My Little Pony Rainbow Dash Voice Novels & Stories

The little girl spoke, clearly trying hard to sound polite, rather than scared “Do you... Want to play with me, my mommy and my dolls?” “Do you think I could sit on the grass with you?” Even though the anger inside him was great, Massimo tried hard not to be too harsh with that child who was not to blame for his situation. “You can stay in your chair. Rainbow Dash loves heights, so she could sit on your lap.” Millicent just smiled and, despite having no idea what the hell a Rainbow Dash was, Massimo assumed it was one of the dolls scattered on the tablecloth nearby “It'll be fun... Oh!” her mouth took a perfectly round shape “Or does your boo boo still hurt? Mommy said you're sick...”

“Yellow.” “Perrin,” I replied. “It’s me.” “Well, well, well, are my ears finally failing me at my big age or is that little Colton Grace calling?” I rolled my eyes, a smile tugging at my lips. “They really are if you can’t recognize my voice.” “Nah, I’ll recognize that chainsaw growl even if I’m eighty and amnesiac,” Perrin teased. “What’s going on, kid? How’s school?”

he says and I smile because we knew it was going to work and just like we predicted, her name flashes on my phone. I press the button for changing the voice and I hear her sobs on the other side. She sounds distraught and angry. “You’re a dick. I hate you,” she says, and I can’t help but chuckle. “I’m glad you got my message, Blake,” I let out as I stare at Dash as he shakes his head, showing me his large white smile.

Crystal gasped in exctiement. "Hi, Crystal Dasher. My name is Pidge Rich. And I'm from Alaska. Also, I'm a baker...a sweet lover. Right now I'm wondering where and when to eat you?" "You are sweet..." smiled Crystal. "You know my mommy thinks I'm more like my uncle Maddox...sarcastic and rude. Do you think the same?" "Why, no. Not at all. You are friendly and sweet," Pidge smiled back. "Are these your real hair? Or have you done the colouring?" the six-year-old began with her questions.

The voice pulls me from the pain that has been suffocating my every thought, it's the voice of a woman. "Who are you?" My own voice comes out in my mind broken and lost. "Can you hear me?" The voice comes again, "Yes, I can hear you." The voice of the woman somehow soothes me in a way I can't explain. "I'm the queen of the children of Gaia, my name is Rainn." And at that moment everything stills, my own mind freezes in action as I wait for my voice to catch up to my thoughts. Rainn, queen of the children of Gaia. I know then that she is family, she is mine.

, she’s talking above her normal tempo because that’s the only way she’d be audible past the car noise and the noise from the street. “Hey”, instantly she recognizes the low, rough voice; “It’s Dash…Dash Behrt-Lehman”, he says. Her pupils dilate in surprise and a tinge of excitement surges through her at the sound of his voice. “Thanks for clarifying. I thought it was one of the other many, many guys named Dash that I know”, she replies and almost facepalms herself for sounding so obviously fluttered. He chuckles cheerfully at that. Low, throaty, manly chuckle.

If she sings, Yolanda sings and her voice sounded like a wicked witch's cackle, so annoying and worth ear bleeding. 'Enough!' I shouted. 'Oh, oh, oh,' too late. 'Yeah…' The rainbow haired flinched and fell in confusion. I chortled but swallowed the laugh in. 'Sometimes I like to blend like a book on a shelf Sometimes I wear my jeans like anyone else There's million of chameleons blending in all around Sometimes I just wanna be found…' Rainbow crawled over to me, the first thing that terrifies her. Nice. 'Cause there is so much more to me