(Rainbow Dash x Anon) Yandere Rainbow Dash 2


                                            >You're sitting up against the bed frame, sheets of cotton and polyester holding you down gently.

                                            >The bed is supremely comfortable, a gift from the Apple clan - something like their cousin someone-or-other's old bed. The sheets are red and green, the muted sort that goes well together, at least in your eyes.

                                            >On top is a big wool blanket almost like a quilt, red apple fashioned right in the center.

                                            >It's a beautiful day already, you can feel it.

                                            "Man...this...this is the life."

                                            >The blanket rustles again.

                                            >"You said it, brother."

                                            >You jolt up in surprise. The blanket coils around the base of your hips.

                                            >A mildly amused Rainbow Dash emerges from the covers, over and between your legs like some kind of reverse birth.

                                            >"Hey Anon. Yeesh you scare easy. Can I hang with you today?"

                                            >You sigh and put your head in your hands.

                                            "Rainbow Dash. Why the hell are you in my bed?"

                                            >She cocks her head to the side.

                                            >"Whaddya mean? We're dating now."

                                            >You rub your mouth with the palm of your hand.

                                            "Dash...I said I wanted to take this slow. I didn't even know you were coming over."

                                            >Rainbow Dash looks a bit concerned but still puts on a quiet smile.

                                            >"Yeah, that. I figured, maybe we could get the uncomfortable bits out of the way, ya know? And..."

                                            >Her eyes dart aside.

                                            >"...and maybe, we could...I mean...it might make it easier..."

                                            >Dash trails off a bit.

                                            >"...to get to...ya know..."

                                            >Even in her odd state, you'd be lying if you said that you weren't at least a little endeared by it.

                                            "Dash."

                                            >She perks up and looks right at you again.

                                            "When I said I wanted to take it slow, I meant it. I like you..."

                                            >Dash beams.

                                            "...which is why I don't want to rush this."

                                            >Her mouth comes together in a pout.

                                            >"But come ooooon! I know it's fine, you know it's fine - so what's the problem?"

                                            >Propelled by her wings, Dash drifts upwards and floats at eye-level.

                                            >"Look - Anon. You're a cool guy - I trust you. And if you're coming on too strong then I can let you know."

                                            >Her wings flap a bit slower.

                                            >"It's not...me, is it?"

                                            >She all of the sudden can't meet your eyes again.

                                            >How are you going to get out of this one?

                                            "Dash..."

                                            >She falters and floats gently to the seat of the bed.

                                            >You'll need quick thinking to solve this mishap. Unfortunately, you're not much one for quick thinking.

                                            "Rainbow...it's not you. It's...me."

                                            >You can't believe you just said that.

                                            >She doesn't react to this. Something, anything will do.

                                            >Rainbow Dash is still not looking at you.

                                            >"...Right. That means it's double-me."

                                            >You're already trying to stumble your way into a retort but she holds her hoof up and beats you to it.

                                            >"No no. I get it. I can take it slower. The sneaking-in-your-bed thing was kinda weird."

                                            >You laugh and put your hand on the base of your neck. It's freezing.

                                            "Maybe a little."

                                            >Dash laughs back and the cold in the room seems to dissipate, if only slightly.

                                            >This is only, of course, to be overtaken by awkward silence.

                                            "So, uh...I gotta go to work."

                                            >Dash smiles in the same manner she did yesterday - the kind that made your heart melt.

                                            >"Okay! I'll walk with you."

                                            >You smirk and slide out of bed in a mangled half-pirouette.

                                            "I must be something special if I have Rainbow Dash walking for me."

                                            >She laughs and hops to the floor, hoofing your leg with a mean (if soft) right hook.

                                            >"Shuddup you dork! You know what I mean. Fly, walk, whatever!"

                                            >Your smirk pushes at the corners of your mouth until it can safely be called a smile.

                                            >Hand ruffling the mane of a slightly flustered Rainbow Dash, you make your way towards the door to prepare for work.