Warning: This chapter contains use of drugs. Not intended for viewers under the age of 16.
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Eric was lying on the bed, a pencil in one hand and a notepad in the other. He was sketching something out as Dash slept. She had passed out after the activities of the night, now soundly seated in a dream. Eric would never have thought it would happen, but he had found another love in his life. He finished an equation in the margin of his sketch, setting the pad and pencil down on the night stand. He looked down at the blue Pegasus as she slept. For once since he had met her, she seemed peaceful and satisfied. This brought a smile to his face as she nuzzled against his chest.
He didn't want to wake her, in fact he didn't want to move all day. But he had made some plans to stop at the contractors office and then talk with the monarchs about getting a grant to do some science work. Eric placed a hand on her neck, moving a strand of hair off of her face. "Rainbow," he whispered. "Oh Dashie," he said in a singsong voice. She mumbled something and held him tighter. Eric chuckled as she tried to ignore him. "Come on Dash, we have things to do," he poked her in the side, getting her to twitch.
"Wha?" she said as he poked her again. "No, five more minutes mom," Eric stifled a laugh. He had not expected that. He stroked her cheek and neck, continuing to urge her to get up. She finally lifted her head when he began playing with her wing. "Mmm, what do you want this time?" she asked in a half asleep tone. Eric chuckled and tugged on her wing more.
"While this is nice and all," he said, letting the feathered limb fall onto the bed with a muted thump. "I have some things to do around town. And you have to take your medication, my blue friend." She sighed in an exasperated tone. Laying her head back on his chest and listening to his heart beat.
"You aren't going anywhere just yet," she said, letting her breath creep into her voice. "You are all mine until noon." She cuddled closer, rubbing her nose against his neck. "That was great last night." She moaned as he began to stroke her spine with the tips of his fingers.
"The contractors office closes at ten, Dashie," he pointed out. "And if I don't hurry, I will miss my appointment with Celestia." She gave him a questioning look.
"Why do you want to go to the contractors office?" she asked. They were mostly off fixing the damage to Ponyville. Eric shrugged, now playing with the edge of Dash's ear.
"Because rent isn't going to stay this cheap," he stated bluntly. "And I would like to have a more private place if you're always that loud." He added with a wink, causing her to blush. He had gotten a call from Fizz early in the morning, telling him that he might want to try and keep his marefreind stifled next time. Dash sighed and let him get up. "Thank you," he said, kissing her before he climbed out of bed and pulled on his pants.
He put on a dark green shirt that clung to his form, making Dash bite her lip. As he picked up the equipment belt, she raised an eyebrow. "Why do you always take those with you?" she asked as he ran the belt through a few of the loops to hold it in place. He shrugged and looked at her.
"I dunno," he surrendered. "I guess it's a habit I picked up. having to fight for your life daily does that to a man." He lifted the trench coat from the rack and put it on, finding it still held the swords in it. Dash slid out of bed, sauntering over and pulling him down to her level.
"You have the week off," she said, closing some of the clasps on his coat so it stopped wobbling. "You don't have to go out armed everywhere either," she also pointed out, pulling the swords from his coat and leaning them on a wall. Eric felt the scabbards fall out of the coat after a minute or two. He handed them to her, feeling slightly naked without his favorite weapons. "Go and do what you were going to do." She said, hugging him. "I'll be here when you get back."
Eric sat in the conference room with Leoj and Celestia. Apparently their little encounter in the streets had made it onto the local news papers. She had chewed them both a new one for acting so childish, and was now ranting. "I mean really!" Celestia yelled at them. "You are both old enough to know better! Especially you Leoj." She cast him a glare that made him flinch. "Any you!" she yelled changing her target to Eric. "How did you not know about this?" she tossed him several newspapers. "It's on the Canterlot News Network, in the Equestrian, on the front page of Underhoof News. Do you not watch television?" she asked as he picked up the paper. The front page showed Eric and Leoj in the street, Eric holding the smaller one by his collar above him.
"No ma'am," he confessed as he read. "Television drops your intelligence quotient by five points for every half hour you watch it." She scoffed and sat back at the head of the table, massaging her temples. The headline was, 'Freedom Fighters, or Rabble Rousers?' Eric tossed the paper back on the table. "Your highness, We are human males. Or at least I am. We're like bulls. We butt heads some times, but for the most part we leave each other alone." She scoffed again, not believing his story. "Some times we just need to let off steam, and fighting is how we do this. We throw a few punches, hug it up and have a drink together. Its standard practice for us. Status queue."
"What do you expect from me?" she asked, dropping her hooves on the table. "Do want me to turn a blind eye to your fights like I do you bunch eating flesh?" she asked, glaring at Eric. "And I know about you giving Rainbow Dash some too, so don't play dumb you ape." She shook her head. "You two seem to want to break every rule and law we have, and expect no negative repercussions!" she stormed off to the window on the wall, watching the goings on below.
"I have a suggestion, princess." Leoj spoke up. "Seeing as how humans are less harmonious than you ponies, and they do need to fight out certain issues before they can go about their business." The princess looked at him, ready for another outlandish request. "Boxing, Kick boxing to be exact. Start a club in the fitness clubs. Yes, it is violent. But there are rules and regulations. It is a sport first and foremost. And it could teach the mass population to defend themselves should the need arise." She princess looked back out the window, contemplating this.
"Very well, Leoj." She said much to their dismay. "You have both proven your need for physical release, and I would rather it be monitored in a ring rather than on the streets where the tabloids can grab for it." She returned to her seat. "This could also bring in revenue for the city, boosting local business and citizen morale." She made a note on a scroll. "Leoj, you may leave unless you have any other things to say." He stood up and bowed, walking out through a wall. She looked at Eric now. "As I understand it, you are an adept scientist as well as an acclaimed fighter." He nodded. "You have put in for a study grant, on what basis."
"During the battle of Ponyville," he stated, making his argument. "I had to remove my protective clothing because it fit loose on my body, providing the enemy with holds and the like." She nodded. "The grant I'm asking for is to develop a type of specialized armor for the strike team. It will give enhanced strength and reflexes and, if I can get the right chemicals, will be fully self contained. It would drastically improve combat effectiveness and decrease injury rate." He finished, sliding the notepad with his designs and equations to her. Celestia looked them over, noting the math and physics involved. She nodded.
"Aright," she said, passing him back his notes. "you have the grant of two million bits a year." She wrote a letter and sent it with magic. "Do you need a build team to help you?" she asked, receiving a negative. "Very well. I have also been alerted to your request for a house outside the city on a mountain side." She added. Eric shrugged.
"If I am to not go home again, I would like my own home to go to at the end of the day." He explained. It was a simple request, but the contractor said he had to run it through the royalty since his primary concern was repairing Ponyville. The princess nodded and stamped the request, sending it off with a priority assignment.
"You shall have it within the week," she allowed. "I must say the designs are quite interesting." She held his blueprints before her. "The main area of focus is underground, set into the stone like a bunker." He nodded. "And the living area is operated by an 'Artificial Intelligence', correct?" she asked. Eric nodded.
"It is based of a design I had made for a friend on earth," he explained. "He wanted a house that could do everything a human could, short of breath and make an income. The under story is my own addition." The princess nodded, receiving a letter via magic.
"it seems your work area has been set up near the Academy." She said, standing and motioning him to follow her. "it will be watched around the clock by the Royal Guard and only those you deem fit will be allowed to enter." They walked through the castle halls, toward the exit. "and Eric," she said as he walked out the doors. "Congratulations on you relationship." He blushed from the compliment. Was Dash really that sought after?
Eric walked toward the lab, thinking of what he was going to work on first. The power source was the most important, but her had to gain access to the raw elements to make it work. He entered the building, sending a guard to fetch Dash and Mat from their respective locations. As the elevator descended he heard a breath behind him. "Hello, Leoj," he said, no longer surprised by his antics. The immortal teenager stood next to him as the lift stopped.
"A suit of armor, eh?" he asked as they entered the lab area. It looked more like a high tech forge than a place of science. "I must say, it would come in handy for those of us who aren't altered like Mat of Sapphire." Eric rolled his eyes. That was the driving idea.
"Yes, that was my plan. Do you want one?" he asked, the lift going back to the ground level. Leoj shook his head.
"No, I doubt I shall need one." He thanked him and made his excuses before vanishing into a wall as usual. Eric set his backpack on a desk, searching the room for what he needed. He found raw metals and titanium wire in a few cabinets.
Hours passed before Dash and Mat descended into the lab. They walked out of the lift, laughing and talking. Eric stood on a platform wit ha high speed capture camera before him. "Ok, this is chemical compound four. I am testing the designs of the plasma repulsion systems now." He pushed a button on his glove, setting the bottoms of the steel boots he wore with sparks. The plasma that was being generated ate holes in the inch thick platform before lifting him from the ground. Dash and Mat backed away from the heat that filled the area as Eric lifted a foot from the platform. "Hot damn!" he shouted as the guidance thrusters kicked in to keep him still. The boots lost fuel and dropped him to the ground. Eric looked up before grabbing a note pad and writing down something.
"I never knew science could be so awesome!" Dash exclaimed as she ran up to the table filled with tools and beakers. Eric punched another button on his glove, causing the boots to open around his calves and the front to hinge down. He stepped out of them, walking up to the table. "What are you making?" Dash said, sniffing a bubbling liquid. Eric lifted the beaker and took a drink.
"This is an energy drink." he said as he handed it to Dash. "Blue Raspberry flavor." She drank some and shook her head.
"It tastes like burnt fruit," she commented, passing it back to him and running her tongue over her teeth. Eric shrugged and offered some to Mat. He shook his head.
"to answer your previous question," Eric said, lifting a torso shaped piece of metal. "I am building a battle suit for myself." She tossed it back down on the table, sliding his arm into a sleeve covered with wires and hydraulic hoses and springs. "It should make me almost as strong as Mat." He said. moving it around and making some adjustments to a pressure bolt. "All I need is a power source." He added as he laid it back on the table.
"Well, I might be able to help with that." Mat said, holding up a large case. "Leoj gave it to me. He said you might want this element. It causes the only stable fusion reaction in the universe out side of a solar event." He set it down and opened it, revealing several black reflective prisms. Eric's eyes shined when he saw them.
"Is this Devnium nine ten?" he asked, lifting two and holding them apart. Mat nodded. Eric became giddy with excitement. "Damn, kid. You got me pinned like a note, huh?" he said to no one. Eric typed in a few commands to the terminal near the CNC machine. "I created this virtual model incase I got my hands on some, but I was ready to use plasma instead." The mill went to work carving out the parts and assembling the reactor.
"Um, yeah," Dash said, lost. "What's plasma?" she asked. Eric lifted the sleeve again, connecting some metal plates to it and hooking it up to a generator. He attached four glass containers filled with vivid colored liquids.
"This," he said, bracing and pointing his arm toward a hanging piece of two inch steel. There was a loud bang before a bright red streak impacted the metal, setting it on fire. "That was plasma," he said, removing the empty canisters. "I was using a chemical reaction to get the effect, but it was not nearly stable as Devnium nine ten." The sheet of steel continued to burn and sputter sparks, molten slag streaming onto the floor. "It's effective, but not for everything I had in mind. Now I can add flight to the abilities." Dash looked at him with a grin.
"You could make it fly?" she said excited. Hope welling in her eyes. Eric nodded, getting a shout out of her.
"I had built a suit using Devnium for the US armed forces before the outbreak." He explained, a ding sounding from the assembly conveyor. "The suit wasn't sound enough for the process of flight though," he explained. Lifting the Devnium shards he had taken out and setting them in an open hatch. He closed the back of the chest piece. Tuning a dial, the piece began to shake and pop until a constant hum was heard. Lights on the armor segment light up. "Have either of you seen a small sun?" he asked, pointing to a screen.
The two walked over as Eric returned to the terminal. The screen showed a dimmed version of a sun, spinning slowly inside of its reactor. Dash exclaimed an awed sound while Eric set the CNC and assembly bots to create the remaining pieces of the suit. "Amazing, isn't it?" he asked before sliding his legs into a pair of leggings that looked like the sleeve. "That reaction will last forever if the containment isn't breached." He picked up the boots from their place before returning to the table. He opened them and removed a wide vector nozzle from the bottom, tossing it back behind him.
"What are you doing now?" Mat asked as he inserted an orb with a hole in it. Eric closed the boot, connecting hoses and metal piping to the boot and leggings. He stepped into the reengineered pieces, slipping on a shirt that matched the leggings before lifting the reactor housing and putting it on his back.
"Now that plasma is not needed," he said, putting on the sleeves and replacing a similar device with a wire cage and lens. "I don't have to use as many alloys. I can use straight titanium and tungsten parts to reduce weight and increase integrity. Also," he said, gasping as the reactor shook hard once, powering the remaining devices. "I no longer have to work on one part at a time." He lifted the pieces of gold hued metal and placed them on the legs, abdomen, back and arms of the suit. Once he finished, the suit looked like a steel him, albeit with out the muscle structure and scars. He jumped into the air, pressing a button in the back of his arm before another bang was heard. He had disappeared, a cloud of smoke in his place.
"Eric!" Dash shouted as she ran to where he once was. She looked around, damning her lack of ability to fly. "Eric!" she said, tears welling as she fell to her knees. He had been destroyed, the suit backfiring and vaporizing him before the reaction dissipated.
"What are you crying for?" he said as he levitated behind her. Dash turned around as he landed on the ground. She reared up and punched him in the face.
"You idiot!" she yelled before hugging him. "you scared me to death." He hugged her back, letting go before tapping a touch screen on his arm.
"Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to scare you. I forgot to add in the restraining commands on the thrust." He pointed back into a shadowed section of the room. "Luckily this place is huge," he joked. "A wall would have been painful at those speeds." Mat crossed his arms, observing the suit.
"Do you have an idea on how to guard your head and neck?" he asked, pointing at the blond man. "Those are vital, and I doubt they would survive a crash." Eric shrugged, the hydraulics hissing under the plates as he did.
"I need an interface system like the glasses we use, but it shouldn't be too hard." He said. Mat and Eric talked for hours about how best to have the computer control minor system. Eric already had an idea but he decided to let Mat talk. For a man that looked like a killing machine, he was surprisingly educated in computers and the like.
"I was thinking of developing a specific AI that could control the variable surfaces and monitor the thrust capabilities." Eric said. "It would only know those things and could monitor vital signs, radio, sonar, radar, weapons and things of that nature as secondary directives." Mat nodded in agreement before standing up.
"I concur," he said. "Well, it was fun. But I'm late for a date with a tree and a stringed instrument." He turned around and walked back to the lift, waving back over his shoulder. Eric sat in the chair, waiting on the CNC to finish the neck brace and helmet he had put in for. He wrote down equations and code for the AI as he waited, Dash now investigating the thin frame of steel the plasma had burned through. The machine dinged its notification as several bands of metal came rolling off the line. He walked over and attached them to the mechanics on his neck. They fit like a glove, rotating freely while remaining structurally impregnable.
"Well," he said, setting the note pad down and entering commands on the suits computer. "I'm done for the day." He took the net piece off, which had collapsed into one crescent shaped object. A boom arm came down from the ceiling as the legs began to scale down to the shins of the boots. The arm connected and separated the chest piece, lifting it over his head as he stepped out of the boots. Dash watched the whole process, impressed at how quickly it came off. Eric removed the gloves and typed in something on the terminal. "I want it painted black," he sang, laughing afterwards and the pieces of armor were lifted away towards a powder coat station.
"So what do you want to do for the rest of the day?" Dash asked as Eric put on his coat. "I have nothing but time until this darn wing heals," she said scowling at the gimpy limb. Eric laughed and held out a hand.
"How about we practice your dancing," he suggested, taking her hoof. "The Grand Galloping Gala is two weeks away, and as a Knight I am expected to be there." They began to move around the lab, laughing together as they awkwardly feigned dancing. "And I would never go with out my date," he said, planting a kiss on her. She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder, holding him.
"I'm not much for fancy dances," she said, looking him in the face. "The last Gala I went to was a complete disaster." She said as Eric let her go. "Although it was kind of me and the girls' fault." She said, laughing at the memories. They climbed into the elevator, heading up into the sun.
the walked out of the town, disobeying the doctors orders. Eric had offered to show her where he was going to have the house built, pointing to the mountain top between Cloudsdale, Canterlot and Ponyville. "I'm having it put up there so you almost have to be a Pegasus to reach it," he said. looking at her as they sat on a grassy hilltop. "And the view should be spectacular," he said, sighing and looking into the distance. He had never seen such a peaceful land on Earth. There was always either smog or signs of an age old war gone by. This land was pristine and calm, save for the zombies he hunted during his day job.
"I have a house outside Ponyville," Dash said. "It's huge, pillars and everything." She looked down. "But I've been thinking about moving away. Not many ponies come to visit and I hardly stay in it anyway. I usually don't even sleep there." she looked down at her hooves, fidgeting.
Eric looked at her, her mood having gone from happy and relaxed to depressed. "Why don't you stay in your house, Dashie?" he asked, moving a stray hair from her brow. She shrugged.
"When I had it made, I was in a relationship." She said, remembering the white colt's face. "Everything was perfect, and it looked like we were going to get married," she stopped, scratching at the ground. "but then I caught him cheating on me with another mare, and in my own bed to top it off." She huffed and wiped away the face she had drawn without thinking. "So yeah, though it's nice, it's also empty and kinda depressing."
Eric gave a wan smile as she laid her head on her front hooves. "Come here," he said, pulling her closer and holding her in his arm. "If you're so set on it," he said, poking her in the side and making her laugh. "I guess I could share the house." He said smiling at her. She giggled and leaned against his chest as the sun started to go down.
"I'd like that," she said as he held her. "I'd like that a lot." They stayed there until the sun was on the horizon, sharing the silence. They got up when the bells of the castle sounded, signaling everypony inside. They walked in past Sapphire and Mat, who were perched on the walls. Mat was playing a violin softly as Sapphire leaned on his shoulder. Eric waved to him, and mat nodded back. On the way through town, Eric heard the thump of bass at the Darkhorse club picking up. he wasn't much for them, but he did enjoy a good light show from the catwalk sometimes.
"Hey, Dashie," he said as they neared the club. She looked up at him, following where he was pointing. "Want to go in?" he asked. "I'm not all that tired and I think we should have some fun, after all," he said, rubbing the back of his head. "You deserve some fun after I nearly scared you to death at the lab." She giggles and nodded.
"A drink and some fun sounds good." she said as they walked down Mane Street. There was a brown earth pony handing flyers out in front of the club.
"Open mic night!" she yelled, giving out flyers as ponies passed by. "Open mic night! Step up to the stage and strut your stuff! All customers welcome to try their hoof at the stage!" Eric and Dash walked up and took a flyer each. "Hey, I know you!" the pony said, shaking Dash's hoof. "You're the mare that drummed for Keith at Metal Mania a few years ago." Dash smiled that somepony remembered the night. "You should definitely get on the skins again, I haven't heard drums that epic since Steel Shod played through a year ago."
Eric looked at the flyer. The open positions were bass, drums, vocals and rhythm guitar. Apparently Keith was doing the lead for all played songs. He thought about his teenage years in the garage band he played. He had sang and played the rhythm guitar. "Aren't you Eric?" the earth pony asked, shaking his hand. "Thanks for getting my marefriend out of that cave yesterday," she said as he let go. "You want to take the stage too?" she asked. Eric nodded. "What do you play?" she asked.
"A little guitar, but singing is my forte." He said, remembering the covers he played with his bros. "I'd love to give it a try again," he said with a smile. "How good is Keith, by the way?" he asked. Dash and the pony looked at him in disbelief.
"You've never heard him when he filled in for Steel Shod?" Dash asked. Eric raised his hands, not knowing who they were. "They are just like Earth's Metallica," she explained. Eric nodded his understanding. It seemed that Celestia must have told every pony about earth and humans over the TV.
"Does Equestria have an equivalent to Five Finger Death Punch?" he asked, letting Dash think.
"Not until Keith played their music during Metal Mania last year." She said. "He played a song called Dying Breed, and he took it from there. Between tours with Steel Shod he plays solo at the clubs near Ponyville, Baltimare and Canterlot. Usually hosting an open mic to find members for the next tour." She looked at him questioningly. "Why do you want to know?" she asked.
"I was in a FFDP cover band when I was younger," he said. "I want to have fun though mostly." He said as he walked toward the entrance. The bouncer let them through, lifting the rope. The strobes and show lasers were in full effect as the DJ from the last time he was there and Keith seemed to be battling it out on the stage. The unicorn was churning out drum and bass tracks while Keith was showing her up with his skills on the guitar. The crowd was going nuts and cheering him on. A pony pulled them to the side.
"Hey Eric!" the unicorn said over the music. "I want to thank you for getting me out of there! I'm Little Strife!" the pony held up a hoof and wobbled. He was obviously drunk off his hooves and wasn't himself. Eric shook his hoof. "Are you going to be up on the stage? It's open mic night and Keith is Kick tail at guitar." Eric looked over as a screech echoed through the club. Keith was pulling on the whammy bar, holding the highest chord possible. Two of the amps burst into flames, provoking a roar from the crowd as the DJ stepped back and bowed to him. She had just lost. "The stage is this way, it will get you to the roster to sign up for a battle or a song."
Eric thanked the pony and followed his directions, Dash following close behind. They reached another bouncer. "You want in? sign the roster. You'll be up next." Eric and Dash signed for a full song, Dash for a beat battle with Vinyl Scratch afterwards. The bouncer handed Eric a guitar and pick as Dash walked onto the stage to manic applause. She seemed to revel in the glory of recognition. The bouncer gave him a mic and let him through. "Go get 'em sir." He said as Eric passed by.
He pointed at Keith from back stage as he looked his direction. Eric held up a hand, making a fist. Keith nodded. Eric stepped out, putting the guitar strap around his neck. He lifted the mic to his lips. "Five finger," he growled into the microphone in his deepest voice. The crowd burst into cheers. "Five Finger!" he screamed gutturally into the mic, this time Dash let loose a drum beat. The crowd screamed "Death Punch!" Eric set the mic into its stand.
Keith called out the song to Dash and Eric, and Dash raised her sticks. She brought them down on the cymbals as Eric began to grind out a rhythm. Keith joined in with some squalling chords before Eric stepped up to the mic. In an impressive likeness to Ivan Moody of the named band, he began.
Tossed into my mind, stirring the calm!
You splash me with beauty and then you pull me down!
Because you came from out of nowhere,
My glance turns to a stare,
They returned to the instrumentals as the crowd flailed and stomped about.
Obsession rules me, I'm yours from the start!
I know that you see me, Our eyes interlock!
Because you came from out of nowhere,
My glance turns to a stare,
One minute here, and one minute there,
Don't know if I'll laugh or cry!
One minute here, and one minute there,
And then you wave goodbye!
Goodbye.
The process repeated, save for a few ponies that decided to stage dive.
Sifting to the bottom, every day for two!
All energy funnels, all becomes you!
Because you came from out of nowhere,
My glance turns to a stare!
One minute here, and one minute there,
Don't know if I'll laugh or cry!
One minute here, and one minute there,
And then you wave goodbye!
One minute here, and one minute there,
And then I wave goodbye!
Goodbye!
They played the outro as The white unicorn took the tables again. "Give it up Ponies!" She yelled into her mic. "Get your Bucking hooves in the air!" she said as Eric and Keith walked off stage towards the bar. Vinyl dropped a record onto the tables as Dash began their beat war. Keith and Eric sat at the bar, being passed two shots of what looked like Absinthe from two mares at the other end of the bar.
"Poor girls," Keith sad, elbowing Eric in the arm. "They have no idea you two are together, do they?" he asked, downing his shot and ordering more in a larger glass. Eric looked at him funny as he threw back his.
"I'm surprised you do," he said. "It only happened last night and now the whole fucking world seems to know." Keith laughed as he sipped from his glass of glowing green alcohol. "The hell is this stuff anyway?" Eric asked as the bartender handed him one too.
"Ambrosia," Keith said. Eric took a drink and felt his head spin. He wobbled in his seat from the sudden effect. "What you had before was actual Absinthe, chasing it with this floods your blood and gets you drunk face. Doesn't seem to do much for me anymore though," he said, laughing as Eric winced.
"You are one crazy son of a bitch, Keith," Eric said as he recognized the beat having changed to Deadmau5's Moar Ghosts 'n stuff. Dash walked up and leaned back against the bar, taking Eric's drink and staring down the two mares at the end of the bar. They snapped their view to each other and giggled, walking off to dance. Dash took a swig and handed the glass back.
"That was great!" she yelled. "I haven't had that much fun on the skins since Metal Mania the first time!" Keith downed the rest of his drink and god down from the stool.
"I'd love to stay and talk," he said. "But Twi is expecting my back at the castle." He waved as he walked toward the door. Dash, hooked a hoof under Eric's chin and turned his face to her. She kissed him, searching for entry with her tongue and quickly finding it.
"Lets go somewhere more private," she said into his ear and pointing to the catwalk above. Eric smiled and grabbed onto the skeletal support beam. Dash climbed onto his back as he began to climb up.
on the catwalk were several shadowed figures smoking in the dark. they were passing a joint around and held it out to Keith. The smoke rolling off of it smelled chemical, meaning it was spiced with PCP. He took it and passed by Dash, not letting her have it. "Hey!" she yelled as he handed it to a unicorn.
"Uh uh, you don't." he said, grabbing her as she made for the weed. "That roach will mess you up kid, it's laced." He said, making her calm down and understand he was looking out for her. A pony in a black suit and tie stopped in front of the two. "You have anything not spiced?" Eric asked. the pony reached into his saddle bags and took out a dropper bottle, an Eightball, and a bag of grass. "How much for the eight and the grass?" Eric asked.
"The ball's a C and the grass is twenty," the red pony held out a bag for him to put the money. Eric had done Cocaine as a kid, it wasn't a big thing when he did, but he wasn't going to let Dash have it. Eric gave the pony a hundred fifty bits and took the Ball and the bag, letting the pony keep the Acid. Eric handed Dash the bag of marijuana and a pipe from the table, opening the wrapper on the ball. He broke a bit off, tasting it. It was pure.
"Well I'll be damned," he muttered, breaking more off and lining it up. He considered letting her try it since it wasn't cut. "You want to do a line or two with me?" he asked as she held the lighter to the bowl, inhaling deeply. She coughed once, holding her breath and handing him the pipe.
"Sure," she said, keeping the smoke in until she was ready. Eric inhaled the smoke also, leaving enough room in his lungs to snort the coke. Dash had the straw in her hoof, waiting on Keith. He picked one up, holding his nostril closed around it. Dash exhaled her breath before inhaling the white powder with Eric, each taking half of the five inch line. She closed her eyes and held her head after dropping the straw and sitting back in a chair. "Arg, Dammit that fucking hurts!" she exclaimed before the stimulant numbed her sinuses. Eric rubbed his eye, that being what hurt before it took effect.
"No shit, kid," he grunted as the high set in. The room started spinning and the euphoria kicked into over drive. "But damn it's worth it." He looked at her. Her pupils were the size of saucers and she was staring at Eric. "You good, Dashie?" he said, waving a hand in front of her. She shook her head and snapped out of what ever was going on.
"Yeah, yeah I'm good." she said, sniffing. There was a trickle of blood running out of her left nostril. "But I'm never doing that again," she said. Eric nodded and gave the rest of the Eightball to somepony else, who happily took it. "I'm going to stick to weed and booze, I think." She muttered as she wiped the blood off on a napkin.
"Agreed," Eric said. "I've done that before and it wasn't nearly as concentrated as that." He held up the pipe and offered it to her. She happily obliged as he held the flame of the lighter to the bowl. She pulled on the smoke, filling her lungs to full capacity before letting him hit it. "This is nuts," he said before he hit off the pipe. "I've never seen anyone this open about drug use on earth." Dash nodded and waved a hoof.
"Celestia legalized everything but the synthetic stuff like horn dust and Methanphetamine." She exhaled, coughing a few times. "She figured that if it wasn't illegal, the black market would have one less thing to put on the streets. It's also regulated by age." She took another drag, pushing it away and waving a hoof. "Once a pony reaches twenty-one they can drink, do drugs and smoke tobacco." Eric exhaled the smoke feeling rather floaty. The princesses choice made sense to him, they did it nearly everywhere in Europe and the crime rates plummeted. He felt a pressure on his leg and looked. Dash was sitting on his lap, kissing at his neck. Eric pushed her head back off from him and kissed her stroking a wing. She moaned into his mouth, wrapping her tongue with his as they darted in and out of each others mouths.
Eric landed on the bed at the motel with Dash on top of him. She had made her request known at the club and he was all too happy to oblige her. When they came into the room, Eric had tossed his coat, shirt and belt into the corner before being tackled. She locked her lips onto his, tasting the alcohol on his tongue before biting his lip gently. She worked her way down his neck and chest, biting at the scars on his stomach. He twitched as she did, the nerves bringing up encounters.
She unclasped the button on his pants, lowering them to the floor and taking his piece in her mouth. She twirled her tongue over the shaft, bobbing her head. "Damn, where did you learn that?" Eric moaned as she nipped at the head. Dash took the length into her throat, swallowing. The muscle contractions were driving Eric to his peak fast. "D-Dash…" He stammered as she pulled back. "D-Dash, Slow-oh my god." she was lapping the length, begging like a dog for his load. "Shit," he muttered, twitching as he stared at the ceiling. Dash caught every drop, milking his shaft for more. "Sssstop!" he hissed through his teeth from the sensory overload, pulling back away from her. Dash flicked the tip with her tongue, giggling as he fell back on the bed.
She crawled up onto his chest, sliding across his chest and licking his ear slowly. "How was that?" she whispered as he panted. Dash giggled as he stammered. "Shut up," she mumbled before kissing him. Eric was moving without his brain now, still trying to figure out what had just happened. He had lifted her into his arms before laying her down on her back carefully, trying not to hurt her wing. She stuck her tongue out at him and winked. She placed a hoof on his head as he kissed her stomach. "Down boy," she joked, pushing slightly. He kissed her navel, causing her to giggle. "More…" he moved down farther, kissing her on her lips. "Right there," she moaned as he lapped between her folds.
She was soaking wet, his tongue and fingers finding there way in without hesitation. Eric took his time, lightly brushing the sensitive bud to cause her to squirm. "Oh, hurry up…" she groaned as he made a deep pass with his tongue. He slid it along her clit, making her yelp and moan, wriggling under his touch. He closed his lips around the bead, lapping the hardened flesh while he plunged his middle fingers into her folds. He could feel her walls clenching around his fingers, her bud pulsing with each lick. "E-Eric, I'm gonna cum!" she cried before the long awaited climax racked her body. She froze, her back arched and wings extended before she gasped for breath and fell back. She lay there panting, running her hooves through Eric's hair. He smirked, grazing her bud with his teeth. She yelped and bounced as he made his way back up.
"Feel better?" Eric asked, kissing her neck and ears. She moaned and melted under him. "I thought so," he said, nibbling on her jaw softly. She moved around under him, trying to get back on top. He blocked her every move, toying with her. She stopped moving and looked up into his eyes. "We aren't done yet," he said, kissing her passionately. She hummed into the kiss as she felt the head of his piece pressing against her folds.
"More," she whispered between kisses. He obeyed her command, pressing just enough to pass the lips. She squirmed under him more. "I said more, baby." She demanded, wrapping her back legs around his waist and pulling herself onto him. She sank all ten inches into her, wincing from the sudden pressure. She moaned as she felt his every move, his pulse now driving her insane. Eric wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up as he leaned back. She stayed there for a moment, breathing against his shoulder. she felt him move again, her clit brushing against him and sending a jolt through her body. "Please," she whined into his ear. "Take me please," he whispered.
Eric moved slowly, rotating his hips until he had almost pulled out. he moaned with each thrust, sighing into his ear with every pull. Eric began to pick up his pace slightly, finding she was mirroring his motions. She slammed down on him with every thrust, trying to take him deeper. She wanted more, she wanted harder, faster. She shifted her weight, pushing him back onto the mattress. "What part of 'Dash' do you not understand?" she asked, kissing him roughly.
Eric bucked his hips into her, increasing his speed as she began to thrust back. "That's more like it," she moaned as he continued to pick up speed. Eric sat up, touching her wing tip and causing her to whimper. "yes," she moaned. "There, yes!" Eric kissed her wing, nibbling at the feathers as Dash continued to bounce on his shaft. "Gods I'm so close!" she yelled, slamming against him faster. She was just on the edge, her release teasing her from just beyond her reach.
Eric was thrusting as fast as he could without sacrificing performance. Sex for him was a game that he was good at, and he knew it. He was pulling almost completely out before slamming back in, syncing his motions with the mare on top of him. He could feel his cum rise as she shouted her pleads to the gods. He was using all of his spare concentration to hold out until she finished. She seemed to be teetering on the edge, shuddering and panting with each thrust. All he wanted was to make her feel pleasure right now, he had to find a way to help her. He adjusted his position, his piece rasping against her hardened bud.
"Yes! Gods Yes! Oh! I'm Coming!" Dash screamed as she climaxed. Her wings extended toward the sky, her back arching and her breath catching in her throat. She tried to scream but all she could manage were staggered gasps. She could feel Eric's member throb as he loosed jet after jet of cum deep inside her. she cried out in ecstasy as she fell from her orgasm, falling limp on top of Eric as he panted.
Eric felt his heart hammering at a manic pace inside his chest and ears, his lover collapsed on top of him exhausted. He waited for his breathing to slow, feeling Dashed chest rise and fall. "That… Was… Great," she managed to gasp out. Eric let his arms fall from around her waist, landing on the bed with a thump. Dash sat up slightly, her wings having lost the strength to hold themselves up any longer. She kissed Eric softly before falling back down on his chest. They stayed there, entangled in each other., silence engulfing the room as their breathing slowed.
Eric could feel her heart and breathing slow as Rainbow Dash fell asleep on top of him. He tried to pull out but was stopped as Dash wrapped her arms around his neck. "Don't pull out," she whispered. "It feels too good." Eric lifted his arms around her, holding her lust below her wings. She continued to fall from consciousness as Eric threw the blankets over them, kissing her on the cheek. "I love you, Eric." She whispered in her half dreams. She repeated the words over and over as he stroked her mane. Her words faded in his ears as he fell asleep, reappearing in his dreams.
He was standing in a meadow just outside of Ponyville in the late spring. Willow trees surrounded a peaceful glade, a still pond filled with lilypads in full bloom lay in the distance. He looked around, seeing rows of carved chairs filled with ponies and humans. There was Leoj, Mat, Sapphire, his son Liam and his mother and father. There was also Twilight, Keith, Applejack, Rarity, a large purple and green lizard, Soarin, Fluttershy, a pink pony with a very fluffed mane and tail, Princess Luna, The boy Leoj had stopped named Najmi, Princess Dark Fusion, and a swath of other ponies he hadn't met. There were four humans also he did not know. Princess Celestia was there, coming into view as he turned around. she talked without sound, Eric answering her in kind. And all the while he continued to hear the words Dash repeated in her dreams.
Leoj sat on the window of the Inn, just outside of Eric's room. The rain poured from the sky in a torrent of quarter size drops. He had the hood of his cloak up, staying as dry as he could in the sudden cloudburst. He looked up at the moon that showed through the clouds, a pensive look on his face. "Be it Prophecy of Farce, I cannot tell. This moment is not set in time." He looked over his shoulder, the room dark and silent as it had been for the past hour. "Your choices from this moment on decide the fate of Equestria, and the one you love. Make good with your conscience and this too, shall pass." He stood on the sill, looking into the road below. Two ponies walked in opposite directions, umbrellas balanced on their backs. "I am sorry that I cannot help you, but this is your own journey." He stepped off the bricks, passing through time as he reached the sidewalk below.
Hey bronies. I want to thank you all for reading this story six chapters in. Your advice and feedback have really helped me continue this restart farther than I expected I would. You are all awesome beyond belief.
If you were wondering before, yes I was going to throw you all a lemon. But considering the way things were last chapter, (and by the fact that I was exhausted when I got to the point to put it in,) I decided to give you all a well deserved one. I worked hard on this, so DO NOT FAP! (go ahead if you want XD)
The song is From Out of Nowhere by Five Finger Death Punch (all rights reserved)
The armor suit, before you say anything, is not based off of Iron Man. Eric's suit uses thrusters, not repulsors. "But u sed!" I said nothing! Plasma Repulsion is used in specialized government satellites. It is also very unstable. The reactor core allows generators in the back of the boots and the chest piece to create vectored thrust.
Now, yes. The house is going to be a lot like what is shown in the Iron Man movies. No it will not have Jarvis. And before you say anything trollish. I FUCKING LIKE THAT HOUSE, DEAL! :D
Please R&R :)
Najmi, Princess Dark Fusion, and Night forge – used with permission of Najee.
Mat and Sapphire – used with permission of Bahamut Crisis Core
Leoj Clocktum and Little Strife – used with permission of Timefather64