Sweetie 2 sat in her normal corner booth of a small Cloudsdale bar. She was sipping a beer and looking around the bar. She was reflecting on her current life. She had nothing to complain about really. She owned a pretty successful fudge shop that she opened thanks to a generous donation from Celestia. And she was a sexy gryphoness.Though 3’s wedding made her realize she was missing something.

“Why did everyone else get all the luck?” she complained, leaning her head on her arm. “Even the damn breezie has somebody… two somebodies actually.” She sighed and shook her head. “Now is not the time to have a pity party. But it is time to turn on the Sweetie Drops charm and nab myself a sexy mare or stallion.” She took a swig of her beer and scanned the room for a potential date.

She frowned, noting the lack of patrons in the bar. “Typical.” She downed her drink, gesturing for the bartender to pour her another glass. “Guess it’s another night of jerking it to the swimsuit issue with all the Wonderbolts.” She sighed and took a big gulp of her new beer. She slid him a few bits, sagging in her seat. “What’s a girl gotta do to find a nice pony in this town?” she muttered, looking out the window.

The chime of the front door caught her ear and she turned, blinking in surprise as one of the wonderbolts walked in. He was a light blue stallion with a messy navy mane and green eyes. There was no mistaking it, this was Soarin, the vice-captain of the team.

Sweetie looked up at the ceiling and said, “Dear Faust, thank you for this change in my luck.” She cleared her throat, smoothing over her plumage. “Hey, you looking for a seat?” she called over, patting the chair next to her. Soarin looked over and took the offered seat.

“Thanks, didn’t really feel like drinking alone tonight,” he said with a smile.

“Same.” She smiled, back, holding out a hand. “I’m Sw-Valkyrie.” She winced internally, chiding herself for nearly blurting out her former name.

“Valkyrie, that’s a pretty name,” he complimented. “I’m Soarin Skies… though I guess you knew that?” He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head.

“I suppose I do.” She nodded. “Though, I’ve never seen one of your shows.”

“I could pull a few strings and get you a backstage pass,” he offered as the bartender brought over his drink.

“Really?” she asked, eyeing him curiously.

“Sure, what’s the fun of authority if you don’t abuse it every once in awhile?” He chuckled and took a sip of his drink. “Plus, it’s my way of saying thanks for keeping me company tonight.”

“I’ll be glad to take it then.” she beamed, raising her glass before downing it. Soarin smiled and did the same.

“So what do you do for a living?” He asked.

“I own a fudge shop in town. It’s doin’ pretty well.”

“Heh, total admission here, I love sweet stuff,” he said. “I’ve carbo loaded with cookies and pie before a big show more often than I can count. I’ll have to check out your shop sometime.”

“It’ll be good for business,” she agreed. “So, you on break or something?”

“I got my paperwork done early,” he answered. “Thought I’d grab a cold one or two before heading home.”

“I feel ya. The paperwork always sucked.”

“Yeah, I guess the paperwork for a business is nothing to sneeze at either,” he said with a chuckle.

“Yeah...” she nodded, deciding it was better not to correct him.

“Have you been enjoying your time in Cloudsdale?” He asked, signalling for two more drinks.

“It’s not as warm as my old place but, living in the sky has its perks.”

“Yeah, I feel ya, living in the sky isn’t as warm as some places. But the view from some places and the Wonderbolts facility is amazing.” Soaring leaned back in his seat.

“I take it you’re a native?” Valkyrie took another sip of her drink, taking extra care nothing spilled from her beak.

“Yeah, I was born here,” Soarin replied with a nod . “But thanks to being a Wonderbolt, I’ve performed all over the world. If you want, I could show you some of my favorite spots in the city some time.”

“I’d like that a lot.” She looked up, thanking the bartender as he placed a set of drinks in front of them.

“Cool, so besides drinking in small bars, what do you usually do for fun?” Soarin asked, sipping his new drink.

“I’m kind of a boring person,” Valkyrie admitted rubbing her neck, “About the only hobby I have is martial arts.”

“Hey, martial arts is cool,” Soarin said with a smile. “I got really into it after basic training in the Wonderbolts. I study a few styles.”

“Oh yeah?” she asked, raising her eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he said. “Oh, and another hobby some of us got into thanks to the former guard captain was a game called Ogres and Oubliettes.”

“What now?” she asked, giving him a blank look.

“It’s this fantasy game where you make your own character and do all sorts of quests. It sounds pretty dorky… and it kinda is at first, but it’s actually pretty fun,” Soarin explained.

“I had no idea celebrities were dorks too,” she teased, flicking her tail a little.

“Hey, we’re people like everybody else,” he said, chuckling and smiling at her. “I even put my pants on one leg at a time and everything.”

“Are you always this charming?” Valkyrie asked, laughing with him.

“I dunno, are you always this good looking?” Soarin asked.

“I rock these feathers boy.” she smirked, winking at him.

“Yeah you do,” he agreed, his smile growing. “And you should see how I look in the Wonderbolts uniforms.”

“Do they even let griffons join?”

“Yeah, the Wonderbolts have had griffon members before,” Soarin answered. “The first ever griffon member was Jean Le Grande who joined in 753 A.N.M.”

“Huh, I did not know that.” She leaned back, looking him over.

“Yeah, they make you learn all about Wonderbolts history before you can join,” he said, leaning back and returning the favor. “I now know more about the history of the uniform than I even thought was possible.”

“Must have been boring.”

“Mostly it was stressful,” Soarin replied. “I wasn’t exactly the best student back in my school days. At one point I think I just had pure coffee running through my veins from the all night study sessions.”

“Sounds rough. I wasn’t one for school, dropped out when I was fifteen,” Valkyrie explained. “Don’t really need to go to school to learn candy making.”

“Yeah, school’s not for everyone.” Soarin shrugged. “But I had to stick with it to get in. And I’m glad I did. Being the vice captain is way more than I ever imagined being.” He smiled brightly, downing his drink.

“Didn’t they try to replace you with Rainbow Dash?” Valkyrie asked, only to regret that particular comment as soon as it slipped out.

“How did you hear about that?” Soarin asked with a tilt of his head. “That never made the press. Are you friends with Rainbow or something?”

“Er... a few friends of mine live in Ponyville and I heard it from them.” She tensed up, hoping he’d buy it.

“That makes sense,” he said with a nod. “And I forgave them for that. Spitfire’s biggest flaw is that she’s super competitive. Plus, her dad used to be the captain so maintaining the image of the Wonderbolts being the best fliers is important to her.”

Valkyrie let out a sigh of relief. “Must be hard for her to live up to him.”

“Spitfire’s the kind of mare that thrives on pressure,” Soarin said with a shrug. “But I don’t wanna talk about her, not when there’s a lovely hen that’s way more interesting.” He reached over and gently grasped her free hand.

“Me huh?” she asked, glancing down at his hand. “I’m not all that interesting.”

“I think you’re just being hard on yourself,” he said. “You’ve been holding my interest this whole time.”

“What's so interesting about me huh?”

“That’s easy,” he said with a smile. “You own your own business, you’re into martial arts, and you haven’t lost your mind because I’m a celebrity. That last trait is really hard to find, especially in Cloudsdale.” He then paused and gave her a lidded look. “The fact that all of that is attached to a smoking hot body is a very pleasant bonus.”

“Thanks, you're pretty hot too~” it was then she was reminded of the addition between her legs. She blushed, doing her best to hide the bulge from his eyes.

“Then maybe you won’t mind if I do this.” He put one of his hands behind her head and pulled her into a kiss. She blushed brighter but didn't pull away, leaning into him. Soarin wrapped his arms around her to bring them closer. His tongue then flicked against her beak, asking permission to enter. She opened it up, closing her eyes. The two continued to make out until their lungs screamed at them for air. Soarin panted and looked in her eyes. “I just found another interesting thing about you, you’re a great kisser.”

“So are you...” she stared into his eyes, her heart racing.

“Do you wanna head back to my place?” He asked, staring back into her eyes. “We could grab some coffee or whatever.”

“I uh...” she stuttered, not sure what to do.

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to seem forward,” Soarin rubbed his neck. “I got swept up in the moment and well… it’s been a little while. We don’t have to do that if you don’t want to. Wanna go out sometime though? I’d like to keep seeing you Valkyrie.”

“Well I um...” she rubbed her legs together, her face burning.

“Is something wrong?” He asked, tilting his head. “You look like you’ve got a fever or something?” He put his hand on her forehead. “Yeah, you’re kinda warm.”

“No I um...” she gulped, no longer able to hide the tent in her pants. Soarin caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye and did a double take.

“Oh…” was all he could say, his face unreadable.

“I-I’ll just go...” Valkyrie placed a few bits on the counter, getting up to leave.

“Valkyrie, wait!” Soarin grabbed her by the wrist. “Don’t leave yet. I’m sorry, I was just surprised, that’s all.”

“You don't think I’m a freak?” She asked, looking back at him.

“Of course not,” he assured her, meeting her gaze and smiling warmly. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thanks...” she blushed, shifting on her paws.

“So, since the cat’s out of the bag, do you want to head back to my place?” He asked, standing up.

“Getting punny are we?” She asked, giving him a smile.

“Couldn’t resist.” He chuckled. “But you didn’t answer the question.”

“Sure, I could use a cup of coffee.”

“I’ll have my servants brew up the finest beans,” he said in a posh accent as he took her hand and led her out of the bar. She leaned on him, swishing her tail. The two walked like that for a time, enjoying a pleasant silence until Soarin walked up the driveway of a fairly small cloudhouse. He fished out a key and opened the door for them. “Here we are, I’ll get that coffee ready.”

“Don't keep me waiting.” She walked by him, whacking him with her tail. He smiled, taking off his jacket and hanging it up. He led her to the couch and then dashed into the kitchen. He returned a few minutes later with a tray with two steaming cups and containers cream and sugar. He put the tray down on the coffee table and sat down next to her.

“I’m surprised you haven’t commented on the size of my place.” He chuckled.

“I’ve seen bigger,” she teased, taking her cup

“Well, I feel that a mansion would just be a waste considering how often I’m on the road.” He took his own cup and put cream and sugar in it. “This little place of my own is all I need for now.”

“I like it, it’s homey.” Valkyrie smiled, sipping at her cup.

“Thanks.” He smiled back at her and drank his own cup. “Please don’t think I’m rude for asking this but… what exactly do you have… plumbing wise?” His eyes glanced down at her lap.

“I have... both...” she explained slowly.

“Okay, I was fine either way, I just wanted to know.” He smiled and took another sip.

“Yeah?” She asked, raising her eyebrow.

“Sure, even if you just had the bulge, there was another option.” His eyes drifted to her ass.

“I'm not into that kinda thing fly boy.” She reached over, flicking his nose.

His nose scrunched up on reflex and he chuckled. “Then it’s a good thing you’ve got both. By the way, why did you ask about griffons being able to join the Wonderbolts?”

“Maybe I like the uniform?” She asked, winking at him.

“Heh, I think you’d look good in them.” He put down his cup. “If you’re serious, I could put you on a workout regimen that’d make you Wonderbolts material in like a year.”

“Seriously?” Valkyrie asked, shocked. “Then why did it take like four years for Dash to get in?”

“For her it wasn’t a matter of skill, but discipline,” Soarin answered. “She had all the right moves, but her cockiness and showboating held her back. We’re a flying team and a military branch, discipline’s key. Plus, she tried to get in without following proper procedure, no one gets in doing that.”

“Makes sense.” She nodded, sliding in closer.

“Yeah, if she had followed the proper channels sooner, she might have taken Spitfire’s place by now,” he said, sliding up to her as well. “Well, since we’ve finished our coffee, would you like me to show you the bedroom?” He gave her a smoldering look.

“Lead the way wonder-boy.”

Soarin smiled and took her hand, leading her down a hallway and opening the door to his bedroom. Once there, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a deep kiss. She returned the kiss, pressing against him. He moaned into the kiss and slid his hand down and started to unbutton her pants.

“Eager to see it huh?” She asked, wiggling out of her pants.

“You wish.” He smirked. “If I had gone for the shirt first, we’d have had to break the kiss.”

“Good point.” She grinned, striking a pose for him.

“Mmm, you’re a perfect ten, even with the extra bits between the legs,” Soarin complemented, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it into the open closet.

“I think you're a solid eight,” she replied, looking him over.

Soarin winced and clutched his chest. “Ouch, I think you wounded my pride. But maybe my rating will go up by the end of the night?” He smiled and pulled his belt off which was quickly followed by his jeans.

“Maybe it will~” she smiled, gazing at his crotch. He slid up to her and grabbed the bottom of her shirt.

“This’ll have to go~” He pulled her shirt off to reveal her black bra that matched her panties. She giggled her D cups bouncing, barely contained by her bra. Soarin grinned and quickly removed her bra. He then started to knead her chest. “These will look real good in the flight uniform.”

“I can't wait to see.” She moaned, her nipples hardening. He kissed her again and the two tumbled onto the bed with him on top. He then took her nipples and gave both a quick tug. “Oh yeah...that feels good...”

“Glad you like.” He tugged her nipples harder. “It’s gonna feel even better soon.” One of his hands reluctantly left her breasts and grabbed the waistband of her panties. He slid the offending article off and tossed it over his shoulder, her erection springing free.

“Well? What do you think?” She asked.

“Never expected to see a griffon dick before,” he commented and grabbed it, starting to slowly stroke her. “And it’s about as big as mine.” She let out a long moan, bucking her hips a little. “Looks like somebody’s a fan of handjobs~” he teased, stroking a little faster. He leaned his head down and took one of her nipples in his mouth, batting his tongue against it.

“It feels so good...” she slid her hand into his pants, brushing her talons against his own erection. He stroked her faster and gave her nipple a hard suck to encourage her. She wrapped her hands around it, stroking it. He moaned around her nipple, picking up his pace further. He then grazed her nipple with his teeth.

“Oh yeah...” she moaned, tearing his pants off.

“Heh, seems you’re eager,” he teased, pulling away from her nipple for a moment to switch to the other.

“Don't tell me you aren't.” She gave his balls a squeeze, rolling them around in her hand.

“You got me there.” He chuckled and pumped his hand faster, giving her shaft a gentle squeeze.

“Oh yeah..” she moaned, nipping his neck.

“Mmm, that feels pretty good with your beak,” Soarin moaned, his hand moving in a blur. “Keep doing that.” She did so, careful not to nip too hard. He moaned again and went back to sucking her nipple. Then, one of his hands dipped down and cupped her balls, rolling the orbs around carefully.

“O-oh...” she moaned, her knees shaking a little.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his hands never leaving her shaft and balls. “Do you want more?”

“Y-yes!” She bucked against his hands, tongue hanging out of her beak. He buried his muzzle in her neck, nipping and kissing it while the ministrations of his hands increased even further. She let out a shriek, covering his hands in warm jizz. He pulled away a smirk on his face.

“Now look at the mess you’ve made, don’t you think you should clean it up?” Soarin held his hands in front of her. She blushed, staring at his hand. “Well? I’m waiting.” He let a bit of cum drip onto her beak. She leaned forward, starting to lick his hand clean. “That’s a good birdie~” he cooed. “When you’re done, I’m gonna give that pussycat pussy of yours some attention.” She licked faster, cleaning his hand. He smiled, lifting her balls up to see her soaken slit. “Ooh, you’re so wet.”

“How could I not be?” She asked, looking into his eyes. He met her gaze and smiled.

“I guess you’re right. Now, let’s stuff this birdie.” He lined his erection up with her folds, pressing against her entrance urgently.

“Don't keep me waiting.” He just smiled, leaned down to kiss her, and pushed his flat head into her warm tunnel. “Oh yeah!” She bucked her hips back, pushing more of him in.

“Oh yeah,” he grunted and wrapped his arms around her. “You’re so tight, I’m fighting for every inch here.”

“Too much for ya huh?” She smirked. He smiled and rubbed the bases of her wings.

“Nope, the opposite actually. This is perfect for me.” she gasped, her wings starting to stiffen. He smirked down at her and rubbed a little harder, working tension out of her flight muscles. “Too much for ya, huh?”

“Ha! I’ve had worse.” She smirked, moving back against him. He grinned and picked up the pace, pushing half his length into her while his fingers danced along her wings. She shuddered, her wings pomfing out. He continued to push inside her as he rubbed her wings. He then tugged on a crooked feather and gently removed it.

She shivered, clicking her beak.

“Wow, your feathers look like you’ve never preened them before,” Soarin commented, hilting inside her and removing another damaged feather.

“I haven't...” she muttered, digging her claws into the bed.

“Well, that’s about to change.” He pulled out until only the head remained inside and thrusted back in. He built up a slow rhythm, preening her the entire time.

“Oh Faust that feels good...” she moaned, her tongue hanging out of her beak.

“Yeah, nothing beats being preened during sex,” he said, moving his hips a little faster.

“It's amazing!”

“I’m glad you like it,” he ran his fingers through her feathers, plucking any damaged feathers he came across. She squirmed and mewled, her wings as stiff as boards. He smirked and started driving his hips into her even faster, continuing to preen her and straighten her feathers out.

“Neh...” she moaned at, digging her talons into his bed. He leaned down, nipping at her neck while his hands worked through her wings and he pumped his hips into her velvety depths. “I-I’m close...” she squeaked out, looking back at him.

“Mmm, me too,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming a little jerky. “Where do you want me to finish?”

“Wherever you want...” she smiled, winking at him. He pumped his hips a few more times and threw his head back, moaning as he fired his seed into her. He tugged on two of her primary feathers to further stimulate her. She let out a screech, her body trembling as she reached her climax. A moment later, she collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. Soarin let out a satisfied sigh and wrapped his arms around her, his softening length remaining inside her.

“Wow, that was probably the best orgasm of my life,” he said, holding her tight.

“Yeah... gotta agree with you there.” Valkyrie laughed, nuzzling his neck.

“So, when did you wanna start your training?” he asked, kissing her cheek.

“I...” She looked into his eyes, letting out a long sigh. “Soarin, I like you a lot so I gotta ask, do you think this is gonna be something that lasts?”

“I want it to last,” he told her. “I’m not into one night stands. I like the idea of finding a special someone and settling down someday. I like you a lot too, Val.”

She smiled, nipping at his neck. “Can you pass me my pants?”

“Aww, but that would mean letting go of you,” he whined, clutching onto her like a child would a teddy bear.

“I’m serious Soarin’, this is important.”

“Okay.” He kissed her cheek and got out of bed, grabbing her pants and holding them out for her.

“Thanks.” She took them from him, rummaging around until she pulled out an envelope, stamped with Celestia’s seal. “I really don't wanna start a relationship like this but, I need you to read this and sign it.” Soarin quirked a brow and read the contents of the envelope.

“Huh, what’s this supposed to mean?” he asked, slightly confused.

“It means that if you tell anyone about what I tell you without permission from Celestia, you’ll face permanent banishment from the country.” Soarin nodded and signed.

“Okay, this is a little weird, but I trust you, Val. And I’d never betray your trust by running my mouth when I shouldn’t.”

“Wow, that's a lot of trust to put in someone you just met,” she commented.

“I dunno how to explain it, I just get a good feeling from you,” he replied with a shrug.

“Remember when you said it looked like I’ve never preened before? Well, that's because I haven't. I’ve only been alive for about three months.”

“I’m sensing there’s a story here,” Soarin said, urging her to continue as he blinked owlishly. “Otherwise I’m gonna need a good lawyer.”

“I'm... a clone.” She shuffled her wings, rubbing her arm.

“How did that happen?” he asked, sitting next to her on the bed.

“The original is Agent Sweetie Drops. She was on assignment to stop a pair of chaos disciples when they captured her.”

“Ah, so chaos shenanigans,” Soarin said with a nod. “Say no more. But, this isn’t gonna scare me away. I’m still willing to give this a chance.” He took hold of her talon.

“I have all of her memories up until the moment I came into existence.” She leaned against him. “I know it’s not my life but, it still hurts. Whenever my mind wanders, I call myself Sweetie, wonder what crazy thing is gonna rock Ponyville next, but then I remember, that's not really me...”

“Hey, I’ll be here for you to keep you in the present,” Soarin assured, putting his arm around her. “For as long as you want me around.”

“Of course I do.” She snuggled into his chest. “As long as you don't mind a clone.”

“As far as I’m concerned, you’re an original,” he said as he held her close.

“Thanks Soarin’.” She gave him a peck on the cheek, closing her eyes.

“Hey, gotta butter up my girl,” he said, laying down with her. She snorted, whacking him with her tail. “Just for that, I’m going full drill sergeant during your training,” he teased.

“Bring it on feather head,” she shot back.

“Who you callin’ feather head?” he retorted, ruffling the feathers on her head. “You’re the feather head in this relationship.”

“You’re just jealous my dick is bigger.”

“Oh please, your dick isn’t bigger than mine,” Soarin replied with a chuckle.

“Yes it is and you know it.”

“Uh huh, and it’s tearing me apart inside,” he said with a roll of his eyes.

“I know, I can see it in your eyes.”

“It really is, I’m gonna cry myself to sleep over this.”

“Don't worry love, you can have my dick whenever you like.” She licked his lips, grinding her crotch against his.

“Likewise.” He pulled her into a deep kiss, matching her movements. She smiled, and like lightning had him pinned under her. “Haven’t had enough of me yet?” he asked with a smirk.

“No, I don't think I have.” She smirked, nipping at his neck.

“So, now that you’ve got me pinned, what are you gonna do?” he asked, testing her grip.

“What do you think stud? I got a nice piece of meat between my legs and I still need to try it out.”

“H-hey, that’s not fair,” he said, his eyes widening and he started to struggle. “I don’t get a shot at your ass but you’re gunning for mine?”

“If you really wanted me to stop.” She cupped his chin leaning in close. “You’d tell me to stop.”

He shook his head and chuckled, “Okay, you got me there. I’m not opposed to this sort of thing.”

“Good boy. Now what do you want filled first? Your mouth?” She brushed his lips with a talon. “Or your ass?” She gave it a squeeze, gazing into his eyes.

“How about I give you a bit of a spitshine and then you knock at the backdoor?” he suggested, winking at her.

“I like the way you think.” She pushed on his shoulders, sliding him down along the bed. He let her lead him down, kissing her tip when he was level with her erection. She licked her beak, pressing the tip against his lips. He opened his mouth and let it slide inside.