!Pinkie‘s Party Journal ! - Flutter-well! (Part One!)
Ohh, this one’s a lil’ mystery. With suspense, intrigue and a Dash of Drama to boot! I can’t tell you too much, or it’s gonna ruin the surprise party! So, just have fun and roll with it, okay? ...wait, WHAT? I’m not even in this piece? TWILIGHT! Whyyyyyyyy?

Steps echoed down the long corridor tiled in cold, clinical whites. It was about the only noise filling the dimly lit area, save the occasional muffled groan from one of the heavy-set steel doors lining its sides. So the melodic, almost casual chatter was an even starker contrast, as one of the figures in sterile white spoke. “Everything’s quiet. Think we can turn in early today, mh, Elsa?”

The fair-haired nurse gave a casual nod. “Oh? Even the new one? Hear she’s a real handful.”

The elder nurse, Camila, gave an amused, downright unprofessional snort. “Hah. You don’t know half of it. You seen her?”

Elsa shrugged, listing her professional assessment. “Should I? The case file didn’t seem that unusual. Delusions of grandeur. Coherent. Fits of aggression when assumed reality is perturbed. Standard medication and fixing kit for higher risk patients. What, is she claiming to be Cleopatra or something?”

The other nurse once more shared a hearty chuckle at that naive assessment, pointing at the reinforced door of the padded cell behind them. She opened the view slit with a loud clanking noise. “Not...quite. See for yourself.”

Elsa stepped up with an eye-roll and peeked inside, just go gasp “Holy crap!”

There, tied to the sturdy metal bed-frame with a full set of medical segufix restraints, laid a pale azure pony. Dashing rainbow mane and tail were strewn about uncombed, a cocky little smile gracing that toony snout. And those big, purple cartoon eyes seemed to peek right at them, even if the wearer was apparently sedated.

“What the heck, Camila? Is she some costume fetishist, or does she really believe she is...whatever this is?”

“Yes. She believes she is “Rainbow Dash”, a cartoon pony character of some sort.“ the other nurse answered with a snicker.

Elsa just shook her head in acute disbelief. “Serious Horse Crazy. I thought I’d seen anything. But sure that’s not just some con-goer gone wild, drunk and depraved? Plus, why’s she still in that thing? That’s just likely to reinforce the delusions.”

Camila flipped a page on her patient sheet. “See, that’s the just it. She reacts with extreme aggression and discomfort to that. We speculate to her mind, removing the costume is akin to skinning her alive.”

The other nurse certainly seemed taking aback at this, hiding a small shiver as she nervously tugged her sleeves. “Creepy. But so remove it while she sleeps?”

The older practitioner gave a sigh for once, gesturing with her notepad “See, we tried once. It was a disaster. All we got was an empty shell. Her mind doesn’t seem to respond at all without the costume present. Even her brain waves flatten out as if she’s trapped in some sort of waking coma. The only way to talk to her is with the costume on. It’s an unique, if frustrating case, but the staff psychologist made us dress her up again.” she explained.

“Could we identify her?”

“Well, the cops tried, but that’s the next crazy thing. For one, they didn’t dare take her out of the suit because, uh, well, she’s female, and possibly underage. They couldn’t ID her. She has no fingerprints.”

“What?” Elsa inquired in bafflement at the next medical anomaly.

“Hey, I know it’s crazy, but she is so completely delusional she might have...scrubbed them off somehow. They’re blank and smooth, save for an u-shaped little wedge in front. Though one of the doctors said it could be a rare genetic disorder. Adermato...glyphia? Still think self mutilation is more likely, it’s supposedly freakishly rare.”

“Talk about outlandish...yeah, sorry, that is not something I want in my career.” The other nurse shook her head with a shudder.

“Me neither. I read the first session protocols. Seems impenetrable. But we have to treat her at least in some way. Inspection’s coming up before long.” Camila rationalized with a sigh.

“Well, just keep her drugged up and tell the night shift to be careful. We’ll figure something out later.”

“Got it. Hey, you’re up for karaoke later? We’re having a lil’ shindig down at the japanese place.” her colleague piped up with much more enthusiasm now.

“So long as they have something besides sushi, count me in.”

With that, their steps faded down the dimly lit hallway, leaving the azure pony to its lonesome imprisonment and uncertain fate.



Meanwhile, in a police lab not too far away…

“Mhmmm…mmmm. Ahhh, this Darjeeling is so soft and mellow.” Doctor Nora Wells was humming happily over her latest relaxing fine-tuned bowl of tea. She took another gulp before taking up her knitting needles again, continuing work on a most adorable kitten scarf.

“Looking good, Nora. Another one for the guys on night shift?” came a deep, yet friendly voice from the nearby door. It still sure made the lithe, auburn-haired female jump and clutch her yellow top tightly for comfort.

“HAAAAH. Sean. For all that is holy, would you PLEASE learn to knock sometime?” she mouthed exasperatedly.

“My bad. But you know, if you ever want to go out on patrols, you can’t be that jumpy.” he excused with a well-meaning shrug.

“I know, I know. Just...bad memories. You know how it is.” She rubbed her side, giving a sigh and taking some calming, slow breaths.

“I’d have figured given how full of good advice you usually are, you’d have found some way to treat that.”

She shook her head energically. “Self-therapy is always problematic. Hard to be objective, and easy to self-sabotage.”

“If you say so. Listen. I didn’t want to interrupt, but there was quite the ruckus during the day-shift today. Big ol’ mess with a suicidal person on a bridge.” Sean filled her in carefully.

Certainly not carefully enough though. Nora stared at him in disbelief, blinked, then blinked again, speechless. Finally, she managed a disturbed “WHAT?”

“Biggs handled it. She’s in custody. Brought her to Silver Birch Sanatorium.” her colleague mouthed, not exactly calming the forensic psychologist.

“Oh my god. Biggs? Is that poor woman physically okay? What happened exactly? Where’s the intake documentation? Do we have a report of the apprehension, personal items, identification?”

“Now, now, calm down. She should be fine, but so...that’s what went down...”


Earlier that day...

“THIS IS THE POLICE. STAND DOWN. STEP BACK FROM THE RAILING” the megaphone-amplified voice yelled as a complete squad of troopers surrounded their target.

The azure-hued rainbow pony just laughed, kicking the flimsy railing of the bridge and casually peeking down at the raging currents hundreds of feet below the bridge. “Hahahaha! What, you’ve come to challenge me, you silly changelings? What a foolish disguise. I see right through you. I won’t submit to your queen. We’ll see who is the faster creature! Did you forget I can fly?”

“Oh, for the love of bacon, where’s that damn de-escalation specialist!” one of the cops winced, as they weren’t making any headway. That weird pony-costumed person kicked at the air and whirled around so close to the edge any approach could end in disaster – if mostly for the obviously crazy person they tried to apprehend.

“Please, Mister. We are here to help. Just come towards us...” the cop with the megaphone tried to instruct a bit more calmly. But all he got was:

“Mister? Can’t you guys recognize a mare when she punches you in the face? Seriously sexist! Come on. Who wants to get to know these hooves? Show me some spunk, shape-changing horde of goons!”

Apparently, no one was going to take the chance up close. Though the Sergeant clearly had enough of this charade. “Prepare the tasers. We’re taking this loon down.” he commanded.

“But Sir. That is a very risky move. She could fall.” one of the other officers piped up.

The Sergeant was unyielding. “Still sure it’s a guy. They’re into this kind of crazy. Plus, would you want to admit a girl knocked you on your ass? Look. You have got that dumb immobilizing foam we never use? Prepare that, just in case. But I’m not gonna miss lunch because a crazy horse costumer tried to throw themselves off a bridge for kicks. Got it?”

He gave another signal to the person with the megaphone. “This is the last warning. Step away from the railing. We will have to use force otherwise.”

“Cute. You love-sucking insectoid lot always think just because you show up in force, you’ll win. But not this time!”

Sergeant Biggs had enough. “Fire.”

Despite mind-bendingly nimble dodges, three of the many taser guns found their aim, and Rainbow Dash gasped and stuttered, collapsing into an azure, unconscious heap. The cops immediately surrounded her and cuffed the pony, pulling the slumped individual towards the main van.

Biggs was downright gleeful. “See? Easy. We don’t need no psycho-whatever. Just put them in a cell, interrogate them, and then we’ll send them to the loony bin. No use in wasting our time. Get a move on, they have my favorite meatballs today.



Back in the police lab…

“Biggs did WHAT? I swear, I’m going to march up there and grab him by the collar and give him...a really stern talking to!” Dr. Wells decided, attempting to muster all her outrage.

“Woh, wooh...easy, hold your horses, Wells. Like you told me, never decide in a rash of emotion. Breathe. Take another sip of tea.”

She shook with rage still, but finally accepted the advice and settled down in the chair. Nonetheless, she lamented. “But seriously. A suicidal individual, and no one has told me? This was exactly why I’ve been assigned to the department. To promote de-escalation policies and reduce the risk to both officers and perpetrators.”

“I know, I know. Sorry. But you know how it is. They’re still not used to you. They see it as an almost-civilian meddling in their enforcement. That’s not sitting well with the old-timers.” Sean excused the officer’s attitudes.

“They’re such a pain. Either way, we can’t let this linger. Can you please drive me there? I’d rather sort this out earlier than later.” Wells begged with big, pleasing eyes, switching from outrage to cuteness in the blink of an eye.

He had experience though, and did quickly look to the side, mumbling “I don’t know. Maybe we should inform the shift lead first...”

“NOW, please? I’ll make you another scarf too.” burst out of her, as she gripped his arm softly to make another plea.

Sean sighed and finally gave in. “Oh fine. Let’s ride.”


An hour later, at Silver Birch Sanatorium reception...

The bored night-nurse on duty peeked up from her computer and eyed the two visitors with some suspicion, though still asked professionally “How can I help you? You’re here for one of our patients?”

The smaller woman spoke up right away. “I have been informed that my help is required in parole and re-integration duties. A patient has been delivered here before I could complete my assessment. I apologize for the circumstance, but I’d like to see her, make sure her health is stable, and retrieve her to complete the procedures.”

“Listen, Miss...”

“Wells. Dr. Wells. District Forensic Psychologist” she flashed her ID and Badge.

“Miss Wells. That’s all nice and good, but I would need a release form and an official transfer request...” the nurse replied unconvinced and a little disrespectfully. Clearly, she just wanted to resume her idle computer tasks.

Wells wasn’t having any of it. “I fear you misunderstood. I am not asking you to release your patient. I am asking you to release MY patient, which was mistakenly delivered here, and complete my federally mandated assessment duty. Would you like to find your name in a police report associated with a felony? That report is due tomorrow. And either my demands are met right now, or you’ll get mail from the lead prosecutor. Am I clear?“ she hammered home, getting more into the nurses’ face with each sentence, visibly making her shrink back in defense.

“Okay, okay, Miss. Just...please sign the form anyway? I’ll get the keys” the nurse conceded.

“Sure. Lead on then...” Dr. Wells said with a satisfied nod, before whispering to a rather impressed Sean. “I really dislike having to intimidate people. We’ll have to send her a thank you/really sorry present later. But sometimes you have to. The poor girl. I can’t have another Biggs Victim on my consciousness.”

Soon, they both were escorted into the almost deserted facility, passing the iron gate and heading towards the high security section, while Dr. Wells quickly flipped through the patient short-file she’d been handed in growing amazement. Still, she once more reached for Sean’s hand, but this time to reassure him, knowing this place made him more uncomfortable than her.

Indeed, as they approached the right cell, he remained a bit back, letting her handle the inspection. Wells asked to be let in, and immediately surged towards the costumed patient, both in wonder and surprise. On one hand, she was all professional:

“I need the full record of the medication given to her, attempted therapy, session records and everything else you can release to law enforcement. Get us a printout, please and thank you, I’ll sign for all of it.” she waved the attendant off after making sure the patient was breathing and healthy.
Though soon as the nurse departed, it became clear she really just wanted that moment to fawn over the sight. That pony was just...SO DAMNABLY CUTE. She even squeed a little bit - if quietly, hoping Sean wouldn’t notice.

Still, she voiced an awe-filled “Just look at her. She’s kind of amazing, isn’t she?”. Her gaze was all over the unconscious costume-pony, watching the pale moonlight dance across the colorful strands of mane and almost make the soft blueish plush-fur glow. The pony seemed so serene, almost smiling contently, if a bit cockily on that cute little snout. She just wanted to hug it so much, but just barely kept herself in check.

“Uhm. Pardon?” Sean voiced in confusion, blinking, but apparently not seeing quite the same thing. “Can you explain what’s even going on here? THAT is your patient? Why do they look like, uhm, whatever this is?”

Dr. Wells shook her head from the moment’s magic, but still explained “Nevermind. Just...admiring a unique mindset. I’ve always wondered how it’d be if we all wore our inner selves on the outside. For some of us, it’s a little bit like that.”

By Sean’s puzzled expression, that explained pretty much nothing. So she just sighed and elaborated. “She thinks she’s some kind of pony-like animal person. It’s unusual, but not unheard of. Anyhow, let’s carefully load her up. We can take a stretcher. Just tilt the back bench a bit, and then we’ll be on our way.”

“A...Pony? What? No wonder she’s here. Sure you want to take her with you? That’s a wee bit crazy for coco puffs.” he considered worriedly.

Dr. Wells scoffed. “Just trust my assessment, will you? She just needs a helping hand. Now please?”

He relented and grabbed Rainbow Dash, and soon, they made it out without incident, medical report in hand, and an unconscious pony on the back-bench of their patrol car.


Later that evening, Police Psychologist’s Office...


“There, she’s coming to!” Dr. Wells breathed a sigh of relief, retracting the syringe. By pure routine, she briefly tried to pull up the eyelids to inspecting the pupil contraction. Just to realize that of course, those pupils would never do that. She blushed, then stated apologetically “Hello, Mrs...Dash. It is nice to meet you. I am Dr...” was all she got out, before said pony galloped all over her, going from near catatonic to fully responsive in a flash.

“Fluttershy! I’m glad you’re finally here. These weirdos wouldn’t understand anything. But Applejack really needs your help. So let’s wing it back to Ponyville, okay? Everything’s ready and Everpony’s waiting!”

Both Sean and Dr. Wells seemed perplexed, and figuring this would be a tricky one, she apologetically waved her cop colleague away, while nodding in pretend-understanding.

“Ponyville. Of...course. But we cannot go to Ponyville yet, Mrs. Dash.” she insisted gently.

It didn’t phase the azure pony in the slightest. “Please, just call me Dash or Rainbow Dash. What’s with those Mrs. We’re all Mares here. But why not?”

“Uh. Sure. Of course. So. I still have duties to attend here, and we have to help you becoming...flight-worthy again. After all, I haven’t seen you fly yet. Maybe you hurt your wings and need to heal?” Dr. Wells tried to indulge the pony, trying to get a feel for how far the “delusion” went.

Dash tilted her head slightly, but then just gave a big, head-bopping nod, suggesting “Right, of course. All those little animals to take care of. But eh, I’m fine, just still a bit dazed by those meds. We should move to a better spot.”

“You’re safe here, Dash. We can speak freely” Dr. Wells attempted, but was immediately shot down.

“You’re kidding, right? This still looks like a police station. Like the crazy that tased me. You know he tried to beat me up in interrogation? Good thing he’s a wimp. But oh, he knows a crapload of cursewords. Learned quite a few good ones. Luna would wash my snout so hard if she’d ever know, heh.”

Dr. Wells was in shock “What? He assaulted you? He tried an interrogation on a mentally...unique person?” she caught herself.

Dash gazed at her in confusion for a moment, then said with a confident shrug “Oh, yeah, sure. He’s the bad cop all right. He promised all kinds of fun threatening things before giving up and having me carted off. Not sure if he’d be super happy to see me again.”

The psychologist sighed deeply, shaking her head. “Sean. Can you please check the interrogation records, and...not mention this to your colleagues? I think it really may be best if I move my patient for now. Please cover for me, okay?” she asked.

“Oh, fine. But you better bring some of your best tea next time” he gave in with a soft chuckle. “Now, get your...Pony to safety. Hope you have a good-sized stable” he joked, getting her to roll her eyes.

Dash just prodded him with a hoof, declaring “I prefer a good-sized cloud, Mister. I’m a pegasus pony after all. Noticed the wings? But thanks for helping out Fluttershy. You keep doing the good guardspony work”. With that, they left a very confused Sean. And an even more confused taxi driver, as Dr. Wells organized their ride. “Costume party surprise” was all she shared as they drove towards her home.



A little later, in Dr. Wells’ Apartment...

“Sorry about the mess. My cats have their way with the furniture in my absence. They’re real dears, but they are very playful. It’s not much, but it’s all yours for now. Just pick a comfy spot.” Dr. Wells apologized, unlocking the door.

It really seemed less human housing than animal paradise. Multiple cat pillars and scratching posts, castle-like hideaways, mice toys and twinkleballs and of course, a chamber dedicated to cardboard boxes left little room for the sparse regular furniture : just a big collapsible couch, some small chairs and a day bed for the whole two-room apartment.

Despite all that though, it was meticulously clean. Neither significant stray fur nor smelly residue could be found, which was amazing, given how plushy the big Maine Coon cat and the Persian were. They came by immediately, brushing around Dr. Wells’ legs while she carefully pushed them back from the door. The pony got a rather close inspection too, with both cats pawing at Dash as if to assess what weird, soft animal that was. They couldn’t quite figure it out, so in the end, retreated to their cat pillars to observe from above.

“They take a bit of time to warm up. Don’t mind them. Are you hungry? What do you like to eat? I can also make a relaxing tea. If you have residual headaches from the medicine, please tell me.” she offered with kindness.

“Oh, sure. Heh, not cat food please, and not hay either. I could do with some fresh fruit. Maybe some apple juice if you have it? Tea’s fine too though” Dash asked, looking around a little before stretching out on the sofa with a satisfied sigh. She looked really like a huge-sized, playful plush-toy in that pose.

“Oh? That’s a somewhat unusual pony diet. But sure. You want a straw?” Dr. Wells couldn’t help but comment with a smile, watching her guest with fascination.

“Hah! I’m not exactly your usual farm-pony, you know? Nothing against those, really. But I like some diversity in my diet, plus, those wings need some extra kick.” Rainbow Dash explained, and Dr. Wells could swear she saw them twitch a little. But of course, that couldn’t be. Just a trick of light.

“Agreed. I sure never saw any pony like you, in all honesty. And I’d love to hear more about that if you’d indulge me a little?” she tried to get back to her assessment.

“Sure, Fluttershy. You ought to know, given you’re a pegasus pony yourself after all.” Dash explained as if it was the most logical thing in the world.

Dr. Wells gave a soft chuckle “Oh? What makes you say that? I mean, I’d dare say I am a very down-to earth person. Not exactly someone to go on flights of fancy, you know?”

The azure pony waved a hoof in the air for emphasis, pointing at the psychologist with the other. “It’s not just about that. I mean, sure, flying is awesome, but you’re gentle, caring, good with animals, that kind of stuff. And a little shy.”

“Seems that’s in the name. But most are a little careful about being too assertive. It’s why society works. But tell me more, Rainbow Dash. Where are you from?”

“Oh, right. You don’t know the show, do you?” the pony voiced with a laugh. “Ah, that explains a lot.”

Now it was the doctor’s turn to tilt her head in confusion. “The... show?”

“Hehe. Ah, I bet if you had kids like Derpy you’d be all in the know. But you have Netflix, right?” Dash queried.

“I do. You know, usually...” Nora Wells tried to get back on track, but was immediately overruled.

“This will explain things much better, and you’ll understand in a flash. Here, lemme have the remote!” Dash asked.

The psychologist was skeptical. “Maybe I better do that? Your...hooves don’t seem the most prehensile, you know?”

“Nonsense. It’s all about how you use them” Rainbow Dash declared with confidence, giving the remote a hoof-slap to shoot it into the air, just to snatch it with her snout and squeeze down on the Netflix button. “See? Easy” she murmured, emphasizing that cocky grin and quickly navigating towards a certain show.

Dr. Wells was surprised, if a little embarrassed as the cute kid’s cartoon came up in the list. She might’ve watched that kind of thing had she known indeed, if not ever told anyone about it. But trying to get back to the therapy path, she murmured. “So, this is a...documentary of your life in Ponyville?”

Now it was for Dash to stare at her in confusion. Then she laughed loudly.
“Oh, don’t be silly, Fluttershy. That’s a cartoon show. This is real life.”

Nora Wells seemed both confused and relieved to hear that, and started “Then how...”

The colorful pony snickered again, preempting her question with her own perspective. “See, to simplify it down a little, I guess you could say these ponies are archetypes we follow. You know, like birth signs, totems or spirit guides. You find your calling, fit into your role, become what you’re meant to be and all that jazz.”

Nora blinked, voicing a confused “So you’re...human then, just...born in the sign of Rainbow Dash?”

“Oh, no, no. I was human, I’m a pony now.” Dash emphasized, maw-scrolling through the episode list with a soft humming of satisfaction.

“But…” Nora tried again.

The pony shook her head. “I can’t tell you the actual how yet. Once you join us though, I’ll explain all about it.”

“So there are others like you? And what’d I have to do for that?” the psychologist attempted to find out more.

“Yes. And you’d just have to sign the contract and put on your own costume. Easy.” Dash explained with a shrug.

Once more, Nora was stumped. “So wait. You realize you are wearing a costume?”

She wasn’t prepared for the self-assured “Of course. I’m a pony.”

“I...don’t quite follow.” Nora had to admit in confusion.

“Haha. I’m sorry, Fluttershy. I don’t think the explanation makes sense without being able to show you. And until you say yes, I can’t do that.” Dash voiced, almost apologetic.

She still only got a head-shake. “You know I cannot just sign some weird contract just like that. I have to work on your case, and there are plenty other cases to take care of.”

“Oh, sure. You can do that on the sides. Though I tell you more if you tell me more. Why do you live in the sixth floor, with a balcony no less, if you’re afraid of heights?” the azure pony now queried.

Once more, Nora was taken a back a little, nervously clutching a nearby window ledge “How do you know about that?”

“Pegasus instinct? Seriously. We all know Fluttershy is a bit meek about flying. But you know that is rather fixable. Especially for someone of your profession.”

“We don’t self therapize. That’s a bad idea” Nora repeated her mantra, a bit overwhelmed at the direction this all was taking. It was very late hours and a stressful day after all, and she hadn’t been prepared for a big cartoon pony to offer HER therapy!

“Well, I can help you. I’m pretty much an expert on heights!” Dash boasted confidently, proclaiming “First, let’s consider the right outfit...”. The pony got up towards a wardrobe in the entrance hallway, and opened it up.

It was a very embarrassing sight for Nora. There wasn’t a hint of the normal heavy coats and her work attire. Instead, the wardrobe was filled to the brim with adorable animal and flower themed skirts, the cutest woven scarves, plushy pony-boots and of course at the center, an expertly made plush costume in soothing muted yellow with adorable pink accents, little fluffy wings and a gentle and shy smile. Its big turquoise eyes were all focused on her, as if staring right into her soul in kindness. She was really quite overwhelmed, stumbling back a few steps “Oh, no, no. How is that even here?” she stammered.

Dash just showed her usual grin, punning “Friends in high places?”

Nora was decidedly not amused. Trying to regain control of the situation, she accused “Very funny, Rainbow Dash. I don’t appreciate unwarranted house intrusions. And besides, no, having stubby little wings won’t exactly help me being less worried about heights.”

Much to her surprise, Dash gave a nod and shrug “Fair. Let’s get back to that later then.”

“What? You haven’t even...how? You’re working with others, right? How did you...” Nora once more tried to get answers, but Dash wasn’t forthcoming, instead saying “A-ha! This is a good one. Come now. Sit.”, starting up “Hurricane Fluttershy” and offering a hoof and her lap. “Oh, don’t be shy. Don’t think I haven’t seen your fluffy cats, plushies, and all that soft knitting. If it makes you feel better, cuddles can certainly be considered therapeutic.”

That didn’t exactly get Nora there at first, but she blushily fetched a tea and apple juice, then settled down close to the pony, just putting a hand on Rainbow Dashes’ soft thigh. It really felt nice, but still made her wonder just how the heck she ended up from trying to rescue a patient to considering snuggling a big plush-pony from a cartoon show on her couch in the span of hours. With all the weirdness and questions in her head, she saw the show as a good distraction and excuse not to get into too awkward things.

She didn’t even notice the time, as it was much easier to talk to Dash in the context of the show, and the pony guided her through a few of her favorite episodes, lead them to many a snicker together, and eventually got Nora to inch close enough to be snugged with all wing and fluffy side. She didn’t resist much.


Hours later…

“Mh..mhff...Muffin. Please don’t snuggle my face, kay? I got fuzz all over...what...is going on?” Nora voiced in confusion, blinking rapidly now and rubbing her eyes. Of course it wasn’t her cat, and she suddenly remembered she likely fell asleep in the lap of a giant costumed pony. But now she saw Dash giving her a merry hoof-wave, voicing an eager “Rise and shine. Got your favorite tea already made. It’s gonna be a big day.”

“But...” she tried to voice, while her mind churned to figure out even just all the impossibilities. How did that pony make the tea with just hooves and snout? Did she leave the costume after all? And why was it still so soft and nice if she wasn’t huddled up against her?

Seeing Nora’s confusion, Dash just laughed softly. “Oh, I took the liberty to get you something more comfortable and a snuggle replacement. No worries, I don’t peek” she explained.

That got Nora to turn, coming face to face with a giant Bear plushie she was rested against, cozily wedged between the fluffy arms. She gave a soft awww, which quickly turned into an Eeeeeep as she realized what she was wearing – her usual attire had given way to very comfy plush pajamas in Fluttershy yellow, with stitched-on butterfly cutiemark, pink hoof-gloves, a fluffy tail swaying behind her and an attached hood with cute little pony ears and a lush mane hanging down to her side. She stammered confusedly, reaching for the zipper, but getting distracted by just how soft, warm and comfortable the outfit was in the cold morning. Eventually, she gave up, excusing her attire with the company she was currently keeping, and that it surely would put her patient at ease. Then she realized “Ohh no. How late is it? I have to report in for work, finish the assessment.”

Dash just waved a hoof “Relax. We still have some time to go, as breakfast is all prepared. You rested so peacefully, didn’t want to you startle. We have enough time to eat and watch another episode, and we’ll still be there punctually.”

She felt a little overrun, but was quick to point out. “We? I thought we established it’s no good to see Biggs again with what happened. I do also work in home office as need be. I can arrange a few days of private therapy if I finish the paperwork and there’s no urgent requests.”

Dash gave a nod “Oh, if you can do that, all the better. I’m sure it’ll do both of us good after this”

Nora nodded, still somewhat overwhelmed by the whole situation. Maybe she really needed some time to re-center. But while she genuinely wanted to help, she felt just a little intimidated by the pony’s confidence. Surely though, leaving Dash on her own or taking her to work would be disaster, so there was no choice. She grabbed the telephone and made a few quick calls, before returning to the food and another episode of colorful cartoon ponies already in progress.

“Ohh. I love that one. Maybe you should also take up some singing. It’s really self-affirming” Dash commented over the episode “Filli Vanilli” playing in the background, getting Nora to just hide her head in the breadbasket. But she still came close for another snuggle, sharing the table and food with her odd guest.

She munched on some bread, asking “So, back to you, Dash. Do you ever take off your costume? I mean, we all have human...or pony needs now and then, right?”

That got a hearty laugh from Rainbow Dash “Oh, I get ya. I reckon I could, but for one, I don’t wanna, so very rarely, if at all. And believe it or not, that’s a solved problem.”

That made Nora smirk and voice a teasing “I figure you should tell NASA about that? Might make their astronauts more comforable? Or is it a similar arrangement?”

“Nah. But no can do, Fluttershy. I don’t think they have our Magic of Friendship on their side yet. But if they choose to become ponies...I can sure see Pegasi taking to the stars one day.” Dash explained in total confidence.

Nora groaned, but in the end, couldn’t help but chuckle, once more settling comfily against the azure pony’s flank. It felt even better with those pajamas. “Oh, right. It’s Magic. Of course. You’re one of the Elements of Harmony after all. Sure it’s not the one of Grandiosity?” she teased a little.

“Oh, Fluttershy. Now where’s your Kindness, mhh? I’m just naturally awesome, no need to be surprised” Dash returned with a twinkle in the big, toony eyes. “But props for remembering those details. For now though, let’s just settle on either you don’t want to know, or you wouldn’t believe me.”

Nora had to fight hard against further inquiry, but figured it’d not be quite productive yet. Instead, she proposed. “So, what do you do in your spare time, normally? Can you tell me a little more about your life?” she carefully inquired.

“Oh. I’m a college sports mascot, actually. And I occasionally wrestle for fun” the pegasus pony surprised her host.

“Really? I mean, I noticed you were very fit, but what did you do before that, and how do you, I mean...maintain a work-pony-balance?” she had to know.

“You know what? I can show you. Heck, I best check on Derpy anyhow. I still think it’s a disaster in the making to let her fill in, but maybe it’ll be good to let you get to know some other ponies.” Dash suggested. “You want to know about my past and work-life, just tag along.”

Nora was too curious to say no. “Okay. Let me just freshen up”, quickly excusing herself to the bathroom to take a shower and slip into something more normal. To her relief, her other clothes hadn’t been touched, or at least so it seemed. She put on a casual, if cozy sweatshirt and a warm pair of winter pants, then returned to the pony “You don’t even need to dress up for the cold weather, mh? Isn’t it crazy sweaty in there when you perform sports with all that plushness?” she asked, sure remembering how nice and soft the pony’s coat was.

“You’d think so, but I’m mostly over that” she answered, once more puzzling the doctor about how you could be over sweating. But she just nodded, figuring she’d not probe too hard and would get the answer in time.

Still, they were an odd pair and drew a lot of stares, especially since they were taking the bus this time, on Dashes’ insistence. “A good mascot doesn’t shy from the public” she had explained, but that didn’t make it any more awkward to stand next to a huge winged cartoon pony with Dozens of eyes on the pair of them.

“Relax. They aren’t besieging you. Not everyone’s up for asking for a hug though” Dash whispered, giving a friendly wave to a little girl just getting on the bus. The reaction was immediate:
“MOM! Look, it’s Rainbow Dash! Can I snug her? Can I? Can I?” she yelled out, amusingly showing some didn’t have much hesitation. After the big pony had nodded for confirmation and opened her arms, there was much softness shared and many bright smiles and giggles won. With the ice broken, even a few adults asked for pictures and at least holding her hoof, and as usual, Dash was excellent at striking poses. Nora could sure see her as a college sports mascot, and fell into a soft smile without even noticing it.

They both got off in a pretty good mood, with Rainbow Dash making a big, encompassing gesture. “That’s it, the main campus. Stadium and physical education grounds, lecture hall and library. There isn’t a game today, but it should be team practice soon. Let’s pay them a visit, shall we?”

The field was already lively as they arrived, cheerleaders chattering on the sides, players prepping their gear and the one or other student onlooker spending their free periods watching the practice. Though soon as the azure pony made it onto the scene, there was a rousing yell, and seconds later, she was surrounded by eager questioning fans:

“Rainbow Dash! Heeeey, you’re back! What happened? Are you okay? Heard some crazy rumors. You gotta tell us everything! Can you help out with the cheer practice today? Who’s with you? Did you make up some new tricks and dances? Will you be at the upcoming game?”

Rainbow Dash smiled and gave the one or other high-hooves and tail shuffle, then tried to calm them down, especially as she noticed her companion shrinking back a little. “Friends. Please, a little space. I’ll catch up with you later. For now, just know I’m well, and yes, I’ll be at the upcoming game. Just showing a friend the campus. But now please, sate my curiosity about a certain replacement mascot?”

There was a soft prod to Dashes’ back, followed by: “A certain replacement mascot that’s right here?”

There were more enthused yells, and soon the gray, yellow-maned pony behind them was just as crowded. “Derpy Danger! Coool! Can you do the Chaos Crash for us? Ohh, you gotta be at the upcoming game too. Just imagine how the crowd would go wild with TWO pegasi on our side!” they cheered on.

Dash chuckled “Guess my worries were misplaced. But that’s a story I gotta hear.” he whispered towards his fellow pony, then gently guiding the crowd towards the bleachers, answering a few questions, gave assurances, and got them to slowly dispense.

Nora watched this all with utter fascination. The sheer admiration and casual confidence Dash showed in turn certainly could fit an eccentric charismatic with delusions, but now there was another pony looking almost like her? And this normal job? Had she always been like this? How did it all fit together? Questions over questions. Though she smiled seeing the banners for the “Blitz Pegasi” team, prominently featuring Rainbow Dash, and indeed next to it, there also was a grey cardboard cut-out of the other pony. Derpy Danger? She really had to know where that name came from, and how they were related indeed.

She didn’t quite get that wish though, as the gray pegasus pony gave in to public wishes, and went over to the cheerleaders to perform her signature move. It started innocently enough – the cheerleaders were forming a pyramid, propping the light pony up right at the top...just for the gray pegasus yelping, struggling dramatically, and starting to plummet down the side, picking up more and more speed. Nora gasped, but none of the others seemed concerned. Quite the opposite, they cheered! And soon she noticed that the cheerleaders carefully handed the pony off, which rolled smartly and instead of plummeting to the ground, transitioned into artful cartwheels, then pounded off the ground with a daring dash, rolled onto a nearby trampoline, picking up speed, and then did a crazy aerial pose that almost looked like actual chaotic flight, before turning into a gray fuzzy ball and careening into three fans dressed up like the opposing team. They all went down in a loud crash. Though thanks to the soft pony and their body armor, no one was even bruised, and they all laughed and embraced each other as they got up again. Derpy waved the team, and performed a funny little dance before giving out snugs and autographs.

Dash shook her head amusedly “Turning a weakness into a strength indeed. Seems I have some competition, mh? But that makes it all the more fun.”

Nora chuckled “She’s impressive. So you have worked together for long? And going to give us a show too?””

“Nah. We got to know each other recently, but as you can see, we share quite some interests. No need to show off much though, I can do that at the game.” Dash proclaimed...just to then proceed to casually take on three arm wrestling challenges from players that the pony won with ease to cheers about the Iron Pegasus.

They spent as good hour on the field, and even though Nora caught a lot of rumors and claims, nothing made any sense. Apparently Dash had been a slacker student and punk, and then won a wrestling match as this cartoon character, and been mascot ever since? That suddenly loosing a grip on reality wasn’t exactly common. And watching Dash handle her fans with ease, she couldn’t argue about being well adjusted. No wonder no one questioned her adhesion to the role.

Still, she was relieved when they finally were alone again – the team had dispersed to shower, and Derpy went to entertain his younger fans with tales of daring stunts, letting them settle all around and over him.

Dash stood a bit apart, watching with pride. “Never would’ve figured she’d grow so much so fast. Becoming a pony really made him a better person. Shouldn’t have doubted Luna.”

“Whu...? Him? Her? Can you be a little more precise here? I feel there’s a story I should know” Nora demanded, peeking over to the gray pony. “Was he a stunt-man or something like that?”

“Oh heavens, no. An accident-prone bicycle courier. Now he’s delivering the mail...in between being a daring mascot, apparently” Dash explained with a chuckle.

“I feel there’s a lot of stories here I ought to hear about?”

“There are. But you know what it needs to tell you.”

“I’m not a pony.”

“Patience, Fluttershy. I told you, you’ll become one in time.”

“You haven’t actually told me that. And it sounds mildly intimidating, you know? You still haven’t explained how some associates of yours broke into my house to exchange my wardrobe? And if getting captured on that bridge was some crazy plan, or just an accident? Or what you were even going on about?” Nora half accused, half desperately begged for some answers.

“Oh, you haven’t gotten to the changeling episodes yet, right! That’s another...problem we might have to consider. Listen. Just know I only want the best for you. And I need your help, of course. Let’s take a stroll, shall we?” the plushy pony suggested.

That mollified Nora enough to follow along. Yet strangely ,despite having hundreds of questions, none made it to her tongue. She just took the pony’s hoof and followed along, lost in thought. That mysterious, crazy, yet oh so confident pony, that soft snuggle animal, yet also apparently strong acrobatic performer. The spunky girl who didn’t even blink about riding the bus as a giant azure cartoon pegasus, or heck, even facing down the police. It was one big puzzle that didn’t let her mind rest.

So weirdly, the whole next few hours were nothing but a blur. She remembered the little Kirmes they went to, where Dash won the dart toss and got her a white plush bunny to snug. They had silly pink cotton candy together, and even rode on the little Ferris Wheel. And she had buried her face against Dashie’s chest at the highest point for comfort. But somehow, the pony’s company eased even her fear of heights a little. Then they had sauntered through the streets in twilight, enjoying the old-style streetlights brightening up the ending autumn. Some people even had started to put out early Christmas decorations already, and the one or other child had asked Dashie If she was a horse angel. Nora could just shake her head. It was a dizzying day leaving more questions than answers, but also a lot of lingering feelings she had never quite experienced before.

Eventually, they had made it back to her house, and she sat with a steaming cup of hot cocoa next to the big, reassuring presence of the pony, not evening minding getting back in her cozy Fluttershy pajamas and huddling up for their evening episodes of cartoon ponies.

The next few days settled into a similar routine. They’d have breakfast and cartoons, she’d try to get into therapy attempts and coax some more facts from her pony patient, just to end up being talked into a fun activity they did together. They spent a windy afternoon flying kites and huddling up warmly for the way home. They visited a petting zoo, once more getting her to squee about all the cute animals, even if most of the Kids ended up petting Dash. It made her just a little envious about her share of pony – which was made up for thoroughly in the evening. They knitted together, under the pretense that she wanted to observe how the hell a hooved animal could handle those needles, and they went for midnight movies about daring archaeologists they mutually delighted over. It had only been a few days, but now as she once more went to sleep in the azure pony’s cozy lap, she wondered just what the hell had happened to her life. Yet this new one? She wanted it to stay. Very much.


The next morning...

Nora set down her steaming cup of Darjeeling, collecting her professionalism as she once more attempted to start a therapy session. “So how do you feel today, Dash?”

The pony nodded contently, sprawled across the sofa with both of the houses’ cats using her as the warmest blanket available. “Good. I want to stretch my wings though. There’s a circus in town, known for their daring aerial acrobats. We can catch the show together with Derpy. And how about a little walk in the old town later? There’s a cold front coming in, may even be first snow. Would look wonderful in winter white.”

“You know I’m not that big on “daring aerial” things Dash.” Nora protested, grabbing her plush bunny prize (now of course named “Angel”) for comfort.

Dash answered with surprising sincerity. “Fluttershy. Trust me. You needn’t fear any heights. I will always catch you, until you’ve learned how to fly on your own. But today, others will be doing the flying. It’s just an entertaining show. You can manage. It’ll be very therapeutic for me too, right? Childhood memory regression to unearth my human heritage?”

“Rainbow Dash. Do you really mean it this time? Or is that another light-hearted flirtation? You really blur the lines” she voiced, half-annoyed, half flattered. Really, that pony was so hard to place. Was she crazy or sane? Was she conducting some grand pony plot, or just having a good time? But darn it, she was admirably confident, pretty and oh so cuddly. Nora didn’t even notice she had blushed all the time already.

She was about to agree when her phone went off. “Sorry, gotta take it. One moment. Yes? Yeah, Nor...I mean...Dr. Wells here. Yes, I’m with a patient. Can this wait? Seriously? He’s ill too? Awh, mittens. I’ll take care of it, fine.”

“Mh? What’s up, Fluttershy?” Dash asked. At this point, Nora didn’t even protest the label, but despite the light smile, her voice was a bit more serious. “Work. I have to help out with a crime scene. The usual team has the flu.”

“Oh? I thought you were a psychologist. Why do they need you for that?”

“I am. But you pick up a lot. I actually started out in more general forensic medicine. I’ve had more crime scenes under my belt than I’d wish.”

“Cool. I want to see that.”

“Dashie. This is a police job. I have to secure evidence and conduct an investigation. Somehow, I don’t think that and colorful ponies go well together”

“Oh, try me. Sure, that’s more Twilight’s thing, but chasing down criminals and solving riddles? Count me in!” the pegasus pony insisted.

“No! And this is final!”


One hour later, Crime Scene...

“How did I get myself talked into this again?” Nora groaned as she flashed her badge to the police officer guarding the scene, and explained that yes, that giant costumed pony was here on her official business, and to just shut up over it and watch the entrance.

“You have gotten a lot better saying no to people.” Dash observed about how swiftly she had cleared them with the officer.

“Oh, shut your snout, Dashie. We have a crime to solve. Luckily, there is little to contaminate. It was a hit and run, the victim is in the hospital already. All I have to do is gather blood samples, and identify environmental contamination.” she explained, taking out her smartphone and starting to make pictures. “Perp likely large. Ambushed our victim here. Smashed him against the stone column. No wonder he’s got a concussion. Surface wound. I’ll get a sample. Hmmm. Look at the sand here. We have traces of them both, a struggle. Perp has the larger soles, but halfway they...vanish? Did he cloud his traces?”

“Whew. Detective Fluttershy’s on a roll. So? Did he or did he not? I don’t see any traces on the ground”

“He could have jumped?” Nora suggested a bit helplessly.

“That’s more than five meters. Unless he’s an olympian athlete, doubt it. And isn’t it strange he was fine assaulting people in daylight, then worrying about a few footsteps a moment later?”

“Fair, but where else could he have gone? Maybe he had an accomplice...”

The rainbow pony grabbed her gently at the wrist, pulling it a little. “Fluttershy. Why do you refuse...to look up?”

“This is not the time...” Nora started, before gasping what was mant. “Oh...OH. You’re right. Damn. He must’ve climbed up. Up there, on the garage...wait a second.” she grabbed her smartphone, zooming around, only to make an excited noise and turn towards Dash quickly. “Look at this! He’s still here. I think he must’ve hidden something. Weird though, unlikely to be his theft. It’s much more likely to be a drug deal gone wrong. Yeah, that would explain the white residue nearby. He surveys the scene, likely waiting for us to go away. Maybe has a stash set up. Up there, he’s nigh impossible to reach though. We have to carefully…Dash? DASH! Oh, goddammit! That crazy pegasus pony!”



...On the rooftops nearby

The scenery flew by, blurring colors as Rainbow Dash leaped from one building to the next, rolling expertly, kicking off walls and not even slowing down on the tightest rails. Even without flight, she was no longer afraid of falling, and her daredevil nature was on full display.

The perp was a good runner with strong endurance. But he wasn’t a match for the fastest of ponies. His expression was one of pure disbelief and distress as the plushy pegasus did gain more and more on him, even as he parcour’d with finesse across the urban landscape.

“Back off! I have a knife. I’ll cut you, you crazy!” the dealer sputtered incoherently, making a mad dash under a bridge and into a nearby housing complex. He finally stopped, breathlessly, inside a small backyard, looking for another fire escape to climb. How could this be happening? He was the fastest runner among his peers. How the hell could some rainbow-maned horse mascot keep up with him?

He pulled his knife and peeked around. At least there was no way that dang crazy could sneak up on…

The perp didn’t manage to finish that thought, as a spectral comet struck him straight in the back, hooves first, and felled him in one hit. Rainbow Dash dusted herself off with a satisfied smirk under the costume snout. That extra padding really came in handy with bigger jumps. She shook the dealer, snatching him up in a solid two-hooved hold.

“Wakey wakey. You’re been very naughty, and I’d have a few questions you’d better answer.”

The perp, shaken awake, sure didn’t feel like he was presently in the real world, the giant pony face looming over him, the hooves both really soft, yet inescapably tight too. “Gah! What the fuck is up with your crazies! Ya some kind of sports mascot? You have no right to catch me either way!”

Dash just mused “Civilian arrest, citizen. You have the right to remain silent, but I’d really not recommend it. I can get very unpleasant with people who profit off other’s misery, you know?”

“Huff..huff...huff...why the...how are you so...fast...in that. You...under arrest.” - Dr. Wells had finally made it to the scene, holding her sides and half collapsing against the nearest house wall.

Dash nodded and pointed over to her. “Oh. Nevermind, she’s arresting you.”, then tightened the hold on her captive. “Now, where were we? Oh, right. We have a few pretty serious questions about your wrong-doing. How come you peddle your trash just three blocks from a police station and apparently never got bothered before, mh? Very suspicious.”

“Dash. Let me, please?” the doctor tried to interrupt, but she still could barely breathe.

“Oh come on, Fluttershy. Can’t I at least shake him down a little? You know I’m not an officer. No one would know if I’d dangle him from a building for a while, see how good he’s with heights? Though not sure how good I can hold this kind of slippery dude with hooves. Oh well, I’d love to see him fly either way. Maybe if he flaps his arms really fast...”

The dealer paled considerably at the calm and serious tone of the pony, very much contrasting its cheerful appearance. “You’re crazy! What the heck is up with this. You can’t do this to me!”

“She can’t. She’s a police officer. I’m officially a crazy asylum inmate with no grasp on reality. Such a silly claim, right? But heck, we’re all cute cartoon ponies here. Maybe you are a pegasus after all, just needing a little help? Not like anything can happen. It’s what, 10 stories up there? At worst, you’ll be pancaked a little bit and we have to peel you off the asphalt and squeeze you into shape again, and give it another try. But that’d be fun too. Wanna go?” Rainbow Dash turned her captive and breathed right in his face, those big, unyielding eyes staring him down with utter sincerity.

That sure changed his tone. Now, it was all begging. “No, no, no! Please, Officer, save me! I’ll confess everything. You can‘t let that madman do this to me! I need police protection! I’m an important witness!” he blubbered as the pony slung him over her back casually and started towards the highest building.

Dr. Wells sighed, rolling her eyes at that display. She harrumphed. “Fine. I’ll give that...patient the meds. Now, you start writing your confession on this pad in the meantime. And please don’t try to run. She gets real agitated and feels challenged if you run. That could get ugly. So make sure you got this right.”

“I promise! Seriously! Just don’t sick your psycho pony on me again” he whimpered with a shudder. Rainbow Dash had to try really hard not to laugh, but at least the costume gave her a mostly perpetual poker face.

Dr. Wells closed in, shaking her head slightly and whispering with soft concern as she prepared a fake injection: “Laying it on a little too thick there? Really, I’d have talked him down either way. No need to go to the extreme and potentially worsen your own state.”

Rainbow Dash released the hold, though kept an eye on the perp as they stepped away a little, voicing: “Fluttershy. You know I don’t believe everyone is a pony. Just you, and me, and a few others.”

The Police Psychologist sighed. “I know, Dash. I just worry what we’re doing isn’t exactly the best therapy. You should be back in your familiar circle, working through these issues, not risking your health hunting criminals!”

“Ever the gentle, caring one, mh? It’s all good, we’ll be back in Ponyville soon. And I can take it. Besides, I feel I’m making much more progress chasing criminals.”

Dr. Wells just shook her head again softly. “Bad news though.”

“Bad?” Rainbow Dash snatched up the paper and peeked at it. “Biggs? I’d call that good news. He’s a complete arse. Not surprised he’s criminal too.”

“No, that’s really bad.” the doctor corrected. “He is the top-ranked cop in his shift. We have one confession under duress from a petty criminal. That’s not gonna stick to him.”

“Well, then we gather more evidence. Maybe he has drugs in his house?”

“Dash. I doubt he’d be that careless. This looks more like he just runs a protection racket. Which is a lot harder to prove, unless we catch him red-handed.”

“Well, then that’s exactly what we do. We have a very willing helper now, don’t we? And I’m sure you know a few people to help out?” the pony really would’ve grinned if she could.

“Right. That’s a crazy plan. But by now, we specialize in crazy, do we not?”

“Ya bet! Now come on! Time’s a wastin´!”


Briefly after, at the police station…

“DRUGS! The best...crazy stuff. F..found it all! Haha..hahahah. I’m rich, right? F...finder’s fee’s!”

The stench of alcohol was overwhelming. The stench, period. The homeless bum had pushed his way into the reception room and was now badgering the cop on duty. Very endurantly. Eventually, the annoyed officer called his boss.

“Yeah. He’s still here. Keeps on blabbering about how he found a huge stash of drugs. Sure seems like he’s on something though. What? No, in the nature preserve. Yeah...what? Fine, I’ll take him...in?”

The cop turned, just to find the man gone without a trace. Indeed, after his little charade, he already was back out and behind, convening with two other figures.

“That was very brave of you. Thank you, Mr. Higgs” Nora shared her appreciation.

“My pleasure. If it helps do that dirty Biggs in, you’re doing us all a favor.” their streetsmart acquaintance declared with a gap-toothed grin.

Nora made sure to give him a big tip for his services, along with her wrapped lunch. “Here. Make sure you get something nice tonight. I’ll have blankets for everyone sent too. Just keep it a little bit further away from the station, and no one will bother you.”

Still, Rainbow Dash was a little confused after their bribed helper left “That was your plan? Have a homeless person rant at them for a few minutes?”

“Dash. You trust me, right? Sending our dealer friend here would’ve been too suspicous and hard to calculate. We do not want to give him any reliable information. We simply want him to worry. We know where the drugs are hidden. He knows where the drugs are hidden. We also know he can’t call his dealer friends to take care of this without loosing a cut. So he will have to come himself. At least that’s the hope”

“Well, let’s hope you understand criminal cops just as well as crazy ponies then.”

“Dash. Bad words.”

“Oh, right. Ponies with a divergent perspective of reality, right?”

“Better. Now, let’s prepare. You have the camera?”

“Everything set. My friends got a directional microphone to boot. That’ll be a nice recording. Let’s go”

For once, Nora didn’t question how a plush-pony had friends with spy grade equipment. She’d worry about that after...


Nature Preserve, close to the lake-falls overlook, an hour later…

“Where’s the Drugs?” - the dealer found himself roughly squeezed against a tree at gunpoint, already starting to regret the deal he stuck with Nora and the crazy pony. But he stuck to his role. It wasn’t far from the truth after all.

“Look, I’m sorry. I couldn’t make the deal. Your cop pals saw it. The last customer tried to bail with my reserve, and it got all tainted. There’s still quite some left, I just moved the stash a little. Just let me breathe and I get it, dammit!” he demanded hoarsely.

Biggs grunted, once more peeking around to find not a soul nearby, then followed the dealer to an earth mound in the bushes, where he procured a plastic bag, handing it over. “Here. You can check it yourself. That’s still enough to afford to pay you for the protection. You know we all understand the rules.”

“And don’t you forget it. I’m in charge of you small fry. Long as you pay, you can do your little deals. Now get to...wait!” Biggs ranted, then yelled angrily as he noticed something that shouldn’t quite be there – a pair of big, azure ears peeking out from thick underbush near the overlook’s ledge.

He understood in a flash, shooting the dealer in the leg and approaching the bushes with still smoking gun. “Whoever set me up with this, OUT now. Or you’ll join that dirty dealer as his civilian casualties.” he threatened.

That was enough for Dash and Nora to slowly emerge, showing their hands and hooves, as well as the smartphone in Nora’s hands she clumsily tried to hide.

Biggs was surprised, but not a lot “Of course. I don’t know what you did, Wells, but getting that crazy pony back to haunt me? That’s low, if about what I expect from you. I don’t know what you think you would gain from this, but this little scheme ends now. Hand over the evidence, and I might not do something you’d regret.”

Nora winced, patting the almost growling Dash on the side to calm her, quickly calling out “Okay, okay. You can have it. Just let us go. You’d not want to use the gun again in a public place. Not after the fist shot. I bet people are already on the way!” as she held out the device with quivering hands.

He seemed to agree, just snatching it and tossing it down the raging rapids of the lake’s cascades turning into a river below. It shattered on the rough rocks. He stepped closer with a menacing motion, holding a stick in one hand, his pistol in the other. “Maybe you are right. I won’t shoot you. But it is still tragic...that there were no witnesses to tell the tale!”

Without warning, he advanced, slamming his considerable weight into the pony, blocking a defense move with his stick, and kicked them both off the ledge, hundreds of meters above the thundering waters.

“And that’s the end of your meddling lot...tragic. Seems the pony was suicidal after all. Who knew? Just a shame we might have to assign that careless civilian’s job to a real officer. Oh well. Such is life” Biggs shrugged, as he watched to see his adversaries fall to their deaths.


In free-fall…

The sky and the waters spun like crazy as they tumbled downwards, just beyond the great water cascade. Rainbow Dash kept Dr. Wells tightly squeezed against her chest, while looking around feverishly. Finally, her gaze found what she was looking for – a gray speck rapidly approaching, revealing the mail-bag it carried. A special delivery was tossed out. Dash tumbled and spread out one hoof to maneuver, touched the bottle and brought it to shatter against a rock nearby. Water gushed as most of the liquid was washed away, but a good bit made it exactly where needed. Those wings glittered, and soon, started to flap.
“Whoo-Yeah! Here we go. Hold on tight, Fluttershy. I’m taking you home!”

“Aeeeeee! Dash...let me...we are...flying? How are we flying? What? Have I lost it after all?” Nora stammered in complete panic and confusion.

“I always told you I could do it, Fluttershy. It was the truth. And you’ll understand soon.” the pony soothed her fellow herdmate, keeping her cradled up in the soft, but firm hooves, quickly picking up speed, dashing through the layers of water leaving a shimmering spectral rainbow trail.


Meanwhile, back up on the ledge...

In a crazed frenzy, the rogue cop had drawn his pistol and kept firing at the retreating ponies, but he could neither hit Derpy’s crazy flapping, nor match Dashes’ speed as he kept Fluttershy safe and sound, even with the poor pony-to-be nigh passed out from all that.

Biggs was out of his mind at this turn of events. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK! What is that? Drone Animals? Balloon Decoys? Who is doing this? They’re dead. They must be!” he yelled, not willing to accept the complete unreality before him. By the time he stopped shooting, sirens were already wailing. How? He looked around in panic at the downed dealer and the drug packages stewn about.
...