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// Chapter 177: Cupidfoot 
// Story: Piercing the Heavens 
// by Calm Wind 
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MLP: FiM
Piercing the Heavens
By: Calm Wind

Chapter 177: Cupidfoot





“Okay! Okay!” Spitfire chuckled as Fleetfoot kicked the door of their room open and pulled her in. “You sure are in a good mood, are you gonna tell me what has you so excited now?” she asked.

“HEE HEE!” Fleetfoot giggled, clearly a little drunk as she yanked Spitfire into the room and tried to whip her around into the middle of the floor. But Spitfire clamped down on her before she could let go. “YEEEEEE!” Fleetfoot shrieked as she fell into Spitfire’s chest, both of them laughing as they stumbled. 

“I think you’re a little bit drunk,” Spitfire tapped a hoof on Fleetfoot’s nose.

“And IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII… think you’re kinda sexy!” Fleetfoot leaned forward and nabbed a chunk of Spitfire’s cheek with her lips. “MMMMMMMMMMMMMWAH!” she comically kissed Spitfire, which was honestly more of a suck since Spitfire was almost pulled forward by it.

“Ow,” Spitfire chuckled as she playfully pushed Fleetfoot back. “Okay, settle down there…” Fleetfoot wobbled a little, but kept her hooves, her giggling unending as she began prancing around the room. Spitfire lifted an eyebrow as she examined the room. It looked spotless and the beds were all made. It definitely did not look like this when they left for the party earlier. “Okay, what are you up to?” Spitfire asked with a smirk.

Fleetfoot bounced around the room cheerfully, placing a few candles out on the tables and shelves.

“So… I’ve got this super hunky stallion coming over tonight…” Fleetfoot began with a sly tone in her voice. Spitfire switched which eyebrow she had raised.

“Hunky stallion? Wait…” Spitfire blinked. “Did you actually manage to get Calm Wind to…?”

“Huh…?” Fleetfoot stopped as she placed a candle down. “Oh, no,” she waved a hoof out while looking away and sticking her tongue out playfully. “He escaped real fast tonight. Close though! He’s blue.”

“And…?” Spitfire prodded. Fleetfoot blinked, smiled, and shrugged.

“And he’ll be here soon!” she giggled before going back to sprucing up the room.

“Sooooo… why do you need me here again?” Spitfire asked as she moved around and looked at the setup.

“For a second opinion!” Fleetfoot grabbed two wine glasses and sauntered over to the coffee table in front of the couch, swaying her plot in an exaggerated manner as she moved. She carefully placed the wine glasses down and put a bottle of red wine in between them, moving them around and lighting the candle beside them. “How does this all look?”

Spitfire furrowed her brow.

“Wait a sec… this is our room. Misty too. Are you kicking us out for the night?”

“I would never do that to you,” Fleetfoot said while placing her hooves on Spitfire’s shoulders and pouted. “We’re just going to loosen up a bit here first and then we’re heading to his place.”

“Loosen up?” Spitfire asked with a smirk slowly crawling onto her face. “Dunno if you could get any looser.”

“There are two things you could be implying with that,” Fleetfoot snickered while bouncing her eyebrows.

“Alright, where is my ‘opinion’ needed?” Spitfire asked while looking around.

“How does this all look?” Fleetfoot quickly disengaged and waved her arms towards the couch. But Spitfire wasn’t really sure what she was supposed to judge.

“It… uh… looks good to me?” she struggled to answer.

“Is it romantic?” Fleetfoot cooed. “Should I dim the lights a little? How about… OO! Here!” she zipped over to the room’s sound system and turned on some quiet relaxing jazz music. “How about that?!” she giddily asked.

“It’s…. also good?” Spitfire awkwardly answered with a chuckle.

“WOO!” Fleetfoot cheers and clapped her hooves together.

“Anything else?” Spitfire asked, finding it all more amusing than anything since Fleetfoot just kept doing everything herself.

“Yes, actually!” Fleetfoot slid up to Spitfire and put her hooves on her shoulders again. She whipped her mane about a few times, put on her most alluring bedroom eyes, and batted her eyelashes at Spitfire. “How do I look?”

“Like Fleetfoot,” Spitfire said quickly, snorting while trying not to laugh. 

“So sexy and desirable, got it!” Fleetfoot giggled, then smirked as she looked Spitfire over. “By the way, you’re looking pretty good too.”

Spitfire gave her a flat look, then lifted an eyebrow. 

“Fleet, I’m starting to get the impression that I’M the one you’re trying to get in bed.”

“If you want, we can do that tomorrow night,” Fleetfoot snickered and winked at her. “But no, tonight it’s for this guy… and I’m just getting in the mood.”

“Mmhmm… right…” Spitfire leaned forward and turned her head, opening one eye very wide.

“Oh you stop that, hee hee!” Fleetfoot playfully batted Spitfire’s head away from her and got back on all fours. She went back to walking about the room with a sway in her hips and happily humming to herself.

“So…” Spitfire spoke up again, causing Fleetfoot to turn and face her with a light step.

“M’yes?”

“Tell me about this stallion already, will you?” Spitfire chuckled. “All I got so far is he’s blue.”

“Hmmmmm…” Fleetfoot tapped a hoof to her chin and smiled. “Gosh… where do I even begin?” she asked herself with a dreamy look in her eyes. “He’s very handsome… Has pretty dark blue fur and a matching majestic dark blue mane… it gives him such a dark, yet refined visage and presence…” she bit her lip, humming quietly as Spitfire rolled her eyes.

“Anything else?” she asked as Fleetfoot’s love struck behavior amused her.

“Oh trust me, I’m just getting started!” Fleetfoot bounced back over to her and stood on the tips of her hooves. “He’s got a very professional demeanor, but underneath it is a fun and charming personality… He had me going at first, but once I saw the gentle soul underneath I melted… he had me hooked and I couldn’t get him off my mind. Treated me so politely too! Haaaaaa…” she acted faint and fell against Spitfire. “What else could a mare ask for?”

“Well then, he has you head over hooves,” Spitfire patted Fleetfoot’s head jokingly. “He sounds like a pretty nice…” 

She suddenly trailed off and blinked, cocking an eyebrow as she thought for a moment.

Then there was a knock at the door.

“OH! He’s here already!” Fleetfoot giddily pushed off Spitfire and squealed. “Perfect! You get to meet him too! Trust me, you’ll love him!” she eagerly grabbed Spitfire and started dragging her towards the door.

“Uh… okay. “ Spitfire shrugged and went along with it.

Fleetfoot pulled her towards the door, but let go as they drew near. She took a quick look through the peephole in the door before quickly grabbing the doorknob. 

“Oh, by the way…” Fleetfoot innocently smiled towards Spitfire. “The best part about this guy?”

Fleetfoot pulled the door open and quickly stood aside.

“OH LOOK, AN ACCIDENT!” Lightning Streak’s voice came from the hallway. 

“What the- AH!!!”

Wave Chill suddenly came stumbling through the door. Before Spitfire could realize what was happening, Wave ran face first into her chest.

The two stumbled, but reached out and caught one another, their eyes locking and going wide as they froze.

Fleetfoot quickly shuffled over and stuck her nose right in between the small space left in between their faces.

“He’s for you! Not me!” she cheerfully giggled. “And don’t worry, Misty and I will find a place to crash tonight. Have fun you two!” She reached up, ruffling both of their manes before rushing towards the door and slamming it shut behind her.

Lightning was right around the corner with two cases of cider under his wings, looking right at her the moment she shut the door.

“HEE HEE! YES!” she pointed at Lightning and winked. “GOT’EM!”

Air Mach was pressed to the wall just to her left. 

“Thought you weren’t gonna get the door after I knocked for a second!” he chuckled. “We good?” he asked as he looked back and forth between her and Lightning. 

“Yeah, we good!” Lightning pumped a hoof in the air. “Hook, line and sinker! Chiller’s getting’ LAID tonight!”

“WOO!” Air Mach cheered. “GET SOME! What’re they doing? Lemme hear!” he tried to advance on the door to put his ear to it with Lightning close behind, but Fleetfoot quickly reached out and pressed her hooves to their chests.

“Hey, hey, HEY! NO. Leave them be. Go back, BACK!” she pushed against them repeatedly.

“Aw man…. Fine,” Lightning shrugged and turned. 

“Deep chiller!” Air Mach yelled as Fleetfoot forced him to step back, eventually getting him to turn around. “GO DEEP!” he yelled again, laughing as he caught up with Lightning and the two turned the corner back towards the partying.

Fleetfoot followed them for a few steps, but eventually stopped. A spontaneous explosive mix of curiosity, hypocrisy, and alcohol had given her the sudden urge to stay for a moment. She gingerly stepped backwards until she had backed all the way up to the door and gently placed her ear to it.





Spitfire stared at Wave Chill.

Wave Chill stared back at Spitfire.

They both wore completely blank expressions as they had both had just been thrown into a situation neither of them had expected.

But after a few seconds of silence, Spitfire’s eyes began to twitch and her face scrunched up.

“That… little… sneak…” she pulled back, turning around and groaning with her head tilted back.

“Wow, uh…” Wave chuckled awkwardly. “Did we just get duped real hard?”

“For the love of Celestia…” Spitfire applied hoof to face. “Not that I mind where this ended up but… how the HELL did I not see what she was doing?” 

“I knew she was up to something,” Wave moved towards her. “She was being suspicious while we were getting massages, I just wasn’t expecting it to be so soon or so elaborate.”

“Was that Lightning Streak out there?” Spitfire asked as she turned back to him.

“Yes, Air Mach too,” Wave nodded.

“Oh great, I know what they’re all talking about back at the party now…” Spitfire rolled her eyes.

They both went quiet as Wave stopped in front of her. The two looked into each other’s eyes again for a moment before looking out into the room that… Fleetfoot had set up. 

They were alone, there was relaxing smooth jazz playing, there were candles everywhere and a bottle of wine sitting on the table in front of the very comfy couch.

After taking in their surroundings, a smile slowly crept onto Spitfire’s face.

“Well… prankster aside… she read me like a book.”

“We have this room to ourselves, don’t we?” Wave asked as he smiled as well. 

They looked at each other again, smile meeting smile. 

“Well?” Wave motioned towards the couch. “Shall we?”

“Get over here right now,” Spitfire grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him over to the couch, the two sitting down right beside one another.

Spitfire nestled herself into Wave as he reached out and poured two glasses of wine. With both glasses filled and the shine of the candlelight bouncing off the red tint of their surface, Wave lifted one over to Spitfire, keeping the other for himself.

Without saying a word, the two looked one another in the eye, exchanging comforting grins as they clinked the glasses together and both took a sip of their wine. They both sighed contently as they leaned back into the couch, pressing together as they got comfortable. 

“Hmmm…” Spitfire hummed, taking another sip of her wine before letting her cheek rest against Wave’s shoulder. “I’m gonna belt Fleetfoot across the face for tricking me like that, but… she knows me too well…” she nuzzled her face into the crook of Wave’s neck. “I needed this so bad…”

“More than the massage?” Wave chuckled as he tilted his head to rest it against hers.

“Of course more than the massage. No question,” she giggled.

“Soooo…” Wave slowly leaned a little harder into her. “Should I expect you to start making lots of random weird noises?”

Spitfire blinked and pulled away from him with a confused look. Wave’s eyes widened slightly as he read what her expression was implying.

“Wait, wait…” Wave snickered. “Hold on a sec, you do know what you sound like when you get a massage… right?”

“Sound like…? What?” Spitfire’s ears flopped down. Wave started snickering louder as he held a hoof over his mouth. “What?!” she leaned back into him, looking concerned. “WHAT?!”

“You don't know about…? Oh man I hope I didn’t spill the beans by accident!” he said as he began to chuckle, trying hard not to burst out laughing. Spitfire shot him the cutest glare he had ever seen as she silently demanded he elaborate. He took a sip of his wine and tried not to choke on it. “You make very weird, squeaky noises every time you get a good massage.”

Spitfire’s eyes grew wide, her pupils shrinking to little dots.

“What…”

“You really do lose yourself when you get one, huh? I poked you a few times and you didn’t react. I can’t believe you didn’t actually know about it, it’s been a running joke among the Wonderbolts for years!”

“Oh my god…” Spitfire set down her wine and tugged on her ears, a massive red blush flushing all over her face. “That’s… so embarrassing, why did nopony ever tell me?! DAMMIT FLEET!!!!”

“It’s funny.” Wave chuckled. Spitfire puffed her cheeks up and glared at him. “What? It is?” he went on, barely containing himself. “Honestly right now I’m laughing more at the fact you are completely unaware of it.”

“HMPH!” Spitfire harrumphed and spun around, turning her back to him, crossing her arms and hunching over.

“Oh hey, come on…”

“It… feels really good, I can’t help it,” she mumbled. Wave reached out and touched her back. “Neh.” She shifted further away from him, grabbing her wine and taking a big drink from it.

Wave smirked, set his wine down and scooted up behind her, reaching both his hooves towards her and quickly pressing them to her shoulders.

“NEH!” Spitfire tried to pull away again, but Wave clamped down, holding her in place as he began to gently massage her shoulders. Spitfire’s ears stood right up as she blinked in surprise. “Oo… Ooooooo…” she cooed as her body shivered.

Wave chuckled as he felt her body relax, practically melting in her hooves.

“Right there… yeah… right there… ah…”

“Wow, you folded real quick,” Wave chuckled.

“You’re the woooooooorst…” Spitfire started leaning back closer to him. “Heeeeoooooo… ahhh…”

“And there she goes!” Wave snickered as Spitfire started making funny noises, reaching over briefly to take her wine glass from her before she spilled it.

“Stoooooop… fffffngaaaaaaa…”

Wave saw her leaning back and decided to shift himself, pressing his chest into her back and draping his neck over her shoulder as he reached his arms around the front of her body and began lightly pressing into her chest, stomach, and sides as well.

“HHRRRRMMMMM… HRNK… HRMFFFF… MERFFFF…”

“It’s like I’m playing music!” Wave joked. Spitfire suddenly pushed him back with her wings, spun around and launched herself at him, embracing him tightly. “Whoa! Haha!” he laughed as she nearly knocked them over.

“Screw you… and that felt amazing,” she said as she nuzzled his neck.

“So the massage earlier partially loosened you up… I guess now it’s up to me to soften you up till you’re floating?” he asked as they broke apart and leaned back into the couch again.

“Please,” she grabbed her wine glass and licked the last drops out of the glass. “We’ve only just started,” she said with a smirk as she held the glass out to Wave. Wave finished his glass and poured them both another.

With another glass poured for them both, they leaned back into the couch and into one another, nursing the wine as they enjoyed each other’s company and the relaxing atmosphere. They continued to loosen up, the wine slowly having an effect on them as they both felt warmer by the second and a little less subtle. 

Wave kept sneaking a hoof over her shoulders, or around her neck, massaging her gently knowing that it felt so good for her. Spitfire couldn’t stop feeling tingly all over, biting her lip and humming as her hoof kept sneaking over Wave’s leg and clenching it periodically.

As the second glasses started to empty, the two of them started having a real hard time keeping their hooves off one another.





With two glasses down and what they drank before arriving now running its course, they were both more than just a little drunk. A third glass had been poured for both, but neither of them had taken a sip. As soon as Wave had finished pouring, Spitfire was climbing on him, sitting right on his lap and leaning forward into his chest.

“Hmmmmm…” Spitfire smiled as she slowly leaned closer to him. 

“Oh just get over here,” Wave chuckled, slipping his hooves behind her back and head and pulling her towards him. Their lips met softly, both chuckling lightly as they pressed to one another and began kissing softly. Spitfire’s body shuddered, her lips slipping off his as she slid her head beside his, pressing her chest to his, tensed up all over.

“Hooo boy… I am feeling the wine now…” she pulled back slightly, placing her hooves on his shoulders and biting her lip as she showed bedroom eyes through her light blush. “Pinch me if I start acting too much like Fleet.”

“Do you see me complaining?” Wave smirked as he rubbed his hooves up and down her back and over the base of her wings.

“Would you like to file a complaint?” Spitfire sneered while tracing her hoof on her chest. Wave lifted an eyebrow as if silently accepting a challenge.

“Okay… I’d like to report an extremely beautiful mare sitting on my lap.” He said smoothly. Spitfire flinched, her bedroom eyes growing wide and the blush on her face growing deep. “I could probably look at her for hours and it’s preventing me from concentrating on anything else, I’d like to ask the captain to look into this for me… OH WAIT…” Wave reached a hoof for her face, but she quickly grabbed it and looked away from him, covering half her face with a wing.

“Waaaaaaaaave… there you go again…” her voice sounded squeaky. “Why’d you have to go and say that?”

“I’d like to file another complaint, the mare is clearly in denial. I’d like the captain to—”

“STOOOOP!” Spitfire giggled, pushing a wing into his face. Wave chuckled, grabbing her wing and pushing it down while smiling at her.

“I feel like we’ve had this conversation before…” he said jokingly as Spitfire continued to turn redder.

“We have!” she slumped back down on him and dug her face into his chest. “You don’t need to stroke my ego, I’m not some beauty model or anything.”

“I’m not in the business of lying to my commanding officer,” Wave chuckled as he patted her on the head.

“Quit it.”

“No.” Wave pressed his hoof down on her head. 

Spitfire pouted at him, but blinked as he slowly slid his hoof down her cheek and caressed it.

“Spitfire, you’re beautiful,” he repeated. Spitfire scrunched up her face and started twitching. “Wanna know what was really nice?” Wave continued, a mischievous smile creeping onto his face. “Your face being the first thing I saw when I woke up.”

“Stop it…” Spitfire’s whole head started blinking red as she held her breath, puffing out her cheeks.

“For a second,” Wave put a little goofiness into his expression, holding back incoming chuckles. “I wondered if I was in heaven ahhh…” he tilted his head back. “What angel doth pulled me into the clouds?”

“OH SHUT UP!!!” Spitfire grabbed one of the couch cushions and stuffed it into Wave’s face. “YOU’RE SUCH A JERK!” she exclaimed, completely flustered as Wave burst into muffled laughter. “Whoa!” Spitfire yelped as the two tipped over.

“Oof!” they both grunted as Wave landed on his back and Spitfire fell right on top of him, the couch cushion slipping from her grip and falling to the floor. The fall left them staring face to face, Spitfire lying on top of Wave’s body with not even an inch between their noses.

They stared silently at one another for a moment, then Wave smiled. 

“I really do mean it when I say it…” he brushed a hoof against the side of her head and into her mane. Spitfire’s expression went blank, turning red again. “You really are… You don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re both beautiful and…” he ran both his hooves over her shoulders and down the sides of her body, running it over her muscles and every crook of her athletic physique. “You’re pretty damn sexy too.”

Spitfire tipped her head down and placed her forehead into his neck, clutching her hooves to his chest.

“So let me tell you that, okay? … Spitfire?” Wave blinked as he felt Spitfire shuddering. Eventually he heard what sounded like whimpering coming from her. “Spitfire, what’s wrong?”

“Sorry…” she sniffled. “I dunno why, I just suddenly…” she trailed off, sliding her hooves down his chest and wrapping them around his back, hugging him tightly. “It was so hard…”

Sensing the shift in the mood, Wave quickly brought his hooves up to gently caress her back and head. 

“What is it?” he asked her in the gentlest tone he could manage.

“It was all so hard… everything…” Spitfire blubbered a little. 

“Speak to me,” Wave coerced her as she sniffled.

“I was so happy when we… shared our first real moment. I had never felt so good in my life,” she began. “Then you got ripped away from me. First you were captured… then you were sick… and then so many bad things happened at once and I couldn’t lean on you for support. I was so lost and alone… I didn’t know where to turn and screamed at the top of my lungs when we found out there was no way to save you upon arrival.”

Wave stared up at the ceiling, listening very closely as she let it all pour out against his chest. 

“Nopony has ever meant so much to me…” Spitfire went on. “And I was so worried that you were gone for good.”

“Spitfire…” Wave gently grabbed her head and tilted it up so her eyes were looking into his. There were light tears dripping down her face. He wiped the tears from her eyes. “Look at me and listen to me carefully,” he said as he gave her a firm look. “Put all of that behind you… and don’t look back. I’m right here with you now. You are touching me and I am holding you. We’ve both been through some of the worst experiences in our lives, but we’ve come out of them alive and we’re back in each other’s arms. If you ask me… I’d say it’s time to make the most of that.”

Spitfire stared wide eyed at Wave. That was just about everything she needed to hear coming from exactly who she wanted to hear it from. She leaned in, their lips meeting once more, but this time it was much deeper with more feeling behind it than she had ever put into it before. 

They both exhaled as they pulled apart, staring calmly at one another with a shrewd lust in the air between them.

“Not the most of it…” Spitfire rubbed her hooves behind his head. “All of it.”

Wave smiled at her… and slowly started shifting, gently flipping them over and placing himself on top of her. Spitfire kept her body completely relaxed, letting him make the move without any resistance as the look of quiet desire in her eyes only grew stronger as he placed himself on top of her.

“Aye, Captain.”

“I’m all yours,” she beckoned him, relaxing her body entirely. Wave smiled as he lowered himself down, touching his body to hers.

“And I’m one lucky guy.”





Fleetfoot still had her ear pressed to the door. Her face was bright red with a goofy mischievous look on her face. She bit her lip and her wings twitched as she began to hear certain noises coming from the room… mostly from Spitfire.

But then her body jolted as if she had just been punched right in the gut. Her ear came right off the door and she stumbled backwards, falling onto her plot as she stared wide-eyed at the door.

There was a strong tightness in her chest as it felt like her breath escaped, making her feel lightheaded. Her body stiffened up as she looked down and blinked, her pupils darting slightly to the left and right.

Her ears turned towards the door as a faint muffled moan seeped through it. She slammed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth as she stood up quickly and cantered down the hall as if she wanted to get as far away from the door as possible.





“Are we there yet?” Star murmured as she lay flat on Dash’s back, facing backwards with her left cheek smushed into her fur. 

“Our room is just around the corner,” Dash chuckled.

“We’ve been walking for five minutes,” Star groaned.

“We left the party thirty seconds ago,” Matteo chimed in from beside them.

“I’m pretty sure it’s been five minutes,” Star defended herself. 

“It’s been five minutes since Dash cut you off for the night,” Thunderlane pointed out as he reached out and poked Star in the head.

“Myeh…” Star tried to move her head away, but didn’t give much effort. “I’m not that drunk.”

“You’re pretty drunk, Star… ah!” Dash wobbled slightly as one of her hooves stepped awkwardly.

“Ironic,” Matteo said flatly as Dash shot him a flat look. 

“Yes, I drank too, but at least I can walk on my own,” she stuck her tongue out at him. 

The party had more or less dispersed and Dash was heading back to their room with her friends. They had all had a bit to drink, some more than others. Star wasn’t so far gone that she was saying random things or forgetting where she was but she was definitely very inebriated. Though considering how small she was, there was a good chance she’d be really drunk soon, she had had more to drink than all of them combined. 

Dash and Thunderlane were holding up alright, neither of them had really thrown down and Matteo unsurprisingly held his alcohol as if he hadn’t drank anything at all. 

And Twister was moonwalking at the back of the group, it sounded like he was humming ‘He’s a Jolly Good Fellow,’ but it sounded like he kept mistaking the melody of ‘Row Row Row Your Boat’ as being a part of the song.

They probably could have stayed at the party a little longer, but it didn’t seem like much more was going to happen, so Dash made the call to get Star back and get her to bed before she could drink any more.

They had had their fun, but it was time to crash.

“Okay, Star, now we’re here,” Dash said sarcastically as she fiddled with her keycard.

“Yayyyyyy…” Star slurred.

But the moment Dash opened the door enough to see inside, she froze, holding the door partially open.

Her eyes landed directly on another pair of eyes, very wide eyes, looking towards the door from inside. 

Squall was in the room.

Dash quickly shifted backwards while shutting the door.

“YEEP!” Star yelped as she slid off Dash’s back, but was caught by Matteo quickly reaching down.

“What’s up?” Thunderlane asked as Dash spun around and glanced between all of them. She said nothing for a moment, but then took a deep breath and pounded one hoof into the other.

“Everypony wait right here,” she ordered while pointing at the ground.

“Why?” Matteo immediately questioned. Dash pointed a hoof directly at his face.

“ESPECIALLY you!” she emphasized. Matteo narrowed his eyes and glanced at the door.

“He’s in there, isn’t he?”

“……………….maybe.” Dash said with a blank expression.

“You’re an awful liar,” Matteo huffed.

“It’s something I’d rather not be good at,” Dash shrugged and rolled her eyes.

“Huh… wha…?” Star groggily looked over from within Matteo’s gentle talon grip. “Squall? He’s here?”

Both Matteo and Dash looked down to her, then back at one another.

“Let me talk to him,” Dash spoke up before Matteo could, holding her hooves out.

“Eh? But…hrm…” Star started wiggling and reaching her hooves to the floor. Matteo lowered her down. She placed her hooves down and wobbled a little, but looked up at Dash. “Didn’t you just say I gotta talk to him?”

“I did,” Dash crouched down to look her in the eye. “But let me soften him up for you first,” she winked at her. “Thunderlane!” she yelled, glancing up.

“Huh? Yeah?” Thunderlane stepped forward. Dash scooped up Star in her hooves and held her out to him. 

“Hold this.”

“Hey!” Star tried to fight for a moment, but not very strongly, going limp in Dash’s hooves. “Meh…” she sighed in defeat.

“Uh… okay,” Thunderlane grabbed Star and tried to keep his composure at the somewhat goofy tired face Star was making.

“Also…” Dash glanced to her left and thrust her hooves down.

“WOOOO HOO HOO!!!!” Twister whooped as Dash grabbed him by the neck before he could slither past her. She hoisted him up and stuffed him deep into Matteo’s fluff while giving Matteo a very stern gaze.

“Listen to me… YOU need to keep this idiot from going into the room while I do this, so please... just help me out here?” she asked. Matteo narrowed his eyes at Dash again. She was using Twister as an excuse to keep him out of the room and it was abundantly clear he was aware of that. But with a sigh, Matteo nodded.

“Fine,” Matteo agreed while pressing down on a lump that was now navigating around his fur.

“Okay, everypony sit tight!” Dash quickly turned around and let herself into the room. 

The moment she was in and the door shut behind her, she spotted Squall by the sliding door that led out to the balcony, frantically fiddling with the lock.

“AH, AH, AH! Get away from that door!” Dash pointed right at him as he flinched and looked over his shoulder with wide eyes. After a moment of remaining perfectly still, Squall quickly turned back and continued fiddling with the lock.

Dash trotted over to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the door, but she barely got him away from it before he angrily yanked his arm away from her.

“For crying out loud!” He erupted, glaring at her and hissing through his nose. “Will you just leave me the hell alone?! How hard is it to understand that?!”

Dash let him yell into her face, holding firm as she looked him right in the eye.

“No,” she stated while pointing a hoof into his face. “Squall, I’ve always been willing to respect your personal boundaries so long as it doesn’t affect the wellbeing of the rest of us. You’ve been acting like this for weeks now, and since it looks like there’s no end to it in sight, I’m intervening right now. You need to quit being so cold to us, get yourself together, and move on.”

“What the hell do you know about me?!” he lashed out as Dash kept her composure. “What the hell do you care?!”

“Squall,” Dash planted a hoof to his chest. Squall flinched and froze, but kept his glare. “We were all right there when Ruin pried into your mind! Has anything changed about the way we treat you? What are you hiding from us for? What exactly changed?!”

“I DID!” Squall belted at her.

Dash blinked, her eyes widening a little. Squall instantly looked like he regretted saying it.

“What?” Dash tipped her head slightly.

“RRRRRRRRGHHHH!!!!!!” Squall pulled away, shaking his head out. “LEAVE ME ALONE! STOP NAGGING ME!”

Dash paused for a moment, trying her best not to show acknowledgement that he just said exactly what Matteo said he would.

“Squall, I’m not nagging you,” she said calmly.

“Yes you are!” he yelled right back before quickly turning and fiddling with the screen door again. Dash growled quietly to herself before rushing forward and pushing him away from the door.

“No, I’m not," she asserted as she forced him back and got into his face before he could protest. “I’m doing this because you’re causing problems for us! Some of us more than others!” she yelled while poking a hoof into his chest. “Star just drank herself silly at the party after you lashed out at her earlier! She sounds like she’s about to give up on you! STAR! GIVE UP! ON YOU!” she emphasized.

Squall’s expression drastically changed and all his attempts to stop it failed miserably. Dash immediately noticed. A look of disbelief had fought its way onto his face. Dash quickly lowered her voice, confident that had hit him hard.

“When I see her like that, I’m not just going to let it slide. Frankly, I don’t get why you’re being this way, not one bit.” Dash pulled her hoof away from him. “I want to ask you a serious question. Of what Ruin revealed out loud about you… what part of it was a bad thing?” She asked as Squall began gritting his teeth. “especially to Star?” she added.

“NO!” Squall swung a hoof out and pushed Dash aside. “MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!” he started cantering towards the door with his head down.

“SQUALL! GET BACK H—” she stopped mid-yell, her eyes opening wide as she spotted Matteo directly behind her, Squall running face first into his fur. He bounced off and stumbled back a few steps, his eyes going wide as they med the cold hard glare of Matteo.

“YOU.” Matteo reached an arm down and pushed Squall by the shoulder, his hooves skidding across the floor until he had his plot pressed to a wall. He held him still against it, but didn’t force him roughly into it after the fact. Dash quickly came to her senses and rushed towards them.

“MATTY! GRGH!!!” Dash grunted as Matteo reached his other arm behind him and held her in place by the head.

Matteo kept his glare firmly fixed on Squall, who glared right back, but looked a bit shaken. Dash frantically looked around as Matteo held her at bay, but Twister seemed to be absent, did Matteo leave Thunderlane alone to deal with him?

“You have run from this long enough,” Matteo stated, Squall growling loudly.

“Don’t start with me, Fatso!”

Matteo let go of Dash, pointing his free talon at Squall’s face. 

“You are in no position to make demands,” he shot back, slowly looming further over Squall. “It’s time for you to stop hiding from yourself. What happened is long over and done with, yet you continue to run from it like a scared little colt instead of facing it like a stallion.”

Squall only growled louder and glared harder in response.

“You know what you are being, now tell me…” Matteo bent down to get closer. “Do I have to say it? Or are you going to gather up your dignity and stand up on your own four hooves?”

Squall didn’t say anything.

“Do I really have to say the word for you? The one you really hate?” Matteo egged him on.

“Don’t you dare…” Squall hissed at him.

“Matty…” Dash tried to speak up, but she knew it wouldn’t reach him at this point.

“Well…?” Matteo tipped his head slightly.

But Squall, again, said nothing.

“Coward,” Matteo said right into his face while giving a small head fake. 

“NNNRGH!!!” Squall growled, trying to push forward. But he didn’t budge, Matteo was just too strong.

“YOU ARE BEING A COWARD!” Matteo yelled again. “OWN UP TO IT! What kind of self-respecting warrior is afraid of that which would give him strength?!”

“GRAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!” Squall roared again.

“YOU DON’T SCARE ME!” Matteo snarled. “YOUR INFANTILE YELLING HERE AND NOW ONLY PROVES ME RIGHT!”

“Matty! ENOUGH!!!!” Dash ran up and grabbed Matteo’s arm, but she couldn’t move him either. Everything was going downhill fast… REALLY fast. 

But then Twister’s head suddenly sprang out from Matteo’s chest fluff like a jack-in-the-box.

“EVERYPONY HOL’ UP!”

“Oh dear god…” Dash said quietly to herself as she stopped pulling on Matteo’s arm.

Twister’s arms appeared out of Matteo’s fur and he pressed them down into it. His body made loud metallic creaking noises as he slowly pulled himself out of Matteo while never once moving his head from its position right in Squall’s face. His body walked towards his head, neck shortening until he was standing upright in front of Squall.

“It has come to my attention that we may not be taking the proper approach to this situation!” 

Squall glared at him, but Twister reached up and squished Squall’s cheeks inward.

“What Slap-Happy Hot-Stuff McShimmerMeScar here really needs…” he trailed off as his face scrunched up. “Oog… hrgm… grgh…” he pounded a hoof to his chest. “Ahem… AHEM… BLAAAAARGH!!!!!!!”

Twister released a loud hard cough. A tornado spontaneously materialized around him and everypony and everything in the room was sucked into it, yelping as they were tossed about the room, but didn’t seem to be in danger of hitting anything.

But five seconds later it stopped, every object picked up landed perfectly and safely where it was prior and Dash and Matteo both landed softly on all fours.

There was suddenly a large roundtable in the center of the room with five Twister’s sitting in five of the six chairs with Squall occupying the last, looking back and forth confused as hell.

The Twister sitting in the middle of the quintet was the usual Twister, but the rest of them looked slightly different.

One of them was extremely old, had one eye squinted shut, and was endlessly shaking a cane in the air.

One of them was wearing very large, thick glasses, had a laptop computer in front of him, and was frantically typing away while biting his lip.

One of them was leaning back in his chair, his eyes were red and looking up slightly with a lit joint in his mouth.

The last was leaning forward and nearly grinding his hooves into the table, he had a long beard and an extremely serious look on his face.

“He needs a proper roundtable discussion on the topic of how to woo a mare!” the regular Twister shouted while throwing his hooves out to both sides. “Worry not! I brought together four well qualified experts to lead the discussion!” Twister leaned to the left side first and motioned to the old Twister. “Over here we have… The Hip Replacement!”

“QUIET SONNY!” the old twister slammed his cane on the table. “AFTER BEING MARRIED FOR TWO HUNDRED FORTY SEVEN YEARS AND A DIET COKE AIN’T NO ONE HERE THAT KNOWS MORE ABOUT THEM CRAZY MARES THAN ME!” he blinked and looked around. “Is it 4:30 yet? I’m tired.”

“And sitting next to him we ha—”

CLICKITY CLACKITY CLICKITY CLACKITY

Twister flattened his expression as the glasses Twister furiously typed away loudly.

“Ahem!”

“AH!” the glasses Twister slammed the laptop shut and hugged it to his body while frantically looking back and forth.

“We have, the Shipficcer!”

“What did you see?! Did you see anything?!” Ship Twister looking back and forth nervously. “No one is allowed to view my expertise on the subject of romance before I publish it!” Ship Twister quickly opened up his laptop, looked suspiciously around at everypony, and continued typing.

“Aaaaaaaaand to my right!” Twister swung his arm around, motioning to the joint smoking Twister. “We have The Baked Visionary!”

“Dude, like…” Baked Twister took the joint out of his mouth and blew a huge cloud of white smoke. “This one time when I was really high, I like… was telling this mare about another time I got high and… I mean… I think it was a mare? I can’t remember…” he took another long puff.

“And next to him we have—”

Twister was cut off as the final Twister slammed his hooves on the table.

“LET ME TELL YOU THE TRUTH ABOUT MARES!” he yelled while clenching a hoof, his beard growing longer and a handlebar mustache slowly extending outward. “They are sly creatures that will turn a stallion inside out the hard way should you take your eyes off them! What is the solution to such mares?! Beatings.”

The rest of the Twister’s stared wide eyed at the angry Twister. 

“Well then,” Twister blinked and cleared his throat. “This is Memeri.”

“My personality forces thots to treat me with respect.” Memeri Twister stated firmly as the ends of his moustache grew longer and slowly curled upward while his eyes began to glow and point in different directions.

“SO THEN! Gentlestallions!” Twister clapped his hooves together as Squall’s eyes darted back and forth. “Here is the situation tonight. Our troubled stallion here is having a mare problem… his heart and soul has been poured out for her to see, but he now avoids her for some god forsaken reason.”

“A-HAH!” the Old Twister rapped his cane on the table. “Sonny’s got a classic case of a mare wanting his dick, but he can’t find it!”

“Dude, this one time… I couldn’t find it either…” Baked Twister took a puff, blinked, and glanced between his legs. “Wait, do I still have it?”

“Now now, let’s not jump to any obvious conclusions,” Twister nodded. “But as it stands, can we offer some advice to our client here as to how to properly woo his mare?”

“The moonlight shone gently through the window…” Ship Twister started speaking out loud as he typed away. “The two were only inches apart, taking in the innocently lustful look in each other’s eyes, their lips parting as fireworks erupted in their heads for the moment that had finally arrived…” his face was getting closer and closer to his screen as he went on.

“By Celestia, you virgin!” Memeri Twister angrily pointed across the table at Ship Twister. “Cease that degenerate drivel or I will give you a taste of my shoe!” he threatened while holding up a horseshoe in his other hoof.

“Dude, this one time… we were all getting high… my buddy fell asleep before the third round, so we stuck a carrot in his ass.” Baked Twister randomly said. “I don’t think there was a girl there... what was the question again?”

“SEVEN HUNDRED YEARS AGO when I was a wee lad,” Old Twister barked. “I’d cruise down the road in my self-drawn carriage, pick up babes, and ride all over the neighborhood! Alco-dickety-hol only cost three wooden bits back then! You had to say ‘dickety’ with that word in my time cause only Griffons new how to make it and I’ll be DAMNED if I ever acknowledge them feather dusters!!!”

“They could feel each other’s breath on their faces…” Ship Twister went on, he was sitting on the table now, bent all the way down with his face pressed to the screen. “They held each other so close… the moment was tense yet so tender, the incoming kiss anticipated, yet so far away…” A horseshoe flung right into the side of his head, knocking him off the table and onto the floor. “Ow…”

“Hurry up and get to the part where he gives her the almighty three shoe beating!” Memeri Twister snapped from across the table. He slammed his chin to the table’s surface, dragging it as he turned his attention to Squall with his beard sweeping over the table. “In these trying times, all I have are horny thoughts, HORNY THOUGHTS!” he yelled while throwing his arms into the air. “But the question is, who am I horny for? My brothers, I am horny for Celestia!”

“Hey anyone up for some tacos? I’m hungry and I don’t know why.” Baked Twister chimed in while swallowing his joint and rolling another one.

“IN DEFIANCE OF CELESTIA!” Memeri twister pointed a hoof on the table and pointed the other towards Baked Twister. “The stallion here turned himself into a chimney! This is not funny! This is Paganism!”

“They grew closer and closer, so close it was as if they would never meet and yet their lips now were so near they could almost taste them!” Ship Twister continued on, now nearly humping his own laptop. “Surely this was fate! Surely this was meant to be! It had all come to this one particular moment in time, it was meant for them. He deserved this moment! She deserved this moment, and then…. THEY…”

“FIRST OF ALL…!” Memeri twister shoved Baked Twister off his chair to get closer. “The only thing she DESERVES is a beating with a rod, such as this one!” He tore a leg right off the table and held it up in the air.

“Damn, the floor is nice,” Baked Twister’s voice came from the floor.

“SECOND OF ALL—”

“ONE THOUSAND FORTY TWO YEARS AGO WHEN I WAS IN MY PRIME…” Old Twister cut off Memeri Twister. “I was so hot for Celestia that, now listen closely son, NOT EVEN SOMBRA… could compete with the thunder I packed above the sack!”

Memeri Twister slammed the leg on the table and ground his teeth together as he pointed at old Twister while his beard grew three more inches. 

“May Celestia silence you, cut off your tongue, and destroy the very foundations of your being! You will not speak about that infidel Sombra!”

Old Twister glared across the table at him and slammed his cane to the table.

“Eat shit, sonny, I WILL talk about Sombra!” he shot back.

The two of them suddenly scrambled onto the table and smacked one another repeatedly with their cane and table leg. One errant swing sent Shipfic Twister’s laptop flying and smashing against the back wall.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! MY LIFE’S WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!” he wailed.

“Stallions, stallions, please!” Twister reached up, but was knocked down onto Baked Twister.

“Whoa, dude, what if like… we had hands?” Baked Twister asked as Twister rolled off of him.

Squall, Dash, and Matteo just watched blankly as Memeri Twister and Old Twister continued to fight, Shipfic twister continued to weep, Baked Twister continued to spout deep philosophy, and normal Twister lay out cold on the floor.

Suddenly a sign dropped down from the ceiling that read “The Democracy club” and “We’ll be right back.”

“C’MERE BITCH!” the fighting Twisters fell onto Squall and knocked him to the floor.

“RRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” Squall forced them off and got to his hooves, seething hard. “SHUT UP!!!!!!!!” he yelled. 

All the Twisters froze and stared at him.

“EVERYPONY JUST SHUT UP! SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!”

They all continued to stare. Then Memeri Twister pushed old Twister off of him. 

“By Celestia, you ponies are dogs. I will go on as usual.” He trudged towards the door, left, and slammed the door behind him.

Squall forcefully shook his head out before breaking towards the door himself.

“Squall, wait!” Dash yelled as she chased after him.

But before he could reach the door… it opened.

Little Star walked in.

Squall gasped and screeched to a halt.

Dash and Matteo froze. Twister remained still as well, the other Twisters and the mess they left behind all suddenly gone. They watched as Star and Squall just stared at one another.

Thunderlane peeked through the door, stepping into the room himself as he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

“Sorry… she wiggled free,” he explained as the door closed, but not fully as he accidentally pushed the deadbolt lever over while stepping in.

Star and Squall continued to just stand still and look at one another. While Star’s expression was very neutral, mostly due to the alcohol, Squall looked terrified as if he had just gotten his leg caught in a bear trap.

Then in an instant, Squall spun around, turning his back to her, but he didn’t move an inch. He looked down, his breaths heavy.

“Hey…” Star spoke up, causing him to flinch. “Hey you…” she went on, sounding like the amount she drank was starting to hit her a little more. “Hey…” she wobbled up behind him and grabbed his tail. “You…” she started gently tugging on his tail. “Hey… hey… hey…” she kept repeating while tugging his tail over and over.

But Squall didn’t move.

“Why won’t you look at me?” she asked while letting go of his tail.

She waited patiently for a response, but Squall said nothing.

“Gosh…” Star said with a hiccup and wobbling slightly. “You’re so mean.”

Squall flinched hard, but kept his back turn.

“You’re real weird too, you know that?” Star leaned forward and pointed a hoof nonchalantly. “Why do you hate it when others like you?”

Squall’s body relaxed and he slowly turned his head, but not far enough to face or see her.

“It doesn’t make any sense at all, I don’t get you.” Star started to turn away.

“Wait!” Squall suddenly blurted out, turning halfway around and looking at her, but a moment later he froze and sharply turned his back to her again. Star huffed loudly, puffing her cheeks up.

“Oh, come on… What? WHAT?! Say something!” she prodded.

Dash, Thunderlane, and Matteo all watched quietly, letting Star take over the situation in her slightly drunken state. Twister was straining himself while gnawing on Matteo’s arm, but they were completely ignoring him, holding their breath.

“You’re so difficult…” Star said as she wobbled closer to Squall, approaching his back leg as he remained turned. Squall twitched hard as Star suddenly sat down and leaned her back against his leg. “But I like you anyway.”

Squall’s ears stood up.

“All that stuff Ruin said… that stuff about you…” Star rambled on as Squall slowly started turning his head to actually look at her. His expression had weakened considerably, no trace of hostility left to be found. “Yeah, he was being a jerk, but… wanna know something?” Star tilted her head, the two of them finally making eye contact.

Dash bit down hard on her lip in anticipation.

“That stuff about you?” Star let her head tilt and rest against his leg. “It was—”

SLAM

Everypony flinched hard as the sound of the front door crashing against the wall nearly spooked them all right out of their hooves.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!! HIC!”

Dash spun around and looked at the door.





It was Fleetfoot.

“DASSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHIIIEEEEE!!!!!” Fleetfoot giggled, poking Dash in the chest. “HIIIIIIII!!!!!!!”

It was an apparently extremely drunk Fleetfoot complete with a perpetual rosy red blush, two wine bottles tucked under her wing, and a distinct inability to stand up straight without swaying or tipping back and forth.

“Fl… Fleet?!” Dash finally managed to say as Fleetfoot threw herself at her, laughing directly into Dash’s face as she gave her a big hug. Dash could smell alcohol for miles on her breath.

But then realization hit Dash and she quickly looked towards Squall and Star, only to see Squall was already halfway towards the bedroom and Star had tipped over onto her back, staring at the ceiling. Before Dash could yell towards Squall, he was in the other room and he shut the door behind him.

“My life is a joke,” Star said monotonously towards the ceiling.

“Star, no,” Dash stated firmly before glaring at the constantly giggling Fleetfoot hanging onto her. But the glare bounced right off her as she leaned in and started planting multiple sloppy kisses on Dash’s face.

“MWAH! MWAH! MWAH!” Fleetfoot kept going, more or less pulling on Dash’s face with each one.

“Ow! Gah! Fleet, stop that!” Dash tried to push her away.

“Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Fleetfoot tipped forward and draped herself over Dash’s shoulder, but she leaned too far, sliding right over Dash’s back and hitting the floor with a loud THUMP.

Dash sighed and turned around to look her over as she sat up, popped the cork out of one of the bottles and took a delightful swig from it while humming.

“Ahhhh… that’s good stuff…” she sighed as she held the bottle towards Dash. “Ya want some? I only sucked on the end a LITTLE bit, ahaaaaa…” she let her head tilt back as she kept giggling every couple of seconds. Dash furrowed her brow.

“Fleet… how much wine have you had?”

“Yes.”

Dash opened her mouth, then closed her mouth. Technically that answered her question.

“HHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM…” Fleetfoot squeakily hummed as she slowly tipped over onto her back, somehow not spilling any of the open bottle as she started rocking back and forth on the floor.

Dash glanced over at the rest. Matteo and Thunderlane were just staring wide eyed at Fleetfoot. Thunderlane in particular had his back legs crossed. Twister had vanished, Squall was still in the other room, and Star was still laying on the floor, looking up at the ceiling.

“Okay, fine… what are you doing here?” Dash asked Fleet with another heavy sigh.

“Huh?” she blinked and stopped rocking. “Oh yeah!” she sat up and leaned really close into Dash. “I’m crashing here tonight!”

“Um… pardon?” Dash lifted an eyebrow, but Fleetfoot’s eyes suddenly snapped towards Thunderlane and Matteo.

“SO WHO WANTS TO SLEEP WITH ME?!” she yelled out cheerfully while waving her arms towards them. “I promise I won’t bite… that hard!”

“Hold up, HOLD UP!” Dash shifted to block her view.

“Oh?” Fleetfoot gave her a very sly look. “Dashie, ya shoulda said something!” She leaned in, wrapped her arms around Dash’s neck and seductively swayed her hips back and forth. “Just don’t tell Soarin! Unless he’d be okay with it?”

“No, he…” Dash trailed off and tipped her head slightly. “Actually he’d probably think it’s hot, but really we need to back up for a moment.” Dash gently pushed her off.

“Huh? Oh, okay I can do that.” Fleetfoot casually turned around and bent down, lifting her plot towards Dash. 

“NO! THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!” Dash grabbed her by the plot and spun her back around. “Gear down for a second!” Dash demanded while grabbing Fleet by the face and pressing her cheeks inward. “Why are you here? Don’t you have a room?”

Fleetfoot suddenly made a very sad squished face with beady eyes.

“What? You don’t want me heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere?” she slurred with a sniffle. Dash flattened her brow.

“Fleet, that’s not what I said. I’m just curious why you just suddenly stumbled through my door, drunk off your ass, and announced that you’re staying,” she rephrased while letting go of Fleetfoot’s cheeks.

Fleetfoot stared blankly for a moment while keeping her lips slightly puckered.

“Oh right, yeah, that… hehe!” she giggled, stumbling backwards and falling onto her plot. With a wine bottle in hoof, she pointed towards the door. “I set up Spitty and Wave in our room. They’re wham-bamming the night away right now, so I need a place to crash!”

“So… you came to us?” Dash asked while looking her up and down.

“You’re the first one to let me in! HWEEEEE!!!” she tipped over backwards and rolled onto her back again while kicking her legs into the air lazily.

“Our door was open…” Dash sighed as Fleet continued to rock about, giggling like a filly.

“I know! How nice of you!” Fleetfoot sat up and launched herself at Dash for a hug, but this time Dash reached forward in time to stop her. “MWAH! MWAH! I love you too!” she made kissy lips towards Dash while making grabby hooves towards her.

With one hoof keeping Fleetfoot back, Dash looked over at the others. Thunderlane had moved to the couch to sit down and Matteo was looking around, probably for Twister. But the one Dash was really concerned about was Star, still lying face up on the floor, looking like she had decided she was living there now.

“Look, Fleet… I don’t want you to think I’m throwing you out right now, but this may not be the best time for—” Dash blinked as Fleetfoot suddenly slipped off her hoof, tucked the wine bottles into her wings and galloped towards the couch Thunderlane was sitting on. 

“That couch looks comfy as HELL!” she yelled.

“Huh? AH!” Thunderlane yelped as she leapt over the arm and landed chest first on him. “OOF!” Thunderlane grunted as she slid over his lap and rolled to the other end of the couch.

“Wooooo! Haha!” she hooted as she downed what was left of the first bottle and threw it across the room. Dash winced, expecting a crash, but it landed in Matteo’s fluff and got stuck. “Bottle destroyed!” she giggled as she popped the cork out of the other, the cork launching off the opposite wall and hitting Dash between the eyes.

“OW!” Dash grunted as she rubbed her face, but as she regained her focus, Fleet was already gulping down more wine, eventually placing it on the coffee table and spreading her body out.

“Hmmmmm…” she hummed drunkenly as she laid on her stomach and rested her chin on the arm rest.

Dash gave Fleetfoot a long hard look, but gave in. With a heavy sigh, Dash walked towards the door and made sure it was shut and locked properly. It was clear Fleetfoot wasn’t going anywhere, hopefully she’d just pass out in short order.

With Fleetfoot lounging for the moment, Dash went to collect Star from the floor… because she was certain that wasn’t very comfy at all. Matteo passed behind her and by the couch as she moved, moving to turn the corner and passing right by Fleetfoot in the process.

“Hey, hey, hey!” She suddenly reached out and grabbed his tail. “WHOOP!” she yelped as Matteo kept going, pulling her right over the couch arm and face first onto the floor.

Matteo stopped and turned to look back at her as she pushed herself up and wobbled closer, eventually leaning into his side and sinking into his fur. 

“Oh damn… you’re so soft…” she cooed as she leaned her whole body into him. Matteo sighed as she hummed and sank little by little into his fluff. “Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… Oh?” she suddenly stopped sinking. “Hoooo whoooooaaaaaa!” she perked up a little as she dug her hooves into his fur and felt around. “Holy shit, somepony is hiding some serious beef under all this fluff!”

“Stop,” Matteo reached back and pulled her off.

“Wait, wait, I wasn’t done…” Fleetfoot pleaded as she made grabbing motions towards his body.

“Enough. I’m married,” Matteo said sternly, holding her back by the forehead with a single talon shank.

“I know, but I can’t even touch?” she asked with a dramatic pout.

“No.”

“Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame…” Fleetfoot groaned in frustration. “Can I sleep on you though? For serious, you’re like… comfier than most beds I’ve slept on. I won’t hump that much I promi—YEE!” she squeaked as Matteo picked her up by the head.

“The couch will have to suffice,” he said flatly as he moved her back to the couch right as Dash placed Star down on the comfy chair next to it. 

Dash snickered as he watched Fleetfoot give no resistance, dangling from Matteo’s talons as he dropped her back on the couch. With Star now situated… Dash blinked and quickly moved to sit down in between Fleetfoot and Thunderlane, hopefully deterring her from getting any more ideas.

But it didn’t seem to matter.

“Ooo! You!” Fleetfoot leaned over and fell onto her stomach while pointing at Thunderlane. 

Thunderlane’s face went blank and he stiffened. Dash tipped forward and started reaching for Fleetfoot, but stopped, leaned back and smirked towards Thunderlane. This would probably be funny, so she decided to let it happen.

“Wait… Wait…” Fleetfoot sat up, wobbled, and held her hooves out in front of her while blinking. “Hold on a sec.” She reached for the remaining bottle of wine and took a large gulp. “Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…” she slowly stroked a hoof through her mane before shaking it out. She put on a pair of very seductive bedroom eyes and batted her eyelashes through her tipsy blush towards Thunderlane. “I think I sat on you earlier, right?”

“Snrk…” Dash put a hoof to her mouth to stifle a laugh. Thunderlane swallowed, glancing in Fleetfoot’s direction. 

“Pardon me, Dashie!” Fleetfoot lunged forward, but ungracefully toppled right onto Dash’s lap.

“Gah!” Dash grunted as all of Fleetfoot’s weight pressed into her legs. 

“Whoops! Slipped! Hee!” Fleetfoot clambered, up, pressing a hoof down to Dash’s thigh and up into her face as she pulled herself completely over her and fell against Thunderlane. “Hey… hey…” Fleetfoot pressed her body into Thunderlane. “I’m drunk and extremely horny, want to help me do something about it?” she asked while tracing a hoof into Thunderlane’s cheek.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Thunderlane slurred as his face turned bright red.

“Is that a yes? It sounded like ye—EEP!” Fleetfoot lost her balance and slipped off his shoulder, her chest landing right into Thunderlane’s lap. “WAIT… WAIT… GIMME A SEC!” Fleetfoot pressed her hooves directly into his crotch as she tried to push herself up. 

“FFFFNNNMMMFFVVVRRRRRRR…” Thunderlane bit down on his lip, his eyes twitching as Fleetfoot scooted her legs up and around, sitting her plot down right on his lap.

“THERE! I did it! HA! In your FACE alcohol!” she pumped a hoof into the air. “Wait… what was I doing again?”

“Thunderlane, breathe,” Dash chuckled as he looked like he was about to explode.

“I… can’t…” Thunderlane’s head twitched. 

“OH! Right, right, right…” Fleetfoot turned her body towards him and straddled his waist. “I was trying to do… uh…” Fleetfoot leaned in real close and lifted eyebrow. “What’s your name again? Storm Front?”

“PFFFFFFFFFF—!” Dash threw her hooves over her mouth as Thunderlane’s ears dropped.

“Eh… doesn’t matter, just gimme some tongue,” Fleetfoot pressed herself as hard as she could into Thunderlane and leaned towards his mouth, flicking her tongue up and down.

“FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF—AH!” Thunderlane threw his wings out and pumped them down, forcing him off the couch and into the air.

“WHOA!” Fleetfoot yelped as she was lifted up with him, the two shooting into the air until Thunderlane’s head hit the ceiling. Fleetfoot was shaken free of him upon impact, the two falling in opposite directions. Thunderlane hit the floor with a loud THUMP, but Fleetfoot careened right towards Dash.

“OH SHI—” Dash noticed a little too late that Fleetfoot was dropping like a rock towards her, just barely moving her arms over her stomach to somewhat shield herself from the incoming impact of Wonderbolt butt.

Fleetfoot crashed plot first into Dash, forcing both of them half way into the couch between two of the cushions with Fleetfoot on top.

Dash flattened her brow, staring up into the air with her cheeks pressed together by the cushions and Fleetfoot’s nose dug into her chest.

“Fleet, could you pass out already?” Dash asked with a slight tone of frustration in her voice.

“Pah! Blah…” Fleetfoot gagged as she pulled back, relieving herself from a mouthful of Dash’s fur. But she blinked as she noticed she was on top of Dash with her jammed into the couch cushions. “Whoa, did we just do it? You look like you had a great time!”

“Fleet do you even remember the last few minutes?” Dash asked, furrowing her brow.

“If I don’t it must have been great! Wanna do it again?” she asked, giggling with a hiccup in between every few ‘hee’s. She tried to lean forward and kiss Dash, but Dash yanked one of her hooves out from between the couch and jammed it against Fleetfoot’s cheek. “Murglebrgle.” Fleet mumbled gibberish as the pressure forced her lips to pucker. “Oh wait, it’s coming back to me!” she sat up but didn’t get off of Dash. “I wasn’t doing you, I was doing…” 

She and Dash looked over to see Thunderlane standing up right and facing the corner of the wall across the room.

“YEEEEEEAH! HIM! I knew something was off, you were a stallion like… five hours ago!” she brushed a hoof against Dash’s chest. “HIC!” Fleet hiccupped very loudly, her body nearly bouncing off Dash as she clamped her thighs onto Dash’s waist. 

“OW! Okay, that’s it…” Dash pushed forward, forcing herself out of the couch and tipping Fleetfoot over onto her back beside her.

“Wai… wai… wait… is he still over there? Lemme over there!” Fleetfoot made grabbing motions towards Thunderlane as she remained upside-down.

“Think you’re gonna have to leave him be, Fleet,” Dash explained as she brushed herself off.

“Neh!” Fleetfoot stretched herself out as if it would help her get closer to him. “I wanna ride!”

“He’s taken,” Dash said while grabbing Fleet’s hoof to stop her from falling off the couch.

“Wha…? Him too?” Fleetfoot slurred. “By who?”

“My friend, Applejack.”

“Bwuhuh?” Fleetfoot sat up quickly and blinked, one eye half closed and her opposite ear flattening out. “Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaait… that guy… is banging that juicy apple mare you know?”

“Yes,” Dash answered sternly, crossing her hooves.

“Hot DAAAAAAAAAAAYUM! He’s that good?! Want, WANT!” Fleetfoot started scooting off the couch. Dash reached out and grabbed her by the tail, but it didn’t seem to matter since she just rolled off and landed on her back. “Ow. Where are my hooves? I can’t find them.”

“Look, Fleet, I had my laugh, so leave Thunderlane alone. Things between him and A.J. are pretty serious.”

“Ah ha… found my hooves!” Fleetfoot squealed while looking at her hooves. 

“Did you hear what I said?” Dash sighed.

“Yaaaaaaa yaaaaa fiiiiiiiiine…” Fleetfoot rolled up and clambered back onto the couch, resting her chest against the backrest and her chin on top of it. But then her eyes lit up again. “Oo! Wait! She has that MASSIVE brother! Can she set me up with—?”

“Fleet, you’ve MET his marefriend,” Dash quickly cut her off.

“Oh right… blaaaaaaaaaaaargh.”

“HEY!” a voice suddenly came from the cushions. Dash blinked and looked down to see Twister’s neck extending from the cushions with an angry look on his face and a nightcap. “CAN Y’ALL KEEP IT DOWN?! I NEED MY TEN HOURS!” he shouted.

Fleetfoot slowly turned her head, squishing her cheek on the cushion as she stared at Twister.

“Hey you, there’s no way you’re taken. Wanna bang?” she asked with a slur and a hiccup.

“FLEET, NO!” Dash reached over but Twister’s head and neck whipped around and knocked Dash back.

“Sorry ma’am,” Twister apologized, his nightcap tipping up and down. “I’m currently making love to a wheel of cheese down here.”

Fleetfoot just stared at him for a moment and lifted an eyebrow.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” she asked.

“REAL GOUDA!” Twister’s eyebrows bounced erratically before he dove back into the couch and loud thumping noises came from within it.

“Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhh… well…” Fleetfoot turned around, nearly falling into Dash as she leaned her back into the couch. “It was worth a shot.” She yawned as Dash pushed a hoof against her to help her at least be upright.

For a moment Dash wondered if the worst was over. Fleetfoot was suddenly quiet, and the yawn hopefully signified she was about to fall asleep. But then Fleetfoot suddenly scrunched up her face and grunted.

“Mrghbrghrgh…” she leaned forward and grabbed the wine bottle left on the table and started gulping it down. Dash cringed and tried to reach for it, but hesitated long enough for Fleetfoot to yank the bottle out of her mouth and cough a few times. There wasn’t much left in the bottle, but Fleetfoot just stared at it as she took a few heavy breaths.

“Dashie…?” she suddenly spoke, letting a hiccup go before she wobbly turned and looked in Dash’s relative direction, but she was a bit off. “Dashie, you’re still there, right?”

“Uh… I’m right next to you,” Dash confirmed, tapping Fleetfoot on the shoulder. Fleetfoot blinked and turned her head the rest of the way, her eyes landing on Dash. 

The look in her eyes was unexpected. It almost looked vacant or empty. 

“Oh, good… you’re here…” she said lazily as she clutched the bottle. “Good, I’m not alone.”

Dash’s ears stood right up. What was that about?

“Uh… Fleet? Are you okay?” Dash asked. The obvious answer was no since she was probably a few miles over the line of blackout drunk at this point, but… this was a very sudden shift.

“Dashie…” Fleetfoot slurred again while hugging the wine bottle. “Why’s everypony around me taken?” she suddenly asked.

“Wha? Taken?” Dash lifted an eyebrow.

“Taken,” Fleet repeated as she let the bottle roll out of her hooves. Dash quickly reached out and caught it to set it down on the table. “TAKEN!” she yelled while leaning towards Dash, falling towards her. Dash yelped and caught her, Fleet going limp against Dash. “Everypony’s taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaken!” she wailed while pressing the crown of her head into Dash’s chest. She pulled back, took a deep breath and blew a loud raspberry into Dash’s chest. 

“Whoaaaayeeee!” Dash twitched as Fleetfoot’s mouth buzzed against her. “Stop that.” She grabbed her by the shoulder and put her at arms-length.

“The hell do I gotta do, huh?” Fleet let her head hang back. “There something wrong with me? Is it a crime to be this sexy? How many magazine covers do I gotta shake my flank on?” she blinked and tipped her head back down, looking Dash in the eye. “That probably has jack shit to do with it.”

“Um,” Dash tipped her head. 

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh…” Fleetfoot threw her hooves into the air, turned her back to Dash and dramatically leaned back into her. Dash caught her, allowing her to arch her back and hang limply. “I’m surrounded by lovey-dovey romance…” she lazily reached for her ears and yanked on them. “But I can’t get any of it to save my liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife…” she whined.

Dash stared at her, then let go. Fleetfoot dropped into her lap with a tiny squeak.

“Well,” Dash scratched the back of her head. “You, uh… don’t do yourself many favors,” she said bluntly.

“I know,” she immediately agreed. “But it still sucks.”

“Maybe you should—oof!” Dash grunted as Fleetfoot spontaneously turned over onto her stomach, pushing her wings into Dash inadvertently.

“I can shake my hips, flirt, and rub myself on others all I want, but that’ll never get me something… like…” she trailed off.

Dash’s eyes widened as Fleetfoot started sniffling.

“Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh…” she let out what sounded like crying mixed with a drunken wail. She stuffed her eyes against Dash’s thigh and she immediately felt the wetness from her face. “I’m so goddamn jealous of you… And Spitty… and Misty…”

Dash wasn’t sure what to say or do. This was such a sudden shift. She showed up acting very belligerent and now she was admitting that she didn’t want to be? Or something like that.

“Gee, Fleet, I—OW!” Dash flinched as Fleetfoot sudden bit down on her thigh. She grabbed her and forced her back upright. She was about to berate her, but by now the look in Fleetfoot’s eyes looked so vacant that she was clearly out of control of herself.

“Eh? What?” she asked as if she didn’t just bite her.

“…nothing,” Dash sighed, helping Fleetfoot rest her back against the couch. “Just… keep talking if you want,” she offered. She felt a little bad hearing what the alcohol had to say, but if this was something on Fleetfoot’s mind that she otherwise wouldn’t say… she was going to let her get it off her chest whether she meant to or not. She looked around to see both Matteo and Thunderlane had gone elsewhere… so she was the only one hearing it by now. Star appeared to be asleep on the chair.

“What’s it feel like?” she suddenly asked.

“What’s what feel like?” Dash asked, sitting back down.

“Having something real…”

Dash stared straight ahead. 

“Meaning something to somepony,” Fleetfoot continued. “I like… like… like, like…” her head tipped to one side. “I just dunno what it feels like.”

Dash slowly glanced at her, but said nothing.

“I know what it’s like to be desired, but… it just ends there. I’ve never had more than that.” She turned towards Dash and almost fell into her again. “What’s it like to be needed?” she inched forward. “What’s it like to feel a loving touch?” she tipped further forward. “What’s it like to make love for more than just a quick bang? Tell meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…!” she fell against Dash, her neck draping over Dash’s shoulders. “Please… tell me… I wanna know…”

Dash gritted her teeth, glancing down as she reached up and embraced her. 

“You know what it’s like, don’t you?” she sniffled. “To have somepony that cares about you so much that they would do anything for you? Somepony that’s always there? That fills in all the empty space?”

Dash’s heart sank. This was way more than she ever expected to hear and it was… depressing. She already knew about a lot of personal things Fleetfoot kept inside, and now she knew more, possibly more hidden than the others. 

“Oh, since we’re on the subject,” Fleetfoot suddenly pushed off Dash, her eyebrows uneven as she swayed and struggled to focus. “Have you ridden Soarin yet since he got stupidly huge?”

Dash’s face contorted and her eye twitched.

“Seriously, have you? How big is he now?! Did it hurt? Could you walk after? Think he could get up and walk around with you still on? Right now you might as well be a living cock sock.”

“WHOA! WHOA!” Dash leaned back from her. 

“What? I’m legit curious!” she asked.

Dash rubbed her temples, shaking her head slightly. This was so out of control, she was shifting back and forth so fast Dash couldn’t keep up with her. 

“Huh. WHUH?! HEY!” Fleetfoot suddenly yelled. Dash perked up and saw Fleetfoot looking past her. She looked over her shoulder and saw… Squall peeking out from the bedroom door. “HEY HEY HEY!!!!! THERE’S ANOTHER IN HERE!!!” Fleetfoot suddenly lunged forward, running into Dash and nearly knocking her over. Squall flinched and slammed the door shut. “WAIT! ARE YOU SINGLE?!”

“NO! Fleet, stop!” Dash grabbed her arm before she could clamber off the couch. 

“Aw, don’t tell me he’s taken too…” she slumped down, draping herself over Dash with a wail. Dash pushed her off and tipped her upright, holding her by the shoulders. 

“Well… uh…” Dash glanced away. “Not really, no.”

“Then lemme go, I need lovin’.” She protested, trying to wiggle free but her efforts were not all that strong.

“Fleet, listen,” Dash gripped her shoulders. “He’s off limits.”

“But whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?” Fleet wailed, tipping her head back and flicking her tongue into the air.

“He…” Dash trailed off, glancing over at Little Star asleep on the couch. Fleetfoot tipped her head down and also looked towards Star, blinking. Dash looked back and quickly used a hoof to turn Fleetfoot’s head to her. “It’s complicated.”

“Huzzat?” Fleetfoot tried to look again, but Dash didn’t let her. “Wuzzat? Wuzzup with them?”

“It’s none of your business,” Dash said flatly before scrunching up her face as Fleetfoot pressed a hoof to her nose.

“Hoooooorrrrrrssssshhhhhhhhhit, it is now,” she slurred as her hoof slid off Dash’s nose. “What’s going on with them?”

“Long story,” Dash tried to deflect. Fleetfoot shifted slightly to look at Star again, then glanced back at Dash.

“Gimme the shhhhort version and I’ll be happy,” Fleetfoot offered.

“Fleet, no.”

“Fleet, YES! Tell me or I’m going in there for some hibbity jibbity on the hippity hoppity! You gotta convince me!” She suddenly lunged from the couch and started stumbling towards the door. Dash quickly got up and leapt at her, grabbing her by the tail and yanking her back.

“Leave them alone!” Dash demanded, losing her patience.

“Weh…”

“Okay, LOOK…” Dash stepped around and stood in front of her, glaring. “While we were trying to save Soarin, my squad was attacked by Ruin, and he targeted Squall. He did something weird and was able to pull a lot of private things out of Squall’s head, announcing them to all of us. He focused on how much he really cares about Little Star. But Squall is very tight lipped about his personal feelings, and since the encounter he has been very distant and difficult, even pushing away Star. She’s been a wreck, and just wants him to know that what she heard made her very happy and that she cares too, and that knowing how he feels is…” Dash trailed off, her eyes opening wide as she realized…

Didn’t she just hear this?

Fleetfoot was staring blankly at her… and suddenly her eyes narrowed considerably.

“What?” she blinked. “Excuse me? For REAL?”

Dash gritted her teeth and tried to pull her back to the couch.

“Just sit down, leave them be,” she tried to push the subject, but Fleetfoot started batting her hooves against Dash’s arm.

“Oh no. No. No, no!” Fleetfoot started hitting Dash harder. “No no no no no no NO!”

“Ow! Ow!” Dash let go of her. Fleetfoot stumbled a bit, but stood upright and pouted at her.

“Absolutely not!” she pointed at Dash, but was a little off center. “This is not happening on my watch!” she exclaimed as she grabbed the wine bottle and gulped down what was left in it.

“Fleet… SIT. DOWN!” Dash demanded.

“HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH…” Fleetfoot gasped for air after finishing the wine, peeking into the bottle. “That’s all that was left? Meh… it’ll do.” She tossed the bottle onto the couch and clapped her hooves together. “OKAY!” she turned and reached for Star, patting her on the head vigorously.

“Mrf, anf, ah, wha…?” Star garbled as she woke up and blinked.

“Sit tight, tiny,” Fleetfoot said with a loud hiccup. “I’m gonna slap some shit… some slu… SENSE! Slap some sense into this jerk for you!”

“FLEET!” Dash reached for her, but Fleetfoot started flailing her arms and wings about, bopping Dash repeatedly and wildly to keep her away. As Dash backed off she nearly dabbed as she pointed the extended arm towards Dash. 

“Don’t try to stop me, Dashie! This moron needs a swift kick in the junk!” she yelled before scooping up Star from the chair.

“Hey!” Star squeaked as Fleetfoot tucked her into her armpit like a hoofball. Both Thunderlane and Matteo had reappeared, watching from across the room at the commotion.

“And she’s coming with!” she exclaimed despite just telling Star to sit tight.

“Fleet, I’m serious! Just…” Dash suddenly trailed off as Fleetfoot trudged towards the bedroom to confront Squall… with Little Star in tow. Star’s eyes were half closed, looking as if she had no idea what was happening and barely able to focus.

But Dash shut her mouth, and let Fleet go.

Matteo and Thunderlane watched Fleet move, Matteo perking up and quickly glancing at Dash. Dash caught his eyes, lifted her brow, and subtly tipped her head towards the door as Fleetfoot forced it open and marched right in.

All three of them clambered towards the door, peeking in to see what would happen.

“HEY YOU!” Fleetfoot yelled as she stamped into the room, standing on her back legs and pointing towards Squall. Squall had frozen at the other side of the room, his eyes stuck open wide and his expression blank behind the last bed. Fleetfoot held Star up in the air. “CATCH!”

“BWUH?! AHHHHHH!!!!!” Star yelled out as Fleetfoot chucked her at Squall. She careened through the air uncontrollably, passing over the first bed, then the second bed, and…

Squall leapt out over the third bed and caught her, the two of them landing softly on the mattress. Squall blinked, slowly rolling over and looking at Star in his arms. Star slowly opened her eyes and they quickly fixated on Squall.

“HA! Gotcha bitch!” Fleetfoot hollered from across the room before she started stumbling towards them both. “If ya didn’t give a shit ‘bout her ya wouldn’t have done that now, would’ya’d’ve?! Whoop!” Fleetfoot lost her hooves and fell onto the second bed.

Squall flinched and quickly let go of Star, dropping her onto the mattress. He averted his eyes from her, fixing a glare on Fleetfoot instead.

“What the hell is your problem?!” he yelled at her. Fleetfoot stared at him from her back, her expression flattening into a forced serious stare. She rolled off the bed and moved toward Squall VERY quickly.

“Hrm hmm hrrrr hm HRM HRGH HROO HRAAA HRMMMMMMMMMMMMM?!” Fleetfoot hummed all sorts of odd noises as she approached and forced Squall all the way to the back wall.

“What the—QUIT IT!” Squall demanded as Fleetfoot got right into his face with one eye and pressed her chest against his shoulder.

“Alright… alright… alright…” Fleetfoot pressed a hoof into his shoulder. “FIIIIIIIIIIIIIRST of all… yer a helluva looker, that scar is turning me on. SECOND… of all… I don’t wanna hear any of yer lip.” She hooked an arm around his neck and yanked him towards the bed, slamming his chin down into the soft mattress with a loud grunt. “LOOK AT THIS MARE RIGHT…” Fleetfoot paused and blinked as she noticed her hoof was pointing at nothing. She looked around until she found Star propping herself up woozily to their right. Fleetfoot yanked Squall’s head around, dragging his chin over the mattress until they were facing Star. “LOOK AT THIS MARE RIGHT HERE!” she repeated.

Then she said nothing as the two of them stared at Star, who looked like she was having trouble staying awake despite just being tossed through the air. 

And she continued to stay quiet.

“Grrr…” Squall started growling.

“Yeah, life sure sucks, doesn’t it?” Fleetfoot asked as she kept him pinned to the bed. “Get a good eyeful?”

“Let go of me!” Squall demanded while trying to wiggle free, but Fleetfoot pulled herself up on top of him and wrestled him down.

“YOU AIN’T LISTENING TO ME, ARE YA?!” she chortled as she pulled his head back by the mane, stuck a pillow under it and started roughly pushing his head in and out of the pillow. “Bad! Bad! Shame! SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME!”

“Omf, blah! Omf, BLAH!” Squall gasped as he kept getting a mouthful of pillow.

“Let’s try this again!” Fleetfoot exclaimed as she tossed the pillow aside and put Squall in a headlock, forcing him to look at Star. “LOOK. AT. HER.”

“The hell is even happening?” Star asked groggily, swaying slightly as one of her eyes remained half-closed in a drunken stupor. 

“I’m looking! I’m looking!” Squall yelled out as he tried to lurch out of the uncomfortable neck hold. “Now get off!”

“Not until… until… uh…” Fleetfoot looked off towards the wall. “WhatWasIDoingInHereAgain…? Something about a… AH! Right!” she tightened her grip on Squall. “I ain’t lettin’ ya off the hook… until you understand what’s right in front of ya! Get me?”

“NO!” Squall barked.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page! Now…” Fleetfoot suddenly let go of him, his nose diving right into the mattress. Fleetfoot got up and scooted off the bed, but froze when she touched her hooves to the floor. “Wait… that sounded like a ‘no.’”

Squall pulled himself off the bed and started galloping towards the door, but Fleetfoot tossed herself sideways, ramming him so hard he slammed into the wall and fell to the floor. 

“Whoooaaaa, WOOOOOOO!!!!” Fleetfoot wobbled and fell on top of him. “Score! What do I win?!”

“Should we stop this…?” Matteo whispered to Dash by the door. Dash kept her eyes glued to Fleetfoot as she somehow picked up squall and was stumbling backwards with him towards the bed again.

“Nah,” Dash snickered as Fleetfoot suplexed him back onto the bed, causing Star to bounce up into the air and land with a half-assed squeak on her back.

“You ain’t going nowhere, bucko!” Fleetfoot yelled triumphantly as she leapt over him and put him in a headlock again.

“What the hell do you even want?!” Squall shouted angrily. Fleetfoot’s face went blank for a moment.

“Hmmm… I’d like a big hunky Stallion to come get me right now, sweep me off my hooves and spend the night slowly pressing me deeper into a bed mattress…” she answered literally while twirling a hoof in Squall’s mane and twiddling her back hooves. “OH! And some post whoopdeedoo snacks! Maybe a massage… and how to find him the next time I want to do the horizontal fandango.”

“I MEAN RIGHT NOW!” Squall angrily clarified. “Why the hell are you bothering me!?”

“Uhhhhh…” Fleetfoot blinked and glanced about the room.

“Hey… could you…” Little Star’s voice suddenly came from near them. They both looked over at her as she sat up and barely managed to remain that way while weakly slicking a hoof at Fleetfoot. “Just… like… leave him alone?”

Fleetfoot just stared, but Squall’s eyes widened and he stopped struggling. Fleetfoot quickly noticed.

“Just… stop, for real…” Star said with a tiny hiccup. “Let him go.”

“There!” Fleetfoot let go of Squall and pointed at Star. “That’s why I came in here! Because of her… and you… and… her… and… FuckMeSideways something about you being a douchebag because…” Fleetfoot twitched. “Oh right…” Her eyes suddenly flattened into a grumpy glare. “YOU… don’t seem to get it.”

Squall didn’t take his eyes off Star as she tried to crawl forward, but only fell flat on her stomach with a tiny ‘merf’ as she hit the soft mattress. But then he was roughly pulled away as Fleetfoot grabbed him by the chin and forced Squall to look at her. 

“Now that I actually ‘member what has my tail twistin’ up my ass, lemme drill something as hard as I can into that thick sexy head of yours,” she said as she stepped up onto the bed and stuck her face into his. “The deets didn’t make all that much sense to me, something about one of the Shadowbolts sticking his tongue in yer ear or something, but what came out of it… was that this lil’ lady right here…” she turned his head to face Star. “Is something real special to you… and she heard every word of it. Now that’s adorable, I think my fur is getting fluffier right now thinking about it… but then what did you go and start doin’?” She forced him to look at her again. “You’re avoiding her? You’re pushing her away?!” She sharply pointed at Star. “You made her so happy with all that and now yer trying to act like it never happened? What the hell is WRONG with you?”

She let go of Squall, but kept her face in his.

“Don’t you DARE… do that to her… and for Celestia’s sake don’t do it to yerself either!” She continued. “You have no idea how lucky you are…” Her face started to twitch lightly. “To have another you care so much about… who cares about you so much too,” she gritted her teeth. “Some would kill for just a glimpse of what that’s like…” She pounded a hoof against her chest. “ME… in particular!” she jammed a hoof into his chest and pushed. “So don’t go acting like nothing happened… don’t let something so special slip through yer hooves. You’d be a jerk, and moron to let it go… so DON’T.”

Squall’s eyes shifted to Fleetfoot, then back to Star.

“Ya get me now?” Fleetfoot said with a huff as she reached over and picked up Star. “She means a lot to you… and you mean a lot to her. Take it from somepony that wishes she could have something like that… Pull yer head out of your ass. Stop letting some old habits get in the way of something great. Pushing her away will hurt you even more than it hurts her. So EMBRACE IT. And don’t EVER let go.”

“Hwuh…?” Star groggily exhaled as she was moved. Fleetfoot gently placed her down against Squall’s shoulder. “Meeeeeh…” Star instantly slumped against Squall, draping an arm of his and smushing her cheek into his side as she appeared to fall asleep on the spot.

And Squall let her, his eyes stuck open wide as he looked down at the mattress, occasionally stealing quick glances at Star.

“Job well done, Fleet,” Fleetfoot said to herself with a nod as she wiped her hooves together, but then started tipping off the bed. “Whoa, whoa, WHOA!” her arms swung backwards and she tumbled off the bed and landed with a thump on the floor. “NAILED IT!” she yelled as she lay on her back and pointed towards the ceiling. “Eeeeeyaioooooh… I need another drink…”

“No you don’t,” Dash spoke quietly as she made her way in and stared down over Fleetfoot. She quickly looked at Squall and Star resting together on the bed. “Let’s let these two be alone,” she suggested as she grabbed Fleetfoot and hoisted her up.

“Ooo… where we goin?” Fleetfoot giggled as she slumped against Dash. 

“To the living room,” Dash said simply.

“Ish there a bar there?” Fleetfoot asked. Dash paused for a moment and nodded.

“Yes.”

“Sign me up heeha!” Fleetfoot squealed as Dash pulled her towards the door. “Oh, hey Soarin!” She suddenly cooed as she reached out and grabbed the giant Soarin plushie that she somehow failed to see up until this point off of Dash’s bed. “When did you get here?!” She asked as she pressed her face to the plushie’s face.

“Fleet! Let that go, it’s…” Dash trailed off as she looked towards Squall and Star again. “Oh, fine, come on.”

With a little extra effort and with the Soarin plushie in tow with her, Dash managed to get Fleetfoot out of the bedroom and close the door behind her.

“Well then,” Thunderlane chuckled as Fleetfoot fell off Dash and clasped the Soarin plushie with all four limbs, giggling delightfully. “Who’d have thought that would do the trick?”

“Color me impressed,” Matteo nodded while raising his brow.

“Color me INNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!” Twister appeared next to Thunderlane, completely white while holding a box of crayons towards him.

“Did you know this would happen?” Matteo asked Dash as Fleetfoot began rolling around on the floor with the Soarin plushie. Dash shrugged.

“No, honestly… I let her go because she had just finished telling me how much she wished she had… well… exactly what the two of them have, or would have if Squall quit being a doofus. So my gut told me to let her go. She had an interesting way of going about it, but… it looks like it worked.”

“Mmmmmmmm hmmmheeheeeeee…” Fleetfoot drunkenly giggled as she started humping the Soarin plushie. “Ooooh Soarin, treat me like my mane is a rainbow…”

“OKAY…” Dash grunted as she tried to grab the plushie away from Fleetfoot. “That’s enough of that.”

“Noooo… NOOOOOOOO…” she wailed as she clung to it. “Let me have this Spitty!”

“Um…” Dash lifted an eyebrow. “Fleet, Spitfire isn’t here.” 

“Bwuh?” Fleetfoot blinked. “Oh hi, Dashie! Wanna join us?”

“Fleet, that’s not actually Soarin,” Dash huffed. “And I’d appreciate it if you stopped.”

“Not with that attitude it is! Er… is not… is? Maybe? I dunno… Hey wait a second, is this a plushie?” she asked while lifting up the Soarin plushie by the back legs and looking carefully between them.

Dash sighed and rubbed a hoof to her face as Thunderlane chuckled and Matteo looked on silently.

“So…” Matteo spoke up while looking towards the bedroom door. “If we are giving them space… where are we sleeping tonight?” 

“These rooms have like, seven comfy couches each, I think you can figure it out,” Dash suggested.

“Three,” Matteo corrected her.

“Okay Three, Mr. Literal,” Dash rolled her eyes. “And I think…”

“Oh hey! These couches have beds in them?! THAT’S AMAZING!” Fleetfoot yelled out, all of them looking toward her to see her throwing the cushions off one of the couches and failing to pull the fold out bed out of it.

“Guess that solves that problem!” Thunderlane chuckled as he went toward another couch and pulled off the cushion, only to have a blast of confetti smack him in the face, followed by a miniature Twister leaping out and clamping to Thunderlane’s face. “AH! GET HIM OFF! GET HIM OFF ME!!!!” Thunderlane yelled as he stumbled back and fell over.

“And there are five of us,” Matteo pointed out. 

“Oh.” Dash blinked. “Right…”

“GRAH!” Thunderlane yelled as he ripped the tiny Twister off his face and chucked him across the room. Dash watched as Twister hit the wall and slid down into a trash can.

“Twister can sleep in there,” she pointed as she turned back to the others. 

“HHHNNNNNGGGGGG—WHEE!” Fleetfoot squealed as she finally managed to get the bed out, stumbling backwards and running into Dash as the bed unfolded and slammed to the floor. “I diiiiiiid it!” she cheered, extending all four hooves up into the air as she lay on her back.

“Uhhhh…” Dash gritted her teeth and sighed. “You two go ahead and use the other beds, I’ll… figure out what to do with her.”

“What, you gonna sleep with her?” Thunderlane joked, having regained himself post Twister face humper. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Dash snorted and rolled her eyes. “I might have to share with her, but she’ll be out cold soon…” Dash blinked as she watched Fleetfoot crawl onto the bed and throw her arms into the air.

“Look ma! I’m on top of the world!” she yelled as she tipped over onto her side in a giggling mess.

“Hopefully…” Dash sighed. “Either way it’s that or she sleeps with one of you two and we don’t need her helping herself in her sleep, if you get what I mean.”

“Agreed,” Matteo nodded without hesitation.

“Yeeeeah… probably a good idea…” Thunderlane rubbed one of his back hooves against the opposite leg.

“Shows over, go, go… I’ll handle her,” Dash shooed them away, even though they were both only moving a little ways away to the other fold out couches. With the two getting situated and Twister playing very quiet classical music from the trashcan which was now labeled with a post-it note that read ‘your waifu’, she turned her attention to the extremely drunk Fleetfoot on the bed. “Okay you…” Dash took a stern tone as she reached for her.

“Izzat Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaashie?” Fleetfoot cooed as she reached out and grabbed Dash’s arms. “I hear a Dashie!”

“Yes, you do—WHOA!” Dash yelped as Fleetfoot yanked her down and clamped to her. Pressing her whole body against Dash.

“HUG!” she giggled as she squeezed Dash. “HUG MEEEEEEEEE!!!”

“Ow… Fleet… Stop…” Dahs pushed her off, but as Fleetfoot rolled over she kept grabbing at the air as if Dash was still there. Her expression shifted hilariously fast, going from a big smile to sad in seconds. She sniffled as she kept grabbing at nothing and eventually started wailing. 

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…” she cried as she let her arms fall. “Why do I always end up aloooooooooooooooone…”

Dash blinked as she watched Fleetfoot sniffle and hiccup, sighing as she shifted over and tapped Fleetfoot on the shoulder.

“I’m still here Fleet,” Dash assured her, flinching as Fleetfoot instantly rolled onto her side and clutched Dash’s arm. 

“Don’t go! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease!” she wailed quietly. “I… I’m lonely…”

“I’m not going anywhere, Fleet… just go to sleep, you’re very drunk,” Dash patted her on the head.

“Hey, hey… hey… hey… hey………….hey…” Fleetfoot started tugging on Dash’s arm.

“What?”

“They… still in there?” she asked. 

“They…?” Dash blinked and looked over her shoulder at the bedroom door.

“The tiny mare and scarface… they still…?” she trailed off, gripping Dash’s arm with all the strength she could muster. “Please tell me they are.”

“Yeah,” Dash lifted her brow, now feeling a little bad. “They are.”

“They… ah… good,” Fleetfoot curled up around Dash’s arm. “Good cause… I… I wish I… had something like them…” she mumbled into Dash’s arm, circling back around to what she was saying before she let herself into Squall and Star’s business. “I’m so jealous…”

Dash remained quiet and just kept gently stroking a hoof on Fleetfoot’s mane, hoping she’d fall asleep soon. At this point she just wanted Fleetfoot to conk out. She probably wasn’t going to remember any of this, but it was still hard to see her go through such hard emotional swings.

Then Fleetfoot suddenly sat up, letting go of Dash’s arm. She blinked and shook her head out, whipping loose tears off her face. She looked around and stared at Dash.

“What are we talking about again?” she asked. Dash snorted and applied a hoof to her own face. 

“Okay, Fleet… sleep. Now. You need to sleep.”

“NO! I’m drunk!” she protested, then tipped her head back and forth. “Are you single by the way?”

“Fleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet…” Dash groaned as she felt like she was just punted back to square one.

“Hey, hey, no! We can’t sleep! The night’s still young!” she yelled while pointing at a clock that read 1:00am. “You’re real hot by the way, wanna join me for some tongue spelunking?!” she yelled very loudly. 

Dash stared blankly, looking over her shoulder to see Thunderlane muffling laughter in a pillow.

“Or wait… wait, wait, WAIT!!!!” Fleetfoot grabbed the clock off the table next to the couch and pressed her face into it. “All the bars in Canterlot are still open!” she yelled while leaning into Dash and nearly knocking her over, her nose jamming right into Dash’s cheek. “Mlem.” she licked Dash’s face. Quickly grabbed her and put her at arm’s length.

“Canterlot…? Wow, you are really gone now…” Dash groaned as Fleetfoot kept making licking flicks with her tongue.

“C’mon! Let’s get everypony and—”

Dash’s eyes widened as Fleetfoot suddenly froze, her eyelids unevenly skewed for a moment before she fell towards the bed, landed chin first on a pillow, and started snoring quietly.

“FINALLY.” Matteo grumbled from elsewhere in the room.

Dash breathed a heavy sigh of relief. It was finally over. Talk about an adventure… and she felt bad that not just her, but others in the room had unwittingly heard a lot of very personal things from Fleetfoot, but there was no way she’d remember most of what happened considering how drunk she was, so she just had to make sure the others kept their mouths shut and it would all be fine.

She carefully nudged Fleetfoot, moving her to one side of the bed mattress and covering her with the sheet before she pulled some pillows over to the other side to sleep herself, slowly lying down.

“Merp.”

Dash froze as she was suddenly grabbed around the waist. She looked behind her to see Fleetfoot, still sleeping, but holding onto her tight.

“Mrfglrfg…” Fleetfoot mumbled as she pushed her cheek into Dash’s back.

“For the love of… I give up,” Dash groaned, giving in to the fact that she’d have to sleep with a passed out drunk clinging to her.

---To Be Continued---