Rolling from one of the library’s couches, Soarin heaved a cavernous yawn and stretched out, then shielded his eyes from the early morning sun as he stared into it. A quick look at the clock showed that it was just passing seven o’clock, and he was grateful when a pegasus mare pushed open the door and walked in, smiling at the Wonderbolt. She had silver fur, an orange mane, and a pretty lithe figure, attired in a plain deep red kimono.

“You and your friend must be hungry. How about breakfast?” she asked in Neighponese.

“That would be perfect. Thanks, mom,” Soarin answered in the same language.

She gave him a nod and left the room, the stallion hearing metal upon china through the open door. Whilst he was waiting, he turned and surveyed the room, spotting several books in one pile and a light in one of the corners.

Walking over, he found Big Mac with his head on the desk and a small pool of drool under his muzzle. Soarin carefully pulled the book that the earth pony was resting on out from under him, giving a chuckle as he looked at the subject his friend had chosen.

He gently shook Mac, who awoke with a snort and blinked himself to alertness as he sat up. He was about to ask what time it was when he noticed the natural light streaming through the window, replacing the lamp he had fallen asleep under.

His stomach gave a growl, causing Soarin to snicker and motion him to follow. He led Mac into a side room, where a rather generous spread of food had been laid out, Mac’s stomach growling again as the smell of eggs and toast hit his nose.

“No wonder he is hungry with such a massive body!”

The two stallions turned around, facing the mare that spoke. Mac found her to be quite pretty, with a slim figure. Like most of the Neighponese Mac had seen so far, she too was a pegasus, but even her good looks could not hide the fact she was quite a bit older than he and Soarin, who just waved Mac to the food and shook his head at the mare.

“Mom, Equestrian please”

“It's okay…” Mac returned Soarin’s shocked stare with a grin, picking up a slice of toast with some egg on it, eating it whole. “Ah'm a fast learner.” Mac looked at the food, selecting a piece of toast topped with a thick spread of orange jam, giving a happy hum as he gave it a taste. “A wonderful meal, Miss Soarin’s mom.”

“Such a charmer. My name is Sekushīna. Please, enjoy.”

She left the room, leaving the two stallions to dig in, which they did so heartily. Being as big a pony as Mac was, his body needed a high calorie content daily to cope with his hard work. Soarin needed it because of his highly energetic job. By the time Sekushīna returned, all that remained on the plates were crumbs, with two rather satisfied stallions slouching back in their chairs.

“It looks like you enjoyed your meal, Consort Apple.” Sekushīna began to move the plates to a waiting trolley, whilst Mac watched her with a confused frown. He now knew which one of Soarin’s parents gave him his Neighponese heritage, as his mother pronounced some letters with a slight slur, whilst the grumblings from Soarin’s father Mac had heard were in perfect Equestrian. “Did you found what you were looking for?”

“Yeah… yeah, Ah did.” Giving a nod, Sekushīna collected the last of the dishes and wheeled the trolley from the room, Mac’s gaze lingering on the door before he turned to Soarin. The pegasus was looking back with a large grin. “What? Have Ah got somethin’ on mah face?”

“No… I just don’t know how Twilight will take the news of you eyeing up my mother.” Soarin grinned as Mac snorted, and the pegasus quickly changed the subject. “So, what did you find out?”

“That… everythin’ mah great grandpappy told me was a lie!” Mac reached for one book, setting it on the table and sliding it to Soarin. “This here’s an account of when Equestrians first met the Neighponese. Funny thing… it’s in Equestrian.” Mac grabbed another book, searched for a marked page, and passed that to the pegasus as well. “An’ here’s the Neighponese account.”

Soarin took a moment to look both reports over, before he sat back with a sigh. “What conclusion did you come to?”

“The Neighponese were traders, looking to find goods far from home. They ran into Equestrians, got t’ talkin’. A disagreement on the value of certain goods turned into a pretty bloody fight. All but one Neighponese stallion was killed, and most of the mares that survived were taken by the Equestrian merchants.”

“That’s the Neighponese version. What of the Equestrian tale of events?”

“The mares were ‘prisoners of outside forces’, that ‘seeked to threaten the Equestrian way of life.’ It was bullshit. That one stallion that escaped? He made it back to Neighpon after a few weeks, told the country what had happened. The ‘raids’ on Equestria… were just concerned stallions trying to get their wives, daughters, and sisters back safely. Without anypony to say otherwise, Equestria believed… mah ancestors.”

“You know why this has never been brought up in Neighpon?” Mac shook his head, so Soarin stood up and walked over to another section. He searched the shelves for a few moments then found what he was looking for, cracking open the book and passing it to Mac. “The first ‘raids’ were sanctioned by the then emperor, but it was supposed to be a diplomatic mission to ensure nothing like this happened ever again.”

“Unfortunately, it was the families of those mares that volunteered to go. When news got back to the emperor about the slaughter that had been carried out, he declared all ponies involved pony non grata. If any of them tried to enter Neighpon, they were arrested.”

“Soarin, Ah’ve been a fool, ain’t Ah?”

“Yes, Mac, you have. But you recognise your mistake, and you can only grow from it. For now though, we’ve got to leave if we want to make it back in time.”

“Time fer what?”

“The Equestria Games, duh. The Wonderbolts are the starting line up in the opening ceremony, and if I’m not there to fly with them, Spitfire’s gonna kill me.”

Standing in front of thousands of ponies was nerve wracking at the best of times, yet for an event such as the Equestria Games, the shame of making a mistake was increased a hundredfold. Thus when a trickle of sweat ran down the back of Princess Scootaloo’s neck, she was not surprised in the slightest. No extensive speech would be required from her, but her entreé to the stadium still needed a huge dose of concentration. She glanced over her shoulder to see how her guards were doing.

Boreal Spear and Arctic Halberd were fiddling with their uniforms, form fitting flight suits made of the same material that the Wonderbolts used, but bearing the markings of pegasi soldiers; Rarity and Coco had done a good job making them. The same could be said about the spears they were holding, a small arc of lightning ran past the glistening heads of dark metal every few seconds and the mahogany handles wouldn’t crack even under a hit by earth pony hammer. Perfect replicas of ancient pegasi gear.

Scootaloo herself was wearing a uniform designating her as royalty and commander-in-chief of pegasus army that the two seamstresses had made using her guards’ assistance. The pants of the uniform were blinding white and along with her silver boots of metallic texture polished like a mirror, they would make the impression of Scootaloo growing right out of the sky. A pegasus doesn’t need such petty extremities like legs. The chest piece on the other hand was mostly sky blue apart from the silver braids and linings and the golden Pegasopolis emblem just under her chin. Her hair was hidden with a helmet sporting a curtain of white feathers falling on her back. The leading edge of her wings was dressed in a protective titanium guard with a blade in the front to allow her a sharper descent without the risk of breaking her bones.

The wind was playing with her fake feathery mane as she stood on the deck of the SS Faust high above the Equestria Games stadium. She watched as the other ponies on the deck got into their own uniforms, about to make her way over to one mare when a blur came to a skidding halt on the deck.

“Sorry I’m late, everypony. Had to get the Kusobiggu-hikōsen cleared into Equestrian airspace, you know how that can be.”

Soarin looked to Scootaloo for her aid in fending off the irate Spitfire, which the young mare gave him by clearing her throat, making the Wonderbolt Commandant shake her head, throw a flight outfit at the stallion.

“Your offense will be discussed once the task is fulfilled,” Spitfire barked sternly, making Soaring flinch.

Turning away with a giggle, Scootaloo watched as the other ten Wonderbolts checked each other’s fight suits were fitted correctly.

She caught sight of a rainbow tail, but didn’t have time to approach as the pegasi display team began to line up along the sides of the airship, five on each side, each wielding a spear similar to those of her bodyguards. Scootaloo saw Spitfire waving her to the bow of the ship, Soarin, Spear, and Halberd all moving to join her. The railings there and where the other ‘bolts were standing had been temporarily removed.

The slightest tremor shook the air around, signaling that Blueblood’s delegation just arrived at the stadium and of the the royals only Scootaloo was left to show up. The plan of this year’s games was to remind ponies of the very beginning of the tradition, the one opportunity for tribes to meet in peace all those centuries ago. Therefore each royal was tasked to arrive as if Equestria was never united.

For Blueblood that would mean flinging around with spells to impress with the magnificence of unicorn magic. That’s why he and all his entourage teleported to the stadium in the most drastic and spectacular way possible. And that’s also why huge roses of magical fireworks sparked underneath the airship just now.

Scootaloo watched it from the very front, with the four others spread just behind her. At the signal of the fireworks and with a nod from Spitfire, the ten Wonderbolts fell from the ship, a loud cheer coming from the stadium below. Scootaloo felt her panic rising, but turned when she felt a hand on her shoulder, seeing Spitfire smiling softly at her.

“You’ll be fine, your majesty. We’re ready when you are.”

She took a deep breath and nodded to Spitfire, falling forwards from the deck and into the open air. Ten trails of the Wonderbolts jumping before were forming pittoresque legs for the ship, making it look like some insect, though cutting the spectacle short. They got a sufficient head start to get into formation, flying in pairs with enough space between them to allow three pegasi pass.

They remained in the free fall for almost a minute before spreading their wings and slowing down considerably. Spitfire and Soarin stayed a bit behind, leaving fire and smoke trails behind once again, while Halberd and Spear, just behind Scootaloo, tilted their weapons so that the spearheads would brush of those of the waiting pegasi.

She was flying through a neverending land of saluting pegasi, their weapons forming the canopy of her flightpath. As the weapons touched behind her, a small spark of lightning and a cannon like thunder would ensue, prompting the Wonderbolt pair to speed to the front and form the next part of the lane.

Then Scootaloo called forth a cloud, shaping it with her powers into a small vessel under her feet and spread her wings wide. The Wonderbolts formed a V formation in front of her to lower the resistance of the air and allow her to descend at the same speed without propelling herself actively.

Thus they arrived to the stadium, the Wonderbolts landing in knees-bent with their weapons ready to protect their princess if necessary. She stepped from her cloud right in front of the tribune where the four alicorns, Blueblood and a chosen representant of earth ponies, as their royal bloodline died out, were already seated.

Scootaloo took a deep breath, finally reaching the point where she would have to address the crowd which she dreaded from the start. “In the name of Pegasopolis and all pegasi, I, princess Scootaloo, thank you for the invitation to this splendid festivity and promise not to disturb its peace unless provoked by armed force.” A loud cheer from all over the stadium rose, both for the statement and the previous performance. It dimmed only when Celestia stood up from her throne and bowed a little, which Scootaloo answered with saluting.

“The pleasure is mutual, Princess Scootaloo. The tribes promise not to take any hostile action against Pegasopolis either.”

At that assurance Scootaloo signalled the Wonderbolts to assume positions around the podium where the guards of other races were already stationed, and ascended the few steps to assume her place in her throne.

There was still one throne left as the gates of the stadium opened and a small group of soldiers in exotic armor and with katanas marched in, some of them playing flutes and stringed instruments. As they got to the podium, their leader stepped forward.

“His everlasting glory Emperor Sakura Breath of the Neighponese sends his greetings and offers the participation of his champions on the Equestria games as a palm branch after centuries of distrust.”

All the royals present stood up and Celestia took the word again. “As long as your intentions are pure, Equestria will gladly accept the outstretched hand. Join us in peace and joy.”

Once everypony was seated, the next part of the ceremony proceeded with the pegasi drawing the coat of arms of the tribes, countries and cities in the sky. Scootaloo couldn’t help but fidget as she wasn’t used to the tight fitting uniform. She was very grateful when the break was announced before the athletes would come to greet the royals and the crowd.

She looked to the side to see Rarity and Coco waving to her, so she got up and hurried over, being led into a side room. There was a pegasus stallion inside that Scootaloo didn’t know, who was more interested in watching Coco than her, but right then she didn’t care if he saw her in all her glory, reaching to her neck and starting to unzip her flight suit.

The two mares gave her their assistance, and soon she was stepping out into the royal box, mane re-brushed and attired more formally. She gave the four alicorn mares and one unicorn stallion sat to her left a nod, then moved to the single earth pony stood at the side.

“Hey there, handsome.”

Pipsqueak, dressed in a tuxedo, turned with a smile, wrapping his arms around the pegasus mare and pulling her in for a passionate kiss, the pair ignoring the whooping coming from those who could see them. Pulling away with a giggle, Scootaloo took Pip’s hand and dragged him back into the corridor, passing a single earth pony stallion on their way.

The group that remained in the royal box were all surprised to see him, one mare in particular. As much as she wanted to ignore him, she watched him with a curious eye as he approached Ambassador Uma. She let out a shocked gasp as he knelt in front of the unicorn and bowed his head, Uma staring at him with a cocked head.

He bent down and took Mac’s hand, pulling him back up, and shook it to show there was no hard feelings. Giving him a nod, Uma turned back to watch as the teams of athletes from Equestria and Neighpon paraded through the stadium.

Mac saw Twilight out of the corner of his eye, but didn’t go over to her; he knew that she’d come over when she was ready, so he made his way to one of the empty seats, sitting next to his younger sister. He gave her a small smile then turned to watch the rest of the opening ceremony.

Upon the opening of the door, the two ponies were greeted with more fireworks lighting up the night sky outside. Grabbing her coltfriend’s hand, Scootaloo dragged him into the empty room and made him sit on the single chair placed right near the window.

Pipsqueak watched with a raised eyebrow as Scootaloo then shut and locked the door to the corridor, turning around with a coy smile as she sauntered back over to him. Her tail was swishing back and forth with a hypnotic effect, which he was knocked from as it flipped up and slapped his muzzle up.

His gaze was forced to meet hers, the luminous violet pools shining in the reflection of the lights from outside. Pip’s hands went around her waist and he pulled her into his lap, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as their lips met. Tongues wrestled for dominance as crotches grinded against each other, Scootaloo’s wings slowly spreading out.

Pip took the opportunity to move his hands to her wing joints and slowly massage them, making Scootaloo moan into his mouth. When their lips parted, Scootaloo tensed her arms and pulled Pip’s muzzle into her cleavage as his finger pressed over a rather tight knot in her wing muscles, her panting breaths causing his ear to flicker.

She bit her lip as he began to kiss his way up her neck, then started to lay several soft ones onto her muzzle, his fingers now sliding their way through her feathers. When they reached her primaries, Scootaloo pushed herself away with a growl, her hands going for Pip’s pants and nearly ripping the zipper off in her eagerness to get at the prize underneath.

Pip just let her work, a grin coming to his face as he felt her fingers wrap around his semi erect shaft, massaging it slowly to coax it to full life. Scootaloo lifted up her dress, revealing to her stallion that she had neglected to wear any underwear that evening. She straddled his lap, slowly sliding down, her moist marehood bringing a familiar warmth to his shaft.

Scootaloo’s hands rested on Pip’s shoulders, his on her waist, as she let him slip deeper into her folds. She pressed her lips to Pip’s in a passionate kiss, teasingly raising herself back up a little before lowering further down, repeating the actions as she felt Pip’s hands give her ass cheeks a firm squeeze.

Once their crotches met, Scootaloo grabbed Pip’s wrists and moved them behind his head, crossing them over one another. The stallion didn’t even resist as he felt rope being wrapped around them and tied off. He tried to bring them back to his front so that Scootaloo was caught in his arms, but he found the rope was tied on the other end to the base of the chair.

He pulled his muzzle away and looked up at her with a raised eyebrow, but she just smirked and started to roll her hips around. Her breathing became heavier, soon moans were heard, and she began to lift herself slightly from his lap and lower herself back down, increasing the height each time.

Pipsqueak found himself watching her in amazement, for no other mare he had ever been with had teased him in such a way, his male instincts screaming at him that he should be the one to set the pace, but there was nothing he could do from his current position.

Scootaloo then sped up her ascents and descents of his cock, her pussy eagerly sucking him back in when she pushed down, her walls hungrily squeezing his shaft in order to release his gift. Pip let out a grunt as he felt a strong twitch, biting his lip as he mentally berated his body for reaching the edge so soon.

The mare riding his shaft noticed, giving a small huff before going even faster, watching with satisfaction as Pip’s eyes closed and his head rolled back, mouth hanging open as he panted for breath. She could feel his member throbbing for release, the look on his face showing he was losing the battle to take care of the mare’s needs before his own.

Scootaloo was looking to break him of this mindset, so she began to slam herself down as hard and as fast as she could, smirking as she saw his arms tensing, but the rope held him in place. It didn’t take much longer, Pip letting out a long groan as his hips began to buck violently, his cock throbbing as it shot wave after wave of cum into Scootaloo.

She reached past her peak a moment later as she thrust down pretty violently, throwing her head back and letting loose a pleasured scream as her cunt tightened down around Pip and milked him for all he was worth.

Once she came down from her orgasm, Scootaloo stood and let him slip out, reaching around to untie his wrists. Covering himself back up, he was about to join her when she turned and sat in his lap once more, nuzzling in under his chin. Pip wrapped his arms around her and kissed the back of her neck.

Reaching to the side of the chair, Scootaloo found a handle and pulled it, then spun the chair around so that they were facing out into the stadium. There they remained, snuggled up, watching as the opening ceremony continued in earnest.

Author's Notes:

One scene got dropped, due to A) the wise counsel of my good friend Corwin, and B) Me being a complete and utter fucking idiot.