//------------------------------// // Leather and gold // Story: Somewhere In Bucklyn // by StoneWare13 //------------------------------// Somewhere In Bucklyn Leather and gold ------------------------------------------ It's cold, too cold. wind sent rushes of freezing air across the station platform. A few ponies huddled in herds to share warmth. It was winter in manehatten and frost had taken over. Many ponies would stay at home and cuddle with their loved ones. But not Soarin. Soarin was a perfect frosty blue stallion, he stood lonely and bored on the large train station platform. His eyes where fasantated by his hooves that pawed at the slippy ice covered earth, with every breath the Pegasus stallion took his body begun to relax to the tempture. His mind was wandering with only throats of his new life to come... At the age of 16. Soarin begin his training at the one and only wonderbolt academy for gifted Pegasus, he had been trained by captain Fire Hazzard. Soarin had only turned 19 about a month ago when he was invited to join the touring team but their was only one small detail... he had to wait for a pony to leave. That was the reson he was sat there on that cold winter morning, waiting for the train to Bucklyn. he had half expected to wait a couple of years but that wasn't the case when his captain, the one pony that truly believed in his ability, presented sorain with his winged badge. Captain Fire Hazzard was retiring and soarin was taking his place... ------------------------------------------ Yet another train had arrived, leaving more ponies to their own business. he begun to worry due to the absence of his train. thankfully the stations clock only read 8:23, only 7 miniuts till he would be in the warmth of the train. even the simple wool scarf that his mother had given him didn't protect him from the freezing air. Maybe he must have been early getting to the station, most likely his excitement getting the best of him but that had changed now that the air chilled him to the bone. he watched each stallion and mare, his mind trying to work out their jobs and life style, a purple earth pony mare went by, she must have been going to a florets because of her tulip cutie mark. a Gray unicorn stallion off to work in a office that would explain his suit and tie. A golden orange Pegasus mare... his eye stopped on her. Her lemon yellow fur looked like fire, her mane was a little shorter than shoulder length as it flowed naturally, it's orange and gold coloured highlights glowed almost as bright as her perfect smile she worn. a deep brown leather jacket with cream lining (similar to a piece of clothing pilots in old love movies wore) was protecting her from the cold wind. she walked past, Sorain continued to stair with true amazement. sorain was hypnotised as his heart fluttered, the strange feeling was new for the lonely Pegasus. She stood sliently next to him allowing a large oak brown suitcase do stand proud between her front legs. he could hear ecos of hip-hop music that came from the small pale blue head phones, he mentally smiled at the mares love for a Uncomment music choice and she seemed To be enjoying herself, nodding her head in time with the pounding beat, his heart fluttered even more. He tryed so hard to not stair at the golden mare that shone so bright beside him, only looking at her from the corner of his eye. He failed to notice her growing smile as she had noticed his sly glances. "See something you like rookie?" She asked is a raspy but still feminine voice. "Wa?" Was all the embarrass stallion to say. Firstly why did she talk to him...him of all ponies. And secondly what's with the 'rookie' part? "You heard me!" She smirked pulling him away from his questions. Soarin just looked at her, her voice was perfect and honestly a little sexy, her eyes still faced forward but a huge smile was plastered across her face. "Sorry" his ears flatted agains his head, shameful of his actions, he shuffled his hooves trying to remove himself from the awkward moment. "Don't be, so where are ya headed?" She asked like she had known him for years, like they where best friends. "I... well Bucklyn" soarin slammed out, still in a state of shock that such a good looking filly was talking to him. now he thorght about it, she looked about his age, maybe a bit older, but only by a few years. "Nice, so we will be on the same train then!" She answered is a confident tone, for such a petite Pegasus she sure was proud and strong-willed. All he could do was nod in agreement, why was he acting like a filly in front of her? "So what you going to be doing in Bucklyn?" She asked without regret, hoping to get more details from the still shacking stallion. "new job...starts next week. I just wanted to get settled in," Soarin stumbled over his words, struggling to form full sentences. But somewhere in his panicking mind was curiosity. why would she asked a young stallion what he was going to do in a new town? "Nice..." The silence retuned, both mare and stallion looked over the train station trying to find something to say, anything that would Brack the awkward conversation. "You want to sit next to me on the train?... it gets kinda lonely... you know." what... was...he...thinking... he mentally face hoofed, knowing his stupid question was the perfect way to drive a mare, even a mare like her, away. "I would... but kinda meeting some other ponies on the train, for a meeting, but I don't mind meeting you back up after the train ride? "Ow.. Ok!" What did he expect. it was his own stupid fault, he had successfully driven a perfect and strong mare away. his face was now the perfect example of shame and regret. She interrupted his thinking, "Well we better go aboard!" He hadn't noticed the train pull into the station on perfect time, he give the golden mare a smile as he grapes his large blue suitcase and trotted behind her. Once aboard, she turned left heading down the carriage, the only one with small privet rooms, soarin looked down after her as she opens a single door and was greeted by a few voices, mostly mares, she left his view as she troted in and swiftly closed the slid door behind. Snapping from his gaze, he turned right to take a seat next to a large window, the carriage was quiet and alowed the now warm stallion to relax into a quick sleep... ------------------------------------------ "Hello soarin! Spock the mare as she laid her head unto his chest, her flawless fur soothing up agains his. a paralizing shock rocked up his body and along his wings, as she laid a simple kiss upon his cheek. "H-hi!" stutted Soarin, feeling the warmth of her breath against his lips, his mind was telling him to kiss her and never let go, to feel her soft plump lips pressing against his. "How are you doing?" she whispered, nuzzling his neck to get closer to the now sweating stallion "Aww your so cute then your nervous"she giggled not wanting a reply from him, she leaned closer to nibbled his ear before speaking again "Can I tell you a secret?" He couldn't form any words so improvised by nodding her head, she leaned closer and closer each one of her smooth breaths sent shocks of pure bliss down his back... "Your train will be arriving in Bucklyn shorty, thank you!" ------------------------------------------ announced one of the train staff over the intercom. Soarin jumped at the loud voice, all the lustful thought exited his head like his mind was in fire... Fire, just like her colour, her perfect fur and... "NO!" he yelled, luckily not noticed by any of the other passengers. He couldn't deny the honest feeling anymore. He had fallen for her. He must see her again... Thinking, he finally relized how long he had been dreaming about that mare, sleeping for the hole journey... all two hours of it. That must had been a record. With silent laughter, he begin to gather his suitcase and tossed it into his back befor waiting for the train to stop completely. Hopping of the now dormant train, his eyes looked over the sea of ponies that rushed to exit and enter the train. looking only for one mare, the one mare he was starting to admire. there was no sign of her. their was no sign of her slik orange mane or golden orbs, that looked more like two suns than eyes. Soarin remained on the Bucklyn station platform until only 2 ponies remained. a realisation came as he left the platform and headed on to the streets. She had gone, She had left him, She was somewhere is Bucklyn,