Out of the Blue
Chapter 1
Rainbow Dash grumbled and turned over in her rapidly fading slumber. She lazily opened her eyelids, which felt as if they had lead weights attached. She groaned, and glanced at the Wonderbolts calendar on the cumulus walls. It was a Monday.
Fantastic She thought to herself. Mondays are always great- not.
Rainbow tried without success to get up. After trying (and failing) many times, she stayed on her bed and just sat. That is, until her doorbell rang. She figured it was just Derpy the mailmare- no need to brush her hopelessly knotted mane. She was quite wrong though, for when she opened the door, who was standing there but Soarin. Soarin the Wonderbolt. In Ponyville. At her house. She couldnt believe it. She could have fainted, but that was something only Rarity would do. Instead, she hyperventilated silently. He either didn't notice or was too kind to act like he did. Rainbow was fine either way.
"Hey, Dash."
She sputtered and nodded her head frantically, trying not to look uncool.
"Um, hi?"
He smiled.
"So, it turns out I needed to be here in Ponyville for a while, but I don't really know anypony here well enough to be considered friends. That is, besides you. So anyways, I was wondering if I could hang with you for a while. I don't have to report to Town Hall till 3:00 this afternoon."
Rainbow Dash was shocked, and all of a sudden shrieked with a voice to rival Pinkie Pie's.
"YES!!!!"
She caught herself.
"I mean, um, yeah, sure, I'd be cool with that. You know, 'cause you're, um, cool and stuff!"
He looked at her a bit strangely but otherwise didn't react.
"So, you wanna show me around town, Dash?"
She nodded. Smoothly this time, with no shrieking. She was proud of herself. But under her breath, when she wasnt speaking to him, she constantly muttered ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh.
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"-and that's the infamous Sugarcube Corner! Best pastries in town!"
Soarin's eyes lit up.
"Pastries? Do they have... Pie?"
Rainbow Dash flew ahead, grabbing his tail and pulling him with her.
"Hell to the yes, dude. Best apple pies made from the best apples, from Ponyville's own Sweet Apple Acres."
His tail was yanked from her mouth, and soon he was nowhere to be seen. She found him in the bakery, scarfing a pie in his usual messy fashion. As soon as he was done, Rainbow dragged him away again.
"Come ON, Pie-Face, more to see!"
He rubbed the remaining pie crumbs off of his face. Then they both heard the clock bells, striking 3:00. He rushed off.
"OkthanksbyeDashiegottagoseeyooulater!"
She waved in his general direction, slightly disappointed that he had to leave.
Wait... What the fuck?
Rainbow Dash thought to herself. Did he just call me... Dashie?
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That night, the sunset was very beautiful. She was sitting on a rather large cloud, gazing at the red tinged sky as the stars of white emerged like little pinpricks. All of a sudden, another figure landed and lay down beside her. It was Soarin!
"Hey Dash, I didn't get much time to tell you earlier, but we really should do this again. Like, soon!"
She smiled giddily at the thought. She let a tiny giggle escape, but she kept her cool and asked her question. "Like, how soon?"
He smiled back at her- not quite so maniacally though.
"This sunset's not over yet."
And ever so gently, he pressed his back against her own. As the two pegasi sat on the cloud together, neither we're really aware that they were leaning into each other. By the time the last golden rays if the sun had sunk below the horizon, leaving the whole scene tinged dark purple, they were completely together. As the lovely sunset ended, Soarin and Dash became aware that, quite randomly, they were very close. Soarin wavered for a minute, his wing twitching like he wanted to move it but didn't know if it was a good idea. Gently, he extended his wing over her back. The next two minutes appeared to last forever. But then they had to part ways, each to go their own direction, and do their own things. Rainbow waved a hoof at him happily, keeping up a rather convincing fake smile as she flew away. As soon as he had left, a confused expression formed on her face. What just happened there? She thought. They were just sitting together and then... They had leaned into each other. And he had stretched his wing around her in a hug. But not like a friend-hug. Pegasus wings are sensitive. He had to have meant...
Her heart began to race as she contemplated the night. She was flying pretty fast, not bothering to look where she was going. As a result, she slammed right into a tree. She easily got to her hooves. She felt as if she could take on the world all by herself, which was one of the greatest feelings to have. But... The racing heart wasn't so great. And the confusing thoughts running around in her head. She reached her cloud home and went inside, her body exhausted but her mind wide awake. She plopped her flank down on the sofa, and curled up. She found herself thinking about Soarin. The blown-back style of his navy blue mane, the lively sparkle always present in his emerald eyes, the smooth pale blue fur of his coat. And how did she know that his coat was smooth? She had been pressed into it. That's why. This thought alone made her heart thump faster and a grin spread across her face.
And then, she caught herself.
What the buck is happening to me?! She thought. Since when am I the type of pony to swoon over cute stallions? I'm a daredevil. The day I have mushy, romantic thoughts is the day I turn in my daredevil license! And I certainly don't want that to happen.
She shuddered, gathered her self control and willpower, and tried to make the "mushy" feelings go away. They didn't. She tried several more times, all to no avail. Tired and frustrated, she retreated to her fluffy cloud bed. Before the tendrils of sleep settled into her brain like a hazy, misty fog, she thought to herself.
This is all Soarin's fault. For being so fucking handsome.