                            >Which, while not much, does the job perfectly.

                                            >You walk over to your decently sized garden, and don your gloves.

                                            >Right, first up.

                                            >Weeding.

                                            >You hate it because the invasive species are constantly moving in.

                                            >You can't recall a day where you didn't have to weed.

                                            >And with a sigh, you set about working on your garden.

                                            [Later]

                                            >You stand up, wiping your brow.

                                            >Your garden is almost fully...gardened?

                                            >You scratch your head, thinking about if that was an appropriate adjective, before looking at the sun.

                                            >Being that the ponies are technologically impaired, you had to run off of what position the sun is in.

                                            >You estimate that it's about eleven o'clock.

                                            >Just in time for...

                                            >You hear a slight gust of air go by you, knocking off your hat, and then the tell-tale clip-clop of hooves landing on the ground.

                                            >"'Sup, Anon?"

                                            >She never fails.

                                            >She always arrives at the same time, you've come to notice.

                                            "Nothing much, just taking care of my garden."

                                            >You say, as you pick up your hat, brushing the dirt off of it, then place it on your head.

                                            >You take the hoe that was laying nearby, and start attacking a root from one of the Everfree's trees.

                                            >They grow very fast, so you have to take them out quickly.

                                            >"So..are you alright after..her?"

                                            >You grunt, remembering the mare that you were recently dating.

                                            >Her name was Carrot Top.

                                            >Now, while you would've berated yourself on Earth for even THINKING about being in a relationship with a species that seemed like an animal to you, it quickly faded when you came to Equestria.

                                            >Realizing that there was almost no chance of you getting back to Earth, and also that the ponies were far from dumb animals, you decided to try a relationship.

                                            >And for a time, it went well.

                                            >You were happy with her, and she with you.

                                            >But, eventually, it came to an end.

                                            >You remember that she came up to you one day, saying something about 'the spark was gone', or something akin to that.

                                            >Sometimes, you wondered why it ended.

                                            >You feel a hoof tapping on your head.

                                            >"Uhh, Anon? You there?"

                                            >You shake yourself out of it.

                                            >No reason to get depressed.

                                            >You turn to the mare that had been trying to get your attention.

                                            >Her name is Rainbow Dash, your first, and best, friend in Equestria.

                                            >In fact, because you were such good friends, you became bros.

                                            >Rainbow Dash became your Rainbro.

                                            >You still chuckle at the pun sometimes.

                                            "Yeah, I'm alright Bluefast."

                                            >You chuckle as you see her pout angrily at you.

                                            >Being that she was Cyan colored, and had a penchant for high speeds, it was a eventuality that you would make that name up.

                                            >"I told you not to call me that."

                                            >You take a moment to throw the small bit of root away from your garden, and then turn to her.

                                            "Then stop doing that cute pout when I do."

                                            >She sputters for a second, and you swear you see a blush, but it quickly fades.

                                            >"Yeah, w-well..shut up... Peach-hands!"

                                            >You quirk an eyebrow.

                                            >You assume that it was her way of generalizing you by a couple of your qualities.

                                            >Very weak, considering she used to have such good jabs at you.

                                            >You shrug internally, and begin picking up your tools to put away in your shed.

                                            >While you're walking, you hear her trotting alongside you.

                                            >It's strange, she used to use her wings for everything she did, but when she was with you, she seemed to disregard them.

                                            >Not that you minded, she used to outpace you so much when she flew next to you.

                                            >"So, you wanna do something later today? I've got work off...and you really don't have work.."

                                            >You pause, opening the door to your toolshed.

                                            "Hmm..."

                                            >You begin to put up your tools, and mull over the proposition.

                                            >...Why not?

                                            >You haven't been into town in a while, might be nice if you went.

                                            "You know what? Why not."

                                            >She brightens almost visibly.

                                            >You motion for her to follow, and walk towards the back of your house.

                                            >"So... I was thinking that we could maybe go and get something to eat, and I could show you this place I found that nopony knows about and then maybe we could even-"

                                            >By this time, you've started to take off your shirt.

                                            >Being that it was summer, the dead heat had come into play, much to your chagrin.

                                            >After placing it next to your washboard, you turn to her, noting her sudden silence.

                                            >You note that her wings were extended, as if she was about to take flight.

                                            "Er..Rainbow, do you have to go somewhere? I don't wanna keep you if you do..."

                                            >She shakes her head, and cuts you off.

                                            >"NO! I mean, uh...No, I don't have to go anywhere!"

                                            >She then turns to her wings, and mutters almost inaudibly.

                                            >"...stupid wings, go down already."

                                            >You shrug, opening the backdoor of the house, and walking into it.

                                            "Well, I'm up for it, but where are we going?"

                                            >She shakes her head, and looks up to you.

                                            >"Well... I was thinking about going to this new restaurant that Pinkie told me about..."

                                            >You shiver internally.

                                            >That pink devil is why you moved out of town.

                                            >It wasn't that she was mean, or anything.

                                            >It was that she threw SO MANY PARTIES.

                                            >A man can only take so much...

                                            >"...and at the end of the night we could..."

                                            >She trails off, a blush lighting her face.

                                            >You realize that you didn't pay attention to her, and try to cover for it.

                                            "Alright then, bro. See ya then!"

                                            >She pauses, then responds, before turning away slowly.

                                            >"Yeah, heh. See you then....bro."

                                            >You can't help but note that she appears miffed, but you just chalk it up to you seeing things.

                                            >...Now you have to get ready.

                                            >And here you were thinking that you could just laze the day away.

                                            >Still, it isn't that bad.

                                            >You look yourself over for a second.

                                            >..Looks like you need to take a shower...

                                            >After taking a shower, then putting some clean clothes on, you feel ready to take on the world!

                                            >..Not really, but you are ready for a night on the town.

                                            >You rummage through some of your drawers, and find a bag of 50 bits.

                                            >Perfect.

                                            >You start to walk around the house, and decide to check the time.

                                            >Which entails you looking at the sun.

                                            >You look through one of your windows, and note that it's almost sunset.

                                            >Looks like Dash wants to stay out late tonight.

                                            >You hear knocking at the door.

                                            >Ah, looks like Dash is here.

                                            >You walk over, and open the door.

                                            >...

                                            >Well, that's new.

                                            >You see your bro, but unlike you've ever seen her before.

                                            >Her mane is all done up, and she has a nice dress on, that accents her form.

                                            >It accents it VERY well.

                                            >She notices your gazing over her form, and smiles demurely.

                                            >"Heh, nice to see you too, Anon."

                                            >You shake yourself out of it, and collect yourself.

                                            "You look nice too, Dash."

                                            >She smiles gently at your compliment.

                                            >"Th-Thanks."

                                            >You walk out of your house, locking the door, and place the key in your pocket, and start walking towards town.

                                            >The two of you walk in companionable silence for a while, before you decide to start talking.

                                            "So, what's with the dress?"

                                            >She shifts her wings for a moment, before turning her head to look at you.

                                            >"I thought that I would dress nice for a change..."

                                            >You shrug, seeing that she had a point.

                                            >She mumbles something out, far too quiet for you to hear.

                                            "..for you..."

                                            >You look over to her.

                                            "Uh..what did you just say Dash? I couldn't quite catch that."

                                            >She shakes her head.

                                            >"I... I was talking to myself. Don't worry about it."

                                            >You shrug, deciding not to press for info.

                                            >You two eventually reach the town, and she guides you towards the restaurant.

                                            >You stop in front of it, and your jaw was agape at it.

                                            "Wow Dash, I didn't think that you would want to go to THIS place."

                                            >You turn to your bro, who is smiling sheepishly.

                                            >"Y-Yeah, I've always wanted to go to this restaurant, but never had the time."

                                            >You feel that she's hiding something, but once again, decide not to press for information.

                                            "Well, I've always want to go here too."

                                            >She smiles once again.

                                            >You don't know what it is, but you really like that cute smile of hers.

                                            >...

                                            >Where did that come from?

                                            >"Well, let's go in, huh?"

                                            >You nod, and follow her to the front of the restaurant.

                                            >The two of you approach the waiterpony, and he looks the both of you over.

                                            >He speaks up in a very dry and bored sounding voice.

                                            "Welcome to The Golden Harvest. Do you have a reservation...Miss Dash?"

                                            >Your eyes widen a bit, and look towards Dash, who speaks up.

                                            >"Yes, we have a reservation for the window seat over there."

                                            >He nods, looks the list over, then motions for a waitress to lead you towards your seats.

                                            >She leads you to the table, and you sit down, Dash sitting opposite from your seat, and hoofs you two your menus.

                                            >"Just tell me when you two are ready to order."

                                            >Rainbow nods, and starts to look over her menu.

                                            >You pick up your own, and then start to peruse it.

                                            >...

                                            >Your eyebrows raise at the prices.

                                            >30 bits for a Sweetgrass Sandwich?

                                            >Jesus Christ, that's alot!

                                            >You look over to Rainbow, who's expression mirrors your own.

                                            >You turn to the waitresspony.

                                            "I'll...I'll have the Vegetarian stew."

                                            >Why they have to clarify that in the menu, you'll never know.

                                            >Dash clears her throat, and speaks up.

                                            >"I'll have....I'll have what he's having."

                                            >The mare nods, and finishes writing down on the notepad.

                                            >"Anything to drink?"

                                            >You go to the menu to look through it, but Dash beats you to the punch.

                                            >"We'll have the Canterlot Vintage, please."

                                            >The mare writes it down, and then trots off.

                                            >You look over the menu, and if you had been drinking something, it would've been all over the table.

                                            >You look towards Dash, and hush your voice.

                                            "Dash, that wine costs 70 bits! Don't you think that's a bit excessive?"

                                            >She shrugs, and smiles sheepishly.

                                            >"Yeah...but I figured that tonight could be a little special..."

                                            >You sigh.

                                            "You didn't have to spend that much..."

                                            >She reaches over a hoof, and places it on your hand.

                                            >"Listen, I wanted this to be nice. I don't mind spending some more bits than usual. I've got more than enough. Trust me."

                                            >You squeeze her hoof, and a small blush appears on her face as you do so.

                                            >You find yourself staring into her eyes.

                                            >You never really looked her in the eyes, but you don't know why you never did so before.

                                            >They're really beautiful...

                                            >The blush on her face intensifies, and it looks like she's leaning in for something.

                                            >You begin to match her movements...

                                            >Suddenly, waitress.

                                            >Both of you shoot back to your seats, and your face feels warm.

                                            >Dash, however, is glowing so bright the sun would be jealous.

                                            >The mare smiles, and places the dishes onto your table.

                                            >"Here's the food for the happy couple!"

                                            >She trots off, leaving you and Rainbow spluttering.

                                            >You recover first, and look to Rainbow.

                                            "Heh, I can't believe she thought we were a couple, huh bro?"

                                            >She shrinks a bit, but shrugs it off.

                                            >"Y-Yeah...Let's eat.."

                                            >You quirk an eyebrow, but decide not to ask her about it.

                                            >The meal passes, with the two of you trying and failing to make conversation.

                                            >Eventually, you two finish your respective meals, and wave for the bill.

                                            >Dash reaches for it, but your hands are quicker.

                                            >You stare at the bill for a second.

                                            >The reservation for this seat alone...

                                            >She snatches it out of your hand, and takes out the bits from her pouch.

                                            >You walk out of the restaurant with her, and note that it's night, with the moon beginning it's arc through the sky.

                                            >You smile then turn to Dash.

                                            "Thanks, Dash. I had fun tonight."

                                            >She matches your smile with her own, but looks away with a slight blush.

                                            >"N-no problem, Anon."

                                            >The two of you stand there, a gentle breeze flowing, causing Dash's dress to flutter in the wind.

                                            >You can't help but take in every detail of her.

                                            >Her mane, her dress, her eyes, even her wings seem perfect to you.

                                            >She catches your staring, and looks away, pawing at the ground nervously with a hoof.

                                            >You clear your throat, averting your gaze.

                                            "Well, this was fun, but I need to go home, and get some sleep."

                                            >"Yeah..I do too..."

                                            >You start to turn around.

                                            "I really enjoyed this. Maybe sometime else we can go out...as friends, I mean."

                                            >The small bit you tacked on caused her to cringe.

                                            "Well...see you tomorrow, bro."

                                            >She remains silent, as you finish turning around, walking towards your home.

                                            >...

                                            >"Wait."

                                            >You stop, then turn around to meet her.

                                            >She has used her wings to languidly glide over to you, and she drops to her hooves in front of you.

                                            >"I...I mentioned before that there was this place I found...could..could I show it to you? Please?"

                                            >She has this hopeful look on her face, one that you know if you say no to, it'll really hurt her.

                                            "...Sure, Dash."

                                            >You didn't really want to say goodbye to her anyway...

                                            >She takes your hand with a wing, and leads you towards the park, dropping it as you arrive.

                                            >You walk for some time in companionable silence, when all of a sudden, she veers off the path, and starts running through the trees.

                                            "Dash? Where are you going!"

                                            >You give chase, wondering why she's doing this.

                                            >You are slightly confused, because if she really wanted to run away, why wouldn't she use her wings?

                                            >But this thought is swept aside as you are too far involved in the chase to care.

                                            >Eventually, you lose track of her, going only by sound.

                                            >You think you see a clearing up ahead, and it proves to be true, as you burst out through the undergrowth.

                                            >You take a second to catch your breath, and notice Dash is sitting there.

                                            >Still panting, you prepare to berate Dash for doing that to you.

                                            "Dash, what the hell was that? Why did you just run off like-"

                                            >She places a hoof on your mouth, silencing you.

                                            >"Look..."

                                            >She waves her wing at the surrounding area.

                                            >You decide to drop what you were saying.

                                            >Mostly because your jaw has dropped at what she has shared with you.

                                            >You are currently standing before a lake, which surface is so clear and flat, it acts as if it were a large mirror.

                                            >You can see the reflection of the moon, which you now note as full, and the muted dots of light that are the stars surrounding it.

                                            >You drag your gaze towards Rainbow, and if your jaw had dropped earlier, by now it has fallen straight off.

                                            >The soft, white light of the moon traces her outline, accentuating her already brilliant features.

                                            >You forget to breathe, you are so caught up in basking in her beauty.

                                            >And they say Rarity is stunning...

                                            >She clears her throat, and you catch your breath, resulting in more panting.

                                            >She looks around at the area, before turning to you.

                                            >"Do....you like it?"

                                            >You smile gently.

                                            "Dash, this is the single most beautiful sight I've ever seen."

                                            >She smiles bashfully, and puffs out her chest in pride.

                                            >You aren't sure if you're talking about the lake or her.

                                            >But something is off about this.

                                            "Dash...why are you doing this?"

                                            >She cocks her head quizzically.

                                            >"What do you mean, Anon?"

                                            >You sigh, before starting to talk.

                                            "It just seems like you're hiding something from me. The restaurant having a reservation, it costing an astronomical amount, you blushing at every compliment I paid you..."

                                            >She looks around, unable to meet your gaze.

                                            "...it just seems like something's up. What's wrong Dash?"

                                            >She sighs.

                                            >"...Am I that easy to read?

                                            >You nod, confirming the fact.

                                            >She sighs again, before looking straight at you.

                                            >"I...I like you Anon, and not in the...not in the way we are now..."

                                            >You quirk an eyebrow, and open your mouth to speak, but she silences you with a hoof again.

                                            >"Please..Just listen to what I have to say first.."

                                            >She removes her hoof, and you stay silent.

                                            >She takes a deep breath to compose herself, then resumes talking.

                                            >"I used to like what we had. We were Anon and Dash, the two inseperable bros, you know? We pranked a lot of ponies, and no matter what, no matter how in-depth you got with one, you just got more imaginative. Whenever I asked you to watch me do some stunts and critique them, you never told me what I wanted to hear. Which was good, because I flew better, and better, and.."

                                            >She runs out of breath mid-sentence, and composes herself.

                                            >"You know how I constantly asked you to come and watch me do tricks?"

                                            >You think for a moment...

                                            >And can't remember a time where she wasn't asking you to come and watch her.

                                            >So you nod.

                                            >She takes a shakey breath, and continues on.

                                            >"Eventually, there came a point where I wondered why I was asking you to come and watch. I had pretty much ironed out every singular detail for my tricks, so I didn't need you to watch anymore. Then...I realized..I wanted you to watch me, and not for the tricks, either. I wanted you to be around, because..I liked having you around. I really did."

                                            >She paces around, trying to force the words to come out.

                                            "I thought long and hard on how I felt about you...and although I never really wanted to get into a relationship...I thought about one with you..And I couldn't stop thinking about it. All I could think about was how incredibly awesome you were, and..I was about to ask you out..but then.."

                                            >She kicks a rock nearby, not mentioning the mare's name.

                                            >Carrot Top.

                                            >The mare that you had been in a relationship for about 4 months.

                                            >It started off nice, but eventually the spark faded.

                                            >You parted on good terms, but it still stung from time to time.

                                            >It had been 2 weeks since then.

                                            >She gulps in a breath of air, and composes herself yet again.

                                            >"When you started dating her...I won't lie, I was jealous. I was angry at her...and at myself. I wished that she wouldn't have asked you out, and that I would've had the guts to actually act on my feelings."

                                            >You're shocked at her outburst, but are allowing her to finish.

                                            >"I wanted her to just...go away, and let me be with you. And when she left you, and you were hurt that bad by her, I...I felt bad for you, but I also felt...happy."

                                            >You look at her in surprise, but remain silent.

                                            >"I..I felt happy because I could finally be with you! But..I couldn't get the courage up...All I had to do was ask you if you wanted to be...you know, a couple...but I just couldn't get the words out! I just locked up, and couldn't speak..."

                                            >She gazes into the distance.

                                            >"But I said to myself that today would be different! That today I would tell Anon how I felt..."

                                            >She sighs, and deflates visibly.

                                            >"When I asked you if you wanted to do something today, I was trying to ask you if I could be your marefriend. I was screaming at myself to just say those few words...But I was scared. I didn't want you to say no..."

                                            >She looks away.

                                            >"So I tried to hide it, as if we were two friends just enjoying a meal together. But no matter what I did, I couldn't suppress the feelings I had. So I tried to do something, anything that would let you know how I felt...And I got so close...but then that dumb waitress showed up and ruined it..."

                                            >She gazes down at her hooves.

                                            >"I told myself today that I would tell you how I felt...And I almost didn't do that. I just barely caught myself as you were leaving. I couldn't just let you leave without knowing..."

                                            >You see a small drop of quicksilver fall from her face, but she wipes it away, and then looks at you again.

                                            >Her eyes are misty, you note.

                                            >She takes another shaky breath, and tries to force herself to speak.

                                            >"I know you only see me as a friend...but I just can't help but hope about us being more than bros..."

                                            >She sniffs, and looks away, wiping her eyes once more.

                                            >"So...if you don't want to be friends because of how awkward it is...I'd understand. I wouldn't wanna hurt you...bro."

                                            >Your mind is in a torrent of feelings.

                                            >You don't want to lose a friend...

                                            >But you don't think you're ready for another relationship...

                                            >Are you?

                                            >You search your feelings, and shock yourself with what you find.

                                            >You realize that one of the reasons you broke up with Carrot Top is because she was missing something.

                                            >She was a beautiful mare, no doubt about it.

                                            >But there was something that you just needed to feel.

                                            >She was your marefriend...but she wasn't your friend.

                                            >Dash is your friend.

                                            >She had many conflicting interests, and she didn't even share your sense of humor.

                                            >Dash likes what you like, and has practically a carbon copy of your humor.

                                            >She often gave up chances to be with you to further her own goals.

                                            >Dash would never abandon you for her own purposes.

                                            >You needed something from Carrot...

                                            >You needed her to be loyal.

                                            >You step back from your journey through your feelings, and notice that Dash's state has deteriorated even more.

                                            >She is sitting there, shoulders slumped, sobbing heavily.

                                            >It breaks your heart to know that you're breaking hers.

                                            >You know what you have to do.

                                            >You approach Dash, and her ears twitch and point in your direction.

                                            >"A-Anon, I thought you had-"

                                            >No words.

                                            >Only actions.

                                            >You tilt up her chin, and pull her into a deep kiss.

                                            >She pulls back briefly in shock, eyes opening wide.

                                            >You disregard that, and deepen it further.

                                            >Eventually, her eyes flutter closed, and she moves in to respond to the kiss, giving off little cute and happy sighs.

                                            >Eventually, you have to breathe, so you pull away from the kiss, slowly opening her eyes.

                                            >"A-Anon, I-"

                                            >You silence her with a finger on her lips.

                                            "What you just said there...I can't just let you be lonely like that. I just searched through my mind and my feelings...and I realized why I allowed Carrot to just leave."

                                            >You take a deep breath, noticing her eyes, full of hope.

                                            "I let her go...because she was missing...something. She..."

                                            >You gulp in some air, suddenly out of breath.

                                            "..She wasn't you."

                                            >She freezes, just staring at you.

                                            >You can't tell what she's feeling right now.

                                            >You hope you weren't too corny...

                                            >You tap her on her forehead.

                                            "Uhh...Dash?"

                                            >She remains frozen in place, just staring at you in shock.

                                            >And then she reacts.

                                            >You find yourself planted on your back, with a brand new facehugger attachted to you.

                                            >She makes all sorts of happy sounds while continuing to kiss you.

                                            >She breaks the kiss eventually, and looks expectantly at you, before speaking up.

                                            >"So....are we marefriend and coltfriend now?"

                                            >You chuckle.

                                            "Yeah, I would assume so."

                                            >She steps off of you, letting you stand up.

                                            >You stand up, and brush yourself off.

                                            >She flies behind you, and rests herself on your back.

                                            >You raise an eyebrow at this, but don't mind it.

                                            >In fact, you're grateful for the warmth she gives you.

                                            >You begin to walk back to your little house on its little plot of land.

                                            >...

                                            >"Anon, your house is that way."

                                            >...

                                            "...Fuck."

                                            >She giggles, and you redirect yourself towards your homestead.

                                            >Upon reaching it, you detach her from your back, and open the door.

                                            >You step in, and turn around.

                                            "Well Dash, tonight was...better than either of us could have expected. When do you wanna do this again?"

                                            >She smiles gently, and shrugs her wings.

                                            >"Whenever you feel like it."

                                            >You chuckle, and scratch the back of your neck.

                                            "Yeah, but next time, you don't have to spend a small fortune on me."

                                            >She smiles sheepishly, and rubs the back of her neck.

                                            >"I kind of overdid it, didn't I?"

                                            >You laugh, and then respond.

                                            "Yeah, I think you did."

                                            >She continues to smile, kicking a hoof on your doorstep.

                                            "Well, goodnight Dash, see you tomorrow."

                                            >You start to close the door...

                                            >...and she sticks a hoof in it, not letting it stop.

                                            >She looks up at you, before looking away.

                                            >"I...I was hoping that I could stay the night at your house tonight."

                                            >You tap your chin, acting as if you were deep in thought.

                                            >Really, you were wondering why she hadn't said it earlier.

                                            "Sure, Dash. C'mon in."

                                            >You open the door, and she trots in, with a large smile on her face.

                                            >You lead her to your room, and let her in the room.

                                            >She immidiately begins to take off the dress, and you decide that it would be wise for you to undress, also.

                                            >You start taking off your shirt and pants, and throwing them in the dirty pile.

                                            >You hear a *pomf* sound, and turn to see Dash staring at you with extended wings.

                                            >Wait...

                                            >Before, she wasn't ready to get going...

                                            >She was turned on.

                                            >You mull it over in your mind, and decide to just drop it, walking over to your bed.

                                            >She fidgets awkwardly, before nervously speaking up.

                                            >"W-What are we gonna do on the bed, Anon?"

                                            >You quirk an eyebrow, and calmly respond.

                                            "Sleep on it, of course."

                                            >She stares at you for a second, then realizes what you just said.

                                            >She then hops up on the bed under the covers, and wriggles up close to you.

                                            >She sighs happily, and rests her head on your shoulder.

                                            >She mumbles out before she falls asleep.

                                            >"...thanks, Anon."

                                            >You smile, and squeeze her slightly, drifting off in each others embrace.