//------------------------------// // Chapter 3 // Story: Soarin's Nightmare // by BronyNinja209 //------------------------------// With a flap of his wings, Soarin’ took flight and ascended into the air. Once he reached an altitude he was happy with, he did a few loops and barrel rolls. The crowd went wild as he soared past them. Soarin opened his eyes and looked around his bedroom, he felt a warm breath of air on the back of his neck. He rolled over to see his wife to be laying next to him. A tear rolled down his one of his eyes as he looked at her, he knew it was all going to be over soon. He turned back over and looked at the clock on his small bedside drawers it was only five o’clock in the morning so he tried to go back to sleep. After about twenty minutes of failed attempts of falling asleep he gave up and decided to get out of bed. He removed the sleeping mare’s fore hoof from around him and got up and headed towards the bathroom. After his shower he went into the kitchen and clicked the kettle on. After it had boiled he got two cups out of the cupboard and put a tea bag and the right amount of sugar in each of them. He then walked to the bedroom and set one of them beside Spitfire on the small table on her side of the bed. “Hey,” Soarin said slightly rubbing his mare friend’s shoulder. “we gotta go in about an hour to speak to the team and start practising.” Spitfire looked at the stallion for a second in disbelief. “You, up before me?” She asked blinking her eyes a few times. “Another nightmare?” “Wha...What are you talking about?” He asked, shocked at the question at hoof. “Soarin’” she said putting a reassuring hoof on his shoulder. “You can tell me anything, you know that right?” “How could she possibly know?” He wondered to himself. Was it really that obvious? “I know Spits, but really, I’m fine,” he lied. “Fine, you win,” she said reaching for her cup of tea. ------------------------------------------------ Misty awoke to the smell of pancakes, she looked around the medium sized hotel room and saw Fleetfoot in the small kitchen. She got off of the couch and walked to the bathroom, but before she entered Fleetfoot spoke. “Hey sleepy head,” she said giggling like a filly.” Want some pancakes?” “Yeah sure, thanks.” Misty replied as she then walked into the bathroom. A few moments later she walked out and went back to the couch she had slept on. Fleetfoot walked over to the couch and put two plates of pancakes on the small coffee table in front of it. “Here you go.” She said in quite a happy tone of voice. “Thanks.” Misty replied looking curious about something. “Hey Fleet?” She asked, and Fleetfoot looked at her. “You say you’re into mares but weren’t you and Rapid dating a while back?” Fleetfoot nearly choked on the piece of pancake she had in her mouth. “Wha...Yeah but don’t tell him I told you this but I kinda felt sorry for the lad. After he told me he had never had a special somepony kinda shocked me and i felt sorry for him so I asked him on a few dates.” “Right ok….Wha? Rapid had never had a marefriend before you?” Misty asked with an evil grin on her face. “Thats right, why.” She replied with a raised eyebrow. “So, that means he’s a virgin right?” Fleetfoot’s cheeks flushed red at the question, and Misty noticed it. “No, you didn’t did you?” Fleetfoot’s blush intensed. “You did!” “Can we please change the subject? I’m kinda trying to eat.” “Aw come on you gotta tell me, how big is he?” She laughed. “Wha?” She said through a cough, “why do you…..” She was cut off by Misty’s incoming statement. “I bet it was small, wasn’t it?” “Misty!” She exclaimed. “I ain’t going into my sex life with you, ok?” Misty’s smile turned into a slight frown. “Ok Fleet you win. I’m sorry I brought it up.” “It’s ok. But why did you want to know if we did it or how big he is?” Fleetfoot asked in a curious tone of voice and a raised eyebrow. ------------------------------------------------ At the Canterlot stadium eight of the Wonderbolts were sitting round a table in an office. The office was a medium sized room with a oval shaped table in the centre, a small coffee table on the far end of the room with a coffee machine, a bottle of milk, some tea bags and a kettle. The room also had a window that took the majority of wall space on the right side as you walked in. “Ok listen up!” Spitfire instructed. “I am sure you are all aware that we have a minor setback, but not to worry, it just means more training.” She explained. Misty is gonna be filling in for Rapid, and she hasn’t seen the routine so we are gonna rehearse it shortly, but first have a drink and get something to eat. Get back here in one hour. Dismissed!” After that speech they all gave a quick salute and went about their business. That is until Spitfire stopped her friend, Fleetfoot. “Sergeant, can I speak with you for a sec?” She asked. Everypony else walked out, that is all but Misty who hid and eavesdropped on the two speaking. “What is it ma’am?” Fleetfoot asked. “Take a seat opposite me,” she instructed. Fleetfoot sat in the seat and nodded. “It’s about my brother.” she said which made Fleetfoot gulp but she nodded to say she was listening. “He wants to know if you would get back with him, he says he misses your company.” “In the bedroom maybe!” She said under her breath, but not quiet enough that she was heard by both mares in the room. Misty’s eyes widened and she giggled a little, but that didn’t go unnoticed by Spitfire. She left it for a second to try and figure out who it was before saying anything. “Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?” Spitfire asked raising an eyebrow at the other mare’s comment about her younger brother. “That doesn’t matter, and I’m sorry ma’am, but I’m going to have to decline,” she replied. It isn’t that he’s a bad guy or anything, It’s just that I like mares.”