> A Certain Romance
>  by ScousePone
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> The Good Times Are Killing Me
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The Good Times Are Killing Me
	

The stadium was littered with trash left over from the day’s main event: The Wonderbolts. A few hours earlier, ponies from all over had come to watch the legendary pegasi aerial acrobatics group perform their dangerous and stunning tricks. Now, nopony was in the stadium except the janitors who grumbled as they swept up the trash of several unknown ponies. It was around 9:30 at night when the Wonderbolts departed from their nearby training ground. Most of the pegasi were cheerful, sharing raillery between each other, but one in particular wasn’t feeling as high. Soarin walked slowly out into the night and let out a heavy sigh. The Wonderbolts was starting to take a toll on him. It’s not that he didn’t enjoy being a Wonderbolt, he was living his dream, but he hadn’t had a vacation in years! Soarin tiredly reflected on the day’s performance and how all the ponies in the crowd were mesmerized by the show. After their performance, he and his fellow teammates were met by swarms of autography hungry ponies.

“Wow,” laughed Wonderbolt captain Spitfire, “they’re like a bunch of starving little fish!”

“Yeah,” said Soarin plainly, “just like a bunch of fish.”

Soarin signed a few autographs and took a few pictures, basically making a little filly or colt’s dream come true, but it began to tire him out. He’d been doing the same thing for such a long time now. He was tired of hearing about how all the mares wanted him and how all the stallions wanted to BE him. Who could blame him? Practices were probably the worst part of it all for the pegasus. He loved Spitfire’s leading abilities, but sometimes she just didn’t know when to stop. She could make her talented flyers feel like a bunch of amateurs. He knew she was doing it just to make them better, it was her duty as captain, but Soarin was reaching his breaking point. He stopped walking and contemplated for a minute. He was one of the Wonderbolts’ best, so he surely deserved a vacation. Would Spitfire actually let him take one? Probably not. Celestia knows he needed one. His wings were getting stiffer every week. Even athletes have their limits and he was reaching his. Soarin ultimately decided to go and ask Spitfire if he could take a break from the Wonderbolts, he hoped she would approve of his desire, but he never knew with her. Her personality was like her mane in the fact that she sometimes had a flaming temper.

“Well, what have I got to lose?” Soarin asked himself as he made way towards Spitfire’s office.

The room was mostly dark with the exception of the glare from the television. Spitfire sat at her task steadily taking notes on the Wonderbolts’ routine that had happened several hours ago. When Soarin approached the door, he didn’t seem to notice any lights on. Presuming that Spitfire had left, he turned around and began to leave when he heard shouting coming from the room. Soarin realized she must be analyzing their routine; he couldn’t remember if he had made any slipups or not. He made his way back to the door, desperately trying to think if he made a mistake.

“Dammit Rapidfire! I don’t know how many times we practiced that move in training! Why can’t you just stay in sync with the rest of us?” Spitfire vented.

She would’ve continued with more expletives and criticisms had she not heard a knock on the door.

“Spitfire? It’s Soarin. Do you think I could have a quick word with you?” the bluish-white Pegasus asked from outside the door.

“Sure, just gimmie a quick second!” Spitfire replied while pausing the video that would be her date for the rest of the night.
Spitfire rose from her chair and opened the door. 

Soarin walked in and took a seat on the couch that sat in Spitfire’s office while she flicked on the lights.

“So, what’s up? Why didn’t you go out for drinks with the rest of the group?” the Wonderbolt captain asked as she walked back to her desk and took a seat.

“Well, I’ve been pretty stressed lately. I’m starting to get more and more distressed. In the past few weeks, I haven’t really felt like flying at all.” Soarin explained.

Spitfire nodded as she listened to what Soarin had to say. She could tell something was bothering him. As captain, she knew her flyers in and out and Soarin stood amongst the best. His recent performances, however, haven’t lived up to his standards.

“I’ve felt as if…as if I’m falling out of love with flying.” Soarin said.

“You’re one of the hardest working flyers we’ve got in the Wonderbolts. What makes you feel this way?” Spitfire asked, trying to get to the source of Soarin’s problem.

“To be honest,” Soarin said hesitantly, “I think it’s the whole Wonderbolt life. Our schedule is so busy, that I never have any time to relax. Before, this wasn’t a problem, but now it is. I just need a break, Spitfire. The last thing I want is to lose my love of flying. When I would fly, I would felt free. Now, I just feel caged.” Soarin continued.

Spitfire didn’t know that the Wonderbolt lifestyle was having this kind of effect on Soarin. She always thought, because of his work rate, that he didn’t mind being pushed further. However, she thought differently now. Spitfire didn’t think less of him; in fact, she admired him for admitting his feelings and expressing his concerns.

“Spitfire,” Soarin said leaning out of the couch almost as if he was pleading, “I need a break, a vacation, a sabbatical, an anything! Whatever it is, I just need to clear my head for a bit” Soarin concluded.

Spitfire leaned back in her chair and looked Soarin over. All she could think about was fatigue and how worn out he looked. His eyes weren’t his normal emerald green; the color was much more faded than usual. It made her question her leadership abilities. Perhaps she’ll start to ease up on the group and give them more breathing space. If it was anypony else, she would probably ponder the request, but Soarin was a close friend. Spitfire wanted to help him, not as his captain, but as a friend.

“I’m glad you came to talk to me, Soarin,” Spitfire said, “I can tell you definitely need a break. Normally, I wouldn’t allow ponies to take vacations when we have upcoming shows, but your case makes me worry your health, which will always be more important than our routine. You have my permission to take a vacation.”

Soarin’s heart skipped beat. Spitfire was always good to him, but he was still surprised she granted him his request. He already felt relieved. He shot up out of the couch with speed that he was so well-known for.

“Really? Thank you so much, Spitfire!” Soarin exclaimed as he rushed over to Spitfire and gave her a giant hug.

Spitfire couldn’t help but notice the fine muscles of Soarin’s arms and his overall strength as he hugged her. Soarin always was a handsome stallion, but she didn’t think of him that way. She felt herself beginning to blush. To avoid any more awkward situations, Spitfire simply coughed. Soarin, blushing a bit too, received the message just fine and quickly let go of the pegasi’s fit body.

“Ummm, yeah, thanks a bunch Spitfire. You really helped me out!” Soarin said somewhat embarrassed.

“Don’t mention it,” Spitfire retorted while waving her hand through the air as a symbol of forgetting Soarin’s personal display of affection, “But, when you return, I expect you to be in tip-top shape!”

Soarin felt a bit uneasy at the thought of more practice, but he didn’t show it. He simply nodded and left Spitfire’s office. After Soarin closed her office door, Spitfire resumed watching the video.

“All work and no play makes Soarin one dull stallion,” Spitfire smiled to herself.

Back home, Soarin began to pack up for his long-awaited vacation. He took most of his clothes with him. Spitfire never told him how long his vacation would be, but he just assumed it would be a week long or so. Only problem was, he didn’t know where to go. Cloudsdale started to bore Soarin since he’s lived there all of his life. He didn’t want to travel all the way to Fillydelphia or Manehatten; he never had a thing for big cities anyway. Then it hit him like a rock.

“Ponyville! I’ll go to Ponyville! It’s a quiet, small town that’s just the thing I need!” Soarin said happily.

After he had his entire luggage ready, he set his alarm clock for 7:30 am. Ponyville wasn’t very far away, so he didn’t need to worry about waking up at the crack of dawn and traveling all day. He climbed into bed and glanced at his clock and then towards his luggage. Soarin couldn’t wait to get out of Cloudsdale and unwind in Ponyville for a little bit. Images of the cute little town started to penetrate Soarin’s thoughts and he drifted off to sleep. The vacation was going to be a great one; Soarin knew it.

> I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor
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I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor


“Ugh, what the hell’s that damn buzzing?” mumbled a very tired Soarin as his eyes found the source of his rude awakening.

The clock flashed 7:30 and Soarin shot up out of bed, remembering the significance of today. The first day of his vacation started today and Soarin was filled with anxiousness. As he stretched his arms, legs, and wings in his bed, he wondered what he would do once he got to Ponyville. He’d only been there once before and, while it wasn’t a big tourist attraction, he did love its peacefulness. That’s really all the mattered to the strained pegasus. He needed some peace and quiet, some alone time, and Ponyville was going to provide it for him. Soarin shut off his annoying alarm clock, making a mental note to get one that has a more soothing tone, and got out of bed. After fixing his bed sheets, Soarin made way to the bathroom to get cleaned up. For some reason, Soarin wanted to be even more presentable than usual today; to him, this vacation felt like a big occasion, since he hadn’t had one in such a long time. With a nicely combed mane, shiny teeth, and just an overall sense of cheerfulness, Soarin was ready for his trip to Ponyville. He stopped for a bit and wondered how the Wonderbolts would do without him for the next week. They all had to improve a bit from their last routine.

“Ah, they’ll be fine. Besides, they have Spitfire looking after them. There’s no way she would ever let them slack off.” Soarin reassured himself.

Slipping on a blue shirt and a pair of jeans, Soarin grabbed the luggage that sat next to his bed and said farewell to Cloudsdale…at least till next week.

After flying for some time, Soarin had finally made it to Ponyville. The flight would’ve tired out lesser fliers but, for Soarin, it was a total walk in the park. Speaking of parks, Soarin landed right in the middle of Ponyville’s and gave his wings a quick stretch. He walked around the park for a bit just looking around at the nature surrounding it. Tranquility hung above the park like alcohol on your breath.

I should make my way towards the middle of town; try and find a hotel, Soarin reminded himself.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a pink earth pony with a poofy mane skipping gaily and humming a little song to herself. Soarin approached her hoping she would know where a place to stay was.

“Excuse me, miss? Do you know if there’s a place nearby to spend a couple nights?” Soarin asked.

The pink pony stared at him for a few seconds than, to Soarin’s astonishment, seem to float in the air for a pit and gasp.

“OH MY GOODNESS!” the pink pony yelled, “A super-duper NEW pony! I’ve never met you before! Are you new here? Where are you from? What’s your favorite color?”

The pony’s questions came out of her mouth at the same rate of an assembly line. Soarin didn’t have time to answer a single one. The pink pony then stopped and gasped again.

“Oh, I’m such a silly filly. I forgot to tell you my name! I’m Pinkie Pie and I’m friends with EVERYPONY in Ponyville! What’s your name?” she said while getting uncomfortable close to Soarin’s face.

Soarin looked into her cerulean eyes, which he thought were a little cute because they went so well with her pink coat and mane. His eyes also couldn’t avoid taking a quick glance at her large breasts that looked like they were barely contained by the light pink shirt she wore, but Soarin is a mild-mannered pony and didn’t stare. He opened his mouth to answer Pinkie Pie’s question, but he quickly stopped. Everypony associated the name “Soarin” with the Wonderbolts, plus he doubted there were many other ponies that shared that name. If he wanted to avoid massive crowds of autograph hungry ponies, he had to think of name and he had to think of it fast. He came to Ponyville to get away from the fans, not find new ones.

“I’m…Roadrunner,” it was the best Soarin could come up with the limited amount of time he was given, “I’ve come to visit Ponyville for a few days and I was looking for a hotel or something of the sort.”

“If you take 108 steps going steps going forward, then take a left and take 42 steps, then turn right and take another 23 steps, you’ll reach the Mane Hotel, Ponyville’s finest hotel!” Pinkie said in an energetic voice.

“The Mane Hotel. Okay, thank you very much…Pinkie Pie was it?” Soarin asked trying to clarify the bubbly pony’s name.

“Yuppie doodle!” Pinkie started to leave but quickly turned around, her breasts jiggling a bit as she spun, “One last thing, Roadrunner. I always throw big parties for every new pony that comes to Ponyville. Yours will be tonight at Sugarcube Corner. You can’t miss it. It’s a big, yummy looking, gingerbread house bakery that’s everypony’s favorite place because it has everypony’s favorite pony! It’s gonna be SOOOOOOOOO much fun. Probably more fun than you’ll ever have in your life!”

Soarin acknowledged the invitation and said he would be delighted to go. Pinkie Pie was awfully nice, but she was also a little zany. Besides, he wanted to rent a room at the Mane Hotel sooner rather than later so he could explore Ponyville. He and Pinkie went opposite directions and Soarin glanced quickly over his shoulder to sneak a peek at Pinkie’s butt. It was big and round, just like he thought it would be, but he snapped himself back to reality.

“Come on, Soarin. You know better than to do that,” Soarin reminded himself of his morals.

Soarin headed towards the Mane Hotel and took in the sites of Ponyville on the way there. So far, it was everything he hoped it to be. It was a perfect day outside and Ponyville’s residents were taking advantage of it. Soarin saw ponies having friendly conversations with each other, others waving to their neighbors, and a few fillies playing jump rope.

“Wow, this is like a Normane Rockwell painting!” Soarin said. Ponyville was definitely the perfect small town and was the perfect cure for Soarin’s stress.

The Mane Hotel came into full view and Soarin walked inside. For being a world famous Wonderbolt, he was surprised that not many ponies recognized him. However, most ponies only see him when he’s in his uniform. He wasn’t going to complain though. For once, he didn’t feel like he was on the run from his fans. The Mane Hotel wasn’t very big, mostly because Ponyville doesn’t get that many visitors compared to the big cities of Equestria. Nevertheless, it was still a very fine looking hotel. A beautiful Saddle Arabian carpet decorated the floor of the room and a fancy chandelier hung above it. Landscape paintings hung on the walls that added to the atmosphere of the hotel. Soarin approached the check in desk and was greeted by a white mare with a dark blue mane.

“Hi there, are you looking for a room?” the mare asked in a voice that matched a sweet look.

“Yeah, I was hoping too.” replied Soarin.

“We’ve got plenty of rooms available, friend!” the mare said with a warm smile. She turned around and took a key off the board that stood behind her. Turning back around, she handed the key to Soarin, who accepted it kindly.

Soarin thanked the friendly mare, who nodded back with a smile, and went to his room. The number was attached to the key chain; number 16. His room was just up a flight of stairs, so it didn’t take very long to get there. Once inside, Soarin dropped his luggage that he’d been carrying ever since he got to Ponyville and looked around the room. It was of medium size with only one bed, a queen sized, in the middle. Around the corner was the bathroom and just across from that a closet. There was also a dresser and night stand on the left and right sides of the bed respectively. Soarin made his way towards the dresser and started unpacking his luggage, which seemed to be getting heavier every second longer he held on to it. Once he was finished unpacking, he lied on his bed and stared at the ceiling.

“Wow, this bed is…really comfortable!” Soaring commented.

Drifting in and out of sleep, he thought about the sights of Ponyville he’d seen so far. They all gave him a warm feeling inside, like he was at peace. Perhaps the most intriguing thing was the wacky pony he had met when he first got there. Her name couldn’t come to Soarin’s head. Winkie Tie? Beady Eye? Pinkie Pie! That was it, Pinkie Pie! Soarin thought of her overwhelming friendliness, but his mind kept floating back to her overwhelmingly large breasts. He tried to shake the image out of his head; he barely knew the pony, but he couldn’t ignore their size. They weren’t ridiculously big, but they were well above average. While daydreaming about Pinkie, Soarin finally fell asleep. It had been a long day after all. On the night stand, a clock read 10:15 am.

Soarin awoke with a large yawn and gave all his limbs a stretch.

“I must’ve dozed off. I did have a late night and the thought of this whole trip kept me up for a good part of the night. It’s not like I have anywhere to be-PINKIE’S PARTY!” the lazy pegasus realized he had made a engagements, well, more like forced into one.

Soarin quickly looked at the clock next to him.

“7:30! How’d I sleep for almost eight hours? I guess my body needed to make up for the sleep it missed, but I don’t want to be late. Pinkie’s going out of her way to throw this party for me; I would hate to disappoint her.” Soarin said as he raced out of his bed like he was participating in a Wonderbolts Derby. 

Ignoring the sheets, he hot-hoofed it over to the bathroom and fixed up his mane, washed his face, and gave his teeth a quick brush. Part of him worried that someone would find out that he was a Wonderbolt, so he decided to wear his mane a bit differently. He brushed it back so it was nice and smooth. He put on a different shirt than the one he wore earlier too. If Pinkie asked why he looked differently, he would simply tell her that he wanted to look like nicer for the party. Come to think of it, he had no idea what kind of party it was supposed to be. Judging by Pinkie’s attitude, it would probably be much more fun than the parties he’s forced to attend as a Wonderbolt, like the dreaded Grand Galloping Gala. A distant memory from the farthest parts of Soarin’s brain crept up on him and he faintly recalled seeing Pinkie Pie there a year or so ago. He shrugged off, blaming “Occupy: Soarin’s Thoughts” on Pinkie’s party, which would be starting pretty soon. Soarin left the hotel in a flash and walked quickly through the streets of Ponyville.

“This is strange,” Soarin muttered to himself, “why aren’t there any ponies outside? They couldn't all be at the party, could they?”

Sugarcube Corner appeared a few yards ahead of Soarin; he made his way there with haste. As he got closer, the sound of music began to fill his ears. The song was an upbeat dance tune and, once he was close enough, Soarin noticed the silhouettes of several ponies inside the tasty looking candy store. Soarin pushed the door open and was immediately engulfed in a Pinkie Pie hug.

“Roadrunner,” Soarin forgot about his false identity, “you’re here! I’m so super-duper happy you could make it that I gave you a ‘Pinkie Pie Party Pony Hug’!”

Maybe Pinkie didn’t notice, but Soarin’s face was right in the middle of her large cleavage. Soarin started forcing himself out of her powerful hug. Pinkie let go and Soarin looked back at her with a very embarrassed upon on his face.

“Your face is all red! Did my cupcakes do that to you?” Pinkie asked as she pointed to her large bust with a cute giggle. 

Before Soarin got a chance to respond, Pinkie sped away to greet another group of ponies, stallions to be precise. Not once did they look Pinkie in the eye.

“Sheesh, they’re hard to not notice but at least look a girl in the eye when she talks to you,” Soarin said knowing full well that nopony could hear him because of the music.

Soarin made his way through the crowd and over to the snack table. While getting himself something to drink, he could hear Pinkie encouraging everyone to go and meet him. It made him think about the fans that would attack him endlessly after a performance. Soarin sighed and hoped that most of the party attendees would forget about his presence and just have fun. That’s all he wanted to do.  Soarin looked around and took in the whole scene. The lights were turned down pretty low, but there were a few neon lights to shut out total darkness. The music was loud, but not deafening. The music contained a mix of electronic dance music to typical pop tune; nothing to really complain about. Pinkie Pie did say she was great at throwing parties and she was right, everypony was having a wonderful time. Soarin throw his empty cup into the trash and decided to go and mix in with the crowd. A yellow pegasus bumped into him because both ponies weren’t paying attention to where they were going. She made a cute squeal when she made contact with Soarin and her cyan eyes looked at him through her pink mane. Soarin tried to apologize, but the mysterious pegasus made a beeline towards the door; Soarin noticed the way her butt moved as she ran. For the countless time today, Soarin tried not to pay attention to the pony’s nice ass, but it was difficult to ignore. The yellow pegasus was gone from the party, but not Soarin’s mind. Soarin suddenly felt like all he could notice was the parts of a mare a stallion shouldn’t be caught staring at. Like dynamite, an explosion went off in his head. Maybe some of this stress and frustration was because the lack of activity in his sex life? The never-ending schedule of the Wonderbolts does prevent a stallion from having some alone time with a mare and the lack of it can cause some mental strain. Plus, the images of Pinkie’s big breasts and the fleeing pegasus’ ass didn’t do Soarin any good. Soarin was a handsome stallion, so he wouldn’t have any trouble picking up any dates and a party was the perfect place for it! In all honesty, Soarin wasn’t really looking to take a mare out to a nice dinner then get dessert at home afterwards. He really was just looking for a mare who wanted to have some fun. Soarin then went on the hunt for a mare that was willing to spend the night with a very handsome pegasus.

Rainbow Dash sat a table in the corner of Sugarcube Corner. She, like everyone else in Ponyville, was at Pinkie’s party for somepony that was new to Ponyville. Rainbow couldn’t think of the pony’s name that the party was being held for. Lawn Mower? What kind of pony would have the name Lawn Mower? Rainbow Dash didn’t really care either way. She really only came to the party because her best friends would be there and she was hoping to seduce a stallion for the night. Dash scouted the room, looking for a ripe stallion, but all she could see was Fluttershy running away from the party.

“Well, at least she made an attempt to come,” Dash complimented.

Dash continued scanning the room to find a stallion that wanted to have some fun. A light brown earth pony stood a few feet in front of her talking to some other ponies.

“Well, he looks pretty fit. Wonder if his skills in the sack are as good as his looks,” Dash said as she decided to go for it.

Dash walked towards the sociable stallion but, right before Dash was about to say how cool she was, two very drunk mares surrounded him. By the look in their eyes, Dash could tell they were looking for some action and the grin on the stallion’s face told her that he was going to give it to them.

“What? Are you fucking kidding me? Eugh, that’s just my dumb luck!” Dash said as she stomped her hoof on the ground and folded her arms.

Dash returned to the table she was previously sitting at and took a swig of her drink.

“Maybe I’ll get a stallion if I get as drunk as those two sluts,” Dash mumbled.

Her good friend Applejack saw that Rainbow was one of the only few ponies that wasn’t on the dance floor. With beads of sweat trickling down her face, Applejack approached her down-in-the-dumps friend.

“What’s the matter, sugarcube? Why aren’t ya enjoying the party with the rest of us? We’re all having a great time!” Applejack said trying to persuade her friend.

“Hey, Applejack. I don’t really like this song playing, that’s why I’m not dancing,” Dash lied.

“Dash, you’re party poopin’ butt has been sitting here ever since the party started…plus this song just started playing,” Applejack told her friend, “now, what’s the real reason you aren’t enjoying the party?”

“Everypony’s getting hooked up with a stallion except me! Why? I’m cooler than most of these other ponies, not to mention I’m sexier too, but not one stallion has talked to me!” Dash sighed in frustration.

“Aw, come on now sugarcube. Not every mare’s going to be having some great time with a stallion tonight. Rarity’s too picky, Twilight sure ain’t gonna pick any of THESE stallions, and Fluttershy is…wait a minute, where is Fluttershy?” Applejack asked looking for her shy friend.

“Ha, you think Fluttershy’s going to stay at a party with all these stallions, especially with the body she’s got? I mean, her breasts aren’t as big as Pinkie’s or…yours, but every stallion’s eyes are drawn to her ass!” Dash got up from the table and pointed to her fit butt, “My butt’s a billion times sexier than Fluttershy’s!”

Applejack fixed her red button up shirt so her cleavage didn’t show so much after hearing Dash point out the sex appeal of her friends. Rainbow Dash didn’t have the largest breasts, but they weren’t the smallest either. Plus, Dash knew as well as Applejack that plenty of rumors floated around Ponyville that she only liked mares. Dash’s head hit the table with a depressing sigh.

“I don’t like mares, Applejack. I like stallion cock!” Dash said with a muffled voice.

A chuckle escaped Applejack after hearing Dash say something like that. Rarity, Pinkie, and Applejack had all been with stallions before (she wasn’t so sure about Twilight), but Rainbow Dash hardly was. Applejack patted Dash on the back and tried to get her to dance with her best friends.

“Dash, you’ll get a stallion tonight, but not by sitting here moanin’ and groanin’! A stallion should be making you do that! Now, get off your ass and have some fun with us!” Applejack said in the stern voice of a friend.

Dash looked up at Applejack, a few tears beginning to form in her eyes, and realized that Applejack was right. She decided to join her friend. A huge smile as bright as Celestia’s sun beamed across Applejack’s face and the two friends went to straight to the dance floor to join Rarity, Twilight, and Pinkie. The four mares danced to the music with the rest of the crowd. Dash was beginning to have a good time. She also saw a few stallions taking notice of her, which is what she really wanted. With more eyes on her, Dash started to dance more seductively, putting in more sway in her hips and shaking her ass a little. She could tell a few of the drunker stallions noticed the way her butt moved in her black athletic shorts while others saw the slight jiggle of her breasts in her blue tank top. Applejack, unlike the stallions, noticed the smile on her friend’s face; it made her smile too and she continued to dance with her friend.

“Uhhhhhh, I already have a date tonight. You’re cute, but I don’t think I’m game for a threesome,” a mare said to Soarin.

What Soarin thought was going to be a walk in the park turned out to be harder than his training when he first became a Wonderbolt!

“That’s the sixth mare that’s rejected me! Are you fucking kidding me? That’s just my dumb luck!” Soarin said as he stomped his hoof on the ground and folded his arms.

Soarin didn’t understand what was wrong. He was muscular, handsome, and nice to everypony that he’d met at the party. Maybe it was because no mare had ever seen him before? Could it be the incredibly idiotic name “Roadrunner”? He cursed himself for not thinking of a better name.

“If I told these mares I was THE Soarin, I wouldn’t be able to get them off my dick!” said Soarin rather vulgarly.

Soarin was about to go back to the snack table for another drink, he lost count of how many he’d already had, but he saw a pegasus towards the center of the dance floor. As she moved, her rainbow mane moved perfectly with her. Her face showed the definition of happiness in so many ways. Soarin caught a glimpse of her beautiful cerise eyes and how well they complemented her rainbow mane and cerulean coat. Her legs were those of an athlete and he could tell her wings were strong too. He watched in awe as her hips and butt rocked in perfect synchronization. Why hadn’t he noticed this pegasus earlier? She was beautiful! Soarin kept staring at her cute butt as she danced and, sometimes, glanced at her breasts. Her body was similar to Spitfire’s but, in Soarin’s view, was much hotter. The sweat glistened off of her like dew on the grass and added to her beauty.

“I don’t know if I’m drunk, but this pegasus is…wow,” Soarin said with a slight slur of his words.

Soarin moved towards her and hoped she would agree to his inevitable request. When he got close, Pinkie Pie popped up from behind the pegasus and ran up to him.

“Hiya again, Roadrunner! Are you having fun? This is a great party, huh? Everyone’s having a super great time!” Pinkie said putting an arm around Soarin.

“Hi, Pinkie. Yeah, this party sure is something,” Soarin said slowly removing Pinkie’s arm off of him, “are these your friends?”
“Are these my friends? They’re my bestest friends ever! Let me introduce you to them!” Pinkie said as she grabbed Soarin by the wrist and yanking him to where she, and the cerulean pegasus, were dancing.

Pinkie Pie introduced all her friends to Soarin. There was the orange earth pony Applejack, who had a cute face. A white unicorn with a mane that looked like she spent hours working on it named Rarity. Soarin was somewhat surprised to see Twilight Sparkle there, but he remembered that she lived in Ponyville.

Hold up, if that’s Twilight Sparkle then…they’re the Elements of Harmony! That blue one must be, what was her name, Rainbow Crash! No, that’s not it. Oh, Rainbow DASH! I remember her from the Grand Galloping Gala, not to mention she saved my life at the Young Flyers Competition. Soarin realized.

Pinkie mentioned a Fluttershy, a shy yellow pegasus, but told him she must’ve left the party. Soarin giggled and said he had run into her on her way out. Pinkies seemed pleased, but she excused herself as she found two stallion friends that she was going to “have a special party upstairs” with. With Pinkie gone, Soarin got a chance to know the Elements, well, mostly Rainbow Dash.

“Hi! You’re Lawn Mower right?” Rainbow Dash asked pointing at Soarin.

“Lawn Mower? No, I’m Roadrunner.” Soarin laughed.

“Did I really just say Lawn Mower? Wow…heh, sorry about that Roadrunner,” Dash asked with an embarrassed laugh.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s probably a better name than Roadrunner anyway.” Soarin joked.

The two pegasi joined in a laugh together.

“Twi, maybe we should let these two chat for a bit?” Applejack winked at Twilight. Twilight responded with a nod and a little giggle.

Soarin and Dash got lost in each other’s eyes. They continued to talk for a bit and shared a few more laughs. Soarin was really starting to like her, but they were both pretty drunk.

“I’m so glad I found a stallion! I was worried I was going to have to clop again tonight.” Dash said with a relief.

Soarin’s ears perked when he heard her say that. His face turned a little red, yet you couldn’t tell due to the alcohol in his system. Dash, however, noticed and rubbed the back of her head.

“I, I shouldn’t have said that out loud…”

Soarin thought of Dash clopping. He pictured her fingers slipping in and out of her wet pussy, a hand on one of her breasts, as she worked to reach an orgasm. He almost started to salivate at the image of her spraying her juices everywhere.

“You know,” Soarin said, “I’m actually glad I found a mare, because I was worried I was going to be clopping tonight!”

Dash also pictured her new friend clopping. She imagined his hand running up and down his cock, increasing with pace as his orgasm got closer, until his cum shot all over his stomach. Dash started to get excited and wanted what she was dreaming about. The two pegasi, now drunk and horny, looked each other in the eyes. They both saw the other’s imagination.

“Do you want to head back to my place?” asked Soarin.

“I think I’d really enjoy that…” Rainbow slurred seductively.

The two sexually reprieved ponies left the party and headed to the Mane Hotel. Soarin’s hand grasped Dash’s ass as they strolled through the empty streets. Dash’s hand reached over and grabbed his. Both knew it was going to be one hell of a night.
> Still Take You Home
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Still Take You Home

	

Luna’s moon acted as the spotlight for the night’s main performance: Rainbow Dash, live in Soarin’s bedroom! The ponies were intoxicated by alcohol and their lust for each other. Nothing was in the streets except Soarin and Rainbow Dash as they walked to the Mane Hotel. Conversation was made en route, but it generally consisted of lewd talk. Neither was a virgin, which seemed to turn them both on. Both had their fetishes, but they weren’t anything out of the ordinary. Laughs were shared too, mostly about Fluttershy and how she had abruptly fled the party. Dash wouldn’t usually make fun of her friend like that, but Dash usually isn’t this drunk. Nopony was inside the hotel when the two walked in.

“Isn’t somepony supposed to greet us or something?” Dash asked rather rudely.

“It is pretty late and everypony’s got to sleep sometime.” Soarin replied.

“Not unless they have a little fun first” Dash said lusciously while she flicked her tail against Soarin’s behind.

Soarin directed Dash to his nearby room. Even when drunk, Soarin still retained most of his manners. Dash stepped into the hotel room and looked around. Having never been inside the Mane Hotel before, she thought it didn’t look half bad. It had a very homey feel to it Rainbow Dash thought. She walked over and plopped herself on the bed, noticing how surprisingly plush it was. Soarin closed the door behind him and was greeted with a very lusty smile from Dash when he turned around. He could tell she was horny, which was good since his feelings were mutual. A part of him was telling him that he shouldn’t do have sex with her. He was fully aware that they were both drunk, but he didn’t really care. All he cared about was how sexy Rainbow Dash was and how much he wanted to fuck her. He wondered how he didn’t just attack her at the party, but he wasn’t as under the influence when he first saw her as he is now. After taking a few steps forward, Soarin was inches away from Dash’s face. The two leaned in for a kiss, Soarin slowly pushing Dash onto the bed. Their lips remained locked together as their tongues forced themselves into each other’s mouths. They could each taste the alcohol that skulked around on their breath. Neither of them mined; both enjoyed being locked in a kiss together. A small trail of saliva appeared once they pulled away for a breather.

“You’ve got quite a mouth there, Rainbow,” Soarin complimented.

“Not too bad yourself, Roadrunner. But, my mouth can do a lot more stuff than just kiss,” Dash said as she pointed to the large bulge in his pants.

“I don’t think I understand. Why don’t you show me?” Soarin teased.

With a chuckle, Dash pulled off her tank top and bra. Soarin noticed that Dash’s breasts weren’t as large as Pinkie’s or Applejack’s, but they weren’t bad either. They were of average size, which suited Soarin just fine. Dash gave Soarin a mischievous smile as she felt the bulge in his jeans.

“You’re pretty excited, huh?” Dash asked as she held the bulge in her hand.

“When looking at a body like yours, I don’t know who wouldn’t be.” Soarin said.

A warm smile appeared on Dash’s face and she eyed her prize. Dash’s hands fooled around with Soarin’s belt and started unbuttoning his pants. As she pulled the zipper down, Soarin’s penis almost hit her in the face from its sudden attainment of freedom. Luckily, Dash was quick and avoided being cockslapped. She looked appetizingly at Soarin’s penis, which was bluish-gray and 18, maybe 19, inches long; either way, he was big. Dash’s mouth began to salivate as she took in a great whiff of his musk. It was almost as intoxicating as alcohol.

“Wow, you’ve got quite a cock here, Roadrunner,” Dash said mimicking Soarin’s earlier comment while she held it in her hand.

Soarin could only smile at the horny pegasus’ comment. Soarin always thought his cock was of pretty good size. He thought about how many other mares would kill to trade places with Rainbow Dash. Mares usually labeled Soarin as the “sexiest Wonderbolt” and no doubt fantasized about receiving a good fucking from him. By the look in Dash’s eyes, Soarin could tell she wanted it more than any other mare he’d seen. Dash’s tongue slid out of her mouth and ran up Soarin’s length. They were just getting started and Soarin already felt in heaven. Her tongue continued her trip on the highway of Soarin’s cock. It had been some time since Dash tasted stallion cock and she missed its taste. Tired of using only her tongue, Dash began to slip Soarin’s big cock into her mouth. She wanted to take it all in, even if it choked her. As she started sucking him, Soarin let out a few satisfied moans. Trying to pleasure him more, Dash circled her tongue around the head of Soarin’s cock; she was rewarded with a loud groan from horny pegasus.

“You’re right,” Soarin said, “your mouth can do a lot more.”

With a cock in her mouth, it was a little difficult for Dash to muster a smile, but she managed to do it. Dash’s head continued to bob up and down as she began to take in more of Soarin’s pent up cock. A wet spot formed between Dash’s legs due to the excitement of the situation. Her hand drifted down, slipped into her shorts, and started teasing her wet pussy. She couldn’t hide herself from Soarin and it turned him on even more. His moans started to become louder, along with Dash’s, and he began thrusting his hips forward to increase the pace of his blowjob. Dash started to feel his cock throbbing and could tell he was getting close. He put his hand on Dash’s head to try and control her pace to his liking.

“Shit, Dash. Your mouth is fucking incredible! I’m…I’m gonna cum soon,” Soarin said with pleasure.

Dash didn’t need to be told twice. Eyes closed, her head bobbed furiously up and down as she took in all of Soarin’s cock. Using her free hand, Dash decided to give Soarin’s balls some attention. With her mouth doing an excellent job sucking his cock, her hand fondling his balls, and watching her other hand play with her pussy, Soarin could no longer hold himself back. Soarin needed to release what he’d been holding in for a few weeks now. Without warning, he shot a load of thick cum down Dash’s throat. Dash’s eyes opened wide as she felt it hit the back of her throat. Dash didn’t think it tasted all that bad, but maybe she would’ve thought differently if she had been sober. Soarin quickly pulled out and shot another large load on Dash’s face. It spread across her muzzle, mane, and even got onto her tits. Soarin felt great after cumming, more so than he did after clopping, probably because a mare caused it to happen. After a few minor shots of cum, Soarin’s orgasm had subsided and he rolled onto the bed.

“I should’ve known there’d be such a large load from a cock like that,” Dash said as she began to lick off Soarin’s cum and taste her own juices.

“That was just…incredible,” Soarin said looking up at the ceiling.

“Hey, don’t go and get soft on me now. We aren’t even close to being done,” Dash said whilst gripping Soarin’s cock and working it back to attention.

Soarin was fully erect in ten seconds flat and sat up on the bed. Dash turned around, her ass facing Soarin, and bent over so he got a great view of her fit, athletic ass. However, Dash’s shorts were still on, so there wasn’t much Soarin could do.

“Uhhh, Dash? You still have your shorts on,” Soarin said pointing to Dash’s round ass.

“Fuck me…” Dash said.

“I will as soon as you get your shorts off,” Soarin retorted.

“No, I meant, eugh, never mind,” Dash said as she started pulling her shorts and underwear off, the latter was almost completely soaked.

With her ass completely bare, Soarin had a terrific view of her tight pussy. Soarin had seen his fair share of mares, but Dash’s was one of a kind. Juices dripped from her endlessly, signifying how badly she wanted it. Dash looked back at Soarin with wanting eyes, almost like she was begging to be pleased. It drove Soarin mad. He leaned in towards her pussy and dragged his tongue up her soaked slit. The sensation caused Dash to emit a long moan. Taking notes from Dash’s oral work on himself, Soarin forced his tongue inside her wet folds. He loved the way she tasted and how her walls clenched around his tongue. The harder his tongue worked, the louder Dash’s moans became. Soarin turned his attention towards Dash’s clitoris, which had now become erect. Dash nearly screamed when Soarin’s tongue flicked over her clit. She had never felt so much pleasure before. Sure, she’d been with other stallions, but Soarin’s tongue was doing things that no other stallions’ had done.

“R-roadrunner! That’s…” Dash could barely get a word out.

Dash’s actions spoke louder than her words. With a long, hard moan, Rainbow Dash reached her climax. Her legs shook as her juices sprayed over Soarin’s face and the bed. After her powerful orgasm, Dash collapsed onto the bed, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she breathed heavily.

“Oh my gosh…I’ve never cummed like that before.” Dash moaned.

Soarin, now licking off Dash’s juices, could only smile at the sight before him. A sexy mare nearly passed out from pleasure in front of him. Soarin wished he could take a picture of it and keep it forever. After a few seconds of recovery, Dash looked back at Soarin.

“Roadrunner, I need your cock. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Neither can I.” Soarin placed his hands on Dash’s flanks, rubbing her rainbow cutie marks, and lined up his cock with her entrance.

The tip of Soarin’s cock met Dash’s entrance. Another moan escaped Dash as she felt Soarin beginning to enter her. Slowly, Soarin pushed his cock inside. He only got about four inches in; he wanted to make sure he wouldn’t hurt Dash.

“I want more of your cock, Roadrunner. I need more of it!” Dash pleaded.

Responding to Dash’s request, Soarin pushed more of himself inside of her. Dash cried out in both pain and pleasure. Soarin started thrusting in and out at a moderate pace. Dash’s body started to move at the same pace with Soarin as he pumped into her, her moans becoming short and separated, but filled with ecstasy. Soarin started to increase the speed of his thrusts and, eventually, his cock was slamming into Rainbow Dash. Dash, overcome by what she was experiencing, had her face dug into the bed as she groaned loudly with extreme passion. Her body was accepting every inch of Soarin with ease. Soarin didn’t think she was particularly tight, which made it all the more simpler to give her his entire length. Even though her pussy had been fucked before, it still clenched around his cock like it was a brand new experience. The deeper he’d push in, the tighter Dash became. Her walls closed down on his cock as he continued fucking her. The two pegasi were in a state of bliss. Dash could feel herself getting close to her second orgasm.

“I’m getting close again,” Dash forced out.

“Yeah,” Soarin said as he continued pushing in and out of her, “I’m about to cum too.”

“You…you can’t cum inside,” Dash said as she continued to receive her fucking.

Soarin was a little disappointed, but he understood that Dash didn’t want to take any chances. Plus, it would be his dumb luck to have drunken sex and end up impregnating his partner. With his orgasm near, Soarin slammed into Dash with the pace only a Wonderbolt could have. Dash’s second orgasm came and she moaned straight into the bed. If she hadn’t, any ponies in nearby rooms would’ve definitely heard her. Soarin had also reached his second orgasm and pulled out before any semen was shot into Dash’s vagina. He stroked his cock until cum shot out onto Dash’s ass and back, some even reaching her mane. Soarin thought the mix of white pony cum and Dash’s cerulean coat went well together. Admiring his work, Soarin laid on the bed; Dash was still panting due to the intense fucking she had just received.

“You’re one hell of a fuck, Rainbow Dash,” Soarin said as tiredness began to sink in.

“I could say the same thing you stud,” Dash said crawling up next to Soarin and lying beside him.

Dash gave Soarin a peck on the side of his face and rested her head on his shoulder. She still had cum on her ass and back, but she didn’t care. Soarin gave her just what she needed, a good fucking only a stallion could provide and Dash gave Soarin just what he needed, release. The two ponies eventually drifted off to sleep with very satisfied grins on their faces.
Dash woke up the next morning with a slight headache. Last night was somewhat of a blur. She remembered going to Pinkie’s party, sitting alone drinking, and then eventually going to some pegasi’s room and having sex. Wait a minute, Dash had sex! With a stallion nonetheless! She could’ve done a sonic rainboom right then and there due to her happiness. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Applejack’s face knowing her best friend got laid. Who did she fuck anyway?

I think his name was Roadrunner. Yeah, Roadrunner. Pinkie had that party for him in the first place. Dash thought to herself.

Dash saw that her partner was still asleep next to her. She glanced over at him and saw that the covers were falling off of his body slightly. Dash smiled and was going to fix the covers had it not been for what she saw. The covers revealed part of Soarin’s athletic body, specifically around the flanks. Dash looked at it harder and saw a bit of his cutie mark. She didn’t even know what his cutie mark was, mostly because she was drunk last night, and she was rather curious. She pulled back the covers so she could see all of Soarin’s cutie mark. It was a yellow lightning bolt with wings. Dash gasped in surprise. There’s only one pony with that cutie mark. Dash couldn’t believe it. She just had sex with Soarin the Wonderbolt.

“OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH!” Rainbow Dash yelled in astonishment.

Dash’s expression of a whole set of emotions caused Soarin to wake up with a scream and jolt into the air, promptly hitting his head on the ceiling above. It didn’t help that he was very hung-over either.

“Ow, son of a bitch, that hurt! Rainbow, what happened? Why are you screaming-” Soarin then realized that the alcohol had worn off and he was naked, which meant Rainbow Dash had the perfect view of his cutie mark. Rainbow Dash was fully aware that he wasn’t Roadrunner. So much for his perfect vacation.

> Last Nite
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Last Nite



“You’re Soarin! THE Soarin! Like, the WONDERBOLT! This is so awesome!” Rainbow Dash said as she flew and did a backflip in the air to express her enthusiasm.

Soarin was actually surprised at how Dash didn’t even seem upset that he lied to her; he was surprised at himself though. He would’ve never let alcohol get a hold of him and take advantage of mare. When he thought about what he did, his stomach began to feel sick.

“I can’t believe I just had SEX with Soarin! Last night must’ve been the best night ever (I wish I could remember it), though I probably drank a little too much,” Dash said with a slight chuckle.

“Rainbow Dash, aren’t you upset at all? I mean, I did lie to you, which I fully regret doing, but that party gave me a new sense of freedom and, admittedly, I drank much more than I should’ve. This whole thing just feels…wrong,” Soarin said with a somber voice.

“Are you kidding!? This is so right! I fucked a stallion that was a Wonderbolt! How in Equestria can that be wrong!?” Dash flew towards Soarin so she ended up inches away from his face. It made Soarin feel a bit uncomfortable, mostly because both ponies were still completely naked.

Soarin cleared his throat and gently pushed Dash back so she wasn’t so close to him.

“Look, we both had a rough and exciting night,” Soarin pointed towards the disheveled bed sheets as an example, “and I can obviously tell you’re very thrilled, but I can’t just let you shrug off my deceit; I’m not that kind of stallion.”

Soarin’s manners had some sort of magical effect on Rainbow Dash. Stallions in Ponyville were always nice to her and every other pony, but she’s never seen them act with the same mannerisms as Soarin. She liked it; Rainbow Dash felt like more than just a regular mare.

“Well, you did just give me the night of my life, so the least I could do is listen to what you have to say,” Dash said.

Soarin nodded and began picking up his clothes. If he was going to have a conversation, he wasn’t going to be naked. He picked up his shirt from off the floor along with Dash’s shorts. He tossed them over to her; she caught them perfectly. After recovering the rest of his wardrobe, Soarin turned away from Dash and got dressed. Dash was a little quizzed by this since hours ago the two had just fucked each other.

Just decency, I guess. Rainbow Dash thought as she gathered up the rest of her clothes and covered herself.

After the two hung-over ponies were dressed, Soarin fixed the sheets and looked at Dash. Her mane wasn’t neatly brushed, but it didn’t detract from her looks. The alcohol may have clouded his mind, but it sure as hell didn’t cloud Dash’s beauty. Few ponies looked like Rainbow Dash and Soarin admired it. She stood out; it would be impossible for you to not notice her. It made Soarin think of himself, especially when he’s in his Wonderbolt outfit.

“Um, can I help you with something?” Dash asked, successfully snapping Soarin back to reality.

“I, uh, was just about to ask you if you wanted to grab some breakfast or something,” asked Soarin with the clear sign of embarrassment in his eyes. Dash giggled at the sight of such a famous pony feeling uncomfortable.

“Sure, I’m pretty sure the Mane Hotel has free breakfast anyways. Both of us could probably use a black coffee, too,” Dash replied.

With everything looking orderly, the two began to leave the room. Soarin was about to open the door, but was suddenly stopped by Dash.

“Hold up,” she said as she turned him around, “you’re mane’s a mess. There’s no way you can go out looking like that!” She ran her fingers through his mane, trying to make it look presentable. His hair was soft to the touch and smooth. Dash kept sorting Soarin’s sloppy mane until it was too her liking, though she could’ve kept playing with his mane.

“There, looks perfect now! Though Rainbow Dash doesn’t spend hours on her hair like Rarity, she still knows how to make a mane look nice,” Dash said with a cute smile, “Does mine look okay?”

“It looks fine to me but,” Soarin fixed the parts of her mane that stood out of place, “there’s a few parts that need to be taken care of.” Soarin enjoyed the way her mane felt. Like his, it was soft and smooth. Though she didn’t really seem to show it, Soarin had a hunch that Dash did care about the way she looks. He wished she wouldn’t though. There wasn’t anything wrong with her.

Once their manes were fixed, Soarin and Rainbow Dash looked into each other’s eyes. They seemed to act like mirrors, reflecting so much back to them. So much of themselves lied in their each other’s eyes.

“We should get going. It’s 10 in the morning and I’m not sure how long they serve breakfast for downstairs,” suggested Dash.

Soarin nodded and the two left the room. After the couple got downstairs, they entered the dining area, which really wasn’t anything more than a few tables and booths; it looked very similar to a coffee shop. Soarin and Dash took a seat at a booth that sat in the corner of the room. 

The waitress approached them and asked if they were ready to order. They both ordered black coffee.

“Have a fun night, huh?” the waitress said with a smirk, “good for you two!”

Soarin rolled her eyes as the waitress departed. She seemed a little nosey, which annoyed Soarin. He ignored it and looked around what he decided to call a café. Like the rest of the hotel, it was nice and clean. Soft music played in the background and went fitting with the photos on the walls. Soarin’s sightseeing was interrupted by Rainbow Dash.

“So, why exactly are you in Ponyville, ‘Roadrunner’,” Dash inquired.

Soarin drew in a heavy sigh. “Well, I needed a vacation.”

“A vacation? A vacation from the Wonderbolts? Who’d ever want that?”

“I would, well, did. Don’t get me wrong, I love being a Wonderbolt, it was always a dream of mine since I first saw the Wonderbolts put on a show back when I was a colt, but it just started to become too much. Shows, practices, and fans everywhere. The rest of the team didn’t really seem to mind it, but I did. I could never get any alone time, just some time to relax, which really would’ve done my muscles some good. I decided I needed a vacation, so Spitfire allowed me to take one.”

“Wow! I can’t believe Spitfire let you take a vacation! She’s so, how should I put it, intense.” Dash said.

“Yeah, but she means well. She would go to the ends of Equestria to do what’s best for her team, that’s why she’s our captain,” Soarin said warmly.

“Why’d you call yourself Roadrunner?”

“I figured I couldn’t run around saying I was Soarin, since everypony knows who I am. I’d just be experiencing what I wanted to escape from. Roadrunner was the first thing that came to my head. I think it was the nickname of some famous pony athlete, eh, who knows?”

The waitress returned with Soarin and Rainbow Dash’s coffee. She poured it into their cups and left, telling she hoped they enjoyed it. The conversation paused so the two could take a sip; it wasn’t very good, probably because it was just straight black.

“Eugh, I hate black coffee. I hate headaches. I hate getting drunk!” Rainbow Dash said in frustration.

“Same, I don’t see how anyone can drink this stuff,” Soarin said as he swished around the coffee in his cup, “Anyways, why don’t you tell me about yourself? We probably did this last night, but I can’t really remember much of our conversation. There was something about a yellow pegasus?”

“Yeah, that’s Fluttershy, one of my best friends. She ran away from the party, like she usually does. She’s shy, but she’s got a kind heart. You’ve already met Pinkie, she’s crazy, but everypony loves her. You met Twilight, Rarity, and Applejack too. Applejack’s probably my best friend, since we have so much in common. Plus, she’s the only pony around here that can actually give me a challenge when it comes to athletics. I guess that’s really about it.” Dash said.

“Well, what about you?” Soarin asked. Not to be rude, but he wasn’t all that interested in her friends, but much more intrigued by her.

“Me? I’m the coolest pony around! I love flying and I’m the best at it too. The best flyer in Equestria! Though, I think you know that after I saved your life,” Dash smiled as she saw that that made Soarin blush, “I like to play pranks too, usually with Pinkie Pie. What else is there? Oh, I have the coolest pet tortoise named Tank! He’s a total badass! I like to read those Daring Do books; you should totally check them out if you’ve never read them. I guess to top it all off, my dream is to be a Wonderbolt…like you.”

Soarin was disappointed that Dash had stopped telling him about herself. They were so similar. Soarin loved flying, didn’t mind playing a few pranks, and even enjoyed the Daring Do series (who didn’t though?). Rainbow Dash was like the female version of Soarin, but maybe 20% cooler.

This pony is amazing! Maybe last night wasn’t so bad. I just wish I could remember having sex with her; I’m sure it was fucking incredible. Soarin thought to himself.

“Become a Wonderbolt. Well, if I remember correctly, you are a fast flyer. Hey, were you and your friends ever at the Grand Galloping Gala? I think I remember seeing you there,” Soarin questioned.

“Grand Galloping Gala? Nope. Never. Heh, I usually wouldn’t go to something like that, too boring.”

“Are you sure? I distinctly remember a pony who looked just like you saving my pie, which I could’ve sworn I bought from your friend Applejack, from smashing on the ground.”

“Had to have been somepony else…”

Soarin stared Rainbow Dash down. He knew she was lying. The night was unforgettable, mostly because of the ruckus her and her five friends caused. It really made the constantly boring gala exciting, plus the looks on some of those Canterlot ponies’ faces were just priceless.

“Dammit, yeah, I was there and I saved your precious pie,” Dash said as she sat back into the booth, “It’s not like I’m the only one here who’s lied before.”

Soarin’s heart sunk. He still felt utterly terrible about what he did to Dash. He knew he didn’t rape her or anything of the sort, but it sure did feel like he did. He would usually never have sex with a pony he barely knew and, after getting to know Rainbow Dash, he felt even worse about it. He looked down at his hooves and played with the utensils on the table.

“Hey, come on, I was only kidding!” Dash teased and giving Soarin a playful shove in the shoulder.

“I know but, I just feel awful about it. Last night was so unlike me. I let alcohol get the best of me and I could’ve gotten reckless. What if I didn’t take you home with me? What if I took home a drunk, married mare and then faced the wrath of her husband? What if I fucked some under aged mare and got her pregnant? Wait…did I cum inside you? Please tell me I pulled out!” Soarin demanded.

“Relax! Yeah, you pulled out, twice. Although I’m not entirely upset about not being able to swallow a huge load of cum which, to be honest, would probably taste better than this coffee. And, yeah, I get you’re worried about what could have been, but none of those things happened. I know you were you drunk, I was drunk too if you can’t recall. You didn’t rape me, any stallion that did would be dead in ten seconds flat! We all make stupid mistakes but, last night, I don’t think was a stupid mistake,” said Rainbow Dash truthfully.

“You don’t?” Soarin said looking up. Dash could see that tears were trying to force their way out, but Soarin held them back.

“Of course not! In fact, last night was perfect. Most stallions around here think I’m a lesbian,” Dash motioned towards her mane, “but I like stallions! Getting rutted by a stallion wasn’t the highlight of my night though; it was that I got rutted by Soarin, which was so much better than I imagined it would be…did I just say that out loud?”

Soarin laughed and his spirits began to brighten. Dash was right. Last night wasn’t so bad. He finally got to have some release and ended up meeting a one-of-a-kind mare. In fact, he wished he could experience it all over again, except this time sober. Soarin placed his hand on top of Dash’s.

“I don’t think you’re a lesbian. I do think you’re pretty damn cool though. Thanks, Dash. I’ll admit, I was overreacting a little,” Soarin leaned in to kiss Dash. She was all too willing to accept.

The kiss, unlike the one they shared last night, wasn’t plagued by the taste of alcohol. This time, it was blessed with the taste of love. Nopony forced a tongue inside; instead they just embraced each other. A few seconds later, Soarin pulled away.

“Dash, I love you.”

Rainbow Dash was in a state of shock. Everything was happening pretty fast, even by her standards. Soarin, her favorite Wonderbolt, had just kissed her. Not just a “thanks for sucking my cock” kiss, an actual, meaningful kiss. Deep down, Dash shared all the same feelings Soarin. He was one of the main reasons she wanted to be a Wonderbolt. Whenever she would think about being part of the daring flying team, she always thought about her being partners with Soarin. Now, he was right in front of her, something she always wanted.

“I love you too, Soarin,” Dash said as she and him joined in another kiss.

After their second kiss, the couple decided to leave and enjoy the day out in Ponyville. Soarin suggested what they should do, as he had barely any knowledge of the place.

“You know, I do want to be a Wonderbolt,” Dash hinted.

“Yeah?” Soarin asked.

“Well, I think I should test myself to see how good I am so, how ‘bout a race?”

Soarin couldn’t say no to a race, especially one against Rainbow Dash.

> Alone, Together
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Alone, Together
	

Life always had its curveballs, but one thing was for certain: the weather in Ponyville was always fantastic. When it was sunny, it was sublime and not a degree too hot or too cold. When it rained, the storm was never violent. Ponyville must’ve been under some sort of spell to provide such perfect weather. Well, at least that’s what Soarin thought. He had only been in Ponvyille a little over 48 hours, so he didn’t really experience the climate of the town, but he didn’t believe he ever would if the weather was consistently superb. However, if there was one thing Soarin could mention about the weather, it would be how perfect it is for flying. Luckily for him, he would be racing Rainbow Dash in a few minutes.

Earlier that morning, Dash had challenged him to a race, mostly to prove herself against one of the Wonderbolts’ best. Like most pegasi, Soarin knew about Dash’s speed, mostly because he experienced it firsthand. After all, she hadn’t only rescued him from falling to his death, but rescued his pie at the Grand Galloping Gala from suffering the same fate. If Dash hadn’t reminded him about all the times they’ve ran into each other, Soarin would’ve never remembered them. He remembered her saving his pie, but he didn’t quite understand how he could forget about how her saving his life. Frankly, Soarin didn’t really care, so he just shrugged it off. A race with Rainbow Dash was what was on the professional flyer’s mind. Both he and Dash returned to the room to get freshened up and ready for what would become an eventful day. Soain insisted on Dash using the shower first, since she was his guest. The act of chivalry warmed Dash’s heart. Some might say that chivalry was dead, but Soarin proved those critics wrong. Dash wasn’t complaining about it at all; she wanted it to occur more often! After the two had finished straightening themselves up, Soarin asked Dash about the challenge she had made.

“So Miss Dash, are you still up for that race?” Soarin said with a smirk on his face.

“Ha! You should be asking yourself if YOU’RE up for that race!” Rainbow chaffed at Soarin, “I am the fattest flyer in Equestria!”

Soarin chuckled lightly to himself.

“What are you giggling at?” Dash investigated.

“Oh, nothing at all,” Soarin said as he had to smile at Dash’s obliviousness to her word choice, “Just thinking about the FASTEST flyer in Equestria becoming the slowest!”

“As if! Come on, let’s get going! I’ll take you to my favorite flying spot in Ponyville,” Dash said as she grasped Soarin’s wrist and guided him out of the hotel room.

Dash led, or flew, Soarin through the streets of Ponyville, gripping his hoof the whole way. Most of the faces that Soarin saw, he barely recognized from the party. Nonetheless, they all had smiles on their faces while they waved to him and Rainbow Dash. Soarin loved the friendliness of Ponyville. The pegasi of Cloudsdale were nice, but incomparable to these ponies; Dash’s voice would save himself from even thinking about Canterlot’s sociability.

“It isn’t that much farther; probably five more minutes. Trust me, it’s a really awesome pla-WOAH!”

Dash had made contact with something else in the air and she fell to the ground, but broke her fall with Soarin’s head. As Soarin groaned while lying prone on the ground, Dash’s butt landed right on his face and her chin hit his back; the butt probably hurt him more though. Quickly, Dash lifted herself off of Soarin and rubbed her behind. Soarin was relieved, until a heavy bag took the place of Dash’s rear. When Soarin removed the bag off his snout, he noticed that it was filled with letters.

“Hey, why don’t you look where you’re going?” Dash protested.

A gray pegasus mare floated down to the ground to meet Dash and Soarin. She had a blonde mane and, as Soarin and many other ponies noticed, a pair of crossed eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Dash!” the pegasus apologized, “I was too busy looking at the address of this letter that I didn’t see where I was going!” She showed Dash the letter as proof.

“It’s okay, Derpy,” Dash said pushing away the letter, “just try to be a little bit more careful next time, okay?”

“You betcha, Rainbow Dash! I’ll be extra careful next time!” The googly eyed pegasus said, “I’ll see you around, Dash!”

“Alright! See ya, Derpy!” Dash waved as the mailpony departed.
Soarin lifted himself off the ground quick enough to grab Derpy’s bag.

“Miss! You left your bag!” Soarin alerted Derpy.

The ditzy pegasus turned around and rushed to retrieve her bag. Her hand was soft as it met Soarin’s.

“Whoops! Thanks, mister! I have to deliver all these letters by noon!”

“Well, you better get going then! Every mail service should be speedy and efficient,” Soarin said.

“You bet! I gotta get going! Bye, Mr. Dash’s boyfriend!”

Soarin’s eyes shot wide at Derpy’s comment. He wasn’t Dash’s boyfriend, was he? He did say that he loved her this morning, but was that truly legitimate? He spun around to ask Dash what she had meant about that, but Dash was already ahead of him.

“Don’t mind her, that’s just Derpy. She’s a little silly, but she means well.”

“She seems like a nice mare; friendly like every other pony around here.”

“Yeah, but sometimes ponies get aggravated at her. Occasionally, she’ll deliver a letter to the wrong pony. Other times she may even damage town property!”

“Every mailpony makes a mistake once in a while; it’s nothing to get all bent up about. Not sure I can say the same for the latter though, but every town needs something to keep it on its toes.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Dash said, “Anyways, we better get moving. I can’t wait to see the look on your face once I bet you at what you do best!”

Soarin followed after Dash with a smile on his face. An intense race may do Soarin some good and he knew Dash wouldn’t fail in that department. In about five minutes, Soarin and Dash were in the middle of a wide open field with a few trees scattered throughout. Off to the distance on one side of the field was an entrance to a forest that looked a bit foreboding. The whole scene looked like something out of a painting. Soarin thought it was actually very beautiful.

“This is my favorite place to practice my stunts. Nopony really comes around here, so I can get some good Dash time. It’s a great place to relax when I’m done too,” Dash said.

“It is pretty serene. Most pegasi don’t know this but a peaceful location can actually make you a better flyer! Along with-”

“YES! This place just got even more awesome! I have to be the best flyer in Equestria now!” Rainbow Dash while shooting into the air and effectively cutting off Soarin’s sentence.

“ALONG WITH staying levelheaded,” Soarin said pulling Dash back down to earth, both physically and mentally.

A hint of red appeared on Dash’s face as she chuckled and rubbed her head. “Yeah, heh, I guess I do have a bit of an ego.”

“There’s nothing wrong with having an ego,” Soarin assured her. “Just don’t mistake it for excessive pride. I’ve been part of the Wonderbolts for a while and I’ve lost count of how many ponies couldn’t get through the academy because of how high they viewed themselves. If you want to be a Wonderbolt, remain humble. Let your flying do the talking.”

All Dash could do was agree. Soarin knew firsthand of what it takes to make it through the academy and become a Wonderbolt. She hoped he would give her a few more tips that prepare her mentally, after their race of course.

“Well, should I let my flying to the talking right now? This race is still happening!” Dash pointed out.

“It would be a perfect time, wouldn’t it?” Soarin laughed. “I just hope you’re ready for it!”

Dash gave Soarin a look that said it all. Confidence, determination, and intensity. Soarin, for the first time in years, actually felt intimidated. A competitive smile spread across Dash’s face.

“We’ll race to that cloud waaaaay over there,” Dash said pointing to a barely noticeable cloud. Soarin had to squint to even get close to noticing the makeshift finish line.

“Okay, seems pretty simple,” Soarin said as he did a few quick stretches and positioned himself for the start of the race.

Dash did the same and looked over at Soarin. Soarin looked back and gave a mischievous smile. Dash gave him a parallel look as she stretched back, ready to burst into the sky at any moment.

“Ready,” said Dash while unfurling her wings.

“Set,” Soarin added as he stretched his legs back to give him an extra push.

For a good five seconds, neither pony said a word. They looked straight into each other’s eyes, attempting to gain an edge in the pre-race mind games.

“GO!” The two pegasi said together as they burst from the ground with unbelievable speed, blowing the leaves and loose grass around them off in every direction. Soarin’s take off was much better than Dash’s, but her technique wasn’t far off. Thanks to his skills, he had an early lead, but his opponent wasn’t far behind. One of the most basic rules of racing was to never look behind you, but Soarin must’ve forgotten it because he did exactly that. He took a quick glance over his shoulder to see Dash approach him at a tremendous speed. Within seconds, she had flown past him.

“I’ll save you a spot on the cloud!” Dash jeered.

Soarin growled to himself and pushed himself further. There was no doubt about it, Rainbow Dash was extremely fast; one of the fastest flyers Soarin had ever seen to be precise. However, ponies would say the same thing about Soarin and he needed to prove that he deserved the praise. He beat his wings faster in an effort to catch up on Rainbow Dash, who was gradually gaining a substantial lead. Unfortunately for Dash, Soarin caught up to her quickly and was now neck and neck with her, successfully taking away her lead. She looked towards the cloud that was still quite a distance away and tried even harder to increase her speed. With every inch she gained, Soarin stole back. Dash had never flown against a pegasus as fast as Soarin. The fastest creature she had ever raced against Gilda, and even then that wasn’t much a comparison. Soarin’s abilities were on a whole new level and it pushed Dash even further. Soarin saw that Dash was pulling away and he too flew with more intensity. Both pegasi sped past several clouds, trying desperately to reach one in particular. With each beat of their wings, Soarin and Rainbow Dash enclosed in on the destination with undefinable speeds. It had to have been one of the most intense races both parties had ever been involved in; both were having the time of their lives. For Rainbow Dash, it wasn’t every day that she got to race an actual Wonderbolt and, for Soarin, it was one of the first times in he didn’t know how long that he got to race for the pure fun of it. He didn’t have to worry about making sure his timing when attempting a stunt, being consistent, or taking several other ponies around him into account. The race reminded him of why he loved flying: the freedom. Nothing could come close to the feeling of soaring through the open skies and riding the wind. Dash was making Soarin feel like he was flying through the skies for the first time in his life. When Soarin’s mind came back the race, he and Dash were inches away from the cloud, neither one of them giving a centimeter away. A camera would’ve been needed to see how touched the cloud first.

“HA! How’s it feel to lose?” Dash teased, wiping sweat from her brow.

“I think we both touched the cloud at the same time, Dash,” Soarin said as he let out a deep sigh.

“Are you kidding me!? I totally got here before you!”

“We were neck and neck the whole race!”

“You’re probably right. That was one hell of race! I’ve never faced that kind of competition before!”

“I know! I haven’t felt that alive in I don’t know how many years. It just felt, so…amazing! You have no idea how thankful I am, Dash!”

“Heh, it’s no big deal, really.”

“No, it is a big deal! I’ve been so busy in the past few months that I started to forget why I wanted to join the Wonderbolts in the first place! I started to forget about my love of flying; the freedom of it all. You reminded me, Dash,” Soarin grabbed both of Dash’s wrists. “You’ve done more for me than any other pony I’ve ever met.”

Dash started to blush. Soarin’s gratitude towards her was flattering but also incredibly sweet. She wasn’t a Rarity, but there was something about a stallion pouring his heart and soul out to her that really touched her. Not to mention that Soarin’s body looked even better when covered in sweat. If you asked Soarin, Dash didn’t look half bad sweaty either. Both ponies, exhausted after an intense race, looked in each other’s attractive eyes. The two leaned each other’s heads in until their lips touched. The kiss wasn’t the first they had shared, but it felt like it was. Romantic wouldn’t necessarily be the word to describe the night before, but it would fit the context of the day’s events. Something lived in that kiss that gave it meaning. Like the kiss they had shared that morning, all they could taste was romace. For a good solid minute, their lips stayed fixed in their current position like soldiers standing at attention. It wasn’t until they received their next order that they managed to move again. Soarin pulled away first and placed his hands on the sides of Rainbow Dash’s face. Her cheeks were soft and smooth. Soarin’s hands were glued to them.

“Dash, you’re the greatest pony I’ve ever met. I said it this morning, but I really do love you. That, I promise you, is not a lie.”

Dash gazed back at Soarin, noticing the look he had in his eyes. It was a look that filled with truth, affection, and regret.

“Soarin, I-gosh, is this even real?”

Soarin leaned in for another kiss that Dash couldn’t turn down. Again, they shared a powerful kiss. This time, however, Dash showed a bit of her dominance and pushed her tongue past the lips of Soarin. He didn’t object and moved his tongue a bit further as well. When they performed the same act several hours ago, the two only enjoyed it for the sexual thrill. Now, it was the thrill of love that took over. Dash was also the first to pull away from the kiss.

“You know, I’ve always had a crush on you. I’m sure you hear that a lot, but mine was sincere. You don’t know how many times I’ve fantasized about this…and now it’s actually happening! Hell, I didn’t have a crush; I was completely in love with you!” Dash exclaimed.

Soarin couldn’t take his eyes off her body. In his mind, she had the perfect body. He couldn’t find one fault with her. He was truly stunned by her beauty. Soarin caressed her body as he dove in for yet another kiss. Dash let out soft moans from the feeling of Soarin touching her. She couldn’t help but fall onto the cloud as Soarin’s touches didn’t let up. One hand would run along legs as he pecked at Dash. It was paradise. Nopony had ever touched Dash the Soarin was. Soon enough, one of Soarin’s hands had found its way to her breasts and lightly grabbed it. Slowly, Soarin moved his hand around while joining Dash in another kiss. His lips against hers muffled her marvelous moans. Soarin’s only free hand then traveled to Dash’s lower body. He ran it up and down her leg wanting to feel every muscle in her muscular body. Eventually, Soarin’s hand rubbed Dash’s inner thigh. Yet another moan escaped Dash, which caused Soarin to smile as his hand continued its journey on Rainbow Dash’s body. Once he had reached the space between her legs, he began to delicately rub the outside of her black athletic shorts. Dash looked up at Soarin with a very pleased look on her face.

“It’s a good thing nopony comes out here, isn’t it?” Soarin teased.

“You have no idea,” Dash said lightly.

Tired of rubbing her shorts, Soarin slipped his hand inside and past Dash’s underwear. His fingers were greeted by a moist feeling. A wide grin immediately spread across Soarin’s face.

“A little excited, huh?”

Dash closed her eyes and grinned. Soarin started to rub her slit gently as Dash groaned. Soarin’s fingers slowly teased Rainbow Dash, which rewarded him with several adorable moans from the light blue pegasus. Tired of teasing, Soarin slipped a finger inside of Dash’s lips that were becoming wetter by the second. The feeling caused Dash to shut her eyes even harder and moan even louder. Delighted by this sight, Soarin started to slip inside Dash a bit faster. Once he was inside, Soarin would feel Dash’s soaking walls. Next to flying, it was one of the greatest feelings Soarin had experienced. Dash’s body reacted with overwhelming beauty. Every so often, her breathing would quicken and she’d raise her hips off the ground while emitting the sexiest of sounds. Soarin’s body also reacted to the situation as his member became harder with every movement and sound that was made by the captivating pony beneath him. After a few more minutes of fingering Rainbow Dash, Soarin dragged his fingers out of pussy and looked down at his erection that was desperately trying to free itself from his pants.

“A little excited, huh?” Dash joked.

“I don’t know who would be after seeing you like that. It was just beautiful,” Soarin replied.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Dash said seductively.

With a luscious grin, Soarin slipped off his pants that held back his growing erection. Once they were off, Dash got a full view of his 18 inch long cock. Dash barely remembered how big he was from last night, but was certainly impressed.

“Wow…how do you fly with that thing?”

“It’s never erect when I fly, mostly because there isn’t an incredible, sexy pony to please it,” Soarin said while he ran his hand underneath his cock, also slightly impressed at his length.

“Luckily for you, there is now,” Dash giggled.

Soarin spread Dash’s legs to get a perfect view at her soaking pussy. He almost dove in with his tongue, but decided doing the same job with his stallionhood would be much more enjoyable. He pushed his member up against her marehood and glanced back up to Dash’s face. Half-lidded with a smile, she met his eyes as well. It was a look you only see once in a lifetime. Soarin turned his eyes back to what really needed the attention: Dash’s soaking cunt. The horny stallion began to slip his throbbing member inside Dash’s wanting entrance. Immediately, Dash reacted. She arched her back and moaned into the air.

“Ah, you’re so big,” Dash barely got out.

Without a word, Soarin continued to push himself in. Dash’s marehood invited more and more of his cock has he continued to enter her. Once Soarin believed he had enough of his length inside of Rainbow Dash, he began to thrust in and out. The feeling of his thick cock rubbing up against her tight walls drove Rainbow Dash mad. It wasn’t her first time, but it sure did feel like it was. As Soarin pumped in and out of her, Dash’s breathing began to quicken and her walls enclosed around his large pony cock. On the other end, Soarin couldn’t object to the feeling of fucking a tight snatch. However, it couldn’t top the feeling of fucking Rainbow Dash. Whilst pumping in and out of her at a moderate pace, Soarin couldn’t take his eyes off the undoubtedly beautiful mare beneath him. As her sped up, Dash’s eyes would shut and she would let out moans that got louder with every thrust. If he was a weaker stallion, Soarin would’ve came just at the sight before him. Beautiful was the only word he could think of to describe to. Mesmerizing. Enthralling. He would need a whole damn thesaurus to fully describe Rainbow Dash. Before he knew it, Soarin began to drive himself inside of Dash at a quick pace. Dash couldn’t handle it. All the emitted from her was a combination of moans, cries, and gasps. An idea popped into Soarin’s head and he dragged a hand down to Dash’s clit. Soarin cursed himself for not having a camera to capture the look on Dash’s face when she saw his roaming hand. She wouldn’t even dare to think of stopping Soarin. His hand made contact with her slit and started to rub it. Dash shrieked in immense pleasure. She raised herself off the cloud a bit to receive more of Soarin’s length. The combination of Soarin fucking her and rubbing her clit caused Dash to drool and take in the incredible amounts of pleasure she was receiving. Dash couldn’t hold back any longer and gave in, reaching an intense orgasm. It was so powerful that Dash actually squirted juices up onto Soarin’s face, which caused his eyes to shoot open. The incident was the final straw and Soarin, like Dash, couldn’t hold back. With one final, deep push, he released a gush of cum inside of Rainbow Dash, both ponies yelling each other’s names. Quickly, he leaned his head down to meet hers and share a full kiss with his perfect mare. The two moaned inside of each other’s mouths as their orgasms died down. Dash shivered at the feeling of Soarin’s cum filling her up; it was enough to make her collapse in pleasure. Soarin pulled his cock out, which was followed by his seed leaking out of Dash’s marehood. With a heavy sigh, Soarin collapsed on the cloud next to Rainbow Dash.

“That was probably the greatest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. You're just beyond words, Dashie,” Soarin said as he looked up at the sky that matched Dash’s coat.

Dash scooted in closer next to Soarin and placed a hand on his chest and ran her fingers over his muscles. “I couldn’t agree more. It was so awesome.”

She pecked Soarin on the cheek who then turned her head so they would meet in a full kiss. However, Dash tried desperately to pull away from Soarin’s mouth. Using her strength, she ultimately broke free and looked behind the cloud in awe. Soarin was confused as he didn’t understand what brought about this sudden change in behavior, until he looked behind him. A familiar looking pegasus with a yellow coat and pink mane was hovering behind them with the most surprised of looks.

“Oh my…” the pegasus muttered with a face that was red with blush.

“Uh…hey Fluttershy…what brings you around these parts…” Dash asked embarrassingly.

Well, some explaining would be in order.
> The Way It Is
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The Way It Is


Fluttershy quickly averted her gaze from the couple who had clearly enjoyed themselves for the past hour. There was a part of Fluttershy, though, that didn’t want to look away though. Was it curiosity? She was a virgin after all, but the act of sex wasn’t alien to her; she’d see the animals do it every so often. Perhaps it was jealousy? Seeing her friend Rainbow Dash getting dominated by a stallion had seemed to irk something inside of her. What was she thinking? Fluttershy never had thoughts like this; she didn’t want to start having them now either.

“I’m sorry. I heard some…uh…noises and I-I thought they sounded like you, so I flew up here to see if you were o-okay. I didn’t expect to see…”

Without finishing her sentence, Fluttershy closed her tearful eyes and flew away from the cloud that Soarin and Dash lied upon. Dash had never seen Fluttershy fly that quickly before.

“Was that the same-” Soarin was about to ask

Rainbow Dash sighed. “Yes, that was Fluttershy. She ran away at the party and, as you just saw, ran away from us too.”

“Should we, I dunno, go find her or something?” Soarin said while he collected his and Dash’s clothes. He handed Dash her pieces of clothing then slipped on his.

“Yeah, in a bit. She probably just flew back to her house, which isn’t far from here at all. In hindsight, maybe we shouldn’t have had sex out in the open like,” said Dash while donning herself with clothing.

“Maybe, but I think it was worth it,” Soarin grabbed Dash by the waist and drug her closer to himself. He planted a small kiss on her nose. Dash smiled.

“Anyways, let’s go find Fluttershy. I don’t want her to get any wrong ideas.”

The serenity of the forest that surrounded Fluttershy’s cottage fitted the pegasus perfectly. All she really needed was some animals to help and she would be fine; she wouldn’t give up her best friends either. There was one friend she couldn’t get out of her head: Rainbow Dash. The image she had just seen a few minutes ago refused to accept its eviction notice. Instead of running away, Fluttershy wished she had actually talked to Dash. Now, the next meeting between the two will be interrupted by awkwardness. Fluttershy hated awkwardness. She lied down on her couch with a cup of tea that she had quickly made for herself. The taste was a bit different, something she wasn’t used to. Frankly, she didn’t really like it. Fluttershy started to drift off to sleep, but was halted by the knocking on her door.

“Fluttershy? Are you in there? It’s me, Rainbow Dash!”

Fluttershy wanted to avoid answering the door, but she just couldn’t. Dash would probably be mad at her. After all, Fluttershy had no business flying up there. She could tell by the sounds that something intimate was going on and curiosity had gotten the best of her. Hesitantly, she cracked open the door and peeked outside.

“Um…yes?”

“Fluttershy, I want to talk to you.”

“Oh, um, no?”

“No? What? Listen, I just want to clear some things up. I’m not mad.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, I promise.”

“Do you Pinkie Promise?”

Dash rolled her eyes. Pinkie Pie wasn’t even here. On second thought, Pinkie could be anywhere.

“I Pinkie Promise,” Dash said just in case her bubbly pink friend would pop out from nowhere.

Slowly, the door to Fluttershy’s secluded cottage opened up. Rainbow started to step in and greet her timid friend. She wasn’t alone though; behind her stood Soarin. Fluttershy hadn’t noticed him earlier since he was almost directly behind Rainbow Dash along with the fact that her door was barely open. When she did see him, Fluttershy pulled Dash into her house like she was rescuing her from a monster. The door then slammed shut with an echo that rang throughout the woods. Soarin stared at the door, dumbfounded.

“Uhhh, okay. Guess I’ll wait out here then?”

Fluttershy immediately stood in front of the door so her aggravated friend wouldn’t barge out of her home, or let her new friend inside. Rainbow Dash wasn’t too keen on the way Fluttershy was acting.

“Fluttershy! What gives?” Dash yelled, throwing her arms into the air.

“Oh Dashie, you can’t bring him in!”

“Why not?” Dash said with the folding of her arms.

“Well…because…um…he’s mean!”

“Mean? You’ve never even met him! You may have BUMPED into him, but there’s no way you, Fluttershy, would go and have a conversation with someone new.”

Fluttershy lowered herself, casting her eyes to the floor. Dash was right, that stallion hadn’t done anything wrong, Fluttershy just wanted to avoid an awkward scene.

“Come on, Shy. I know you, uh, caught us back there, but we aren’t mad! We were out in the open! Anypony could’ve flown up; I’m actually glad it was you and not a young filly that just learned to fly!”

Fluttershy’s tears started to cease their runs down her face as if they had gotten their orders to retreat back to base. She understood, she just wished that it wasn’t Rainbow Dash she had caught. To her, it was a way of reminding her that she and all of her friends were getting older. Fluttershy didn’t want to get older, but it was certain. However, the matters between her and Rainbow Dash were much more important.

“Oh, you’re right Rainbow Dash. I just, I don’t know, it’s so strange seeing two ponies like that, especially when it’s your best friend. I was worried you were going to be mad at me. You promise you’re not mad?”

“I Pinkie Promised remember?”

Like a fire, a smile spread across Fluttershy’s face. She joined her good friend in a hug, knowing she was lucky to have her by her side. It wasn’t until Dash spoke up that they realized that Soarin was still outside.

“Hey, Fluttershy, Soarin is still standing outside,” Rainbow Dash she as she pointed towards the door.

“Whoops!” gasped Fluttershy. She quickly flung open the door to let Dash’s special somepony inside. She was a bit worried he may have run off but, sure enough, he was still standing there, except he was looking around the outside of Fluttershy’s cozy cottage.

“Hey, Soarin! You can come on in now!” Rainbow Dash notified.

Soarin turned around to face Dash and her friend who still hadn’t fully emerged from outside of her home.

“Okay, I was just looking at all the flowers out here; they’re really beautiful!” Soarin commented.

“Oh, um, thank you very much. I do work really hard to keep them healthy. The animals really like it too,” Fluttershy quietly said, taking a step outside with each additional word.

“You’re doing a wonderful job! It actually makes me want to leave Cloudsdale, you know there aren’t any flowers up there,” Soarin replied as he walked closer towards the cottage.

“There aren’t any animals up there either!” Fluttershy was now fully outside of her cottage.

“That’s true; it’s funny because I’ve never actually thought about that. Huh, it’s strange to think that all those pegasi that haven’t ever left Cloudsdale have never seen a bunny or anything,” Soarin said as he took his place next to Rainbow Dash.

“I’m sure they’d love them! They’re such cute little bunnies!”

“By the way, I’m Soarin,” the Wonderbolt extended his hand.

“I’m…Fluttershy,” the shy pegasus accepted the offer.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, miss.”

“Oh, well, I did bump into you at your party, didn’t I? I can’t remember it being thrown for Soarin. No. It was thrown for…Roadrunner! So, you’re name isn’t Roadrunner?”

“Hey everypony,” Dash interjected, “why don’t we all go inside? Soarin can give you the rundown on everything in there.”

Soarin and Fluttershy both nodded and entered the cottage; Soarin made sure the two mares went in first and shut the door behind them. Once the three were inside, they all took seats on Fluttershy’s furniture. Fluttershy began to make a cup of tea while Soarin and Dash chatted for a bit, the latter leaning up against the former. The scene was hard to not admire; two ponies very much in love with each other. As Dash’s head rested upon Soarin’s shoulder, his arm was draped over her athletic body, occasionally rearranging her mane so it was all kept in place. Fluttershy returned to the two, a smile on her face, with the tea. The three ponies drank their warm beverage as Soarin told Fluttershy everything that had happened in the past three days. He told her about the stress of the Wonderbolts, the reason why he called himself Roadrunner, and how he met Dash. That final part made Fluttershy blush a little. Fluttershy was anything but a drinker, though she knew a few of her friends could hold their liquor, particularly Applejack and Rainbow Dash, of course. Given those facts, she still didn’t think Rainbow would hook up with a stallion in a state like that. Either way, Fluttershy could see how much Rainbow Dash enjoyed Soarin; she was attached to him like hands on a clock. Soarin was also inseparable from his partner. The two were a perfect couple; a couple that would be difficult to separate. A thought circled around in her head about how long Soarin would be staying in Ponyville. She was just about to ask him when Dash threw out an idea to the group.

“I think I oughta introduce to the rest of the girls!”

“That’s a great idea, Dash! Before though, how long is Soarin staying in Pony-”

“I would love to meet your friends. I don’t really remember them from the other night,” Soarin cut off Fluttershy, not out of rudeness but because he couldn’t hear her.

“But, Soarin, how long will you be in?”

“Awesome! I think they’re all at Sugarcube Corner. If not, we’ll just get Pinkie to round them up!” Dash planned as she started to leave Fluttershy’s cottage. “You coming, Fluttershy?”

“Yes, but, oh what’s the use…”

Twilight Sparkle, Rarity, Applejack, and of course Pinkie Pie were all conveniently gathered at Sugarcube Corner. Pinkie had invited them to taste test her new cupcakes, though her three friends were quite the skeptics, simply because guacamole flavored cupcakes didn’t sound like something that would appeal to their taste buds. “Guacupacups” is what Pinkie called them; the name didn’t exactly appeal to the ears as well. Thankfully for Pinkie’s guinea pigs, they wouldn’t have to taste her experimental recipe because Rainbow Dash would come to save the day, or at least their appetites. In fact, Applejack was just trying to think of an excuse to escape from Pinkie’s clutches when Rainbow Dash strolled in to the bakery.

“Hey guys, how’s it going?” Soarin was around her arm; Fluttershy followed softly behind.

Applejack was the first to turn around, but not the only one to feel incredibly relieved.

Whoo, thank Celestia

“Howdy there, Dash!” Applejack waved at her winged friend.

“It’s so great of you to drop by, darling! We hoped you would show up,” Rarity said.

“Well, I just thought I’d introduce all of you to Soarin.”

Twilight looked towards Dash with a puzzled look on her face. “Wait a minute, Soarin? I thought his name was Roadrunner!”

Before Dash had a chance to speak, Pinkie Pie burst from the kitchen.

“No way silly! That’s Soarin, duh!”

Every pony in the room, including Soarin, all stared at the happy pink pony quizzically.

“What do you mean, Pinkie? He,” Twilight pointed directly at Soarin, who was starting to feel a little attacked, “told all of us, including you, that his name was Roadrunner! Why wouldn’t he just tell us the truth?”

“I knew he was Soarin! My Pinkie Sense told me that he was lying!”

Twilight’s face changed completely, becoming one that didn’t need any explanation. Pinkie Nonsense is what she would prefer to call it.

“Your Pinkie Sense told you? Really?”

“Uh-uh! It sure did! Twitchy back leg, itchy hoof, floppy left ear, a quick sneeze, and then a floppy RIGHT ear means that somepony isn’t saying who they really are!”

“Pinkie, that sounds a little, I don’t know,” Twilight couldn’t think of a word to use.

“A copout?” Applejack suggested.

“Yeah! A copout!”

“I didn’t make up the story Twilight! I just do what the good ol’ Pinkie Sense tells me!”

“I just find it a bit hard to believe is all, but I guess I should believe it. Though it still seems like bit of an excuse” Twilight accepted.

“That’s a bit ironic…” Rarity said softly under her breath.

“What was that?” Twilight asked her friend. She approached Rarity and looked her straight into her eyes.

“Nothing, nothing,” Rarity said nervously while her eyes danced around the room. Celestia knows she wouldn’t want to make Twilight mad; nopony knows what she’d do!

“I think what Rarity’s trying to say is that, well, you’ve solved some problems just out of nowhere before, Twi,” Applejack chimed in.

Rarity was motioning behind Twilight for Applejack to not say another word. Applejack received the message and zipped her mouth shut.

“What do you mean by that? We’ve all gone through plenty of hoops to save Equestria and it just so happens that my magic usually saves the day for everypony, but I don’t really see how that-”

Rainbow Dash was getting fed up with all this bickering and just wanted all of her friends to meet and actually get to know Soarin. Fluttershy did it and she caught them in the act!

“Can everypony just shut up!” Dash yelled, her voice carrying through the whole bakery.

Dash’s outburst got everypony to be quiet, even Pinkie Pie, which made Dash feel a pang of proudness considering how difficult that is. The agitated pegasus flew into the air, symbolizing that she wanted to be heard.

“You can all argue about copouts and everything later! Now, we’re all in the presence of a guest here, a very special guest! Soarin, NOT Roadrunner.”

Soarin cautiously stepped forward and waved a hand at Dash’s friends whose eyes were still fixed on their floating friend.

“And yes, he is the Soarin you’re probably thinking of, the Wonderbolt one.”

A few gasps escaped the mouths of the ponies, mostly because of their inability to put two and two together and get the final piece of the puzzle.

“I knew that name sounded familiar! Shoot, ain’t that something, a Wonderbolt here in Ponyville!” Applejack grabbed Soarin’s hand and shook it ferociously. When she let grow, Soarin could’ve sworn his hand now had a heartbeat.

“Know what this calls for? A PARTY!” Pinkie pulled a cannon out of nowhere and was just about to shoot it off when Dash flew right in front of it.

“No! We can’t throw a party! Well, at least not a big one! Soarin’s on vacation to get away from all the fans and stuff. A huge, typical Pinkie party could ruin that for him!” Dash explained.

“Dash has a point,” Twilight agreed. “A party definitely would not be the best idea.”

Pinkie’s smile faded a bit and she looked a little down. Soarin didn’t think Pinkie could ever look sad but, as soon as he thought that, another smile appeared on the pony’s face.

“I’ll throw him a super quiet party!”

Pinkie Pie pulled, essentially out of thin air, a palm sized version of the cannon she had earlier and fired it. A miniscule amount of confetti followed, which caused everypony to laugh for a bit. Instead of throwing a party, the group decided to just sit around and talk with Soarin. They asked him about his interests, the music he listened to, the foods he enjoyed. Truthfully, they all seemed to be avoiding questions about the Wonderbolts as they didn’t want to cause Soarin any distress, but a few questions did come up. One would ask how he became a Wonderbolt and Soarin would answer honestly.

“Mainly just by working hard and staying dedicated. That’s probably the biggest thing you can when you’re working to become a Wonderbolt.”

That would lead to wondering about how difficult being a Wonderbolt actually is.

“It’s challenging, but I think that’s what makes it fun. There’s always another level you can push yourself to. Always something more you can achieve.”

Rainbow Dash listened intently to every word Soarin said. He didn’t fully realize that he was giving her such helpful advice; advice that she hoped would make her a Wonderbolt. Her friends continued to talk to each other while she fantasized about reaching her dream and performing for thousands. Surprisingly, that’s not what she actually cared about. As her mind danced around the floor of her fantasy, the image of her performing along Soarin joined in. Being a Wonderbolt would be amazing, but being one with Soarin would be beyond words. The two would loop around each other, always close to a collision but yet far away from one as well. One might even try and sneak in a kiss during a show. Suddenly, becoming a Wonderbolt had an even greater reward. The voice of Applejack brought Dash out of her pleasant fantasy and back to reality.

“I’d love to say and chat some more, but I get to back to Sweet Apple Acres. Big Mac needs some help with chores around the farm; I’d hate to make him mad.”

Dash, Soarin, and the rest of the group all bid farewell to Applejack, though the rest followed soon after. Shortly after Applejack’s departure, Rarity explained that she had an order of dresses to take care of for a group of Canterlot ponies and they’d be sending someone to pick them up in about a week. The order was rather large and required an early start. A little while after the posh unicorn left, Fluttershy sadly had to leave because she wanted to make sure her animals were doing fine. The next to leave was Twilight. Princess Celestia had send her a letter about some spells that Twilight would need to study. Soarin didn’t want his new friends to all leave at once, but each and every one of them told him that they should do something together soon, to get to know each other more. Soarin would be happy to get to know Dash’s (or should he call her his marefriend?) friends better. He did enjoy her friends and thought they were all very nice, and a bit funny, ponies. All the remained were Rainbow Dash, Soarin, and Pinkie Pie.

“We should get going soon. If we stay a little longer, Pinkie may do…some crazy Pinkie thing,” Dash whispered to Soarin.

“If you want to leave, then okay, though I’d love to see what else Pinkie has planned.” Soarin thought about her “Party Cannon” and the way she literally bounced around at the party she threw for him. He also thought of the party Pinkie had thrown and how her hug forced his face into her breasts. There was no doubt that with a body like hers, getting a stallion was a simple task. Soarin hoped the other sex didn’t take advantage of her; Pinkie probably wouldn’t let them though. She was a sweet pony, but not naive. The subject of his thoughts then appeared from the kitchen with a tray of baked goods.

“I hate to make you two leave, but I totally forgot about a note left from the Cakes that said I had to prepare a bunch of cupcakes for some big party over in Fillydelphia!” Pinkie wore a frown on her face, but the presence of sweat on her forehead showed that she had much work to do.

“It’s okay, Pinks,” said Rainbow Dash with a hint of relief. “We were about to head out anyway. We’ve been here for, gosh, almost half the day! Did we really talk that long?”

“Evidently,” Soarin said. He had no idea they were talking for that long, yet he wished it was longer.

“You should come back tomorrow! I’ll show Soarin how to have fun, Pinkie Pie Style!” the merry magenta maned mare said. She then retreated back into the kitchen to get to work on the Cakes’ order.

Rainbow and Soarin left Sugarcube Corner, the latter’s arm around the former. Today had been another eventful day. A race, sex, embarrassment, and new friendships were all part of the day’s script and it made quite the film. Its stars, Soarin and Dash, were both a bit tired from the performances they had put in. Together, they decided to call it a day. Both traveled back to their respective homes to get some much needed rest. For Soarin, it had been a great start to his vacation. He had only been in Ponyville for two days, but they were two perfect days. Even the walk back to the Mane Hotel seemed to be enjoyable. Once he had reached his room, Soarin slid into his bed and thought about his vacation so far. It was exactly what he needed. The only time he thought of the Wonderbolts was when Dash’s friends asked him about it. Not once did he worry about getting a move right or an upcoming performance. Not a single worry about the Wonderbolts. On that note, Soarin succumbed to his tiredness and fell asleep. 
When he awoke the next morning, he got ready for another day out in Ponyville, which he hoped would be another day out with Rainbow Dash. Soarin barely took two steps out the door when Pinkie Pie appeared out of nowhere in front of him.

“Pinkie!” A startled Soarin said. “Where’d you come from?”

“From Sugarcube Corner! I came here to tell you that Dash has got a whole buncha weather duties to take care of today and she wishes she could spend some time with you, but can’t.”

Soarin was immediately upset. He was looking forward to spending some more time with Dash, but won’t be able to now.

“Don’t look some gloom! You can spend the whole day with us now!” Pinkie Pie revealed the rest of her friends standing behind her. Twilight, Rarity, Applejack, and even Fluttershy were all there, each with a smile on their face.

“Wait, I thought you were all busy this week?” Soarin asked.

“We were, and still are, but we figured getting to know our best friend’s stallionfriend was a bit more important,” Rarity said.

“Plus, with you not being able to hang out with Dash and all, it would be a great time for you to get to know ya!” Applejack happily added.

The friendliness of his new companions warmed Soarin’s heart. Soarin had never met such welcoming ponies!

“Thanks for your consideration everypony, it really does mean a lot,” Soarin said. “I was just thinking last night about how I wanted to hang out with all of you guys, err, girls again.”

All five ponies smiled back at him. For the rest of the day, the group of ponies spent their time doing various things. Applejack taught Soarin how to properly buck apples and make apple juice. He wasn’t particularly good at it at first, but he was a quick learner. After bucking apples, Pinkie Pie showed Soarin how to make cupcakes. He was a bit more successful at that than the apple bucking, but he still created a large mess in the Sugarcube Corner kitchen. It was not problem for Pinkie though; she cleaned it right up in seconds. Pinkie didn’t simply get a broom and dust pan, she spun around and created a twister of pink that absorbed all of the mess that plagued the kitchen. Soarin decided not to question exactly how she did it. After the cupcake making, Rarity wanted to make Soarin a brand new suit. Knowing she already had much work to do, Soarin said she didn’t have to, but the talented designer insisted. Rarity worked wonders in only 15 minutes and created a brand new, very attractive looking suit for Soarin. He was more than impressed. Rarity was delighted by the fact that Soarin was going to tell everypony he knew about her talents; she’d be the most popular designer in Equestria! Once his time with Rarity was over, Fluttershy wanted Soarin to meet some of her favorite animals. At her cottage, she showed him the bunnies and birds she takes care of, but Soarin felt a bit uneasy when she introduced him to a bear. She assured him that the bear was harmless, but Soarin couldn’t help be but skeptical. Eventually, Soarin got over his uneasiness and even petted Fluttershy’s bear friend. He did actually enjoy it; not many ponies can say they’ve pet a bear before! Later, Soarin traveled to Twilight’s tree house. He was happy that he got to spend time with each pony separately, rather than doing something with them all at once. It allowed him to get to know them personally. When he was at Twilight’s, he was greeted by a small dragon who told him his name was Spike. Soarin had never seen a dragon in person before, but thought this one was rather friendly. Twilight was sitting reading a book when Soarin arrived. Rather than do some fun activity like her friends had, Twilight Sparkle just asked him several questions about Canterlot and Princess Celestia. He found it odd, though, as he knew Twilight was the princess’ personal student. However, he answered every question she had honestly, perhaps picking up a few tips from Applejack. In fact, all of his new friends taught him something new today. Being the Elements of Harmony, their respective element seemed to rub off on him. Whenever Soarin failed at bucking a tree, Applejack helped him correct his mistake in a sincere way. Baking with Pinkie was just a laugh riot and was one of the most enjoyable things Soarin had done in a long time. Rarity pleased Soarin with her generosity, something that’s hard to come by these days. Fluttershy brought out a new sense of kindness in Soarin through her animals. Now, Twilight couldn’t go and teach Soarin about magic, but she did encourage him to go and learn new things. He’s traveled across Equestria and never once learned about the exciting places he’d been to. Next time, for sure, he’d change that. His new friends made him feel like he had a new identity, like there was a whole new way to experience life. Whenever he returns to the Wonderbolts, he hopes he’ll implement the lessons his friends had taught him and not be so stressed out. 

After his Q&A session with Twilight, Soarin decided it was time to return back home. With a smile and a book Twilight insisted he read (it was about pegasi flying tips), Soarin made his way back home. Few ponies were out on the streets, but they all received a hello and wave from Soarin. The Mane Hotel appeared on the horizon and Soarin felt some peace. It had been a long day and sleep sounded pretty nice. He fumbled with his key as he opened the door to his room. When he was inside, Soarin heard a beeping sound. He searched around to see where it was coming from until he found the source: a telephone. Soarin forgot that there was a phone along with an answering machine in his room, but he was more interested in seeing what the message said. Maybe it would be from Rainbow Dash! Though he was with her friends all day, he hadn’t stopped thinking about her. Optimistically, Soarin pushed play on the answering machine to start the recording. A familiar voice emitted from its speakers.
> Long Distance Call
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------


Long Distance Call


Sound waves emitted from the answering machine ocean in Soarin’s room. Besides their constant movement, everything else seemed completely still. All Soarin could do was sit on his bed, staring to the floor in astonishment. Was that even the right word to use? It wasn’t just astonishment he was experiencing; anger, curiosity, and disbelief all played their respective symphonies in his emotional orchestration. The message had stopped playing. Soarin hadn’t stopped thinking. Again, he played the message. He had to hear it again, just to force himself to accept it. For a second time, the message started:

“Good afternoon, Soarin. This is Spitfire and I was told I could contact you here. If this isn’t Soarin, my apologies and I would greatly appreciate if you could stop listening to this message. If I’m right, and this is Soarin, then you definitely need to continue listening. First off, I hope you’re enjoying your vacation and it’s all that you hoped it would be. Anyways, I’m calling to tell you that you need to return back to Cloudsdale and get back to Wonderbolt practice. Now, don’t go thinking any hostile thoughts towards me, I really wish I could let you stay, but we’ve had an injury here. Rapidfire went and broke one of his wings, so now we’re too many ponies short to continue on performing. It wouldn’t be a problem if we could cancel our upcoming shows, but we can’t. I’ll need you to leave Ponyville as soon as you can. Again, I’m truly sorry, but you are still a Wonderbolt, which means you still need to fulfill your duties. I hope to see you within the next two days, earlier if you can. Until then, goodbye!”

The words seemed to crawl out of the machine, each and everyone one scratching along Soarin’s body. Admittedly, Soarin’s vacation was nearing its end, but he didn’t think it would be this soon. Part of him blamed Rapidfire’s carelessness. If he didn’t injure himself, Soarin would have just a few more days to spend in Ponyville. Two more days means 48 more hours. 48 hours means 2,880 more minutes. 2,880 minutes means 172,800 more seconds. 172, 800 more seconds with Rainbow Dash. That number decreased nonstop. 172, 800; 172, 799; 172, 798. Soarin was about to play the message for a third time when he made himself realize the facts. The story was coming to a close and he needed to make sure its characters knew it. He wanted to leave right now, but was too tired to make a move towards the door. Sleep got the best of him.

Rainbow Dash was fast asleep in her bed, completely wiped about from her weather duties of the day. Usually she wasn’t this tired, but it had been a very busy week; everything just caught up with her. In her dream, a film of the week’s past events played. She and her friends all set in the cinema, watching each scene intently. Even though she wasn’t much of a movie enthusiast, she loved this one, being awestruck by one of its main characters: Soarin. Never before had she felt such a connection with a character. Once the film had finished, the patrons had begun to leave. Trash didn’t lie upon the theater’s floors. Everything was spotless. As Dash exited the theater with her friends, they all discussed their opinions on the film. Each enjoyed a particular part over another, but Dash couldn’t get over Soarin. She expressed her amazement at how real a fictional character felt. Pinkie, of all ponies, was the one to tell her the truth: Soarin wasn’t fictional. He was in deed a reality. Right on cue, Soarin tapped her on the shoulder. She spun around and became locked into both his eyes and his lips. Outside of her dream, Dash slept soundly with a smile on her face. She was looking forward to spending a whole day with Soarin tomorrow.

Soarin was up before Celestia’s sun. He only slept for a few hours, which translated into several Rainbow Dash-less seconds. Once he was up, he had to wait patiently for the day to get started. It wouldn’t be very considerate of him to rush over to Dash’s house in the early hours of the morning. Waiting gave him time to think of what he was going to say. How would Dash react to hearing he would have to leave her? He hoped to Celestia she wouldn’t be angry; Soarin didn’t have much of a say in the matter. After waiting for almost 11,000 seconds, Soarin decided it was time to meet up with Dash for what could be their last time together.

Rays of sun shone through Dash’s windows and gently woke her. With a yawn and a stretch, Rainbow Dash rose out of her bed. She noticed not only a tiny wet spot on the bed, but on her pants as well.

“Guess we got a little excited last night,” the groggy pegasus said.

She didn’t bother cleaning the sheets as they didn’t require it. Her hands maneuvered themselves around her bed to fix the sheets. Once that task was complete, she freshened up in the bathroom. After preparing herself for the day, Dash prepared her breakfast and ate it while looking out of the window. The sun seemed to shine brighter than usual, which she took as a signal that today would be on the brighter side of things. Dash turned her attention back to her breakfast and read the newspaper.

“Huh, the Wonderbolts have been plagued by an injury. Wonder if they would take any last second additions,” Dash fantasized.

Before she could start the article, a knock on her door attracted her attention.

“I wonder who that could be,” Dash asked herself while she walked towards the door. The knocking hadn’t stopped; the rate at which the knocks came had actually increased. It only made Dash more and more curious. She opened the door and was bombarded by Soarin. Her lover didn’t waste a second to plant his lips right onto hers. Obviously, Dash was surprised, but she also felt extremely touched.

“Did you really miss me that badly?” Dash asked after she had pulled away from Soarin’s kiss.

Soarin looked into Dash’s eyes for the umpteenth time. Before, he could only think of how beautiful she was, how mesmerizing her eyes were, each one having a hypnotic effect on him. Soarin couldn’t think of any words to say; he didn’t want to tell her the harsh truth.

“Soarin? Is everything alright? You’ve just been standing there,” Dash asked worryingly.

Rather than say something, Soarin wrapped his arms around Dash’s body. Her body was warm. It comforted Soarin in the most satisfying way possible. When he rubbed his hands through her rainbow mane, it was like running your hand across silk. Hell, it was probably softer than that. Soarin didn’t want to let go of Dash. He didn’t want to leave her.

“Soarin, I’m worried. You’re acting a bit strange.”

Her voice. Her lovely voice. Soarin wanted to take it and keep it for himself; make a vinyl record of it and listen to it for the rest of his life. His hug loosened and he pulled away from the lovely pegasus. Dash could see tears forming in the sides of his eyes.

“Rainbow Dash, you have no idea how much I love you.”

Dash tried to smile, but she just couldn’t. Something wasn’t right. Soarin wasn’t acting normally and then there was the quiet appearance of the tears in his eyes.

“I love you too Soarin, but I know something’s bothering you. Here, come on and take a seat on the couch.”

Soarin accepted the invitation and entered into Dash’s home. He made his way towards the couch that sat in the center of her living room while Dash poured water into a cup. When she handed the cup over to Soarin, his fingers touched her hand and refused to pull back. Once they finally cooperated with Soarin’s brain, his hand fell onto the couch. He took a sip of the cold water, feeling refreshed as it traveled down his throat. How could he tell Dash about the message he had received? Seeing as there wasn’t any easy way to do it, Soarin decided to be blunt with her.

“Last night, after I came home from Twilight’s, I had a message on my answering machine.”

“Oh? That’s interesting,” Dash said.

“It was Spitfire.”

Dash raised an eyebrow. Her mind began to open the puzzle box and search for the right pieces.

“She called to tell me that,” Soarin hesitated. “To tell me that I needed to come back and leave Ponyville.”

Dash moved in closer to the upset Soarin. A part of her had completely finished the puzzle while another was still stumped by it.

“Well, when does she want you back? Five days or something?” Dash asked.

Soarin shook his slowly. “No,” he said quietly. “She wants me back in about two days, which probably really means one. I’d say I have one day left in Ponyville; one day left with you.” Soarin closed his eyes and put his head down. He couldn’t accept his unfortunate reality.

The puzzle was complete in every room of Dash’s mind. She too had a difficult time accepting the unacceptable. She loved Soarin more than any pony she had met. For the first time, she had actually experienced the true feeling of love.

“Soarin,” Dash turned his head so it faced hers. “I don’t want you to go.”

A tear escaped Soarin’s eye; he never cried. “I don’t want to either, but we both know I have to. I wish I could stay here and not worry about the Wonderbolts or time or any other damn thing except you.”

By this time, tears had swelled up in Dash’s eyes as well. Never before had she met a pony so caring and loving.

“You don’t have to leave right now though! You can still stay for one more day!” Dash reminded.

Soarin knew that of course, it was just the fact that it was only one day. Shouldn’t he make the best of it though? Soarin gave a deep breath, signaling that Dash was right. He looked at Dash, placed his hands on hers, and leaned in for a kiss. 
“I want my last day in Ponyville to be spent entirely with you,” Soarin said with a loving smile. 

He ran his hand down her shoulder, wanting to touch every inch of it. Dash shivered a bit at his touch, but quickly warmed up to it. She let Soarin’s hand go wherever it wanted, whether it be her breasts, back, or legs. Dash wanted Soarin to feel her. His touch was gentle, like it had been ever since they meet just a few days ago. A moan would escape her whenever he’d massage one of her breasts, especially when a finger would pay close attention to a nipple. His hands were firm, but never rough. Soarin pecked at her neck while rubbing her inner thigh. What he wouldn’t do to touch Dash like this all night long. With each touch, Dash would take a quick breath or moan softly; Soarin will never be able to describe Dash’s beauty completely. Dash’s arousal was very noticeable around her crotch, an ever-growing wet spot forming right in between her fine legs. Soarin’s arousal was also impossible to miss, with a bulge in his pants growing larger every second. This time, there wouldn’t be any interruptions. Soarin slipped a hand past Dash’s pants and right outside her loving entrance. The juices from her increasingly wet vagina spread around Soarin’s nimble fingers. As Soarin pushed his fingers into her pussy, Dash closed her eyes and sighed. His touch was incredible. For a few minutes, Soarin rubbed Dash’s wet pussy, each and every moment doing its best to please his special mare. He didn’t want her to climax just yet, so he withdrew his fingers from her snatch and began to remove his pants. He had been inside of her two previous times and loved every second of it. This time would definitely be cherished the most though. Soarin fully removed his pants and got himself in the right position.

“Dash, you have no idea how much I love you.”

“Why don’t you show me then?”

On that note, Soarin slid his penis into Dash’s welcoming hole. Like his previous touches, it was gentle; Soarin wanted Dash to feel euphoria not agony. Dash’s eyes shut as Soarin pushed himself into her. Due to his size, Dash certainly felt full. She could feel his member grow and throb while it was in her. There wasn’t any feeling like it in the world. Soarin had found his rhythm and followed it like an orchestra, pushing in and out of Dash right on cue. Dash’s breathing became more rapid, her heart beat faster, and her moans grew in volume.

“Oh, Soarin, I want every inch of you.”

Soarin obliged and pushed more of his cock into the horny mare. As he thrust into her, Soarin couldn’t take his eyes off Dash’s breasts that moved with each push. The image of Dash’s tongue rolling out of her mouth was also a sight to behold.

“Don’t worry about pulling out. I want you to fill me up,” Dash pleaded in between her moans.

The speed of Soarin’s thrusts increased gradually, which only made Dash react more passionately. She didn’t have to worry about anypony hearing her, so she let it all out. Soarin had begun pushing all of his length that Dash could take inside and Dash loved it. Moans echoed throughout the house, the constant sign of Dash’s pleasure. Soarin, too, was grunting as he added force to each push. Soarin was extremely close to his limit.

“I’m about to cum. How are you holding up?”

“I-I can’t hold it anymore, Soarin! Let’s cum together!”

With a nod, Soarin fucked Rainbow Dash’s pussy relentlessly, though there was so much passion present. The two ponies were deep in the grasps of love, most likely never to be freed; they couldn’t care less. With one deep, final thrust, Soarin released his seed into Dash’s pussy, coating her walls with his hot, thick cum. Dash clamped down on his cock and even squirted a little. It was undoubtedly the most powerful orgasm she had ever had and she couldn’t be happier that Soarin was the catalyst in it. After shooting a few smaller shots into Dash, Soarin pulled himself out of his lover and collapsed beside her on the couch.

“You never cease to amaze me, Dash. You’re so beautiful,” Soarin lifted himself up and stamped a kiss right on Dash’s forehead.

“I love you, Soarin. I want you to stay here forever,” Dash said as she kissed him back.

Soarin slowly fell back down onto the couch. The two ponies were exhausted, having expressed their love for each other in the loveliest way there is. In each other’s arms, sleep cast its spell.

Many hours later, Soarin awoke alone. He looked around Dash’s home, calling out the name of its owner, but couldn’t find her anywhere.

“Where could she have gone to?” Soarin asked himself.

Out of curiosity, Soarin went outside to see if the pegasus was there. Sure enough, she was. Dash sat alone on a cloud, staring out at the sunset. Soarin flew over to her.

“Dash, what are you doing out here all alone?”

“You know, for my whole life I’ve never stopped and admired the beauty of life. I’ve flown through thunderstorms and broken the sound barrier, but I never took a moment to just…watch. I never realized how beautiful the sunset was.”

Soarin smiled a little and joined his lover in watching Celestia’s sun retreat for the day. It was something to be mesmerized at. A perfect blend of oranges, purples, and a whole array of colors Soarin had never seen before.

“I don’t want you to go,” Dash said, turning towards Soarin. Tears were strolling down her soft cheeks.

Soarin frowned. He didn’t want to leave either. “I know, Dashie. I know.” He leaned in closer to her.

The departing sun shone through the scattered clouds of the evening sky. The two had never seen a more beautiful sky.

“Dash, I’ll forever be in your debt.”

Dash’s ears perked up. “Debt? Why?”

“The reason I needed a vacation from the Wonderbolts was because I felt as if I was falling out of love with flying. I didn’t feel free anymore; I couldn’t enjoy what had previously made me feel something indescribable. But you’ve shown me the true beauty of flying.”

“How?”

“Because every time I fly, every time I perform, I will also be thinking of you. Not another thought will enter my head. You’ve rescued me from giving up something I couldn’t live without and, for that, I will always be grateful.”

It was impossible for Dash to stop the tears now. She rested her head on Soarin’s shoulder. They were enjoying their final moments together in serenity.

“How would you like to become a Wonderbolt?”

“What? You mean, just like that?” Dash bolted up in surprised.

“I know a good flyer when I see one and Spitfire knows that too. All I would have to do is tell her how talented you are. You’d be a Wonderbolt in 10 seconds flat.”

Dash’s eyes danced around. She was being offered the opportunity of a lifetime. Become a Wonderbolt with Soarin. It was too good to pass up, for other ponies that is.

“Soarin, I love you more than anything, but when I made becoming a Wonderbolt my dream, I promised myself to never take shortcuts. I’ll work as hard as I have to to make my dream a reality. Besides, I can remember a certain pony saying that the only way to become a Wonderbolt is to work hard, stay dedicated, push yourself to the next level.”

Those words did sound familiar. They were the same words that Soarin said to the other ponies at Sugarcube Corner. He hadn’t known Dash listened that closely or taken them so close to heart.

“As much as I would love to become a Wonderbolt, the easy was isn’t the way for me. If I have to take the route that’ll strain my wings and exhaust me, well, then that will be the one I take,” Dash continued.

Soarin smiled. “With an attitude like that, I’ll be seeing you in a flightsuit in no time.”

Dash beamed back at Soarin, even brighter than the setting sun. They continued to watch the sun, fully knowing that with each passing second, their time together was shortening. But that was not matter. Tomorrow was another day. Tomorrow wasn’t out of reach; it was closer than it had ever been.

“I love you, Soarin.”

“I love you too, Rainbow Dash.”



Crowds of thousands cheered throughout the stadium. Everypony was mesmerized by the Wonderbolts’ performance that had just finished in spectacular fashion. The audience began to leave and return home. Young colts and fillies pretended to be like their heroes that they had just watched. All of them were dreaming of doing the same stunts in the same uniform someday. One pony in the stadium had been dreaming that for as long as she could remember. Rainbow Dash had attended the show and fully enjoyed it; possibly one of the best she had seen in quite some time. Dash left the stands with the large crowd of entertained ponies. They had come to see the Wonderbolts, but she had come to see Soarin. It had been a whole two months since she had last seen him. Over 87,500 minutes had gone since the two were together. They had certainly kept in touch, writing each other at every opportunity they had. Sadly, Dash wouldn’t be able to talk to Soarin after the show. The Wonderbolts needed to depart quickly to Baltimare for yet another show. They surer did have a busy schedule, but it was summer and the Wonderbolts always had a lengthy tour during the hot season. Dash was a bit upset at not being able to reunite with Soarin, but she was glad she got to see him perform. She could’ve sworn that he was getting even better, if that was even possible. Dash traveled back to her home, thinking about the excitement the day’s events contained. She always loved a good Wonderbolt show, but today had left her in a tired state. She would be happy to settle down at her home, which she had just reached. Rainbow Dash unlocked her front door and entered into her floating home. Making way to the refrigerator for a glass of water, Dash heard her phone ring. Quickly, Dash drank her beverage and picked up her phone.

“Hello?”

“Did you enjoy the show, Dashie?”

It was a good thing Dash placed her glass in the sink, otherwise she would’ve dropped it, effectively ending its life.

“SOARIN!” Dash yelled in happiness.

Soarin laughed loudly on the other end. “I wish you would’ve told me you were coming! I could’ve gotten you better seats!”

“Nah, it wasn’t a problem. I could see the show, and you, just fine.”

“I saw you too! I could never miss that adorable mane of yours.”

Dash blushed and chuckled. “Heh. You were amazing out there today! I couldn’t believe some of those stunts; I don’t think I would even try them!”

“We practiced for hours to get them right, believe me. Spitfire made sure we had them down perfectly. She even had us fly blindfolded. We perfected the routine, but I’m still a bit worried she’ll pull that again and I’ll be killed!” Soarin laughed.

“It was a fantastic show, you should be proud,” Dash complimented.

“Aw, thanks. So, what are you up to right now?”

“I literally just walked in the door when you called!” Dash said as she walked over to her couch. She sat down on its soft cushions, thinking of the time she and Soarin had spent on it.

“Guess it was pretty good timing then. Dash, I really miss you.”

“I miss you too, Soarin.”

“I’ve been saving all your letters, but I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“I feel the exact same way.”

“You’re the greatest pony I’ve ever met, don’t forget that. I love you.”

“I love you too, Soarin. I love you too.”

“I wish I could talk longer, but I have to get going. Baltimare is our last show of the tour. As soon as it’s finished, I’m coming straight to Ponyville. I can’t go another second without you!”

“Okay, I’ll be looking forward to it!”

“See you soon, Dashie. I love you.”

The call ended with a click. Dash lied on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. Today had been a good day. Tomorrow would be even better. Soarin wasn’t out of reach; he was closer than he had ever been.


The End