“Go Soarin!” I cheered as loudly as I could from my box seat. Despite my desire to be a non-groupie he had insisted that my flank belonged in the ‘friends and family box.’ It was a blessing, really. There was a barrier between me and everypony else. And so that is where my flank was… all alone. Ten seats in a box for one undersized mare. To make up for it I cheered twice as loud.
The crowd was going wild. This was the debut of a new act and it was playing really well. I couldn’t even imagine what it was like to fly like they did. There were fireworks, explosions, and rings of flames. It really got my pulse going. When I met Soarin back at the hotel I intended to get awfully hoofsy.
By the time the balance of the hour-and-a-half show was over I was ready to go but practicality won out over excitement. Crowds were not my thing and this special box kept me above and out of the massive one below. The security pony outside had told me if I waited half an hour more there wouldn’t be very many ponies left to navigate so I decided to wait them out.
Once the crowd was gone it took me another half hour to get back to our room and by that time I was ready to be home. Manehatten was too big for a little pony like me. Carefully I worked the earth pony lock and opened the door. My ears caught the sound of some muffled voices and some… motion.
“Hello?” I called before wandering into the dark room.
There was a light under the door leading to the bedroom. My purple magic curled around the door knob and pushed it open. Fleetfoot was laying on top of Soarin. They were on the floor in front of the bed.
She looked up and said, “Oops, she caught us.”
My heart sank and my knees went weak. Quickly I turned and galloped out of the hotel room. They certainly had made up! Tears clouded my vision and I didn’t make it far.
“Azurite wait!” Soarin called before catching me. He moved a lot faster than I did. “It wasn’t what it looked like!”
I looked up at him and tried to stop additional tears from trickling down my cheeks. “Then what was it?”
“It…” Soarin blinked. “Wait, you’re going to let me explain?”
“Yes. Of course! What do you think this is? Some sort of filly flick where I’m so unreasonable that I will give up on you before you could easily explain a situation and resolve the conflict?”
The stallion twiddled his hooves and seemed unsure as he replied, “Yes?”
“Are you going to explain or not?!” I shouted at him.
“Yes! Shhh. Come with me back into the room.” He took my hoof in his and I allowed myself to be led back. Once we were inside he shut the door.
Fleetfoot was sitting in the oversized chair with her forelegs crossed. She looked awfully smug. “Oh, yay, you caught her.”
Soarin pointed a hoof at her. “Tell her.”
The mare lifted her head.
“Tell her or so help me I’ll go get Spitfire right now. I don’t care who she bumps but we’re done with this high school crap. Tell her right now.”
Fleetfoot paused as if considering her options but finally sighed. “Fine. We weren’t doing anything but fighting. I followed him here to discuss our little problem. We disagreed on how to resolve it. When I heard you come in I jumped on him so you’d get the idea that we were resolving it…”
My bottom lip poked out a bit and I sputtered, “You’re… you…” Seriously, Azurite. You can do this. “Mean!”
The pegasus mare rolled her eyes. “Yes. I’m sorry that I think Soarin shouldn’t date a pony like you… but you win, you little unislut. It seems like if I don’t behave I get to fly with the B squad.” She got up and walked by us. With a huff she added, “Have fun with your little play toy.”
Soarin gave the other Wonderbolt a light shove out the door and then slammed it. “I am so sorry. I swear you will never have to worry about me being with her.”
Deep breath. If you come apart you’ll let the pegaskank win. She was hoping to ruin my evening.
Swallowing the tears I looked Soarin in the eye. “I am going to the bedroom and getting into bed. If a stallion comes in, freshly bathed… I won’t be asleep.” To punctuate my point I rubbed my side against his chest and swatted him teasingly with my tail.
It seemed I had gotten my message across. He stared in surprise and then pointed to the bathroom. “Shower. I’ll shower.”
Good boy! I trotted off to the bedroom with my head held up high. He went into the bathroom and I bumped right into the door. No pony saw that, Azurite. After a quick clean up of my face I hopped onto the bed as elegantly as I could and my horn ignited. “Okay… health class, health class… what is that spell?”
It took a few tries but eventually I remembered my prevention spell. It was just one perk of being a unicorn.
While the shower ran I went through a series of provocative poses. This one? No. How about this one? Maaaybe a little too obvious. Quickly I pushed the little landing strip I had made out of pencils away from my flank. The water shut off and the nerves hit. This was going to be it! Azurite plus one! Just me and a big heavy stallion.
Soarin arrived and looked at me curiously. In my contemplating I had not chosen any one of the sexy poses. Instead my body was sprawled in a delicate, cling-to-the-sheets-in-confusion motif.
He climbed onto the bed and asked, “Clean enough?”
After a ladylike scramble I nuzzled up against him and sniffed his coat. He smelled clean and very stallion-like. “I approve. Proceed.”
Military ponies are great at following orders. He looped his forehooves around me and gently laid me back. Then the kisses started. The ones I owed him were exhausted before he even reached my neck. The stallion trailed more down my chest, over my tummy and… Oh hi! My left hind leg shot straight up.
Soarin paused, wide eyed. “Are you okay?”
Reaching down I softly stroked his mane. “No stop told you to pony.”
He snorted and then went back to kissing. It went on like that for a while and it became obvious that he was teasing me. The stallion wanted me all riled up and he was getting his way.
Eventually he crawled back up and nuzzled my cheeks while putting his weight on me. It was his less than subtle way to let me know he was riled up, too. My forehooves looped behind his neck and I squeezed against him.
“Are you sure you want to do this Azurite?” His voice was warm and full of genuine concern.
Softly I nuzzled his cheek. “Uh-huh. You’re not taking advantage of me. I’m the one that is hoofsy.”
He huffed eagerly, “Good… because I don’t think I could ask again!” Teasingly he lifted up and patted my flank. “Roll over.”
Soarin didn’t need to tell me twice. I did so and he let me know that good things come to little mares who wait!
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“Wow…” Soarin said softly.
I was laying across his chest with my head buried in the crook of his neck. Lifting any part of my body on my own would have been impossible. “Yesh,” I mumbled.
“I mean seriously, bravo. You were really… energetic,” he went on.
Had I been any more energetic I might have died. Moving still wasn’t a priority. “Big packages come in small things.”
“Huh?” How was he not half dead?
“Big gifts small packages.”
“Big gifts come in small packages, you mean?” Soarin asked.
There it was. “Yesh.”
That earned me a chuckle which bounced my head a bit. “I think I like what you said first better. Well… do you want to get some food?”
Rolling my head on his chest was like no, right?
“Want to take a bath?”
More rolling.
“Would you like me to shut up, cuddle you, and let you fall asleep?”
“Very yesh.”
“Okay,” he said warmly before shifting me off him and onto my side. I nestled into his warm, waiting hooves, and was rewarded with magnificent cuddles. “Sweet dreams, Azurite. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Okay, bye.” I muttered before the lights went out.
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“You look awfully chipper this morning, Azurite,” Spitfire said to me as we sat out on the balcony having breakfast.
Earth ponies had to have their share of sky so they had built a restaurant on the top of a giant building… and you could eat outside… just inches from a railing that you could tumble over to your death.
Despite the ever-present threat of falling to my doom, the food was really amazing. Soarin, of course, had ordered for me.
“I am! I haven’t been on a vacation since I started with the guard. I’m sorry you all have had to work so hard while I lounge about.”
Spitfire waved a hoof. “Enjoy it. You make Soarin happy so that is good for me. I’ve never seen him drive so hard in my life.”
The orange juice I’d been drinking sprayed out all over Soarin and I gasped, “What?!”
The Captain of the Wonderbolts stared at us wide-eyed. “At the show… he was super motivated… from your cheering… I pray.”
Soarin cleaned himself off and nodded. “I won’t lie. Having a personal cheering section felt pretty special and… you know… having a pony that just likes me for me was pretty motivating. I plan to drive twice as hard today.”
I felt faint.
“That is the spirit!” Spitfire cheered. “Give it all you’ve got and don’t leave anything on the field. You owe it to the little mare to push it to the limit. You’ll be in the stands cheering again tonight, right?”
Azurite, she is looking at you. Wipe the blush off. Say something. “Yay!” I cheered loud enough for every pony on the balcony to stare at me.
“Exactly like that!” Spitfire replied.
Slowly I sunk into my seat and finished my breakfast. Soarin got up and went for seconds, leaving me alone with the Captain of the Wonderbolts. She grinned at me and whispered, “You’re just a little treat, aren’t you?”
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The Sunday Wonderbolts show was a matinee and didn’t have quite the same size crowd as the night before. That was perfectly fine with me. My voice gave out on me about halfway through since I was legitimately trying to cheer twice as hard.
Once the show was over I was ushered into the secret back areas of the stadium so I could watch all of the support ponies start packing up. It isn’t nearly as exciting as it sounds. To keep busy I helped levitate a few things here and there. Eventually Soarin came to claim me and we were back in the Wonderbolts’ special train cars heading for Canterlot.
I was sitting on the bed in Soarin’s private quarters watching him change out of his uniform. He was still pretty smelly and there wasn’t a shower. Evidently even the Wonderbolts didn’t get that. There was one nice washroom in the back car though and I hoped he’d use it.
Soarin sat on the bed next to me. “Did you have fun this weekend?”
“I did! Tons of fun.”
That made him smile. “Good. Any regrets?”
“Yup! I should have punched Fleetfoot right in the snout.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “For the record, while I like your moxie, I recommend against that. I know we don’t look very military but she is really nasty in close combat.”
That was information that I filed away in the ‘just in case’ folder. “Good to know. So…”
“So?” His head tilted and then he smiled. “You want to go out again?”
“Yes, please. I’m free this coming weekend.”
The stallion’s ears flicked and he replied, “Oh, this coming weekend I-”
I held up a hoof. “Say no more. I know you’ve got a ton of stuff going on. The weekend after that I’ve got plans but the next one I’m free… and also during the week.”
“If we have a date during the week are you going to be capable of going in to work the next day?” he asked.
A soft gasp escaped me and I felt my cheeks flush with heat. “I’ll take my chances. And don’t you go assuming just because you take me out I’ll be… uh… receptive. I’m a lady. Kind of.” My tone was teasing but I also meant it.
Soarin put a hoof around me and tugged me close. He smelled but I didn’t mind too much right then. “I see. Well then, Spitfire gave us Thursday off. Why don’t we have dinner? There is this new raw vegetable bar on the west side I’ve heard great things about.”
“It’s a date!”
“Great! Well… I’m going to go get cleaned up. After that maybe we can play cards?”
“Sure, but I want to play Go Fish this time.”
He chuckled. “Fair enough. I’ll see you out there.”
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