Through Thick and Thin

by White Comet

Chapter 1: Golden Age

The early summer evening rested upon Las Pegasus, particularly on a bar situated just on the outskirts of the city itself. The added warmth inside was only another reminder that summer was on its way. The ponies sitting in the garden behind it were a testament to that.

Inside was a different story, though.

“CHEERS!”

The Wonderbolts team said in unison, holding their glasses high. Sitting around the large wooden table in the bar, they all clinked their drinks into the centre of the table and slowly broke off to clink them against each other.

“To another great show!” Spitfire exclaimed, clinking her glass between all of her colleagues.

“Great? It was awesome!” Dash added, taking a few glugs of cider before continuing her sentence. “I never would have guessed I’d be part of a music set four years ago.”

“You never would have guessed you would’ve been a Wonderbolt four years ago either,” Fleetfoot added.

“Well…” Dash shrugged, “It was always on my mind, so…” she was semi-trying to avoid the conversation since even though it was one of the most significant parts of her life, it wasn’t exactly easy for her...

“Aw c’mon,” Bright Skies gave Dash a big pat on the back, having already drunk half her glass… “Dash kills it, it was inevitable she would get in…”

“Hehe…” Dash chuckled, taking another sip.

“Four years, huh?” Misty Fly commented, “Where has that time gone?”

“Four years of the BEST AIRSHOWS EVER!” Bright exclaimed, downing the rest of her glass and banging it down loudly on the table. She looked over her shoulders, brushing her sky blue mane to the side, and tried to catch the attention of the waiter.

Dash chuckled at the sight of the mildly drunk Bright Skies sitting next to her. “Four years ago we barely got a squeak out of you.”

“I think that’s liquid confidence making most of the noise,” Misty chuckled, tilting her glass towards Dash.

“Saying this while we’re still semi-sober; I’m not carrying her this time,” Dash instructed before taking a sip of her cider, causing everypony else to laugh.

“I guess somepony’s gotta do it…” Spitfire spoke reluctantly, taking a small sip of her cider before setting her glass down. “Is birthday boy distracted?” She asked, raising her head a little to look over the top of her colleagues' heads. She looked across the bar floor, her eyes gazing out of large glass doors that led out into the bar garden. Her eyes rested on her teammate of interest, drinking and talking with his fellow male Wonderbolts.

“He sure is…” Surprise answered with a grin, rubbing her hooves together.

Spitfire glanced over at her and raised an eyebrow. “Do I want to know?”

“Let’s just say they’ve got a really strong Surprise Special…” Surprise replied, “...Now with extra rum!”

Spitfire rolled her eyes, “Well, it works I guess…” she pushed her chair back and stood up. “I’ll go get it.”

Dash smirked and glanced over her shoulder out at Soarin, knowing what day it was and what they had planned for him…

---

Soarin laid back in the chair outside of the bar, gently resting the pint of cider against his lips. The cider had a weird cinnamon-flavoured kick to it. He could’ve sworn he’d tasted something like it before, but he couldn’t quite put his hoof on it. Nevertheless, he wasn’t complaining. It tasted good. And was going down a treat. The low hanging sun beating against his fur almost made him feel sleepy.

“I still reckon whirlwind descent would’ve looked better going into the final chorus,” Fire Streak suggested, mimicking the motions of the manoeuvre with his hooves and gently humming the lyrics.

“Nah, I think we got it right with the fly-by,” his brother Lightning Streakreplied, batting his hoof and glancing over at Soarin. “You agree, Soarin?”

“Yeah…” Soarin said half-heartedly with his eyes closed. The truth was that he wasn’t really paying attention, his mind was preoccupied with...other thoughts…

Lightning chuffed, noticing Soarin wasn’t really paying attention. He rested his glass of cider down on the table, hearing something rustle under his glass. “Hm?” He glanced down to find a newspaper that had been left by the previous occupant.

He rested his glass to the side of it and had a read of the headline. ‘A country divided: tensions high in Griffon Kingdom after Eadric wins majority’. With a sub-heading below it that said ‘War on the horizon?’

“Pfft,” Lightning rolled his eyes, picking up the newspaper. “Do you guys believe any of this bullshit? The medias making it out as if the fifth Equestro-Griffon war is about to start.”

“It’s way over the top, yeah,” Fire agreed, nodding. “The Griffons will sort it out, I’m not getting worked up. Besides, have you read some of the stuff that Eadric fellas been coming out with? He wants to make some sort of neo-Griffon Empire.”

Lightning chuffed, “Yeah, ‘cause that’s gone so well the last time four hundred years ago,” he joked. “That being said, Griffons did seem to vote for him...quite a bit actually…”

“I say we’ve got nothing to worry about,” Soarin added enthusiastically, raising his glass up. “Cheers!”

The three of them clinked the glasses together before they each took a big, long drink.

Fire Streak tapped his glass on the table. “Geez...whatever sweet stuff they put in this cider goes straight through me…” he excused himself, standing up. Lightning and Soarin chuckled as he left to find a bathroom.

Lightning looked back over at Soarin to see that Soarin was still pretty out of it. He didn’t blame him, it was quite a long show. And the reclining chairs the bar had in its garden were comfy.“What’s on your mind, Soarin?” He chimed.

“Oh, ya know, not much…” Soarin replied with a smile, looking towards the glass window. If it weren’t for the reflection of the sun, he would’ve been able to see straight through towards where the rest of his squad were sitting. And more importantly, his mare. He took another sip of cider while trying to concentrate and look through the glass.

“How's the love of your life going?” Lightning asked, picking up on what he was trying to look at.

Soarin chuffed, “That’s actually what’s been on my mind,” he answered, sitting up and looking back at Lightning.

Lightning smirked. “How long have you been with Rainbow Dash now? Four years?”

“Over four years,” Soarin answered. “And honestly...she’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Even better than me?” Lightning answered sarcastically.

Soarin laughed. “You’ve been a total bro to me my whole career whenever I needed another stallion's input…”

“Well, you kept me in the dark when you first started dating Dash all those years ago…” Lightning teased.

“Oh come on, that was need to know stuff at the time,” Soarin joked back.

“And you thought I didn’t need to know? I’m offended,” Lightning continued the banter.

Soarin smiled, shaking his head. “You’re about to be demoted below Dash on my list, ya know.”

“Hey, bros before hoes, am I right?” The two of them laughed together for a short while as the words rolled off Lightning’s tongue. Lightning let a moment of silence set in before asking again. “So what’s really on your mind? You seem very distant for somepony celebrating their birthday.”

Soarin chuffed, then looked over at Lightning. He glanced over his shoulders, then looked back at Lightning. “Can you keep a secret?”

“Now we’re talking,” Lightning replied, smiling and leaning into the table. “Of course I can.”

“Okay…” Soarin glanced over his shoulders again, confirming there was nopony around to overhear the two of them. “Like I said, I’ve been with Dash for over four years now...and I really love her. And she feels the same way. Sooo…” Soarin reached into his Wonderbolt jacket hung over the back of his seat with his wing and pulled out a small box made out of black velvet.

“I’m going to ask her to marry me.”

Lightning’s eyes went wide, and he just stared at the box as he took in what Soarin said. “Wow...that’s just...amazing…” he looked up at Soarin, “I’m so happy for you.”

Soarin smiled awkwardly and suppressed a blush. Something he’d gotten quite good at through working with his marefriend. Although Dash hadn’t quite got it yet… “Pretty standard,” he flicked open the box with his wingtip. “Dash doesn’t do excessive jewellery, so I thought I best play it safe and stick with the classic.”

Lightning looked at the rings inside Soarin’s box. Two plain gold rings. They looked very...plain. Compared to some of the more extravagant ones Soarin could have bought with his budget. But as Soarin said, that was what he was going for. The sunlight reflecting off them gave them a nice pop.“They look nice,” He answered, looking up at Soarin and smiling. “I think she’ll love them.

“Thanks. I hope so too…” Soarin replied, putting the box away back into his Wonderbolt jacket pocket.

“But real question; can I be your best stallion?”

“You think I’d pick anyone else?” Soarin said with a smile, holding out his hoof.

“I had no doubt, just thought I’d ask,” Lightning replied, returning Soarin’s hoofbump. “But how do you plan on...ya know...doing it?”

“That’s what I’ve been caught up with in my mind…” Soarin reluctantly admitted, looking away and reclining back in his chair. “I think having everypony around will have the best effect, but Dash is quite...reserved with her affection. I think she’d prefer something more private. Now I’m trying to work out how to strike a balance.”

“Hmm…” Lightning rubbed his chin, “That’s very tricky...too tricky in fact. If it were me, I’d stop thinking about it and just go with whatever opportunity presents itself. But good luck with whatever you choose.”

Soarin nodded, “Thanks Lightning,” he looked back over at Lightning Streak. “Enough about me, though, how's your love life going?” He asked with a shit-eating grin, knowing exactly what he was doing.

Lightning cringed slightly, “Soarin…”

“You haven’t even tried yet, have you?”

Lightning shook his head in shame.

Soarin chuffed, “What are you so afraid of? Rejection?”

“A little, but…” he sighed and looked towards the window. Still unable to see through it due to the sun's reflection. “I’ve known her for years, but I don’t think she’s even interested in me.”

“How do you know that? You haven’t even tried to get to know her yourself,” Soarin explained. “She probably finds your experience and the fact that you outrank her intimidating. Dash was starstruck when we first met, so Bright--”

“Shhhh,” Lightning loud-whispered, making a slicing motion across his neck with his hoof. “Don’t say her name, she might hear you.”

“There’s a wall and a lot of noise separating us…” Soarin rolled his eyes, “Anyway, no matter what way you look at it, I think you’re gonna have to be the one that makes the first move.”

“I know, but…” Lightning felt the heat starting to rise in his cheeks, “I-I’m no good with mares, what if I say the wrong thing and mess it up? What if I come across as a creep? We work together, it’ll make things awkward.”

“Well…” Soarin thought hard, trying to think of the best way to answer…

“See, you don’t have any real advice because Rainbow Dash just fell into your lap,” Lightning deduced, then snorted as a thought popped into his head. “In more than one way.”

Soarin couldn’t help but laugh and blush a little at Lightning’s innuendo. “Yeah, I get that me and Rainbow just kinda...happened.” Soarin put it bluntly, “But believe me, it was far from fair winds and no turbulence. I had to do all the hard setup work behind the scenes. You just need to do the same.”

“But how?” Lighting went full circle. “I just don’t get how. I don’t exactly want to walk up to her and go ‘Hey, I like you, will you date me?’ It just seems creepy…”

“Well yeah, don’t do that,” Soarin replied with a smile, “All I’m saying get is get to know her first and do it subtly. For example, we’re here, at a bar,” Soarin motioned one of his forelegs towards the building. “When she goes to get a drink, go with her. Then while you wait for the drinks to be poured, strike up a conversation. Anything, completely random.”

“...That…” As Lightning thought it over in his mind, it sounded very doable. In fact, almost too easy… “I could do that...but…”

“But…?” Soarin repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Is it really that easy?” Lightning questioned back at Soarin.

Soarin chuckled and shrugged, “All I know is that it’s what I did with Dash and we got on like a house on fire. So it’ll definitely work for you and...ahem, ‘her’ ” Soarin omitted her name like Lightning wanted. “She’s smart, you’re smart, you like similar things, you’ll get along. Trust me.”

Lightning chuffed, “Come on, I’m not that clever…”

“Hey, I think you’re smarter than me,” Soarin stated factually.

“Book smart maybe, but that doesn’t get me anywhere. Your rank proves that.” Lighting explained.

The door from inside the bar suddenly swung open, with Misty Fly standing in the doorway. “Hey Soarin, come quick.”

“Hm?” Soarin raised an eyebrow, “What for?” He asked, standing up.

“Just follow me,” Misty turned around, back into the bar. “And close your eyes.”

Soarin smirked, getting the gist of what was going on. “Guide me in, Lightning,” he asked, covering his eyes with his wings. “And trust me, you’ll do fine. Just go for it.” He finished the conversation they were having just before they got interrupted.

Lightning sighed and smiled. “Thanks, Soarin…” It was nice to hear that somepony had confidence in him. He had got along with Soarin since day one and pretty much considered him his best friend out of all the Wonderbolts. Even with his own brother Fire Streak, he didn’t feel the same connection he had with Soarin.

Lightning guided Soarin through the door and through the bar, making sure he didn’t bump into any chairs or tables. The contained smell of alcohol was enough to tell Soarin he had entered the bar, along with the wooden floorboards under his hooves.

“Okay…” Lightning gave Soarin a little push to get him into place. “Three...two...one…open your eyes.”

Soarin pulled his wings away from his face to see a cake on the table with candles lit on it. Twenty-six of them to be precise. The icing was blue and yellow, like the Wonderbolts theme pattern. Around him was his entire team, all grinning happily at him. And to his right side, he had his mare, Rainbow Dash.

♫Happy Birthday to you!♫
♫Happy Birthday to you!♫
♫Happy Birthday dear Soarin!♫
♫Happy Birthday to you!♫

Soarin couldn’t help but blush as they finished singing and started cheering and clapping. Not helped when Dash followed up with a quick peck on his cheek. “You guys…” Soarin chuckled. “You do this for everypony every year, but it never fails to--”

“LESS-SPEECH-MORE-CAKE-CUTTING!” Surprise quickly passed a knife over to him in her usual crazy manner. A manner which was only encouraged by the several pints of cider she was destined to consume throughout the course of the evening.

Soarin couldn’t help but laugh and just get on with it. He sliced into the cake and cut himself a generous slice. He placed it on a napkin to his side. “Commander has the knife,” he threw it in the air with a spin before catching it by the handle again as it fell back down to him. “Who else wants cake?”

Soarin spent the new few minutes cutting cake for everypony while the bar staff generously bought out some fresh cider for them. Given that they had reserved the place for the occasion, the service was exemplary.

“Heh, twenty-six years old eh Soarin?” Blaze said between chomps. Her hoof was constantly dancing between the cake and her glass of cider she rested on the table she was standing next too, doing battle over and over again in her head. Cake or cider, cake or cider, cake or cider...

“I know, I’m getting old,” Soarin joked, taking a bite of cake, noticing the actual sponge cake had been arranged in the colours of a rainbow. He couldn’t help but think about who thought of that idea...

“Are you sure about that?” Rapidfire joked from his seat to the side of him, raising an eyebrow.

Soarin turned his head towards Rapidfire. “Okay, GRAMPA.” He retorted, earning a few laughs from his fellow Wonderbolts.

“Hey, this grampa could still whoop your ass if he wanted to,” Rapidfire retorted before standing up to go get another cider.

“That’s gonna be Dash’s job tonight,” Blaze replied, smirking. “...If you’re into that, that is…”

Soarin raised an eyebrow, chuffed then shook his head. He turned and looked over at Dash, who smiled but then she noticed something. “Oh, you got a little bit on the tip of your nose.”

“Huh?” Soarin went cross-eyed trying to see the end of his nose.

“Let me get it,” Dash leaned in and gave his nose a quick lick, “There.”

“Why don’t you two just get a room now?” Blaze joked.

“That comes later,” Soarin replied with a smirk, wrapping his wing around Dash and hugging her close. “I’m sure I’ve got some birthday presents I’ve yet to--OW!”

“Shh,” Dash shushed him while jabbing him in the side, a blush slowly creeping onto her face.

Blaze giggled, “You two are so cute it makes me wanna puke more than eating this whole cake by myself would.” She took a bite out of the cake, noticing the colours in the sponge. She held a hoof to her mouth, trying to swallow it through her laughter. The colours had immediately made her think of something funny, making it difficult to swallow.

“Blaze…” Soarin sighed, picking up on her stifled giggling.“Don’t…”

“Are you…” Blaze tried to swallow through giggles, “Are you gonna…”

“Old joke,” Fleetfoot butted in, lifting a glass of cider off the table and holding it up to Blaze.

Blaze quickly nodded and put her cake slice down on the table and replaced it with the glass in her hooves, taking a big swig of it to help clear her throat. “Alright, alright, I won’t finish it…” She conceived, looking back down at the cake. “It’s an amazing cake, though.”

“I know, right?” Soarin replied through a mouthful, swallowing. “We’ve had plenty of decent birthday cakes before, but wow, this one tastes great.”

“I’ll let Pinkie know you loved it when I’m next in Ponyville,” Dash replied with a wink, devouring her own slice of it.

“You planned it?” Soarin asked, turning to Dash.

“Ehh,” Dash shrugged, “Guess I did. ‘Cause I’m such an awesome marefriend,” She answered with an eyebrow wiggle.

“I call BS,” Wave Chill butted in, “Who picked the bar?”

“Well...technically Spitfire…” Misty deduced, turning her head to look at Spitfire sitting at the table. Causing everypony else to do the same thing.

Spitfire held her hoof up as she finished a mouthful of cider. “Don’t drag me into this!” She joked with a smile.

“Don’t worry, I’ll consider it a group effort,” Soarin replied with a wink directed at Spitfire while taking a gulp of cider.

As Rapidfire returned from refilling his cider, he approached his chair. Which now had High Winds sitting on it. He loudly tapped his glass down on the table, interrupting High Winds conversation with Silver Lining. “Oh, sorry Rapid--”

“Don’t sweat it,” Rapidfire cut her off with a smile, winking. He simply took a few steps and started pulling another chair over to suit him.

“Don’t hurt yourself, Gramps,” Fire Streak joked, watching Rapidfire pull his chair up from the other side of the table.

“Yeah, real funny,” Rapidfire replied sarcastically, a smirk forming on his face as he took a seat. He extended his right foreleg onto the table and bent it in a V shape, his hoof pointing towards Fire Streak. “So you wouldn’t be afraid of this frail old stallion beating you in a hoof wrestle would ya, whippersnapper?”

Fire Streak’s eyes widened, and he pulled his head back a little bit. Suddenly feeling like he bit off a bit more than he could chew...and not just from the cake.

“Go, go, go, go, go,” Silver Lining started egging them on, banging the table with his hooves between each word. This caused several others to copy him.

Knowing that he couldn’t turn it down now, Fire Streak quickly chugged down the remaining half-pint or so of cider left in his glass, withholding a gag as he drank a little too fast for his stomachs liking. He slid the empty glass out of the way and leant over the table, meeting Rapidfire’s hoof with his own. “Count us in, birthday boy.”

Soarin smirked and held a hoof just above the table. “Okay. Three, two, one, GO!” He exclaimed and banged his hoof on the table at the same time.

Everypony cheered Fire Streak and Rapidfire on as they pushed against each other. Rapidfire proving that he wasn’t the frail old stallion that his teammates kept joking about. Spitfire smiled from afar, gently sipping her cider and knowing that her team were happy.

The match went on for quite some time, but Fire Streak eventually yielded when his hoof fell to the table with a thud. Cheers echoed throughout the bar as it happened. Luckily there was nopony else for the Wonderbolts to disturb.

“Y-yeah, well...I’m still sore from the show…” Fire Streak made excuses, rubbing his hoof.

“Sure you are, now move,” Wave Chill didn’t buy it for a second, and brushed him with his wing to try and shoo Fire out of the seat. Fire stepped out quickly and was replaced by Wave, who only glared into Rapidfire’s eyes and smiled...except it was a pretty stupid semi-drunk smile. “Let me show you how it’s done,” he jeered, flexing his muscles. He got a few jeers and ooooh’s in return.

“I better get in line,” Soarin joked, stepping to the side of the chair Wave was sitting on. There was already a small bundle around Wave itching to have a turn against Rapidfire when Wave would inevitably lose.

Dash couldn’t help but laugh at the site. This is precisely the kind of banter she’d come to know and love over the years. And she couldn’t help but sense that she would be getting involved soon as well...after a few more ciders that is…

---

Many hours passed, and the Wonderbolts happily stayed at the bar until closing time. Spitfire knew from experience what it was like trying to hoard several drunk Wonderbolts back home after a night of celebrations. Or in this case, the hotel.

As Spitfire promised, she carried Bright Skies away. Bright Skies slept happily on Spitfire’s back, her legs draped over Spitfire’s side and her chest slowly rising and falling. She looked so peaceful for somepony who was partying only a moment ago. Bright Skies was so small that carrying her on her back was no big deal to Spitfire. Although it did make it a little awkward to open her wings.

To them, they were walking and flying in perfectly straight lines. But in reality, they were all over the street. Of course, nopony seemed to care. Spitfire had learned to mostly ignore it as this point as long as they were going in roughly the right direction. She had only had a couple of ciders herself, so she was still very much aware of what was going on around her.

“Gee I’m so...drunk…” Soarin stated the obvious as he knocked against Dash.

“Don’t pass out on me just yet,” Dash replied, feeling a little buzzed herself. She wrapped a wing around him in a hug and leant in to whisper in his ear, “I haven’t given you your birthday present yet,” she whispered slyly.

Pomf

“Whoa!”

Soarin’s wings suddenly popped open, giving Dash a knock as they did. But she retained her footing and levelled herself out.

“Heh...sorry,” Soarin apologised, blushing. His cheeks were already a little rosy from all the alcohol, but it wasn’t helped by his...other thoughts...it was also an unusually cold nightly breeze. Summer wasn’t quite there in full force yet.

“Yeah…” Blaze suddenly slid between them, “Looks like you’re gonna get to taste the rainbo--”

“BLAZE!”

Blaze couldn’t but burst out in laughter. It took several moments for her to get it out of her system. “Sorry, sorry...just couldn’t go without saying it,” she admitted, laughing again.

Dash’s ears folded back almost naturally and she felt herself blushing. But not from Blaze’s teasing...but more to do with...well...Blaze might actually be right…

Once they arrived at the hotel, they quickly wandered towards the elevator. A member of the hotel's staff had to shush them to make sure they didn’t wake up the other guests.

The elevator was very cramped, but it wasn’t exactly designed to take a dozen Wonderbolts all at once. Any regular group of ponies would have simply taken turns...a group of drunk ponies, however…

As the elevator ascended, Dash felt something on her lower left side. She looked to see Soarin already had his hooves all over her, subtly exploring her toned body...not that she was complaining. All she could do was look him in the eyes and smile, and he did the same.

The elevator dinged as it reached the floor their rooms were located on. Everypony bundled out of the doors as they opened, into the hallway. A sign pointing in the direction of various room numbers was there to greet them, causing everypony to get their keys out to remember their numbers.

“Goodnight guys,” Dash loud-whispered, having identified where her and Soarin's room was. She wrapped a wing around Soarin and tried to pull him in that direction, but Soarin seemed to have other ideas as he walked in the other direction. “No, this way,” Dash corrected him, giving him a tug.

Soarin returned to Dash’s side, trotting along with her, looking a bit confused. “Are you sure?” he murmured.

“I’m pretty sure,” Dash replied with a smirk. She always found Soarin a little funnier when he was drunk...although she was also more easily entertained when she was drunk herself…

She found the room and unlocked the door with the key, letting Soarin go in first. She trotted in after him and looked behind her. A few of her teammates were walking down the corridor to their respective rooms, but Blaze was actually walking past.

Blaze stopped briefly outside Dash’s door to wolf whistle and wink at Dash before continuing on her walk. Dash shook her head before closing the door.

She turned into the room and flicked the light switch on. Soarin had already made his way over to the bed, taking up the very centre of the double bed and spreading himself out.

“Comfy?” Dash chimed, perching on the edge. All she got was a hum in response, which made her giggle a little. “Alright,” she stood up, “Stay here,” she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be right back.” She said, picking up her bag.

Soarin simply hummed in pleasure as he watched Dash trot into the bathroom. As he waited, he assessed the comfort of the bed. It wasn’t a hotel they had stayed in before, and the bed was...actually one of the comfiest he’d stayed in on an away show. It was so good in fact, he could feel himself dozing off…

Meanwhile, Dash slowly opened the bathroom door. “Okay, birthday boy…” she said in a deep voice and trotted out with a little spring in her step. “I hope you’re...ready…” her voice returned to normal as the sound of snoring met her ears. She saw Soarin fast asleep on the bed. “...Seriously?” She spoke to herself with a frown.

She continued walking towards the bed, standing up on it and straddling herself over Soarin. She raised her hoof up slowly…

...and gave Soarin a friendly jab in one of the pressure points on his side.

“BAH!” Soarin shook awake, his eyes shooting open. He breathed rapidly as he took in his surroundings...especially the one standing on top of him. He was particularly interested in the black nightgown Dash was wearing. It was quite see-through, and it made him look down her entire body. “...Is this a dream?” Soarin asked, a blush forming on his face.

“It sure isn’t,” Dash replied, wiggling her eyebrows. “Maybe don’t fall asleep next time and you won’t have to ask,” she suggested, lowering herself.

“I’ll keep that in miiimmpph--” Soarin’s words got cutoff as Dash’s lips met his own. She rested down on top of his body, and he happily took the weight.

Their tongues danced around each other's mouths while Soarin’s hooves explored Dash’s body in the silky smooth getup she was wearing. Her toned figure was always something Soarin didn’t mind having under his hooves, but the silky nightgown only added to the effect.

Their kiss eventually broke apart, giving each other a chance to catch their breath. Soarin gazed into her eyes before looking back down and running a hoof along her body again. “You don’t normally wear sexy clothes. You aren’t going soft, are you, Dashie?” Soarin teased.

“Hey, I just wanted to do something nice for your birthday. There wasn’t much else we could do since it clashed with this show,” Dash replied. “Don’t you dare tell anypony though,” she warned.

“Of course,” Soarin replied winking.

Dash ran a hoof over his chest, playing with his fur. Getting a feel for his breathing rhythm. She rested her hoof on his heart, feeling it beating a mile a minute. She liked it. “I think somepony’s ready,” she stated, raising an eyebrow at Soarin.

“You’re damn right I am,” Soarin replied, furrowing his brow into a more serious look and reaching up to Dash’s shoulders with his forehooves.

“Uh-uh,” Dash brushed his forelegs away, “It’s your birthday; just relax and let me do all the hard work…” She said slyly while brushing a hoof through his mane.

Soarin sighed and smiled, resting his head back into the pillow and closing his eyes. “You’re an angel…”

“Besides, I’m lighter than you. It might make the bed squeak less.”

Soarin couldn’t help but chuckle as she was absolutely right. “And you’re funny too…” he opened his eyes to look up at Dash, getting herself into position. He couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was. Four years with her. And he’d spent pretty much every moment since then with her. Despite his drunken state, he hadn’t forgotten about the rings in his jacket pocket. He loved her. With all his heart. And he was confident she felt the same way. How he would propose was constantly on his mind. But for now, he could think about it later. He just wanted to enjoy this moment...

Author's Note:

Well then...I've been looking forward to writing this for a long time. So welcome to the madness!

As you probably deduced, this story take place roughly 4 years after Wonderbolts Trials and Tribulations. Whilst I will try and follow cannon to a certain degree, please bear in mind that I started writing this whilst season 4 was still airing. So please only consider everything up to the end of season 4 cannon.
(Particularly when it comes to the Griffon lore...thanks Hasbro...)

TBH I really wanted to commission a badass cover art for this story. But the Coronavirus currently doing the rounds around the world has put my job on hold for the time being, so I can't justify the spending at the moment. Hopefully once this all blows over...

...That being said, with my job on hold, I at least have more time to put to writing!

Thanks for reading!

Comments

[V-H-SClop]

I come from the prequel and I loved it, I have seen the way Soarindash develops in other fics, some successful and others forced, it is difficult for a couple like this to have a development as well done and credible as you, since in the series The word xd is barely covered, but it provides enough fuel to create various scenarios where you can be very good friends or something else, too bad I stick with applejack in the series :(, but I'll always pick this ship as my own favorites from the series, I hope that with this sequel it has the same quality and structure as the first part, it does not matter if you are late as long as you do not miss the beat well xD, I hope for the next chapter, since I definitely like the way you see the soarindash and the prequel comes out on top of this ship's best fics.

[White Comet]

Thanks, I'm glad you like it!

[0PinkamenaDianePie0]

yaay we finally got a sequel