(A/N) Hey, guys! :3 Sorry that I haven't been updating as fast.

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Things You Need To Know:

1. This chappy has been published a bit later than the others 'cause I'm writing my other MLP fanfic called "Equestria" (there's a spoiler alert for ya!).

2. Soarin', Dashie's AMAZING boyfriend (don't all girls want a Soarin'?), will have POV's throughout "MLP: My Little Human" (unless I say otherwise). :)

3. Dash's mother, Judge Rainbow Strike, has a more mature, raspy voice, but it's still raspy. ^^

4. There is only one sad little piece in here, but no suicide. :)

5. I will be exploring a more "mature" theme in this chappy. O[]O < What your face probably looks like right now, lol (And what your face'll look like when you get to the "mature" part). ^^

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Onward, my Rainbows! XD

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||Soarin's POV: Dashie Protection Program||

{Saturday, September 27, 2014/12:10pm, Rainbow Dash's Bedroom}

      Yesterday they let my Dashie out of the hospital; she had healed quicker than they thought. However, she's still weak from blood loss. So I am just holding her as she sleeps. She starts to panic in her sleep, which makes me panic.

"Dashie?!," I say, my eyes wide, "What's wrong?"

      She mumbles. I can't hear what she's saying. It sounded like, "I hate them". She's probably talking about Hoops, Dumb-Bell, and Score, those morons who won't stop bullying her.

"Babe, it's okay," I say as I rub her back in small circles, trying to calm her down, "It's o-kay. They're not here. No one's gonna hurt you."

      She calms down, the prettiest, white smile spreading across her face (complete with adorable dimples you could lose a quarter in). Her smile is even more beautiful 'cause her cheeks aren't chubby - you can see her cheekbones. She's just so... pretty. Damn her for wearing nothing but a cropped Henley and her underwear, too. Is she trying to drive me nuts? Her Henley is blue and her hood is covering her head. Her thumbs are poking though the small thumb holes she cut into the sleeves. She suddenly wraps her arms around my neck and cuddles up to me. Dammit, Dash, you're too hot for this!, I think to myself, trying to keep it together, And you're not exactly covered up, babe. I chuckle as she starts snoring again. I hug her body tightly, burrying my face in the crook of her neck. She smells so. Damn. Good. I smell something almond-y, something vanilla-y, and something real sweet, like strawberries or maraschino cherries or something. I'll have to ask her what it is when she wakes up. I drift off, her scent making me happy as shit.

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[Time Passes]

{6:15pm, Rainbow Manor's 2nd Floor Hallway}

"Oh, goodness," Dash's mother says to her (Dashie's in my arms - she's having trouble standing by herself), "Your grandmother has been planning this small vacay for months, but if you're too weak to go, then I'll stay -"

"No, mom," Dash says, "Don't cancel your trip, okay? I'll be fine. See?"

      Dash motions for me to let go of her. I ask,

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Dash says, giving me this "Don't I look sure?" expression.

      Well, sooorry. Maybe I should start calling her "Rainbow Sass"! Like, geesh. Not that she hasn't always been sassy. I slowly let go of her, hoping she won't fall like when she woke up. She said she felt tired. She smiles at her mother, standing up completely straight.

"Ta-da!," Dash tells her mom with jazz hands, a huge grin on her face (it looks forced, though).

"Dash," I begin with caution (she'll snap my damn head off), "Are you -"

"I'm fine, Soarin'!," Dash says through her teeth, still trying to fake a smile for her mother.

      I knew she'd get mad. She's mad mostly 'cause of the fact that she needs help to stand - she hates looking "weak" in front of people. Dash's mom nods. Dash's dad looks at me seriously, and then he asks,

"Soarin'?"

"Yes, Mr. Thunder Brawn?," I ask, wondering what he's gonna say.

"We'll be gone for a few days," he continues, "And I want you to know that you've proven yourself to be an excellent boyfriend for our Dashie. My point is this: I want you to keep her safe while we're gone."

      I look at him, happy that he trusts me. I say, smiling,

"Of course, sir."

"Sounds wonderful!," Dash's mom says (Dash gets her raspy voice from her, I might add), grinning, "We even trust you enough to stay in the house. The guest room is down the hall."

"Yes, ma'am," I say (they are clueless to the fact that I often stay with Dashie in her room).

      Dash smiles up at me as she hugs me. We kiss right in front of her parents, not really caring about their reactions (not that they'd have bad reactions, but hey ^^).

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[Time Passes]

{9:10pm, Rainbow Dash's Bedroom}

      My poor, sleepy Dashie. Her family left for their trip already, so Dashie and I have the house to ourselves. Shirtless and wearing navy, plaid pajama pants, I nearly drift off to sleep until I suddenly have to use the bathroom. I try to get up without disturbing Dashie. I'm successful. I walk into the bathroom quietly, smiling as Dashie smiles in her sleep.

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[Time Passes]

||Dumb-Bell's POV: I Want Her, And I'll Do Anything To Have Her||

{9:30pm, Outside On Rainbow Dash's Bedroom Balcony (Creepy right? Here comes the "Mature" part)}

      I have a thing for Rainbow Crash; I always have (ever since her curves started coming in - and she's always been pretty). I remember when she was nothing but a flat-chested, cocky little bitch who couldn't stop bragging about herself. As if we cared about her accomplishments! Now she's a 5'10'', too-hot-to-be-the-Rainbow-Crash-I-grew-up-with, supermodel-like babe. She's still cocky as shit, though, I'm sure (I haven't seen her for, like, 3 years, so idk). Hoops, Score, Silver Tongue, and I are standing right outside her room (it took us forever to figure out which one was hers) and Hoops is holding his video camera again. Technically, we're standing on a balcony and the glass doors to her room are wide open. I look in, wondering where she is. Straight ahead is her desk. Nice laptop, Rainbow Crash, I may keep it for myself. To my right is her bed, and she's asleep. She's hot when she's sleeping!

"It's go time," I say to Hoops, smirking, "Your camera ready?"

"Yeah," Hoops replies, stepping into Rainbow Crash's room, "You think this is gonna work? You sure she won't kill us? I'm too young to die."

      We roll our eyes at his dramatic statement.

"I doubt it," Silver Tongue says, a weird, devious smile on his face (it's kinda creepy), "She'll be too busy making out with me."

      We look at Silver like he's insane. Hoops asks,

"What makes you think she'll kiss you?"

"Because," says Silver, wearing that same creepy-ass smirk, "My tongue isn't just good for spinning words. My past girlfriends' words, not mine. And if Dashie and I end up doing more than making out, feel free to leave. Or keep recording - if you're into that sort of thing."

      We just stare at him. He didn't say anything about going "all the way" with her earlier. What is he up to? We follow Silver towards her bed.

"Start recording," Silver says (bossy much?).

      Hoops presses the record button on his camera. Silver takes his phone out of the left pocket of his dark blue leather jacket. I see him pull up his phone's video camera.

"Hello, my followers," Silver says to his camera as he reaches her bed, "(To us) Sorry, guys, I just want my own record. (To his phone's camera) Anywho, I'm here in the bedroom of Rainbow Dash, the hottest athlete at Canterlot High. My friends -"

      Silver points to me, Hoops, and Score, and then continues,

"And I are documenting the moment where I make her my girl. Move over, Soarin'."

"Soarin'?," Hoops and Score ask him.

"Her boyfriend," Silver replies as if it was obvious.

      Wait... Rainbow Dash - I mean Rainbow Crash - has a boyfriend? I feel... sad? Whoa. I don't care if she has a boyfriend! Why would I? 'Cause you're in love with her, dumb-ass, a voice tells me. What?! I am not! Meanwhile, Silver, the psycho, is blabbing on and on about what he's about to do. I gotta listen to find out what he's doing.

"God, I wanna touch every inch of this girl," Silver says, pointing to Rainbow Dash (why am I suddenly calling her by her real name?), "Isn't she hot, guys?"

      Well, seeing as she's only wearing her underwear, I can see why Silver wants to touch her, which he is now doing. I shake my head and smack my forehead with my right hand.

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[Time Passes]

||Rainbow Dash's POV: Why Me?||

{9:37pm, In Her Bed}

      I squirm, feeling very uncomfortable. It feels like something is tickling my left thigh. I squirm more and open my eyes. What the -?

"AHHHH!," I yell as I see Silver Tongue, a guy from my school, standing over me and touching my thigh, smirking, "SOARIN'!"

"Wait," Silver Tongue says to Hoops, Dumb-Bell, and Score (What the fuck are they doing here?!), "He's here?"

      Why is everything bad happening to me?

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||Soarin's POV: Leave My Dashie Alone! (Hasn't she been through enough? Geeze!)||

{In Rainbow Dash's Bathroom}

      As I wash my hands, I hear Dashie yell,

"AHHHH! SOARIN'!"

      I turn off the water and rush out of the bathroom, drying my hands. I see 4 guys in her room, one of them being an annoying sophomore at Canterlot High. His name is Silver Tongue.

"Wait," I hear Silver Tongue say to the other guys, "He's here?"

"Yeah, I am," I say to him angrily, ready to kill him.

      I walk over to Silver Tongue and his pervy cronies, and then I just black out, my anger taking over. No one is gonna touch my girl's body and get away with it. I feel my fists hitting something, but I don't even know what it is. I just know I wanted to hit Silver Tongue. Then I realize that the other 3 guys are the ones who video taped Dashie naked in the shower! I punched them too. I punched and punched, kicked and kicked, feeling something warm and wet on my hands. Blood? Probably. I hear my favorite raspy voice yell,

"STOP!"

      Dashie's voice snaps me out of my weird trance. I look at the floor. Uh, oh. I got carried away, hitting those guys until they could hardly breathe.

"Oh my Celestia," Dashie says, covering her mouth with her hands, "I hope you don't get arrested. Unless... yeah, I got nothin'."

      I wanna laugh at the way she said that, but this is not the time to laugh. I notice that she is standing up by herself (yay!). Dashie says,

"You know I have to call the cops on them, right? Once they see what you've... Oh, God."

      She starts sobbing, sitting on the edge of her bed. I run to the bathroom to wash my hands. I can't hug her with blood everywhere, can I? I walk out of the bathroom and she's on her cell phone.

"Hello?," I hear her say, "I need the Cloudsdale Police Department... Hello. Officer? I need paramedics at Rainbow Manor... Yeah, I am. Thanks."

      Dashie's pretty, violet eyes look up at me.

"Now I gotta figure out how to stop you from getting arrested," she tells me sadly, and then she angrily says, "Dammit, Soarin'!"

"I'm sorry," I say sincerely, disappointed in myself for snapping like that and making Dashie angry.

"Whatever," she says with her right middle finger sticking up, walking to her closet with no problem (again: yay!).

      Well geeze, Dashie, no need for the middle finger! Then again, she always flips people when she's pissed, lol.

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[Time Passes]

{10:00pm, Rainbow Manor's Main Hallway Near The Front Door}

      The paramedics come, followed by the cops. How am I gonna get outta this one? Dashie, still ticked off, leads the cops and paramedics to her room. They gasp once once they see Silver Tongue and the other idiots on the floor. I gulp.

"These morons," Dashie says to them, pointing at Silver Tongue and the others, "Snuck into my room. Silver Tongue, the one with the silver hair, was, uh, touching my leg. Hoops, the guy with the real long hair, was holding the video camera over there."

      A cop wearing gloves picks the camera up. He says,

"It's still recording."

"What was it recording?," another cop asks Dashie.

"Whatever Silver was about to -," Dashie says, trying to keep herself from crying, "Whatever he was about to do to me."

"Oh, no," a female cop says to Dashie, putting a hand on her blue hoodie-covered shoulder.

      The first male cop sighs and says,

"I'm sorry to hear that, Dashie."

"How'd you -?," I ask, confused.

"She and her friends are real famous," the male cop says with a smile, "That, and her cousin, Spectra Splash, is my knucklehead son's girlfriend."

"Are you ever gonna stop calling him a knucklehead, Mr. Jet?," Dashie asks with a smirk.

"When he's suddenly not a 19-year-old father, I'll stop," Mr. Jet replies, smiling back.

"But you gotta love wittle Roddy," Dashie says, reffering to her 3-year-old cousin, Lightning Rod, "He's so cute!"

"Yeah, I love my grandson," says Mr. Jet, "Too bad his knucklehead father is the father he got. Now how did Mr. Silver Tongue and the others get this way?"

"Um," Dashie says, her smile disappearing as she looks at the floor.

"Dashie?," Mr. Jet asks seriously, his eyebrows raised.

      Dashie looks at me nervously, so I take that as my cue.

"Mr. Jet, sir," I say, trying not to panic, "I tried to stop Silver Tongue from touching her and those other guys recently hurt her, so I hit them. In my anger, I got carried away. I'm sorry."

"Oh, God!," Dashie sobs, "Don't arrest Soarin'. Please! My dad told him to protect me. He's the only guy to keep me safe while my family's on vacation!"

      Mr. Jet looks at me, but he doesn't look angry. He tells me,

"I've been a cop for years and I've never seen you get arrested. I've never heard of you, either, except when Dashie's family members said something good about you. So I'm gonna let you off with a warning. But don't do this again. You hear me, son?"

"Yes, sir," I say, nodding as Dashie hugs me tightly.

"Okay then," Mr. Jet says with a nod.

      After the paramedics get the guys onto gurneys and they leave with the cops, Dashie and I hug for a long time.

"You okay?," I ask her.

"Yeah," she says, smiling up at me.

      Her smile fades as she does a doubletake. She's looking at the blood that stains her cream carpet. She gives me this "you are so dead" look.

"SOARIN'!," she yells.

      She suddenly leaves her room, leaving me confused. She returns some moments later, holding something that looks like a small vacuum cleaner. She pushes it into my arms.

"You are so cleaning that up," she tells me angrily, pointing to the stains, "The vacuum has some magical thing that cleans stains. Hop to it."

      I walk over to the area where the stains are, hoping she won't stay mad at me. She walks into her closet again. She returns in her underwear and angrily flops onto her bed. She angrily pulls her covers over her body and up to her chin. After I make her carpet spotless again, I just lean the vacuum against the wall to the left of her desk. I walk over to the bed and get in it, on her right side (as usual).

"Are you still mad at me, Dashie?," I ask, brushing my lips against her perfect, right cheekbone.

"No," she replies, smiling.

      She wraps her arms around my neck, runs her right hand's fingers through my mohawk, and French kisses me. Well okay, then. I guess she isn't mad.

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(A/N)

November 22, 2014/3:20PM

Hey, guys! :3

So I guess the scene wasn't as "mature" as I thought it would be. :)

The next chappy'll be out soon! And my new MLP fanfic, "Equestria (An MLP Fanfic)", is published now, so check it out! XD

Until next time, my Rainbows! Stay colorful! ^^

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Edited: 3-27-15/3:45-46pm (I changed "Lightening" to "Lightning" :/)