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Dash’s Wingmate by >>39126944

By AnonymousDashfag
Created: 2022-10-04 14:22:55
Updated: 2023-01-05 16:52:19
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    Part 1: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/39085111/#39126944
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    Part 2: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/39144777/#39153402
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    Part 3: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/39144777/#39170835
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    Part 4: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/39217666/#39250894
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    Part 5: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/39217666/#39266286
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    Part 6: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/39217666/#39271315
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    Part 7: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/39309888/#39386153
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    Part 8: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/39309888/#39388076
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    Part 9: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/39394666/#39398726
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    Part 10: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/39394666/#39411170
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    Part 11: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/39394666/#39453508
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    Part 12: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/39457666/#39482118
  13. 13.
     
  14. 14.
    >another slow slip of my cider, another sigh escaping my lips
  15. 15.
    >thick smoke filled the bar, the quite talking broken by hard laughter time to time
  16. 16.
    >sometimes a crash
  17. 17.
    >looking over to my right, I can see Rainbow Dash down another cider as her hoof wrestling opponent picked himself up off the ground
  18. 18.
    >poor table, just doing its job
  19. 19.
    >the bartender didn't seem to notice, or more so, care
  20. 20.
    >soldiers on leave get a pass for most things it seems and Ponyville is use to hosting those on break from the front
  21. 21.
    >another sip, another bit
  22. 22.
    "Thanks Cake. How much for the table?"
  23. 23.
    >the mare looked over after pouring me another, tired eyes looking at the mess
  24. 24.
    >"Clean it up."
  25. 25.
    >I gave a nod, taking my cider with me over to Dash, finally done with her side show
  26. 26.
    >the non broken table next to her was stacked with empty mugs, I'd say about 6
  27. 27.
    >I know she has had more then that, how she has her thousand yard stare on, slightly swaying
  28. 28.
    "Hey, Dash. Gonna clean this up then we have to get back for the night."
  29. 29.
    >she scoffs, swinging around to look at me, her face blushed from her intoxication
  30. 30.
    >"No."
  31. 31.
    >I give it a few seconds
  32. 32.
    >just two more..
  33. 33.
    >her defiant eyes slowly drop once, then slam down again
  34. 34.
    >her slight sway ends as she pitches over to one side, letting gravity do its thing
  35. 35.
    >my arm was already ready as I was sipping at my cider, keeping her from crashing to the floor
  36. 36.
    >putting my own drink down, I set dash off to the side of the table, clearing a small spot for her to lay on while I cleaned up the broken table
  37. 37.
    >finishing my drink, I picked up Rainbow and let her hang over my back and shoulders, drool seeping into my shirt, making my way out of Sugarcube Corner and to our bed posting
  38. 38.
    "Every leave, eh Dash?"
  39. 39.
    >slight snoring, more drool
  40. 40.
    >of course
  41. 41.
    >only a few minutes before I can get some sleep, get ready for her hangover in the morning
  42. 42.
    >I smile
  43. 43.
    >whats a wingmate to do anyway
  44. 44.
     
  45. 45.
    >I sat up, eyes wide, sweating
  46. 46.
    >my breathing was hard, my chest was pounding
  47. 47.
    >slowly I calmed down, my eyes adjusting to the dark
  48. 48.
    >it was my fault
  49. 49.
    >it was my bucking fault
  50. 50.
    >when I was so cocky, full of ego, so much better then anypony else...
  51. 51.
    >I bite back a sob, shaking instead
  52. 52.
    >I remember how much he liked me
  53. 53.
    >how hard to fought to catch up, to show he was worthy
  54. 54.
    >I didn't know he would go so far...
  55. 55.
    >never again, I had told myself
  56. 56.
    >I would never let myself get so close, to allow anypony in again
  57. 57.
    >my eyes drift, falling onto the bed near by
  58. 58.
    >my wingmate, the strange alien who saved me
  59. 59.
    >at the time, I was ready for my end, I was tired of my guilt
  60. 60.
    >instead, this strange human showed up in my life, in my war, saving me
  61. 61.
    >always watching my back
  62. 62.
    >I don't know how long I stared at him, my thoughts speeding faster then I could every fly
  63. 63.
    >I don't know when I let my guard down around him
  64. 64.
    >how he seem to somehow get so close
  65. 65.
    >looking over to my side table, a glass of water, off in the corner my wing
  66. 66.
    >I down the water, making my way out of my bed, slowly over to his
  67. 67.
    >my breathing is hard again, my heart is racing
  68. 68.
    >never again I told myself
  69. 69.
    >"I have to tell you later about him, Anon... Just not now."
  70. 70.
    >I climbed into his bed, gently finding part of the bed not covered by him
  71. 71.
    >I snugged myself as close as I could, my one wing laying over him
  72. 72.
    >I began to drift back to sleep, feeling as sure about this choice as anything else
  73. 73.
    >my final thought before I passed out again, something said after we had talked about if the war would ever end
  74. 74.
    >"As far as I see it, it's never going to end. At least not in this life time."
  75. 75.
    "Don't ever say Never, dude. Sometimes, shit just happens."
  76. 76.
    >I smile, remembering his goofy grin as he said it
  77. 77.
     
  78. 78.
    >my eyes open once, quickly closing once again, then half squint open
  79. 79.
    >as the world began to assemble itself, I seem to notice few things
  80. 80.
    >I am very warm, as if I have two blankets and a mix of sweat and stale cider
  81. 81.
    >more so then I normally would smell after a night out
  82. 82.
    >I tilt my head over to my left, my face greeted with a colorful, messy mane
  83. 83.
    >I can see her wing draped over me
  84. 84.
    >I'm at a loss here
  85. 85.
    >I know I put her in her bed...
  86. 86.
    >I tried to wiggle loose, but unable to get her to move
  87. 87.
    >the grip of her legs around what parts of me she could remained strong, her wing still draped over me
  88. 88.
    >this was new
  89. 89.
    >this is new
  90. 90.
    >I don't know if I should panic and wake her up, or just wait for her to get up first
  91. 91.
    >thinking about it some more, it would be safer to just let her wake up
  92. 92.
    >my free hand began to drift, making its way to her wing
  93. 93.
    >I never really felt her wing before, carrying her around at times aside
  94. 94.
    >any interaction has always been with her metal wing
  95. 95.
    >I kept my hand over her wing, my fingers twitching to feel them
  96. 96.
    >"I won't mind..."
  97. 97.
    >my blood runs cold for a moment, my head looking over
  98. 98.
    >shes peaking up at me, one eye looking at me
  99. 99.
    >she doesn't say anything else, tucking her head back into me, her wing giving a flutter
  100. 100.
    >I began to stroke her wing as softly as I could, brushing my fingers along her feathers
  101. 101.
    >I feel and hear a deep sigh escape her lips as she tucked herself closer to me
  102. 102.
    >It must have been an hour or so of petting her wing, neck, almost everywhere
  103. 103.
    >this bonding moment was more then just two wingmates, or at least its how I felt
  104. 104.
    >this was much more, it was something that just seemed right
  105. 105.
    >its our last day of R&R, the thought of this moment having to end striking me
  106. 106.
    >I turn from my back onto my side, facing Rainbow Dash as she grunts awake slightly
  107. 107.
    >I hold her close, bodies getting entangled to make sure neither could escape, legs and arms wrapped
  108. 108.
    >we drift back to sleep, a few more hours until the sun rises
  109. 109.
     
  110. 110.
    >I put down my binoculars, confusion presented on my face
  111. 111.
    >for the last few days, our lovely neighbors across no-pones land have yet to pop their heads up
  112. 112.
    >after a few days of rushed action, their camps now seem deserted with no sign of any of them
  113. 113.
    >my patrol rotation has me away from the major fighting, but even the fringes had something going on
  114. 114.
    >I look up, seeing Dash make her way down to me from her vantage point
  115. 115.
    >landing softly, she only gave me a shrug
  116. 116.
    "Yeah, same here. Just alot of nothing going on."
  117. 117.
    >her soft stone face gave me a slight nod, her ears twitching slightly as she turned her head back to our camp
  118. 118.
    >at first I thought she was saying 'lets head back'
  119. 119.
    >instead she looked up, my eyes following
  120. 120.
    >a mare with golden like eyes, light grey and blond mane and tail was coming down for a landing
  121. 121.
    >as she got closer, I could see her eyes seemed... off
  122. 122.
    >plowing into me as Dash side stepped the mare, I braced myself for the ground landing
  123. 123.
    >breathing heavy, she was quickly up again, her entire being seemed to be bursting with excitement
  124. 124.
    >"Oh! I'm sorry!"
  125. 125.
    >I could see Dash giving her a smirk, laughing at my expense
  126. 126.
    >this mare seemed to be wearing the Postal uniform, one of the most dangerous jobs to have in this damn war
  127. 127.
    >Dash gave her a salute, I as well when I picked myself up
  128. 128.
    >her smile was very beaming, almost infectious really
  129. 129.
    >"Whats the news, Hooves." Dash asked calmly, her smirk gone and back to her neutral self
  130. 130.
    >without another word, the beaming mare hoofed over a letter to Dash, saluting before taking off into the sky again, making her way over to the next patrol
  131. 131.
    >today is just a day of confusion
  132. 132.
    "So, what dose it say? New orders, are we going back to the front? More R&R?"
  133. 133.
    >no answer, her eyes focused on the paper
  134. 134.
    >she was shaking
  135. 135.
    >ok what the hell
  136. 136.
    "Dash? Whats up?"
  137. 137.
    >I kneel down, about to put my hand on her to get her attention
  138. 138.
    >like a spring trap, she was on me, driving me onto my back, her lips on mine
  139. 139.
    >Dash is a fan of Shock and Awe tactics, but what just happen here?!
  140. 140.
    >she pulls back, her eyes watering, no smirk, no stone cold face
  141. 141.
    >joy, bliss. A smile that is forever burned into my brain
  142. 142.
    "D-dash?"
  143. 143.
    >she lowers herself onto me, her mouth near my ear, a chocked whisper escaping her lips
  144. 144.
    >"It's over... Celestia made a break through, and it just kept going... She slew King Sombra. It's over."
  145. 145.
    >I feel nothing at first, everything blank
  146. 146.
    >I'm shaking myself now, I can feel my eyes burning
  147. 147.
    >I cry, I can't help it
  148. 148.
    >I feel her press herself close to me, a feather brushing against my cheek
  149. 149.
    >I push myself up, holding onto her in a hug, both of us refusing to move
  150. 150.
    >the back of my mind tells me to wait on this feeling, wait until we are clearly home
  151. 151.
    >the moment of bliss is not gone, but my mind is running wild as well
  152. 152.
    >where is home anyway...
  153. 153.
     
  154. 154.
    >half a year later, and I still find myself in a melancholy
  155. 155.
    >despite being an alien when I arrived, I earned myself citizenship and a home
  156. 156.
    >time was given into seeing if I could be sent home, but it seems that isn't really going to happen
  157. 157.
    >my gut turned cold when I thought about leaving, how that thought seems too taboo
  158. 158.
    >I insisted that there was no need, but one dosent really say no to a Princess God horse, really
  159. 159.
    >Dash is a military mare, even after the war ended she's busy, always loyal to her duty
  160. 160.
    >I didn't think I'd be missing her like this
  161. 161.
    >I didn't think the thought of going back home would make me so sick
  162. 162.
    >my thoughts begin to focus on dinner as I walk through Ponyvile, once the home to soldiers on leave and home of the staple applesauce ration can
  163. 163.
    >I found myself working for Applejack, with the war over she has been deconstructing the machines that, as she put it;
  164. 164.
    >"Turned mah'Dang farm into a cold box."
  165. 165.
    >I assume it's due to having to work inside those factories instead of being outdoors
  166. 166.
    >I chuckle slightly, her rants about how to properly farm apples playing back in my head
  167. 167.
    >I go to open my door, but notice it's cracked open a little
  168. 168.
    >my heart races, my body slipping back into a familiar position
  169. 169.
    >I open the door, body ready to spring into action
  170. 170.
    >Instead, I'm paralyzed
  171. 171.
    >I'm focusing on the blue mare with a rainbow mane and tail napping on my couch
  172. 172.
    >her hair was longer then I last remember, her metal wing reflecting a sky blue tint
  173. 173.
    >her head pops up, groggy eyes looking around before focusing on me
  174. 174.
    >her smile brings me to near tears of joy, my body still paralyzed and unable to rush to her
  175. 175.
    >Instead she gets up, stretches and makes her way over to me
  176. 176.
    >she lifts herself up on her hind legs, her front hooves on my chest and he wings dropped around my back
  177. 177.
    >"Welcome home, Anon. Guess who's done serving?"
  178. 178.
    >I was hugging her, lifting her up to bring her close
  179. 179.
    >I forgot how long I was in my doorway hugging Rainbow Dash, but time has always been a silly and strange thing
  180. 180.
     
  181. 181.
    >I sat up like a spring, my eyes trying desperately adjust to the dark, my heart racing
  182. 182.
    >I groggily look at the empty spot next to me in the bed
  183. 183.
    >I swear I heard something, a sound that drove a cold knife into my gut
  184. 184.
    >I stay up right, my heart going back to a calm beat
  185. 185.
    >I hear the sound again, a mix of a whimper, sniffle and groan
  186. 186.
    >I swing myself out of bed, half walking half stumbling to the door, the sound growing louder
  187. 187.
    >making my way out to the living room, the sound is now constant, coming from a form on the couch
  188. 188.
    >as my eyes began to adjust as I made my way over to the couch, the sky blue, multi color pony I've grown to love had her hoofs covering her face
  189. 189.
    >the small squeaks of sound coming from her
  190. 190.
    >she's been home for a week now, her attitude one I've always known with a sprinkle of softening
  191. 191.
    >seeing her cry was something new to me
  192. 192.
    >I made my way to the couch, taking a seat next to her, her whimpering cutting off as her body became stiff
  193. 193.
    >I don't know what's up, what may of happened but I did the only thing I could
  194. 194.
    >I put my arms around her, drawing her close
  195. 195.
    >I felt her shiver, the shivering becoming a rumble before she wrapped her hooves around me
  196. 196.
    >silent sobbing now, something more painful then any battle wound I've received
  197. 197.
    >I may not be the brightest around but even I can connect the dots
  198. 198.
    >I held her tight, one arm running up and down her neck, trying to sooth my wingmate, trying to ease some of her pain
  199. 199.
    >the war is over but I can't imagine what she has gone through, given I barley fought myself all things considered
  200. 200.
    >overtime, we laid down on the couch, her sounds becoming more docile, until she was lightly snoring
  201. 201.
    >I didn't sleep again that night, all I could think and do was hold her close and be there when she needed me
  202. 202.
    >I stroked her mane, staring at my ceiling as I began to think of the future
  203. 203.
    >no matter what I thought, one thing was clear to me
  204. 204.
    >come hell or the end times, I'd never stop fighting for her, with her
  205. 205.
    >I can see the sun rising now, the small glints of light shining on her
  206. 206.
    >she helped me in ways I don't think she will understand yet
  207. 207.
    >the best I can do is just be here for her, to continue being her wingmate
  208. 208.
    >she will talk to me about her post-war issues when she fits
  209. 209.
    >until then, I'll be her rock on the storm she's in
  210. 210.
    >what else can a wingmate do?
  211. 211.
     
  212. 212.
    >soft, smooth fur ran across my chest, my hands sinking into a chest of the same material, fluffy, warm
  213. 213.
    >light pressure caressing my sides and up to my neck
  214. 214.
    >I can feel her warm breath on my cheek, the soft touch of her muzzle kneading into me
  215. 215.
    >my other hand ran across her back, from her wing base to her wing base stump, kneading away tension, the scar tissue receiving much wanted attention
  216. 216.
    >my hand leaves the comfort of the chest, running it's way up her neck, then down again, both hands working on her back and wings
  217. 217.
    >she lowers herself, placing her head into the crevice of my neck, laying on top of me now, her hooves still moving long my sides and up to my neck
  218. 218.
    >I continue my methodical massaging until I feel her wing fold back down, her body twisting to the side off me, hooves still holding me
  219. 219.
    >I roll over as well, my legs and arms wrapping around her as she's done to me
  220. 220.
    >I'll never get tired looking into her eyes, the pure emotions shining bright replacing the thousand yard stare glare she had always worn
  221. 221.
    >two years of healing, of loving, have let her shine, to be happy, hopeful
  222. 222.
    >to be wanted and loved
  223. 223.
    >we finally made it official tonight, neither of us knowing the other had the same idea
  224. 224.
    >she had gone all out, asking a local fashion designer, ex-stitcher who helped create our uniforms
  225. 225.
    >Rarity had to custom make mine after all so of course I was a good customer after the war
  226. 226.
    >Dash had shown up to the park, an area finally blossoming with nature again, me with my wing clip, ready to ask her the question
  227. 227.
    >her looking so... Perfect, no make up, no fancy hair style, but obviously alot of grooming went into her wing, coat and mane
  228. 228.
    >exchanging her feather and my clip, neither of us even had to ask the question
  229. 229.
    >my face rubs into her chest, the warmth and smell something I never wish to go without again
  230. 230.
    >the comfort of a Wingmate, tied together, pure loyalty
  231. 231.
    >I pull back, now face to face with her
  232. 232.
    "I love you."
  233. 233.
    >Sappy can't describe how I'm feeling
  234. 234.
    >"Ya? Well, I love you by about, 20% more."
  235. 235.
    >she grins at me, a challenge placed
  236. 236.
    >I pull her close, kissing my response
  237. 237.
    >she kissed right back, both of us not backing down for a few minutes
  238. 238.
    >finally we both slowly draw back, each of us grinning like young fools
  239. 239.
    >"Eh... Let's call that one a draw."
  240. 240.
    "How about best two out of three?"
  241. 241.
    >challenge, of course, was accepted
  242. 242.
     
  243. 243.
    >it amazes me how often I'm surprised here
  244. 244.
    >another sip from my coffee, I watch on as two ponies went from snowball fights to building snowpones
  245. 245.
    >a orange filly with a purple mane was giggling while running off, a snowball clearly hitting it's mark
  246. 246.
    >Rainbow Dash was close behind, one wing extended showing her excitement, her joy
  247. 247.
    >she doesn't like to wear her metal wing during winter, not surprisingly
  248. 248.
    >she stopped, scooped some snow with her hooves before tossing it to her wing, then throwing it at Scootaloo
  249. 249.
    >she looked back in time before impact, the snowball causing her to tumble, Dash standing over her
  250. 250.
    >I couldn't help by smile as they both erupted into laughter, my focus of course on Dash
  251. 251.
    >ever since she and Scoots stumbled across one another, I've noticed how much shes began to smile, laugh, breaking her relaxed stone face
  252. 252.
    >it had been a slow healing after the war, and this little filly managed to open her up then I've been able to do in years
  253. 253.
    >like a missing piece to a puzzle
  254. 254.
    >I smile wider as they both approach, the cold finally becoming a bother more then fun
  255. 255.
    >"Hey, Anon. Mind getting some hot cocoa going for Squirt here?"
  256. 256.
    >Scoots eyes widen in excitement, before stammering out
  257. 257.
    >"T-thats ok! I do-"
  258. 258.
    >I cut her off with a quick wave of my hand, already having some on the stovetop ready to go
  259. 259.
    "Scoots, you should know by now. My hospitality would not allow me to not offer."
  260. 260.
    >I take a step off to the side as she rushes in, something I'm more then use to
  261. 261.
    >"Heheh... She reminds me of myself when I was little. Like she can take on the world."
  262. 262.
    >Dash looks up at me, her soft smile warning the air around us
  263. 263.
    >"You made extra cocoa, right?"
  264. 264.
    >I sip my coffee and give a small nod, her smile widening as she goes in herself to pour her and Scoots a nice hot drink
  265. 265.
    >I already set up a guest bed for the little filly, knowing she wouldn't make it back 'home' before the sun fell
  266. 266.
    >I look again at the assortment of snowpones in our yard, the splatter of exploded snow on trees
  267. 267.
    >I look back inside, Dash and Scoot setting up by the fireplace
  268. 268.
    >Closing the door, I wonder if tonight is the night to ask Dash...
  269. 269.
     
  270. 270.
    >Dash was stretched across my lap, one arm propping herself up as she sipped at her cider
  271. 271.
    >Scoots passed out a few hours ago, nearly the moment she finished her cocoa really
  272. 272.
    >after I put her to bed, Dash had thrown some of the hard cider onto the stovetop
  273. 273.
    >as happy as I am to have some work, I think Dash likes my job alot more due to the perks
  274. 274.
    >I must have loss track of time within my thoughts, Dash giving me a smirk as I keep staring at her, goofy smile unchanging
  275. 275.
    >"See somthen ya like?" her own smile turning into a challenging grin
  276. 276.
    >I laugh, my thoughts snapping back to me
  277. 277.
    >I sip my own cider, hoping I wasn't about to make a mistake
  278. 278.
    "Well... You could say that."
  279. 279.
    >I pretend to sip more of my drink, but my eyes where locked with hers
  280. 280.
    >scrunched nose, squinted eyes
  281. 281.
    >I take a real drink now, not stopping until my cider is gone
  282. 282.
    >Dash on the other hand, set hers down
  283. 283.
    >I set my empty mug off to the side, the fire having my attention
  284. 284.
    >I finally look at her again, her war face on full display, calm, cool, hard like stone
  285. 285.
    "So uh... Scootaloo... What a filly, huh?"
  286. 286.
    >nothing but her stare, waiting to hear what I have to say
  287. 287.
    >I wish I had more cider...
  288. 288.
     
  289. 289.
    >new mug of cider and more comfortable on the couch, I take another drink
  290. 290.
    >Dash is still waiting on what I have to say, or more so, ask
  291. 291.
    "So... I was thinking."
  292. 292.
    >she smirks before returning to her war face
  293. 293.
    "Ya, ya... Anyway. Remember when we went to that smart horse mare? Purple, horn, has a book fetish?"
  294. 294.
    >her face drops, a small nod
  295. 295.
    >still a sore memory it seems, giving me hope that I'm not overstepping
  296. 296.
    >Dash had to help me through that drunken week after, Apple Boss AJ cutting me off from my seemingly unlimited free tap
  297. 297.
    "Scoots really adores you, ya know?"
  298. 298.
    >she tilts her head at me, eyebrow raising up in question
  299. 299.
    >"Well, duh. She's like a little sister to me.same way I'm a big sister to her."
  300. 300.
    >I nod and sip
  301. 301.
    "I mean, she really looks up to you."
  302. 302.
    >same stare, just silence
  303. 303.
    "I was thinking... She doesn't have a family to look up to, just seems it's us."
  304. 304.
    >I don't even have to look over to feel her eyes digging into the side of my head
  305. 305.
    "She has fun hanging out with Apple Bloom and Sweetie Bell when she follows me around."
  306. 306.
    >"Anon."
  307. 307.
    >I don't answer her, instead getting up and going to a small pile of papers
  308. 308.
    >"...Anon?"
  309. 309.
    >I find what I'm looking for, bringing a few papers stapled together over
  310. 310.
    >I set them down near her, her eyes looking down to them, then back to me
  311. 311.
    >"Uhh... And this is..?"
  312. 312.
    >I softly smile, having to look away from her
  313. 313.
    "I think you'd make Aan awesome mom. She is a lot like you. She's got a good head on her. She's here alot, and we-"
  314. 314.
    >a wing covers my mouth, before turning my head to face Dash
  315. 315.
    >"Anon."
  316. 316.
    >I swallow, her face of stone becoming a soft, big grin
  317. 317.
    >she simply points to the paperwork, flipped to the final page
  318. 318.
    >the adoption forum already has one signature on it, not my own
  319. 319.
    >I keep staring at the paper, the dread of this question melting away
  320. 320.
    >I feel her lean against me, her snout pushing under my chin
  321. 321.
    >"Did you really think I didn't know what you where planning?"
  322. 322.
    >I wrap my own arms around her, half turned for an awkward hug, squeezing tight as I fight off joyful tears
  323. 323.
    >It's not official yet, still have to return the paperwork and wait
  324. 324.
    >It wouldn't be a long wait, given a war hero wanting to adopt and myself jumping through all their hoops
  325. 325.
    >I don't think I'll ever get over being surprised around here
  326. 326.
    >I can't wait to reveal this surprise to Scoots
  327. 327.
     
  328. 328.
    >my hands work their way across Dash's hips, her hooves wrapped around my neck
  329. 329.
    >only the light sound of heavy breathing, escaped moans as my hands move across her, the wind outside howling time to time
  330. 330.
    >Dash and I have always enjoyed winter, just a reason to stay in when possible, reminder of moments when that's all we had to keep ourselves going
  331. 331.
    >a light tapping at the door, the entire moment freezing in time
  332. 332.
    >Dash's hooves quickly let me go, allowing me to flip over to the side of the bead as our bedroom door opens a crack
  333. 333.
    >Scootaloo peeked her head in, slightly shaking
  334. 334.
    >"I-I had a nightma-"
  335. 335.
    >another shriek of the wind from outside, the kind that seems to shake the place, caused Scoots to bolt onto the bed, tonight's slow paced fun becoming a bigger blessing given my boxers remained on
  336. 336.
    >she was shaking, tucked in between Dash and I
  337. 337.
    >she didn't miss a best, her wing quickly covering Scoots and tucking her close
  338. 338.
    >her head under her wing, I could make out quite muffles, Dash making her voice as soft and gentle as possible
  339. 339.
    >only a few minutes later, the orange bolt was asleep again, face pushed into Rainbow's chest
  340. 340.
    >I don't think she will ever admit it, but I'm sure I saw her eyes water up when she smiled at me
  341. 341.
     
  342. 342.
    >despite my trust in Rainbow Dash's ability, her fitness and wisdom, I still can't help but feel a cold gut when she tries out a new move
  343. 343.
    >today was no exception, only ending in a crash to drive the knife into that cold gut feeling
  344. 344.
    >Fluttershy was quick to act, all of this being second nature to her
  345. 345.
    >I was no slouch on my own reaction but hiding my worry wasn't second nature to me
  346. 346.
    >Fluttershy was nearly done, a grunting Dash wearing a face of embarrassment over one of pain, allowing me to unclench my gut
  347. 347.
    >on her seventh loop she loss control, making a dip into the edge of everfree forest
  348. 348.
    >she tried to slow down and regain control, but clipped a branch and went spiraling to the ground instead
  349. 349.
    >"Heh... Didn't mess up my wings."
  350. 350.
    >Fluttershy rolls her eyes with a smile as Dash flexes her wings, giving them a small flap before she stands and flaps them again
  351. 351.
    >"Can't say much about the face though. Ow..."
  352. 352.
    >my hand feels something cold placed into it, followed by a quick bump to my hip forcing me forward
  353. 353.
    >looking back I see Fluttershy going back to her cabin, her service apparently no longer needed
  354. 354.
    >I sit down next to Dash, placing the ice pack over her bandaged head
  355. 355.
    >she flinched slightly but sighed in relief
  356. 356.
    >"Thanks dude. That was really embarrassing... I pulled it off just fine yesterday."
  357. 357.
    >another sigh, one of defeat this time
  358. 358.
    "I don't doubt it. In a few more tries I'm sure you'll nail it. How many moves have you made again? Was it some or alot?"
  359. 359.
    >she gives a snicker, taking a seat next to me before laying across my lap, ice pack in tow
  360. 360.
    >"Alot. I might even name one after you one day."
  361. 361.
    >she spoke with a confidence and mater of fact tone, one indicating it really wasn't a might
  362. 362.
    >idle chatter as the sun set, the protest of being carried on my back, the soft snoring when I put her on my bed
  363. 363.
    >despite being able to fly home, she decided I could take care of her during her recovery
  364. 364.
    >as if her crashing at my place wasn't common enough
  365. 365.
    >I wasn't very tired myself so instead I watched the night sky, each night usually being full of new stars, color placements and patterns
  366. 366.
    >still doesn't hold a feather to watching Dash fly, but at least it's not as gut wrenching
  367. 367.
     
  368. 368.
    >an orange and purple body laid sprawled across the living room floor, the filly having crashed there after her sugar binge the night before
  369. 369.
    >empty cans of soda, candy wrappers and boxes of pastries littered the floor and tables
  370. 370.
    >Rainbow Dash had gone to bed an hour or so after the new year began, once Scootaloo had passed out
  371. 371.
    >"She really ate the whole cake..." Dash had muttered as she went to bed
  372. 372.
    >I haven't slept yet, enjoying the night and the now slowly rising sun
  373. 373.
    >it seems I'm not alone
  374. 374.
    >a pegasus with a mailbag slowly made her way to my door, coming to a halt before me, eyes crossed and blond mane held back by a cap
  375. 375.
    >"Hiya Anon! I brought you a letter!"
  376. 376.
    "I thought the post office was closed today, Muffins."
  377. 377.
    >Derpy fished out an envelope and held it out for me to take, her bubbly voice answering
  378. 378.
    >"Oh, it is, but I still run my own courier service on the side."
  379. 379.
    >with that she waved with a smile and took off, looking at her list for her next stop
  380. 380.
    >I decided to go back inside and see what was sent while I warm up again, sitting at the edge of our bed as Dash lightly snored
  381. 381.
    >I recognized the name on the letter, my smile creeping wider
  382. 382.
    >Instead of opening it, I placed it on my end table, then laid down along side Rainbow
  383. 383.
    >I began rubbing her chest to slowly wake her up, finding this method the safest
  384. 384.
    >her light snoring turned into grumbling grunts, my hand moving up to her neck in return
  385. 385.
    >"WhyamIawake.."
  386. 386.
    >she began to stretch, eyes still refusing to open
  387. 387.
    "We got a letter."
  388. 388.
    >"You woke me up for a letter?" her ear twitching in annoyance
  389. 389.
    "It's from Fluttershy."
  390. 390.
    >she was up on her hooves, sleepy eyes opening as wide as they could
  391. 391.
    >I simply rolled over to the other side of the bed and grabbed the letter, showing it to her
  392. 392.
     
  393. 393.
    >"She said it would be, like, another month or something!"
  394. 394.
    >her wing was extended, giving small flaps every so often
  395. 395.
    >after the war, Fluttershy went from a medic mare to opening an animal and orphanage sanctuary
  396. 396.
    >you would think mixing the two would be a terrible idea, but I guess that's just my own old world view or something
  397. 397.
    >it was by chance Dash ran into Scootaloo, discovering her friend was in charge of Scoots
  398. 398.
    "She can tame a bear. I'm not to surprised she made a bureaucrat speed up the process." I offer with a shrug. "She has pretty much lived with us for a year now anyway."
  399. 399.
    >she took a seat next to me as I opened the letter and began reading
  400. 400.
    >first the well wishes and congratulations from Flutters, then the informing us that the official copies of our paperwork still have to arrive
  401. 401.
    >although the system officially recognizes the adoption
  402. 402.
    >"Should we wake Squirt?"
  403. 403.
    "After last night? Best to let her sleep."
  404. 404.
    >Dash quickly hoped off the bed and made her way over to her wing, glancing over at me with a giddy smile, dancing on her hoof tips
  405. 405.
    >"Mind helping me get this on? I really gotta take a flight."
  406. 406.
    >my own smile was starting to hurt, but nothing I could do about that
  407. 407.
    >I got up to help my wingmate, before cleaning up after our fillies binge
  408. 408.
    >not a long process, the sleeping filly now slept without the garbage of her sins surrounding her
  409. 409.
    >by now, she curled up into a ball, one hoof stretched out
  410. 410.
    >I placed the envelope underneath it, stepping outside again to watch Rainbow dart back and forth, twirling and looping
  411. 411.
    >not bad for a new year start

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