//------------------------------// // Memories & a Special Somepony // Story: Comet Chaser - Busy for a Birthday // by CometChaser //------------------------------// Breeze Chaser’s home was rather interesting. Not only was the interior absolutely filled to the brim with books, but the outside was invisible except by the use of a magical dragon breeding stone the mare wore around her neck. The previous night he had seen her touch the stone as they neared the top of the mountain revealing the hidden location of her cloud home, which floated next to the side of the cliff. He didn’t have the stone, but could remember approximately where the house was. Hovering next to the cliff-side, he started trying to feel around to find the house. Finally, he found what must be the side. He followed the poofy walls of the invisible cloud home until locating what must be the door. He knocked his hoof against the door twice, unaccustomed to cloud homes (They had been banned above Canterlot due to the blocking the sunlight from the gold and white city). His hoof just squished the door in a little bit. Not knowing how to knock without sounding like he was slapping a big marshmallow, he pulled on the door. With a pop, it opened and he could see inside. The fourier was vacant. Slowly, he entered the house and looked around for his new marefriend. His ears perked up as he heard singing from across the house. Following it, he saw Breeze Chaser neatly folding the covers of her bed. Smiling, he remembered what had happened to get those sheets so messy. Comet Chaser knew he couldn’t continue standing there awkwardly and decided to announce his presence. Loudly, he cleared his throat. Breeze Chaser’s ears perked up. She stopped singing and spun around to look at the unexpected intruder. “Ummm…” She said glancing at the clock on the wall, “We weren’t supposed to meet till noon and it’s still eleven thirty. Also, I’m pretty sure we agreed to meet at the Canterlot café, not sure if you remember what this place is but it’s kinda, ya know… my house.” “I can explain!” “You had better cause lemme tell you. I’m not running a brothel. My house is invisible for a reason. You can’t just come in any time you get and urge.” “No, please! I’m not coming here for anything like that! Look.” He threw his duffle bag onto the ground between them. “I got kicked out of my apartment, I need a place to stay for just a few days until I can find a place of my own.” The mare seemed a little taken aback. “Oh. well… Yeah, sure I guess that’d be ok.” “Thank you so much. Sorry to spring this on you, but I had not other way to contact you. By the way, your book is in that duffle bag so don’t let me forget it in there.” “No, I get that. You’re free to crash here for a little while.” She picked up his bag and set it at the foot of her bed. “So like, still wanna go get lunch? I mean you’re already here if you feel like having lunch right now.” “Yeah, sure. Besides, I should start saving my money for a new apartment.” “I don’t really have all that much…” Breeze Chaser put a hoof on her chin as she examined her kitchen. “Let me look. I’m a pretty good cook, I can make do with whatever you’ve got.” “Woah, a stallion who can cook.” She looked impressed by his ability. “You learn a lot in boot camp.” “Mmm! You make a wonderful sunflower and mushroom soup!” Said Breeze Chaser, her snout still dripping broth. “Yeah, I learned the recipe during my tour in Hooviet Roosia. After the reformation of the Crystal Empire, Princess Cadance has been trying to reconquer the independent provinces which now form the Hooviet Bloc.” “WOAH! You’ve been on the eastern front! Where were you?” “In the Yaket Mountain Range, I helped run supplies to the front line. I wasn’t involved in the fighting. Celestia’s forces were kept off the front line. We just aided the crystal ponies in their fight.” “Wow, it’s so weird to think that there’s a war going on beyond the border of Equestria yet we hardly notice day to day.” “That’s cause Celestia sees the conflict as between the crystal ponies. After the fall of the Crystal Empire its satellite states rebelled and broke off from King Sombra, many started favoring the radical ideology of Cavellettism.” “Wait isn’t a cavalletti the wooden post thing you learn to jump with?” “Yeah it is, Cavellettism comes from their ideology that people should succeed or fail on the basis of their skills and abilities, not their birth as nobility. Like how in athletics the pony who jumps the highest over the Cavalletti gets the medal, regardless of their birth. Basically, they’re opposed to all forms of class structured society and especially dislike monarchies.” “Ah, it makes sense then why they don’t want to rejoin the crystal empire. Princess Cadance and Shining Armour are fantastic rulers right now but what happens if another despot like King Sombra replaces them?” “Well don’t feel too sympathetic to the Roosians, Their leadership is kinda-” Comet Chaser made a stamping motion with his hoof “-oppressive.” “Oh. That’s too bad.” Breeze Chaser stood up and walked over to her cabinet. “Whatcha doin’?” He asked. “All this politics, I need to take the edge off.” Reaching into the wine cabinet she pulled out a dark brown bottle of aged hard cider. “Wanna glass?” She offered. He waved his hoof, “No thanks, I don’t drink.” “Oh? Wonderbolts don’t allow that?” “Oh they do, It’s just… I’ve seen what drinking can do if not done in moderation…” He trailed off and something in his tone told Breeze Chaser not to push the issue. Pouring herself a glass of cider, and him a glass of water she sat next to him. She leaned in, looked into his eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly became very serious as she put her hoof over his. “What is it?” He asked confused. “I need you to be real with me, why did you come to me for a place to stay? I don’t have a problem with that I just want you to tell me what you’re up to. Where do you think this is going?” Comet Chaser was taken aback by the bluntness of her question. He’d kinda just hopped over the course of spending time together they’d form a romantic bond. “Well, I guess there’s not really any way to put it other than, I was hoping you’d be my special somepony.” He desperately hoped that was the right answer. He was afraid she thought he was taking things too quickly. But instead, she leaned back with a look of utter relief. “Phew, I thought you were setting up for some sort of platonic fuck friends relationship thing. I had a stallion try that on me and I kicked his ass out. I need somepony who’s willing to commit. I have a policy, either we fuck once and that’s it or we date, I don’t do ‘friends with benefits’.” “That’s good, ‘cause I’m not into that either.” He replied, glad this had been a good turn of events for him. “So..? Does this mean we’re a thing?” “Yeah. I believe it does.” Breeze Chaser smiled, “My special somepony.”