After everypony had dispersed from Sugar Cube Corner, Rainbow Dash decided to take Rainbow Blitz to her cloud castle. Though Rainbow Dash flew circles around Blitz’s head, as he trotted on, it didn’t seem to bother Blitz one bit. “So, I suspect you to be the fastest flier around Ponyville,” he called up to her.
“Yep! The fastest, how’d you guess?” she asked, a ting of curiosity in the last syllable. She flew down next to him and started trotting at his side, their rainbow tails swaying in unison.
“Well, I am the fastest where I came from, even faster than Glida.”
Dash eyed him, “Well, duh. You can definitely be faster than a Griffin, especially Guilda.”
Blitz eyed her, “Excuse me?” he paused to see if there was any sarcasm ahoof, but didn’t find any.
Innocently, and with a ting of pompous flare, “Yeah, any Pegasus can be faster than a Griffin, especially the likes of us.” For a second, she forgot that she was speaking with a stallion and blushed as she knocked flanks with him, playfully; she shied away from his acknowledging smile by looking down at her hooves.
Blitz, able to see her rosy ear-tips, softly bumped her flank back. He thought a proper tone would settle her, so he continued his speech in his, flawless, British accent. “Well, I can deduce that the likes of us are faster than many here, me especially against Guild, but,”--he turned to her, catching a glimpse from the flustered mare--”I was hoping you’d acknowledge ‘Glida’ as a member of the Wonderbolts.” Blitz took his gaze off the cute mare to guide their track around the center square and off to the castle home, then slowly draped his left wing over her back.
Dash blushed as she felt the warmth of the stallion's feathers, unusual warmth at that, then came the sudden gust of cold wind that Blitz was anticipating. It whistled through the trees and tousled the rainbow manes, but Dash barely felt it. “Maybe it’s the warmth of this stallion,” she thought as she noticed she only felt her ears to be cold.
Blitz looked to her, a smile gracing his lips, “Feel that? Seems someone needs to get that wind under control.”
“Right, but first,”--she paused, thinking of how to really see Blitz’s speed--”let’s kick up some wind of our own, huh?” She extended her wings, pushing Blitz back. Dash took a ready stance and braced herself for a race.
Blitz, gulping in terror, then kept walking on, “I d-don’t do races.” He looked back at her puzzled look.
Dash quickly throttled to block his path, “What do you mean you ‘don’t do race?’”
“I’m kinda…...afraid of flying…” he shuffled his hooves, on the dirt path, as he avoided the mare’s agitated glare.
“You….WHAT!” She looks to him, gritting her teeth.
“I kinda am….but I would take off if I have a catalytic event upon me,” he offered her a weak smile.
Dash was infuriated, "Why are you a Pegasus, then?
Slowly, Blitz chuckled out of embarrassment, "Well, funny thing. My Professor kinda 'did away' with my--"
Dash, angrily, turned away from him and stomped her hoof as she whipped her tail in Blitz's face. "There's definitely no excuse for a Pegasus to be afraid of heights."
Blitz gulped, “Fine, be it so, but I won’t race you...at least not until I get my bearings of this world.”
Dash, realizing the terror in his voice, started to feel ashamed of her actions. She turned to him and gestured towards her home, which was in view now, “Fine, we can walk there, but you’ll have to fly up to get to the door.” She sighed, in both defeat and relief, when she felt his wing over her again.
“Very well and sorry for being such a disappointment, I have my reasons.”
“Sure you do,” she sighed, inching a little closer to him as they entered the shadow of her home.
“Lovely place, mine’s a bit more darker, though.” Blitz looked up at the cloud as he folded his wings.
She looked at him, “Darker? Like how?”
“Oh, a little less ‘colourful’ rainbows and gray-er clouds.” He looked to her, and since they were standing so close, their noses touched. Both pinned back ears and blushed as they gazed at one another.
A spark jumped from Blitz’s nose to Dash’s and she jumped, “Ouch! What the heck was that?” She hovered in front of him, eyeing him.
Blitz scrunched his nose and look to her, his tone growing grim and resorting to his normal accent, “Honestly….the reason I hate flying.”
She looked at him, puzzled, then shook her head, “Fine, I’ll wait for you top-side.” She smirked at him and zipped up to the cloud, landing, gracefully, on it. She then popped her head over the side, “Come on, I want to show you something,” she called to him, keeping an eye on him in both a flirting and a curious manner.
“Alright, I’ll do it…” he called back up, stretching his wings to full length. Since he couldn’t get a running start, he’d have to propel vertically, so he readied himself for the take off. Sparks snapped from his hooves and his wings as he lowered himself to the ground. Then, with a flash of speed, he took off, leaving a dark trail of rainbow in his wake and he landed behind Dash, before she had time to turn around.
She honestly only saw the dark rainbow trail and the ring of scorch marks, around his take-off spot, and didn’t notice him land, behind her.
He nuzzled her wing, “We going to go inside?” he asked, jumping back as Dash jumped in fright at the unexpected touch of his nose.
She hovered in front of him, once more, putting her nose to his in an interrogating way, “How’d you--How the--?” She fumbled for the words and planted her hooves on the cloud, not retracting her nose from his as she grew silent.
Blitz, a little flushed as well, smiled as he looked at her. “I believe this is a bad time to say this...but….um….your really cute when your mad.”
A smile made its way across Dash’s lips, her rosy cheeks turning redder. She realized her attitude towards the colt was both disbelief and admiration for his speed and his good character, so she quickly turned and raced inside the house, beckoning him to follow.
Blitz did, and soon enough, they were having a quaint pot of tea and discussing their pasts...at least, as much a Blitz wanted to state.
Time had passed and the sun started to set, the tea was gone, and both ponies were mesmerized with each other, then there was a knock at the door. “Don’t move a hoof, I got it,” said Blitz, quickly moving to the door.
Dash turned to look as Blitz opened the door to Derpy.
Derpy rolled her eyes, realizing this was another “clone”, “Really? Another one? Ugh, Doctor!" She shook her head and walked in, past Blitz.
He gracefully put a hoof on her shoulder, making her turn to him, "Did you just say my name?"
"What? No, I was talking about 'my' doctor."
"Oh, my apologies, Miss..." he bowed to her.
She rolled her eyes, "Derpy. it's Derpy Hooves, alright?" She became flustered by the gesture, from Blitz, then she walked into the kitchen.
"Derpy Hooves, like Dopey? Like Professor Hooves?" He thought.
"Hey, Derpy, what's up?" Dash regained her usual spunk and reclined in her chair.
"Nothing really, brought you some muffins."--she turned to look at Blitz, then whispered to Dash.--"Is he alright?--Is he yours?"
"Yeah, he's alright, just went through some 'wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey' stuff." She then looked up as Derpy was putting out the muffins, "And yes, he's mine," a ting of excitement in her voice.
"Wait, did you say 'wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey stuff?'" She thought about it, then it hit her that Dash had answered her last question and giddily gave her a hoof bump.
Dash quickly joined in the silent giddiness and then soon regained her composer.
Derpy smiled, "Alright, I'll be off." She playfully saluted Dash and walked out of the kitchen, eyed Blitz as he held the door open for her, then walked out.
Blitz waited for Derpy to fluttered off, then he closed the door and returned to the kitchen where Dash was waiting for him at the table. "So, you hungry?"
Dash looked to her stomach and then to him. Then, slowly, "Yes?" She smiled as Blitz turned to the kitchen counter and started gathering some stuff to make some sandwiches.
"So, your world is kind of something."
Dash looked at Blitz, mesmerized by him. She said, dreamily, "Yeah...you are too."--She realized what she said--"I mean,'yeah, your...right,'" She smiled, giddily to herself.
Blitz smirk as he heard her, then quickly made two sandwiches upon two plates, without touching them, but Dash never saw. He turned around and put hers in front of her and then came to sit down, next to her, with his.
"Wow, just the way I like it," she gasped, realizing he was just like her. Guess that's what proved to her that her attraction to him was definite, because before either knew it, she planted a kiss on his lips.
After that kiss, Dash made out a spare room for him, down the hall from hers, just to be safe; then, Blitz's fear of flying soon faded as he zipped across the sky, at her side, trying to get that wind in check.