• Published 31st May 2021
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A Soarindash Memoir - Crystalline Waters

Rainbow Dash and Soarin Skies attempt to find what they've been silently craving for a while: love.

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Kitten Cuddles

It had been a little over a month and a half since Soarin and Rainbow had become a couple. The two were making slow but clear progress. Since their night of stargazing, Rainbow had chosen a new position as her default for when she wanted physical contact. Before that night, she would simply curl herself into a tiny, fluffy ball, with her cheek lightly pressed into the bottom of Soarin's foreleg. Since then, whenever she was feeling snuggly, she would sit in front of him, with her shoulder and cheek leaning against him. He could barely feel her weight against himself, so he would always reach down and rest a foreleg around her shoulders to make sure she was actually there, as well as to reciprocate her affections. She only reached up to his stomach in terms of height, which only made Soarin want to pick her up and hold her tight. He could imagine that she wouldn't be opposed to the idea. There was no way he could miss all the times she would try to shimmy her way closer against him, only to then tense and pull away not a moment later. No way could he miss all the times she would get excited about something and then start to reach out to him in a hug or a nuzzle, but then quickly stop herself from doing so. He felt bad about it, as all the times the latter happened he could see the light in her eyes dim ever so slightly. But she had been doing this more and more often, so Soarin wanted to help her feel comfortable doing these small affections. He planned on hanging out with her that day, so he wanted to talk to her about it then.

It was a drizzly Sunday afternoon, and it was kind of cold in the compound that day. Colder than it should have been for the beginning of May, but temperature fluctuations at this altitude were to be expected. As he walked to find Rainbow, he saw Fleetfoot, Spitfire, Lightning Streak, and Sun Chaser chatting away in the rec room, laughing about something to one another. He stifled his own laughter upon seeing Blaze leaning away from Wave Chill with a large blanket completely covering her body so that only her muzzle and the tip of one of her ears stood out. Wave appeared to be teasing her about something, making her hide while constantly releasing a middle pitched squeak. He finally found Rainbow in the sleeping quarters, curled up by herself while reading aloud a Daring Do book. He found it to be superbly adorable that she did this. At first he thought she only did this with Daring Do, but after seeing her do this with everything, he had asked her about it. She had explained that reading aloud helped her stay focused on whatever she was reading while also understanding it. He hadn't realized that he had been standing there watching her until her raspy voice snapped him from his thoughts. "Soarin? What's up?"

"Oh! Hi Dashie," he said while blushing slightly. "Are you doing anything right now? Besides reading, I mean." Rainbow smiled, resting her chin on her forelegs.

"Not really. I'm cold right now and I think-" a yawn interrupted her sentence. "I think I'm gonna take a nap soon. This rain is making me sleepy." Her brow knitted and she gave a small huff. "But I'm having a hard time sleeping. No idea why though." Soarin smiled knowingly.

"Why don't you come to my room. We'll see if talking for a while helps you out. Is that okay with you?" he asked.

"Sure," she replied nodding. She carefully tucked her book underneath her mattress for later that night. He waited for her to catch up to him before the two made their way to his private room.

Soarin led Rainbow to his room, and chuckled as he watched her survey the place upon entry. He didn't have much in his room other than his bed, nightstand/ mini bookshelf, and small dresser where he kept his flight suits and dress uniform for formal events. The comforters and pillows on his bed were a dark grey color, which perfectly contrasted his baby blue walls. Spitfire and Fleetfoot had always said that he was too into aesthetics, as his pillows were neatly organized, with a tan accent pillow sitting in the front row. The room itself was a good size, smaller than a normal bedroom but with enough space to not feel cramped. The large window behind his bed probably helped with that. It reached from about three feet off the ground to about two feet from the ceiling. The view was pretty nice too. One could see the ends of the compound's grounds that were covered in grass and were unused for flying. At the current moment in time, the two could see the rain coming down steadily outside, sparkling raindrops sliding down the glass diagonally. "Wow Soar," she began. "It looks really comfy in here."

"It is. It's perfect for if I need some quiet time or just want some space," he explained.

"Does it ever get lonely sleeping in here instead of the sleeping quarters?" her head tilted to the side.

"To be honest it does sometimes. That's why I usually stick around you guys and only come in here to sleep, or again, if I need some alone time." She nodded in understanding.

"I feel you there. Being alone sucks," she stated. Soarin laughed in response before making his way over to his bed. He hopped up and patted the space next to him to signal her to join him. With a flap of her wings, she hopped up and settled herself next to him. After a second, she moved so that they'd be in their usual position. "Mmm," she hummed quietly. "This is nice." Soarin responded by wrapping her in both forelegs and giving her a light squeeze.

"Yeah it is," he said. "Is this okay?" he asked to confirm she was okay with it.

"Actually it is." She scooted so that her entire side was pressed up against his front. "I guess I feel more comfortable when no pony's watching. When nopony can talk about it," she added sadly.

"Well you don't have to worry about that now," he assured her. "It's okay, I'm not gonna go running and telling ponies about it now." Rainbow seemed to think for a minute. Finally she let out a bright laugh.

"That reminds me of a time where the Cutie Mark Crusaders decided that they'd get their marks in journalism. The girls and I thought that it would be a good idea. I mean that was something they could do without somepony getting hurt... or covered in tree sap," she said with a straight face. Soarin raised an eyebrow and moved a hoof to stroke her mane. It was so soft. He'd never in a million years guess that Rainbow Dash's mane would feel so smooth and fine. Strands of orange and yellow blended together beautifully with each stroke of his hoof.

"Was that a regular occurrence for them? Getting covered in tree sap during their crusades?" he asked curiously.

"Surprisingly so. Every other mission of theirs was so incredibly out there," she sighed exasperatedly. "Creature catchers in the Everfree, skydivers, you name it."

"They sound like quite the bunch," Soarin remarked. "They sound pretty brave though."

"More like reckless. But anyways," she tried to get back on track. "They decided to be journalists working for the school newspaper, the Foal Free Press. It started out fine enough, and they were doing a good job. But then they started getting their stories from people around the town. Celestia got her own article, don't ask how because I have no idea how in Equestria that happened. Their pen name was Gabby Gums. Twilight was weary of them since their second issue came out. Rarity tried to convince her that it was just harmless gossip."

"I'm guessing it wasn't?" Soarin asked rhetorically. Rainbow laughed at that, turning her head to laugh into his chest fluff. He brought her a bit closer to him and resumed stroking her mane.

"Nope! One day, they released an article about me. A few days before the article was released, the girls and I were at the spa. I was really opposed to the idea of a spa treatment because I didn't want ponies to think that I was a big softie or anything." Soarin chuckled a bit at this.

"Getting spa treatment doesn't make you any less tough Dashie."

"I know that now," she rolled her eyes playfully. "But I was super insecure about it then. I also wasn't used to any physical contact from anyone other than Fluttershy, my parents, and a griffon named Gilda," she elaborated. "So I was super uneasy about ponies touching me. Especially with my hooves, as nopony touches me there ever. I was kinda freaking out over it," she gave a nervous laugh as she mushed her face further into his chest. Soarin imagined that her face was a nice shade of crimson at the moment. "Somehow they managed to get their photographer into the spa. They got a picture of me curled up on a spa chair being terrified of their hoof file. When the article came out, the title was 'Rainbow Dash. Speed Demon or Super Softy'?" she used the wing not pressed against Soarin to make air quotes at the title. " I was humiliated. I thought it was the end of the world."

"But it wasn't?" Soarin asked. He moved his hoof from her mane and let it just rest on her shoulder again, brushing against her face on the way down.

"It wasn't. My friends were all sympathetic, knowing that the photo was taken out of context, and saying that it was fine even if I did like going to the spa." She giggled. "Boy did those Crusaders get chewed out by the town. But they learned their lesson and everything was fine in the end." The two sat there intertwined for a while, thinking.

Clearly there were a lot of lessons to be learned by that story. The crusaders did a bad thing, but they learned about boundaries and privacy and how they were to be respected. Soarin thought mostly about what lessons Rainbow had learned from that. He didn't think that ponies knowing that she went to the spa with her friends was such a bad thing. Though he knew that his experiences greatly differed from hers. For years of her life she had been made to believe that she had to keep up this image of being tough as nails. She was, but even after she escaped the toxicity that had plagued her for most of her life, she never allowed herself to drop that image. Being soft and cuddly was seen as a weakness. Being anything less than confident, independent, and cool was unacceptable to her. He knew that what really scared her about the article coming out, was her past. If she hadn't been forced to be unbreakable, she probably wouldn't have freaked out so much. But she had been, and she was scared. He didn't fault her. Not in the slightest. He was glad that she had learned that being a bit soft was perfectly fine, even if it had taken years to do so. The least he could do for her was guard the parts of her that scared her as she came to terms with them. "I'm glad everypony learned something from that, Dashie. But I won't ever force you to show your softer parts if you're uncomfortable. I told you, we'll ease into this," he reminded her.

"Thanks Soar. I think talking helped a bit." Another yawn was released as she slumped further into Soarin. He could feel her a bit more now.

"Want to lay down?" he asked. The mare hummed affirmatively in response.

"Yeah. But.. can we.." she asked tentatively.

"Can we stay like this?" Soarin clarified. Rainbow looked up at him sheepishly and nodded. This time he could see the crimson as it made its way across her muzzle. "It's okay, Rainbow. It's just you and I here right now."

"Heh, sorry about that," she apologized.

"No need to be sorry Dashie." She smiled at him and repositioned herself so that she was laying down on her side with her head on a pillow. Soarin laid on his back next to her, with his head on the tan accent pillow. Slowly, Rainbow placed her head on Soarin's chest and nuzzled into it. He in turn wrapped his forelegs around her midsection, pulling her closer to him. The top of her mane smelled like clouds and... melon. Unexpected but so nice. He gently began to stroke her back, feeling more of her softness. Again, he would have never guessed that the brash speedster was so soft. Nothing was spoken as the two just laid there together. Soarin just focused on the unnoticeable weight on his chest, and continued to hold her while stroking her mane down to her back repeatedly. Rainbow just kept nuzzling him every few seconds, digging herself closer and closer. This continued until Soarin heard her breaths deepen and slow down. She looked so peaceful, asleep in his embrace. He leaned in to nuzzle her forehead, before closing his eyes and letting himself drift off. Just before sleep could fully take him, he allowed himself one last glance at his marefriend's adorable face. Smiling, he let his now heavy eyelids close.

Author's Note:

I have been waiting so long to write this chapter. It could have probably had one more chapter preceding it but I really didn't want to wait. It was too fluffy and fun to write. :rainbowlaugh::heart: Though I will say, I had an idea for this chapter in my head, and it changed direction quickly after I set the scene of Soarin's room. So I just went with whatever popped into my head as I went along.
Hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did!