//------------------------------// // 2 - The // Story: Wherever Soarin Goes // by Puppo530 //------------------------------// All was peaceful in Ponyville. Lily watered her lilies. Rose watered her roses. Everything was at peace. Not a hair was out of place on this perfect day. Mayor Mare even held a press conference stating that it was, "...a perfect day," and that "...nothing could go wrong on such a perfect day as this." It made the headlines on all the morning papers. Truly a beautiful day. All was well and nothing could go wrong. That is until hypoglycemic aliens from the 12th dimension came bursting forth from the rift in time and space just above Ponyville Library. That was a bit of a bummer. The strange alien black blobs floated gently onto the ground in front of the tree. Spike bravely burst through the door in full armor and broadsword. As the shining day immediately became overcast and as the rain began to fall from the heavens Spike drew his sword through the blobs. Their blood, a strange mix of high-fructose corn syrup and bees, gushed forth from the blubbery folds of their primordial bodies. Lightning struck with a crack. Thunder rumbled over the town. The aliens had been conquered. Spike washed his hands in their blood. Amidst the stinging from the sugary bees he knew that he had won. "Oh, Spike!" remarked Rarity with swift attraction. "You saved me!" "Of course I did, baby," Spike commanded with a cocky grin that made Rarity fall head over heels. "Come now, inside the library!" Spike led his new mare-friend up the stairs leading to Twilight's bedroom. When he arrived at the bedroom however, he discovered a strange white pony just standing on the bed, staring at them. He looked just as confused as they were when they discovered him. "Soarin, what the freakity frackity heck are you doing on Twilight's bed?" "I'm not exactly sure," the stallion replied. Spike awoke quickly from his awfully strange dream. His napping dreams were always the weirdest. He just never knew they could be that weird. Spike yawned loudly and rolled out of bed. Twilight's still not back. Guess it wouldn't hurt to have some second dinner. He meandered his way downstairs, still wiping the tiredness away from his eyes. - Even though Princess Twilight Sparkle was terrible at art, really didn't understand it, and pretty much had almost complete disdain for it, she did enjoy one aspect of art class as a little foal: splattering paint. Oh man, that was the bomb. You would get your little paint brush, dip it in some paint, and just go wild. Twilight danced with her wand, cascading spells onto the paper. The result: worthless. The fun: great. The mess: greater. As Twilight stared up at the stars with Soarin she thought of these things. Nostalgia was always fun, and it was always considered deep and thought-provoking when you stared at stars or across a lake at sunset. Oh man. So deep. Soarin was having a great time with Twilight, as he hesitantly addressed her. Their meal was superb, and for once he did not get any food on his person. Well, it doesn't count if they're in the bathroom when it happens. A big problem with having a white mane was that any mess made upon it gets multiplied by a thousand. There was still a little sauce stain on his mane, upon which licking proved to be ineffective. He hoped she wouldn't notice as they stared up at the beautiful sky together, watching the stars do nothing at all. It was like a work of art that was living and breathing. Soarin didn't "get" art. Even though, it didn't keep him from appreciating the sublime beauty of the work. She did notice the stain. "Aren't they beautiful?" Soarin asked with wonder as the stars of the night sky filled his eyes. "They certainly are." Soarin realized what he was saying and quickly pulled out the fail-safe defense mechanism: "Of course, they're not as beautiful as you." Twilight blushed a little. She covered her smile with a hoof. "Aw, thank you, Soarin." Nailed it. "We should probably get going then?" Twilight suggested. "Oh, yeah, sure." They slowly got up from their soft spots on the grass and made their way back through the streets of Ponyville. It was a beautiful night. With an even more beautiful mare. - Spitfire could not stop weeping. We were meant to be, Soarin! Why can't you see that? I love you! There! I said it! I LOVE YOU! Why can't you see what I see? Why can't you see the life I see with us together? Why? Why can't you see my love? I would do anything for you! Anything! Anything. Alas, nothing changed. - Spike was reflecting back upon his strange dream. Why the heck was Soarin on the bed? He was just standing there, so I guess that's good. But why? Oh well. I'm probably reading too much into this. He just slipped into my dreams cause I saw him right before I went to sleep. Man, these eggs are delicious. He was still thinking about these things when Twilight finally arrived home. She stood in the doorsill with Soarin. Soarin was nervously scratching the back of his neck as he looked down at the ground. Twilight just smiled at him for a while. "I had a great time tonight, Twilight," he started. "I did too. Thank you, Soarin." "So... would... yo-" "-like to go on another date?" she finished. "Of course I would." A smile made its way across his face. "Great. Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow?" "It's a date." "Awesome." He stood there for a few moments in an awkward silence before finishing with, "Great. Goodnight, Twilight." He looked past her to where Spike was standing in the kitchen. "See ya later, Spike." "Goodnight, Soarin." When he had finally left, she quickly but softly closed the door. "Whew. I'm glad that's over." "It wasn't too bad, was it?" Spike inquired as he shoved the last parts of his eggs into his mouth. "No, it was really nice. He's so sweet. He's just a bit..." "Stupid?" Spike suggested. "Stop it," she laughed. "Well, I think you two are quite adorable." "Thanks, Spike." "Anytime."