Inspired by this thread:
https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/42150570/
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>Fuck, she wasn't supposed to react like this! 
>It's been five minutes after the movie ended, and Dash still looks like she's about to keel over. 
>Things started like any other Friday 
>Dash came to hang out immediately after getting off weather duty 
>You both had already decided on a movie night beforehand, so you prepared snack before dash arrived... 
>Which now sits uneaten on the table
>Not much of an appetite left after... THAT 
>The movie proved to be too much for her 
>On the first half she tried to make a couple jokes here and there, trying to fight off the uneasiness she felt with a bit of humor 
>After the second half however... 
>After the movie ended, you'd stood up after noticing how much the movie had gotten to her, saying you needed to take a piss 
>You braced yourself, expecting her to make a retort about the movie having an effect on you
>But she said nothing when you made your way to your bathroom 
>She said nothing when you exited your bathroom 
>So, you went to your kitchen for a glass of water, giving her some more space
>... And because you weren't sure what to do 
>Glancing back from the kitchen to your living room you can see dash still wrapped herself in the blanket you let her borrow 
>Trembling 
>Your heart aches with every shiver that runs through her 
>It wasn't supposed to go like this 
>Maybe 
>You're not sure exactly what you were expecting to happen
>Something funny maybe? 
>You just wanted to spook her a little while watching the movie 
>Not terrify her!
>... 
>Well, you can't just stand in your kitchen staring at Dash, like a creep 
>So, you make your way back to the living room, trying to look as casual as possible 
>You even grab a pizza slice and take a bite as you sit and lay back onto your couch, next to her
>The pizza is cold, no surprise there, all you can taste is grease at this point 
"Not feeling up for cold, greasy pizza Dashie?" 
>She hates when you call her that 
>Only Pinkie can call her that 
>Her words, not yours 
>But she doesn't react at the nickname, she just shakes her head and retracts further into her body 
>You can't stand this 
"Uh, Dash, you okay?" 
>"I-I" 
>She tries to speak, her words stopping suddenly, as if something had gotten lodged in her throat 
>She clears her throat and tries again 
>"Y-yeah dude, h-ha ha" 
>That's all she manages to say before falling silent again 
>For a moment she tries turns to try and give you a reassuring smile 
>What you see are her puffy red eyes 
>Was she crying? Fuck, you didn't even notice 
>You feel like shit 
>Why did she even sit through that if it was affecting her this much? 
>Pride? 
>Fuck it, you're not dancing around the issue anymore 
>Throwing the half-eaten slice on the table and cleaning the grease off your hands with a nearby napkin, you reach around Dash and give her a side hug, pulling her close to you 
>She jumps from the contact, but otherwise doesn't fight it 
"Dash I'm sorry, I shouldn't have chosen such an intense horror movie without warning you first." 
>You hold her close, burying her face into your chest
>Again, she doesn't fight it 
>She sniffles a little, but doesn't cry 
"You're very brave you know? Not many humans could've sat through that whole movie, and we made the thing!" 
>You say, trying to lighten the mood
>You don't think it works 
>Huggin Dash a little tighter, you start gently petting her head 
>Under normal circumstances she'd bat your hand away, mumbling about being uncool 
>But not tonight 
>"Is the turtle okay?" 
>She says abruptly, her voice coming a little muffled from being buried in your chest
>She sounds like she's about to cry 
>No, the turtle wasn't okay 
>The poor creature got butchered 
>But you can't tell her that 
"Yeah, it was just a prop" you say, giving her a soft smile. Trying to convince her of the white lie "Humans love being scared, there are... entire fields dedicated to this crap! Just ways to make stuff look more realistic" 
>"It's all fake?" 
>Did she think it was all real? 
>Did she think was watching real people dying on screen? 
>No wonder she was so scared 
"Yeah, it's all fake, all movies are!" 
>That's technically a lie, but you don't own any snuff films 
>That shit has no place in this world 
>"You humans are bucked up" she says as she looks at you with the first genuine smile of the night, wiping away tears with a hoof
"Yeah, believe me, we know" 
>You stay hugging for a while longer 
>You need to get it into your head that these ponies are delicate, no matter how brave some of them want to be 
>You can't just come into their world and traumatize them for fun 
>You have no right
>And they don't deserve that
"Hey Dash, if you want, we can watch another movie" 
>At that she tenses up 
>You rest your chin on the top of her head 
"It's one I used to watch when I was younger, it's about talking dogs" 
>Lifting your chin from her head you allow her to turn to you with a confused look and a raised eyebrow 
>You return her stare with a smile 
"Come on dash, let me show you that humans aren't all doom and gloom" 
>You both look into each other's eyes, you with a smile and rainbow with a confused frown 
>Dash ends up losing the impromptu staring contest by scoffing and looking away 
>"Fine, but it better not be kiddie stuff. I'm way too cool for that" 
>She says as she pushes herself off you, launching herself to the other side of the couch and fully lying down onto it 
>You get up to insert the DVD into the video player 
>Looking back at her, you see her finally reach out and take a cold slice of pizza, devouring it in seconds 
>She seems to slowly be getting back to her old self 
>Inserting the movie into the DVD player, you return to the couch with the controller in hand, sitting near Dash's rear hooves 
>In the blink of an eye, she pushes herself off her side of the couch, using the momentum to turn herself around so her head is resting on your lap 
>Smiling, you lean back and press play