The Harassment Chronicles
Raunchy Rainbow Dash

Tyler made his way down the street with his pack on his back and his sleeves rolled up, the intense sun of Equestrian summer mornings beating down on him as well as some of the few ponies going round him. He was off to the gym, something he did every morning since he came to Ponyville last year. Thankfully the routine allowed him to get fit and active, women and mares now taking notice to his efforts as of late. He wasn't a small man, around 5, 11 he was taller than most of his friends and now wider as well. He cropped his hair in the usual military buzz cut he had since he was in high school, hiding the blonde color of it from being obvious.

Finally he came upon the small building off main street, some ponies and people already visible through the windows as they ran on the treadmills. He entered through the large glass doors and immediately being smacked in the face with the smell of sweat and people's breath. They REALLY needed to install fans in this place. First off he hit the locker room, rushing through the middle of the place and into the unisex room. The gym was still a sort of a project, the owners weren't a big company and had to fund everything out of their own pockets, leading to there being only one locker room for men and women to share. Not that it was really an issue, it was still suffocating in how they divided the room so no one peeped. Each side of the room was clearly labeled with which gender should be where.

He dressed into his workout shorts and shirt, throwing his pack in his usual locker and shutting it close with a massive echo. The second he turned to make his way out he almost bashed faces against another regular at the gym.

"Hey Ty, lookin good today!" Came the loud, tomboyish voice of Rainbow Dash, making him jump back an inch.

"Ah! Jesus slap happy Christ Dash!" He said as he put his hand to his chest, her giving him a punch to the arm.

"Oh man up hard ass, you got work to do." She said as she backed out of the room, letting him follow her out a bit uncomfortably. Dash had been coming to this gym for a few months, strange seeing how she was already fit and had a method of keeping that fact true. But Tyler didn't question it. She worked out like she was supposed to and didn't stare much… at first. Not long after she started going she was moving closer and closer to Tyler, eventually to the point where no one would spot him on something for fear of being "dashed". Whether or not he minded it Tyler wasn't sure, she wasn't mean or anything. If anything she was really nice to him, brought him drinks and complimented his progress. So he let her continue with it, he'd do the same for her sometimes and make her blush hilariously. She was a good friend to have around, with the "dash" around not even the giant Russian guy would mess with him.

"So what are you doing first Tyler? Deltoids, abs, cardio?" She question with a smile, keeping almost shoulder to shoulder with him.

"I was thinking benching first. Already worked up a sweat in this insane heat." She smirked and patted his back, speeding up towards the bench before him. She was already putting the weights on for him, putting on an extra 10 pounds.

"Dash what are you doing?" He asked with a confused look, her screwing the metal rings on tight.

"You've been benching 70 for a while, gotta move up to stay strong ya know?" She said with an innocent smile.

"You've been keeping track of this?"

"Of course! How else am I supposed to help you get ripped?" She said sweetly, patting the seat of the thing.

"Hop on then, let's get this train out of the station already." He shrugged it off as best he could, laying on the pad and watching her move the metal bar over him. As soon as he felt her take her hands off the weight became apparent. It wasn't over powering by any means, but threw him off at first. Dash of course was in the position to stop any sort of disaster, watching him recover and push the bar up. He kept up the pace, taking deep breaths and moderating himself, lifting up and down slowly as he tried to concentrate. Something was constantly fighting him though, the feeling of Dash bumping her hips against the top of his head. He looked up to her, seeing her stomach as it seemed like she was intentionally rocking her hips back and forth. He quickly averted his gaze, staring straight up towards the ceiling. He only met Dash staring straight down at him. Her eyes were fixed on his, him shaking as he struggled to get the bar off his chest.

"Dash… DASH." He stressed as he was now out of it, pushing and pushing at the extra heavy bar as it pushed down on him. She immediately pulled the bar off him, setting it on the jig.

"What happened champ?" She questioned as she propped herself up on the bar, watching him sit up and pant.

"What the hell were you doing?" He asked her as he turned about to her, a bead of sweat running down his forehead.

"What are you talking about?"

"You were… like staring at me and humping my head." He said as she gave him a confused look.

"Where'd you get that crazy idea?" She said with a chuckle, her tail wagging behind her.

"I can feel the top of my head Dash." She chuckled again and tousled his hair, her eyes narrowing.

"Tyler, don't be such a pussy. If it's too heavy for you just say it." She said with a growing sneer, igniting a competitive flame in him. He laid back down and wore a determined face, focusing on the ceiling again.

"Let's do this." She lowered the bar back down into his hands, him ignoring the pushing in the top of his head.

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After an hour or so of Dash being as close to him as possible and sometimes literally breathing down his neck. He was glad to get away from her in the locker room, this day her seeming worse than usual. Casually he stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain tight. While the locker room wasn't clearly divided, it was normally girls on the left and boys on the right of the room. Even with that being true Tyler liked to be as far from the curtain as possible, the fear of a horrible accident always being round the corner. He quickly hopped in and turned the water on, getting a blast in the face of freezing, high pressure death water. After a bit of shrinkage and a yelp the water warmed up and he was able to start washing himself. He lathered himself up, stopping dead in his tracks when he swore he heard a voice.

"Yeeeeah… get that hot body all wet." Came a very slight whisper, barely audible over the water. He looked to the curtains, them swaying slightly from the nearby vent. He let out a tense breath, shaking slightly as he continued, trying to ignore it as he started to rinse himself off.

"Clean all you want, you're still a dirty little man slut." Again he stopped, looking about as he was absolutely sure he heard something. He looked about and peeped his head out from behind the curtain. No one was in there as far as he could tell, not a footstep or a hoof to be heard. He slinked back into the shower, turning towards the wall to get more soap. A flash sparked from behind, scaring the shit out of him as he yelped.

"Ah! Who IS that?!" He turned to the curtain, another flash blinding him as a lens slipped out from the curtain, him following quickly. He slipped however, falling flat on the floor as he hacked from the harsh fall. He rubbed his head and got back up, as he stood right out in the open, his goodies out for everyone to see. Just as Dash passed the section and looked right at him.

"Well hello there Tyler." Dash said with a grin, making him back straight into the shower. He went right against the wall and kept his hand over his junk while the water poured over him. Footsteps came closer as he panted in fear, starting to feel a knot on his fore-head.

"Tyler what's going on in there?" Came Dash's voice.

"Some pervert was taking pictures of me!" He yelled, obviously angered and disturbed.

"Really? Didn't see anyone running around with a camera here." She said innocently, looking behind her. He didn't really have much of a case against her. She was a possible suspect but up until today she was always a pretty good friend. She had respect for him and was undeniably nice to him. He had little reason to call her liability into question.

"Can… can you keep a look out then?" He asked, shivering at the idea of some perverted weirdo running around wanting to get fresh with him.

"Got ya. I'll just wait right here." Dash said as she got up against the opposite wall, leaning her back to it and crossing her arms to appear foreboding. After a particularly awkward showering and re-dressing they both were heading out of the building. They came to an intersection, the weather plant floating overhead and the post office Tyler worked out down the road. Dash patted his shoulder, turning toward him.

"Guess I'll see ya later champ."

"Well… yeah. If I come in tomorrow."

"You're not skippin out on me because some freaky mare took a picture of you aren't ya?" She question with a bit a smirk, much to his confusion.

"How do you know it was a mare?" He asked with an accusing tone, Dash's ears flopping down to her head.

"Well… um… you're total mare bait! Look at yourself buddy!" She said as she poked him in the stomach, his eyes going down to her finger.

"You're a good looking manly man how can you not expect to have mares following you?" She said faster and faster, a meek smile on her face.

He snickered and blushed more than he wanted to admit, rubbing the back of his head.

"Well when you put it that way..." He said, looking away from her bashfully.

"See? Nothin to worry about!" She then threw her arms round him and quickly hugged him tight, surprising him as she squeezed the air out of him as she put her face in his neck. He recoiled back from her sudden, strangely affectionate actions, his arms out away from her.

"Dash?"

"Yeah?"

"Why the fuck are you hugging me?" She shrugged her shoulders against him, still holding tightly, if not a bit awkwardly.

"Is it so wrong I wanna give my bro a hug?" She said accusingly, taking a sharp breath against his neck and letting go.

"Whoa! Did you just smell me?" He gasped as he rubbed his neck, watching as Dash chuckled.

"You must be imagining some freaky shit Tyler. Welp, gotta go to work-bye!" She took off into the air freakishly fast, long before Tyler could even try to address her odd behavior. He stood there for a good second and watched the rainbow streak shoot up onto the floating platform above, sighing and turning about to head for the post office. He opened the door to the tiny little building, his boss behind the counter with a sack full of mail.

"Morning Tyler! How ya doin?" Derpy asked him with a smile, her eyes adorably skewed under her yellow mane.

"Been better…" He said quietly as he went behind the counter, grabbing his cap off the hook and adjusting it to be straight on his head, moving towards the back to change into his uniform.

"Aw what's the matter Tyler? More "human problems"?" She asked, concerned of her friend.

"No it's not that. Just… I think I might have a stalker." He said as he pulled on the deep blue jacket, already pre-dressed in his usual black pants.

"A stalker? Like Scootaloo?" She asked, pulling the sack of mail off the counter and handing it to him.

"Scootaloo?"

"You haven't heard? She's been stalking RJ pretty aggressively."

"How long as this been going on?" He asked to her smiling face, taking the bag with a horrified expression.

"A while now. I brought her the night vision goggles and sticky cams."

"Why didn't you tell someone? Or RJ for that matter?"

"Not my business. Besides RJ got together with Applejack so Scootaloo might be out of luck."

"Derpy I'm telling you that's might have been a bad call." She shrugged her shoulders with a smile, patting him on the shoulder.

"What I wanted to say is that I'm here in case your stalker spooks ya. You can always talk to me ya know." He nodded and started out of the door, out into the brisk sun. He wasn't sure what to think of his current situation, Dash is smelling him, weirdos are taking pictures of him in the shower and apparently RJ is being stalked by that little orange pony that wasn't Applejack. He had to get answers before he started his work, taking off towards RJ's house.

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He knocked on the creaking door sharply, expecting to see RJ's Mom since he'd usually be working, getting a bit of a shock when he saw Applejack instead.

"Howdy Tyler. What can ah do ya for?" She asked with a happy smile, not wearing her hat.

"Um… hey AJ. Is RJ in there? I need to talk to him."

"Well now… ah think he might not be in the right condition to be outside right now." She whispered with a smile, her eyes narrowing as she bit her tongue. Tyler gave a strange look to her, shifting on his feet.

"But ah think he can come talk to ya for a spell." She moved back into the house, leaving the door open as Tyler simply stood there, taking a precautionary step back. A few seconds later tiny RJ stood in the door frame, his hair a mess and his clothes loose. He reeked of sweat and what Tyler could only hope was some sort of bodily fluid that wasn't urine, his fly was undone as well, exposing his ripped underwear.

"Hey Tyler… a-ah can't really play football today ah'm kinda… busy." He said shakily, looking like someone had been beating him senseless.

"Jesus RJ! What the hell happened to you?" He questioned harshly, looking his poor friend up and down.

"I-it's alright Tyler! Ah've… just been havin a few rough days on the farm ya know?" He said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head and giving a slight smile. Tyler didn't buy it, giving him a sharp glare as he stood closer to him, sizing him up.

"What do ya want Tyler? Like ah said ahm busy." RJ wasn't one that scared easy.

"Someone told me Scootaloo's stalking you."

"You haven't figured that out yet?" Tyler swore he almost felt his head explode.

"You KNEW?!"

"Well, yeah. It ain't like Scootaloo's real secretive about it. She was at my window two nights ago." Tyler rubbed his forehead, giving a groan.

"How did you keep her from fucking you? Cuz I think Rainbow Dash might be pulling the same shit."

"Scootaloo wouldn't try that with me. Besides ah'm with Applejack now." He said a bit uneasily, looking behind him as if he were checking for some fierce beast.

"Uh-huh… but obviously Scoot doesn't mess with you, how do you prevent it?"

"Oh that's easy. Ah just ignore her. If she wants to say weird things and never act on them that's her problem."

"And say if she started… smelling you and stuff like that?" RJ's brow raised a bit at the odd question, him thinking about it.

"Maybe you should get a girlfriend… course you could always talk to her." Just as he finished his sentence Applejack slinked round the door frame, putting her hand to RJ's shoulders and pulling him back in.

"Sorry Tyler RJ has to come back inside." She said breathily, sounding like she was about to molest the shit out of them both. RJ seemed to almost panic, going backwards into the house and giving Tyler a terrified expression. Tyler was about to do something, but the door shut and locked before he could step up. With a sullen and bothered psyche he left the house behind, going down the dirt path and onto his route for delivering the mail.

Finally after the last letter and package was put at Cheerilee's door Tyler was ready to head back to the office, he was sweating from the intense sun, his thick and heavy uniform making it so much worse for him as he trudged back. Derpy may or may not be back from Cloudsdale, either way he was taking a long ass break by the water cooler. He passed by the market, notably lacking RJ and entered into the building, seeing derpy behind the counter with her hand taped to a box… again.

"Hey um Tyler… could you give me a hand with this?" She squeaked nervously, pulling at her stuck hand. He groaned internally and shed his pack, hopping over the counter and surveying the damage. She had taped herself down against the box with the tape thingy again, the thick plastic running over the middle of her appendage and sticking it pretty good, her fur messy and matted under it.

"How long have you been stuck like this?" She looked away from him, blushing in embarrassment as her ears flopped against her head.

"A half hour…" He rolled his eyes, getting one end of the strip and holding it tight.

"This might sting a little." He warned, ready to yank.

"What might hu-OUCH!" He ripped the tape clean off, taking a good bit of her gray fur with it as he flinched, her little yelp heart breaking.

"Ooooow… Tyler that hurt." She said like a small child, holding her hand. He tried not to be distracted by her extreme cuteness, barely succeeding.

"Sorry Derpy… didn't mean to hurt ya that bad." She smiled at him and perked her ears back up, still blushing a bit.

"Well… tape up the box. I'm gonna go on break." She said with a giddy smile, zipping down the hall and into the lounge. Tyler could hear the door lock as she went in, shrugging his shoulders as he did what he was told. He ran a fresh strip of tape across the seam and picked up the box, checking the address and heading into the back, putting it with the rest of the boxes for pickup later. Where ever "Canterlot" was it wasn't near here he could tell. Just as he returned to the counter the bell rung, signaling a customer. He rushed up, seeing none other than Rainbow Dash herself in her weather worker uniform. He hesitated a bit, the last encounter with rainbow butt obviously not going to well.

"Hey there Dash, what can I do for ya?"

"Oh not much, just came to ask ya something." She said with a bashful smile, her eyes narrowed and focused on him.

"That is?" He came back nervously, Dash leaning on the counter with her elbows under her goodies, perking them up for him.

"You wanna come over to my place sometime? Say… oh I don't know, tonight?" Her eyes drifted downwards, giving his crotch her full attention.

"Isn't your house a hundred feet in the air?"

"I'm strong, I could fly you up there if I really wanted." She reasoned coolly, her tone more playful as her eyes examined every inch of his body as he tried to think of something.

"Well… um… that sounds like fun but… I already have plans." He said quickly, surprising her even.

"Plans?" She said, bewildered at him.

"Yeah, with Derpy. We were going on a date." He stuttered quickly, wearing as sincere a smile as he could. Dash blinked a few times at him, not expecting this by a long shot as she backed off from the counter. She crossed her arms and frowned at him, looking as pissed as he had ever seen her.

"Hm… you're going out with Derpy now huh?"

"Yup, that's totally what's happening now… I'm with Derpy." She didn't buy it, her stare only meaning one thing. The challenge was accepted.

"Go get her then." He stopped for a second, trying to think of a reason not to.

"She's… in the lounge. She said not to bother her."

"Well I don't really care. I said go get her!" She pushed, leaning in with her hands on the counter and teeth bearing. Tyler leaned right in to meet her, never being one to be out classed in threatening stature. Their noses almost bumped, both of them wearing fierce glares. Tyler could hear her breathing getting heavier, her ears folded back against her head as she leaned in even closer to take in a heavy breath through her nose. She closed her eyes and took in a long whiff, her mouth opening slightly.

"What the-" He was cut off when she threw her arms around his head and shoved her snoot into his face, kissing him with more of a slap then a smooch.

"MMF!" He muffled behind her lips, pushing on her to try and extract her from his face. But she was far too dedicated, her arms wrapped round his head in a wrestling hold to prevent any sort of escape from the nearly suffocating, sloppy kiss. Her wings now fully extended with a pompf, stretching and fluttering while she was moaning and squeaking into the kiss, her tongue invading his mouth and letting whatever she held in hers go right with it. He squirmed along with him as she almost hopped onto the counter, her stomach against it from him trying to pull away from her tight, hot embrace. He tasted her mouth and tongue against his, the weird feeling tingling down his spine as he moved his hands to her head, pushing against her forehead and cheeks to find nothing more than more pushing from her end. She was getting more and more intense on him, smiling as she moaned louder and more often into his face. Finally he was able to push her lips from his, her still trying to get back into the kiss.

"Don't fight it Tyler, you know you want it!" She moaned breathily, licking at his lips while he worked his arms into her hold, shaking her loose.

"Get off of me!" He finally shoved her off, seeing her go down to the floor with a smirk, her wings still twitching and fluttering a bit at the tips while she panted.

"What's going on in here?" He turned round sharply and saw Derpy peaking from behind the door, her left eye focused on him and the other focused somewhere on the ceiling. He panted and ran his fingers through his hair, about to answer before he was cut off.

"Tyler was telling me about your date tonight." She said quickly, giving a sharp look to Tyler and taking a step back to fold her wings. Derpy stepped out from behind the door fully, her look focused on his face. Something was turning in her head, whether it was gears or her brain itself he wasn't sure, but she faded into a smile.

"Oh right! The date tonight! Tyler was supposed to take me out for champagne and muffins." She narrowed her eyes at Tyler, her eyebrows lifting expectantly. He nodded happily, throwing a shoulder round her neck and pulling her close. Derpy happily went with his pull, their shoulders bumping as she patted his chest.

"Really now. Since when were you into Derpy?" She questioned to Tyler, her arms still crossed as she scowled.

"Since this morning… when I asked her out." He said sheepishly, watching as Dash's eyes looked them both over up and down.

"Hm… alright then. You love birds have fun." She said shortly, turning round and heading out the door in a huff. After one more sharp look to Tyler she stomped out, Tyler wiping his forehead and letting Derpy go. Much to his disappointment, she wasn't letting go.

"Thanks a lot Derpy. Saved me out there." He said, only now realizing she was actively holding onto him. He stood still for a good while at first, not sure what to make of it until he attempted to pull away from her. She gripped tighter.

"Derpy… you can let go now. She's gone."

"When are we leaving?" She asked cutely, her eyes narrowed at him with her tiny smile.

"Uuuuuuh… I don't follow."

"We gotta sell her on this Tyler. Maybe you SHOULD take me out on a date." She pulled back as not to kill her chances, moving her hands down to his. She could see the immediate disappointment in his eyes, her tightening grasp on him resisting his attempts to break away.

"Derpy-"

"Please Tyler?" She almost begged, her lower lip quivering at him.

"I really, really, really wanna go on a fake date... Pwease?" She turned up the intensity before he could even respond, attempting the puppy dog eyes but getting them all derped up. Thus, multiplying the cuteness factor by infinity. His attempts to resist and not look directly into it failed him. He gave an exasperated sigh and rubbed his forehead.

"Alright… but I'm asking for a raise."

"Done." She squeed, squeezing his arm and bouncing at him excitedly. He wasn't sure what he was getting himself into, but if it prevented weird pony rape it could be classified as "worth it" in his book.

"I'll pick you up at 7 or something." He said as he finally slipped his arm free of her hug hold.

"6."

"6:45."

"6:30."

"Derpy I get out of here at 6."

"Then guess what, you have a free pass to leave at 5 today." She giggled, looking more like an excited school girl than a grown mare. He rolled his eyes, accepting with a sigh.

"Can't argue with that." She fussed and blushed at his words, giving him a quick smooch on the cheek and slipping away behind the doors to the lounge. He smiled to himself as he took his place at the counter again, trying to think of how in the name of hell he was going to afford champagne for Derpy.

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By some crazy luck or magic Tyler was able to get home that evening and change into something decent for his fake date tonight. He wore his good collared jacket, some nice dark colored slacks and his usual shoes. He was all snazzy and had withdrawn some money his dad was happy enough to lend to him, no matter what he told him didn't really matter as long as he was about to get with a girl. Even if she was a walking talking weird eyed horse monster.

He made his way to the address he was given, being more than happy that it was located on the ground and not stupidly high in the air like some other pegsui that lived around town. He knocked on the door, flower in one and hand head swiveling to look all around him, making sure that no rainbow thingy was following behind or ready to spring out of nowhere. Derpy opened the door rather quickly, the sound of fussing and squeeing heard behind as she presented herself. She was clad in a fancy looking navy blue dress, her hair done up in a surprisingly attractive style on her big head. She wore some sort of necklace and bracelets to look extra pretty. He made a side note as well, dresses make her ass look way bigger then he remembered.

"H-hey Tyler… you look handsome tonight." She stuttered, her arms folded tightly against her body as she gripped her tiny purse.

"You look pretty tonight Derpy." He said with a smile, handing her the pretty flower he got from Roseluck on the way over.

"Oh! How cute!" She giggled, taking the rose and looking over it quickly. She quickly nibbled on the pedals, letting out small squeaks and nomming sounds.

"Uh… no Derpy it's supposed to go in your ma-" She bit down on half of the flower, chewing it and smiling to him.

"Hm?" She looked to him cutely, taking another bite as she stared at him.

"Uuuuh… never mind. It's not important." She smiled and finished it off with a quick bite, tossing the stem into the bushes. She took one step before something yelled out from behind her.

"Mom wait!" Came a squeaky little girl's voice, a tiny purplish pony rushing round the corner and stopping Derpy.

"Dinkie what is it?" She questioned a little worriedly, antsy to leave.

"Your tail is under your dress again." She said quickly, reaching into a small hole on Derpy's behind, pulling out a giant tuft of golden fur. With a squeak and yelp derpy's previously prominent butt shrank down to a more reasonable size as her tail poked out in its proper place.

"Oh um… thanks sweetie. Always forget that." She blushed and smiled shakily, her tail folding tight against her bottom.

"Is this him? The really nice guy from work?" The little filly said, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. He looked back down at the little unicorn, seeing a strange resemblance to derpy.

"U-uh er yes! This is him." She patted his shoulder, the little unicorn still staring him down.

"You be nice and polite to my Mommy, have her back by 11 and keep it PG young man!" She waggled a finger at him, poking him in the stomach.

"Uuuuuh… alright then." He said, confused at the fuzzy little girl.

"Dinky! Your room!" She shooed the little girl away quickly, her wings twitching in frustration.

"Dinner is in the fridge where you can reach it, microwave for 20 minutes, bath at 7 and in bed by 9. Mommy loves you!" She smooched her cheek and rushed out of the door, closing it behind her and blushing with a meek smile.

"Sorry… my little Dinky is a bit protective of me." She wrapped her arm round his, pulling herself close.

"You have a daughter?" He questioned as she tugged him along with her, not wasting any time.

"Y-yeah… I was a little crazy in college." She giggled nervously, holding him tight to prevent her man from running off again. Luckily, he didn't seem too phased.

"Where's the father?"

"Oh… he um… ran off when the paternity tests came back."

"Well that's a dick move. Why would he do that?" She shrugged, used to the harsh fact by now.

"Oh… I don't know. He was young and… reckless. But enough about me! I wanted to know something about you." She smiled and looked up at him, both of them now in the heart of Ponyville. Ponies past by them and smiled to them. Some giving thumbs up and little bits of a praise and congrats. All of them directed to Derpy.

"Hm… these ponies seem kind of excited to see you out."

"Oh those are just my friends from the book club… there are a lot of mares in my book club." They passed by Berry Punch's booze stand, her leaning over the side to look at the passing couple.

"You finally catch the big one Derpy?" She called out, addressing her giggly friend.

"What does she mean by that?" He asked to her, watching derpy blush through her soft gray fur.

"I… may have told the girls in the book club that… I liked you."

"You like me?" He asked a bit worriedly, still looking around for any rainbows.

"Well… I may have told them… I really liked you." She hid under her mane, nervously looking at him on and off.

"What does "really" mean to you?" He asked as they approached the place she wanted to go, her leading him in.

"Um… I maybe um… er… just…"

"Party of two?" Asked the snooty looking man, standing behind the small stand in his suit.

"Yes! Just two tonight!" Derpy said quickly, shaking off the question. The man led them down into the place, the atmosphere dark and filled with some sort of quiet jazz music.

"What kind of place is this Derpy?"

"It's a fancy little hole in the wall Lyra told me about. The muffins are really good." She smiled as they sat in a booth, Derpy letting him sit first. Rather than taking a seat on the other side of him however, she happily sat right next to him and scooted close, smiling happily at him. He smiled as well, putting an arm round her shoulder to complete the illusion.

"We look like a real couple don't we?" He asked her, Derpy giggling a bit and snuggling into him.

"I know what would be even more convincing." She looked up at him hopefully, smiling at him cutely.

"What?" She put a hand to his cheek and pulled his face towards hers, craning her neck and kissing him gently, pushing her lips to his and humming to herself with a smile. She broke it quickly, hugging him tight. He couldn't help but blush, her lips undeniably soft and her hands warm against his face.

"That was… pretty sweet." He chuckled, Derpy holding his arm softly and using it as her pillow.

"I would hope." After a good while they had ordered, the waiter wondering off and leaving them alone, Tyler finally relaxing a bit as he didn't see any spooky rainbows creeping about. Derpy was having herself a good time, rubbing his arm and chest soothingly.

"Having a good time derpy?"

"Mmmmmmmh…" She hummed, not even hoping her eyes and holding him, nuzzling his sleeve.

"Good enough for me." He laid back in his seat, listening to the music he'd wish they'd change to something that wasn't boring and waiting for their food. He was feeling rather peaceful, until he heard a scratching sound above him. He looked straight up, seeing a small black bulb hanging from the ceiling. The shiny portion of it was directed towards them, a small clicking sound coming from it.

"What's that thing?" He asked himself quietly, a cracking sound sounding out from the ceiling. Derpy looked up from her snuggling, seeing the small contraption.

"Huh… never seen THAT thing before." The ceiling gave way and broke, bits and piece of paneling and dry wall falling along with a black silhouette.

"AH! Damn it all!" Came a boyish, rough voice, the figure covered in black clothing and tactical holsters as it crashed to the table with a visceral thump.

"Whoa!" The couple called out, backing into the seat stiffly to see the struggling figure sit up and rub their head. Their face was covered with a hood, goggles and gas mask, the more Tyler looked at it the more he swore it was a woman.

"Who the hell are you?!" He yelled out, standing up sharply and balling up his fists. The person panicked, backing away from him on the table.

"Uh… SCOOTALOO NOW!" She called out, another, much smaller figure dressed the same dropping from the ceiling with a canister in hand.

"SLEEPING GAS GO!" She pulled the pins and a thin green gas spewed out from the vents in it, filling the air around them quickly. Tyler coughed and swung a fist, the smaller figure easily catching it and re-directing it to make him vulnerable to a punch in the face, busting his nose and sending him straight to his ass. He lingered for a second or two, breathing in the gas and being knocked out before he knew what he was in for. Derpy was being carried away by one of them, the other pulling him out of the seat as he blacked out.

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"Is he even alive?"

"Should be. The sleeping gas isn't lethal."

"Good. That should be Scoot, thanks for the help." Tyler slowly opened his eyes and looked around his new surroundings, seeing the cold, dark reaches of a blind fold.

"Anything for you Rainbow Dash!" Came Scootaloo's happy voice, the sounds of paper being crumbled slightly.

"Here's the 90 bits, thanks for the ops suit."

"You got my recommendation right?"

"Right here. This oughta help you get into 3rd echelon." There was a squee and a hugging sound, followed by the rustling sounds of someone jumping out a window. He started to struggle and pull at his wrists and legs, finding them bound tightly. He growled and grunted, shaking around a bit to try and free himself from the hold, hearing footsteps coming closer to him.

"Heh, heh, heh… lookin good Tyler." Dash growled from above, kneeling down to put a hand to his cheek. He struggle more and got a feeling for his surroundings, finding out pretty quick he was bare ass naked.

"MMMMF! MMG MF!" He yelled through the cloth covering his face, shaking around violently and pulling at his limbs.

"Quit your squirming I'm working on it." He felt a cold piece of metal run between his feet and wrists, severing the bonds and letting him flail around to get her away from him. She jumped back as he stood up, ripping off his blind fold and gag.

"Mother fucker!" He threw them at her, seeing she was just as naked. Both of them stood on some sort of wrestling mat, something softer than the floor but still uncomfortable to fall face first on.

"Oh you got a mouth on ya do you? Taking a tone with me?" She took a fighting stance and began to make a circle round him, him only doing the same to avoid having her get closer.

"The hell is going on Dash?!" He shouted, one hand covering his junk and the other balled up in a tight fist.

"Where's Derpy?!"

"She's fine, we sent her to bed for the night… but that shouldn't be your concern right now.
She was holding a small thing in her hand, it looking like a garage door opener.

"Make a move boy… I dare ya." She sneered at him, watching him as he didn't even hesitate to turn around and run in the opposite direction of her. Making his way to the door fast as a bullet, she pushed the button and watched with an evil smirk.

"AAAAAAAAAAAH!" He dropped to the floor and threw his hands to his back, writhing in agony as something shocked him.

"Ooooooooh burns doesn't it?!" She laughed as she took her finger off the button, stopping the current and letting him relax.

"Wha-… what the hell did you do?!" He shouted towards her.

"Just attached some shock pads to ya. Gotta tame the sex bull somehow." She growled and watched him get up again, reaching behind him to try and find the pad attached to his lower back.

"Ah-ah-ah!" She pressed the button again, shocking him silly.

"AAAAH!"

"Don't fuck with it. You'll get a little zap if you do." She smirked down at his quivering, angry form, him standing up again.

"You're sick!" She chuckled at him, his fierce glare exciting her.

"That's half the fun babe." She licked her lips and gave him another zap.

"RRRRG! Damn it!" He went to his knees, more and more used to the pain until it stopped, him almost immediately getting tackled by Dash to his back.

"Come here big boy!" She got a half nelson on him, smooshing her less than impressive boobs against him. She held him tight, pulling herself face to face with him and rubbing her nethers against is side, already feeling him sweat.

"You're in for a world of hurt Tyler, making me work for all this and then fuckin lying to me is gonna earn you some extra abuse." She moaned into his ear, nibbling it as she pushed herself against him wetly.

"So YOU were the one taking pictures of me?!"

"Me? No that was Scootaloo. She'll stalk anyone for the right amount of cash. BUT, that doesn't matter right now. What matters," She paused and took a long smell from him, burying her soft pony snoot in his neck and inhaling all she could.

"-is that you reek like a man and you cry like a boy." She licked his neck and jaw, rubbing him all over with the little piece of plastic still in her hand, giving him a harsh bite to his neck.

"Ah! Stop that!" He snapped, pushing at her and squirming. He got a quick zap, both of them giving a yelp.

"I'm in control here! And if you wanna fight and whine like a little girl you're just gonna make me more riled up!" She barked at him, readjusting herself to prepare for the actual fun part, her arms holding him down at the elbows as she continued to huff at him, bringing her tongue out to lap at his neck and chest. He struggled and bucked all he could, only to get zaps and jolts of pain slammed through him. With a one last desperate effort he went limp for a second, letting her make herself vulnerable for his push directly into her cleavage. He shoved hard and fast, sending Dash to her back as he scrambled away, throwing his hand back and ripping off the pad on his back. It crackled and sparked as he threw it to the ground, running as fast as he could up a random flight of stairs.

"Just try and hide fuck toy! I'll find you!" He was coming up on some sort of hall way, two doors on his right and one of the left, another hallway on the left. Without thinking he bashed through the first door on the left, closing and locking it quickly. He panted and slumped against the door, hoping to god she was either creative in her search patterns or dumb enough not to look in here. He turned slowly to actually look over the room he was in, the sight almost giving him a heart attack.

"What… the… shit?" The room was tiny, carved out of clouds rather recently as well. A small table sat against the opposite wall, covered in pictures of him. He moved closer, the oncoming details even more disturbing. Pairs of gym socks, underwear that sweatshirt he thought someone stole, all were laying on the table. Pictures of him working out, showering, smiling, generally being sweaty littered the area, a pair of candles being the only light.

"I… just… I knew I should've gone to college." He groaned, backing away from the setup, hearing footsteps against the hardened surface of the clouds. Trying his best to keep calm he leaned against the wall, listening carefully and quieting his breathing.

"Hm… either he's really creative…" He heard the sound of sniff, followed by a subtle "pompf".

"Or he's really stupid." She cooed to herself, her footsteps getting louder and louder. He grit his teeth, waiting for the inevitable.

"GOT YA!" There was nothing, a piercing silence followed shortly after her dramatic reveal. She had opened a different door.

"Huh… damn it I really thought I could smell him in here… oh wait, those are just the boxers I left in here yesterday." He cringed as he heard more sniffing, feathers rustling and tail wagging against the wall.

"Should put these babies back where they belong." A pang of panic ran through him, realizing there'd be only one place she keep them. Before he could do anything, the door next to him opened and bashed him directly in the skull.

"Ack!" He barked, falling to the floor as Dash smiled down at him.

"There you are!" She said gleefully, putting a foot to his chest and pinning him down, throwing his undies across the room. He swooned and rubbed his head, feeling a pair of hand cuffs going round his wrists as Dash pulled him out of the room. She slammed the door and mounted him, sitting herself right on his goodies as she held his arms above his head.

"That was a pretty feeble escape Tyler. I'm pretty disappointed to say the least." She smirked, moving her head lower and lower to nuzzle his neck while he regained his bearings.

"F-… fuck you." He grumbled, feeling Dash smelling him strongly and licking him.

"If you insist Tyler." She growled, her wings twitching as the rape carried on late into the night.

Author's feeble attempt at pity: This chapter was written in association with the organization that is against bestiality. Whether they like it or not.