(I left Zephyr to write the dialogue between C64 and C65 in his fic ‘Memories of Zephyr’. Here's the link)

Edit: I will be putting Zeph's chapter in OoaL soon.

Chapter 65: Flight

Dusk had finished talking to Zephyr, and had left the hospital, feeling like he knew a little bit too much about his friend’s private life. He didn’t think that Zephyr would find a way to still have sex with broken ribs, even with painkillers. He doesn’t know much about medicine, but he still knew that painkillers wouldn’t have taken away all of the pain. However, he could say that he expected Zephyr to do something like this. He seems to be that sort of pony anyway.

Trying to get the thoughts of Zephyr and Twilight out of his mind, he begins to walk back towards the main room of the hospital, to try and set up an appointment with somepony who could tell him how his wings were holding up. He recalls that he planned to do something after he had done all this, but he couldn’t remember what it was.

‘Mental note to self, make more mental notes.’

He walks the rest of the way trying to remember what he had planned. He completely forgotten about everything that had to do with it. He didn’t know if it was important, nor did he know where and when he was supposed to do it. He thinks that it may have something to do with the Hospital, but he wasn’t too sure...

After asking for an appointment with one of the doctors, he sat in the empty waiting room, and thought about what task could have slipped his mind. He didn’t have long to think however, since he was called up almost immediately to see the Caramel unicorn lookalike doctor. (That has got to be his fanon name.) He half cursed, and half thanked his luck, since it takes so much longer to book an appointment at a place like Manehatten.

So he steps inside the room that the doctor directed him to. Since Dusk had requested a check up on his injured wing, there were a few pieces of equipment that were set up, and ready to use. Dusk told him about why he had come, explaining about how he had tried to fly, (leaving out anything involving the incident with Rarity) about his lack of wing stretching, and lastly, about how his wing still hurt when spread out. Thinking of it as nothing to worry about, the doctor starts doing his planned tests.

It took them about twenty minutes to do all of the required tests to his wing. As it turns out, his wing wasn’t in disrepair, but it was recovering at a slower rate. Apparently, by this point of the recovery, he should be able to fly for short stints before the pain emerged. He told Dusk that he should be back at full strength in about another four to five days, which was three days over the original recovery time. He explained to him that the stress of the early flight, as well as the lack of doing the mandatory wing stretches had slowed the recovery process of his muscles. While it was disheartening news, he took it in his stride as he left the hospital. He still cursed his memory when he couldn’t figure out what the final task of the day was.

He chose to stop thinking about this unknown task, and to just have a normal walk back to Fluttershy's. It would come back to him eventually... right?

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It was starting to get late by the time that Dusk had gotten back to Fluttershy's. The sky had been cleared of all of its cloud cover, and so Dusk could see that the sun was setting. It looked to be about 5:30 to 6:00pm. Inside the house, Fluttershy appeared to be making a some soup in a moderately sized cooking pot. It has only just been put on the heat, and it seems that she was too distracted by the meal to notice Dusk.

Not wanting to startle her, Dusk quietly greets his marefriend, “Hello Fluttershy.” He says with a subtle smile on his muzzle.

She looks up at him, and starts to drift closer to him. “Good evening Dusk." She pauses as she lightly kisses  him on the cheek, which causes him to blush. "So how is your wing? Did the check up go well?"

"I-It went well." He is still in a flustered state, which made proper speech a little bit harder. "M-My right wing is recovering at a slower pace, but otherwise, it is still okay."

"Well that's still good news." Her usual hesistant voice became more sultry. She gave him the 'bedroom eyes' as she spoke, "Because I am hoping that we could try something new tonight, if you are up to it."

‘Well this is all a bit sudden but...win.’

“I’d like that Shy, but don’t you think that you should take the soup off the heat? We wouldn’t want the house to burn down or anything.” He says with a hint of sarcasm.

Hearing this, she walks back into the kitchen, and moves the still cold pot of soup onto an unheated stove top. "Well it looks like that won't be a problem now." She says expectantly.

"Well then... shall we?"

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The two were both on the top of her bed, in the middle of deep, passionate kiss. Dusk could feel himself losing control, under Fluttershy’s forceful influence. They were both in pure bliss, as they held their kiss until they were finally forced to let each other go to breathe. Both of them were breathing heavily as Dusk comments on her in between quieting breaths. “Fluttershy, I had... I had no idea you could be so aggressive. I’m impressed.”

'I hardly ever see her like this, it is like she is a new Fluttershy; more confident.'

"Me neither, but I kind of like the feeling." Admits Fluttershy, who is still breathing heavily after their passionate, loving embrace.

"Yeah me too." He says challengingly, before giving her a kiss of his own to hee, which startles her. She adds a bit more force onto the kiss, which Dusk happily accepts. He is caught off guard when he feels Fluttershy's tongue feel its way through his mouth. He instinctively freezes from the feelings of pleasure that overwhelm him; he is completely under her influence. She continues this with very little resistance from the stallion, until she needed to stop for breath.

Fluttershy could tell that something seemed off about Dusk. She immediately assumes the worse, as she timidly asks, “A-Are you okay Dusk? Oh dear, I shouldn’t have done that. I won’t do that anymore if you don’t want me to okay...” She sounds regretful, but there is also a hint of disappointment in her voice.

“W-Wait a sec.” He says, while waving both of his forehooves to try and stop Fluttershy, “I like it, but it just took me by surprise and I sort of froze up. You’ve got nothing to worry about Shy, I kind of like it when you are this forward, but I reckon I can still teach you a few new moves.”

Her worried gazed turns back into a more seductive look, “How interesting, would you care to show me?”

‘The confident Shy is back again, that’s good...’

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After some time, the two had finished their rather enjoyable moment, and had started to revert back into their more ‘normal’ lives. They both had their dinner together, (the soup was delicious) washed up, and did their usual things before they went to sleep. They had both decided to go to bed a little bit earlier than usual, since their past ‘activities’ had tired them out. They embraced for the last time of the day, before they fell into a deep slumber.

(Three days later)

“I believe that it is time.”

Dusk is standing outside of Fluttershy’s cottage, looking up at the clear, dark skies of Ponyville. He isn’t focusing on anything in particular, but he was trying to get a feel of his surroundings. There is a light breeze blowing north of the cottage, slowly making its way towards Ponyville. It is also a little bit chilly outside, but he knew that the weather ponies needed to do this to prepare for another snowy day. The conditions, if you count out the chill, were perfect for him.

He closes his eyes as he breathes in the clear night air, which turns into the look of determination as he breathes back out. He primes his wings as he starts a progressively faster run down the wide dirt trail near the house. When he gathers enough speed, he jumps up into the air, and starts to flap his wings to gain more air. He could feel himself start to speed through the air, as he feels the euphoric feeling of flight course throughout his body. He could do nothing else, but to smile ecstatically. His gift of flight, which has be gone for so long, is finally back, and he absolutely loves it. He is now quite a distance from the cottage, and all he could do is laugh in utter joy.

‘My flight, it is back, and it feels so good!’ Next Chapter: Chapter 66: Of White Lies Estimated time remaining: 1 Hour, 14 Minutes