>“Hey, Anon; do you think I’m too big?”
>What had been a pleasant day hanging with your bro has suddenly soured
>The words strike fear into your heart of hearts as you glance over at your friend.
>Rainbow Dash slouches forward a little on your couch, giving herself a once over as best she can before turning to you and frowning.
>“For real though, do you think I don’t look girly?”
>Oh, nice.
>Breathing a sigh of relief, you stretch back against the couch and shrug.
“I don’t know Rainbow, you look fine to me.”
>The girl grunts and frowns, crossing her arms under her chest.
>True, she looks like she could lift you off your feet with only one arm, but that was just Dash.
>She was devoted to her craft of building muscle, cutting fat and avoiding hydration before a performance.
>Simply put, she was cut, possibly a little bigger than some of the more slender fitness models that dominated the scene, but Rainbow had always preferred some actual strength behind her figure.
>Before you can stop yourself, your mouth pops open and you ask her,
“What’s that about anyway? You’ve never had a problem with the way you look before.”
>Another grunt has you rolling your eyes and sighing.
>“Just wondering, I guess,” she mutters, tapping her muscular stomach with a finger. >“My friends seem to be pulling in dates left and right, but I get shot down even when I work up the nerve to ask a guy.”
“You think they’re intimidated?”
>“Maybe.”
>This time you make sure to bite your tongue so you don’t accidentally say you can see why they would be; even at her smaller stature, Rainbow easily looks like a girl who could outplay a regular joe at just about anything.
“What about the guys at the gym? I’m sure they’d love to be with a fit girl like you.”
>Dash buzzes her lips and laughs.
>“Yeah right, if I wanted a meathead or a guy who was so obsessed with his own body that he couldn’t pay attention to me.”
