Later that evening Spitfire was sitting down at a table in the middle of Ponyville, looking around, tapping a hoof on the surface. She looked around nervously at the other ponies, all talking and eating their dinners, whilst thinking to herself, “What was I thinking, planning a date so soon? Maybe I should’ve waited a bit longer.“
She waited for a few minutes, tapping her hoof nervously, signing in disappointment at the lack of her date. “Maybe, Soarin didn’t…” Her voice suddenly died, when she saw a strange mare wearing a long flowing golden dress coming down the road. She was beautiful in every sense of the word, with the dress accentuating her blue coat, along with a familiar pair of butterfly wings,flowing black mane, and shining green eyes. Spitfire blushed, recognizing the mare immediately as Soarin. The Wonderbolt’s heart fluttered as she looked at herself wearing nothing but the goggles over her mane, realising how underdress she was.
Soarin was similarly flustered as she came over, “Hey, uh, Spitfire.”
Spitfire was still stunned at Soarin, who was now in front of her, having trouble forming words to speak, “Wow Soarin, you...your uh...”
The former Wonderbolt sighed, looking over herself and realising how much she stood out among the rest of the ponies there, “I’m overdressed aren’t I?”
Spitfire laughed, “Oh, no, you’re fine...I...I… just didn’t expect you to be in a dress.”
Soarin sat down across from Spitfire and replied, “Well, Rarity talked me into it and she’s really hard to say no to.”
They would’ve continued but for the waiter came by and coughing to get their attention, “Beg your pardon, but are you ready to order?”
The two ponies looked up and nodded, Spitfire nods, “Yes, I’ll have the double hay burger, with extra fries smothered in ketchup and a thick beer.”
Soarin blushed, “I'll have a salad with a glass of wine…”
The waiter wrote down their orders and nodded in approval. “I’ll be back with your drinks and your food should be out soon.”
Once he’d left, the nervous couple returned their gazes back towards each others. Spitfire gulped as she attempted to start the conversation, “So uh...how did you enjoy your first day as a cheerleader?”
Soarin sighed as she fixed her dress, “I’m fine with it, I guess…” Her voice trailed off as Spitfire asked, “I’m guessing there’s a but in that sentence?”
Soarin looked up with a pitiful expression and grumbled, “But I'm just that, a cheerleader.”
Spitfire gave an exasperated sigh, “Look Soarin, I would love nothing more than to have you back as a Wonderbolt, but you know that's just impossible.”
Soarin sighed and gave a nod, ”Of course I understand that, I just can’t help but feel a little frustrated with how everything is now.”
Spitfire could only offer a sad, understanding nod, “I get it, honestly if I were in your position I’d probably feel the same way.”
The waiter came back with the hay burger and fries on one plate and a salad bowl. As he placed them down with wine glasses and a bottle of cabinet. “There you go, if there is anything else just let me know.”
The waiter walked away as Spitfire dug into her ketchup filled burger while Soarin delicately ate her salad. Spitfire actually chuckled at the sight of Soarin eating so dainty and cooed, “Aw Soarin, don't tell me your turning into a prissy Canterlot mare.”
Soarin laughed as she patted her belly, “No, just I’ve been trying to watch my weight these last couple of weeks. Had a bit of an eating problem that I only recently got a better handle on.”
Spitfire scoffed, “Oh, that’s it? You sure I can’t at least tempt you with a delicious apple pie?”
Soarin blushed, feeling the temptation, and giggled, “Part of me wants to say no, but maybe later.” She then ate another forkful of salad.
Spitfire nodded as she continued chomping on her burger while Soarin sipped her wine, the pair now able to converse more easily, all previous awkwardness having been cast aside.
“So Soarin, tell me, how's living in Ponyville been for you?”
Soarin gave Spitfire a smile, “ It’s actually been pretty wonderful. Sure it was pretty rough at first, what with everything that had happened, but I’ve meet wonderful friends, and Rainbow Dash and Rarity have done so much for me. Rarity helped give me confidence, learn how to deal with my transformation and even showed the wonders of the spa.” She smiled softly whispering, “Without her, I don’t think I would even be a cheerleader.”
Spitfire laughed. “Sheesh Soarin, you’ve really been missing out. I’ve been going to the spa since forever. Especially after a hard practice.”
That little detail merited an eyebrow raise from Soarin, finding the idea of the tough, drill sergeant, Wonderbolt captain at the spa of all place. “You, at the spa?”
“Yep, I don’t do anything too fancy, but a little steam and a nice soak in the hot tub, really helps relax sore muscles after a workout.”
Soarin smirked as she gave her soft curly mane a pat. “Oh well...have you ever had a hooficure or maybe your mane done?”
Spitfire scoffed, “Please, I don’t do that prissy stuff. No reason to get all gussied up, especially with how much training we do.”
Soarin laughed, “Come on, you’ll love it! Trust me, I was so unsure about it at first too, but I now have a spa date twice if not three times a week.”
Spitfire looked rather surprised at just how feminine Soarin was sounding. Part of it was jarring to think about, but another part, especially the idea of going to the spa with Soarin, made her blush a little harder than before. “ Well, it looks you really have turned into a mare.”
Soarin giggled as she threw a hoof sarcastically. “Stop your making me blush.”
They continued finishing their meal and as they got up Spitfire smirked, placing a bag of bits on the table. Soarin eyed her and replied, “Hey, don’t worry I got this.”
Spitfire merely shook her head in the negative.“Oh come on,don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of the bill.”
Soarin rolled her eyes, “I was the stallion and will take care of the bill.” She took her bag of bits out as every pony gasped and Spitfire shoved her bag of bits out. “I'm going to pay alright you’re making me look bad!”
Soarin looked around blushing as she took her bag back, while Spitfire sighed “Come on, before I slam the pie I ordered into your face!”
After dinner, the pair casually walked down the road, with Spitfire noting how gracefully Soarin walked down the street, paying special attention to how her rump move back and forth, with her dress rippling and wings glistening in the dark. Spitfire blushed thinking, “Soarin sure has become very beautiful, I mean I don’t think I've seen a prettier mare.”
Soarin turned seeing Spitfire giving her a dreamy look and squealed, “Is something wrong?”
Spitfire laughed nervously, ”Oh nothing.”
Soarin turned her head, seeing ponies smiling, noting how several of them were watching her with clear interest. The attention made the mare sigh, “I think I overdid it with the dress and mane.”
Spitfire shook her head, “Not at all, you’re just stunning.”
The blue coated mare threw a hoof. “Oh stop.”
Spitfire laughed, “I’m serious Soarin, you’re like the something straight out of a fairy tale, you need to wear that to the Galloping Gala this year.”
Soarin smiled, “Yeah it’s amazing, but I’m still the same pony as before, just a little different.”
Soarin’s eyes turned slightly to point towards a familar looking bakery, meriting a chuckle from Spitfire. “Guess you’re right, even when you’re all dressed up like a princess, you’re still the same stallion I know from flight school.”
Soarin only smiled wider, “Yep.”
The pair made their way into Sugarcube Corner, and were met by Mrs.Cake turning and dawwing at the sight of Soarin, “Oh there’s my best customer!” She then gasped at the sight of Soarin’s dress and appearance. “And my word, you look absolutely beautiful, like something out of….”
Soarin beat her to the punch, “A fairy tale?” He cast a glance back a Spitfire who just laughed at the callback to her line. “I’ve been told that once or twice today.”
Mrs. Cake only continued to smile, “Well, please have a seat. I’ll be with you in a minute.”
The pair took a seat at a nearby table, with Spitfire looking at Soarin curiously, “I’m guessing you called ahead before we even had dinner didn’t you.”
Soarin merely shrugged, “Hey, some old habits are hard to break.”
Mrs. Cake quickly returned,placing a giant apple pie between them with two strawberry milkshakes. “There you go cuties. the Sugarcube Couple Love Special. Just let me know if you need anything else.”
She skipped off as the two mares began sucking on their straws as Spitfire asked, ”So you set all this up already? What if I said no?”
She sighed, “I mean..well...I just figured you would say yes. Though if you said no, least I’d have some sweets to drown my misery in?”
Spitfire quirked her eyebrow at the remark, “I thought you said you were watching your weight after a prior incident.”
Soarin merely chuckled as she sipped her milkshake, “Another thing Rarity taught me about being a mare. When you’re sad, drowning your sorrow in sweets is an acceptable response, just don’t go too crazy with it.”
The two continued to sit and drink their milkshakes, occasionally taking a bite from the pie, with neither saying a word for a few minutes.
Soarin eventually looked up from his milkshake at Spitfire, “So, you don’t mind me being a mare?”
Spitfire coughed on her milkshake and blushed, “Um..well it’s going to take some time getting used to.”
Soarin nodded as she continued, “I know this is strange, I mean it could be too soon.”
Spitfire smiled and held the other mare’s hoof. “No, It’s fine, we can make this work.”
Soarin smirked as she took a knife and started cutting up the pie Spitfire cooed,”Oh you sure you can do that Soarin, aren’t you worried about chipping your hoof after all those hooficures you seem to love so much?”
Saorin smirked as she took a big piece of pie and stuffed it in her mouth as Spitfire took a piece and did the same. Soon after stuffing their faces with pie and they both looked at each other, before bursting into laughter spreading pie all over the table.. Mrs Cake came by with Pound and Pumpkin Cake babbling she laughed, “My goodness, you two have worse table manners than my foals.”
She quickly started wiping down the table as Soarin was wiping her face “Sorry about that.”
She laughed, “Oh, don’t worry about it, I’m glad you two are having so much fun. It’s worth a little mess here or there”
Soarin watched Mrs.Cake put the foals down and felt something inside her seeing Mrs. Cake babled at them,”Now, let mama clean up some big ponies then it’s baba time.”
Soarin blushed as a thought entered her mind. “Mrs. Cake, do you think I could hold them?”
Mrs Cake giggled, ”I don’t see why not. Though, aren’t you worried they’ll ruin your dress.”
Soarin blushed, ”Oh, I don’t mind.”
Mrs Cake shrugged and gave the foals to her, with Soarin holding them to her chest, watching them pull on the gold silk dress or drooling at the sight of her wings. Spitfire shook her head seeing how Soarin’s newly acquired maternial instincts took over with her babbling along with the foals and nuzzling them. Spitfire asked,”So you thinking about having foals already?”
Soarin scoffed, ”No, of course not, I just wanted to hold them. Stallions do it to you know.”
Pound pulled on her mane making Soarin coo but also yelp slightly at her hair being pulled. "Not my mane sweetie, that hurts.”
She gracefully pulled Pound off but Pumpkin Cake was taking some of the dress and was chewing on it. Despite this Soarin just laughed, hugging her close to her chest. “Oh, you two, I just want nuzzle you to death.”
Mrs. Cake, who was finishing cleaning, took out two bottles. “I don’t suppose you want to feed them too?”
Soarin squealed, “Would I!” She took the bottles and placed them into their mouths and watched them both suckle. Spitfire just watched with a smirk and after Soarin burped them and hoffed them back to their mother. Mrs Cake dawwed, “Oh Soarin your a natural would you...would you mind to foalsit once in a while. I mean I never seen a pony with such an inclination for caring for foals.”
Soarin blushed,”Well, I have a busy schedule,helping Fluttershy with her butterflies,cheerleader practice…”
Her words immediately halted when the babies gave her googly eyes and melted yet again, “Well whenever you need a last minute foalsittter I’m your mare.”
Mrs. Cake smiled, ”Thanks. Oh, and of course I’ll be sure to pay you, I mean my goodness we need more ponies like you around Ponyville.”
The mare left as Spitfire smirked, ”Foals and butterflies...you are a prissy Canterlot mare.”
Soarin sighed, “Maybe, or maybe I just have a weakness for cute stuff.”
Spitfire sighed,”Well alright, I guess it’s another thing I'll have to get used too.”
The blue coated pegasus smirked, ”Well, might be a little easier if you try to be a little girly yourself.”
Spitfire eyed her as Soarin continued. “I get this is still a little awkward, so how about we try this. I’ll do something awesome with you, and in turn you do something girly with me. Might help make things a little less odd between us.”
Spitfire looked slightly apprehensive at the idea, but shrugged off her apprehension and nodded.“Okay, that sounds like a fair compromise I guess. Though, what kind of girly thing did you have in mind?”
Soarin smirked, “Remember what I said earlier about having spa dates?”
Spitfire was now in a chair with Aloe and her sister taking care of her mane, making it curl as they painted her hooves with Spitfire grumbling, “I’m going to make you do something really messy when I’m done!”
Soarin struggled to fight off laughter got up, with makeup all over her face and her eyelashes curled. A single blink of said eyes made Soarin burst into laughter, unable to believe the makeup covered mare before her, was the same hard as nails drill captain of the Wonderbolts.
Spitfire crossed her hooves in annoyance. “What, you don’t like my makeup?”
Soarin came up and brushed down her curled mane and nuzzled her “You look adorable Spitfire.”
She giggled and nuzzled her neck before running outside,Soarin chasing her laughing as they took to the air and Spitfire lead Soarin along. They went to the empty Wonderbolt stadium as Spitfire landed down with the blue coated pegasus as she smirked, ”You probably should take off that dress. Not like there’s anypony to impress here anyway. Besides, you’re not gonna want that on for what I have planned”
Soarin merely rolled her eyes, but complied, taking it off and shaking her mane. “Alright Spitfire, what is it?”
Spitfire took Soarin and flew up and whispered, “Fold your wings.”
The blue coated mare did just that and Spitfire sped through the air, much like how Soarin had before her accident.
She looped around the stadium until she was panting and sweating as she lowered Soarin to the ground panting. “H...ho...how was that?”
Soarin teared up and hugged Spitfire and she nuzzled Saorin who was in tears. “Thank you...that was amazing.”
Spitfire sighed, “Yeah...it’s the least I can do.”
Soarin looked into Spitfire and asked, “So, you think this will work?”
Spitfire leaned up and kissed her on the lips and they held the embrace for sometime.