“Gonna get a pie, gonna get a pie, gonna, gonna get me a delicious pie!" Soarin' sung quietly to him. I think you can determine what he's going to get.
It was a beautiful day in the biggest sky city in Equestria, Cloudsdale. Wonderbolts practice was over, and it was lunchtime for Soarin'. He had forty-five minutes to eat, and then he had to go back to resume training and such. His favorite place to get lunch was at a bakery near the Wonderbolts headquarters, where every day he would get the biggest apple pie they had. The pies were imported from Sweet Apple Acres, an apple farm down in Ponyville.
He still remembered that glorious day a year ago when he had first tried their pies, at the Grand Galloping Gala. A friendly orange mare had been selling them; he had been her first and only customer. That pie had been the true highlight of his day, making it the best day ever. Sure, the orange mare and her friends had eventually destroyed the place and had created chaos, but who cares?
Then there was the rainbow-maned mare, Rainbow Dash, he recalled, who had rushed in and saved his pie. He had wanted to ask her out the moment she grabbed it, before it splattered all over the ground, becoming inedible. Soarin' shuddered at this thought; he couldn't bear losing his pie. That whole evening he wanted to talk to her, but some stupid snobs kept stealing him and Spitfire.
He squealed in joy when the super familiar bakery came into view, and he shot straight for it, tempted by the wonderful aroma that emitted from it. Landing on the puffy cloud, he inhaled the sweet smell and instantly fell into heaven. He sighed and stood for several minutes, perfectly still, ponies occasionally glancing at him in confusion.
His trance was broken when a little colt asked for his autograph; he signed the photo quickly and trotted inside, the scent now stronger. Standing in line, he scanned the display case for the pie, and found it, the splendid, large apple pie. He stared at for what seemed like forever, until he was next in line.
"Oh! Hi there Soarin', apple pie as usual?" The clerk, Shortcake, asked.
"The biggest one you got! And make sure it's from Sweet Apple Acres!"
Shortcake smiled. "It always is Soarin', it always is." She reached for the pie in the display case and set it on the counter. "Four bits, please." Soarin pushed over the coins to Shortcake, who gladly accepted them.
"Thanks! See you to-" Before she could finish, Soarin' slammed his hooves onto hers, who yelped.
"Never stop getting these pies. Never. Stop. And tell the Apple family to never stop making them." His serious face turned into a friendly one, and he poured three bits into the tip jar before leaving, the delicacy being held in his mouth.
"Uh..." Shortcake watched him go, embarrassed.
Soarin' exited the bakery, the pie just under his nose. A list of places where he could eat popped into his mind, and while he went through them, he noticed an empty table outside the shop. He shrugged and walked over to the table that was near the edge of the cloud the bakery sat on.
However, along the way, a grey mare with a blonde mane bumped into him. To his horror, he tripped forward, and his mouth opened, the delicious apple pie flying out, over the edge!
"Oh, sorry mister, I-"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Soarin' screamed. Everypony around groaned and clutched their ears at the volume. Soarin' shot through the air and sharply blasted down, leaving a trail of black, sparking smoke behind him. The grey mare coughed, and when the smoke cleared, frowned. Why couldn't she do anything right?
Soarin' struggled to keep up with the falling pie, but luckily it hadn't fallen out of its dish. He flew with all his might to catch it, but he was too far, and it continued to plummet down to its possible death. Soarin' gulped and doubled his speed, his wings being strained.
"DON'T DIE MY PIE! I'LL CATCH YOOOOOUUUU!" Soarin' shouted. He was a Wonderbolt for Pete's sake, what use was his speed if he couldn't save his treat?
Some pegasi nearby had actually followed him, watching the chase take place. To some it was pure entertainment, while to others it was Soarin', and they'd watch him any day.
Soarin' noticed that several birds were flying towards his falling pie, and he gasped, shocked. What if the pie landed on one and, and...Oh Celestia it was too terrifying to even think about.
"GET OUT OF HER YOU DAMN BIRDS! GET AWAY FROM MY PIE!!!" He screeched. He succeeded in scaring the birds away; they had rushed out of the way of the baked good. Soarin' sighed in relief, but it was cut short when he spotted the ground, and it was about, what, a few miles down?
"Noooooooo!" He cried out. He tore through the air, going at his maximum speed, grinding his teeth. Tears formed in his eyes, making his view blurry. He quickly shook them away, and noticed that he was much closer to his pie. He extended his arm, his hoof just in front of his treasure.
But it was no use. Even at the speed he was going, even if he did catch it, he would crash into the ground. Both he and his apple pie would fall and be destroyed. He allowed tears to fall, for he would lose his treat, his most wonderful treat.
"I want you to know, my dear pie, that even though I've only known you for a few minutes that I will always love you and the delicious apples inside you. You and your brothers, the apple pies, are the best pie there can ever be. Just know that." He whispered his message, softly.
He couldn't stop now; the ground was just below him. He squeezed his eyes shut, and waited for the darkness, the darkness that would surely come. The pie he had bought that day would die uneaten, and this saddened him. And so he waited to fall, fall onto the hard ground that was his death. And fall he did, he fell to his death...
...wait...but why was it fluffy?
Soarin' opened his eyes and found that he was laying on a plushy, white cloud. He jumped up and examined his perfect self. No cuts, bruises, nothing.
"Um, hey, is this yours?" A familiar voice spoke.
Soarin' spun around and met the glare of the sun. When he focused, he found the body of a rainbow-maned mare, the sun glowing behind her. In her left hoof, was his fabulous pie, in perfect condition.
"Y-You s-saved my pie..." He stammered.
"Uh, yeah, I did." She set it down onto the cloud, next to him. He ignored it.
"You saved it...again..."
"I did? Oh yeah, at the Grand Galloping-wait a minute...ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh you're Soarin'! From the Wonderbolts!" She exclaimed.
"My pie is saved because of...you..."
"Uh, yeah." She chuckled. "You've said that several times."
Soarin' suddenly grabbed Rainbow Dash's hooves, his eyes wide and sparkling, his mouth open in joy. Rainbow Dash's face was crimson.
"You saved my pie! MARRY ME!!!"