takes place during and slightly after S1 E16, (Sonic Rainboom.)

Earlier

It had started out normally, get up, eat breakfast, train for a bit, and then head down to the cloudaseum to judge, along with Spitfire, Misty Fly, and Wave Chill, the Best Young Flier’s Competition.

It had gone smoothly for the first part, thirteen Pegasi had performed various stunts and flying tricks around the arena, hoping to be crowned best young flier. To Soarin, only a few had truly impressed him, not that any of them were bad. For him personally, he was looking for a standout young mare or stallion, and only numbers 3 and 7 had really done that for him.

Then, a white unicorn with a dark purple mane emerged, all made up with fake lashes, and a rather stunning pair of butterfly shaped wings, clear with a sparkling of green, yellow, and pink. They truly were something, but no way were they natural. She had begun flying when a female pegasus flew out, a number 15 on her flank, and looking rather... nervous. From what he could tell from where he was standing, she had a cyan blue coat and a rainbow coloured mane that was rather messy yet seemed to suit her.

While the unicorn was performing, number 15 had begun shifting through a pair of cloud trees, and it was going smoothly until she crashed into the seats of the stadium, which caused three stallions to laugh and call her ‘something Crash’. Nonetheless, she recovered, and began her way up to the sky, swirling clouds around and making them spin, she was doing quite well, he noted, until a piece of cloud hit her body and caused the cloud to fly straight at Princess Celestia herself. No one was hurt, and he couldn’t help but feel sorry for the princess and the young mare who was clearly trying her best. His green eyes shifted towards the unicorn, who was finishing a pirouette and started to soar higher and higher into the sky, reaching so she was right in front of the sun.

“Look upon me, Equestria!” she had shouted and threw her forelegs out to the side. “For I am Rarity!”
Glorious light streamed from her wings down onto the other ponies, leaving Soarin staring at the beautiful glow. Only for a second though, as the sun burned her wings right up and they evaporated, leaving Rarity falling to the ground at lightning speed.

Lucky for her, the Wonderbolts bolted quickly from their positions and soared towards the ground in their efforts to save her. Once they caught up to her, her panicked flailing hooves kicked him, Spitfire, and Misty Fly square in the face, knocking him out.

Then he was awake, along with his fellow teammates, just as disoriented as he was.

“What happened?” Spitfire demanded, looking at the medic who was checking them for injuries.

“You were knocked out, Captain. A young mare saved you three and the other girl who you were trying to rescue. Then she performed the sonic rainboom. Seems like she may win,” the doctor replied calmly. He turned to Soarin, who still felt slightly dizzy. “Follow my hoof.” A few moments later, he turned his flashlight off and nodded. “You all seem to be okay, take it easy for the rest of the day and don’t overwork it tomorrow. You’re lucky she was there for you.”

Spitfire nodded and stood up, motioning for the other two to do the same. “Thank you, doctor. We appreciate it a lot.”

The doctor’s eyes glowed at her words. “Y-your welcome, um, Captain. It was my pleasure,” he stuttered, finally coming to terms that he was amongst the famous team.

Soarin and Misty Fly nodded their thanks before walking out of the tent and down to meet Wave Chill, who was there in an instant. “Are you guys alright?” he asked, staring at them intently. Though he meant the question for all of them, he was mainly looking at Spitfire.

Soarin nodded. “My head hurts,” he said, “and my pride,” he added quietly.

Spitfire nudged him and beckoned for them to follow her. “You’re fine. We’ll take it easy tomorrow, but then we’re back to full swing, got it?” she asked sternly, with only a hint of affection in her voice. She was a great captain. Stern, smart, capable, professional. But she was a great friend too. Caring, teasing, funny, sympathetic and passionate.

“Yes ma’am,” Soarin mumbled and continued walking.

“Good,” she replied. “I’d like to thank the pony who saved us. I think she’s over there with Princess Celestia. After all, we do get to spend some time with her now.”

Misty Fly nodded. “Sounds good. I heard she’s the only other pony besides a young filly to pull off the sonic rainboom.”

Soon enough, the three reached the princess and rainbow maned pegasus surrounded by a purple unicorn, another yellow pegasus, two earth ponies, one pink and one orange, and the white unicorn in a hot air balloon, makeup and wings gone.

Soarin put on a smile as Spitfire tapped the crowned pony on the shoulder just as she was saying how she wished she had met the Wonderbolts when they were awake, then stepped back slightly as she turned around.

“Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!” she squealed, eyes lighting up as a big smile stretched across her face.

Spitfire spoke up. “So you’re the little pony who saved our lives. We really wanted to meet you, and say thanks.”

The mare’s hoof was still pressed to her mouth, still in shock. She was pretty, Soarin thought. Bright, prismatic mane that looked like it styled itself, a clean and shiny cyan coat, and brilliant, large magenta eyes with thick lashes. Definitely attractive. She had a wild, carefree look to her. It was kinda sexy.

“Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!” she exclaimed again.

Just then, Princess Celestia and her royal guards touched down. Thy all bowed. “Hello, Twilight Sparkle,” she greeted the purple unicorn. “And hello to your friends too.”

The white unicorn known as Rarity started to speak. “Princess Celestia, I’m sorry I ruined the competition. Rainbow Dash here really is the best flyer in Equestria.”

“I know she is, my dear. And that’s why for her incredible act of bravery, and her spectacular sonic rainboom, I’m presenting the prize for best younger flyer, to this year’s winner, Miss Rainbow Dash!” the princess exclaimed and placed a gold crown with two wings attached on her head.

Soarin watched as her friends all cheered and picked Rainbow Dash up, while she further exclaimed plenty of ‘oh my goshes’. Soarin couldn’t help but be amused at the fan girl and her excited persona. So far, she seemed like most fans, except for one difference; she had saved his life. A Wonderbolt’s life. His life. He wanted to repay her, but couldn’t think how as she rejected the three stallions who had laughed at her earlier in their request to hang out and fly away with him and Wave Chill into the sky.

Now:

Getting to know her was pretty cool. Yeah, she was pretty starstruck most of the time, but she had told them her name, that she was from Cloudsdale, how she wanted to be a Wonderbolt, and that she had helped defeat Nightmare Moon once. Oh, and apparently she was the filly who had performed the legendary stunt.

They even had a race with him, Spitfire, Misty, and Wave Chill, and Soarin was surprised when she actually beat them by a mere fifth of a second, with Spitfire second, Wave Chill third, and him and Misty tied for last. He had never been more impressed by a fan, hell, she was probably just as great, if not a better flier than he was! It had been nice getting to know her, but still, he longed for someone who treated him as more than just his status, and the only ponies who seemed to do that were, well, his fellow Wonderbolts. Still, as he lay there finally drifting off, he still couldn’t get the sound of her uniquely raspy voice out of his head. Thank you, Rainbow Dash,he thought.

takes place during and slightly after S1 E26 (The Best Night Ever.)

The flash of cameras, elite Canterlot ponies, fancy food, and another show had been Soarin’s night. Oh, and of course, the best apple pie he’d ever tasted, which of course, he’d only gotten to taste because of a certain rainbow-haired pegasus. She had definitely left a lasting impression on him, no matter how little time he had spent in her company. Other ponies would think it would be stupid for a pie saving to mean something, but to Soarin, it meant a lot. Pie, apple in particular, was something he had always been and always would be, fond of.

Earlier:

The Wonderbolts had just finished a spectacular show for the gala, and while his teammates made their towards the VIP section to hang out, take photos, and spend time with fans, Soarin was looking for something to eat. Ever since he could remember, he had always had a rather big appetite. But being a professional athlete did that to you. And so he walked around the castle grounds, in search of something that didn’t have ‘high-class’ written all over it.

He had been looking for around fifteen minutes, and he didn’t see any stands in sight. Sighing, he continued his walk back to the grounds, but came upon a stand filled with apple flavoured treats, his favourite. A big smile lit up his face as he began walking towards it, and saw an orange earth pony standing beside it, wearing a fashionable cow girl dress with her blonde hair in a braid. “Howdy partner!” she greeted with a southern accent. “You hungry?”

He laughed a little. “As a horse!”

“Well, whatcha catering for? Caramel apple, apple pie, apple fritter, apple fries?” she listed, pointing to each treat.

Soarin thought for a moment, but he knew there was one thing he really wanted. He pointed to a delicious looking pie in the right corner. “I’ll take that big apple pie!” he exclaimed happily.

He dropped two bits into the barrel and she handed him the treat. “Why thank you kindly, sir.”

As he walked away, he could hear her cheer and felt good about supporting something hopefully local while getting some really good pie. Win-win. He walked back to the VIP section and saw Blaze and Surprise talking to some fans.

Just then, Spitfire swooped down and gave him an amused smile. “Always hungry after a show, eh, Soarin?” she asked.

He snorted a little. “Yeah!” Unfortunately, it was his mouth that was holding the pie, and as soon as he spoke, it released, and Soarin saw, in very slow motion, his pie falling to the ground. “My pie!” he yelled, a horrified expression on his muzzle.

A flash of a blue coat and she was there, holding it in her hooves, a split second from spilling everywhere. She checked to make sure it was okay, and then rose a bit, holding it out to him.

He kept his expression neutral yet thankful. He recognized this mare, with a mane like hers it was easy to. She had saved his life, won the title of best young flier, and saved his pie. He gazed at her outfit. She had on a rainbow streaked dress with fluffy cloud trimming, golden laced up silk shoes, and a necklace with purple beading around her elegant neck. What he really liked though, was her hair. That spectacular rainbow mane had been curled and fluffed, and tied to the side, with a leaf of gold laurel near her bangs, hooking around her ears. She smiled sweetly, lighting up her rosy pink eyes. She was a sight to behold.

“You saved it,” he said gently, sending her his best smile. “Thanks.” He took the pie from her hooves.

“Hey, no prob,” she replied.

He walked away from her, instead focusing on how hungry he was, and dove face first. The crust was flaky, filling sweet, warm, fresh with a hint of spice. Heaven, he thought. Through his loud chewing, he could hear them converse in the background.

“Hey, I know you,” Spitfire said. “You’re the pony who saved us in Cloudsdale and one the Best Flier Competition.”

“Hey, yeah!” the mare exclaimed. “Name’s Rainbow Dash!”

Rainbow Dash, he thought through mouthfuls of apple filling. Right. What a fitting name.

“Well, Rainbow Dash, looks like your skills saved us again. Well, at least they saved Soarin’s apple pie,” Spitfire replied with a sly smile.

He could tell by her tone that she was also impressed. He knew Spitfire inside and out. After all, they had grown up together. They were practically siblings. He could feel their eyes on him as he sloppily gobbled up his treat. Normally he would have been embarrassed, especially in front of a dressed up, attractive mare, but he was too euphoric to care, even as they shared a little chuckle at his performance.

“Wanna come hang out with us?” his captain invited.

“Sure, why not?” the mare said, trying to play it cool as she began following them. As he was close to finishing his pie, he glanced up, and saw her stop, a huge smile on her features. “I’m. Hanging. With the Wonderbolts!” she exclaimed. “Ahh!” she giggled and pranced in place, overwhelmed with excitement at getting to spend time with her idols, before hurriedly skipping in.

Soarin grinned as he finished his pie. She was something, alright. Definitely cute. Definitely fast. Even though he barely knew her, she stood out to him in a way no mare had before. Even the ones he had liked. She had spunk, he decided, and could tell she was a pony who shone and stood out brightly, just like her mane. As he made his way to mingle and take photos with fans, his amusement disappeared. In his eyes, they were only ponies who liked him for his status. Some of them didn’t even know his name, and the questions were always the same. ‘What’s it like being a Wonderbolt?’, ‘How fast are you?’, ‘How long have you been doing this?’, ‘Good job on the last show, how’d you do that trick?’. Repetitive, boring, tiring.

Two hours later and he was still having boring small talk with stuck up ponies, getting dragged for photos, and accepting fake compliments. Truthfully, he was trying to get to know Rainbow Dash, who was clearly making an effort to impress them, but just as he thought he had gotten away, he was dragged back. He could see Fleetfoot getting tired as well, along with Lightning Streak, which said something. He always loved talking about himself and his accomplishments. As well as flirting with pretty mares, which Canterlot seemed to have a lot of. Eventually, Soarin stopped focusing on Rainbow Dash, and tried to get this evening over with and done. He was sleepy and borderline annoyed with all of this— the Grand Galloping Gala was always the same.

However, the night took an interesting turn as noise was all around and a statue of horse teetered, and as it fell, Rainbow Dash had swooped in and caught it, landing on her back. Only for a minute though, as her body clearly couldn’t handle the weight of it, and she began to wobble back and forth, effectively crashing into poles and other things around the castle. Then, a yellow pony with a pink mane, all scratched up, barged right in after a group of frightened looking animals. “You’re. Going. To love me!” she howled.

At that moment, everything had burst into chaos, and Soarin caught everybody, including Rainbow Dash, running around trying to escape the madness that was tonight. Spitfire looked at her team, who was all gathered in a group and she nodded. “Let’s get out of here, we’ll send the princess a letter thanking her for the invite. Let’s go Bolts!” she commanded, and they all whipped out of the castle until they were far away before slowing down.

“Wow,” Soarin exclaimed, “that was...”

“Totally unexpected,” Blaze said, stunned.

Fleetfoot, Misty Fly, Rapidfire, and Fire Streak laughed and grinned. “That was awesome!” they yelled.

“Totally!” Surprise shouted, excitement in her eyes. “Usually that place is so boring.”

Soarin chuckled and flew towards Spitfire, who was rolling her eyes despite smiling. “They’re insane, aren’t they, Clipper?”

Soarin grinned. “Don’t tell me you’re just noticing that.”

Wave Chill flew up to join them as they neared the headquarters and touched down, everypony walking to the locker room. “You okay, Captain? You look a little worn out.” He had a hint of worry in his voice.

Spitfire shrugged it off. “Yeah, I’m good, Chill. Let’s just get some shut eye. You guys have tomorrow off from training!” she shouted and they all whooped and cheered, yawns escaping their mouths as they peeled off their uniforms, brushed their teeth, and hopped into bed, most of the team falling asleep as soon as their heads hit their pillows.

Now:

He had climbed into bed, stomach full, muscles sore, but nonetheless, a smile on his face as the thought of the cyan blue mare who had saved him again. I barely know you, yet I have the need to repay you so badly.

takes place during S2 E26 (A Canterlot Wedding Pt. 2)

The newlyweds waved to the ponies of Equestria, smiling brightly. After the two had been reunited, the true Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, and of course, Captain of The Royal Guard, Shining Armour. Soarin watched with everypony, smiling at the sweet couple. He had always liked Princess Cadance. A wedding that had started out horribly, the changeling taking the princess’s place was whom trying to feed off love, Queen Chrysalis, had been defeated by the couple’s love for each other, and she and her minions had been banished back to her home. The real wedding had happened, and it was a rather heartfelt sight. As he watched their ‘I dos’ he had looked at her bridesmaids, the group of girls who had saved Equestria a couple times. He had learned their names.

Twilight Sparkle, Shining Armour’s sister and best mare, Rarity, the beautiful white unicorn he had attempted to save at the Best Young Flier’s Competition, Applejack, who had sold him the best apple pie at the Gala, Fluttershy, who had been the key to Ponyville successfully getting the water up to Cloudsdale. Pinkie Pie, a party pony who reminded him of his teammate Surprise, not that he had had much interaction with her. That left one more mare, a cyan pegasus with a rapturing rainbow coloured mane, bright magenta eyes, and a willful, adventurous personality. The mare who had saved his life, Equestria, and of course, his apple pie. Her name was Rainbow Dash, a pony who had impressed Soarin every time they had come in contact. She looks great,he thought to himself.

Spitfire had asked him to go to represent the elite flying team, considering she had lots of paperwork to do, and had thought Princess Celestia would appreciate having the second-in-command. Although he had been on the fence, considering the crowds of stuck up fans, he was glad he had appeared to witness the matrimony.

Now they were down by the garden and the pit, and he was watching the groom lead his bride in a loving slow dance, twirling her around and letting her lean on him. It was times like this where Soarin wished he had some pony to love. It never seemed to be his forte, and ended up with him unhappily going on dates and mindlessly ending up in their beds. It was a little lonely, and although he wouldn’t change his career for anything, it didn’t leave a lot of time for things like romance. Things like finding somepony to spend your time with.

“Let’s get this party started!” Pinkie Pie announced, signalling DJ Pon 3, who started up a catchy beat, and the pink pony tossed a microphone, which Twilight caught with her magic.
“Love is in bloom,” she sang, smiling. “A beautiful bride, a handsome groom, two hearts, becoming one, a bond that cannot be undone because love is in bloom, a beautiful bride, a handsome groom...”

Her pretty voice continued singing, and all around him ponies started dancing to the beat. He caught the six mares on the dance floor, all moving, smiles on their faces. His eyes followed until they landed on Rainbow Dash, her eyes closed, hooves tapping and body swaying to the music. She was totally entranced, tuning out everything else. His curiosity and physical attraction got the best of him, and he couldn’t resist walking towards her to see her up close. Ask her to dance! Surely she wouldn’t turn down a Wonderbolt.

Taking a deep breath, he tapped her on the shoulder a couple times until she stopped and swirled to face him. Her eyes widened and she smiled happily, lighting up those rather magnificent orbs. “Oh my gosh!” she exclaimed, obvious delight on her features. “Um, I mean, what’s up, Soarin?” She shook her head. “Sorry, Commander Soarin!” she corrected herself, muttering that she was an idiot.

He chuckled at her reaction. “Call me, Soarin. How are you, Miss Rainbow Dash?” he inquired.

She snorted a little and waved a hoof. “Please, just call me Rainbow Dash. I-I don’t deserve any formalities, unlike you, sir.”

Soarin sighed, hoping she wasn’t going to be so... fan-girly the entire time. He wanted to know Rainbow Dash, the hero and pony, not the obsessive yet cute squealy fans

“Now, come on,” he said. “Seriously. Tonight I’m just Soarin. I kinda wanna try to get away from the whole Wonderbolt thing tonight.”

Her face changed to one of confusion. “What do you mean? Don’t you like the fame? All the admirers?”

He shrugged, tapping his hoof. “It is nice to have all the support. But... I get tired of getting treated like I’m better than everypony else.”

“But you’re special! You’re a Wonderbolt,” she replied.

He smiled faintly, sighing. “Yes, I am, and I love it. It’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted to be. But, behind all that, I’m normal. I have things I like, things I don’t, hobbies, friends, a family, I’m messy, I sleep too much, I’m obsessed with pie. It gets tiring, you know. People only care about Soarin the Wonderbolt. Not me, Soarin the pony. The only ponies who do are my teammates. Besides,” he added with a slight smirk. “I haven’t saved Equestria before. Twice.”

“You heard about that?” she asked, grinning. “I was pretty awesome!” she bragged, wings opening up.

“Yeah! You see? I’m normal.”

She folded her wings and looked at the ground thoughtfully. “I’m sorry,” she told him, hesitantly meeting his gaze.

He frowned. “What for?”

She shrugged. “Treating you like you’re some prize. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll always idolize you and your teammates, but I don’t want you to think I only care about your status. I was probably like that before, but... the way you put it... it’d be cool to get to know you.” She smiled and stepped closer. “You, Soarin the pony. All of you, as someone more than a celebrity.”

He was taken aback at her apology and honesty. There she went, impressing him again. He looked at her rainbow skirt, adorned with cloud trim, just like at the gala. Except there was no shoes on her hooves. Her mane was styled in a side pony, tied with a golden band, and a headband with three flowers bunched on the side, sitting on her head like some sort of tiara. She looked stunning. Realizing he was just plain staring, he met her gaze, trying to keep the slight flush off his cheeks.
“Thanks for that.” He smiled. “You’re something else, Rainbow Dash.”

She grinned. “I am, aren’t I?” she chuckled. “Thanks, though.” She glanced around, music still playing. “So, where’s everyone else?”

“What do you mean?”

She giggled. “The other Wonderbolts, silly. I thought they’d be here, considering it’s a royal wedding, you know?”

“Oh,” he said. “Spitfire was busy with stuff and she wanted to send me, since I’m second-in-command.”

“Huh, alright,” she said, a hint of disappointment in her voice, but it vanished. “I’m glad you’re here though!”

“Me too,” he said gently, gazing at her.

A blush rose up on her cheeks and she rubbed her neck. “Soarin, do you perhaps... wanna...” she motioned to the dance floor.

“Dance?” he asked, grinning. “Thought you’d never ask!”

With that, they began to dance, hooves moving and them laughing together. It was fun and natural, her enjoying herself and not worrying about how to act in front of him. Refreshing. “So,” he called over the music. “How’d you become a bridesmaid?”

“Well, my friend, Twilight,” she motioned to the purple unicorn. “Her brother is the groom and Princess Cadance used to foalsit her when she was a filly. They’re still close.”

“What’d you get to do to help?” he asked.

Dash shrugged, bobbing her head. “I helped Applejack bake a bit, and Fluttershy with birds, but I wasn’t very helpful. I tried with Pinkie and planning the afterparty, but she’s too serious when it comes to parties,” she laughed a little. “But my main thing was doing the sonic rainboom after the vows.”

Soarin stopped dancing for a moment. “That was yours?!”

She puffed her chest and nodded. “Yep! Cool, right? I didn’t even struggle this time.”

He stared in awe for a second. She was probably one of the coolest ponies he had ever met. And one of the most talented. “Wow,” was all he could muster.

“I know!”

They resumed dancing as the cameras flashed around them, taking their photo as she bowed down to him, smiling.

In those moments of twirling, dancing, and laughing, everything and everypony else faded away. And it was just him and Rainbow Dash, her bright energy lighting up the room, making Soarin forget who he was for a moment and let all his worries melt away. He had never felt quite so... free.

A few minutes later, another slow dance started to play. Soarin looked at the mare, who looked a little uncomfortable with the song. Since he had just met her, he decided not to ask for this dance and instead asked, “Wanna hang over there?” pointing to a mini garden with a birdbath and a bench.

“Sure!”

She followed him as he sat down and copied his actions, now sitting beside him. “So what was all that about a changeling?” he asked her. He knew the basics, but was itching for more. It was definitely not an everyday occurrence, even for a magical place like Equestria.

“Oh, well, Queen Chrysalis locked Cadance in the caves underneath the castle and took her place so she could feed off Shining Armour’s love for her. Then Twilight rescued the real princess and the changeling queen defeated Princess Celestia. Me and my friends tried to get to the elements to stop her, but all of the, um, mini changelings stopped us and changed to look like us, so we couldn’t get the necklaces. We got back and Shining Armour and Cadance were together again. They used their magic to defeat her and blah blah. Everything was normal again. Pretty intense. I wish we had listened to Twilight when she thought the princess was being stuck up and rude,” she said, sighing.

“What do you mean?”

“Twilight thought something was off with Cadance. Since it wasn’t actually her. But no pony believed her. I wish I had is all,” she told him, head down.

“Aw, well, everything turned out okay. And you weren’t the only pony who didn’t believe her.”

She smiled gratefully at him. “Thanks Soarin.”

“No problem,” he said. “Now, what elements exactly are you talking about?”

“Oh, you know the Elements of Harmony?”

He sat there until he remembered. “Don’t the two sisters control those? Weren’t they used to banish Nightmare Moon or something?”

She nodded. “Yeah, but when we first met Twi, we all went into the Everfree Forest to retrieve them. And then once we came face to face with Nightmare Moon, Twilight announced that me and my friends represented one element. We found the sixth one and defeated the mare in the moon, and brought back Princess Luna.”

Again, he went quiet with shock. He knew she had saved Equestria, but he didn’t know she was a freaking element of harmony! “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Should I bow?” he asked anxiously.

The cyan mare only laughed and nudged him. “One, you never asked, and two, you can if you want.” She grinned, a teasing glint in her eye. “I’m kidding. But yeah, we defeated her. I’m pretty cool.”

Brash, he thought and smirked. “You’re a hero, Rainbow Dash. You saved us from Nightmare Moon, Discord...”

“You, Spitfire, Misty Fly, your pie...” she added to the list.

He chuckled. “Yeah, guess you’re my hero.” He regretted the words as they left his mouth, but she only smiled at him.

“And you’re one of mine.”

It was silent between them, with him looking at those magenta orbs that pierced his soul like no other eyes had before. Nervously, she coughed and looked away. “Um... the music stopped, I should probably get going, you know, to wave them off. Part of being a bridesmaid, heh,” she brushed her bangs out of his eyes and turned, flying away.

“Wait, Rainbow Dash!” he called.

“Yeah?” she asked, turning to face him, looking beautiful in the moonlight.

“Um... what element are you?” Hope that isn’t too personal. But she is pretty boastful and ...proud...

At that, her lips formed a small smile. “Loyalty!” she shouted, and flew away.

Just as he was leaving, a security guard came up to him. “Commander Soarin?” he asked.

“Yes?”

The guard handed him a photo. “Photographer is handing these out to those who are in a picture.”

Soarin took it and looked. It had him and Rainbow, who was in a bowing form, looking up at him, a gleam in her eye as his eyes were closed, happily dancing with her. It was taken at the right time. Soarin smiled fondly at the photo. He would definitely be keeping this. “Thank you,” he said to the guard.

The guard nodded. “You’re welcome, sir.”

And with that, Soarin flew away, staring at the photo he was sure to treasure for a long time.

takes place after S3 E7 (Wonderbolt Academy.)

“Hey, Spit,” Soarin greeted, walking into her office.

She looked up from the photos she was stamping and perched her sunglasses on her head. Why she was wearing them inside, Soarin had no idea. “What is it, Soarin?” she asked.

Soarin sat down across from her. “I was just wondering how the academy went. Seemed pretty hectic, huh?”
She sighed loudly and went to turn back to her stamping when Soarin put a hoof on hers. “Come on Captain, take a break. Ten minutes.”

She seemed hesitant but nodded, and her captain persona vanquished for a little while. “It was hectic,” she chuckled. “But way more interesting than previous years. Why?”

He shrugged, not revealing why he was asking. Truth was, he wanted to hear the story of Rainbow Dash. “Can’t a friend ask?”

Spitfire blinked, unconvinced, but told him. “Started out normally. Me yelling, them being afraid. Except for two. Rainbow Dash and Lightning Dust. They were good fliers. Got the best time on the dizzitron.”

“Really, what time?” he asked.

“Rainbow Dash got six seconds, Lightning Dust had six and a half. Mind you, Lightning went at maximum speed.”

Six seconds? That was better than his record, which was nine. “Wow. So, were they partners?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I paired them up... thought they’d be unstoppable. I made Lightning Dust lead pony, which was a mistake.” Spitfire looked at the ground. She hated making mistakes.

“Why?”

Spitfire shook her head and grabbed her chair, sitting next to him. “Lightning Dust turned out to be reckless, she put everyone else in danger, including some of Rainbow Dash’s friends who came up to visit her. She had Rainbow clip her wing, and then for cloud busting, she made Rainbow make a tornado. It made a mess of things. Then Rainbow Dash came to my office, telling me what happened, and then, she just... quit.”

Soarin blinked, surely he had heard wrong. Their number one fan, quit The Wonderbolt Academy?

Spitfire took his silence for surprise. “I know, right? Who would’ve expected that? No pony has ever told me off like that.” She gazed around. “I like Rainbow Dash. She has... a certain quality.”

Soarin stayed quiet, motioning for her to continue.

“Anyways, I came out and got mad, since I didn’t even get to say anything. I apologized for not seeing what Lightning Dust was doing, then I made Lightning leave. I gave Rainbow Dash her lead pony pin, and she joined again. She's a leader, and I wish I saw that earlier. Anyway, she just graduated top of her class. Other than that, only a couple of them have Wonderbolt material, but I liked everypony. They tried their best. I admire that.”

Soarin nodded, taking it all in. This was the first time he had been awake to hear about Dash’s act of loyalty. Representing her element. She was confident, self-assured, and although she was cocky and a little arrogant, maybe slightly self-centred, she was kind at the heart, and she clearly loved and cared about her friends. He admired that greatly.
“So, Dash isn’t mad at you?” he asked his captain.

Spitfire studied for him for a couple minutes, taking in his tone, and expression. She knew Soarin just as well as he knew her and finally smirked, leaning close to him. “You seem awfully interested in hearing about her, Clipper. Something you want to tell me?” she asked, waggling her eyebrows.

Soarin blushed and parted his lips in surprise and embarrassment. “I don’t- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he huffed stubbornly.

“Come on Soarin, you wanna know what happened. You danced with her at the royal wedding. She’s the only fan you seem to actually like. She wanted to get to know you. She’s talented, loyal, kind... she saved our lives, your pie... hell, she’s helped save Equestria. I can’t blame you if you have a little crush.”

Soarin scoffed. “By the way you’re talking about her, it seems like you’re the one with the crush, Captain.”

Spitfire rolled her orange eyes. “Mares compliment each other without it being romantic all the time. Now, come on, I’ve seen you staring at the photo of you two dancing dozens of times. Fess up, Soar.”

He shook his head and crossed his forearms. “Nope. There’s nothing to tell, because I don’t like her like that. Besides,” he grinned mischievously. “It’s not like you tell me about you and Wave Chill, hmm?”

Spitfire tilted her head, a confused look on her muzzle. “What are you talking about?” she questioned, genuinely curious.

Soarin looked away. Did she really not know how Wave felt about her? It was obvious to the entire team, even Blaze, who was pretty aloof.
“Never mind,” he said quickly. “Anyways, you better get back to that work, huh?” he jumped off the chair and hovered at the doorway. “See ya later Spits!” he called and quickly flew away to the gym.

As he lifted his weights, Soarin’s mind wandered to Spitfire’s accusations on how he felt towards Rainbow Dash.
Okay, she’s pretty, like, really pretty. She’s a great flyer, probably better than me. She’s saved the world, me, my pie, she’s an element, she’s loyal and caring underneath the tough exterior. She made an effort to have an actual conversation it’s me. So, she’s impressive and cool. That doesn’t mean I like her, right? I just... admire her. Yeah, that’s all it is. Like the way she admires us. That’s all it is.

takes place during S4 E10 (Rainbow Falls.)

“Rainbow Falls!” a voice announced.

Finally, they had arrived. Soarin, Spitfire, and Fleetfoot were at the tryouts for the Equestria Games, hoping to represent Cloudsdale in the aerial relay portion. Since they were Wonderbolts, they were sure to easily qualify, and Soarin thought it made the excitement for competition disappearing. However, he was happy to be a part of the games and glad to fly for his hometown.

“Ugh, finally! I thought we’d never get out of there,” Fleetfoot whined as they made their way to the Cloudsdale tent, currently being set up by a group of assistant ponies, while two cheerleaders were practicing their routine.

“Tell me about it,” Spitfire replied. “At least we’re here. You two ready to practice?”

“Not that we need it,” Fleetfoot added, giggling a little.

Spitfire chuckled. “True, but still. We need to be at our best. And while we’ll qualify, it doesn’t mean that the other teams are super slow.”

“Heh, yeah,” Soarin agreed. “Ponyville has Rainbow Dash, and Celestia is she fast!” The thought of Dash brought a smile to his face.

“Exactly,” their captain replied as they reached the tent and waved hello to the ponies that were setting it up. “Okay, you two, drink some water, go the bathroom, meet me here in two minutes to start stretching. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am,” they replied and made their way to the water station.

As he and Fleetfoot walked, Soarin noticed the Ponyville crew talking, including Princess Twilight and Rainbow Dash. As well as Fluttershy and Bulk Biceps, a large stallion with very tiny wings. Soarin winced at the team, hoping inwardly that they would qualify. They would need the luck.

He gulped down the water greedily, and he and Fleetfoot flew back over to Spitfire, who was stretching her legs.
“Come on you two,” she said without looking at them.

They complied, settling on the ground and copying her movements. They moved onto their forehooves and then cracked the kinks out of their neck and back, and finally, spent a good seven minutes stretching their wings.

“Alright, let’s start off with a simple race, shall we?” Spitfire asked.

“Sure,” Soarin replied. He knew he would lose. Fleetfoot was the fastest on the team and Spitfire was close behind her, and although Soarin was in no way slow, he had no chance of beating them. They flew to a large cloud and settled on it, bending their legs forward.

“On your mark,” Spitfire said. Soarin narrowed his eyes, waiting for her command. “Get set... “ Fleetfoot did the same. “Go!” she shouted.

The three shot from their place at lightning speed and flew straight through the air, the wind flying through his mane. It was moments like these where Soarin really felt his passion for flying. He was merely a hair behind Fleetfoot, tied with Spitfire, when the captain tilted her chin towards the ground, and he looked down, and saw Rainbow Dash and her friends talking and flying. Soarin nodded and slowed down slightly before all of them flew quickly towards the ground and stopped in front of Rainbow.

“And the game is on,” Spitfire said, smiling.

Soarin smirked and pulled up his goggles, looking straight at Rainbow. “Huh, nice to see there’s some real competition here.”

Fleetfoot stepped forward and put a hoof on Dash’s shoulder. “Two more days of practice then we’ll see you in the air, Rainbow Dash.” She trotted away. “If you’re lucky.”

Spitfire and Soarin trotted after her, going back to practicing.

A while later, Spitfire was getting a massage after they were finished going over some basic drills and wing ups.
Fleetfoot was watching Soarin as he curved, flipped, and flew gracefully through the hoops in the sky. And while he loved Fleetfoot, sometimes she had a bit of a pushy mean streak. “Come on, Soarin! Pick up the pace, you can do better than that,” she yelled up to him.

I’m trying, he thought as Spitfire agreed. He cast his gaze downwards and could see Rainbow Dash tilting Fluttershy’s and Bulk Biceps’ heads up to him, and Soarin figured it was time to really put a lasting impression on her, just as she had done to him.

“Practice, practice, yay practice!” the cheer ponies yelled encouragingly, doing a little cartwheel. Soarin smiled and looked back at them, feeling good, and then turned his head forward, and his face changed to one of panic.

He was approaching a hoop way too quickly and wouldn’t be able to stop in time. As if happening in slow motion, he flew threw, effectively clipping his wing and leaving him unable to fly as he plummeted towards the ground.
“Ahhhhh!” he yelled as he spun in midair. Surely he would break several bones in his body, taking months to heal. And what if Spitfire wouldn’t let him come back? Surely he wasn’t supposed to be making rookie mistakes like this one.

A flash of rainbow and blue, and he found himself on a body with soft fur and toned muscles. He opened his eyes and saw that he was on Dash’s back, and she turned and smiled at him. “Gotcha!” she shouted as she settled on the ground, letting him jump off.

He felt fine, but could feel the aching, torn muscles in his right wing. Everyone cheered for Rainbow Dash and she smiled proudly.

“Awesome!” Fleetfoot exclaimed.

“As good as any Wonderbolt,” Spitfire complimented, eyes shining with approval.

Fluttershy walked up to her friend. “Oh, Rainbow Dash, I’m just so proud of you,” she said in her gentle voice. “You scooped Soarin out of the sky, and brought him down to the ground. And now, now he’s okay.” She paused, teal eyes glancing at him. “At least, I hope he’s okay. Are you okay?” she asked as she turned to him, concern glazing her tone.

“Umm, my wing hurts,” he announced, and saw everyone’s eyes widen, especially Spitfire and Fleetfoot’s. “But I-I’m sure it’ll be okay by the competition,” he added, giving them a small smile, trying to ease their worries.

The ambulance came and stopped right in front of him. Sighing and suddenly tired, he climbed onto it and glanced at the pony who saved him, again. “You’re the best, Rainbow Dash.” He closed his eyes and sighed.

“Aw, it was nothin’,” she replied, brushing off the compliment. “But,” she added. “If you feel like talking about how great I am, don’t let me stop ya.” She chuckled a little as he got driven away towards the hospital.

A day later and Soarin was up in the Rainbow Falls Hospital with a clipped wing. He had given up on trying to sleep and was instead staring at the wall.

“Soarin, can we come in?” Fleetfoot called from outside.

He perked up. “Yeah, yeah. Of course.”

His teammates walked in and stood beside him. “How you feeling, Clipper?” Spitfire asked.

“Okay, actually. They said it would only about a day to heal completely. I should be fine for the competition,” he told them brightly.
Surely they would be glad to hear that. Instead, they both glanced at each other and nodded.

“Actually, about that Soarin, we have to tell you...” Spitfire’s voice trailed off, unable to say it. Soarin was like a brother to her, and she didn’t want to say the thing that would disappoint him greatly.

“Obviously we wish you could fly with us, you’re our teammate and friend after all,” Fleetfoot said. “But...”

“But?” he repeated, raising a brow at them.

“We’re worried you won’t be one hundred percent okay. This is the Equestria Games, we need to qualify. And we need everypony in their best condition.”

Soarin took a moment to figure out what they were trying to say. “So, you think I won’t be able to fly tomorrow, then?”

They both nodded. “Yes. And so you can properly heal and rest, we’re going to have to find somepony else to take your spot.”

“Wait, what?” he exclaimed, crestfallen. He had so badly wanted to be there for Cloudsdale, and he would’ve been if he hadn’t been distracted by a little cheering. I’m an idiot.

“We’re sorry Soarin, this isn’t personal at all,” Spitfire said gently. “We’re doing what’s best for the team.”

They both turned and walked away, Fleetfoot looking back. “Feel better soon, okay?”

And then they were gone, and Soarin was alone.

The next day, the day of the tryouts, he woke up to the door opening and four ponies walking into the room, while one was in a wheelchair. Taking a closer look, they’d realized that it was none other than Rainbow Dash, who had casts on every part of her body. How had she gotten hurt this badly?
He pretended to sleep as they walked by him, as to not seem like a weirdo listening to their conversation.

“So, the medic pony isn’t sure what’s wrong with you,” Princess Twilight said in a questioning tone.

“Everything! Absolutely everything!” Rainbow Dash replied.

Makes sense.

“This’ll cure everything that ales ya!” a southern accent exclaimed, proceeded with something shoved in Rainbow’s mouth.

She chewed and swallowed. “Thank you, I couldn’t have done that on my own.”

Twilight groaned. She must know something the others don’t, Soarin thought.

“Nothing says get better like a little medical pizazz,” a voice said. He was guessing Rarity by the formality of her tone. “Silk slings and a glitter bandage.”

Rainbow spoke again, pausing between each word. “That might help.”

The door opened again and Fluttershy and Bulk Biceps walked in. “And how is our patient doing?”

“Uhh I’ve been better.”

“We just wanted to let you know that we’re so sorry you’re hurt, but you shouldn’t worry a bit about not being able to be in the tryouts. We’ll be alright, we even have a replacement.”
As she stopped talking, Soarin saw a pale purple pony with a light yellow mane and crossed yellow eyes appear.
She just waved, seeming completely unaware of what was going on.

Fluttershy continued, “We’re so so sorry that you can’t compete, we all know how much you love to fly. And we promise...”

“Cross our hearts!” a deep voice shouted, startling the aloof mare holding a Ponyville flag.

“That if we qualify and make it to the Equestria Games and all win gold medals, you can have ours. Because we know how much a gold medal means to you,” Fluttershy finished.

Although he couldn’t see, Soarin couldn’t help but be touched by the shy pegasus’s words. Rainbow Dash was lucky to have friends who would do anything for her. It made him hurt thinking about how quick Spitfire and Fleetfoot had left him. They hadn’t even really visited for them all to just talk, like friends. He couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

“Thanks,” Rainbow said, stunned.

“Ahem, I think Rainbow Dash might need to rest some more,” the princess announced and Soarin watched as her friends filed out of the room. Once they were gone, he heard Twilight speak. “You know, choosing not to choose, isn’t really a decision,” she said before walking away and quietly shutting the door.

Without thinking, Soarin drew back the curtain to face her. All her hooves were in slings attached to the ceiling, and a little sparkly purple ribbon was tied around one of them. He hated to think of her in pain. He supposed that’s what Rarity meant with her ‘medical pizazz’.

“You sure have nice friends,” he told her, giving her a smile and glancing at the door. “No pony’s been by to visit me. Eh, too busy practicing, I guess.” He shrugged, trying to hide his disappointment.

She tilted her head. “Well hopefully your wing will be better soon.”

He frowned. Hadn’t Spitfire and Fleetfoot told her he was okay? “Oh, it’s fine. I’m just keeping it warm in case my team wants me back.” He wiggled the wing that was healed, yet still wrapped up.

Her face turned to one of confusion. “What do you mean, ‘wants you back’? Spitfire and Fleetfoot told me that you were still too injured to fly.”

Soarin’s eyes widened. “And they told me that they were worried I wouldn’t be one hundred percent by the tryouts, so they were going with somepony else,” he said bitterly.

Her eyes widened as she stared straight ahead. “That somepony else was me!” she exclaimed, before giving him a sheepish smile. “Until, uh, well, until I got hurt, that is.”

Soarin sighed. So they had lied to him because they wanted a better flyer. And they had lied to her because... she was the better flyer.
He didn’t feel like talking anymore, overcome by feelings of self-doubt and hurt. Was their whole ‘get well soon’ fake? Didn’t they want him to be okay? Didn’t they want him to fly with them? These were his teammates! They were supposed to be loyal, just like Dash was.

“So,” he said, laying down, “I guess we’re all out of luck. Cloudsdale won’t qualify without three flyers and Ponyville won’t qualify without you,” he said sadly. “Too bad.” And with that, he covered himself with a blanket and turned away.

A few minutes later, there was a rustling sound and couple hoof steps, and then a gentle hoof shaking him slightly.

“Soarin?” she whispered.

He opened his eyes and stared at her pink ones, amazed by the colour. Then he quickly realized she was on all four hooves, standing with no problems. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Huh? Rainbow Dash, what are you doing out of bed?”

She looked down guiltily, bangs covering her face. “I- I’m not really hurt, okay? Spitfire and Fleetfoot wanted me to fly in your place, so I faked this whole thing so I wouldn’t have to choose. I wanted to do both. I feel really awful that I was considering stepping in for you.”

Soarin blinked, unsure of what to say.

“Anyways, after all of this, and what you had to say... I know who I should have picked, and I feel bad that I even had to consider it.” She smiled and headed towards the door, beckoning him to follow. “Come on!”

He lazily climbed out of bed, stretching his wings and letting the cast fall off. “Um, where are we going?”

She grinned, a determined look in her eye. “We’re making sure you fly for Cloudsdale. Now, are you coming or what?”

Soarin grinned back, her expression contagious. “Of course I’m coming.”
Just another example of her loyalty. She’s... really, really great.

He followed Dash out of the building and onto the yard, passing her friends, ignoring their shocked expressions. Spitfire stopped gulping down water and turned to stare at Rainbow Dash, who was wearing a frown on her face.

Fleetfoot spoke. “Does... this mean you’re feeling better?”

He saw her look down before replying. “I feel great, because...” she shed her casts and bandages, letting her wings and hair loose. “I was never hurt in the first place.”

Everypony gasped and stared. Rainbow looked down, eyes lidded. “I faked my injuries so that I wouldn’t have to choose between flying for Ponyville or Cloudsdale. I wanted to fly with you both and the decision was too hard.” She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.
Soarin frowned sympathetically, feeling bad for her.

Fluttershy stepped forward, walking towards her childhood best friend. “Oh, Rainbow Dash, you don’t have to choose us. I know you love to win, and you should go with the team that surely will.”

A smile appeared on Rainbow’s face, an expression of pure happiness at her friend’s words.
So. Damn. Beautiful.

“I know now who I should have been loyal to,” Dash said.

“Good choice,” announced Spitfire, who nudged Fleetfoot. “Always stick with the winners.”
Soarin rolled his eyes.

Rainbow pointed to her colourful group of friends. “Ponyville,” she pointed as she walked over to them and looked at the Wonderbolts. “Because it’s not just where I live, but it’s where my friends are. The ponies who really care about me. Whether I can help them win a race, or not.”

The Ponyville crew expressed their joy at hearing their friend’s decision and Soarin smiled and waved at them, thinking his friends could learn a lesson or two from her group. Rainbow Dash was special, that, he was sure of.

Spitfire frowned. “Are you sure that’s the right decision?”

Rainbow was in front of them in an instant, face to face, glaring. “You lied to me about Soarin’s wing just so you could get a better flyer,” she accused, pointing at the stallion.
He glared at them and crossed his arms.

She wasn’t finished though. “You may be a winning team, but you’re still not the kind of team I wanna be a part of,” she concluded, sticking her nose up in the air slightly.

Soarin had known Spitfire forever, but even now, he couldn’t predict how she would react to this. What she did surprised him and everyone else. “Huh,” she muttered as she removed her sunglasses. “Rainbow Dash, you are something.” Her and Fleetfoot both smiled. “Saw it at the academy, seeing it again here... we could learn a lot from a competitor like you.”

“Think we already have,” Fleetfoot said.

Rainbow’s expression was confusion, and then gratefulness. They liked her loyalty. So did Soarin. Just then, Spitfire walked over to him and offered him an apologetic smile. “Ready to fly?” she asked him.

Soarin’s face lit up. “Really?”

“Never should have lied and tried to replace you to begin with.”

“Huh,” he said. “Go Cloudsdale!” he shouted as he flew into the air, Spitfire and Fleetfoot hot on his tracks.

They had qualified easily. “Come on Ponyville, you can do it!” Soarin called as he watched Bulk Biceps, and then Fluttershy pass through the hoops as fast as they could.

As soon as the horseshoe was passed to Rainbow, a flash of said colour was zooming everywhere, and she reached the finish line at the very last second.

“Ponyville qualifies!” the unicorn announced.

Him and his team cheered as Fluttershy and Bulk Biceps wrapped Dash in a hug, the expression on her muzzle jovial. He was glad, for the games were going to be a lot more interesting with Rainbow Dash in them.

“Look, Soarin, we’re really sorry,” Spitfire told him as they rode the train. “We shouldn’t have done that. Success went to our heads, made us cocky and...you know, ungrateful.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t cool at all. The way we treated you... you’re our friend, our teammate, and we should have believed in you. You’re a great flyer. Don’t think that you aren’t because of our stupid, selfish actions,” Fleetfoot added.

Soarin gave them a fake smile. “Thanks guys.”

He knew they were sorry, but that didn’t help the fact that he still felt like crap. Unworthy, unwanted, and not good enough. Did Spitfire give him the job of second-in-command because of their friendship? If that was the case, he didn’t want it anymore.

Truthfully, there was only one reason why he still had some confidence, some self-respect. The reason had a name. The name was Rainbow Dash.

takes place during and in the evening after S5 E15 (Rarity Investigates!

Now:

As he stood in the west wing of Canterlot Castle, Soarin felt worse by the second. Rainbow seemed to hold no ill-will towards him or any of the Wonderbolts, but that didn’t stop him from feeling guilty of accusing. Why would he think she of all ponies would send Spitfire away? The one who had happily given him his spot back for the Equestria Games? The element of loyalty, the pony who proved she was not as shallow as it seemed, over and over again.

Earlier:

He had just finished a short routine in front of a small group of ponies when he saw Rainbow Dash sitting with her friend Rarity.

Since Spitfire had to leave to take care of her mom, he would have to ask Rainbow Dash to fly in her place, not that he minded. She was the most promising reserve they had. He spun in the air and flew down towards them, catching the hint of conversation.
“Well, I don’t know who I’d be talking to right now.”

Soarin landed right behind them and pulled up his goggles. “Ah, you’d be talking to me,” he said, flashing her a smile that always had the mares swooning before getting to the point. “Rainbow Dash, Spitfire’s mom sent a message that she was sick. She had to leave take care of her.”

He walked to Rainbow’s left and watched her ears droop. “Oh no, I hope her mom’s okay.”

“Me too,” Soarin sighed. “In the meantime, we need you to fly in her place,” he exclaimed, pointing at her, the look of a self assured leader. He hoped he looked confident in front of this mare in particular.

Her magenta eyes widened. “L-like, in the actual show?”

He had never seen eyes so full of life. “Unless Spitfire comes back, yes,” he confirmed, shooting her another assured grin.
As much as hated to admit it, he loved being in charge. He felt good at it, and ever since the Equestria Games tryouts, well... he needed the extra confidence.

The young mare flew up to meet his height. “I won’t let you down, Soarin,” she announced, saluting him. He liked the sound of his name on her lips. “Gahhhh!” she squealed, shooting right up into the air. “This is the best thing ever! Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh.” Yep, she was in full fan-girl mode. Instead this time, it was utterly adorable to him. Then, she started dancing. “I’m gonna get to fly with Wind Rider and the Wonderbolts, cause I’m the bestest, and I’m awesome, and they know it,” she sang, moving her arms.

Unsure of what to do, Soarin put his hoof in the air. “Uh, Rainbow Dash?”

“Shh, shh,” the elegant white unicorn quieted with a wave of her hoof. “Let her have this darling.”

Ten minutes later and Soarin was hovering in the next to Misty Fly and Wave Chill watching Rainbow zoom around the sky in a race with Wind Rider. He could see that she was starting to pull ahead.
“So, Clipper,” Misty Fly started. “What was that smile you gave Rainbow Dash back there?”

He glanced at his teammate, determined to stay calm and act aloof. “What are you talking about?”

Wave Chill chuckled. “Yeah, you seemed pretty... flirtatious back there. We know the mares fall all over you~”

Soarin huffed, crossing his arms. “I was telling her that she would have to fly in your girlfriend’s place.”

Wave Chill’s cheeks turned scarlet and he coughed. “She is not my girlfriend.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Besides, I’m not as bad as Lighting Streak when it come to mares.”

“You sure about that? Because, mph!”

Misty Fly silenced both of them. “Shut up already. Clipper, whether you can admit it or not, you like Rainbow Dash. And Wave, everypony knows you have a thing for the Captain.” She sighed and shook her head. “Now, look. Over there, that pony looks familiar, doesn’t she? The one beside Rainbow Dash’s unicorn friend?” She took her hooves off their mouths.

Soarin squinted. He could make out her coat and mane colour, eerily similar to that of his best friend’s.
“You’re right, Dizzy. Come on, let’s fly closer.”

They flew by them, not wanting to seem weird if it wasn’t anypony they knew, but instead, his suspicions were correct. Talking to Rarity was Stormy Flare, Spitfire’s mom!

“Stormy Flare? Aren’t you supposed to be sick? ‘Kay, what’s happening?” Soarin asked. The other Wonderbolts joined him, staring in confusion at Spitfire’s mother.

“I don’t know,” Stormy answered. “But I do know I didn’t send my daughter a note.”

Soarin tried to remain calm, but couldn’t help but worry where their leader had gone. Tell me this is a prank or something, Spits.

“Could somepony have sent Spitfire a fake note?” Rarity questioned, dark blue eyes widening.

“Who would do such a thing?” Misty wondered out loud.

Soarin folded his arms. “Somepony who wanted her out of the show, I suppose,” he mused, brows lowering.

Rainbow Dash appeared behind them. “Why would anypony want that?” she asked.

“Maybe, so they could take her spot,” Winder Rider replied.

Oh god, no. Rainbow Dash? Could she have done this? It makes sense...

The Wonderbolts closed in on her, sending threatening glares her way. Dash audibly gulped.

Now:

I was such an idiot, Soarin thought miserably, pacing around his room. She’s loyal. I doubted her. I hurt her feelings. I accused her of something somepony like her would never, ever do, no matter how much she looks up to us or wants to fly.
He started flying in circles, wondering if he could apologize properly. It was just after dinner, and while she had no reason to stay in Canterlot, she had decided to so she could spend the next two days keeping Rarity company. He sighed and sat down, filled with anger and self-hatred.

Earlier:

Back in the dressing room, Rainbow Dash stared at them, a hoof pointed towards herself. “Me? I-I would never do that to Spitfire!”

I hope so, Rainbow.
“Why would you think it was me?” she continued, a slight frown on her face.

Blaze stepped forward and pointed. “I did see you and Spitfire leave the dinner together.”

“We were room neighbours in the castle!” True. Spit told me that.

The accusations didn’t stop there. “And you did say you’d do anything to fly with Wind Rider,” Misty Fly pointed out.

“Yeah, but I didn’t mean anything.”

Soarin decided to speak. “Spitfire came by my room and told me she had to go see her mom at around midnight. Where were you then?” he demanded, glaring at the rainbow haired beauty, who still, after all of this, had a special place in his heart.

Dash landed. “I was asleep at midnight,” she said. “Having this totally amazing dream. There I was, at the arena, flying with Wind Rider and the Wonderbolts! Like I’ve always wanted to...” she glanced around and gave an embarrassed smile, vision vanishing.

Brash, self-centred, cocky, defensive... he listed.

“Ah-eh, never mind,” she added, “not helping.” She placed a hoof on her forehead and squeezed her eyes shut.

The team turned away from her and formed a circle. “She totally did this! It makes sense,” Blaze said.

“She’s saved our lives before. She’s very loyal... maybe... we give her a chance to prove innocence? If she doesn’t, then she’s gone,” Misty reasoned.

Soarin looked around and one by one, his teammates all nodded their heads. Secretly, he was glad to give Dash a chance, he still hoped she wouldn’t be guilty. He turned back and faced her, a hardened expression on his features. “Rainbow Dash, if you can prove that somepony else is behind Spitfire’s disappearance before the start of the show, then you can still fly with us.”

Rainbow Dash raised her eyebrows.

“In the meantime, Misty Fly, Blaze, head over to Stormy Flare’s house and try to find Spitfire and bring her back,” he ordered.
They nodded at their commander’s words and took off. He turned to Rainbow Dash and glared, starting to walk towards her. She looked scared and started flying backwards to avoid him crashing into her. “I have to warn you,” he began. “If you sent that letter, the bylaws are clear! I’d have no choice but to ban you from the Wonderbolts forever. Understand?”

Her face changed to one of horror. They were so close, if he moved a couple inches their lips would be locked. If it wasn’t for the situation, Soarin would have a very hard time controlling his actions.

Dash’s head drooped in defeat. “I understand. But how am I going to prove I didn’t send a letter, that I didn’t send?” she wandered. I don’t know, but please do.

“With me!” Rarity’s voice rang out loud and clear, and Soarin turned to see her in some sort of detective costume. He had known the mare to own boutiques and that she had a keen interest and love for fashion, but was the outfit... necessary? He was sure it had a purpose though. Maybe.
“Detective Rarity is on the case. And we’ going to get to the bottom of this faster than my costume change!” she announced, walking over to Rainbow Dash’s side.

The latter just stared at her in disbelief. “Yeah, what’s with getup?” Rainbow asked, unimpressed.

Rarity cocked an eyebrow. “Obviously, I am channeling Shadow Spade to these gorgeous garments.” She struck a pose before continuing, “And she would say that the bet way to prove that you didn’t send the letter, is to find out whoever did! First stop, the scene of the crime!”

Now:

He was going to talk to her. To apologize. To make everything okay. He was sure she was feeling resentful, especially towards him. She was probably holding back because he was a Wonderbolt. He couldn’t have that. Dash was his friend, a mare he was fond of, and he couldn’t let their friendship disappear. Not without fighting for it, at least.

Earlier:

Rainbow Dash had left with Rarity to help figure out who had sent Spitfire the note. All of them were pacing around, worried about their leader.

“Do you really think Rainbow Dash did this?” High Winds asked. “From what I’ve heard about her, it doesn’t seem like she would.”

“She has motive. And even though she’s saved the world doesn’t mean she isn’t self centred,” Fleetfoot said.

Soarin nodded and sighed. Wave Chill walked over to him. “Sorry about this, Commander. I hope she didn’t do this.”

“Me too,” Soarin mumbled, looking down.

Fleetfoot grinned, not sensing the mood. “Oh yeah! I forgot about Clipper’s little thing for Dash! Too bad.”

Wave Chill glared at her. “Not the time, Flatfoot,” he snapped, sticking up for his friend.

Fleetfoot rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath, walking away.

One hour later and Soarin was getting restless. He was considering going to find the two mares and telling them to give up, but wanted desperately to be proved wrong. He grabbed a pie from the food table, plopped down on the floor and dug in. It was only moments like these where Soarin was a serious stress eater.

The door opened and Blaze and Misty Fly walked in. “We looked everywhere,” Blaze said. “But Spitfire wasn’t at her mom’s house.”

Stormy Flare looked even more alarmed then she had a minute earlier. “Where could she be?”

The door opened again, although this time more dramatically. Rarity stepped in, making an entrance, and was followed by Rainbow Dash.
“I found the culprit!” Rarity declared, determination all over her face.

All the Wonderbolts looked at each other, exchanging nervous gulps and glances. Was she serious? Wasn’t this case a lost cause?

Rarity walked closer to Wind Rider. “Somepony spent Spitfire away, and framed Rainbow Dash for it. And that pony was none other than Wind Rider!”

The legendary veteran blinked then glared, still as cool as a cucumber, even after an accusation as horrendous as this one.

Soarin gasped along with his teammates.

Rainbow hoofpalmed. “Rarity!” she scolded. “I can’t believe you would accuse Wind Rider of framing me.” She placed both hooves on her chest, and Soarin could see the slightly defined muscles under her coat. “He’s a living legend for pony’s sake!”

Rarity didn’t falter. “All the evidence points to him.”

Rainbow Dash scoffed and batted her friend’s hoof away. “Pfft, what evidence could you possibly have? All you did was ask about cake, admire decor, and change outfits a gazillion times!” she shouted, fed up.

“Let me explain.” Rarity placed a hoof over Rainbow’s mouth and smiled patiently. “I never believed you would send Spitfire away. And when we found the rainbow hairs in Spitfire’s room,” she used her unicorn magic to pull out a small, clear plastic bag filled with hair that was undoubtedly Rainbow’s. “I could tell they didn’t fall out. They were cut.”

Everypony was interested, looking intently at the fashionista as she continued talking. “Nopony loses hair in a chunk. And look at the ends, it’s a straight line. They were clearly cut with shears! Which means somepony planted it,” she stated, walking around. “Then when we were examining Spitfire’s room, I smelled something on the envelope. Juniper Phoenix, Wind Rider’s cologne of choice!”

Soarin raised his eyebrows, impressed. She certainly had a knack for detail.

“Then, in the castle hallway, I noticed some of the danis curtains fell out of their velvet rope holder, indicating that somepony had been hiding behind them.” She rested her hoof under her chin, rubbing it back and forth. “Perhaps after they dropped off the fake letter?”

Wind Rider, one of Soarin’s idols, scowled, unimpressed and annoyed. “Juniper Phoenix is a very popular fragrance. And anypony could have moved those curtains,” he argued.
These were all true facts. They needed more proof than this.

Rarity stayed calm. “Precisely why I questioned the castle guards.” She smiled knowingly. “They were at their posts at the entrance to the hallway all night, except for a small window of time when somepony brought them cake. A cake that was ordered by a girl pony with a raspy voice.”

Raspy voice? Girl pony? Come on, Rainbow Dash, prove me wrong.

“Whoever ordered the cake got a chocolate stain on their ivory scarf,” Rarity continued. “And I couldn’t help but notice that Winder Rider’s scarf is tied in a tight-winds-or knot, instead of it’s usual loose slip knot.”

Soarin blinked. There’s different types of knots?

“And why is that?” she used her telekinesis and gripped the scarf. “Is it to hide... the chocolate stain?!” She undid the piece of fabric and it fell open around his neck, exposing the cream coloured neck accessory, as the unicorn predicted, covered in splatters of chocolate.
Soarin and everypony around him gasped. It was unexpected. One of the greatest Wonderbolts of all time, framed Rainbow Dash? For what? He was so unbelievably relieved he could drop to the ground and kiss the floor.

Wind Rider rolled his eyes and flew up, getting closer to the ‘Bolts. “Aw, this is preposterous,” he said. “Wonderbolts, you don’t believe a word of this, right?” he asked, chuckling a little.

“Just admit it! You’re as guilty of framing Rainbow Dash as you are of ruining that ivory scarf!” Rarity stated.

“Ah, fine!” Wind Rider snapped. “You caught me! I did it!”

Rainbow Dash, who had stayed quiet through the whole thing, looked at her longtime hero in sadness and disbelief. “But why, Wind Rider? Is it because I took the last broccoli at the dinner, and you really, really, wanted it?” She tilted her head.
Soarin and Fleetfoot glanced at each other. She wasn’t serious about that, was she? There had to be a better reason than getting mad at somepony over a vegetable.

“No,” Rarity butted in. “It was because he was afraid that you would break his long distance Wonderbolt record.”

Okay, that made sense. Dash’s reason? Not so much. Rarity spoke again. “I heard him when Spitfire said you were close to breaking his record. He said, and I quote, ‘Heh heh’. That’s the polite but disingenuous laugh you make when you want to seem happy, but really, you’re not.” She walked away.

“I thought if I could get Rainbow Dash kicked out of the Wonderbolts forever, my record would be preserved,” Wind Rider admitted, not sounding the least bit apologetic.

Now:

He made it to her door. He stood there for a while, trying to figure out what to say. Obviously apologize. Then maybe... maybe invite her to do something the next day. Or now. Get to know her more. He wanted to know everything. So taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, he raised his hoof to the door and gave it three solid knocks. He stepped back, hoping she would open while simultaneously hoping she wouldn’t. One of his wishes came true. The door creaked open and the cyan mare stood before him. “Soarin?” she asked, a lilt of confusion to her voice.

Earlier:

“Really? That is so not cool. And I thought you were the coolest Wonderbolt ever, until now,” Dash said, turning away.

Wind Rider exploded again. “I did what I had to do to protect my record. Sometimes you gotta play dirty to be the best!”

“That’s not what being a Wonderbolt is all about,” she argued.

Soarin stepped in, agreeing with her internally. “She’s right!” he exclaimed, a protective tone in his voice. “Wonderbolts look out for each other! Which reminds me, where is Spitfire?”
I hope you’re okay, Spits.

Wind Rider grinned. “I sent her the letter pretending to be Stormy Flare. I told her I had pegasitis, and the only cure is the Ice Iris in the Crystal Mountains.”

“No wonder she’s been gone so long,” Rainbow said worriedly. “Ice Irises are almost impossible to find in Spring.”

Soarin walked towards the mare. “The Crystal Mountains are too far for anypony to make it there and back before the Royal Garden Opening.” He flapped his wings and hovered a foot above the ground. “Rainbow Dash, we need you to fly in Spitfire’s place.” He hoped he didn’t sound too desperate.

Rainbow shook her head. “But Spitfire shouldn’t have to miss this. I’m gonna get her,” she declared.

Say what? “Well you’ll never make it in time,” he argued, flying close to her.

That didn’t stop Rainbow Dash. She flew out of the room and into the sky. “Then there’s no time to lose!” she yelled, and with that, she was gone.

An hour and a half later, and Soarin was worried sick. Worried for his best friend, and worried for Rainbow Dash, although he wasn’t sure what she was to him. For some reason, calling her just a friend didn’t seem quite right. He felt oddly connected to her in a way he didn’t with Spitfire, Misty, or any other female for that matter.
“Spitfire was really looking forward to this,” Soarin told Stormy Flare.

The mom sighed. “I know. This job has been her dream her entire life, I’m so proud. I can’t believe anypony would do this.”

“Yeah,” he muttered. “It’s always who you least expect.”

Blaze looked back at the other Wonderbolts. “Rainbow Dash is still gone,” she said.

Rarity smiled reassuringly. “Oh don’t panic. If I know Rainbow Dash, she’ll come through.”

And true to her word, the very next second the door opened and revealed Dash standing behind, an accomplished yet humble smile on her face. The door opened wider and revealed Spitfire, panting, but grinning.

Soarin lit up and trotted over to her. “Spitfire, you’re back! I can’t believe you made it.”

“Ugh, I wouldn’t have, if Rainbow hadn’t found me so fast. Gave me enough time to fly back,” she replied, still smiling.
He smiled back, and saw in the corner Rainbow and Rarity making up over a little spat they had.

“So, Crystal Mountains, huh?” he asked. “Pretty intense.”

She chuckled as the other ‘Bolts surrounded her, happy to have their leader back. “Yeah, tell me about it. I actually had to ask Princess Cadence for help. She gave me some directions but still, I couldn’t find any.”

“So you know what happened here?” Fleetfoot asked.

Spitfire nodded. “Mostly. Wind Rider framed Rainbow Dash for sending me away. I hate to say this, but what he did was not what Wonderbolts do. I might have to, no, I will discharge him. Dishonourably.”

Lighting Streak let a surprised sound escape. “Spitfire, he’s one of the best Wonderbolts in the history of Equestria!”

The captain sighed and Stormy Flare placed a hoof in her daughter’s back. “I’m sorry, honey. I know he was a pony you looked up to.”

Spitfire nodded. “Thanks mom. But that aside, he framed our best reserve and to some of us, our friend, who has been nothing but loyal and good to us. We owe this to her. Besides, I would be ashamed to be associated with a pony like him for any longer then I had to. Do I make myself clear?”
The team saluted and Spitfire smiled. “Good.”

They flew up and watched the friends’ exchange. “Actually, you’re quite a good friend,” Rarity was saying. “You went to get Spitfire, even though it meant you couldn’t fly today.”

Dash smiled and rubbed the back of her neck, smiling up at them. “I’ll get my chance one day.”

Spitfire grinned and flew over. “Or today!” she exclaimed and gestured to Wind Rider. “How’d you like Wind Rider’s spot in the show?” she asked enthusiastically.

The veteran looked panicked. “Uh-uh, w-what? Y-you can’t do this to me! I’m one of the greatest Wonderbolts there ever was!”

“Not anymore!” Spitfire replied, glaring. “For attempting to frame Rainbow Dash, I hereby strip you of your Wonderbolt status.” She swiped his pin off his coat.

Soarin grinned widely as Spitfire pointed to the door and Fleetfoot lead him out. He turned to Dash and smiled. “So, would you like to fly with us?”

“Would I?” she exclaimed, sending him a smile and flew into the air. “Wahoo!” And began her dance routine again. “Yeah yeah yeah, awn awn, awn yeah, awn yeah~”

Soarin raised his hoof, trying to stay professional. “Uh, Rainbow Dash?”

She stopped immediately and flushed, pink dusting on her cheeks as they headed out to get ready for the show. “Coming!”
Adorable.

Now:

“Erm...” he trailed off, suddenly getting more nervous. He stared at her magenta eyes and shining mane, all colours of the rainbow. He really liked that mane of hers.

“Uh, Equestria to Soarin?” Rainbow waved a hoof in front of his face, trying to snap him out of his trance.

He didn’t really want to, and would be content to stare at her all day. But that would be creepy, he realized, and came back to reality.
“Hey, Rainbow. I was wondering if... uh, maybe... youwantedtogoforafly?” he rushed out.

She probably thought he was a weirdo and was prepared to have her reject him.
Instead, she nodded. “Sure.” She trotted out of her door and through the hallway. “Let’s go.”

takes place a few hours after S5 E15 (Rarity Investigates!)

hope you’re enjoying the story :)

Soarin could feel himself calm a little once they were outside, flying leisurely in the warm evening air.

“So, what’s up? Just wanted to hang with the Awesome Rainbow Dash?” she teased, looking at him with curious eyes.

Soarin sighed and looked forward, and finally found a cloud big enough for both of them. “Can we sit over there?” he asked, motioning to it.

Dash frowned, confused by his somber attitude. Usually he was very easygoing and upbeat. “Okay...”

They landed and kept standing, Soarin looking at the cloud beneath him.

“Soarin, you okay?” she asked, peering at him.

He blushed under her pink gaze and shook his head. “Not really.” He wasn’t even going to try and act tough.

She tilted her head. “Oh,” she said awkwardly. “Should we... do you wanna... sorry,” she chuckled. “I’m not good at this sort of thing. Do you wanna talk?”

“I’ll talk,” he said simply. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? For what?”

He gave her a knowing look and she finally understood. “Oh, that. It’s okay, really. Don’t sweat it.” She gave him a friendly smile.

He shook his head again. “It’s not okay, Rainbow Dash.”

“I said it’s fine~”

“But it isn’t. It isn’t. I doubted you immediately, after all you’ve done for Equestria, your friends, the team... me,” he finished softly. “I’m so sorry. I was worried about Spitfire and I thought it made sense, it kind of did. But I know you. You aren’t just some random fan or reserve. You’re Rainbow Dash. You’ve saved my life, you’ve stood up for me, you’re so damn loyal and I just doubted you.” He looked down, unable to look her in the eye. “Didn’t even try to see if there was another pony that could have been behind it.” Soarin blinked back a couple tears. “Don’t say it’s okay when it isn’t. Don’t lie to my face. I consider you... my friend. Get angry with me. Forget I’m a Wonderbolt. Forget I’m famous. Right now, I’m just Soarin. So talk, say whatever you need to say. Please.”

She too gazed at the ground for a long moment. “Alright. Fine. It wasn’t okay. I thought you guys would have given be some sort of... belief. I don’t know everypony on the team that well, but, I don’t know, I didn’t expect that from Fleetfoot. I didn’t expect that from you.” Her voice cracked, but she tried to play it cool. “I was pissed at you. I was hurt. And I hate talking about feelings, but I am. Truly. You automatically assumed it was me... yelled... I hated it. I was stressing the entire time Rare tried to help me. Celestia, I even thought I was guilty at one point.” Her voice was distant now.

Soarin grimaced and nodded. “I know...”

She tapped him on the shoulder and gave him a fraction of a smile. “But still, I understand. It did make sense and I got that this is your job. To look out for your team, to defend your leader. I get it. I really do, Soarin. I would have done the same thing. So even then, I forgive you.”

He looked at her and she stared back, a brighter smile now on her face. “Why?” he whispered.
You’re amazing.

“Duh,” she laughed. “You’re my friend, right? I respect you. It’s what we do, forgive.” Her nose scrunched up and she shook her head. “God, all Twilight’s talk about friendship just must’ve made it’s way into me. Bleh.” And with that, she plopped down on the cloud.

“So... we’re alright, Dash?”

She grinned. “Totally. Now come on, race me.”

“Say what?” He was going to lose for sure.

She nudged him. “C’mon, Commander. That cloud and back. You owe me this.” She bent down, preparing for take-off.

Soarin chuckled. “Yeah, okay.” He got ready.

“One... two... three!” she shouted and blasted off, flying as fast as she could. Soarin quickly caught up to her and passed just for a second. She noticed and laughed. He thought is sounded like music. She weaved her away around the cloud and dashed back. He was hot on her trail and even though it was a super close call, she finished first and he came behind her a second later.
“Yeah!” she cheered, “I’m awesome.” She nudged him. “Nice try, Soarin.”

He laughed. “Yeah, yeah.”

“No ‘good job’?” she asked, still teasing.

He sat down. “No need to boost your ego more.”

“Aw, it’s not that bad. Besides,” she smirked, “I am awesome.”

You really are, he thought. They shared a comfortable silence looking across the beautiful capital city. Soarin had always preferred quieter towns, but right now, everything was perfect.

“Luna did a pretty good job tonight, didn’t she?” Rainbow said, eyes on the bright moon.

“Yeah,” he responded absently, staring at her. She glowed in the moonlight, it bringing out her smooth cyan coat, her massive, sparkling eyes, and shining prismatic mane. She was absolutely gorgeous.
“So, tell me about yourself,” he prompted. He had wanted to get to know her for an insane amount of time now.

“Whatta you wanna know?” she asked eagerly.

“Everything.”

Her laugh rang in his ears. “Alright. Well... I grew up in Cloudsdale. I live in Ponyville, head of the Weather Patrol, I’m horrible at baking, I’m the element of loyalty, I’m best friends with a princess... I’ve performed a legendary stunt multiple times, and I’m awesome. Oh and one day, I’ll be a Wonderbolt.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah?” Obviously.

“Of course! One day, don’t know when.”

Soarin grinned, amused. “I’m sure you will be.”

“No doubt,” she replied. “Anyways... tell me about you. I told you I wanted to know back when the royal wedding happened.”

He smiled. “Let’s see. I grew up in Cloudsdale too, across from Spitfire, she’s my best friend. I’ve been on the team for eight years... I’m second-in-command. I can be really lazy. Oh, you know I love pie. And I hate tomatoes.”

“Hey, what’s wrong with tomatoes?”

He shrugged. “I don’t like them is all. Now tell me, favourite... colour?”

“Rainbow.” She grinned. “Nah, probably red or blue. You?”

“Any shade of blue.”

Dash nodded. “Okay... favourite city in Equestria?”

Soarin tapped his hoof. “Tough one. I like Cloudsdale, obviously. But maybe... The Crystal Empire or Ponyville. It’s nice, calm, peaceful.”

“Really? I like Manehattan. Or Las Pegasus, I suppose. So much to do there, it’s fun and exciting. Besides Ponyville and Cloudsdale, of course. But they get boring sometimes. Not always a lot going on.”

“Yeah but isn’t it nice sometimes?” he questioned.

She shrugged. “For naps. But... I really like adventure. I like it when something happens. Ponyville doesn’t get that too often. Besides, you know, when it’s cause of evil magic.”

“Oh, yeah. Tell me about that.”

“About what?”

“One of your... dangerous encounters. Any one.”

“There’s a lot to choose from,” she replied, smiling. She tapped her chin. “Alright, so this isn’t centred around me, but... a couple years ago, Princess Celestia asks Twilight to come to Canterlot, for some sort of test. Twi gets all prepared with all her notes and quills and ink and blah blah... boring stuff,” she started, rolling her eyes a little. “Turn out once she gets there, it’s not a written thing. She has to find the crystal heart. Cadence’s magic was weak, King Sombra had returned, and the ponies of the empire were all depressed.”

“Oh!” Soarin exclaimed. “Yeah, I heard about that. Didn’t the princess’s dragon end up getting it?”

“All in good time, Soarin. Anyways, we get there and we see Cadence. Twilight tells up that we can try to bring back the old spirit with how they use to love. Twilight suggested the Crystal Fair, an old tradition, and suggested we put that on. I wasn’t very helpful at first... really was pressuring them to buy things. It wasn’t going well at all. I met Twilight, Princess Cadence and Shining Armour on the balcony. Cadence’s magic was fading and she collapsed. Sombra showed up and the shield around the city disappeared. Me and my friends got together, trying to figure out ways to help. Bring back things they used to do. I found about about jousting. Thought it was super cool, so I made Fluttershy come along with me, even though she was more interested in the animals. Totally her thing. So Applejack goes to pick some berries, and Rarity tries to find about more about the fashion while Pinkie was... playing some sort of instrument. Twilight and Spike went into the castle, trying to find the heart. I didn’t get the whole story. Twilight used her magic, brought back what King Sombra’s castle really looked like. Pretty’s dark, you know. Black and grey. But luckily that was the key to finding it. Twilight opened a door and was faced with an illusion, of the princess telling her she failed. Meanwhile, I was jousting with Fluttershy, which, by the way, I was great at,” she said a hint of pride in her voice. She was a rather animated storyteller.

Soarin listened, hung on every word. “Come on, tell me more. You can’t leave me hanging, Dash.”

“Yeah, alright, alright. Okay, so Sombra was taking over, his dark magic slowly spreading throughout. Everypony was noticing, their spirits were down again, it was super bad... they found out the ‘crystal heart’ wasn’t the real one. We all headed up to join Shining Armour on the balcony, there was no use in trying to cheer them up anymore. Applejack and Rarity tried to reassure them, but by the way things were going. All of us were panicking and Cadence just kept getting weaker and weaker. She couldn’t use her spell anymore. Twilight was trapped and all of a sudden, we looked up. Spike was falling through the air, and he had the real heart in his claws!”
Soarin leaned in closer and Rainbow smiled, totally into her storytelling. “Then Cadence flew across the sky and caught him. She talked to the ponies, who used their love to defeat Sombra. He vanquished and we all turned into crystal ponies.”

“Awesome!” Soarin exclaimed.

“Right? Everypony was elated. Shortly after, everything went back to normal and we left to go to Canterlot. God, it was awful waiting to see if Twilight passed... considering she was supposed to get the heart, not Spike.”

“And? Did she?” Soarin asked, on the edge of his hooves.

Rainbow smirked. “I don’t know if I should tell you...”

Soarin stomped his hoof. “I will pester you endlessly until I get my answer, then.”

Rainbow chuckled. “Well in that case, yes. She passed. Celestia was glad that Twi sacrificed her need to do it by herself.”

“I should have guessed. She is a princess now.”

Rainbow smiled. “So, that’s one of the great adventures of Rainbow Dash. There’s some better ones because I’m a bigger part of it, but save the better ones for another time.” She winked. “I would tell you more but there’s too many to count.”

“Very confident I see, Miss Dash,” he replied in a formal tone.

“Why wouldn’t I be? I’m great!”

“All your encounters are like, on the same level as Daring Do adventures,” he added.

Her eyes lit up at his comment and she let out a small squeal. “You read Daring Do?!”

“Of course!” he nudged her. “A.K. is my favourite author.”

“Heh, same. Favourite book?”

“I really like The Griffin’s Goblet, but my favourite would have to be Daring Do and The Quest~”

“For The Sapphire Stone!” Rainbow exclaimed. “That’s my favourite too. Twilight introduced me to the series.”

They both shared a chuckle at their shared interest. “What’d you read before, then?” he wondered.

Dash shook her head. “I thought reading was something an egghead did. So... I didn’t.”

“I’m offended,” he replied, faking a sigh and grinning. “How’d you get to then? Like reading?”

“I injured my wing flying and was stuck in the hospital. Twilight gave it to me, and after hours of avoiding it, I picked it up and couldn’t put it down. I was embarrassed after being probeswrong, so I hid it from my friends. I went a little crazy after that,” she admitted, looking away.

“What do you mean?”

She looked around. “I was discharged before I finished it. In my great attempt to give it back,” she said sarcastically. “I snuck into the hospital and got it, but they caught me and I tried flying to get away, even though I wasn’t supposed to be. Eventually I gave up and everypony confronted me. I admitted that I liked it and apologized. They all went back to bed, and Twilight gave me it to finish along with the rest of the series. Although since then I’ve collected all of them for myself.” She looked at him and raised a brow when she saw him trying not to laugh.

“Ha! That’s hilarious, Rainbow!” He let out a howl of laughter. “We’re you admitted to a mental hospital?” he asked, trying to be serious.

She rolled her eyes, but a smirk stayed on her muzzle. “Whatever you say, pie boy. Whatever you say.”

Soarin stopped and playfully glared at her. “Not fair.” He fake pouted.

“Is too,” she argued, matching his fake look of anger before brightening. “So, tell me how you got into the Wonderbolts. I heard a little about it, from all the magazines, but I wanna hear from your point of view. So tell me.” She shifted her body to face him and waited patiently.

“I can’t tell it now. All your stories make mine fade in comparison,” he protested.
Compared to you, I’m pretty lame.

“Bullshit. You’re a Wonderbolt, Soarin. Which makes you almost as awesome as me.”

“Well, when you put it that way... alright.” He took a deep breath, prepared to dive right in. “Well, I had been a reserve for almost a year. Spitfire and Fleetfoot had joined about three months before me. I was too nervous to take the best when they did, so I waited and~”

“You knew Fleetfoot before too?” she asked.

Soarin nodded. “Yeah, Spitfire and I met her in flight school and we’ve been friends ever since. We were also acquainted with Rapidfire and Wave Chill.”

“Oh, okay. Continue,” she said, eyes brimming.

“So anyways, I had just filled in for Splint Shear at a show in Vanhoover. She injured three hooves and her left wing in some sort of crash. The next couple days whenever I was around Spit or Fleet, they couldn’t stop looking at me and whispering. I asked them what was going on but they wouldn’t tell me. Later that night, they brought to me to HQ with a blindfold around my eyes. Somepony took it off and we were in Captain Arrow’s office. My friends left and the Captain told me that Splint Shear had retired and was getting tired of Wonderbolt life. He gave the empty position to me. I was so excited. I walked out and there has been a little get together with my parents, my friends, and the rest of the team. That’s my story, not over the top at all.”

He thought she’d be disappointed, but instead her eyes were shining. “Wow, Soarin, that’s amazing! They really care about you, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess they do,” he repeated.

“She got tired of Wonderbolt life?” Dash frowned. “She wasn’t very old, right? She’d only been on the team for just over ten years.”

“I know! I was a little surprised. I actually ended up meeting her and she wanted to teach at the flight school nearby. Her accident had caused some permanent damage to her nerves and muscles, and she wouldn’t have been able to fly the same way again. I get it. If I couldn’t be a Wonderbolt how I was now, I wouldn’t wanna be one at all.”

She bobbed her head in agreement. “Same. Well, you know, it would be hard to be a flyer again knowing I couldn’t be one in the same way I was before...”

Soarin stayed silent, taking in her words. She was definitely someone special. He was growing to be very fond of Rainbow, and he wasn’t sure if he liked or hated the feelings he was starting to have. “So, what’s your favourite...food?”

“Well, it’s not really a food. I love cider though. Like, a lot. I might be addicted,” she admitted sheepishly. “Oh, wait, alright, pasta and potato sandwich on sourdough!” She grinned.

“Oh yeah, cider’s great. Huh, I got some from Sweet Apple Acres once. Best cider I’ve ever had.”

“Right! I used to go super early during cider season, but Pinkie and a bunch of other ponies beat me to it. It’s been a challenge to get some in my hooves.”

“And,” Soarin chuckled. “Didn’t know you were so into carbs, Dash.”

She let out a little giggle. “What can I say?” I wanna hear you laugh all the time.

“You’re not gonna ask me what my favourite food is?”

She smirked and shoved him slightly with her wing. “No point when I already know, Mr. I Love Pie.”
They both laughed at that and fell into a comfortable silence. Minutes passed of the two pegasi staring at the night sky and Rainbow let out a yawn. “I’m beat,” she told him tiredly. “I think I might head back to the castle.”

Soarin ignored the disappointment that rose in his gut and nodded. “Probably a good idea.” He gave her his hoof to help her up and they flew slowly back.

Once they entered the hallway and stopped at her door, she turned to him. “Thanks for tonight. And thank you,” she placed a hoof on his chest. “For really apologizing.”

He tried not stutter at the fact of where she was touching him. “Of course.” A heat lit up his cheeks. “Spitfire wasn’t too happy either, and the rest of the team is sorry too.”

She removed her hoof. Dammit. “I know,” she yawned. “Goodnight, Soar.”

He gave a tender, caring smile for the young mare who captured his attention. “Goodnight, Rainbow.”

takes place after the events of S6 E7 (Newbie Dash.)

Soarin flew ahead of the performance grounds, watching the newest member of the Wonderbolts clean up the mess she had made with her so called ‘stunt’. Spitfire had said no helping her, but what was a little company going to do? She hadn’t said anything about that, or had she? Sometime Soarin merely chose to ignore her, not something he should be proud of. He still felt pretty bad for Rainbow, even clipping his wing on his first day wasn’t as humiliating as landing in a trash can.

Earlier:

“Are you okay, Rainbow Dash?” Soarin had asked.

Fleetfoot huffed. “More like Rainbow Crash!” she shouted, smiling.

Soarin and the other ‘Bolts all laughed at her expense. She became very defensive. “Hey! You guys buzzed me on purpose!”

Spitfire shook her head. “Not quite. You forgot rule number one, newbie.”

At that, Soarin, Fleetfoot, Misty Fly, High Winds, and Surprise all spoke in unison, “Always check both ways before crossing the runway.”

Soarin watched her roll her eyes in humiliation. “Yeah, well, I was just... testing you guys!”

He couldn’t help it, he laughed. He remembered ponies laughing at him on his first day and suddenly realized that it really was no big deal. Dash had a nickname. Everypony had a humiliating story.

“Alright, nopony got hurt and we got a lot to do, so let’s forget about this and get flying!” Spitfire called.

One by one they all flew away, but Soarin heard Misty Fly talk. “Classic rookie move, Rainbow Crash. That was amazing.”

Now:

Soarin touched down, a few feet away from the newbie. “Hey.”

At the sound of his voice, she turned around and a smile creeped on to her muzzle. “Hey, Soarin!” She snickered. “Or should I say Clipper?”

He grinned, relieved at the use of the nickname. “Doesn’t matter, Crash.”

“You can’t help me, you know,” she stated, holding the broom steady.

Soarin sat down on a bench. “I know, but, I can keep you company. No rules against that.” He smiled.

She looked away and blushed lightly. “Thanks.” She started sweeping again.

He felt oddly satisfied with making the colour appear on this pair of lovely cheeks, but he wanted to do more. Rainbow Dash was a pony who never showed emotion, afraid it would harm how ponies saw her. “Can I ask you something?” he asked, hesitantly. He didn’t want to make her upset.

“Sure.”

He decided to be brave and looked her in the eye. “Why were you so bent out of shape when we gave you the nickname?”

Dash sighed and laid the broom down. “I...” she shut her eyes and Soarin sore he saw a tear roll down.

He flinched. “You don’t have to tell me,” he said gently. “I was just curious.” Soarin felt like the world would come crashing down if another tear slipped from her, which was ridiculous, he noted.

“No, no it’s okay. So basically, back in flight school...”

Years ago...

Rainbow Dash soared into the sky. “Okay, flight school! Get ready for Rainbow Dash! Hah—whooooa!”
She landed with a thud. and grunted in pain while trash can stopped rolling.

Hoops snickered. “More like Rainbow Crash!”

All her classmates laughed and together they all chanted in taunting voices, “Rainbow Crash! Rainbow Crash! Rainbow Crash! Rainbow Crash!”

Now:

“I was pretty embarrassed and it got to me. I guess when you guys all laughed... it brought back all that humiliation... is all,” she confided.

Soarin frowned. So it had a deeper meaning, like he suspected. And Celestia knew a proud mare like Dash herself, a nickname like that would crush her confidence completely. “I’m sorry. We didn’t know. The names are supposed to be for fun, but yours isn’t. Not really.”

A loud sigh escaped her lips. “I guess not. Well, it didn’t use to be. But I get it now, you guys are just enjoying yourselves. It’s what you do together. And... I wanna be a part of it. I know you don’t mean it in a mean way, so... there’s no issue in calling me that.” She finished sweeping and tossed the broom down, picking up some leftover trash. “But while we’re on the subject, did you like it when you first got called ‘Clipper’?”

Soarin chuckled, not exactly fond of the memory but not bitter about it. “Honestly, it was no surprise. I used to clip my wing at least once or twice a year since I can remember. When they first gave it to me... I might’ve been a little offended. I asked Fleetfoot about it later and apparently everypony had a nickname. I was fine with it until some guy named West Wind bullied me about it, in a mean way. We got into a bit of a fight.”

“You knew West Wind?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah. Why?”

She looked at the sky. “Huh, I used to idolize him when I was younger. Too bad he turned out to be such a jerk.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Soarin sighed. “I thought he was pretty cool too. He left a year later and things turned back to normal and the name was just an affectionate term again.”

Rainbow wrinkled her nose. “Affectionate?”

“U-uh... yeah! Just, like, friendly. That’s what I mean. Totally not in a romantic way or anything, heh.” He scratched his hoof.

“Okay,” she said simply, putting the lid on the trash can. “Did you really mean what you said before? I’m sure I’m not the most talented flyer you guys ever had.”

He shook his head. “Where’s the proud Rainbow Dash I know?”

“Right here. Be real with me right now.” She walked closer, magenta eyes examining him.

To be truthful, you’re one of my favourite ponies in all of Equestria. “I’m not lying, Crash. You are.”

“Oh,” she looked stunned before smirking. “Can’t believe I doubted myself there. ‘Course I am.”

Soarin chuckled and poked her gently. “Me either. Don’t know what I’d do without your inflated pride.”

She growled playfully and poked him back. “Ha. You said it, don’t know what’d you do without me!”
I really don’t.

Soarin moved his green eyes elsewhere and pointed behind Dash. “Looks like you finished cleaning.”

She followed his hoof and smiled. “Looks like I did. I’m even great at cleaning.”

He smiled at her cockiness. He had never been able to talk to somepony quite so easily, even it had taken him and Spitfire a while before they gotten a regular rhythm in conversation. “Hey, I’m sorry we hurt your feelings, we didn’t mean it.”

She smiled at him and started walking away, motioning for him to follow. “I know, Clipper. It’s okay.”

He followed and quickly caught up, walking side by side. “Where’re we going?”

“Oh, right,” she flashed a half smile. “Are ya thirsty? Cause AJ made me some cider cause she felt bad. Normally I don’t take charity, but,” she stretched her wings and rolled her neck. “It’s cider. So I’m takin’ it. You want some?”

She was asking him to hang out! To go get a drink with her! “Obviously,” he responded coolly and grinned a little.

“Cool! This way to Sweet Apple Acres!” Dash took off, flying through the starry night, and Soarin followed, easily able to keep up with her casual pace.

It wasn’t long before a big farmland came into view, rolling with bright green grass, big, strong apple trees, and a royal red farm. “Oh, wow,” Soarin breathed. “It’s something. Are you sure they won’t be sleeping?”

Rainbow paused for a minute and then shook her head. “Nah, her younger sister, Applebloom, is having a sleepover with her friends Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. Rarity will be there too, she’s Sweetie Belle’s sister.”

They landed and began walking the short distance. “Does Scootaloo have a sister too?” Soarin asked.

“Well, not a blood relative, but the kid’s looked up to me since I can remember. I guess I kinda took her under my wing, she’s kinda like my little sister.” She smiled fondly at the thought. “She’s having trouble with her flying, and I think her wings might be stunted just a little. I’m trying to help her with that.” Dash sighed.

He frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, really. I just don’t wanna let the squirt down. She means a lot to me, ya know? She’s the president of the Rainbow Dash fan club,” she confessed, smiling a little.

At that moment, Soarin grew more awed by the mare, which he didn’t think was possible. She really was kind and inspiring. “That’s cool, Crash. I wish I had somepony I knew personally to look up to when I was her age. Besides my dad.”

“I guess it does sound nice. But you’re a lot of fillies’ heroes all around Equestria, Soarin. I know it isn’t the same, but...”

He smiled and managed to keep away his flush at her compliment. “Yeah, but it’s a great feeling, being an inspiration to young ponies. I wanna be what I never had.”

She stopped walking and stared at him for a moment, bewildered. Her eyes glowed.

Soarin could get lost in those eyes, and he wouldn’t mind if he never found a way out. “Do I have something on my face?” he asked slowly, suddenly self conscious.

She chuckled. “No, no. It’s just... it’s nice to hear. Lots of ponies aren’t always into... helping,” Dash murmured.
The softness of her voice had Soarin turning red, which lucky for him, Rainbow hadn’t seemed to notice. They continued quietly until she stopped in front of the barn house and knocked. “Applejack? Rarity?” she called.

A big crash and a couple of yelps later, the door swung open, revealing the orange earth pony. “Rainbow Dash, what’re you doin’ here at this hour?” she asked, eyebrows knitted together.

Rainbow shrugged. “I finished cleaning up and I remember you said you had some cider?”

Applejack rolled her eyes. “Aight, c’mon in.” Her green eyes shifted to Soarin. “Well if it ain’t my best customer at the gala,” she greeted with a smile. “Come in, partner.” Soarin obliged, smiling gratefully at her.

“Applejack! Who is it?” a higher pitch voice called. Soarin recognized Rarity’s voice.

“It’s just Dash and one of her Wonderbolt friends, Rarity!” She turned to face him. “Uh, Soarin, right?”
He nodded. “Soarin!” she added.

“Yes, yes, coming!” Rarity yelled.

A couple seconds later, the designer and three fillies made their way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Soarin noticed the orange pegasus with purple eyes was staring at him.

“Hi Rainbow Dash!” Applebloom and Sweetie Belle chirped.

“Hey, girls. Hey Scoots.” Dash tilted her head when she noticed Scootaloo staring, mouth open. “Uh, hello? Scootaloo?” she waved a blue hoof in front of the young pegasus’s eyes.

“Y-you’re... a... Wonderbolt!” she shrieked, pointing at Soarin.

Soarin chuckled and nodded. “Yes I am. And you’re Scootaloo. Crash here told me about you.”

“She did!?” she exclaimed before drawing her mouth into a thin line. “Hey, don’t call Rainbow Dash that, she doesn’t like~”

Rainbow placed a hoof on Scootaloo’s mouth. “It’s alright, Scoots. I’m over it.”

“Oh,” she said before brightening. “Alright then.”

“So, AJ, where’s the cider?” Dash asked.

Applejack rolled her eyes. “Hold your horses there, Rainbow. I’ll go get it.”

“Rarity, can we have some too?” Sweetie Belle asked politely.

“I don’t know, Sweetie, it’s getting kind of late.”

“Please Rarity!” the young filly whined and looked at her big sister with large, pleading eyes.

“Oh, fine,” Rarity gave in, trying to hide a smile of her own.

“Yay! Applebloom, Scootaloo, can you stay up as well?”

Soarin chuckled at the energetic sight, amused.

The other two had scurried off to ask Applejack, who came in a second later with a tray with seven mugs on it, placing it down on the table. “Alright, alright, sugarcubes. You can stay up.”

The three fillies cheered as they hopped on the table, Scootaloo settling in between Rainbow Dash and Applebloom. Soarin noticed Rainbow wrap her wing around Scootaloo affectionately as she took a sip of her cider.

“So darlings, what are you two doing out here together?” Rarity propped her chin on her hooves and grinned, a mischievous look in her eyes.

Soarin took a sip of his cider, avoiding her question, getting what she was hinting at.

Dash either didn’t notice or chose to ignore her friend. “Clipper here came by while I was cleaning to keep me company.”

“Well that was mighty kind of ya,” Applejack commented, nodding her head in approval.

“Absolutely.” Rarity agreed, the teasing smile not yet wiped off her face.

Dash put her almost finished drink down and cocked an eyebrow at the unicorn. “Uh, Rarity? What’s with your...” she waved her hoof, “smile?”

It vanished as Rarity took a gulp of her drink. “Nothing, dear.”

“Right,” Rainbow said, side glancing at Soarin.

“So, Crash, wanna tell me about another one of your... exploits?”

She brightened at that, nodding her head. “Of course! AJ, Rare, you can help me out.”

“What... exploits are you talking about?” Rarity questioned.

Applejack elbowed her. “He means the times we’ve saved all of Equestria, am Ah right?”
Soarin nodded.

Dash perked up. “How about... oh! When we found the elements? Or when we defeated Discord, or Starlight, or Tirek, or~”

“Elements sound fine, darling. Shall we?”

Applejack nodded and they began the riveting tale of how the six had ventured into the Everfree Forest in hopes of finding the elements. They told the story with great detail, and didn’t miss anything about Applejack’s honesty, Fluttershy’s kindness for the manticore, Pinkie defeating their fears of the trees, Rarity’s generosity for the sea serpent, or how Rainbow Dash had proved their loyalty by turning down an incredibly tempting offer. And of course the battle with NightmareMoon and her transformation back into Princess Luna.

They finished an hour later, and the three fillies were nodding off while Soarin stared with wide eyes. “Wow,” he muttered. “So... you’re Honesty,” he pointed to Applejack, “Generosity,” he nodded his chin in Rarity’s direction. They both nodded. “Pinkie Pie is Laughter, Fluttershy is Kindness, Twilight is Magic.”

“Darn right,” Applejack confirmed. “And RD here is~”

“Loyalty.” Soarin looked at Rainbow and saw her looking at him as well, a softness that wasn’t there before. “Dash is Loyalty,” he repeated.

Time stood still as they stared at each other, a light and tender gaze that shared so much... hope. It lasted a few seconds as Rarity cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, but these three are tired and I think it’s their bedtime.” She picked Sweetie Belle up with her magic. “Goodnight Soarin, goodnight Dashie!”

“Ah agree, Ah’m plum-tuckered out. See you later Rainbow Dash. Nice seeing ya Soarin.” She lifted Applebloom onto her back and disappeared.

Dashie? Cute.
Soarin stood up. “Thanks for having me, Applejack,” he called.

Rainbow looked at Scootaloo and lifted her up, turning to Soarin. “I’m just gonna put her in bed. I’ll be back in a second.”

The pale blue stallion stood there, not sure how to feel. He felt nice and warm and good being here with Rainbow and her friends and suddenly wished he could spend everyday like this, around her, always. He couldn’t ignore that his feelings for Dash went beyond just a friendship anymore, remembering Rarity’s accusation from before and shook his head violently. His thoughts these days were either training, pie, or Rainbow Dash. Mostly the last one. Alright, he thought about Dash a lot. How could anypony not think about her? She was cool and loyal and funny and sassy and confident and... impossibly sweet and caring under her rough and tough exterior. And believe it or not, he didn’t mind her cockiness or brashness or the occasional self-centredness and the bragging. Because it made her Rainbow Dash. And he wanted all of her. Not just bits and pieces. Upon this realization, Soarin turned beat red and closed his eyes. I like her. I like Crash.

“Ready to go?” Rainbow asked, raspy voice interrupting his thoughts. A lot, I like her a lot.

“Yeah, let’s go,” he agreed, walking out of the house and into the while she joined him.

“Sorry about Rarity,” she told him, laughing a little.

“You knew what she was talking about? Like...”

“You and me?” she finished, looking away. “Well, yeah, I know Rarity and her... intentions. It’s just easier to pretend I don’t.”

“Oh,” he said numbly. “That makes sense...”

“Besides,” she added. “It’s not like what she said was true, right?”

Of course, she’s too good for me. “Right, yeah,” he replied, forcing himself to laugh.

“Exactly, no sweat. Now, normally I would stay at my house but since I’m on probation for a month I guess I’ll stay at HQ.”

“That’s good, yeah. And you know, it might be easier when we’re training for the weeks to just sleep there as well. Beats having to get up early in the morning to fly.”

She was silent for a moment, in thought. “Yeah, it’s just I don’t like being far away to be my friends. I tend to wanna be near them, in case they need my help.”

“Cause you’re just so amazing?” Soarin joked. He saw the headquarters coming into view.

Rainbow swerved heading to the ground. “Obviously.” She smirked at him as they landed and walked into the building together. “Well, I should probably take a quick shower.”

“Yeah, okay, I’ll see you in the morning Crash.” He sent her a warm smile.

“Soarin, wait,” she said.

He turned around and forced a smile on his face, despite the disappointment he was feeling. “Yeah Rainbow?”

She suddenly looked a little shy, although she tucked the look away and walked closer so they face to face, mere inches apart. A second later and she had wrapped her slim yet toned arm around his neck, her head leaning against his cheek. He could smell the soft scent of... vanilla and... rainbows? A spice only a rainbow could have. It didn’t matter, she smelled ravishing. And what the hell, he was hugging Rainbow Dash. Soarin suspected the mare didn’t do this with a lot of ponies.

“Thank you,” she whispered in his ear and pulled away. He kept in his sigh of frustration and tilted his head. She was so close, her body pressed against his. Making him imagine being much, much closer.

“What for?”

She shrugged simply. “For being you.” She stretched. “I’m gonna hit the shower now. ‘Night, Clipper.”

“Goodnight, Crash,” he murmured as she walked away, mind still on the hug. He tried to focus on that, on training, anything really, besides the fact that she seemed to have no romantic interest in him. He couldn’t help it, he thought about her anyways. He slipped into bed, careful not to wake anypony up.

She’s staying here for a whole month! Yeah! Okay,you have to be settled down and asleep before she gets out of the shower. So that means she’s wet and relaxed and- No, Soarin. Don’t think about that, no matter how hot she is. He groaned hopelessly. It was going to be a long night.

takes place when Dash takes Zephyr to the Wonderbolts Headquarters for a job during S6 E11.

the restaurants and games nights will take place in another story that is in this universe, but from Dash’s POV.

:)

Soarin had just finished eating a lunch of a chicken salad, and was shamelessly looking for something to do. That he thought was interesting. They had had the day off, but him, Spitfire, Fleetfoot, and Wave Chill had done a short workout. Additional to the one Soarin had done before out of boredom and to keep in shape. As a Wonderbolt, he had to exercise well, and while normally the team had vigorous training for weeks at a time, they had finally convinced Spitfire to let them have a couple days off. Since they had just performed a bunch of shows, it was only fair before they had to start training and practicing for their next event.

“Alright, guys!” Spitfire called. The rest of the ‘Bolts were still eating lunch as they turned to their captain. Once she saw she had their attention, she continued. “I didn’t make you guys clean yesterday because Crash’s friend, Fluttershy, has a brother that needs a job and is going to do it today. Apparently he’s a bit of a slacker, so you know, don’t hesitate to put him in his place. But also don’t go to far... we don’t to gain a bad reputation over Crash trying to help a friend.” With that, she sat down in between Fleetfoot and Wave Chill, to which she didn’t notice the latter blushed a little.
Although Soarin knew Spitfire loved her leader role, he also knew she enjoyed the moment where she didn’t have to boss her teammates, or more importantly, friends, around.

“Hey, Spitfire, when’s Crash and the dude getting here?” Soarin asked, walking over to the table.

She took a bite of her sandwich. “Uh, I don’t know. Maybe ten minutes.”

“What’s his name?”

“Umm... I think it’s Breeze. Something Breeze.”

Fleetfoot, finished with her food, snickered. “Why, Soarin? Afraid he’s got her heart?”

Soarin sighed. Ever since he had realized his feelings for Dash, he had been extra careful not to talk about her, and when his friends brought the subject up, he had become overly defensive. No matter how well he tried to conceal it, his friends saw right through it. And it angered him that they did. “Hey, Fleet, I saw Lightning over there with some other mare, last night,” he quipped.

The look on her face deflated and she looked sadly at the flirt who had become the object of her affections recently. She didn’t bother with a comeback as she picked up her tray and walked away.

Wave Chill and Spitfire sent glares at him. “Come on Clipper, go apologize,” Wave Chill told him sternly.

Although Fleetfoot had a habit of teasing everypony, she truly meant no harm, and was actually very kind.

“She was bothering me too.”

“Yeah but she was just teasing. You meant to upset her,” Wave replied. He didn’t even notice Spitfire’s tender expression directed towards him at standing up for her very close friend.
Soarin sighed and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, alright. Guess I’m not in the best mood.” He walked away as the two ponies continued to talk. “Fleet?” he called. “Fleetfoot?”

He heard a locker bang shut, and figuring it was his friend, he went to the locker room, but bumped into a different pony. He was tall, skinny, with a light turquoise coat, pink eyes, and blonde hair up in some sort of bun. And what was he doing? Poking around in Rainbow Dash’s locker. Soarin stiffened, forgetting about Fleetfoot. “Excuse me, who are you?”

The stallion looked up. “Oh hello there! Are you one of them, uh, whatcha call it, ‘Wonderbolts’?”

“Yeah... um, why are you in Rainbow Dash’s locker?”

“Oh, well Rainbows has a job for me here, so she says. But I think she’s just tryna spend more time with me. She and I are... well,” he smirked and nudged Soarin, “we haven’t defined it. You know how mares are.”

Him and Rainbow Dash are a thing? How could she stand to be with somepony like him? He figured that was what had put him in a bad state of mind. The thought of Dash with somepony else made his stomach churn.

“Zephyr, what are you doing in my locker?” Rainbow Dash snapped, coming around the corner.

“Figured we might as well get to know each other better, Rainbows,” he replied, putting a hoof around her.

She gagged and pulled herself away from him. “You are here for a job.” She gritted her teeth in annoyance and began to push him out. “This way, Spitfire will tell you what to do.”

“Alright alright! No need to push Rainbows, we can hold hooves if you like, I am all yours,” Zephyr drawled out.

Soarin watched them go and saw her glance back giving him an apologetic look before rounding the corner. Deciding to talk to her later, Soarin continued his search for Fleetfoot.
He walked outside and saw his friend sitting on the stairs. He went and joined her. “Hi,” he said quietly.

“Oh, hey,” she muttered. It was a little hard to see his friend like this, usually she was energetic and cheerful. Well, not as cheerful as Surprise, but then again, no one was. Except for Pinkie Pie.

“Look Fleetfoot, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I guess I was just getting annoyed about the teasing about me and Rainbow,” Soarin apologized.

The white maned mare sighed and shook her head. “I know you didn’t mean it, it’s just a reminder that Lightning won’t ever feel the same way, you know?” she sniffed. “Gosh, we’re supposed to be level-headed Wonderbolts. I don’t know why I’m acting like this over some stallion.” She laughed a little.

“It’s alright. I guess emotions are normal for other ponies,” he replied and they both shared a chuckle. “Seriously, though. You’re a great friend and flyer. Lightning would be lucky to have you. And if he doesn’t see you that way then... his loss.”

Fleetfoot leaned on him. “Thanks, Clipper. And I’m sorry too, I only d it for fun...” She removed her head from his shoulder and stood up.

“Yeah. Well, I guess I was getting so defensive because...” he trailed off, not sure why he was admitting it to the pony who would tease I’m the most about it. “Because you were right. I do like Dash.” He hesitantly looked into his friend’s light purple eyes. “And I snapped at you because she’s coming with another guy. Her best friend’s brother. She’s known him her whole life, even though she seems annoyed by him, which makes sense, ‘cause he is annoying,” he ranted.

She only hook her head. “Soarin, I know. And don’t worry, I won’t tell her. As long as you do it within the next fifteen minutes.” She smirked.

Soarin’s jaw dropped. “What?” he sputtered.

She laughed. “I’m teasing Clipper. Anyways, I’m gonna go for a fly. Something about the stallion Crash brought in... he’s weird.”

“Yeah he was snooping through her locker, and I saw him in Rapid’s too.”

“Well sir, gives me more the reason to get out of here,” she said and saluted. “See ya later!”

Soarin waved goodbye and headed back inside towards the hallway where he ran into Spitfire. “Hey, Spitfire.”

She didn’t bother with a hello. “That brother of Fluttershy’s is a piece of work,” she muttered, “I feel bad for his family.”

“Should we send them an apology letter?” Soarin asked, tone slightly sarcastic. They both snickered.

“No, but I’ll tell Crash to send my sympathies to Fluttershy,” she responded and straightened. “Did you find Fleet?”

“Yeah. She was mainly upset about Lightning not returning her feelings more than she was mad at me. She took off to get away from Zephyr.”

Spitfire raised her eyebrows. “Wish I could follow her example,” she said. “I told him to clean the compound and then the mess hall, Crash is standing guard but can you go check? I’ll be there in a few.” She flew off, yellow wings flapping.

Soarin proceeded to walk back inside and into the mess hall where Zephyr was groaning and complaining while he lazily scrubbed a table.
“Oh come on, Zephyr! You have all the rest of these to go!”

“Hey Dash,” Soarin called, walking over to her.

She turned to face him and her annoyed expression disappeared. “Hiya Clipper, what’s up?”
Soarin felt proud that he was able to make his friend and the girl he liked frustrations go away, if not only for a moment.

He shrugged. “Not much... Fleetfoot both took off at the sight of this guy.” He pointed to the turquoise stallion who was washing the tables.

Dash chuckled. “Can’t blame em’ now can I?”

“Not exactly... “ he smirked, “Mind if I watch with you? Spit told me to until she got back.”

“Ugh, please, he’ll drive me insane otherwise.” She gave him a smile and Soarin ignored his racing heartbeat.

They stared while he scrubbed and after thirty long minutes, Rainbow and Soarin were discussing old Wonderbolt shows when Zephyr wailed, “Rainbows, I’m all finished! Now...” he furrowed his brow. “Uh, Rainbows, who is this? He bothering you?”

Dash rolled her eyes. “No, he isn’t. You are,” she muttered in a quiet voice.

“What was that Rainbows?” He pressed his face very close to hers and Soarin saw the flash of real discomfort on her face that lasted for barely a sixteenth of a second before it turned to pure annoyance. But Soarin had had it. He stepped closer to Rainbow and separated their faces with his wing, standing protectively in front of her. “She’s not interested,” he stated firmly.

Zephyr rolled his eyes, but nonetheless, he backed away. “Oh relax, I was just teasing, right Rainbows?”

Dash didn’t reply. “Alright Zeph, time to get moving on that cloud busting!”

Zephyr frowned. “Say what? I just cleaned all these tables.”

“Yeah, and now you’re gonna bust clouds.” She sent a glare at him.

He started to whine. “But Rainbows~”

“No ‘buts’ Mr. Breeze!” a loud voice yelled. Spitfire. For once, Soarin was grateful for her deafening and terrifying leader voice. She flew right up and stared him straight in the eye. “Listen Buster, we take our jobs very seriously. It is of the utmost importance that you do too so we can do ours. Since you clearly can’t listen to Rainbow Dash here without flirting, you’re gonna have me keeping an eye on you too!”

Zephyr looked terrified. “Uh...”

“What was that!?”

“Yes ma’am,” he managed.

“Great, follow me.” Spitfire flew out the door with a shaky Zephyr Breeze behind her.

Rainbow Dash walked to the window and watched as Zephyr began to clear the clouds away. “Clipper, you didn’t have to do that.”

Soarin went to join her. “Yeah, well, he didn’t seem to be taking the hint.”

“It’s been that way for a long time, I can handle myself. No biggie,” she replied as her magenta eyes followed Zephyr’s every move. “Seriously, when I was at Fluttershy’s for the first time when we were like, six, and as soon as he saw me, Zeph begged me to marry him.” She snickered at that.

“So you’ve been dealing with him for awhile?” Soarin asked and held in a chuckle as Spitfire continued yelling.

She sighed. “Unfortunately, yes. But like I said, I’ve pretty much gotten used to it. So really, no biggie.”

“And you don’t feel the same way he does?”

She cocked an eyebrow, wondering why he was curious. “Good god, no. Can’t stand him.

Soarin felt an overwhelming sense of relief at her confirmation. “Alright, I know,” he smiled at her. “You’re the great Rainbow Dash, of course you can handle yourself.”

She grinned back at him. “Thank you. And~” she glanced out the window and saw Zephyr sleeping while Spitfire was in the middle of talking to Lightning Streak. “Oh no, no no no,” Rainbow declared. “Gotta go Soar!” She zoomed out of the room and into the sky, which Soarin could see her bringing a black cloud right behind the sleeping stallion’s back.
She smiled wickedly, and with a strong and powerful kick, lightning shot out and zapped him right on the tail and through his body. Soarin watched in amusement as Zephyr was brought to life and was faced with Rainbow yelling at him. Zephyr took her anger until she was done, and proceeded to glare at everypony before yelling something and flying away.

Spitfire noticed and flew over to help Dash, who had started clearing the clouds herself. Deciding to spend more time with two of the most important ponies in his life, Soarin flew over. “Guess I’ll help you guys.”

“Sweet Celestia Crash, I didn’t know he was gonna be this much of a pain,” Spitfire groaned and kicked a cloud.

Dash rubbed her neck. “Sorry Captain.”

“It’s fine. Let’s just get this cleared up, I have some paperwork to do.”

Soarin cheered at this opportunity. “Hey Spit, it’s alright, I’ll help Crash. You go.”

She sent a knowing smirk in his direction and flew off, leaving the two. “You good, Crash?” he questioned casually.

“Yeah yeah. I just feel bad for Flutters I guess, I’ll go help her out later though.” There was some sort of longing in her voice that he couldn’t quite place.

“You’re a good friend,” he replied softly. Sensing his tone, Rainbow stopped what she was doing and looked at him. They simply stared for a few moments, and just like at the wedding and the restaurants and bars and game nights, it was just them again, Soarin forgetting everything he was, and he was just a pony with the mare he liked.

“Soarin... I... you’re a good friend too,” she answered, just as softly as he had. They both continued to look at each other and he could notice a light flush on her cheeks.
Oh my goodness, she’s blushing!

“Well, yeah, you’re a great pony.”

She smiled widely at that. But no cocky comment came from her lips as she gently set her hoof on his arm. Just, “And you, Mr. Clipper,” she said, tilting her head at him, “are one of the best I know.”

Soarin’s point of view in the comic Friends Forever: Issue 36. releasedin the beginning of 2017.

Earlier:

The Wonderbolts were in Cloudsdale, performing another show that always captured the crowd’s attention.

“We love you Fleetfoot!” several fans cheered.

Soarin, Fleetfoot, Wave Chill and High Winds had just finished a stunning diamond streak, while Spitfire, Rainbow, and the rest of the team had flown around it, making it sparkle. Just as Soarin had finished, he still couldn’t erase the thoughts that had accompanied him to every show.

Not good enough, not worthy, you are not Wonderbolt material.

Now:

In those few moments, his gaze had averted towards a random cloud, and had caused him to crash right into Wave Chill, which then caused the whole routine to be messed up.
Luckily for the level-headed team, they had recovered quickly and had all managed to finish cleanly. However, while the rest of the team had been concerned and confused that their second-in-command had been so distracted, Spitfire the captain had been severely unimpressed. He replayed their conversation as he flew through the harsh winds that never ended on the famous Mt. Everhoot.

Earlier:

“What the hell was that, Soarin?!”

He looked away, officially guilty. “I don’t know...”

“You don’t know? You don’t know?! You messed up in front of everypony! You crashed right into Wave Chill and ruined our routine, and right in our hometown for pony’s sake, Soar. What has gotten into you?”

Her cold words had him flinch, and he let a single tear roll down his cheek. He must have let what happened at the Equestria Games Tryouts really get to him.

“Look, Soarin...” Spitfire said gently, changing to a friend. “What’s up? Are you okay?”

He shook his head and sighed. “No, Spit. I’ve been distracted, ever since you replaced me... I don’t think I’m good enough for this...”

Her concerned expression turned to a very distraught one. “Soarin, you’re one of the best Wonderbolts! How could you say that?”

He looked right into his friend’s orange eyes, and couldn’t help but feel a singe of anger. “Because I haven’t proven myself.” An idea formed in his head and he nodded determinedly. “And I’m going to.” He saluted and formed his mouth into a thin line. “Captain, I’m going to Mt. Everhoot. I’ll be back as soon as I feel I’ve improved.”

“Soarin, you don’t need to do that! You’ve proven yourself time and time again~”

“Not lately I haven’t,” he interrupted darkly. And with no other word exchanged, he flew out of the room.

Now:

Soarin had just finished a delivery, and was speeding his way back to Jett’s, wanting to make as many deliveries as possible. However, it was hard to navigate in the dark and he hadn’t slowed down by the time the runway came into view. He was gonna crash. Dammit, dammit, dammit.
He could hear pony’s voices yelling all around him, but a raspy voice stuck out to him.
He smashed into the trees and fell, landing in a pile of snow. Hastily, he stood up and brushed himself off, placing his goggles on his forehead and walked away from the trees.

“Kid! You okay?” a male’s voice shouted.

Soarin looked away, trying to rid of a stick attached to his jacket. “I’m good, just a little beat up,” he replied as he removed the stick.

“Soarin!” a familiar female voice called out.
No, it couldn’t be, had she come all the way up here? He felt his heart flutter as he laid eyes on Rainbow Dash. Her mane whipping in the wind, and the front part of her body covered in her Wonderbolt jacket.

“Crash?” he asked. “Make that beat up... and embarrassed,” he groaned. He just had to screw up in front of her.

The blue male pegasus smiled at him. “Good job, kid. A little rough, but you made the delivery.”

The short brown one nodded his head. “Come on inside and get some hot cider. Might be the best out of Sweet Apple Acres yet!”

“Come on, Soarin, let’s get~” she stopped mid sentence and turned to him, eyes lighting up. “Did he say Sweet Apple Acres cider?? How’d they manage that?”

Soarin reminded himself of why he was here. And it was not to swoon over and fall for Rainbow more than he already had. “Why are you here, Crash? Spitfire send you?” he asked, giving her a knowing look.

She bit her lip and Soarin tried not to stare at them, moistened by the cold. “Well yeah, but only because she knew I’m a strong enough flyer to get up here!” she exclaimed.

Really, Spit?
“Or she doesn’t care enough to come herself,” he said, frowning.

Dash looked at him sympathetically as they walked. “I’m sure that’s not it,” she told him gently. “Let’s go in and talk about this over some cider,” she proposed.

I wish I could.
“Uh... maybe later, Crash. I need to make sure the delivery is okay.”

“Okay, then. We’ll talk later.” She put up no argument and instead stared at the ground before announcing, “I’m gonna have cider!” And with that, she disappeared inside.

He flew away, and was happy to find he needed to go to a nearby town and pick up a few satchels. As he flew, his mind raced. She sent Crash, huh? Why didn’t she come herself, is she that... afraid of me? Or angry? Or disappointed? Not that I’m not happy to see Crash, Celestia knows I always am... but I don’t want the mare I like to pity me! You should have come, Spitfire. I need my best friend.

He dove downwards and stopped at a small building, heading inside. “Hello? I’m here to pick some satchels!”

A minute later, a young stallion appeared, clearly nervous. “Are y-you from Jett’s?” he asked, eyes wide.

Despite his mood, Soarin managed to smile. “I am. Do you where the satchels are?”

The boy nodded. “Yes s-sir. I’ll go g-get them for you.” He scampered away.

Not worthy, not good enough.

He returned, a large bag full of tanned leather satchels in hoof. He laid them on Soarin’s back and nodded at him. “Good luck out there, sir.”

“Uh, yeah, you too!” Soarin closed his eyes as he opened the door, but resisting the cold, he gave a few strong flaps and lifted into the air, keeping himself steady as he headed back to Jett’s.
Fortunately for Soarin, he was a strong stallion and had incredible strength and endurance. And although he wasn’t having loads of trouble here, he felt the desired need to prove himself. He would be unstoppable. Fearless. He shifted as he saw Jett’s, and promptly dropped the bag into a delivery box, before dashing to the front door, opening it with a loud smash.

“C’mon Soarin! Let’s get out of here before you get yourself seriously injured!” Dash yelled the second he burst through the door.

I don’t quit so easily, Dash. “No way! I’m going to master this mountain!” He turned to Jett and lifted his chin. “Jett! Gimme a cider.” He flapped his wings in an effort to get the snow off before walking over and sitting next to the prismatic mare.

Jett rolled his eyes and stared at Rainbow Dash. “We’re out of cider. Somepony drank it all.”

Soarin looked at Rainbow. “What?” she asked. “Clearly you’ve never had to contend with Pinkie Pie for it,” she defended. Shaking her bangs out of her eyes, she looked at Soarin, a believing smile on her face. “C’mon! You’re a Wonderbolt! We’re the best flyers in Equestria. You’ve already proven yourself.” She leaned her head on a hoof.

Soarin looked away, unable to meet her gaze. “Not lately I haven’t.” Her face turned to a frown and he continued. “Proving I’m good enough to be a Wonderbolt is one thing,” he said. “Staying that good is something else. Did you see me at that last show?” he muttered.
She wouldn’t tease him now. They had gotten to know each other well, having a natural connection with one another. He felt comfortable confiding in her as a friend, although he still didn’t want to appear weak. Crushes were confusing.

She nodded. “Okay, yeah, that was awful, but~” She was interrupted with a loud buzz. “Wha-what’s that?” she yelled, shocked.

“The extreme weather alarm,” he replied, looking at the ground.

Her jaw dropped. “You mean the weather hasn’t been extreme before now?” she cried, pupils shrunken.

“Urgent message from Yakyakistan!” the mail pony announced, eyes going in two different directions.

Soarin watched as two senior ponies picked up the letters. “What is it?” the blue one asked.

“The yak strain of the Equine flu has hit them hard! They need a triple order of Everplant right away!” the brown pegasus exclaimed, reading the note.

The blue one shook his head, baffled. “Well they’re not getting it right away! There’s no pony crazy enough to go out in this storm,” he exclaimed. “And it’ll take hours to get the weather cleared up.”

I am.

“But yaks need that medicine!” the older pegasus protested.

Soarin stepped forward with determination. “I’ll do it.”

“You sure, kid?”

Soarin nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

He was about to receive a couple instructions when a voice rang out. “He’s not sure!” Rainbow interjected, stepping to him, features hardened.

“Stay out of this, Crash,” Soarin told her.

He didn’t want to sound harsh, but he couldn’t let her get mixed up in his problems. She didn’t back down. That was the Crash he knew.

“Well, if you’re going, then... I’m going with you!”

No, no, I can’t let you get hurt. And while he could say that in his head, he had no right telling this headstrong mare what to do. “Suit yourself,” he said simply.

She walked with him as they both trotted to the edge of the mountain, looking out as the winds showed no sign of stopping. They glanced at each other, magenta meeting emerald. Thank you, thank you, you’re so amazing- No, Soarin. Stop it. Later.

“Uhh, Soarin?”

“Yeah?”

They took off, flying higher. “You sure you want to do this?” she called.

He felt the thrill as the air pushed through his mane. “You know it!”

A daring look made its way onto her face and she pulled on her goggles, speeding up. He did the same, and together they rounded corners and made sharp turns through the hills and mountains, dark blue and rainbow jetting out behind them. Despite the circumstances, Soarin felt free. Just him and her, flying. They had a mission, and he couldn’t think of anypony else he’d rather be doing it with.

Dash flew ahead and turned, leaving him in the dust for a second, but in that second, a rumble of thunder echoed and Soarin could only watch as a bolt of lightning struck Dash. “Ahhh!” she screamed, unable to fly and plummeted towards her doom.

Oh god, oh god, Dash, my Dashie, no no no.
Adrenaline kicked in and Soarin shot straight towards her, forgetting everything else. All that mattered was that he reached Rainbow Dash. All that mattered was that she was safe, and he would be able to breathe. And everything would be okay. As long as she wasn’t hurt.
He caught her in his arms, carrying her bridal style and spotted a cave, flying towards it. He could feel her small, muscled body shivering slightly as she silenced herself, realizing she was alright. He landed in the cave and set her down gently. Please be okay. I don’t know what I’d do without you. You have to be okay. Please, please. “Are you alright?” he murmured.

She nodded, stunned and sat down, looking at the ground. He took a seat beside her and examined her body, making sure there weren’t any injuries. Even with her mane tangled and tired eyes, Soarin thought she was the most beautiful mare he had ever seen. He didn’t think that would ever change.

Rainbow turned to him and grinned. “You really saved my hide back there. That dive was amazing,” she told him gratefully.

Soarin smiled a little. “You aren’t the only one with fancy moves,” he replied.

“That’s why I don’t understand what you’re doing here. You’re a great flyer.”

He became quiet, only for a second. “I don’t expect you to understand.”
I’m nothing compared to you.

She gave him a reassuring yet playful look. “Try me,” she challenged.

He sighed. “You’re a naturally good flyer, Rainbow Dash,” he began. “A great one in fact. You did a sonic rainboom as a filly!”

She puffed her chest. “Pretty awesome, right?” Absolutely.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes, ashamed. “But me? Maybe I have some raw talent, but I’ve always had to work harder. I always knew I wanted to be a Wonderbolt, but nearly everypony told me that I’d never be that good.” He couldn’t look at her. He was officially embarrassed. “So I practiced harder than anypony. Practically did nothing else.” And with that, he opened his eyes.

Dash furrowed her brow before smiling again, trying her hardest to be positive and encouraging. “And you became a Wonderbolt! So, what’s the problem?” she questioned, listening intently.

“Just because I made it, doesn’t mean I still don’t feel like a fraud sometimes.”

“What?”

He gazed at her. “You saw what happened last show,” he reminded.

She shrugged. “We all have bad days. Did you forget my first official appearance?”

The memory made him smile. Eventually, Dash always made him smile. “Heh, no, I didn’t... Rainbow Crash.” They both chuckled.
You always seem to make me feel better, even if it’s just for a minute. “I don’t know... I guess I’ve never completely gotten over Spitfire wanting to replace me during the Equestria Games.” With you.

At that, Rainbow bobbed her head. “Yeah, that wasn’t great. But she’s really worried about you being up here.”

Doubt it. Nah, come on, Soar, you’re like her brother. She deserves the worry.
His emotions were confusing. “Not enough to come herself.”

She gave him a gentle smile. “Spitfire’s not exactly warm and fuzzy, but she respects and cares about you. We all do.” She looked at him with such... care in her eyes. “You’re the heart of the Wonderbolts, and we would not be a team without you.”

He averted his gaze, touched by her kind words. Thank you, thank you. “You really mean that?” he asked.

“Of course I do! All the ‘Bolts think you’re amazing.” She grinned. “And you don’t need to come to the top of a mountain to prove it,” she added, smirking a little.

Soarin only smiled, finally feeling confident. He just needed an apology. “Thanks, Dash. That means a lot.”

They both stretched. “One more thing,” she said. “The next time you’re feeling adventurous, hold off for a couple hours until the weather clears.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Fair enough. Let’s go make this delivery!”

They grinned and sped off.

The delivery went smoothly now that the weather was clear, and as they whipped and spun through the air, they talked and laughed. “You and High Winds scared Spitfire?” Dash questioned, laughing.

“Right? She totally freaked out! When she found out it was a prank...” his eyes went wide and he grinned. “Not sure you wanna know.”

“Of course I do, it’ll make me sure to never scare the Captain. And it’s been tempting many times,” she replied, slowing down.

He smiled at her mischievousness. “Fine, fine. Clean all the toilets for a month and do Lightning Streak’s laundry.”

Rainbow’s rosy eyes widened in horror. “Oh god,” she exclaimed, smiling. “You’ve been through a lot, Clipper,” she sympathized sarcastically.

“It was really hard on me,” he agreed, wiping a fake tear from his eye.
They both laughed and looked at each other, smiling happily, content with each other’s company. They dove as the bar came into view, and when they got inside, Soarin announced cheerfully, “Delivery complete, Jett!”

“Soarin! Crash!” He opened his eyes and saw none other than Spitfire sitting at a stool, a satisfied and calm smile on her face.

“Spitfire? What are you doing here?” Even though he was still hurt, he felt joy at seeing his best friend.

She smirked. “Getting my two best flyers off this mountain!” Sighing, she stepped forward and looked Soarin in the eye. “When I found out you were upset that I sent Crash instead of coming myself, I realized it was a mistake. Also, I am still ashamed of how I acted during the Equestria Games Qualifiers. I just didn’t want to admit it. Can you forgive me... for all of this?” she asked, looking into his eyes with a sincere, hopeful look.

“Of course,” he answered. I love you. They all took a seat at the bar, Spitfire in between the two. “But how did you know I was upset about you not coming?”

He saw Dash smirk and she gestured to the cross eyed mailpony beside her. “I may have taken advantage of the mail service here.”

Spitfire turned to him. “What do you say? Ready to come back and start planning routines for the Spring?”

“Sounds like a plan,” he smiled.

She turned to Rainbow. “You too, Crash! You weren’t planning on taking the Winter off or anything, we’re you?”
Soarin flashed her a teasing smile, knowing full on that she was planning to take the winter off.

“No ma’am!” she replied in her assured voice. She rolled her eyes playfully at him.

They all stood up. “I guess this is it, Jett. Thanks for everything,” Soarin told him gratefully.

Jett smiled. “Thank you, kid, for taking more chances than any pony I’ve ever met!”

Spitfire turned, clearly ready to leave. “Now grab your things and let’s go straight home!” she announced.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dash grin. “Well, maybe not straight home.” She looks at her teammates with a daring look. “There’s a mighty nice wind current out there right now.”

Soarin and Spitfire glanced at each other, meeting her challenging pose. They smirked and opened their wings. The three didn’t say anything, they flew out of there with Grace, soaring towards the Crystal Castle where Shining Armour and Princess Mi Amore Cadenza resided.

The three zoomed, Dash in the lead. “Guess all the weather warnings about this place were just an exaggeration,” Spitfire called, her and Soarin both ahead of Dash now.

Soarin chuckled and shook his head. “Whatever you say, Spitfire.”

“Yes ma’am!” Rainbow yelled.

Soarin smiled and in a long time, he felt truly, completely happy.

takes place after S7 E7 (Parental Glideance.)

Soarin had just finished a small show with a few of his fellow Wonderbolts, at Rainbow Dash’s request. She had wanted to apologize to her parents for not appreciating them and yelling considerably. She had gave them a brief background of why she was doing this.

Earlier:

“Look, all my life, my parents have been too supportive! I yelled after they complimented me on hanging a goddamn towel. A towel for pony’s sake! Anyways... Scoots here made me realize how much they’ve impacted me. And I know they’re super, over-the-top proud that I’m a Wonderbolt, so I was wondering if... youguyswouldhelpmeputonalittleshowinhonourofthem?” she rushed out.

Soarin smiled inside. This was unexpected, he had seen throughout the day how her parents could be overwhelming to say the least. It was entertaining seeing her get embarrassed and a little flustered because of them. The Rainbow Dash he had come to know almost never showed emotion.

“Sure, Crash,” Spitfire replied, agreeing.

“I get why if you don’t want to, but it’s reaallyy important! I can’t lose my parents~”

Soarin stepped in for Spitfire and pressed a wingtip against Dash’s muzzle. She stayed silent as she met his eyes and Soarin swore a blush bloomed on her cheeks. He tried not to think anything of it. “She said yes, Crash,” he laughed. “We’ll all help.”

She sagged her shoulders in relief. “Thanks guys!”

Now:

Soarin laughed a little, remembering her anxiousness. She was too cute sometimes. Luckily, her plan had been successful and her parents both forgave her. They had stayed a little after that before taking Scootaloo home. He had to admit, once her parents calmed down, they were fairly nice, but not exactly... mellow. Still, a huge improvement from Soarin’s first meeting with them.

Earlier:

They had stopped and hovered while some shouting from megaphones had interrupted their practice.

“Oh no,” Rainbow groaned.

“Okay. Which pony broke protocol and invited guests to our training exercises?!” Spitfire asked.

They all turned as Dash let out a guilty chuckle. “I guess they’re with me,” she admitted and flew down to greet them, grimacing. “Mom, dad. So... good... to see you.” They tackled her into a ferocious hug. She had almost the exact same coloured coat as her mom, and slightly brighter eyes than her as well, but Dash and her father shared the same magnificent rainbow mane.

Crash’s parents? Alright, Soarin, make a good impression. Actually, let Spitfire do the talking. She’s calmer. And better at this sort of thing.

Her mom smiled. “Oh, honey, it’s so great to see you, too! And wow! You were so amazing up there with all of that flying!”

Dash coughed uncomfortably. “Uh, how did you know I was here?”

“Scootaloo filled us in on everything, you modest pony you!” her mom exclaimed.

Soarin noticed the young orange filly just as she snapped a photo of the mother and daughter. “I can’t believe I’m documenting the moment your parents first saw you as a Wonderbolt?”

Her parents don’t know...?

Her mom separated and smiled at the four other pegasi. “And these must be your Wonderbolt friends! Hello, team!” She flew to Misty Fly, “I’m Windy Whistles,” she moved to Soarin and shouted in his face, “the mom of the best Wonderbolt ever!” Soarin reeled away, trying not cringe at her volume as she moved onto Fleetfoot. “Yeah! Just kidding.” She floated up. “You guys were great too,” she added.

Dash groaned again, clearly embarrassed, “Moooom!”

Soarin and Scootaloo chuckled while Spitfire saluted with her wing. “Hello, ma’am. Nice to meet you,” she greeted and held out her wing for a shake.

Windy Whistles accepted her wing and shook it hard. “Nice to meet you as well, and love those goggles! Love ‘em! You know, I have goggles, too. But they’re mostly just for swimming. Oh, and bath time.”

Soarin’s eyes widened as Spitfire and the rest of the team looked away uncomfortably.
Rainbow grabbed her mom’s tail by her mouth and dragged her back. “Mom, please! They don’t wanna hear about your bath time!”

Her father pulled her in for tearful hug. “I can’t believe it! My daughter, a Wonderbolt!” he cried. “So proud!”

“Dad, hold it together. We’re in public,” Dash gritted through her teeth, trying to keep it together.

“I know! I know, i- but it’s... just... You had a goal, and... you achieved it!” he exclaimed. Dash lowered her eyes and patted him in the back.

Soarin was baffled. She sure had an... interesting family. Very supportive. Too supportive. Even for him.

Spitfire smiled and cleared her throat. “All right, Wonderbolts. Let’s hit the showers and give Rainbow Dash some time to spend with her family.”

Soarin smirked and him and his friends made their ways towards the showers.

Dash stuck out a hoof. “Okay, yeah! Uh, great practice! I’ll, uh, eh, catch up with you guys in a minute!” she called while getting squeezed some more.

He saw Fleet salute to her father before joining them. Once they were safely inside, the four of them burst out laughing. “Oh god,” Misty Fly snorted. “If I had Crash’s parents...”

“Definitely! No wonder she didn’t tell them!” Fleetfoot laughed as she peeled her uniform off. She smirked at Soarin. “But Soar, you got nothin’ to worry about.”

Soarin hung his goggles and closed his locker. “What are you talking about?”

Misty nudged him. “Come on, Clipper, if you two ever went out, they’d probably be cheering you on!”

“I agree. They’d be cheering you on and follow you home. Even compliment you both on how good you were in bed,” Spitfire snickered, covering her muzzle with a hoof.

At that, Soarin turned bright red. “I- I... ugh! Mares,” he muttered.

“Aw, it’s okay Soar-Soar,” Fleetfoot said in a baby voice. “We didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

He rolled his eyes. “Whatever, she doesn’t like me like that and oh, crap, she’s coming! Uh, I’m gonna go take a shower,” he yelled, shooting out of the locker room.

Now:

Soarin had left Wonderbolts Headquarters and was going for a short flight, but looked down and could see he was above Sweet Apple Acres. I should get some pie, he thought, and swooped down.
He saw an orange mare with a hat bucking the apple trees. Perfect. He flew down and walked towards her. “Uh, excuse me? Applejack?”

She stopped what she was doing and wiped the sweat from her brow. “Well howdy there Soarin! What’s brought you here? Lookin’ for Rainbow Dash?”

His heart skipped a beat at the mention of her name, but he managed to shake his head. “No, actually, I’m, uh, here for, well, if you happen to have any apple pie? I’m willing to pay, of course,” he offered, smiling sheepishly.

Applejack frowned and shook her head. “Sorry, partner. However, if you don’t mind waiting of course, Ah can whip one right up for ya!”

His green eyes sparkled. “Really? Sure! Thanks!”

“Anything for my best customer at the gala,” she replied, tipping her hat. “Come on inside.” They trotted over together and he sat at the table while Applejack took out the ingredients. “So, what brings ya here to Ponyville?”

He shrugged. “Ah, just thought I’d go for a flight. We just did a small routine for Crash’s parents back at headquarters,” he answered.

“Dash’s parents? Huh, haven’t seen them in a while,” she commented, sifting some dry ingredients.

“You’ve met?”

She nodded. “Yeah, a while ago. They’re, uh... interesting.” She chuckled and began to knead the dough.

Soarin felt guilty for not doing anything except stand there. “You need some help? I don’t mind.”

She bit her lip and glanced around before nodding. “Alright then, you mind slicing the apples?”

“Not at all,” he replied, taking a few apples and pressing the cutter into them. “So, they were very supportive. I don’t know if it was in a good way... not that it’s bad to have supportive parents! It’s just... I didn’t expect... them?” he finished, looking away.

Applejack nodded along. “Ah know what ya mean. Um, add some sugar and to those and we’ll put them in the oven for a few minutes.”

He did as she instructed and they sat at the table, waiting. “She yelled at them... turns out she didn’t tell her parents she was a Wonderbolt.”

She raised her eyebrows. “That’s saying something, then! Rainbow’s the proudest pony Ah’ve ever met.”

“Yeah...” his voice trailed off as the image of her came to mind. “She’s pretty great.”

Applejack got up and pulled the apples out of the oven and poured them into the crust, and covered them, before placing it back in the oven. “Ya know, she talks about you an awful lot,” she told him as she rinsed the dishes.

He tried not to show too much enthusiasm at her words. “Really?”

“Uh huh, she tells us a few of the stories you apparently told her. Her and Pinkie Pie laughed their tails off about um...” she rotated her hoof in the air, “when y’all scared yer Captain?”

“Oh, yeah,” he rubbed the back of neck. “That.”

“Anyway, there something going on between you two? Knowin’ RD, she’d never fess up if there was.”

Soarin blushed as he entertained the idea of him and Rainbow as a couple. “Uh, no, there’s not,” he answered.

Luckily, Applejack didn’t press the idea any further and finished the dishes.

A sound caught his attention and a voice he knew very well called out, “Hey, AJ! You here?”

“In the kitchen!” Applejack called.

A second later and Soarin was looking at Rainbow Dash, just as pretty as ever.

“Soarin?” she asked, walking in. “Heh, what are you doing here?” She kept her tone cool, but he could see on her face she looked a little... annoyed. Usually she was happy to see him.

“Yer fellow Wonderbolt here was just gonna buy some apple pie,” Applejack replied.

At that, Rainbow smirked. “Of course you are, Clipper.”

Soarin grinned at her and merely shrugged. “What can I say? Sweet Apple Acres is the best.”

“What’re you doing here, Dash?” Applejack asked.

Dash shrugged. “Dunno, actually. Thought I’d pop in. Heh, my parents visited! Scootaloo told them I was a Wonderbolt and they came to my practice and totally disturbed it! Then they were my own ‘mega-fans’ to quote Spitfire, and I yelled at them after they were proud of me for hanging a towel, and Scootaloo got mad and I told her all about how they used to embarrass me... but I put on a show for them with the other ‘Bolts and they forgave me!” She stopped and caught her breath before smiling widely.

“Ah know RD, Soarin here was just telling me.”

Rainbow stared at Soarin and tilted her head. “You guys were talking... about me?” She placed a hoof on her chest.

Soarin tried to act nonchalant. “I was telling Applejack what happened...”

“And Ah told him you talk about him~” Rainbow rushed to her side and firmly placed a hoof on her mouth. “Mph!”

“Aw, no need to be embarrassed, Crash,” Soarin teased, “I am pretty great.”

She rolled her eyes and gave him a playful smile. “That’s supposed to be my line.”

“You must be rubbing off on me then.” He shrugged his shoulders just as the oven dinged.

Applejack pulled free and opened the oven, pulling the pie out and carefully placing it in a bag, before setting it in front of Soarin. “Here ya go, partner.”

Soarin grabbed five bits from his satchel and placed them on the table. “Thanks! Smells great,” he said.

The earth pony snatched up the bits and sighed. “Not that Ah don’t enjoy having you two here, but I really got get back to bucking those apples.”

Soarin stood. “Okay. Thanks again!” he called as he flew off, his treat tucked into his bag. Rainbow talks about me! She talks about me! Could she... Nah, she couldn’t... like me back? Could she? He was lost in his thoughts as he landed on a cloud and holding it in his hoof, took a bite of the pie. “Hmm,” he moaned in satisfaction. “So good.”
About five minutes later and he was almost halfway through, when a violent wind came and caused him to lose control of the pie, sending it down towards the ground. “No!” he shouted. There was no use in going after it, but he knew he had to fly down to clean it up. Still, it was a disappointing. Keeping his gaze on the ground, he looked for the pie, but couldn’t find it anywhere.

Then, a blue hoof with a half eaten pie held it out to him. “Looking for this?”

He looked up and his eyes fell upon Dash, gently smirking. “Crash! You saved it, thanks.” He took it out of her hooves and placed it back in the bag.

She looked down. “Hey, no prob.”

And just like that, they were back at the gala, and she was wearing that stunning dress that hugged her figure, and the golden laurel leaves were tucked behind her ears. Colourful, bright, radiant. Realizing that they were staring at one another, Soarin coughed and looked away. “So, where you going?”

“Uh... probably back home. Why?”

He shrugged. “Just wondering. Do you mean... Headquarters?”

She shook her head. “Nah, haven’t been home in a while. I need to check on Tank. See how he’s doin’,” she answered.

“Um... Tank?” Coltfriend?

She chuckled and bobbed her head. “My tortoise.” She began flying higher and Soarin followed.

“You, Rainbow Dash, the fastest flyer in Equestria, has a pet tortoise?” Soarin asked, not sure if he believed her.

“Uh huh,” she replied. “You can come meet him if you wanna,” she offered.

Dash’s house? She’s inviting me to her house! Only to meet her pet, but still, her house! Her home! “Uhh...” He drew blank.

Rainbow grunted impatiently. “You can say no, Clipper.”

Soarin snapped out of it and vigorously shook his head. “No, no, lets go. Lead the way.”

“Try to keep up!” she yelled, zooming away.

He laughed and rushed after her. “It’s on, Crash!” Soon enough he was right on her tail, but since she had the advantage of knowing where to go, she won their mini race. Soarin landed on a cloud and looked up in wonder. It was a cloud mansion, expertly constructed with pools of rainbow’s flowing outside, the sun gleaming on them. “Wow...” he said.

She chuckled and opened the door. “Most ponies reactions. Come on inside,” she said, and flew through the door.
Soarin stepped in and shut the door, marvelling at how bright and spacious her house was. It was stylishly decorated and screamed ‘Rainbow Dash’ but still classy and somehow elegant. He waited in the big foyer for a couple minutes, examining a couple photos on her wall. One of her and her pet tortoise, Rainbow and Fluttershy when they were fillies, one with her and Scootaloo, and one with her all of her friends. In each picture she was smiling brightly, magenta eyes shining with joy. It brought some sort of peace to Soarin seeing she was happy.

“Soarin, meet Tank,” Dash announced, flying in with a green tortoise with a propellor attached to is back and goggles on. Tank nodded at him, a smile slowly spreading across his face. Soarin had to admit, he was cute.

He raised an eyebrow and concealed a chuckle. “Um... Crash, what’s with this?” He motioned to the attached propellor.

She grinned, seeming proud. “I’m Rainbow Dash, Clipper. You thought the best flyer in the world would go without flying pet?”

He raised his eyebrows, but considered it. “Can’t believe it crossed my mind,” he replied, smiling. She smiled back, and they were stuck again in a staring competition.
As she studied him, Soarin couldn’t help but admire her beauty. He didn’t know why Rarity was considered the beautiful one, not that she wasn’t pretty, but Dash, well, she was on a different level.

“So whatcha wanna do?” Rainbow asked casually. “You hungry?”

“Did you not see me eat that pie?” he joked.

“Right.” She smirked and walked up the stairs. “Come on, let’s go to my room, it’s uh... you know, so I can keep an eye on Tank,” she said, fumbling over her words a little.

Soarin raised his eyebrow. Usually she was pretty cool and collected. “Alright,” he replied and followed her into her room.
Upon arriving he looked around, there was a large comfy bed with her signature lightning bolt, the white cloud walls were adorned with Wonderbolt and Daring Do posters, there was medals, trophies, and ribbons scattered everywhere, a bookshelf encased with Daring Do novels, and more photos of her, her family, and her friends. “So, even after a year of being on the team... you still couldn’t take down the posters?” he teased.

She rolled her eyes. “Well... some of these are of the old Wonderbolts and some of them that include you guys are cause I’m in them too,” she stated proudly, puffing her chest.

Soarin looked around, green eyes landing on one that had just him posing. He pointed to it. “That’s just me, Crash.”

Rainbow looked away and rubbed her hoof. “Yeah, well, before I joined, I really looked up to you and Spitfire.”

“Really?” he questioned, watching Tank eat in the corner.

“Heh, yeah, of course! You guys were my idols! You still are, just in a different way. You guys are my friends, you know?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Great book collection,” he complimented, eyeing it.

“Right! They’re all first edition,” she exclaimed smugly, walking over to it. “Except for the first one, I was gonna get it at the Rainbow Falls Traders Exchange, but I didn’t.”

“What? Why? How? When?” he rambled. He would kill to have all the first editions.

She laughed. “I was trying, but in the end... Fluttershy would have had to go away for a long time to train a two-headed dog.”

Soarin blinked, not sure if he heard correctly. “Say what?”

“You heard right. Couldn’t let that happen. Flutters is my best friend, I’ve known her since I was a filly.”

He nodded and sat on the carpet. “I get it. I couldn’t do that to Spits or Fleet.”

Dash ran her eyes over him. “Can I ask you something? It’s a little... personal.”

“Uh, sure,” he answered, staring at her. He blushed slightly.

She bit her lip and his blush intensified, thinking how much he would like to take her in his arms and press his lips against hers. Then a hoof was waving in front of his face. “Soarin?”

“Huh? Yeah?” He shook his head, trying to snap out of his fantasies. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“Are you and Spitfire like...” She stared at the ground, trying to word it together. “A thing? A couple?”

Soarin’s mouth parted at the bizarre question. She really had no idea about his feelings for her. “No, we aren’t.”

“Really? You two seem so close...” her voice trailed off.

“Well, yeah, she’s my best friend. She’s more like a sister, though.” He looked at her and decided to have some fun. “Why, you jealous?” He sent her a teasing grin.

She scoffed and shoved him lightly. “Ha! You wish, Clipper.” I really, really do, actually.

“So, what? You got a special somepony, Miss Dash?”

She froze for a second before regaining her composure. “That stuff’s never really been on my radar. It’s hard to find somepony as awesome as yours truly,” she replied smirking.

Now he was genuinely curious. “And if you found somepony just as awesome?” he asked.

“Oh, well, I don’t know. Being a Wonderbolt takes up a lot of my time, as I’m sure you know.” We’d be so good together, Dash.

“Yeah, I guess. But come on, ever since you became a part of the team, all the stallions in Equestria are all over you.”

She shrugged. “They all care about the status, and they’re all boring. It’d have to be somepony who really got me, you know? Besides, it’s not just me. Fleet, Misty, Spitfire, Surprise, High Winds... they all get love declarations too.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “True, but you... I’ve been on the team for nine years and none of them have gotten pined over like you have, Crash,” he pointed out.

Her mouth thinned into a straight line. “I don’t know if I should be disgusted or proud.”

Probably both.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Soarin pointed out, smiling.

“What’s that?” she tilted her head.

Ignoring the butterflies in his stomach, Soarin proceeded. “Would you ever be in a relationship? Forget about the crazy schedules and all, just if you found some pony really... important to you?”

“You genuinely wanna know?”

“Wouldn’t ask if I didn’t,” he answered.

She stayed quiet for a few minutes. “I would give it a try,” she admitted and placed a hoof on his mouth. “That doesn’t leave this room, got it, Clipper? After all, I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”

He rolled his eyes with a smile, shaking his head. “Fine, fine,” he agreed.

“Thank you.” She sounded sincere.

Soarin frowned. “Dash... why do you have the need to look cool in front of everypony? Not that you aren’t cool,” he added quickly, “but... I’ve never seen you let yourself be vulnerable.”

“I...” Dash frowned and looked at the ground. “It’s just who I am, okay?”

Soarin idiotically pressed on. “I’ve seen you upset before, Rainbow. Just once. Because of that nickname. Look, nopony’s going to think less of you because you show emotion, you know? All this ‘reputation’ stuff... why’s it so important to you? It’s a little... shallow,” he responded meekly. He officially had no idea what he was doing. Was he trying to offend the girl of his dreams?

Dash considered it before shaking her head. Slowly, she looked up into Soarin’s eyes, and he saw her own shimmering with unshed tears through a menacing glare. “You don’t understand,” she told him coldly, standing up.

“Rainbow Dash, what are you~”

She wiped her eyes and pointed towards the door. “Leave.”

He opened his mouth to protest but shut it and nodded his head, leaving silently. He had never seen her so upset, and knowing he had caused it made him feel worse. But he was also angry. She didn’t have to get angry with him, demanding that he go. Shaking his head, he flew back and knocked on her door. After a few minutes, she opened it and he barged right in.

“You know, Crash, in the future when I ask you something personal, just say don’t want to talk about it,” he snapped. “Because this load of crap about being all cool and mysterious can be really annoying! Why can’t you just accept that I care? That you don’t have to be all ‘Oh I’m Rainbow Danger Dash and I’m the best’! That I’m not here to make fun of you! That I would never tell anypony because I want you to trust me, because I li~” he stopped short, panting and glaring.

She stood astounded that one of her closest friends had just screamed at her. “I...” she was at a loss for words. “Get the hell out of my house,” she sneered, eyes darkening.

He scoffed in frustration. “Whatever.” And with that, Soarin flew off.

“You yelled at Crash?!” Spitfire shouted. “Great job, Soarin! Last thing we need is for teammates to not get along!”

“I came to you as a friend, Spit, not as a teammate.”

She sputtered and crossed her arms and then sighed. “Fine. Why’d she get mad?”

“Uh...”

She set her glasses down and peered at him. “You did something.”

“Hey, why do you think I did something?” he defended.

Spitfire rolled her eyes. “Cause you would have told me what she did if she did something first. Now, what’d you do?”

“I might have... said her whole act was a little shallow,” he admitted, looking away.

His friend shook her head. “That’s just how Dash is, I thought you said you accepted her... brashness?”

“I do!” he insisted. “Really, I like every single aspect of her. I just don’t know why she keeps up this facade,” he reasoned.

“Maybe it isn’t a facade. Dash isn’t fake, you know. Never seen another pony quite like her.”

He nodded. “No, I know that. I’m not saying she’s fake. I know she’s cocky, I know she’s proud, that she’s brave and determined and loyal and funny and kind and...”

Spitfire cleared her throat, glancing at the clock

Soarin blushed. “I know she’s all of those things. But to pretend that nothing upsets you, that you never cry or anything... that part is fake.”

“She doesn’t like to show weakness, Soar... a lot of us don’t. I don’t.”

He sighed. “Yeah, but I know you’re capable of it. She is too. It’s different, I’ve known you my entire life... and I just... want her to be comfortable around me, I guess. I want her to trust me,” he softly admitted, lowering his head.

Spitfire placed a hoof on his shoulder. “I know it’s difficult cause you like her. But she must have her reasons, she’ll open up eventually. I know she considers you a very good friend,” she said comfortingly.

“I don’t want to be just friends,” he muttered, not caring that she heard. It was all too obvious anyway.

“I’m not usually one for promises, but I’ll guarantee you you guys will make up. Just give her time to cool off.”

Soarin sighed and sent his friend a grateful smile. She was right. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“I know I am,” she joked. “I gotta get back to work. I’ll see you later at dinner?”

“Uh, yeah. Wanna grab a drink after too?” he asked.

“Can’t,” she shook her head, “I’m going to the bar with Wave Chill.”

Soarin sent her a teasing wiggle of his eyebrows. “A date?”

Spitfire concealed her blush fairly well, but Soarin saw past it. “No!” she exclaimed. “We’re just hanging out,” she added swiftly.

“Who asked who?”

“He asked me. Why?”

“I’ve noticed you to becoming... closer,” he stated. “Anything going on there, Spitty?”

Her orange eyes narrowed. “First, don’t ever call me that, second... we’re just friends. Got it?”
He didn’t believe that for a second.

“Alright, alright,” he replied backing off. “See you at dinner, then.”

“Soarin?” Spitfire called out.

“Yeah?”

She smiled gently, placing her glasses back on. “Things will turn out. Trust me.”

“Thank you, Spitfire,” he told her gratefully, meaning it.

takes place after S7 E23, (Secrets and Pies.)

sorry if the chapter seems a bit rushed... and also, sex scenes in the next chapter.

“Hey Spitfire, Lightning, Wave,” Soarin greeted, walking into the locker room.

“Hey, man,” Lightning replied casually, intently staring at something else.

Soarin turned his head, walking over to Lightning. “Whatcha looking at, Lightning?”

“Ah, nothing.” He spared a guilty glance in Soarin’s direction.

Soarin raised an eyebrow and playfully grinned, shoving the other stallion gently out of the way and grabbed the photo. It retained of a light turquoise mare with blown-back white hair, and light purple eyes. “Flatfoot?” Soarin questioned.

“Lemme see,” Spitfire interjected, hovering above them and chuckled. “Ah, what’s with this, Lightning?”

Lightning rolled his eyes and flushed. “It doesn’t mean anything...”

“Right,” Soarin mocked. “We totally believe you.”

“Ha ha,” Lightning retorted and snatched the photo back. “Give me that and stay out of my locker.”

Soarin shrugged and went back to his, grabbing a couple of bags and promptly shut it, when he was faced with the polychromatic cyan pegasus. He eyed her over, her uniform clinging to her tight, toned, sleek body. Stop it, Soar, she’s mad at you. You don’t ogle mares that are mad at you.

He heard Lightning snicker. “Let’s leave these two alone,” he whispered and the three quietly left.

However, Soarin had nothing to say to Dash, and vice versa, so, without sparing her another glance, he flew out the door.

He was going home today. Well, honestly, Headquarters was more like home than his house, but Soarin still enjoyed the time away from all the Wonderbolt stuff. Just him and quiet, free from his duties as second-in-command. Unfortunately, he was thinking about the one pony he didn’t want to be thinking about. Earlier, he had been interrogated by Rainbow’s friend Pinkie Pie, trying to figure out if Dash had ever eaten one that the party pony sent to her friend at HQ.

Earlier:

“Hello Ms. Captain Spitfire of The Wonderbolts,” Pinkie greeted, appearing out of Spit’s locker.

“Ahh!” Spitfire shouted, quickly regaining composure. “Umm...” Spit knew from Dash’s explanations of the pink mare to not question her crazy antics.

She was wearing a detective hat over her curly hair and had a cigar blowing bubbles in her mouth. However, she looked serious, when usually there was a smile there. “I need to talk to you three in private. It’s about Rainbow Dash. And as her closest friends on the team, you’ll have what I’m looking for.”

“Uh, yeah, okay... follow me,” Spitfire answered, walking into the hallway right before the mess hall. “Is Dash alright?”

“You tell me...” she glared at Spitfire, Fleetfoot, and then Soarin. He gulped. “I’ve sent Rainbow Dash a pie every month she’s been a Wonderbolt,” she continued. “And you’re telling me you’ve never seen her eat one?”

Soarin was confused, Spitfire hadn’t said anything about Dash not eating the pies. Spitfire, Fleetfoot, and Soarin frowned, trying to remember. “Uhhh...”

“Uh, affirmative,” Spitfire answered. Pinkie leaned forward, staring suspiciously. “Or, uh, negative.”

Pinkie’s light blue eye popped out, still eyeing the captain.

“Um...I-I-I mean, she wasn’t seen eating one,” she stuttered. Fleet and Soarin nodded in unison.
What is she up to... I mean, Dash told me she was crazy, guess I shouldn’t question it.

“Hmm... Interesting. Very interesting,” Pinkie Pie noted.

Spitfire stared. “Are we under investigation?”

“As chief detective on the pie case, I’ve labeled you all ponies-of-interest. So it’s best you tell me everything you know.”

Soarin looked away, not wanting to speak for Rainbow. Didn’t need her more upset. Spitfire spoke up, “Well, we have been getting mysterious monthly pie donations.”

Pinkie gasped and hooked her arm over Spitfire’s neck. “Would you be able to pick these pies out of a line up?” she inquired.

At her seriousness, Soarin smiled as he nodded yes. Anything to do with Rainbow Dash was very interesting to him.

Now:

Pathetic, he thought. He wasn’t over her. Not even close. No mare had made him feel this strongly before. It had already been almost a month, and to no avail, she was still on his mind most of the time. He had tried reading a Daring Do book, but that had reminded him of Dash. He thought about wandering Cloudsdale, but was too tired, he thought about baking a pie, but that just brought him back to the gala and the last time he and Dash had argued. Finally, he settled on reading the newspaper for a bit and taking a nap. Boring, boring. Las Pegasus break in, an update on the cute Princess Flurry Heart, and some new delicacy and shops to try in Manehattan. Sighing, he rested his head on his pillow and drifted off into a well-deserved rest.

Two hours later and he was still sleeping. He was having a weird dream about being an alicorn prince and was ruling alongside Princess Celestia when a banging wrestled him out of sleep. “Hmm?” He rubbed his eyes tiredly and walked down the stairs, lazily opening the door, coming face to face with the last pony he would expect to see. He felt his body burn when her pretty eyes met his gaze and gulped slightly.

“Rainbow Dash?” She didn’t reply, so he asked another question, “What are you doing here?”

An undeniable blush lit her cheeks and she sighed, slowly walking in and quietly closing the door behind her. “I know I shouldn’t be here, but—”

“It’s fine, just say what you need to say,” he interrupted tiredly. He could play this ‘too cool to talk to you’ facade just as well. Or at least, he could pretend like he could.

She nodded, looking at the floor. “I asked Rapid and Spit for your address, I knew you were going home but I didn’t know where you lived,” she clarified.

He raised his eyebrows. “Okay?... What’s up, Rainbow Dash?” He saw visibly flinch at the sound of her full name.

“I’m...sorry,” she mumbled.

Soarin leaned forward, although he heard perfectly fine. “Say again?”

“Uhh... I-I-I’m sorry,” she repeated, refusing to look at him.

He frowned and beckoned for her to come in. “What for?” he wondered. “Coffee?” he pointed towards the kitchen.

She shook her head. “I have enough energy as it is.”

He managed a faint smile. “That much is true.” They both laughed a little, quickly followed by an awkward silence.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you and kicking you out of my house.”

Soarin fell silent, not sure what to say.

Luckily, she raised a hoof. “Not that you were gonna, but you don’t have to apologize either. Your questions took me by surprise, is all. Not a lot of ponies ask that, and my friends figured it out on their own,” she said.

He tilted his head. “Figured what out?”

She looked away, biting her lip. “That I’m not unbreakable,” Dash responded, voice cracking slightly.

He tried to forget the painful sound in her otherwise lovely voice, but it was impossible. He never wanted to hear that coming from her mouth. “Rainbow Dash...” he sighed, “I understand. I shouldn’t have pushed you to answer.”

“Maybe not,” she admitted. “But I didn’t have to be a jerk about it. You were right to call me those things...”

He remembered. “All this ‘reputation’ stuff... why’s it so important to you? It’s a little... shallow,” he responded meekly.

Had Soarin really said that to her? Called the most loyal pony he knew shallow? No wonder she kicked him out of her awesome home. “No, I wasn’t,” he whispered. “Rainbow Dash, you’re the...” he trailed off and looked at her. She was staring right back, ready to listen. He took a deep breath and did not back down. He would be brave, just like she was. “You’re the most amazing pony I know.”

A look of pure shock registered on her cyan face. “Huh?”

He chuckled a little. “You’re cool and smart and funny and easy to get along with. You care about ponies, your friends, you’re a hero, and you’re the most loyal pony I’ve ever met. I guess I just wanted to see you when you weren’t all... I don’t know. You’re brave, you’re talented, you’re strong. There’s nothing you can’t do, and everypony looks up to you. You have a fan club for pony’s sake! I guess I wondered if you ever doubted yourself. I wanted you to know that you didn’t have to act tough for me, that you’re still amazing when you aren’t at your best,” he murmured, looking away. He was crimson, and there was no way she could not see that.

“Soarin...”

“I know, probably too intense for ya, but it’s true, Rainbow Dash, it—“

“Stop calling me that,” she said fiercely.

He blinked. Once. Twice. “But that’s your name.”

“And it’s a great name for a great pony, but to you... I’m not. ‘Rainbow Dash’... sounds too formal.” She shook her head, bangs falling into her eyes. “We aren’t formal, Soar, and I don’t want to be with you. You’re my closest friend on the team, you know?”

Soarin grinned. “So I can call you ‘Dashie’?”

“Don’t push it, Soarie,” she shot back, a playful smirk on her muzzle.

He found a little loophole. “Alright, Crashie,” he replied, snickering, thinking he found a loophole.

Her mouth formed an ‘O’ before she pounced on him, tackling him to the carpet whilst laughing. “You jerk, you’re gonna get it for that, Clip,” she mocked, punching him lightly all over.

He laughed along with her, trying not focus on the fact that the mare of his dreams was straddling him, running her hooves all over his body. He couldn’t ignore it, however, when she brushed the base of his wings and he gasped at the tingle of pleasure he felt. Dash paused and turned her head curiously, and ran through her motions.

Once she figured out why, she softly placed her hoof back on the spot, gently massaging it a little. Soarin clamped his mouth shut to avoid her hearing him moan, while he writhed to get out. If she kept this up... well, he didn’t know what he’d do.

“Is this the Soarin Skies’ weakness?” she taunted, giggling.

Finally, he slipped out and hastily stood. “Dash...”

“What’s the big deal? I promise I won’t tell anypony,” she said, holding in a laugh. “Pie and the base of your wings, hmm?”

Soarin chuckled and covered his face with his wing. “Yeah, yeah... you got me. Anyways, why did you come here? Not that I don’t want you here, you know, but~”

“I came here to apologize. And... to tell you a story,” she stated, a rather nervous look taking over.

He sat down on the couch and beckoned for her to do the same. “Make it entertaining.”

“It’s about me so obviously,” she said, smiling. He really loved that smile. After making herself
comfortable and leaning back, she began to talk. “As you know, my parents were always, always cheering me on, even when I lost, they were there,” she began. “I’m pretty sure you and a couple other ‘Bolts actually competed too.”

Soarin thought back to when he was a colt, and could faintly remember a loud set of screaming parents. “Those were your parents?!”

She gave an embarrassed look. “Yes. Anyways, they encouraged me. Made me believe I could do anything. So you know when I told you... when I first got the name ‘Crash’?”

He nodded, hanging on every word.

“Well, it’s not like I was really that emotional or not confident before, but that really hurt. I think whenever I showed how upset I was by crying or throwing a tantrum I would get laughed at, made fun of, besides the fact that I was the best in the class,” she told him. “So I promised to myself to never show any weakness again. I wanted to be a hero. A role model. And I am, I love it, it’s my dream. I am awesome, I am all those things I proclaim to be,” she insisted. “That’s why I can’t let nearly anypony, especially you guys, my heroes, that I...” She bit her lip as a single tear rolled down her cheek. Her ears flattened against her head while more tears rolled down her cheeks. Soarin felt a sharp pain in his chest and felt himself tearing up a bit too. She cried softly, sniffling and gasping. “I’ve only let my friends in,” she whispered. “And that took a long time. And then it was Scootaloo. Maybe Spitfire a bit, I couldn’t do that with the rest of the team... you guys are all so cool. So level-headed. Wonderbolts are supposed to be.”

I’m sorry, Dash. I’m so sorry. Hesitantly, Soarin draped his wing around her back and placed his head on hers. It could be taken as a friendly gesture, right? He hoped so.

“Maybe out in public we shouldn’t let our emotions get the best of us, maybe during training, but we’re more than just a team, Rainbow,” he whispered. “We’re friends. We’re a family. Fuck, you’re one of the greatest Wonderbolts we’ve ever had. We all waited for you to join. And we, no matter what idiotic things we say, will never think less of you for being a pony,” Soarin declared.

To his surprise, she leaned into him and he smelled the delicious scent of the rainbow spiced mane mixed with vanilla. Heavenly. Aromatic. Intoxicating.
“Thank you,” she murmured, lips moving against his chest.

He inhaled sharply, determined not crumble. She really had no idea what she did to him. “Of course, Dash. I am the best motivational speaker on the team,” he bragged, stroking her mane.

She laughed into him and pulled away. Why, why? You feel so good.
“Give it a couple weeks and that’ll change,” she challenged. “Seriously though, thanks. You’re a really great... friend.”

Still just a friend, huh?
“Just doing my job,” he replied and stared out the window. He peered closer and noticed snow harshly floating down, already up to his window sill. “It’s snowing,” he said aloud.

“No shit,” Rainbow answered in an amused tone. “Oh, crap, I can’t get home.”

“It’s alright,” Soarin replied smoothly. “You can sleep here, if that’s okay.” Was that too forward?

She perked up. “Really? Thanks.”

“No problem,” he answered and then noticed the sag in her shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

She ran a hand over her mane. “Tank’s all alone, again, I can’t ask Twi or Fluttershy to check in on him.”

“Oh... he’ll be okay, Dash. Promise. He seems... wise?” He wasn’t sure if that was the correct choice of words.

To his relief, she only chuckled. “Yeah, he’s probably sleeping.” She sighed. “Guess it means he’ll be hibernating soon again.”

“You’re not gonna stop winter again, are you?” he joked, nudging her with his wings

“Can’t, I’m trapped,” she retorted.

He grinned. “Next year, then?”

“Of course.”

Twenty minutes later and they were in Soarin’s room, hanging out on the bed. She was so easy to talk to. So, so, so, easy. He could be himself. Talk and laugh. She just got him, in a way nopony else had been able to. “Would you rather see... Sapphire Shores or Countess Coloratura?” he asked. Currently they were in a game of ‘Would You Rather’.

“Hmm.” Dash tapped her hoof on her chin. “I like both. Probably Coloratura again,” she decided, nodding.

“You’ve seen her before?”

She blew her bangs out of her eyes and stretched her wings. “Yeah, she and Applejack were foalhood friends and they reconnected awhile ago. And Rarity, she designs Sapphire’s outfits,” Dash explained.

“That’s... really cool. You’re a Wonderbolt, your friend’s a princess, a famous designer, one owns the best apple farm in Equestria, reformed the lord of chaos...”

“One’s a super duper popular party pony and planned the reception of Princess Cadence and Shining Armour,” she listed.

A thought from earlier popped into his head. “Oh, yeah, Pinkie Pie, she came to HQ earlier today. Questioned me, Spitfire, and Fleet about if we ever saw you eat a pie?”

Rainbow Dash scoffed and laughed lightly. “She actually did that? She said she did but I wasn’t sure if it was true.”

“She labeled me a pony-of-interest! I could’ve lost my job, Crash. How could you do that to the second-in-command of the top elite flying squad?” he fake whined, trying to hide his goofy smile.

She smirked, narrowing her eyes. “You’re right, Commander Soarin,” she said, pretending to be apologetic. “It was shameful of me, really.” She placed a hoof to her chest, bottom lip sticking out. “Would you ever be able to forgive me?”

He furrowed his brow, considering. “I don’t know, Miss Dash, it was quite a shock to my system,” he replied sadly, closing his eyes.
He heard a muffled noise and peeked one eye open, seeing her trying to stifle her laugh, miserably failing. She fell down on her back and laughed and he soon joined in, laughing with her. After they had settled down, he felt something hard yet soft and glanced around seeing her shoulder right against his face. She showed no sign of annoyance in their position and didn’t move as Soarin adjusted to climb over, until he saw her look away and he realized he was on top of her.
They didn’t say anything as Rainbow tore her gaze away and focused on him, a blush forming on her muzzle. She’s blushing. Gently, Soarin brushed back a strand of hair from he eyes and placed it behind her ear, stroking it a little in the process.

“Oh!” she gasped quietly, her blue ear twitching.

Soarin smirked as he figured out the sound of her gasp meant. Feeling cocky, he leaned down and pressed his mouth to her left ear. “Is this the Rainbow Dash’s weakness?” he mocked, repeating her words from earlier. Their chests brushed each other and he accidentally let a soft groan escape his lips.

Rainbow giggled and drew her hooves towards the base of his wings, stroking them. “Dash,” Soarin said, biting his lip. It felt so damn good.

“Yes, Commander?” she whispered, still teasing him.

Soarin paused at what she called him, he could feel himself hardening. He was slipping, slowly but surely. He nuzzled her ear and relished at her moan. “Shit,” she murmured, arching her back and their bodies touched, sending jolts of electricity through his strong body. “Please, Soarin,” she moaned. He hadn’t expected that, for her to feel the eradicating way he felt so easily. That moan made him dizzy. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, looking at him, eyes filled with wanting.

Soarin gave her a look of passion, kissed her forehead, and said, “Don’t plan to, Dashie.”

obviously a continuation of last chapter. after S7 E23, (Secrets and Pies.)

EXPLICIT SCENES. do not read if you aren’t comfortable with sex.

oh fuck, explicit scenes. i’m only now realizing the magnitude of what i wrote. ponies having sex... i-

alright. forget it. enjoy.

He let their bodies touch, and he lowered his mouth to hers, placing a lust filled kiss on her sweet lips. They moved together in sync, and Dash tentatively wrapped her arms around Soarin’s body, crushing him to her. He didn’t resist as he expertly licked her lips, begging for an entrance. He felt her smile and nip his lip before allowing him in, letting him explore the cool taste of her tongue.

It went on for a bit, just them kissing, all of Soarin’s pent up lust catching up to him so fast and hard he forgot how to breathe. He was kissing Rainbow Dash. And she was kissing him back, just as, if not more, fiercely. Their tongues in a soft war until Soarin had to pull away for much needed oxygen.
His whole body was on fire, shaking, crumbling, all for the mare who was under him. “Dash,” he mumbled, tucking his head into her neck and making a trail of kisses up to her ear. “Are you sure?”

He felt her sharp intake as he licked and bit her ear, causing waves of intense pleasure to course through her. “Duh,” she giggled. And when he pulled away to meet her gaze, she formed a wicked grin and skillfully flipped him over so that he was on the bottom. “Just so you know, Commander, I’m on top.” She smirked and began stroking his wings, his arms, his muscled stomach, teasing, massaging, just so he would feel the pleasure buttons before she shied away.

He managed a chuckle through his twitching and writhing. He’d let her have the lead for now... “Oh, god, Dash,” Soarin groaned, throwing his head back. She had kissed, sucked, and licked her way down his abdomen and was brushing her nose so close to that very spot...

And then her moist mouth was on his penis, licking the tip, a seductive smile on her face. “Don’t fucking tease,” he spat, pushing her head onto him a little more, urging her to go go go.
And she did, bobbing her head up and down in the perfect rhythm, doing everything perfectly mind blowing. “Argh, Dash,” Soarin grunted out. He was so close, could feel the pressure of tingles build all over his body, almost there, almost there and then—

It stopped, every feeling stopped and he looked up, a betrayed look in his eyes as she pulled her mouth away and licked her lips. “Soar, the first time I see you cum, I want you inside me,” she said hotly, inching her way back up and pressing a kiss on his mouth.

He made a muffled sound. Usually when it came to the bedroom was when he was the smooth talker. Even though Soarin was a giant goofball, he had a certain charm when it came to mares. He stopped the shocked noise coming from his mouth and sent her a smirk, his confidence rising. He was Soarin. Second-in-command of the Wonderbolts, famous celebrity, overwhelmingly hot, and a stud with mares. Two could play this game. Remembering his karate lessons, he flipped her over and grinned. “You had your fun,” he said. “And now I’m gonna have mine.”

Her mouth that was open to protest shut tightly when Soarin ducked his head and went straight for the treasure, kissing softly on her stomach and near her entrance.

Her hooves curled around his neck and pressed him further in between her legs. “Hurry up,” she commanded, trying to bite back a groan. He chuckled darkly and teased her a bit more, running his nose near her clit. She let out a whimper of protest and bucked her legs softly. “Don’t make me say it again.”

“As you wish,” he whispered and went in for the kill. He started softly, easing his tongue up and down her vagina, tasting her, devouring her. Her scent, her taste, was like no other. Musky, tangy, yet still sweet. Awesome. Just like Rainbow Dash. “You taste so good.”

She didn’t reply but he could hear her pants as he slipped his tongue in and around her, dragging it over her clit until she was gasping, “Soarin,” she moaned, her back arching again. He ran over it a few more times with his nose, noting from experience that she was close. “Yes, yes, yes, god yes,” she whimpered and sighed. He pulled back as she groaned and panted, riding her orgasm for as long as she could, letting her hips thrust a little. “Oh, ah, Soar...in...”

Soarin pulled away, feeling satisfied at bringing her to climax. “Seems I’m just as good at something as you are,” he remarked.

She grinned feverishly. “We’re not done yet,” she panted wrapping her hooves around his body, twisting him and flying over on top of him. Her coat shone with a thin sheen of sweat, some of her hair matted, eyes sparkling.

“You’re so beautiful,” he told her, not thinking in the moment.

Her lips parted, and colour took place on her cheeks. “You’re really hot,” she replied, giggling a little.

Soarin didn’t have time to reply because his erection was enwrapped in a hot, dripping sensation. Her mouth parted and she flung her head back as she moaned. He let out a moan too, dizzy with pleasure as both their wings flared out, chests heaving. Soarin lifted himself up. “Look at me,” he demanded huskily.

She obeyed and ran her half lidded eyes over him. “Yes, Commander?”

He grinned and placed his hooves on her hips and, using all his strength, lifted her up and let her go down again. “I need you,” he muttered. “So fuck me.”

Dash leaned closer, already in his lap and hugged him to her chest. He pressed his lips all over her, chest, neck, shoulders. “Patience,” she panted and begun riding, her hips and flank making a light slapping noise every time she came back down. “Oh, yes,” Dash yelled out, focusing on how good she was feeling.

It was incredibly arousing to Soarin and he jerked a bit, holding her so she wouldn’t fall while he peppered her skin with kisses. He was sure he would fall over in ecstasy if it wasn’t for Dash’s hooves around him.

He thrusted a bit, meeting hers, “I’m so close, Dashie,” he mumbled, eyes closing.

She couldn’t reply through her pants, coming down harder each time, the feeling coursing through her. Soarin was sweating and the feeling became too much. Reaching his peak, he yelped, feeling his cock go limp, his legs and arms trembling to hold the mare he was making love to as she went over the edge as well.

“Soarin,” she moaned, letting herself settle as her heavy breathing slowed and he vision came back. “Soar, Soarin...” she mumbled his name a couple times as she let herself fall into him, landing back on his bed with a gentle ‘thump’.

They stayed like that, both unable to feel their bodies. He kept her close, never wanting to let her go. This, this, was the best feeling in Equestria. He felt content to stay here forever, with the most amazing mare he had ever met. She completed him, he was sure. He felt happy in a way he hadn’t ever before. He mumbled in protest as she lifted her head and kissed his cheek, dismounting him, and rolling over to her side. He turned and met her gaze, unsure of what to say. She smiled. “It’s alright if we’re tied for being the best at this activity.” She winked.

Soarin chuckled. “Sounds good to me.”

To his disappointment, she sat and stood up, her legs wobbling a little. “Can I use your shower?”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll find an extra towel on the shelf,” he replied.

She stayed silent and swiftly shut the door behind her. A minute later, he heard the shower come to life. Soarin stayed on the bed for a moment, sighing. She would be back from the shower in a moment and- Oh crap, she was in the shower. Smiling deviously, he hopped to his hooves and trotted in. “Dash? I need to clean up too,” he called.

The water turned off and she stepped out, mane plastered to her face, all clean and fresh. “I’m not always gonna make it easy for you, Soar,” she said, grabbing a towel and drying herself as best as she could. “Enjoy.” She brushed her tail under his chin, sending him a cheeky smile and promptly shut the door, leaving him all alone.

“You’re the worst,” he called.

“Don’t even,” she called back. “You clearly felt different a few minutes ago.”

He rolled his eyes, stepping in and turning it on, letting the water, rinse away any ejaculate on his body. I had sex with Rainbow Dash. Does that mean she... likes me too? ‘Cause I really like her. Would she wanna be with me? Marefriend and all? But.. what about my job? I can’t just... Argh, a relationship probably isn’t a good idea. I’m the second-in-command... would I have enough time for her? For us? I’d have some but... maybe not enough. Definitely not. Being a Wonderbolt is my life, Dash’ll understand. Sighing, he stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. He noticed she wasn’t in the room and wandered downstairs, unprepared for what he would see.

“Uh, what’re you doing?” Soarin asked, dumbfounded.

She was flying around the kitchen, peering into the cupboards, humming quietly. She jumped a little at his voice and landed on the ground, smiling sheepishly. “Well, I thought I’d make you something, but I’m awful at cooking.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. “Well drop what you’re doing, you’re making a mess, Dash.”

“Fine, fine, fine, even though I was trying to be nice,” she said jokingly.

He smirked. “That’s rare,” he remarked.

Dash rolled her eyes and stared at the ground. “Shut up, dork.”

“Hurting my feelings. Again.” He stuck out his bottom lip and pouted. “Anyways, let’s just have um... sandwiches?”

Her face lit up. “It’s decided! You’re trying my favourite!”

“Your carbo-load of a meal? I don’t know, Dash, I~” Truthfully, it sounded a little gross.

He shut his mouth when she placed a hoof on his mouth. “No ifs, ands or buts, Clipper. You’re trying it. Now sit back and let the master do her work.” She flexed her wings and hurried around the kitchen, heating potatoes, boiling pasta and toasting the bread.

Knowing better then to argue, he sat at the table and watched her work, impressed how she seemed to know what she was doing. Watching intently, he couldn’t help but go back to when the girl was moaning his name, her lips on his cock, blowing him, teasing him, driving him wild. He sat with a giddy smile on his face, so lost he didn’t even blink when a loud clatter of plates was right before him.

“Stallions,” Dash said. “Are you all always like this after sex?”

Soarin stared down at the sandwich, hesitant to try it. He liked all the foods she cooked with, but all together? He wasn’t sure. He could be a little picky sometimes. “It’s in our blood,” he responded cheekily, “are you sure this is good?”

She bit in, face first, chewing excessively and swallowing. “Of course! You won’t regret it.” She took another bite and smiled at him, urging him to try.

He took a bite, chewing slowly, tasting. The faint sweetness of the pasta did well with the salt in the potatoes, which was tied together with soft and fresh bread. It was... really good. “Fine,” he muffled, accepting defeat. “It’s good.”

She grinned. “Told ya. Can you think of anything else that tastes better?”

“Pie, obviously.”

She rolled her eyes. “Besides pie.”

Soarin sent her a flirty wink and gave her some bedroom eyes. “You.”

Dash dropped her sandwich as her jaw dropped. Red filled her cheeks. “Soarin!”

“What? It’s true,” he told her, shrugging and taking another bite.

“I...” She stuffed some bread into her mouth.

He only laughed, amused by her flustered state. “So, uh, did Rarity get to meet up with Fancy Pants?”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” she answered, finishing her sandwich, still embarrassed by his comment. “She’s still there I’m pretty sure, in Canterlot.”

Soarin nodded. “Err, Rainbow, I don’t know if this is a good time for this, but...” his voice trailed off, not wanting to accept it quite yet.

She raised an eyebrow, her mouth curving into a slight frown. “But...?”

“I can’t do a relationship!” he blurted out and nervously stuffed the rest of the sandwich into his mouth, looking away. She was silent, taking his words in. He thought she might be angry, or even worse, relieved. Maybe she didn’t like him. Maybe she only wanted sex. Maybe-

She took his chin in her hoof and tilted up so green met rose. “I know, Soar,” she told him seriously.

He swallowed his food and licked his teeth. “You do?” he squeaked, blushing furiously at the tenderness of her touch.
The same blush rose on her cheeks. “I... I guess it’s a little... unfortunate,” she admitted. “But I get it. You’re a Wonderbolt first. I am as well.” She flared her wings out, puffed her chest, and nodded confidently.

I gotta tell her, I gotta tell her. “I really, really like you, Rainbow Dash,” he murmured.

She sighed. “Me too. I like you too, Soarin,” she murmured back, stepping closer.

“Really?”

She looked away, embarrassed. “Well... yeah.” She traced her hoof on the floor. “We can just... hang out? A lot, in the future, you know, instead of...”

“Dating,” he finished.

“If you want, of course, no pressure,” she added. “I know you’re super busy.”

Soarin smiled. She really was too cute for her own good. “I’d like that, it sounds good,” he replied.

Her eyes brightened and she stood a little straighter. “Good. ‘Cause I would miss you.”

He blinked as she shook her head for allowing that to slip out of her mouth. “It’s okay, Dashie Washie, I promise to tell no pony,” he vowed in a baby voice as he crossed his hoof over his chest, grinning smugly.

“Pfft, yeah, yeah, here, lemme take the dishes,” she offered, scooping them up and placing them in the sink, washing the plates.

Soarin was tired and he staggered up the stairs, walking into his room that smelled like Dash and sex. He closed his eyes, waiting for Dash, who was there in a few minutes, crawling into bed beside him. “Is this alright?” she whispered. Always.

“Duh,” he tried to imitate her voice and draped his wing over her small body. They both fell asleep, smiling.

Later in the night, Soarin woke up and stare down at the mare in his embrace, snoring softly. He couldn’t help but press a kiss to forehead. She began to shift and he got that she probably sensed his eyes on her. “What’s up?” she asked sleepily.

He gave her a small smirk, trying to keep his composure as her hot body pressed into him, pressing against his sensitive areas. He gazed at her until understanding dawned in her eyes.

“Oh,” she said softly, pressing her head to his chest and kissed his neck a couple times. “Can’t get enough of me, huh?” she whispered.

His breaths came in short when her lips touched his skin. “I’ll never have enough of you,” he rasped. It was crazy how easily she undid him. He let her kiss him until she pulled away, and he rolled on top of her. His flushed face, cloudy mind, laboured breathing... his stiff wings... all came so quick. Because of her.

Dash looked at him, a growing of pure need on her features as she attempted to pull him closer. He started out slowly, kissing her face, her neck, shoulders, her lips. Taking as much time as he wanted.

“Taking your time? So unlike you before,” she mused, hind legs wrapping around his waist.

“I’m a Wonderbolt, I do everything quickly,” he said slowly, pulling away to meet her eyes. “I want to feel everything with you,” he admitted.

Her smile turned devious. “Don’t keep me waiting then,” she whispered.

He didn’t.

After their second time, neither had wanted to sleep right away, and were lying peacefully in a spooning position.

“Why exactly did Pinkie come and play detective?” he mumbled.

She breathed deeply. “I don’t want you to know. Might give you a heart attack.”

“Come on, I will not die on you in the middle of the night. I swear.”

She sighed. “You asked for it. Shock of a lifetime. Here goes nothing,” she muttered and faced him. “Soarin... she came because she thought I didn’t eat her pies,” she confessed like it wasn’t something he already knew.

He let out a laugh. “I know, Dash, and you don’t.”

“Exactly!” she exclaimed. “And the reason I don’t is because...”

And it clicked as she tore her gaze away. Soarin felt like laughing, pouting, and shaking her. Did she seriously... “You don’t like pie?!” he whisper shouted.

“Uhh...”

“I feel like I don’t even know you. How did I not? Pie is the best thing ever! Ever! And~”

“Soar, c’mon. I know. It’s awful, it’s a tragedy...” Dash said sarcastically.

He nodded in agreement. “It really is.”

She let out a giggle and gave him a sweet smile.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“Nothing. You’re just really cute sometimes.” Her face turned red and she covered her hoof with her mouth.

He lightly shoved it away and brought his face close to hers. “It might take a while, but I’ll see past this,” he kidded, a certain light in his eyes.

“I’m glad you can see past my one and only flaw,” she kidded back and pressed her lips to his.

He savoured the taste of her until she pulled away, both with bright smiles on their faces. They weren’t tired at all. So they talked. And laughed. About friends, family, work, life, interests... everything. And as they finally drifted off, excruciatingly exhausted, everything was perfect.

“I’m in,” Soarin sighed, tossing one red chip into the pile.

Fleetfoot nodded. “Me too.”

“Since when are you not?” Blaze chuckled, who was watching instead of playing. Fleetfoot sent her a sweet, teasing smile that caused Blaze to flush.

“Yep,” Wave Chill, Fire Streak, and Misty Fly said, each tossing a blue chip into the ever growing pile.

Lightning sighed. “And I’m out,” he admitted in defeat, throwing his cards down on the table. “I’m gonna go meet Rapid, adios,” he called, flying out the door.

“I am also out,” Spitfire grumbled.

Misty Fly grinned. “Aw, don’t be sad, Spitty.”

“You gonna stay and watch me win?” Wave teased, nudging her with his wing.

Spitfire’s face pinked, it wasn’t often that the two teased one another right in front of their friends, although it was known they did from afar. Whatever their relationship was, they were keeping it private for the time being. Spitfire hadn’t even told Soarin about it, although he pestered her about it quite a bit.

“Aww,” Fleetfoot cooed. “You two are too cute for words!” She smushed her face up.

Wave snorted. “So are you and Blazey there.” He knew Blaze hated being called that.
Soarin laughed, patting Wave on the back.

The two mares stared at him, faces turning pink. Fleetfoot muttered something, rolling her eyes.

“Alright, come on, anypony else gonna raise?” Fire Streak asked, looking at them. Even though he had retired from the ‘Bolts, he still tried to get together with them somewhat regularly, now that things between him and Misty were okay, and the two settled for being just friends.

They all shook their head and one by one, laid down their hands. Soarin glanced over, Misty and Fire both had full houses, Wave had three of a kind, Soarin had a flush, and Fleetfoot, well... “Yes!” she cheered, shooting up into the air. “And you guys called me stupid for never backing down!”

“What’d you get, Flatfoot?” Spitfire asked sarcastically.

Fleet picked up her hand. “Straight flush, oh yeah!” She proceeded to fly to each one of them, showing each Wonderbolt.
Except when she got to Blaze, their faces were so close she ended up looking shyly away and gave her a nervous half smile.

Blaze chuckled. “Lucky mare, you weren’t so much last time~”

“Oh, shut it, Blazey,” Fleetfoot said, rolling her eyes and grinning. “I’ll buy you a drink with all the money these guys got me,” she stated proudly and trotted out the door, Blaze close behind.

“And I’m out fifty bits,” Soarin groaned, smacking his head on the table. “I’m an idiot.”

“I fully agree,” Spitfire responded monotonously.

Wave chuckled and Soarin sent a playful glare her way. “Not like you gained any coin either, Cap,” he retorted.

“I only lost ten bits,” Spit deadpanned and stood from her chair. “Have fun seeing Crash,” she yelled and flew out of the room.

“I really despise your marefriend sometimes, dude,” Soarin told Wave.

Wave blushed heavily. “S-Sh-She’s not my m-marefriend!” he stuttered.

“Just chill, Chill,” Soarin said, laughing at his own little wording. “Red’s not your best colour,” he joked, sending his friend a nice smile, showing he meant no harm.

Wave smirked as his blush faded. “Have fun with your marefriend. She told me she’d be at home by now.”

Soarin’s heart leaped in his chest as he glanced at the clock. Wave was right. “Oh, yeah, guess so.” He tried to keep his cool and hide his excitement.

“Don’t hide your joy from me,” Wave told him, nudging him with his wing. “Everypony on the team knows you two like each other.”

Soarin turned away and didn’t deny it. It was true. As long as nopony knew they were friends with benefits, they’d be fine.

Rainbow Dash. Soarin’s heart thudded in his ears as he thought about her. She had changed his life. Brought in something more than just work and celeb life. Before her, his life wasn’t horrible. He had great friends, a good job, but now... she just brought excitement. He hadn’t felt true, pure happiness for a few years after his excitement when he first became a Wonderbolt had faded away, until she came along, bringing colour and sparkle to his life. And while at first she had squealed like a filly, she quickly settled down and treated him normally before she was even on the team. She brought adventure to the littlest things, whether it was flying, practicing, dining out.... He couldn’t get enough. And he was in two because he could never be the good coltfriend she deserved. He had duties as a Commander. It wasn’t all just fun shows. There was paperwork, not as much as Spitfire’s, but still, meetings, touring, interviews, and was even needed as a member of the Equestrian Air Force from time to time. The Wonderbolts weren’t just an acrobatic stunt team, they were more. And as much as he fell for Rainbow more each day, he couldn’t abandon something that had been part of his life for so long. The job meant too much. His friends meant too much. Equestria and Celestia needed him. Yet Soarin let himself hope that maybe one day... They could really be together.

Since they had already finished up, Soarin flew away from HQ, going to Dash’s house after she had been in Las Pegasus for the night, apparently watching over some of Applejack’s ancient relatives. He wanted to hear and see if she got to go on the famous roller coaster that every ‘Bolt had been on. To quote Misty, “You can’t really call yourself a Wonderbolt if you haven’t been on it.” He continued flying in the direction of her home, thinking about the last time they were together...

Two days ago:
They had gone a pranking spree, targeting Blaze, Silver, Spike, Pinkie Pie, Lyra, and Mayor Mare... who was not exactly pleased. Well, he supposed nopony would be pleased if they had sat on a whoopee cushion in front of a bunch of important council ponies from all over Equestria. It was exhilarating to watch it take place below, Dash’s face buried into his neck slightly to conceal her laughter. They had zipped out of there as soon as everypony moved on from Mayor’s embarrassment, and had chuckled about it all the way to a hidden cloud.
And then she had tugged him onto the cloud and kissed him chastely, giggling, her eyes glittering. He had sighed contently, before grabbing a feather with his wing, placing it in his mouth, and brushed it along her sides, causing her to fall back, twitching and laughing, until she had accidentally kicked him in the stomach. It followed with him groaning and lying on his side while she had profusely apologized whilst trying not to snicker at his state. It was painful, yet he wouldn’t have changed a thing about their time together.
All was well as they had flown to back to Headquarters to say goodnight before Dash had taken off for her house and he was left there, missing her intensely while listening to Spitfire’s lectures about paperwork and teasing about the prismatic mare who was the obvious object of his affections.

“Uh, Dash? You here?” Soarin yelled, knocking on her front door.

One minute, five minutes, ten minutes passed and Soarin flew to her bedroom window. He saw no sign of Rainbow, but he saw the familiar green shell of a certain tortoise taking a nap, a resting smile on his face. “Tank!” he exclaimed happily.

Tank blinked sleepily and cast a look in Soarin’s direction, his smile growing larger. “Hey,” Soarin called. “Is Rainbow Dash here, buddy?”

Tank slowly shook his head no. Soarin sighed. “Do you know where she is?”

He nodded. A yes. Soarin hovered, thinking where she might be. “Is she with her friends?”

Another nod.

“Uh... Sugarcube corner?”

Tank shook his head no. “No? Uh, Sweet Apple Acres?”

Another no. “Carousel Boutique?” he asked hopefully, maybe she was spending time with her fashionable friend. Tank yawned. Alright, one last try. “The Friendship Castle? Princess Twilight’s home?”

Tank stood there, not doing anything before he nodded yes. Score. “Alright! Thanks!” Soarin called, flying away. However, he quickly zipped back and stuck his head in again. “Uh, Tank? Do you need anything?”

Tank turned back, subtle annoyance on his face. Clearly he was trying to get in a good nap. He frowned and shook his head no. Soarin backed away, while he knew Tank was only an animal, he was also Rainbow Dash’s pet and best friend. He couldn’t have him not liking him.

Sighing, Soarin sped towards Twilight’s castle, hoping he wasn’t interrupting anything. He took three deep breaths. “Alright, Soar, they’re just her friends. You know them, they know you, and as far as you can tell, they don’t hate you. Okay.” He knocked three times at the door, glancing around, unable to stand the thought of being rejected by the Princess of Friendship.

“Hey, I know you!” a loud, high pitched voice exclaimed.

Soarin flinched and opened an eye, seeing Pinkie Pie standing there with a wide smile on her pink face. “Uh, heh, yeah...”

“Pinkie! Darling, who is it?” Rarity called, walking in to the foyer, whose dark blue eyes widened when she saw the Wonderbolt standing there. “Why hello Soarin dear!” she greeted with delight.

“Oh, uh, hi Rarity. I... heard Crash was here?”

“He means Dashie!” Pinkie yelled right in Rarity’s ear.

Rarity flinched and glared at Pinkie, rolling her eyes. “Yes, I know, darling. Come on in, Soarin,” she said, stepping aside.

“Thank you.”

They all stood silently for a few moments, unsure of what to say. “Look,” Soarin began. “I really don’t want to interrupt anything. You guys mean the world to Dash, so maybe I should just~”

“Soarin?”

He looked up and saw said pony hovering in midair, looking at him with a friendly smile.

“Hey, Crash,” he said.

She landed softly on the floor and walked closer, ignoring Rarity and Pinkie’s slight squeal. “What’s up?”

“Ah, well, Wave reminded me that... you were back from Las Pegasus, ya know, so thought I’d hear about your ride? The roller coaster,” he clarified quickly. “But I can come back, you know, if you’re busy...” he motioned to her friends.

He stared at the floor while she considered it.

“I’m sure Twilight wouldn’t mind,” Pinkie chirped.

“Mind what? What are you three- Oh, hi there Soarin!” The lavender princess smiled warmly, nodding her head in his direction.

Soarin lowered into a bowing position. “Princess Twilight,” he said quickly.

She scoffed, waving a hoof. “None of that, please, you’re Rainbow Dash’s friend after all. Come in,” she invited.

“You sure?” he asked, still feeling like an intruder.

Twilight brightened. “Of course, we already have Applejack’s relatives here for dinner, so, the more the better, right?”

“You can hear how I am now a member of the Horseshoe Gals,” Rainbow agreed, chuckling a little.

“The what?”

Dash simply smiled and shook her head. “C’mon Clipper, maybe AJ can make you a pie or something.”

His ears perked up at that. “Pie!? Lead the way!” he exclaimed excitedly, flying around the corner where the three came from. He heard the girls laugh as they lead him to the dining room, where Applejack, Spike, Fluttershy, Granny Smith and three other older mares eating some sandwiches and soup.

“Well who’s this handsome, young fella?” Granny Smith asked, staring at Soarin.

“This is Clipper,” Dash told her, sitting down.
Twilight used her magic and pulled up a seat right in between Rarity and Rainbow Dash. “Anything you don’t like, Clip?” Dash asked.

“Eh, I’m good with anything,” he replied.

“Clipper?” the old gold mare asked, “What an unfortunate name.”

Pinkie, Applejack, and Dash snickered.

“It’s Soarin, actually,” he corrected, nudging Dash with his wing. “Clipper’s just a nickname,” he corrected.

“Is he yer special somepony, Rainbow Dash?” Granny Smith asked brightly, wearing a teasing grin.

Soarin watched as Dash’s wings flared out, a clear crimson covering her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. “What? No! You know me, all about being a Wonderbolt, heh,” she said stuttering, trying to keep her blushing under control.

Soarin didn’t know how he felt about that. She probably just didn’t want more teasing, seeing as they both got it from the team already.

“Ain’t he the one who you were talking about back in Las Pegasus?” the other green mare asked. “Oh, excuse me, I’m Auntie Applesauce, call me Applesauce though,” she introduced.

“Nice to meet you,” Soarin replied.

“Well... yeah. But he’s my friend! I talk about my other friends too, you know,” Dash explained nervously.

“You talk about him like he’s special,” the old pink mare pointed out.

“It’s true, true, true Dashie!” Pinkie agreed.

Soarin looked down and kept eating, ignoring the giggling faces of Dash’s friends. “Alright, let’s... leave them alone,” Twilight said, trying to hide her own chuckle. He internally thanked her.

“So, anyways,” he coughed. “How was Las Pegasus? I came to hear the story after all.”

“Well... oh forget it, I refuse to talk if I don’t have some nachos in front of me!” Granny Smith exclaimed, crossing her arms.

Applejack laid her hoof on the table. “Now, Granny, you know you aren’t~”

“Oh don’t you tell me what to do, Applejack! You already ruined Las Pegasus for the most part with your careful rules that you made Rainbow here follow! I fed you and bathed you and put your diapers on, show your elders some respect,” Granny huffed.

Soarin bit his lip, trying not to laugh.

“Well yeah, but~” AJ tried.

“No buts!”

Pinkie nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, Applejack! Loosen up!” she reached under the table and brought out four plates of nachos. “Here you gran-, well, uh, ladies go!”

“Wha thank ya Pinkie Pie,” Goldie Delicious thanked.

“Oh no problem! I always have nachos on the run,” Pinkie exclaimed.

Soarin raised his eyebrows. “You do?”

“Of course! Just like you always have your apple pie, right?”

Soarin turned red and laughed nervously. “Um...”

“Obviously,” Dash interrupted. “He wouldn’t be Soarin without his pie.”

“Hey! What about my super awesome flying? Or my Wonderbolt uniform?”

She shrugged, taking a bite of her sandwich. “Eh, I guess,” she teased, smiling coyly at him.

“And you wouldn’t be Rainbow Dash without your big ego,” he clipped back, returning her smile.

“Anyways,” Twilight began. “Aren’t you going to tell Soarin about your trip?”

“Right! Well, the first few hours weren’t really any fun because~”

“Because,” Granny said. “Rainbow was following Applejack’s boring rules! Full of nap time and soup and low maintenance activities,” she finished, sticking her nose up in the air.

Applejack rolled her green eyes. “C’mon, Granny, aren’t you gonna forget about this already?”

“Absolutely not! You ruined what could have been a great time, dear,” Apple Rose pointed out.

“It all turned just fine in the end though!”

“Not the point, AJ,” Dash said. “The point is, I’m way more fun then you are. They all hate your stupid rules.”

Applejack rolled her eyes, clearly more bothered than she had appeared. She usually didn’t get angry too quickly, but clearly it wasn’t going to be like that tonight. “Oh please, you cocky, arrogant, brash, reckless pegasus! It’s only ‘cause you don’t have to take care of her!”

“Heh, you mean brave, talented and awesome!”

Applejack glared as Rainbow got all up in her face. “Look here, Rainbow Dash, you have no idea about hard work and responsibility it is to take care of these old mares, keep track of your li’l sister, and run a farm! I do these things to protect Granny and my family. Now if y’all’ll excuse us, Granny, Apple Rose, Goldie Delicious, Auntie Applesauce and I have to get going! Thank ya kindly for dinner, Twilight.”

And after a couple minutes of hiding, stretching and glaring, the five mares left.
“Rainbow Dash~” Twilight started.

Dash rolled her magenta eyes. “Oh come on! Don’t get mad, what’d I even do?”

“Insulted Applejack,” Soarin said plainly.

The other four nodded.

“Yeah? W-well, I-I didn’t mean to! It’s not my fault they don’t like her rules,” Rainbow defended stubbornly.

Twilight sighed and lifted the dishes up with her magic, trotting out of the dining room.

“We know you didn’t mean to,” Fluttershy told her softly. “But she’s right. She works really hard to take care of Granny Smith. She has those rules for a reason, Rainbow Dash.”

“I agree. You should go apologize,” Rarity said.

Pinkie nodded while stuffing a donut in her mouth. “Yeah!”

Dash sighed and rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Tell Twilight thanks. Pinkie, Flutters, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy both nodded. “Bye Dashie!” Pinkie yelled as the rainbow maned mare flew away.

Dash flew quickly towards the door and bolted through it, flying higher and higher, taking a deep breath of the cool air.

“Dash, wait!” Soarin called, quickly catching up to her. “What’s up?”

She frowned. “I don’t know why AJ had to get so...”

“Upset?”

“Yeah! Like, what’s the big deal? So she has to take care of her grandma, we’re Wonderbolts, Soar! Wonderbolts! And she’s just a farmer!” she sighed in frustration, landing on a cloud and lying down.

Soarin smiled and landed beside her, placing a hoof on her back. “Yeah, but... running a farm’s hard work. I can’t imagine doing that every day.”

Rainbow opened one eye, a sign that she was listening.

Soarin went on. “Maybe she’s a little... jealous,” he suggested calmly.

“Jealous? Of what?” Dash scoffed, brushing off his suggestion. “I mean, I am awesome, but—“
“Well,” he continued thoughtfully, politely cutting her off, “you’re the one they think is super fun and exciting and goes to Las Pegasus and rides roller coasters with them. Applejack’s the one who enforces rules and soft food diets and boring activities. They don’t like it. She wants them to... Well, she doesn’t wanna be told she’s boring by her family, which I’m sure you get,” he finished.

Dash opened both eyes and stood up. “I... I guess... ugh... Could’ve defended me back there, ya know. Screw you for being so reasonable,” she joked.

Soarin shrugged, taking his hoof off her body. “Maybe, but... I shouldn’t have. I get where Applejack is coming from,” he explained.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting her to do, but lucky for him, she didn’t yell. “You just couldn’t be a hot-headed, self-obsessed pony like me, huh?” She wore a teasing grin.

He mockingly sighed. “I promise I will try very hard to become one.”

“Good,” she murmured and leaned forward, planting a sweet, short kiss on his cheek. “I’m gonna go apologize. Wait here for me?”

“You know it,” he replied.

She came back about twenty minutes later. “Ready to go, Clipper?”

Soarin had been flying around, practicing a few tricks him and Spitfire had planned to show the team.
“Where you staying tonight?” he asked, flying by her side as they drifted away from Ponyville.

“We’ve got training for the next few days, so Headquarters, I guess,” she answered.

“Aw,” he pouted. “I want you all to myself.”

She smirked, facing him. “Gotta make you wait sometimes. Build the suspense.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he wondered aloud.

“Oh, Soar,” she sighed gently, hiding a seductive smile. “That’s where all the fun is.” She peered into the distance and turned to him. “Race you back to HQ?”

Soarin grinned, getting into stance. “You’re on, Crash. Three~”

“Twoonego!” she shouted and took off.

Soarin rolled his eyes and sped off, catching up quickly until they were neck and neck. “Hiya, Dashie.” He winked and flew past her.

“Hey! How’d you catch up so fast?”

He grit his teeth and flapped his wings harder. Almost there. “What can I say?” he called over his shoulder. “I’m just so awesome!” He actually wasn’t sure how he was beating her. She had always been the faster one of the two of them.

And with that, he landed first in front of the compound, Rainbow flying in a second later.

“Did I. Just. Beat the awesome Rainbow Danger Dash?!” he yelled, beaming.

“Ha, only ‘cause I let ya.” She nudged him and trotted towards the door.

He chuckled at her proudness. “Whatever you say, Crash.”

“Oh, shit,” she cursed. “I left the photos of me on the coaster at home.” She opened the door, holding it for him.

“Well, guess we’ll see if you were brave enough to ride it later,” he quipped.

They walked into the locker room, exchanging caring, teasing grins. Those vanished when they saw what was before them.

In there was Spitfire, shoulders slumped and crying softly, a blade in her right hoof, and blood dripping from her left.

Soarin shut the door and stared in shock. “Spitfire?” he whispered.

takes place after S8 E5, (Grannies Gone Wild.)

yes, the beginning poker game may have strongly foreshadowed three Wonderbolt couples...

i also felt it was important that Soarin (and pretty soon the rest of the Bolts), spend time with Dash’s closest friends. they’re both huge parts of her life and Dash’s friends are like her first family and the team is her second. plus, i think some of them would get along well, (Pinkie and Surprise, Fleetfoot and Rarity.)

Soarin and Dash stood there, watching their captain and friend’s silent sobs. She either didn’t hear or chose to ignore them.

“Spitfire?” Soarin repeated, hesitantly stepping closer. His mind felt a little cloudy at the sight of his fiery friend in pain.

The yellow mare’s head lifted and she turned to face them, hastily wiping her eyes. “S-Soarin? Rainbow? I-I thought you guys were out, I—”

Rainbow walked over to her friend and sat down beside her. “Are you alright?” she asked softly.

Spitfire shrugged. Soarin felt a fierce protective instinct come out, one only a brother or close friend could feel for another pony. “Spit, why are you doing this to yourself?” He tried to keep his voice from cracking.

She turned away and tilted her head down, ears folded in as well. She didn’t muster a response as Dash took her arm and inspected the awfully neat cuts scattered on her orange body while Soarin kept on talking, questions pouring out of his lips. “All those times you said ‘Oh I was cooking’, or ‘I scraped it on a tree’, ‘A cat scratched me’..?”

Spitfire whimpered and hissed a little as Dash faintly touched an older but still painful scar. “I don’t wanna talk about it,” she croaked, pulling her arm away.

Dash sighed, and Soarin watched her cerise eyes flicker back and forth, completely focused on Spitfire and trying to help her. He appreciated that more than she would ever know, because even though Spitfire was important in a different way, she mattered just as much. “Fine. But I’ll be back in two minutes and you are going to let me bandage you up.” And with that, she left the room, glancing at Soarin to make sure he took care of their friend.

Now was his time to try. Walking even closer, he took a peek at some of the small but deep cuts that adorned her body., but found himself unable to look and focused on staring at her mane instead, “Please, Spitfire, talk to me. I’m your best friend, I’m your brother—”

Her eyes turned towards him, a hardness spreading over. “So?”

He blinked, taken aback. “So? What do you mean? I’ve known you forever!” he shouted. He couldn’t believe the pony he’d known the longest had brushed their friendship off like it was nothing. As soon as he saw her flinch, the feeling of anger dissipated to a dull ache. “What’s wrong?” he whispered softly. “Please, tell me what’s wrong. Let me help you,” he begged, lowering his voice and sitting on her other side, wrapping a hoof around her shoulder. “I’m not leaving until you do.” Maybe that was selfish and rude, but his wanting to know and see if he could help was starting to become overwhelming.

“I don’t need a therapist,” she snapped harshly.

He winced at her tone, but decided to ignore it. He knew she needed him. Soarin wasn’t some newcomer, he’d known the issues Spitfire had faced when she was younger, and he and his family had been there. He knew her and he’d find a way to help. “Then I won’t be your therapist,” he muttered after a couple minutes. “I’m your friend and I’m here to listen.”

She stayed quiet, head down.

The door creaked open and Rainbow Dash came in, a first aid kit in her mouth and a glass of water on her hoof. “Drink,” she demanded kindly and settled on her other side, picking her arm up. “The cuts are really deep,” she muttered, taking out some alcohol wipes. “It’s gonna sting,” she warned and placed the wipe on Spitfire’s skin. Spit hissed in discomfort and leaned slightly against Soarin. Only for a moment.

He shifted his position before trying more gently, Spitfire... please—“.

“Shut up, Soarin,” she replied, voice clipped in annoyance. Though her annoyance wasn’t directed at Dash, she pulled her arm away and breathed loudly through her nose. “I should really get back to work.”

She went to stand but Dash tugged her back down gently. “Oh, no, no, and one more no. I’ll talk, you listen, got it Cap?”

Soarin frowned a little at Dash’s commands, even though he knew she meant very well. It hadn’t come to this at all, so why he was imaging it, he had no idea, but the thought of losing both of them was unbearable. “Dash, I—”

She applied water to the cuts and started speaking, ignoring Soarin. “Spitfire, ‘kay, I’m not good at this. Usually I make things worse. And I’m not gonna lie and pretend I know what you’re going through,” she began quietly, eyes moving to meet Soarin’s for a moment. “But I promise, no matter how long it takes, it’s going to get better. And you’ll be okay. I’ve seen other ponies go through this and they survived. You will survive. You’re strong and fierce.” She picked up bandaids and bandages and started wrapping them around Spitfire’s arm, “And when you’re ready to talk,” she added, finishing the bandages, “we’ll all be here. Because...” she sighed, “we love and care about you. Okay? You’re more than just a captain to us.” She gazed up at Spitfire while she sniffled with a small but hopeful smile

Spit nodded numbly. “Thank you, Dash,” she mumbled.

Dash smiled, a sweet smile that Soarin had loved since the first time he saw it. “Anytime,” she answered, eyes flitting between Soarin and Spitfire. After a minute of her and Soarin discreetly gazing at one another, she tilted her chin towards them and stepped towards the door. “I’ll leave you guys alone.”

Soarin mouthed a ‘thank you’ to her before she left. You’re so amazing.

“Seriously, go,” Spitfire mumbled, trying not to cry again. They had been sitting in silence for fifteen minutes. “I don’t want to interrupt your guys’ time.”

Soarin sighed and only brought her closer. “I’m not leaving,” he repeated for what felt like the hundredth time.

“But you and Dash—“

Soarin placed a quick kiss to Spit’s forehead. “Dash will be okay. You need me,” he insisted, “even if you don’t talk. Now, gimme the blade.”

She hesitated but grudgingly handed it over. Finally, she wiped another tear and closed her eyes. “I guess... I’m just stressed. And lonely, alright?”

“What do you mean, exactly? We’re all here for you.”

She shrugged. “I’m a captain. I have almost no time to myself, I’m a raging lunatic three quarters of the time, my family... my dad... This job is so hard. The orders and demands. All the gossip and rumours and photoshoots. I have zero privacy. I’m not pretty. I’m not a good friend... I’m drowning, Soar,” she admitted, tears welling up once again. “And I can’t swim,” she gasped, starting to cry.

Soarin had no words. He had no idea she felt this way. Obviously he knew her job was demanding and stressful, that she wasn’t always happy, but he didn’t know she was... depressed, possibly. How could he not have thought about that in all the years they’d been friends? She was hurting herself, just to numb whatever emotional pain she was feeling.

He hugged her closer, chin resting lightly on her head. “She is right,” he whispered. “Whenever you wanna talk, we’re here. Fleet, Wave, Dash, Misty... the team.” He stroked her mane, hoping to give some sort of comfort. “Especially me.”

Spitfire sniffed, letting the tears dry against her flushed cheeks. “I can handle this myself, Soar, it’s nothing, really,” she tried to insist.

He huffed. “Bullshit,” he spat monotonously. “Fucking bullshit. You’re going to take some time off, I’ll run everything,” he decided at once.

“No,” she said sternly. Her captain voice.

It took a while for Soarin to usually give up on something he really wanted. “Yes,” he pushed back. “I’m not taking no for an answer.” Sure he didn’t act in her position that often, but that didn’t mean he forgot how to do the role.

“It’s my job, I know how it works,” she argued half-heartedly.

“Are you forgetting I’m second-in-command, Captain? I don’t do your job on a regular basis, but I know what I need to do. Anything else, I promise I’ll figure it out. I’ll ask Fleet or Rapidfire to help me.” He pulled away and looked into her orange eyes, slightly red from crying. “Please, Spitfire. You owe it to yourself. You work so hard. You’re such a great captain... friend... and being a celebrity is tough,” he said softly. “Please.”

She shook her head. “It’s not hard on Dash.”

He ignored the instant feeling to defend Dash and gave Spitfire a small smile. “She definitely loves it,” he chuckled. “But she’s told me and a couple of the other ‘Bolts... she hates it a lot of the time too. She respects you a lot,” he continued. “She doesn’t wanna show that sometimes she can’t handle it.” The fact that he knew this softened him, because he knew now that Dash’s trust in him was great, and he would never do anything to break it.

“So a love hate relationship,” Spitfire murmured.

“Exactly.”

Spitfire sighed. “I can’t show I’m weak, Soarin. You guys, you’re my friends, but you’re also my team. I’m your leader. Leaders are not supposed to be weak.” She said the word like it was dirty, something that shouldn’t be repeated.

He ran a hoof through his mane, loosening his grip. “You’re our leader,” he repeated, “and you are smart and brave. Capable. Strong and fierce. But,” he touch a hoof to her shoulder, “before all that, you are a pony, Spit. And feelings do not make you weak.”

And at that, she finally smiled. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. I... lo— well, you know,” she said awkwardly.

Soarin smiled, “I know you do. I do too.” I love you. “Oh,” he added, “and as for the... uh, appearance thing. God, you’re very wrong. I can’t count the times Lightning, Silver and Rapid have called you hot. All the other guys see it too, I see the way the other guys ogle you after a shower or something, heh, I’m the only one who doesn’t.”

“I should hope so,” she smiled.

He rolled his eyes playfully. “And as for Wave,” he added amd smirked as a small blush appeared on her face. “He thinks you’re beautiful.”

“I doubt it.”

Soarin only scoffed. “I’m serious, Spit. Like, if you weren’t like a sister to me and I wasn’t totally in love with Rainbow Dash, well, I would definitely have the hots for you.” He didn’t even think about what he had just said.

Spitfire stood up, taking his words in before a smug smile stretched across her muzzle. “Can you say that again, Clipper?”

He blinked. “Well, uh, sure, if you weren’t like a sister to me and I wasn’t totally in love with- Oh, oh dear, sweet Celestia,” he panicked. “Did that just come out? Did I say that? Do I mean it?” Did I just say I’m in love with Dash?

“Don’t ask me, they’re your feelings.”

He groaned. The emotions pulsing through him intensified numerously. As somepony who had never been in love before, how the hell was he supposed to know what it felt like? All Soarin knew was that Dash was his pony, the one he wanted to be there for forever. The one who bright colour to his life and made it sparkle in the most magical way possible. The pony he would do anything for. Wanted to have a part in her happiness. Was that love? Surely it was. “I’ll go worry about this later,” he muttered. He wanted to worry about it now, but couldn’t until later. “Point is... take a week off. Lemme run things around here. I promise on my life that nothing will happen.”

“You really aren’t going to back down?” she questioned with an eye roll.

“Absolutely not.”

Spit threw her hoof up in the air, pretending to be annoyed. “Oh, fine! Have it your way! I’ll just go chill out, clear my head, and try not worry about anything for the next seven days. Happy?” She spoke like it was the worst thing that had ever happened in the history of Equestria. If it weren’t for the situation, it would be almost comical.

“As one can be,” he answered. “Now... I’m giving you orders, as your... Substitute Captain. You’re going with Rainbow Dash tonight and staying at her place. Then tomorrow, after practice, I’m going through your office and stuff and taking the rest of your... cutting tools.”

She frowned. “Seriously?”

“Don’t question me,” he barked playfully. “Yes, I’m serious.”

“And why do I have to go to Dash’s house?” Her tone wasn’t annoyed, just curious.

He sighed. “Because I can’t leave you alone. And I figured you wouldn’t want anypony else to know, correct?”

She looked down, bobbing her head.

“I would let you sleep at my place, but I’m gonna stay here for tomorrow. Dash’ll keep an eye on you and I’ll have a session with her after your house,” he told her. “A training session,” he clarified.

“What other session would it be?” she asked sarcastically.

Sex. “Huh, I don’t know,” he mused, playing the idiot for a second. “But come on, this is a command.”

“I don’t know...”

“Please, Spit, just trust me. I have everything I need in your office. Besides, I helped come up with the routine, there’s no reason why I can’t help the team perfect it,” he reasoned.

Her stubborn streak was getting in the way, he could tell, but while Spitfire was stubborn, a captain did have to be reasonable. So she sighed and lowered her head. “No, there isn’t. Okay.”

“Okay.” Soarin smirked, feeling better. He hoped she would too.

She smiled back. “Okay.”

“Let’s go, she’s probably waiting in the hall,” he said, opening the door and seeing Dash sleeping peacefully, body curled up into a ball.

They looked at each other and chuckled. Soarin walked over to her and nudged her. “Dash? Dash? Wake up,” he whispered, staring down at her.

Her stunning eyes opened a minute later and bore into his. Soarin felt his heartbeat quicken. “What’s up?” she asked. “Spitfire okay?”

“I’ll be okay, Crash,” Spitfire answered.

Rainbow smiled past him, getting up.

Soarin turned back to Spit. “You can go pack, if you want,” he offered, and she nodded, eyeing the two before trotting away. “I hope you don’t mind,” he murmured, facing Dash, “I told her she could stay at your place. Gave her the week off. Told her I’d take over. I don’t trust her to be alone right now. I hope you don’t mind having her near, I really need this, she’s my sister and—“

“Soarin,” Dash said gently. “Of course I’m going to help. Spitfire’s a good friend to me as well.”

He blushed. “Right, yeah, I know, it’s just...”

She smiled sympathetically. “I know.” She pulled him in for a quick hug. He buried his face into her neck, breathing in her scent. Divine.

“I’ll train you later in the day. Okay?” he mumbled into her skin.

“One on one session, huh? I’m pretty open to that,” she responded, stroking his mane, touching his scalp. He bit back a sigh. Now was not the time for the things he wanted to do to her...

“Thank you,” he whispered.

She pulled away. Soarin already missed her, even though she was right in front of him. He hated not touching her, not being able to be with her. “No need to thank me.”

“Thank you anyways.”

“I’m ready to go,” Spitfire announced, flying back into the room, suitcase dangling on her hoof.

“Good,” Dash replied. “Come on.” They started flying away. “Goodnight Clipper,” they both called in unison.

“‘Night,” he called back.

He watched the two fly away, coats illuminated in the moonlight. He looked at Spitfire, and he felt content and peace. His best friend. His sister. He would always be there. She would be alright eventually.

He looked at Dash and a flare of emotions rose. Joy, passion, excitement, adoration, and a new, unfamiliar feeling. She was his pony. The one who got him like no one else could. The missing piece to his puzzle. Yet somehow, he knew exactly what the feeling was, and it was about time it came. His teammate, his friend, his lover. His everything. I’m in love with her.

And much to his dissatisfaction, Soarin tore his eyes away from his favourite mares, and went inside.

obvious continuation of last chapter, so still after S8 E5, (Grannies Gone Wild.)

this story focuses a lot on Dash and Soarin, and it’s meant to obviously. just wanted to showcase Soarin and Spitfire’s friendship, because Rainbow is not the only important mare in his life. when i do a fic focusing on Spitfire, her feelings and self-harm will be very explored. also yes, i gave myself away. there will be a Spitfire + somepony love story (i’m sure u know who it is.)

i’m a fucking rambler. i either talk nonstop or don’t talk at all.

takes place during S8 E8, (The Parent Map.) Dash is not in this episode, as it’s about Starlight, Sunburst, and their parents, so I figured this could be what went on in her world instead.

be warned, an oral sex scene. i’m sorry if this is cringey at all. even i think it is.

also at the end, when Soarin says he’ll “let her” pay him back, i mean that as a joke. in real life you don’t owe anyone sexual favours against your will, no matter what they did for you or how they’ve mad eyes you feel.

Soarin hopped out of the shower after a two hour training session with the team. Everypony had been wondering where Spitfire and Rainbow were, but Soarin had told them that it was private.

Fleet seemed to understand Spitfire’s need for privacy and had tried her best to be polite when Lightning, High Winds, Silver Lining, and Surprise had asked constantly.

“Stop, if the captain wanted you to know, she would’ve told us,” Fleetfoot had told her.

Misty and Soarin had agreed, both out of their care for their Captain. Wave Chill hadn’t said anything, but Soar figured he knew something was up. He and Spitfire had grown very, very close over the past couple years, and their feelings for each other were obvious.

Soarin shook his head and grabbed a towel, patting most drops of water away. Deciding he didn’t need his uniform, Soarin flew to Wave Chill’s room and knocked.

“Hey, Wave, you in there?”

A couple seconds later and the door opened, Wave’s dark blue coat appearing. “Hey, Commander. Something I can do for you?”

Soarin chuckled. “Seriously, Wave, you don’t need to be so formal. Anyways, I was just letting you know that I’m leaving to go have a training with Rainbow Dash. She’s... taking care of something for me.”

At that, Wave sent him a smirk. “Takin’ care of business, now, are we Commander?” he teased.

Soarin shook his head. “Not that. Anyways, if you don’t mind keeping an eye on the place? I’ll ask Fleet to do it tomorrow but her and Blaze are out doing something,” he explained.

“Yeah, yeah, no problem.”

Soarin smiled. “Great, thanks, Chill!” He turned to fly away.

“Wait, Soarin!”

He turned back with an eyebrow raised. “Yeah?”

“Is... she okay? Spitfire, I mean,” he asked whilst blushing.

Soarin smiled warmly, glad that his friend had found somepony who cared so much about her. “She’s alright. Between you and me... she might kill me for this, but, Dash is taking care of her. I won’t say too much because~”

Wave put a hoof up, smiling simply. “It’s alright, I get it.”

“Okay,” Soarin said. “I gotta go now, see ya,” he called, now flying away for real.

Soarin knocked on the door of Dash’s house. “Dash? Spit? Tank? Any of you in there?”

He bit his lip, nervous and excited to see both of them. Was Spitfire doing better? It had only been a couple days, but still, he hoped she was.
The door opened, and a pair of bright cerise eyes met his. “Hey you,” she answered, smiling softly.

His heart skipped a beat as Dash expressed a look of affection for him. “Hey, Dashie,” he replied, stepping into her house. “You ready to train?”

Her eyes narrowed and chest puffed. “Hell yeah,” she exclaimed, grinning.

“Grab your goggles,” he told her. “And before we do, can I~”

“She’s right across from my room,” Dash interrupted, knowing full well who he wanted to see. “I’ll wait outside.”

He nodded, glad he didn’t have to explain himself, and headed up the stairs, finding the room across from Rainbow’s and entering. “Spitfire? It’s me.”

He heard some shuffling and a little bang before the door opened, revealing Spitfire. Her fiery mane was rumpled and one cheek looked like it had been slept on quite thoroughly. “Soar, you’re here.” She smiled warmly at him. “What’s up?”

He shrugged. “I’m here to train Rainbow,” he replied. “She’s waiting, but I wanted to come check on you first. How’s Ponyville life?”

She laughed a little. “It’s... calm. Rainbow has me come to Twilight’s School of Friendship with her, so I guess it’s kinda cool to see young ponies.”

Soarin smirked. “Terrified any of them yet?”

“No,” she snarked back, sending a playful glare his way. “Crash really helped me back at the Speedster’s Flight Camp. Fillies and colts don’t cry as much as she used to,” she joked. “But seriously, it’s fun. I taught a little, had lunch with Crash and her friends... they may have embarrassed her a little with all the stories about when she was younger.”

He chuckled. “You’re gonna have to tell me them sometime. Anything else?” he asked.

“Eh, we eat dinner. Practice tricks, read sometimes. She showed me around some more, Pinkie sure reminds me of Surprise.”

“It’s almost scary, huh?”

She grinned. “Yep. Oh, and Tank! He’s pretty cool. Wouldn’t expect her to have a pet like him, I had to stop myself from laughing when I saw he had a little helicopter thing,” she snickered, covering her mouth with her hoof.

Soarin chuckled. “Right! I don’t think she understood why I was so confused. But she’s Crash, can’t have a pet that keeps her grounded.”

“Guess so, it’s totally her to do something like that.”

Although she was talking and seemed happy to see him, Soarin couldn’t help but notice her bright orange eyes had a lost a bit of their shine. “So,” he sighed, “how are you? Feelings wise.”

At that, her lips turned upside down. “I’m fine. It’s really nice to be off, spend some time with Crash. She’s a great friend.”

Soarin tried and failed to hide a smile. “She really is.”

“A friend, Soar, not some pony I’m in love with.”

He grinned, ignoring her comment. “Speaking of that, Wave’s wondering about you.”

Spitfire didn’t hide the blush that crept onto her face. “Yeah? How is he?”

“He’s respecting your privacy, unlike a couple other teammates,” he answered with a roll of his eyes. “He asked me if you were okay. I said you were with Crash, that’s all.”

A sad smile formed on her muzzle. “Oh, well... Tell him I’m good. Maybe when you’re training with Rainbow... he can come along? I’d like to see him, if ya don’t mind,” she said quickly, keeping her voice as cool as she could.

Soarin nodded, deciding not to tease her. “Yeah, I’ll ask him tomorrow.” He glanced at the clock in the hallway. “Sorry, Spit, I should probably go. I’ll say goodbye before I leave though, okay?”

She nodded. “Okay. Try not to have too much fun,” she added, winking and closing the door.

Soarin chuckled to himself and made his way down the stairs and out into the front ‘lawn’ if you will. Dash wasn’t there. Floating up, he scanned the landscape and saw her resting on a cloud, eyes closed and a content smile on her face. Soarin smiled wickedly, plan forming in his mind. She could fall asleep anywhere.

He silently flew closer to her, placing his lips near her ear and saying, “Boo.”

Her head popped up and she frantically looked around. “Who’s there?” she growled.

He fell back in laughter. “I scared you!” he exclaimed, smiling triumphantly.

Once she had realized it was just him, she calmed down and rolled her eyes. “Just humouring you,” she shot back, wings flaring out to the side.

“Right,” he said. “That was hilarious. Anyways, you ready?”

She regained her composure. “As I’ll ever be!”

“Stretching now!” he commanded, laying on the cloud and extending his legs.

She groaned. “Boring, boring, boring,” she mumbled.

He smirked as he felt his muscles stretch more than they already had before. “You’ll be grateful after.”

“It’s the only reason why I do it,” she quipped back. They exchanged a tender smile, and Soarin pried his eyes away from her strong, lean limbs. “Focus, Commander,” she added, chuckling darkly and getting to her hooves.

He did the same and pulled on his goggles. “Alright, it’ll be a bit harder to do this with the rest of the team not here, but we’ll make it happen.” He flew to a spot in the sky. “Your place is right here, in front of Lightning and behind Blaze.”

She groaned. “Do I have to be in front of Lightning? He always stares at my ass whenever we’re close to each other.”

Soarin knew Lightning meant no harm. He was a good pony and a very good friend, but he couldn’t help the spark of jealousy and fury that rose in his chest. Dash was his mare. Not that she was his, but, well, in a way, she kinda was.

He felt her breath against his ear. “Don’t worry, Clip, I’m not interested,” she whispered, smirking as she backed up.

“Good. ‘Cause I want all this awesomeness to myself,” he replied huskily and watched in satisfaction as her pupils grew, pink dusting her cheeks.
I love you, I love you, I’m so in love with you. Could he ever tell her?

“Maybe we’ll have time for that later. Come on,” she said, flying upwards. “Let’s do this.”

“Good job, Crash.”

She scoffed. “Just good?” She sent him a teasing smile, letting him know she was just kidding.

He laughed and flew away from her house, over to their cloud. “Fine. How about superawesomemazing?” he asked, trying to imitate her raspy voice.

“You’re a terrible impressionist,” she laughed, landing on the cloud.

He stuck out his bottom lip in a fake pout. “Dashie, you’re hurting my feelings.”

Dash only giggled. “Come here, ya goof.”

He obeyed, still pretending to be sad. It took all his strength not leap on her. “If you hurt me more I’m going to have to tell on you.”

She grinned and hummed, brushing her nose along his neck, up to his ear. “I’ll make it up to you,” she whispered.

Soarin inhaled sharply, his ear twitching. “Care to tell me how?”

“Well, I could do this.” She placed her lips on the corner of his mouth. “And this.” She kissed him, lips moving on his in a nice rhythm.
Soarin bit back a groan and wrapped one arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer. He kissed her back, lining her lips with his tongue, begging to be allowed in. She complied, allowing him to taste her. Her delicate mouth held the flavour of some sort of sour candy, something Soarin had always enjoyed.

“Mmhmm,” he mumbled, gently shoving her down and letting her fall into the cloud and him on top of her.

She pulled away, looking at their surroundings. “How was being in charge today?” she asked, stroking his dark blue mane as he ran trails of kisses down her neck.

“Really, really boring,” he said into her skin. “You were annoyingly stuck in my head all day.” His hooves caressed her wings and found their way to her thighs, rubbing them.

She gasped, massaging his back. “I make no apologies for that,” she replied, barely managing to get the words out.

He leaned into the massage for a second, and lowered his head, peppering her perfect fur with licks and sucks. “Just... going over in my mind, of every single damn thing I wanted to do to you,” he whispered. “That I want to do to you.” He chuckled as he went back up to her neck, trailing his lips along it and all the way up to her ears, biting one and smiling as her chest rose to meet his. “You know, to thank you. And because I missed you,” he admitted tenderly.

“Thank... me?” she questioned, words spaced out.

His lips brushed hers for a second and he pulled back, smiling. “For the other night... Some of your best work... and your work is always over the top amazing.”

“Believe me, I know,” she panted while giggling.

He laughed with her, dragging his tongue down her stomach and stopping right at her entrance. “How was teaching?”

Dash moaned softly, breaths becoming short. “Ah, well... I- oh, god, Soar... don’t play games with me,” she spat, hips rocking. Smirking, he breathed onto her pussy as she squirmed some more. “Fuck,” she swore. “You’re such a dick sometimes.”

Her marehood told Soarin that she felt the opposite. Smiling, he ran his nose along her clit and allowed his tongue to lap at her folds before entering her. “You love it,” he told her and continued to dart his tongue around her, feeling her walls clamp around him.

Her hoof reached down and began to rub her clit teasingly, increasing her pleasure and Soarin’s arousal.

His breathing became laboured, his face flushed at the hotness of her sex, taking in her unique taste, her whimpers and sighs better than music.

She held his head tighter and moaned again, and again. He could get off from her sweet sounds he thought as he went faster and faster. “Oh, god, Soarin!” she shouted, and placed her other hoof over her mouth, trying to keep her voice down. To her avail, she only got louder, until she placed a hoof on her mouth harder and only let out whines.
He went faster, harder, wanting her to cum so bad, have her feel the euphoria he had felt the other night and— finally.

“Soarin!” she groaned, hips thrusting into the air.

Delighted, he pulled away as her bucking gradually stopped and left her looking relaxed and embarrassed. Her hooves pulled away and Soarin took the one that touched her vagina juices and licked it, humming softly.
And then he put his mouth onto hers, slowly and gently. A kiss of care and tamed passion and from his side- love.

“No one heard, Dashie,” he said, pulling back. “And even if they did, they’ll know I put on a good show.” He winked and smirked, straightening his mane and wings.

Biting her lip, she stood up clumsily and stared at him. “You... I...” She shook her head, mane becoming even more wild. “You’ll get rewarded for that,” she muttered and leaned into him, foreheads touching.

Soarin felt his heart quite literally soar as her rainbow and vanilla scent wrapped around him. And knowing he could have this effect on her raised his spirits by a million percent. He was going to tell her, he was going to do it. Right here, right now. “Dash, I...I...”
He couldn’t do it. Why? He had no idea.

“What is it?”

He shook his head. “Nothing, never mind. We should probably head back.”

She tore away from him. “You okay, Soar?”

He nodded, cursing the blush in his ice blue cheeks. “Yeah, of course. I just have some paperwork to do back at HQ,” he answered.

She frowned. “You know you can talk to me,” she said gently, hoping to get through to him.

Soarin smiled. “I know, Dash. Guess I just don’t want to leave quite yet,” he replied.

Dash flew into the air, flying casually towards her home. “Everypony misses me, thought you’d be used to it by now.” She flashed him a cheeky smile as he joined her.

“What can I say? Guess you just don’t have that effect on me,” he told her swiftly.

She shoved him playfully, giggling. “Terrible impressionist and liar,” she listed.

“Anypony could have known that wasn’t true,” he sneered jokingly.

“Whatever, come on.”

They flew a couple more minutes and reached her house. After looking around, Soarin leaned in and kissed her cheek and pulled her in for a quick hug. “I’ll let you thoroughly pay me back for that later.”

“I’ll find time in my schedule,” she replied tiredly. “Now get going, don’t wanna fall behind.”

He reluctantly let go and gave her a soft smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? And practice that double diamond dive,” he added.

“I’ll try.”

He started flying away but turned back. “Wait, I need to say goodbye to Spit.”

“Don’t keep her waiting then.” She opened the door and he flew in and found the yellow mare on the couch, reading a magazine.

“Hey, Cap, I’m gonna get going,” he announced, walking over to her.

She looked up. “Good to know.” She poked him in the arm. “Please tell Dash to get some more interesting magazines,” she pleaded.

He chuckled. “I’ll try, she’s pretty stubborn though.”

Spitfire winked and released him. “I’m sure you could find a way to persuade her.”

Soarin kept his composure, even though his ears flattened against his head. “I’ll see you tomorrow and bring your coltfriend,” he snipped, walking away. “I’m glad you’re doing well, Spits.”

He walked out the door, saving a caring smile for Dash. She returned it, and with that, Soarin took off into the sky.

takes place during in the evening of S8 E11, (Molt Down.) again, Dash isn’t in this one, so i made this up for what she was doing.

any weird sounding sentences are intentional. they’re drunk. i don’t now if i hate this chapter. i have mixed feelings about it... and i’m bored.

It had been three weeks since Soarin had taken charge of the ‘Bolts, and it just so happened that today was the day Spitfire came back to HQ, knocking on the door and saying she was ready to take her job back back.

“You sure, Spit?” Soarin questioned.

She had only looked at the ground before shaking her head. “Definitely. I feel way better, relaxed, and I’m getting a little bored at Fleet’s house.” She hadn’t wanted to intrude on Dash longer then was necessary, and while Dash insisted she didn’t mind, Spitfire had spent the last week and a half at Fleetfoot’s.

“Well, you always were married to your job,” he mused.

She shrugged, walking in, looking over the paperwork he was currently in the middle of. “What can I say? It’s my soulmate.”

They had both chuckled as Soarin neatly and quickly organized the stack of papers. “Ah, well, it was nice getting to wear you,” he said to Spitfire’s sunglasses.

Said pony stepped in front of him, blocking his path. “You did what?” she growled.

Soarin rubbed his neck, looking away. “Nothin’,” he tried in a reassuring tone. “Look, I’ll take care of this today, and then since we’re all supposed to take the weekend off anyways,” he suggested.

“Really, Clipper? I’ve been off for three weeks! It was only supposed to be one. Do you think I’m not capable of my job or something?” she asked, annoyed.

“I just... ugh! Fine, fine, there was only a little left anyways,” he gave in. “Look, just... meet the team in the mess hall at five, okay?”

Spitfire raised an eyebrow. “I’m not stupid. What do you all want?”

“It’s a surprise.” He grinned. “Not literally, although she will be there.”

“I don’t need a ‘welcome back Spitfire’ party,” she deadpanned.

He grumbled, “You’re no fun. Anyways, it isn’t a party. Just meet us there, got it? You’ll like it,” he promised.

She sighed. “Yeah, whatever. See you there.”

“Yes ma’am!” Soarin saluted. “It’s good to have you back, Spit,” he added kindly.

“Good to be back,” she said, already working her way through the papers.
Soarin could only chuckle.

The whole team was in Las Pegasus, currently at a casual bar that served food as well. It was loud and upbeat, and right across the street there was a hip new dance club.

“You guys seriously didn’t have to do this,” Spitfire said. “It’s not like I was gone for years.”

“It felt like years,” Fleetfoot wailed. “I personally prefer you over Soarin to lead us.”

Soarin glared. “What happened to ‘You’re so much better than Spitfire’, hmm?” As soon as the words left his mouth, Soarin instantly felt awful that he had let Spitfire hear that.

Fleetfoot glared right back. “Don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

The whole team had quieted and was currently staring at the two bicker. “You... You feel that way, Fleet?” Spitfire asked blankly.

Fleetfoot stared at her captain, guilt filling her gut. “I- No, Spit, I was just joking.”

“Oh, right, okay,” Spitfire responded, a fake smile on her face.

“C’mon guys! We’re in Las Pegasus! Let’s have some fun! Cider’s on me!” Lightning announced cheerfully, trying to lighten the mood. “Anypony up for a drinking game?”

High Winds, Misty Fly, Rapidfire, Surprise, and Rainbow Dash all raised their hooves. “Me!”

“Alright! Hey, six shots of cider please!” Lightning called.

The bartender got to work, mixing and pouring. “Coming right up!”

In less then a minute he had shot over five, well, shots of cider to the five Wonderbolts. Soarin watched as they all clinked their glasses together and each took long drinks, while Lightning and Dash kept asking for more, chugging them down like it was water.

Soarin yawned, picking at his chicken sandwich, not really in the mood to eat for once. “You’re gonna be okay, Cap? Fleet means no harm.”

She chuckled. “I know, Soar... Keep an eye on Lightning tonight, not me.”

He frowned in confusion. “What are you~”

Wave cleared his throat and pointed at Lightning, who was currently poking and teasing Dash. Soarin felt jealousy roll over him like a tsunami. “Oh please, Dash can make her own choices, she’s a grown mare for god’s sake,” he protested.

Blaze and Wave Chill looked at each other and laughed. “Please, Clipper, everypony knows you’re practically in love with her... if that was the mare I liked, god knows I’d be jealous,” Blaze commented.

Soarin, fed up, downed his soda. “Hey, Dec! Can I have some beer please?!”

“Sure thing, Commander!” the bartender replied and threw a beer his way.

Soarin caught it and opened it up, taking a swig. “Yeah well, you wouldn’t need to be Blazey, considering that Lightning is a stallion,” he muttered.

She shrugged. “Just saying.”

“So, Blaze,” Fleet coughed, “do you like any mares right now?”

“Yeah, tell us,” Silver agreed.

Blaze’s yellow cheeks darkened. “Maybe, maybe not.”

“Oh she does!” Fleetfoot exclaimed, leaning in closely. “Who is it? We won’t tell, cross my heart.” She grinned.

Soarin, Spitfire, Silver and Wave all nodded.

Blaze rolled her purple eyes. “No. Now shut up.”

The other five snickered. Soarin looked at the other five, who were all laughing and flipping, part of whatever game they had invented. Dash was looping through Winds and Rapid and then Lightning, who went out of his way to make sure she bumped into him. Soarin tightened his grip on his drink as the prismatic pegasus reeled back. Instead of getting angry, she simply chuckled and eagerly watched as High Winds did her round.

“Does Lightning have zero control?” Soarin muttered, trying not to stare at him and Dash. She would never purposely hurt you. And Lightning does this all the time...

“Pretty much. He hits on pretty much every mare that looks in his direction,” Wave answered casually, finishing his cider. “Although...” his voice trailed off and he averted his eyes as he realized he probably shouldn’t tell Soarin.

Soarin raised his brow. “What?”

“Nothing. Never mind.”

“Wave.”

Wave continued to look away. “Seriously, don’t bother, it isn’t a big deal, Commander.”

“Alright. As your Commander, I order you, Wave Chill, to tell me what you were going to say,” Soarin stated, motioning to Dec for another beer.

“I really don’t think you want to~”

Soarin slammed the beer bottle down harshly. “For fuck’s sake, Wave, what won’t you say?” he barked.

Wave looked taken aback. Soarin had never really gotten annoyed with him like this before, and had only ordered him for training and when Spitfire was unavailable. “Commander, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he stuttered.

Spitfire butt in. “No need to yell at him, Soarin,” she said sharply with a hint of protectiveness.

Soarin rolled his eyes. “Sorry. But just say it. I can take it,” he told them quietly.

Wave sighed. “Whenever a female joined the team, Lightning pursued them for maybe a week. After that, he accepted them as a teammate and nothing more.”

“Nothing we don’t know,” Soarin told him blankly.

Spitfire nodded, understanding where Wave was coming from. “He’s saying, Soar, that Dash has been on the team for nearly two years and Lightning still... flirts with her.”

“You don’t think he actually likes her, do you?” Soarin gulped.

Spitfire turned to Wave and they looked away. “We don’t know,” Wave replied slowly. “But he might. Or they’re just good friends and he finds her really attractive.”

“Which she is. I mean, if I was gay, I’d be into that,” Spitfire smirked a little.

“I... But... Lightning... he wouldn’t... he knows I like her. He’s not that type of guy,” Soarin sighed and looked at the two ponies who were the topic of their conversation.

Dash was laughing and smiling with him, deep in conversation and would playfully shove him when Lightning whispered something in her ear.

Soarin didn’t say anything. Only kept on staring.

He felt anger. Anger at Lightning for flirting with Dash when he knew Soarin liked her. Anger at Dash for not rejecting Lightning. And angry at himself for thinking that Dash liked him as much as he liked her. Loved her.

But Soarin, although not as obvious about it as say Rapid or Lightning, was quite the mares’ stallion. He had the looks, charm, status, and rank.

He needed to show Dash that he had the same effect as any of his make teammates did. He took one look at High Winds and got off his chair, flying over to her. “Hey Windy,” he greeted, using a more affectionate nickname.

“Oh, hi Soar-Soar!” she exclaimed and held out her glass. “Want a sip? It’s really, really good!”

And she’s drunk. Not a bad thing in his case. “So, uh, how’s it going? You winning whatever game you ponies are playing?”

She shrugged and blinked, swallowing her drink. “We were playing a game?”

“Uh... never mind,” he chuckled and wrapped a hoof around her. “C’mon, sit with me,” he beckoned, choosing the seats right next to Lightning and Rainbow.

“So, you seeing anypony?” he questioned casually, sparing a look in Dash’s direction.

Winds shook her head. “Nope! I’m a single Pringle!” she giggled. “Are you a taken piece of bacon?” she questioned, green eyes widening.

Soarin blinked. Usually High Winds was very... cool. “Uh... not exactly.” He coughed uncomfortably and leaned in closer to her, casually tucking a piece of her curly blue hair out of her face.

“What about you and the rainbow girl?” She pointed to Dash. “What’s her name again?” she slurred. “Rainbow... something.”

Soarin looked over and saw the two gone. “Excuse me, Windy,” he said passively.

“Aw, alright handsome,” she moaned sadly. “Three tequila shots please, old man!” she yelled.

Soarin cringed and disappeared into a close off area only meant for VIPs. He figured he could pass, considering he was one of the most famous Wonderbolts in Equestria.

“Oh, Dash,” somepony groaned, followed by a sharp breath.

Soarin rounded the corner, and felt his heart drop as he witnessed Lightning push her against the wall in a suggestive manner, kissing her neck while she rubbed his back.

Dash’s eyes were closed, and while she didn’t seem to be doing anything, she didn’t exactly look uncomfortable. “Yeah... who are~” Her magenta eyes opened and she looked down at Lightning. Her look of relaxation turned to a frown. “Wha- who- Light? Or-or Fore?” she shook her mane. “Fire?” she croaked slowly.

Lightning pulled away. “It’s Lightning Streak,” he told her.

Soarin watched as Rainbow went silent, her body unmoving. “I... You’re not...”

“What?”

She tried to gently push him off her, but Lightning wouldn’t budge. “You’re not... the... Commamdee,” she stated. “Or, I mean, um... Commander.”

Soarin’s ears flipped up. Did he hear her correctly?

“I’ll be yours if you wanna me a too,” Lightning slurred his words incorrectly. “I mean, I saw him with Wen... no, Windy earlier.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “He isn’t here.”

Soarin’s glare hardened and he stepped forward. “Yeah, actually, I am.”

Dash’s eyes lazily landed on him and he wings shot out. “Soarin! Clipper! You’re there and I’m here and and... why am I not with you?” she wailed.

Soarin’s heart clenched. Both in frustration and concern. He smoothly walked over and pulled Lightning away, catching Rainbow as she clumsily fell into him. “I’m here, Rainbow,” Soarin told her.

She blinked and pointed to the other stallion who was on the door.

Soarin sighed, overly annoyed with his friend to really pay attention. He was too worried about Rainbow Dash and just wanted to get her home. He also didn’t want to spoil a night that was supposed to welcome Spitfire back. “Streak, I’ll get Wave to come help you, ‘kay buddy?”

Lightning only groaned, pretty much passed out on the floor.

“Come on, Rainbow.”

“Where we going?” she mumbled, leaning against him.

He didn’t reply as he carried her weight over to where Spitfire, Wave, Fleetfoot and Blaze were all talking. “Uh, Wave?”

Wave turned, drawing away from his conversation. “What’s up— oh. Crash, you okay?” he questioned.

She nodded happily. “Wavey... I almost made out with Lightning...” Her eyes went wide.

Wave looked around uncomfortably. “Um...”

“He’s in the VIP section. Do you mind taking care of him? I’m really sorry about this,” Soarin apologized hastily.

Wave peeked past them before nodding. “Sure thing. I don’t mind.”

Soarin smiled gratefully at his friend. “Thanks, dude. I owe you one.”

They bumped hooves and Wave flew away.

Spitfire and Fleetfoot turned to the two. “Why’d you send him away?” Fleet asked.

Soarin motioned to Dash, who was giggling at her own hiccups. “She’s drunk. I saw them... like, almost... together and~”

“Dashie! How could you?” Fleet scolded playfully.

Dash jumped and let out a short yelp. “Wha?”

Blaze and Spitfire chuckled. “Get her a hotel room, Soar. Guess we’re spending the night here,” Spitfire told him.

He flashed her a small grin. “Thanks, Spit. See ya.”

“Don’t make any drunken mistakes!” Fleetfoot called whilst laughing.

Soarin leaned down. “Hey, Rainbow, get on my back.”

He saw her lips form a pout. “But I wanna fly! I need to be fwee!”

“You can be free tomorrow. You’re drunk right now,” he stated calmly.

“N I not,” she snipped. “Lemme show ya.” She flapped her wings unevenly and wobbled off the ground, managing to clumsily stay in the air for about fifteen seconds before falling. “Aw...” Her blue ears folded in. “This doesn’t mean you win,” she told him, climbing onto his back, wrapping her legs around his shoulders and waist.

Soarin felt his face flush from the contact, despite the fact that she had done many more intimate acts with him. He adjusted to her weight and took off, flying out the bar and onto the busy roads, until he found a chic motel, classy but not too crowded and part pay like. He flew in and landed, clearing his throat to get the receptionist’s attention.

“Can I help you?” he asked.

Soarin nodded. “I need a room for tonight.”

The grey pony checked through the book before nodding. “Alright. It’ll number be twenty-three on the next floor. Thirty bits, please,” he requested.

Soarin grabbed his wallet with his mouth and threw it to the receptionist. “I’d do it myself but...” He pointed to the passed out mare on his back.

“I get it.” He fished thirty bits out of the wallet and handed it back to Soarin. “Enjoy your night, sir, and um... miss.”

“Thanks,” Soarin nodded and walked away, climbing up the stairs.

Once they were safely in the room, Soarin tried unsuccessfully to get Dash into bed without waking her.

“Mmm?” she mumbled, eyes opening, staring up at Soarin.

If she wasn’t drunk, Soarin would have kissed her. She looked like an angel, and oh, those damn eyes, they killed him, took his breath away every time he looked at them. “Go to sleep, Rainbow.”

“Is you Soar... in?” she asked, blinking rapidly.

“Yes, it’s me, I’m here,” he said, rubbing her head and face.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, thick lashes covering her eyes.

He sighed. He was angry. But they would deal with that tomorrow. He just needed her to feel better first and then he’d get some answers. “We’ll talk about it later.”

“I~”

He shook his head. “Seriously, Rainbow, go to sleep.”

She frowned and hit him sloppily. It didn’t hurt at all. “Lemme... let me... talk,” she croaked. “I... thought he was you...”

“What?” he asked, not sure if he believed her. “Lightning Streak looks nothing like me.”

She shifted. “I’m drunk... he kissed me... and when I opened my eyes I... you... I guess I was imagining you.”

Soarin didn’t say anything. “We’ll talk about it later, alright? Get some rest.”

She dramatically sighed, still heavily intoxicated. “Fine...”

He climbed into the other bed, although his heart wanted nothing more then to lie next to her, his brain said no. Soarin clicked the light off. “Night, Rainbow,” he said.

“You’re the only one I want, Soarin,” she moaned.

He didn’t move.

Celestia’s sun shone bright through the wide window of the motel, blazing right onto Soarin’s eyes. Groggily, he opened them and instantly shut them tight, last night’s events coming rushing back. The bar, his friends, Lightning and Dash, her drunk, them in the motel. He didn’t want to get up, but he knew he had to. Knowing Spitfire, she’d want to do some exercises that day and they still had to fly back to HQ. Plus, his curiosity was burning to know about Lightning and Dash. Although... they probably wouldn’t remember. Maybe Wave would have answers.

Throwing off the warm blankets, Soarin slowly stood up and lazily pulled the covers up, tossing the decorative pillows back on the bed and made his way over to Dash, who was snoring softly as usual, her lies tightly shut, sweat at her brow.

He sighed, glancing at the clock. It read 11 o’ clock. Made sense, they had all had a late night. Hopefully Spitfire wouldn’t be too annoyed. Soarin stood, watching Dash’s chest rise and fall, before deciding to wake her up. He moved to the side of her bed and shook her. She grunted a few times and groaned before her eyelids lifted, looking unfocused.

“Huh?” she mumbled and flinched. “Celestia, my head hurts,” she whispered.

He smiled softly. “Regretful hangover?”

Her gaze finally landed on him, her bright eyes piercing right through him. “Hangover,” she corrected, smiling through her pain. “That cider was damn good.”

Soarin managed to conceal his chuckle. “How ‘bout some coffee and a quick breakfast? We can take a balloon if you don’t feel like flying all the way back to headquarters.”

“Sure, yeah... we don’t have training today, do we?” she asked, getting up, not bothering to make the bed. “How’d we end up here anyways?”

Soarin bit his lip and instead handed her a cup of water. “I’ll tell you on the way back.”

“It’s bad, it isn’t?” she mumbled, looking in the mirror and cringing, trying to smooth her mane. She quickly gave up. To Soarin, it just added to her wild appeal. Her bangs were more ruffled and there was some messy waves in the rest of it where it was normally all smooth and straight.

He didn’t reply as they walked out the door and headed down the stairs, where they were greeted with the grey receptionist pony from earlier.

“Ah, morning folks, how was your night, sir?”

Dash instantly flattened her ears. “Not so loud, huh?” she snipped as nicely as she could.

The receptionist rolled his brown eyes. “Sorry, miss.”

“It was good, thanks. You know where we can get some breakfast?” Soarin answered.

He nodded. “The motel has a complimentary one right through there,” he replied, pointing through a curtain. “Coffee, fruit, toast, the usual.”

Soarin nodded politely. “Thanks. Have a good day.” He and Dash walked away and through the curtain.

There were two tables. One filled with stacks of bread, croissants, donuts, croissants, you name it. The other had all types of fruit, spreads, hard boiled eggs, and oatmeal packets, along with can of apple juice, orange juice, milk and water. And of course, a smaller table with a coffee pot and a cupboard full of plain blue mugs above it.

“Coffee!” Dash exclaimed, walking over and turning on the pot while grabbing a mug.

Soarin made his way to the food and placed some eggs, fruit, and toast with some raspberry jam on it. He made his way over to a small table and began to eat slowly.

Dash came over a couple minutes later and placed another mug of coffee in front of him. “Wasn’t sure if you’d want some,” she said.

“Thanks,” he replied, taking a sip, letting the strong taste wash over him.

He looked up to see her bowl filled with oatmeal and strawberries, and another plate with a muffin,
donut, and two mini croissants on it. Soarin amusedly raised his eyebrows at the two very different
types of breakfasts she seemed to be having.

“Please judge another day,” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. “I barely ate yesterday. I need the sugar rush.”

Soarin hid a smirk by drinking more coffee. “No judgment here,” he told her. He was trying his hardest to act disinterested while still friendly. She had to figure out something was wrong by herself, which he was sure she was starting to.

They ate slowly in silence, thoughts of last night still stuck in Soarin’s mind on repeat.

He shoved the last piece of toast into his mouth when a cyan hoof came down on the table. “What is up with you?” Dash frowned, peering confusedly. “You’ve barely said a word to me all morning and you won’t tell me what went down last night. Did I say something?” She then winced at the loudness of her voice.

Soarin sighed. “Look, Rainbow, we’ll talk about it later, alright?”

“Fine, yeah, alright,” she mumbled and went back to eating.

Ten minutes later and the two were in a balloon, taking off for HQ. In silence of course. Soarin still didn’t know what to say. It didn’t seem like she remembered anything that had happened. And technically... was she even doing something wrong last night? Sure, she may have been about to hook up with Lightning Streak, but Dash was not his girlfriend. She could do as she pleased. And yet, what about all that time they had spent together? Pranking and talking. Laughing and teasing. Exchanging foalhood stories and secrets. Whispering words of care and affection, something neither had done too often, especially the mare. Making love.

Then again, did she really have no idea who she was with? That hurt a little. She thought Lightning could have been him, and there was nothing similar about the to Wonderbolts, except for the fact Lightning’s coat was a couple shades darker than his. Yet she had clearly wanted Soarin, something he could not forget. “Soarin! Clipper! You’re there and I’m here and and... why am I not with you?” she wailed. Her raspy voice was weak and confused, messy and slurred.

“Talk to me, Soarin,” Dash said, sitting across from him. “Just not too loudly, I have a major headache, but nothin’ I can’t handle, ya know, cause~”

He rolled his eyes. “‘Cause you’re just so awesome?” he finished sarcastically.

Her cerulean face turned slightly red. “Right, sorry,” she muttered. “Seriously, please. Tell me what I did.”

“You technically didn’t do anything wrong,” he muttered under his breath.

She heard it though, and her magenta eyes shifted to the ground, and released an annoyed breath from her nose. “I don’t get it.”

He stayed quiet.

“Come on, Soarin, let me fix this,” she growled impatiently.

Soarin glared up at her. “You spent the whole evening with Lightning.”

She cocked an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Yeah, and?”

He had no appreciation for the tone she held. “And I turn my back for a few seconds while talking to Winds, and you two are in the Very Important Ponies room, with him pressing you against the wall and his lips on your fucking neck,” he snapped.

Dash’s mouth formed a thin line and she breathed heavily. Ears flattening against her head, shoulders sagged. “What?”

Soarin shrugged, unable to look at her. “That’s how I found you. And then you... realized he wasn’t me,” he continued quietly, keeping a little of the brash edge in his voice. “And he tried to get you to be okay with it, said I wasn’t there, so I stepped out. I pulled him off of you and you... were upset...”

“Because I wanted to be with you,” she finished. “All I know last night is that I wanted to be with you.”

Soarin gritted his teeth at her words. “I know we aren’t together. But we spend a lot of time alone, Rainbow. Even drunk... Lightning and I... we don’t look anything alike.”

Rose eyes drifted to the clouds. “Yeah... I was really drunk. And I’m not trying to excuse myself, but Lightning’s a good friend. And I’m not apologizing for spending time with him. But I don’t even know why we ended up going there. I guess he did those things and I was so out of it I wanted it to be you.” She sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he whispered.

“Maybe not technically,” she replied. “But I hurt you, intentional or not. So I’m sorry. I meant what I told you before I fell asleep,” she added softly. “You’re the only one I want, Soarin.”

“You remember,” he said slowly.

She chuckled slightly. “Not to get sappy, but yeah. You’re the only one I want, Soarin,” she repeated.

He sighed, still feeling insecure. Turning his head, he saw that they were nearing Headquarters and made a decision that broke his heart in two. They were confused. Their relationship clean and messy at the same time. Maybe they didn’t work. Maybe he was too insecure, her too wild. The same, yet different.

And unfortunately, they needed this. What he was about to say. He needed to tell her, because clearly this couldn’t work out. It was complicated. He couldn’t keep doing this. She wanted him, he was sure of that, but even though it was his decision, he hated how they couldn’t be together.

Just one more try, a voice in his mind told him. Soarin listened.

“Rainbow Dash, what would you say to being together?” he questioned, hiding his nerves.

The inquiry took her by surprise and she just stared for a few minutes before finally opening her mouth. “I... I don’t k-know,” she stammered. “I don’t know. We’re busy a lot of the time, Soar, and you didn’t want a relationship, remember?”

He frowned. “I did. I just didn’t think we could do it.”

She matched his frown with an annoyed glint in her eye. “Why do you think you can now?”

“I don’t know if I can, but I can’t take this whole friends with benefits for much longer,” he said darkly. “It’s eating me alive, still knowing that you are free to be anypony else’s except mine.”

Dash sighed. “I’m busy a lot. I’m a Wonderbolt, a teacher, I save Equestria, I spend a lot of time with my friends, and I’ve always been too awesome for stallions.” She breathed deeply. “So, I don’t know,” she repeated.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” he asked, desperation creeping in. “You either want to be with me or you don’t.”

She stayed quiet for a long time, looking away. A hint of regret in her face for what he could see.

“Are you... what, embarrassed to be with me?” he asked, tilting his head.

Her cerise eyes flew open and she violently shook her head. “Of course not.”

Soarin just laughed at the irony. “I’m ridiculously in love with you,” he chuckled, shaking his head.
He watched her jaw drop, but he continued, “You cocky, brash, self obsessed, hot headed, feisty mare. I love you. And it tears me apart that you’ve never truly been mine. And by what you just told me, you never will be,” he continued. And so he broke his own heart when we said the words. “So I’m ending our little rendezvous, joke of a relationship, whatever you wanna call it,” he finished. Soarin didn’t glance in her direction, afraid he would take it all back if he did.

“I... Soarin...”

Looking away, he flew out of the basket and took one look back at her shocked face. “Make sure you land safely, take care of your headache. Goodbye, Rainbow Dash.”

And as he flew towards headquarters, ignoring the sound of her breaking voice calling him, he put on a mask, and covered his feelings.

continuation of last chapter. again, don’t know how to feel about this one. but yeah, uh, drama.

also, in reference to Rainbow’s “I barely ate yesterday.”
that was a one time thing. she was busy. she eats regularly.
even if you have body issues, you still need to eat, no matter how scary it is. please. it’s terrifying and you hate food and it’s the end of the world if you gain weight... except it’s not. i’ve struggled with anorexia, bulimia, body dysmorphia and exercise addiction for the longest time, and i’m prob going into too much detail for a simple sentence, but incase this hit anybody the wrong way, i had to say it.

takes place during S8 E16, (Friendship University.)
no, Dash is not in this episode.
also, their relationship is confusing as hell.

It had been one month. One, long, agonizing month since Soarin had broken things off with Dash.
Both knew the importance of not letting the team fall apart, and had remained professional towards one another. But that was all. Just the ‘hi’, ‘good morning’, ‘how are you?’, and ‘goodbye’. Needless to say, it had created quite the confusion among the team, who were sure confused on what happened. Only Lightning Streak seemed to have some idea and had mainly kept his distance from Soarin and Dash.

But then there had been some exchanged looks, tender smiles, slight teasing, and Soarin knew that as much as they tried to keep things work-only, it didn’t seem to be working quite as well.

For Soarin though, it was agonizing. To be so close, to hear her voice, and only be able to give a simple nod. He longed to have a conversation, to hold her in his arms, kiss her lips. He wanted her to take him on an adventure. She did it all the time, made the most mundane things come to life.

The Wonderbolts were currently in Manehattan for a show, a big interview and photoshoot for the famous magazine, Equestria Times.

“You ready for this?” Misty asked, nudging him. They were about to walk out and be interviewed by Trenderhoof, a famous journalist.

“I’m never ready.”

“Looking forward to it, Commander?” Fleet questioned, walking over to them.

Misty piped up. “He’s never ready, apparently.”

The two mares chuckled.

Soarin sighed, dragging his hoof across the floor. “I wish I was Thunder or Silver... maybe even Rapid. Or Surprise, Winds... anypony except me,” he explained. “Then I wouldn’t have to do this stupid interview.”

That was how it worked. Each year, after the public voted, the five most popular Wonderbolts of the year had to do a personal interview. Unfortunately for Soarin, he was one of them, along with Spitfire, Misty Fly, Fleetfoot, and of course, first place went to Rainbow Dash. The ponies had loved her daring personality, her openness and eagerness towards interacting with fans and along with the fact that she was Princess Twilight Sparkle’s best friend, it was no contest she would be featured.
She was also described as one of the most attractive female Wonderbolts, which she had pointed out that it was ridiculous that there was a poll for that. They had all sided with her, even though Soarin still thought the press was right on that matter.

“Commander Soarin, it’s your turn,” an assistant called, motioning for him to come into the room.

Soarin sighed as Fleetfoot casually pushed him forward. “You get ‘em tiger,” she called.

Biting his lip, Soarin walked into the nicely furnished room and sat straight across from Trenderhoof, sitting on a maroon couch with golden trimming.

“Hello, Commander Soarin,” the brown unicorn greeted, nodding his head.

Soarin looked him up and down. He was tall, had a blonde mane with a streak of white, wore a green jacket, and had white glasses covering his bright purple eyes. He looked nice enough. “Hello, Trenderhoof.”

The unicorn sat across from him. “So, I’m sure you know why you’re here. I’m going to be asking you some questions about your life, as a Wonderbolt and what it’s like doing that. All the ins and outs, behind the scenes. And then we had the public take another poll on the top three things they’d like to know about you.”

Soarin nodded. Maybe this wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. “That sounds good,” he said.

“Great, great. Tell me if anything’s way too sensitive of a subject, but this is supposed to get a little personal,” Trend warned.

“I’ll do that.” He tried to offer a friendly smile, but found it hard to do so nonetheless.

The journalist opened his book. “Okay, let’s start out simple. How’s the job going right now?”

Soarin pushed away thoughts of how his love life was going and focused on just his shows, practices, duties, and training. He smiled fondly. “It’s going good right now, like it usually is. It’s great to get to work with all the ‘Bolts on the team. They’re very talented, y’know,” he responded.

Trend scribbled it down. “Tell me, what’s your relationship like with the other members? We all know you, Captain Spitfire, and Fleetfoot are very close, and you seem to be friends with the others as well.”

Soarin bit his lip and shrugged. “Everypony on the team are great friends with everypony,” he started. “To us... we’re just ponies. We don’t treat one another like they’re a celebrity. It’s cool, I don’t think all ponies have a workplace environment like that.”

Trend wrote it down. “Can you be more specific? Besides the two mares I listed above, who are your closest friends within the team?”

“Ah, well,” Soarin rubbed his neck. “I don’t have favourites. But me and the guys, especially Wave, Rapid and Lightning hang out together. Kind of like a stallion’s night out. It’s pretty fun.”

“What do you ponies do?”

He blushed but answered anyway. “Ah, well, we usually’ll play some sort of game. Maybe poker or pool, even though we do that with rest of the team sometimes too. Sometimes we go out for drinks at a bar, and just... talk. Fly, challenge each other, it’s just... guys hanging out.”

Trend smirked. “Ever put the moves on with the mares? You four are all very popular with them.”

Soarin just laughed. “Ah, well, I know two of them enjoy it, but... me? Not always my thing,” he admitted.

“Alright, why not? Got a very special somepony already?”

“Work takes up a lot of my time,” he stammered clumsily.

He tried to hide his faltering calmness. His cheeks burned as Dash crossed his mind. Well, she was always on his mind. He had missed her like he had never missed another pony in his entire life. Such intensity. There was no pony like her, and as long as Soarin lived, he wasn’t sure if he would ever get over these feelings. He didn’t like to put it in his brain the longing he felt for her. Just for her to turn to him and place a comforting hoof on shoulder, calming, soothing him. A gentle smile on her lips, her beautiful eyes gazing at him, mane shining. He wanted her so badly.
“Anyway,” he coughed, “uh, no, I don’t. I’m almost as bad as Spitfire,” he chuckled awkwardly. “Totally married to my job.”

“Interesting,” Trend replied. “Because you and Rainbow Dash used to be seen hanging out together a lot. Was there something there?”

“No, she’s just a very good friend of mine,” he lied. “It’s hard not to like the pony who’s saved your life more than once,” he added, chuckling a little.

Trend nodded although he cast a suspicious glance. “You sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” He frowned a little just to show he wasn’t willing to talk too much about this.

“Alright then, what can you tell us about any of your other Wonderbolt friends?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Misty, High Winds, Surprise, Thunderlane, Silver Zoom... they’re all great. Misty and High Winds are hilarious, Surprise is so full of energy,” he noted. “Thunder and Silver are great assets as well. Hardworking and diligent. At the end of the day though, the team is my life. We’re a family,” he said softly.

“That’s good to hear. So is anypony else within the team dating?”

Soarin tried to hide the irritation in his voice and expression. Why were ponies always interested in the love lives of others? “Not that I know of, and even if they were... it’s not really any of my business. And I’d let them tell the fans.”

“Okay, one more question and then we’ll move on. Have you ever wanted to be with a Wonderbolt mare?”

He sighed. “Yeah, I suppose, not revealing who though,” he added quickly.

Lucky for him, Trend didn’t ask to expand on that, instead going with, “Fair enough. Alright, so, has there ever been any... conflicts between you and the team? Former or current members?”

Soarin shrugged. “Well... back in my first year, there was one pony who didn’t treat me the best, but he left and I’ve let it go,” he answered truthfully. “But all of the current members? No huge, pull-apart issues. We all disagree, get into a couple arguments. But they’re fixable. We work things out. You can’t be around the same ponies all the time and not getting at least a little annoyed with them.” He chuckled for emphasis.

The writer nodded along. “What’s it like being the second-in-command?”

“Uh... well, what do you mean, exactly?”

“Just... the job, I suppose. What do you do, anything too different from the other ‘Bolts?”

Soarin thought on it for a moment. “Well, rushing, I suppose. We all pitch in from time to time in coming up with routines, but Spitfire and I tend to do a lot of it ourselves. Of course, we run it by the others, but we’re the main creators of most routines. When she’s asked to attend some social gathering, she’ll usually bring me or Fleetfoot, although she does bring some of the other members occasionally. I fill in for her when she’s out, and I still file lots of paperwork, while checking in to make sure everything’s running smoothly,” he explained. “I don’t do nearly as much as the captain though,” he added, smiling.

“Everypony’s also wondered how you got the job of second-in-command.”

Soarin grinned. “Ah, well, Veteran Arrow announced his retirement and had personally asked Spitfire if she wanted the job. I think she was a little... unsure about it at first, but she was a natural. Grew into it right away. She insisted the former second-in-command, Star Night, didn’t need to help with anything. Eventually Arrow visited and noticed. I guess they talked and I suppose he recommended me. So Spit actually took his advice.”

“Interesting. Do you ever get tired of the fame that comes with being a Wonderbolt?”

The questions were quite direct, but he supposed that Trend had a lot of interviews to get through today, and not just of the ‘Bolts. Soarin bit his lip. All the time. He knew he just wanted to fly and do tricks. Hang out with his friends, spend every spare minute with Dash. But it was all impossible, because Soarin hated his job just as much as he loved it. Fiercely.
“I won’t lie, I do,” he confessed, rubbing his neck. “Don’t get me wrong, the support and paycheque are great.” They both shared a laugh. “But it’s a lot of stress to watch every single thing you do when out in public, or if you make a mistake at a show, it’s all over and you’re criticized.” He sighed, drawing a a breath. “But, I love flying,” he continued. “It’s freedom, it’s joy, it’s... my passion. It’s my favourite thing in the world.” Soarin smiled softly. “I love being a Wonderbolt, it’s all I’ve ever wanted. So all the shit that comes with it is worth it. Because one of the best feelings in the world is when you’re up in the sky, performing for all these young ponies who look up to you and knowing that you inspire them. I’ll never get tired of that.”

Trenderhoof smiled. “Well said, commander. Equestria will appreciate it. Now, I’m going to ask you the three questions ponies have been most curious about.”

“Alright, ask away,” Soarin replied nonchalantly.

Trenderhoof scanned another piece of paper. “Okay. If you could do anything besides be a Wonderbolt, what would you be?”

Soarin pondered on this one, surprised it wasn’t a little more invasive. He hadn’t really ever thought about it before besides a brief moment. “Tough... maybe a... professional pie eater,” he laughed. “Okay, maybe not, uh... honest to god, I’ve never thought about it,” he mused. “I did work in the weather factory before I was part of the team, and I did enjoy it. Maybe a weather maker in Cloudsdale, I’m pretty skilled at handling lightning,” he explained, pointing to his flank. “Or I’d enroll in the AirForce full time,” he decided. “I’d like to help as much as I could. But being a Wonderbolt was my lifelong dream.”

“Wow. Alright, another question. Hmm, what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done to somepony before?”

Soarin frowned a little and raised his eyebrows. “Um... is that a question I need to answer? ‘Cause I’m sure that... like, you can find another one or~“

Trend shook his head. “Sorry, Commander. Editors were very clear, the three questions must be answered.”

“Well,” Soarin sighed, feeling incredibly unsure. “Kay. But, this is the thing I consider to be the worst thing. Some ponies may not agree,” he warned. He wasn’t sure he wanted to tell the whole world this, but here it went. “Well a few years ago, I was at a party and I... and this mare...” No, he couldn’t do this. This was his personal business, and just because he was a celebrity didn’t mean he didn’t have a right to privacy.

Soarin hardened his look and promptly got off the couch. “I’m very sorry, Trenderhoof, for however this impacts your job. But I have a right to not say things that I don’t want to say. Send me two not so sensitive questions and I’ll answer them in a letter. Have a good day.” He opened the door when a brown hoof touched his shoulder.

“Please, Commander Soarin, won’t you just~”

“No,” Soarin said sharply. “No, I will not. You should probably call in Misty Fly now.”

“Come on, just answer the questions!” Trenderhoof pleaded.

Soarin turned and glared. “No,” he snapped and breathed deeply, regaining his composure. “I don’t want to be rude, but I can’t answer. Goodbye.”

He stared out the door and back into the hall, the snarl still on his face.

“Soarin! How’d it go?” Spitfire called, reaching him. Her smile dissipated when she saw his sour expression. “Uh, are you okay?”

He rolled his eyes a little. “Yeah, whatever. I’m gonna go watch the shoot, okay?”

Her orange eyes widened in surprise at his tone. “We’ll talk about it later,” she proposed and swiftly walked away before he could object.

Soarin continued to the photoshoot room and first saw Thunderlane and Silver Zoom talking in the corner. Dragging his eyes away, he found himself looking at Rainbow Dash, who was currently in a tight, sparkly black jumpsuit, hugging every curve, her bangs curled and fluffed, as was the rest of her hair, and a little black eyeliner on her lids with some clear gloss. She was posing for the camera in a stance that looked dangerous yet seductive. He gulped. He hadn’t entertained the thought that the girls would be featured like this. Normally they sported athletic wear. It was just his luck that he still had strong feelings for the sexiest mare in Equestria.

“Move a little to the left,” Photo Finish called, pointing. “Ah perfect, perfect! So photogenic, Miss Rainbow Dash.”

Dash smirked, changing stances as the camera flashed.

So fucking sexy.
Soarin looked down, still breathing heavily, thoughts reeling back to a few minutes ago. He hated this life. Why was everypony so intrusive? Why couldn’t they just be on their way? Why did he have to be bombarded with all these rules and responsibilities and all this stress and pressure. Was it too much to just want to fly? Put on an entertaining show for his fans and just relax? Was that so damn hard to have?

“Uh, can we stop for a sec? I need to take care of something!” Dash’s raspy voice called, snapping him out of his mind rant.

“But we’re in the middle of a shoot~”

“And we’ll do some more once I take care of this.”

There was a bunch of loud sighs. “Fine,” a pony called. “Take ten everypony!”

Soarin felt a soft hoof tap on his shoulder. Despairingly, he lifted his eyes to see bright cerise. The makeup just made the colour stand out even more.

“To the closet,” she ordered, eyes narrowed.

Soarin sighed. “Rainbow, I don’t need~”

“Closet. Now,” she repeated firmly and walked away, hips swishing sexily. Oh how he would love to tear that suit right off and feel the sculpted body underneath.

He complied and solemnly made his way over, shutting the door behind them.

“What’s going on, Soarin?” she questioned seriously.

“Nothing.”

She scoffed. “Like it or not, I know you. Now, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he snarled.

Dash just huffed, stepping closer and poked him in the chest. “Don’t lie to me,” she whispered. “I don’t care if you hate me right now or forever. I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s bothering you.”

Why did he have to fall for her? Why do I have to love you?

“Stop it, Rainbow,” Soarin growled.

“No.”

“Stop.”

“No!”

“Shut up and go back out there!” he snapped.

He regretted making the shocked look that registered on her, but she brushed it off. “No,” she stated again. “I meant what I just told you.”

She was too stubborn to back down, he knew that. “If I tell you will you let me go?” he asked. In all honesty, he wanted to stay with her forever, but was too pissed and prideful to ever succumb to that right now. Especially on what terms they were on.

“Fine. Now talk,” she prodded.

“I just want some privacy,” he said. “Is it so much to ask not to be followed almost everywhere I go? Or to have these downright private ass questions spat in my face, being demanded an answer? Nopony respects my business! I don’t want to have to answer every question in a goddamn interview!” he shouted in frustration. “I just want to live my life! Why can’t I be free? Why can’t I be normal? Why can’t I be~”

He was cut off when Dash quickly wrapped an arm around his neck. “It does kind of suck,” she murmured.

This was what he needed. Oh how he had longed for her touch. “All my life, I just wanted to fly. I just want to put on shows and inspire ponies, meet my fans,” he continued quietly. “I don’t need all this pressure of trying to be perfect all the time. I do one wrong thing and...”

“You’re shamed for weeks on end, I know,” she said. “It’s awful, Soar.”

He let go of his pride a little and hesitantly leaned into her. “I want these stupid problems to go away.”

His eyes closed as she stroked his mane. “I can’t make them go away,” she muttered in his ear and took her hoof off him, looking up through lidded lashes. “But you won’t face them alone. Ever. Okay? ‘Cause you have the team. Spitfire, Fleet, Wave...” she counted off and blushed as she stared at him. “And you have me. Always. No matter what happens, okay?”

Those caring words took him back to two weeks after their ‘break up.’

He was in the mess hall by himself when she stomped in, the force of her glare keeping him quiet.

She shoved him a little. “I care about you,” she stated. “I care about you. And you can think that I don’t, Soarin, but I do. And- and... I miss you right now. I liked you! I still do! I was probably falling in...” She blinked back tears and stopped talking. “You are the only stallion to ever make me feel this way. And I hate you for it. But screw you,” she snapped, “screw you, for not believing me when I say that you are the only one I want,” she whispered, tears running down her face though her voice stayed steady. “And even though we can’t seem to work, you will always be the only one I want for the rest of my life.”

She didn’t even look at him as she stalked out.

He couldn’t reply. Only gaze in awe. How had he ever managed to get her to like him? This amazing young pegasus who just soared into his life and created a rainbow, making things bright again. Not that he wasn’t content before, he had everything. But he was never blissfully happy until he met her. And they couldn’t seem to work and his heart was breaking all over again.

He sighed. I have to get over you. “I have the team, I have my friends,” he copied.

Her brow raised. “And...?”

He shook his head, trying to loosen it up. “I know I’ve got you too, Dash. Thank you.” He couldn’t bring himself to say the words and instead just smiled at her, forgetting all the bad things.

She smiled back, a gentle, caring smile, that creased her eyes slightly. One she saved for the closest ponies in her life. “You’re welcome, Clipper.” Her eyes tore away from his. “I should get back. I’ll see ya at dinner, alright?”

He nodded and opened the door. ““You have me too.”

I will always be there for you. Even if he hated her, even if she hated him, even if it was the end of the world and there was no hope, she would have him. And deep down, he knew they truly had each other. Forever connected.

She had paused right by him before she shut the door and he sank to his knees, numbness spreading over.

takes place during S8 E17, (The End in Friend.) In the break where Starlight says to “go read and we’ll discuss the books later”, and then a bit after the episode as well.

sorry if this confuses anyone.

A week had passed since the Wonderbolts big showing in Manehattan, and Soarin still wasn’t sure how he felt. Dash had comforted him, snapped him out of his lull and anger, and he had been able to enjoy the rest of their stay in the big city.
As soon as they had all returned, he felt the tiredness seep into him. He was grabbing his uniform from his locker, and was overhearing Dash, Surprise, and High Winds all talking.

“I don’t know, Winds, she’s being so ugh, Rarity!” Dash exclaimed.

Surprise tilted her head, bouncing in place like the ball of energy she was. “Isn’t that an good thing Crash? I’d like my friends to continue being themselves cause wouldn’t that be weird if they all started acting totally different? Something weird would definitely be going~!”

High Winds pressed a hoof to Surprise’s mouth and smiled. “That’s not what she means, Slowpoke,” she chuckled.

Dash sighed, placing her goggles on her forehead. “Now I have to read her stupid Shadow Spade while she doesn’t even care about anything I like,” she grumbled.

High Winds shrugged and followed Surprise out the door. “Maybe you’ll end up liking it,” she called over her shoulder.

Dash just scoffed and shoved the black and red book in her locker. “Not likely.”

Soarin looked longingly at her, finding himself missing her stubborn streak. There was no reason he couldn’t ask what was wrong. “Friend problems?” he guessed.

She sighed and gave him a nod. “Yeah. I have to go back to Ponyville after practice for some stupid book club Starlight made us join. Supposed to bring us closer together,” she replied in a bored tone and began to walk out the door.

He scrambled after her, trying to see if he could help, just like she had helped him. He was not supposed to be doing this, he thought, but ignored his good sense in the moment. After all, even without the feelings and heartache and physical attraction, Soarin and Dash were good friends. They had been close ever since she joined the ‘Bolts, and had even sent each other the occasional letter when she was in the reserves.

“What’s going on with you guys?” he asked as they headed to the gym.

She rolled her eyes. “Well, you know how Rarity and I will sometimes take the day to do stuff together?”

He nodded.

“Basically, we tried to that while Twilight and her class were watching, something about being really different from one another. So we tried each other’s things but Rarity kept getting distracted by her dumb fashion and shopping.” She scowled and waved a hoof dramatically. “She didn’t care about Buckball or I don’t know, treasure hunting... any of the stuff I liked! It was all about her. So long story short, we’re not friends anymore. She didn’t even wanna give Daring Do a try!”

Soarin’s eyes widened. “What?!” he exclaimed. Who didn’t want to read Daring Do?

“I know! Seriously!”

He shook his disbelief away and focused. “Look, maybe give the book a chance, I know it isn’t your thing...”

“You bet your ass it’s not my thing,” she laughed.

Soarin gave her a small nudge, and gave a little cheer when a small smile lit her face from the contact. “You guys had no problem with your differences before, maybe you’ll work it out. You’ve been friends forever.”

“Yeah, well, now we’re not,” she huffed. “She can’t respect the things I like~”

A thought crossed Soarin’s mind. Dash was one of the most relentless mares in Equestria. “Rainbow, I’m not accusing you of anything, but did you give the things she liked a try?”

They entered the gym, where everypony craned their heads to look at them, already warming up. Dash looked away. “Well...”

“Crash! Clipper! Over here, now! After practice you two can do five hundred more laps for being late!” Spitfire shouted.

Soarin slouched and made his way over beside Thunderlane and Surprise, stretching out his legs.

Once they started drills and practicing the routine, he whispered in Dash’s ear, “Just... let me know how it goes, alright?”

She could only give him a quick nod, and Soarin realized from the way she froze that she was flustered from his action. He could read her like a book.

He knew he needed to stay away from her, try to keep things light. But he was slipping, and still endlessly falling. He could only grin, not caring that Spitfire was yelling at him again.

“Letter for Commander Soarin!” the mail pony called, appearing in the mess hall.

Soarin looked up and walked over to the counter where he placed his dishes before making his way over to the mail delivery stallion. He grabbed it with his mouth and nodded. “Thanks,” he muffled out.

The mail pony tipped his hat and exited the room.

Soarin flew back to his spot beside Blaze and Spitfire, reading the return address. He couldn’t stop the smile when he saw who it had come from.

From: Rainbow Dash
To: Commander Soarin Skies

Blaze read over his shoulder. “Yeah, it’s from Crash,” she confirmed, nodding to everypony at the table. It was one of the nights where the team had shoved a few tables together and had all sat as one, talking, eating, and enjoying themselves. The whole team. Except for one.

“Obviously. Only she could make Clipper smile like that,” Surprise quipped, stuffing two big carrots into her mouth and basically swallowing them whole.

Everyone just stared at her for a second, Lightning Streak raising a hoof and cocking his brow. “How did you...?”

“Don’t even question it anymore,” Misty and High Winds replied in unison, followed by a shared chuckle.

Soarin tore the envelope open with his mouth and pulled the piece of paper out, messily written in what must have been quill ink.

Soarin, Usually when she wrote letters, she called him Soar. Those days were over.

I’m staying in Ponyville for the night but I’ll be back early tomorrow for training. Obviously I’ll regret it ‘cause I’ll have to get up early, but Pinkie and AJ say to live in the moment right now, whatever that means.
You said to tell you how it went with Rare. It went good. Everything’s back to normal. Don’t get cocky though Clip, it was Twi and Starlight who mainly helped ;)
I’ll tell you all how it went in pony cause I’m a great storyteller.

P.S. When I get back to HQ, we need to talk.

— RD

“You guys need to talk?” Spitfire questioned. “What does that mean?”

Soarin shrugged. “I got no idea. Guess I’ll find out tomorrow.” He felt in his gut that it was something serious, but tried not to pay any mind and instead joined the team for a quick game of cards, which Surprise and High Winds won like they usually did.

Blaze placed a hoof on her mouth as she yawned. “Alright, I’m going to bed,” she announced sleepily and exited the room.

Soarin couldn’t help but notice Fleetfoot’s pale purple gaze follow her out as she stood up. “Me too. G’night,” she also mumbled, flying out.

“They’re totally doing it,” Misty said while smirking.

They all stood up while Soarin put the cards away, walking out towards the bedrooms. “Looks like you missed your chance, Streak,” Soarin said, jabbing his friend lightly.

Lightning only shrugged. “I got over her. Besides,” he added with a smirk, “mare on mare? Fucking hot. Really hot.”

“Agreed,” Rapid and Thunder both replied.

“All you guys think about is sex,” Spitfire complained. Soarin thought she was very right, and he was no exception.

Rapidfire laughed. “Oh please, like you and Wave haven’t had sex yet.”

Wave Chill let out a rather feminine squeak at the declaration and turned a shade of red that ended up looking purple against his dark blue cheeks.

Spitfire handled it more calmly and just glared at everyone. “Mind your own business,” she coughed, rolling her eyes. “Or I can make training tomorrow twice or thrice as long.”

“Aw, Spitty, you’re no fun!” Soarin whined playfully and headed with the guys to brush their teeth.

After that was done, the ‘Bolts all retired for the night, yawning and bidding each other goodnight, all of them gently (and not so gently) snoring away.

Soarin stayed awake though, going over every possible thing Dash could want to talk to him about.

“Morning everypony!” He knew that voice. He loved that voice. Soarin turned and along with a few others, started groaning.

“Five more minutes,” he whined to no one in particular.

“If I have to get up early then you should all have to suffer with me,” Dash retorted teasingly. “I’ll wait outside in the arena.”

“She actually got here on time,” Misty Fly mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

“It’s a first,” Spitfire chuckled, standing up. “But she’s right. Come on you guys, up and at ‘em!”

“You’re gonna kill us one day, Captain,” Wave told her, nudging Spitfire a little.

Soarin saw her smile affectionately at him. “Just doing my job.”

The locker room and bathrooms were busy and bustling, each member coming in and out, quick brushing of the mane, strapping goggles on, getting suited up, and of course, endless talking and teasing.

“Say, Windy, how ‘bout you and I~” Lightning started.

“No thank you,” High Winds replied calmly, pushing him out of the way.

Soarin just laughed as Lightning moved on to Misty Fly. “Aight, Misty, you and me, tonight, Canterlot~”

Misty Fly pressed her wingtip to Lightning’s mouth. “I dated your brother.”

“You’re right, that’d be weird,” Lightning agreed, trying not to laugh. Everypony knew he was just joking around when he did this, however, he didn’t stop right there and flew over to Soarin. “Commander, have I ever told you what... uh, handsome green eyes you have?” He winked, a weird smile on his light blue muzzle.

Everyone in the locker room just turned and stared, even Spitfire. Soarin just blinked. “Have you thought I was a mare for the past ten years, Light?”

The team just laughed.

“I have no luck with mares these days, so maybe I should change to stallions, you catch my drift man?” Lightning asked.

Soarin rolled his eyes playfully and made his way to the door. “Stop hitting on the mares here and find all the ones who don’t know what a jackass you are!” he called teasingly.

Lightning just pouted as the everypony laughed again.

Soarin flew to the arena, and saw Dash warming up, in the position resembling a downward dog. And fortunately for him, he had a front row seat of her round, toned butt.

“Crash, what’d you wanna talk to me about?” he asked, landing beside her and began to stretch as well.
She began rolling her neck. “Um... it’s probably best if we talk after practice, Clipper,” she answered distantly.

Soarin stopped and hesitantly placed a hoof on her back. “You sure? You know you can tell me anything, right? If you’re upset...”

“Everything’s fine, Soarin.” She shook off his hoof and turned to face him. Her magenta eyes held a faint glisten and sorrowful look. He always hated it when she was sad, hated it more than words could express. He knew better than to bring it up right now though, one thing Dash always had on some level, was her pride.

He sighed and nodded, noticing everyone else coming out. “‘Kay, after practice then.”

“Alright, Wonderbolts, a thousand laps, now!” Spitfire blew her whistle, and they all filed into the air.

Once Soarin had showered and eaten some breakfast, he made his way over to his bed and sat on it, deciding to wait for Dash while reading Daring Do and The Griffin’s Goblet, one of his favourite books in the series.

Quiet hoof steps entered, and only because of his excellent hearing was Soarin able to detect it. “Took a while, spending time on your mane?” he joked, smiling widely.

Her hair was still damp from the shower and she smelled fresh and clean, still mixed with rainbows and vanilla. Dash smiled and shook her head. “Rarity would be disappointed if that were true.”

They both laughed a little. Things were going back to normal... kind of. Their little jokes and banter still as flowy as ever. Maybe they had a chance, he thought.

“Let’s go find a cloud,” she proposed, walking back out, not even waiting for him to agree. He knew she knew he would follow. He’d follow her to the ends of Equestria if he had to, no pauses, no questions asked.

After they both got settled on a cloud not too far from Headquarters, Dash turned to face him with another regretful look, matching the one she wore before.

“Should I be worried?” Soarin questioned, looking at the mare intently.

She sighed, poking the fluffy cloud with her hoof. “Um, look, I have no idea how to say this,” she began.

“Yeah, I should be worried,” he thought out loud.

“Soarin... I can’t... I... ugh, stupid stupid,” she muttered, air escaping her nose. “I can’t do this anymore.”

He blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. And tilted his head. “Huh? Do what?”

She waved a hoof in the air. “This! You and me!”

Confused, he scrunched his face up. “Rainbow, we ended whatever we had. I ended whatever we had.” Had she forgotten or something?

She nodded rather excessively. “I know! And then we ignored each other, kept it professional. And then I come to you in Manehattan ‘cause Celestia knows I hate seeing you so upset,” she exclaimed. “And I... what did I do? I hugged you, I gave you some speech about being there and~”

Soarin rolled his eyes. “This again? How many times do I have to tell you that you’re amazing, feelings or not?”

A frustrated tear rolled down one eye. “Let me finish! I gave you that speech because I cared about you. I still do. More then I should, more than I want to, and I hate it. I hate feeling this way. You ended whatever we had and what? We can’t even do that for very long without showing some sort of care. I hate being jealous of other mares at meet and greets, I hate thinking about you non-stop... I hate... I hate...” she stopped herself.

“You hate what?” Soarin snapped. Everything she said was right, but he didn’t expect it to feel like such a punch to the gut.

“I hate loving you!”

His jaw dropped.

“So, whatever this, whatever this half friendship, flirting thing where we exchange glances and be teammates but not really teammates because we still aren’t maintaining a proper distance that we should. It’s over, Soarin. Whatever the fuck we had, all of that, all that we started to have again, it’s over. Because like before, we have no idea what the hell we want, we’re busy, all of that crap. I can’t take us acting like this and not being able to be with you properly.” No tears fell from her eyes, and she just stared stoically at him. “Okay? Look, if you every truly need me, I’m here. Seriously, I am. Element of Loyalty, ya know? But... please, let’s just... try to move on,” she whispered.

He cast his gaze at the blue sky. These were things he already knew, yet he felt he was breaking inside anyways. He wanted to yell and scream and cry. She had just told him she loved him, and they weren’t even together. She just said she basically wanted nothing to do with him, that they should just be co-workers, stuff he had said before but had never really sunk into him. He had tried many failed attempts to tell her this again. But she had always been the strong one, the brave one. It was only a matter of time.

“You’re right,” he said after a long time, anger diminishing. “We can’t be together, there was always something in the way, even though we’re both Wonderbolts...”

She sighed again. “Yeah. I-I’m sorry.”

He managed a soft smile. “Don’t be, Dash. You’re right. This is our life.”

“So, Commander.” She raised a hoof and offered a half-smile, almost shy. “Teammates?”

He placed his hoof against hers. “Teammates.”

They stayed like that for a couple minutes, before Soarin reluctantly pulled away and coughed. “I have some work to do back at HQ, so I’m going to get going. I’ll see you in the mess hall.”

She nodded. “I’m just gonna stay here for awhile.”

“Alright.” After one last gaze at the girl he loved, Soarin soared away.

Calm, friendly, polite and professional. Co-workers. Teammates. He could do this. He wasn’t sure how, but he would.

takes place during S8 E19, (Road to Friendship.)

i’m sorry if it seems a little rushed.

“Soarin! Spitfire! What do you think of~”

“Commander, over here! Are you with anypony right now?”

“When do you expect~”

The loud pegasus paparazzi kept throwing questions at the ‘Bolts as they flew back towards the Crystal Empire castle. Ponies from all over had come to watch the famous team perform in the splendour that was the empire, as it wasn’t that often they performed here. They had actually come for a belated birthday show to Princess Flurry Heart, who had just turned two years old. Dash had asked Twilight to ask Cadence and Shining Armour if they could stay in the castle, and of course, the couple said yes.

The team picked up their pace as various snapshots were taken, but they didn’t fly as fast as they possibly could— not wanting to seem rude.

Finally, the tower came into view and the princess was waving to them on the balcony, motioning them to come that way. Soarin touched down right after Fleetfoot and lifted his goggles up.

“We’re sorry,” Cadence told them apologetically. “Flurry started fussing so we rushed back here early. Otherwise we would have had you come with us.” She smiled warmly.

Spitfire waved a hoof. “Don’t worry about it, Princess. It’s kind enough of you two to let us stay here.”

The Wonderbolts nodded in agreement.

“Still,” a male’s voice called, “We feel bad. Cadence and I would love to have you join us for dinner.” The male had a longer blue mane, and a white coat and a very handsome smile. Most ponies knew him as Princess Twilight’s brother, Princess Cadence’s husband, Princess Flurry Heart’s father, and former Captain of The Royal Guard of Canterlot, Shining Armour.

All the ‘Bolts looked towards Spitfire, who smiled and shrugged. “If you’ll have us, then we’d be honoured,” she answered.

Soarin knew Spitfire was kind and polite, but it was still weird to see her like this, all calm and smiley instead of worked up, anxious, or laughing and teasing incessantly.

“Wonderful. Rainbow Dash, do you mind showing them the wing where you and your friends stay when you visit?” Cadence asked. “I’d do it, but Flurry needs to be changed and that can be two-pony job.”

“Sure!” Dash replied, smiling and tossed her head back. “Follow the leader, everypony!” she commanded jokingly, leading them down the hall.

“Last time I checked Crash, I was the leader,” Spitfire called, following the rainbow mare down a hallway.

“Not of this you aren’t,” Dash responded cheekily and slowed down when they passed a non crystal orange guard with a blue mane and blue eyes. “Hey,” Dash said, eyeing the guard up and down. “Are you Flash Sentry? The guard who kept bumping into Twilight?”

Soarin watched as the guard maintained a straight face and cleared his throat. “Yes, the princess and I had a few chance meetings, Miss Rainbow Dash,” Flash confirmed.

“Huh, alright.” Dash shrugged and kept flying down the hall and opened a door, which led to another smaller high way, lined with about sixteen dark blue doors. “Each room has it’s own bathroom and bed space,” Dash told them and landed in front of the fourth door on the left.

Spitfire nodded. “Alright guys, let’s go shower. We don’t need to smell like sweat in front of royalty. That would be embarrassing.”

“You do know they’re just ponies too, right?” Dash raised a hoof.

“Yeah.” Fleetfoot nodded, light purple eyes wide.

Their captain just shrugged. “Still, I’m not best friends with their family.” She looked at Dash with a smile. “Now come on.” And with that, she disappeared into the room.

“Soarin! Come on, we’re going to be late!” Fleetfoot yelled, knocking on his door.

Soarin rubbed his eyes, just awakening from a supremely good nap and leisurely made his towards the door and opened it, greeted with an anxious yet excited Fleetfoot.

“Come on, Clipper, I’m starving.”

“Okay, okay,” he grumbled and moved beside her, just catching Rainbow Dash, Surprise, and Misty Fly talking as they flew towards the dining room. He couldn’t help but watch her with longing eyes as she faded from view and let out a quiet sigh.

Unfortunately, his turquoise friend noticed and instead looked at him with sympathetic eyes. “Wow... you really love her, don’t you?”

Soarin started to fly side by side with her, and just shrugged, not into denying it anymore. She was one of his best friends, and his thing for Dash was all too obvious anyways. “Yeah, I do.”

“You guys were so close for a long time, what happened?” The tone in Fleetfoot’s voice showed she was genuinely curious, and wasn’t about to make fun of Soarin.

“We were close,” he admitted. “So close... that we had a friends with benefits thing.”

Fleet’s jaw dropped as they flew into the dining hall, all their friends in conversation. “Tell me later,” she murmured.

He nodded as he took a chair in between Thunderlane and Rapid, smiling at Princess Cadence. “Thank you for dinner, Princess.”

“Oh, it’s our pleasure,” Cadence responded sweetly. “We’re such big fans of yours and we can’t say no to any of Twilight’s friends.”

“Twily wouldn’t stand for it at all,” Shining Armour chuckled. “Come on, Flurry sweetie, take a bite.”

“No!” the little princess wailed and slapped it away, causing broccoli to splatter all over her dad’s face.

Cadence hid a smile and used her magic to grab a napkin and wipe Shining Armour’s face with it. “I guess we should give up on the pursuit of broccoli, honey.”

The white stallion deflated. “But it was my favourite as a colt! How could my own daughter not share the same taste in vegetables as me?”

The ‘Bolts all chuckled a little. “Well, nopony really likes broccoli when they’re young, sir,” Wave Chill pointed out.

“Exactly, maybe she’ll like it later. I’ll ask the chef to make some soup or something,” Cadence said, getting up from the table.

The main course arrived five minutes later, and contained more broccoli, some carrots, a parmesan chicken, and some scalloped and boiled potatoes, freshly picked from the gardens.

Soarin licked his lips and took a bite, trying not to slurp or make any other rude gestures.

“This is great. We should really have more shows here,” Lightning commented, taking another bite of his chicken.

Surprise nodded enthusiastically. “Totally!” She took a huge bite and swallowed the rest of her potatoes.

“Slowpoke, are you sure you wanna be doing that when we’re in Princess Cadence’s company?” High Winds pointed out, trying not to smile.

Soarin chewed thoughtfully. “Yeah, I mean, we don’t want them to think we’re total slobs.”

All eyes turned to him, but Soarin only saw the magenta that still managed to pierce his soul.

“Um, Clipper, have you seen yourself eat a pie?” Blaze questioned seriously, hiding a grin.

Dash and Spitfire both snickered while the other ‘Bolts let out loud laughs.

Soarin just rolled his eyes. “Not like all of you have the best table manners,” he pointed out. “Surprise eats at lightning speed, Fleetfoot always talks with her mouth full, you two,” he pointed to Lightning and Winds, “always have your elbows on the table, and Rainbow Dash, Misty Fly and Thunderlane basically never use a napkin.”

Satisfied at their embarrassed looks, Soarin promptly went back to his meal, and everypony else followed suit.

Two hours later, the team had turned in for the night, tired by today’s practice and performance, but something had kept Soarin up. Usually he fell asleep pretty easily, but ever since the ‘break up’ with him and Rainbow had happened, he had a harder time drifting off. Knowing that she was, or at least had been in love with him made his heartstrings tug. How could the pony who complimented him so well possibly not be the one meant for him? He remembered her own insecurities about starting a relationship when she had told him she had had one relationship, in school, and they had broken up because apparently she was too busy, too focused on trying to be a Wonderbolt.
For Dash and Soarin, it was simply a matter of finding enough time for one another, because even when they had had a thing, they had both been wanting more time together then they already had. But their jobs and other things had kept that from happening.

“I just... I liked the guy, believe it or not. And now I really like you. But I don’t know how to be a marefriend, Soar, or how to be a good one. So... I want to, to be with you but also... I don’t.”

He took her words in, nodding slowly. “So you don’t know what you want.”

“I like what we have,” she sighed. “And we don’t spend as much time together as we would like, we’re busy a lot. You have such a high rank in this job, and I’m not holding that against you, I’m proud, and I’m with my friends a lot, or we’re training or I’m helping with the weather when I can or, or~”

“Saving the world.”

She smirked. “Yeah, saving the world and all your sorry flanks,” she chuckled and glanced up at him. “So we’re okay? For things to stay the way they are?”

Not really. But Soarin knew he couldn’t say that. What if this was the best they could ever do? Forced to put up a front of being friends with casual hangouts, only to pounce on one another as soon as they were out of sight from everypony.

So he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, daring her to back up against the wall. “We are more than okay,” he whispered, lifting her body up.

Dash kissed him back, and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Good.”

While he had dated before during his career, his hesitation towards dating Dash at first had come from his heart. She deserved the best, and if he couldn’t give that to her, then they shouldn’t be together was his thought process. Although that had changed when he wanted to give it a try, and that ended up not working out either.
Tossing the blankets off his body, Soarin flew out of bed and opened his door, walking to the very end of the hallway and opening another huge set of doors, which led to a balcony, encased with a golden rail. He landed quietly and went to the very edge, looking out. The empire was gorgeous at night. Luna’s bright moon, the twinkling stars in the midnight blue sky, and the faint shine of the homes below. He smiled at the peacefulness. He had only been to the Crystal Empire a number of times, but it’s beauty still struck him every time. He could only think of one thing, well, pony, that was more beautiful then the sight before him.

“Soarin?”

Her. She was the most beautiful thing in Equestria. “Yeah?” he asked absentmindedly.

Dash came closer. “Seems we both had the same idea, huh?”

“I guess.” Calm, polite, professional, he listed. Just teammates.

She walked up beside him while still maintaining a respectable amount of distance between them. Placing a hoof on the rail, she spoke, “Good job on the show today.”

“Thanks. You too.” He smiled a little. “Your rainboom was flawless.”

“Heh, yeah, I...” She cleared her throat and coughed awkwardly. “I mean, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied, trying not to look at her. He was succeeding so far.

She stayed silent, and together they stared out at the city.

“It’s so beautiful tonight,” he murmured.

At that, he felt her gaze on him, and he not so reluctantly did the same. The look she was giving him took him by surprise— she had not looked at him in that way for a while, and now she was doing it right in front of him. That piercing, soulful gaze. Sparkling pink eyes that held a gentle longing and affectionate look. The look she used to give him before, when it was just the two of them in bed, lying and facing one another, not a care in the world.

“Dash,” Soarin said, trying not to blush.

She inched her way closer. “Yeah?”

They were so close, he could feel the heat radiating off of her. His mouth went dry at her sweet scent. “I... We’re teammates...”

They were officially the worst teammates ever. Neither one of them could keep their distance for longer then a week. Pathetic, really. Why’d they even try to be?

“I know,” she whispered. “We’re kind of awful at it though, aren’t we?”

He nodded. One hundred percent.

She moved in, asking if it was alright with her eyes. He didn’t say no, didn’t want to say no, and she brushed her hot lips against his in a sweet kiss, filled with tenderness. Accepting it, Soarin kissed her again, still softly, but with a bit more pressure, telling her with actions that he still cared, that underneath all this hurt and longing, he still wanted her. As soon as this kiss was over, things would return to how they should be. He was going to get control of himself. That was a promise. Calm, polite, professional, his mind echoed. Teammates.

And then he had to pull away, because they were just teammates now, and teammates did not kiss on balconies and share longing stares with each other.

Soarin shook his head. “Rainbow, no, I mean, not anymore... Teammates, remember?” he whispered urgently. She need to leave, leave right now before he surrendered, but he would not take advantage of her wishes, no matter how much he wanted to. Their conversation the other day had been pure facts.

Her white teeth bit her lip and she nodded slowly, backing away, although all he wanted was her body pressed against his. Her blue cheeks went pink and she nodded, almost horrified at what she had done. “Right, uh, sorry,” she murmured. “Teammates from now on. Let’s forget this ever happened.”

I don’t want to forget. “Forgotten.” He gave her a friendly smile.

“Thanks, you’re the~” She stopped short and offered a tiny smile. “Goodnight, Soarin. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Rainbow Dash.”

As he headed back to his room, the balcony only another reminder of her, Soarin felt a wave of frustration and a breaking heart. He wanted to be with her more than anything. But he knew he couldn’t keep thinking like that, that he needed to get over her because he had finally figured out what he wanted and she had not. Because he couldn’t pine over a girl when they were never even officially a couple. Because if he did, he would never be alright again.

Fleetfoot was at the door to his room. “I saw what happened on the balcony... just cause I came to talk to you and you guys were already out there,” she clarified. “You alright?” she asked, concern lacing her voice.

Not having the energy to talk, Soarin nodded solemnly. “I’m fine.”

I will be fine, he promised himself.

“Left! Right!” Spitfire shouted through the megaphone.

The team followed her leads perfectly, creating a zig zag of lightning through the air, before all of them bolted down diagonally towards the ground, and shooting sideways right before they touched land.

“Alright, Crash, go!” Spit called, watching her teammate.

Soarin, Blaze, Silver Zoom, and Rapidfire stopped midair, hovering gracefully as Rainbow Dash shot down from high above and broke the sound barrier, creating a magnificent, rippling circle of bright, pure rainbow and a loud boom.

He would never get tired of it.

She landed gracefully, sweat dripping from her brow, a delighted smile on her face as Spitfire and Lightning Streak both complimented her.

“Good enough job today everybody,” Spitfire said jokingly. “Alright, let’s head to the gym for some cool down exercises.”

They all followed by walking, their wings tired from the flying. Soarin saw both Fleetfoot and Spitfire catch up to Dash, both talking enthusiastically with her, while Dash laughed, still energetic after all the practicing.

He wanted to compliment her, but he couldn’t. That wasn’t his place anymore. He was doomed to watch her from afar, that powerful body taking leaping strides, soaring expertly threw the air, the flash of smoke or rainbow that followed her everywhere she went.

Oh how he longed for the days where they would be bantering after a practice, flirting over meals, taking nightly flights around the base, where they would look at each other after a long day, passion and exhaustion in both their eyes, and she would reach for him...

Get it in your head, Clipper, those days are over, he told himself.

“Clipper, Crash, Thunder, Flatfoot,” Spitfire said, walking into the room.

Soarin walked over to the three playing cards, looking at his fiery friend.

“Yeah, Cap?” Thunderlane asked, turning to face her.

Spitfire took a seat beside Dash. “Deal me in,” she nodded to Fleetfoot, who began dealing out some more cards. “There’s a kind of party some of us are supposed to attend, just cause Princess Celestia’s touring Equestria right now, and she’s in Manehattan.” Spitfire frowned as she looked over her cards. “Anyways, I can’t go. Some army guys are coming here, and as usual, I have to meet them, do paperwork, plan out our next tour... so I was wondering if you four would go. Soarin, you’d be in my place.”

Soarin bit his lip. “Uh, you sure you don’t need help? Maybe Rapidfire could go instead?” Truthfully, he found it too hard to be around a certain mare these days. Anytime they were in the same room, it was hard to focus, hard to breathe.

“No, it needs to be you.”

He frowned. “You sure?”

Spitfire rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m sure. You’re all going tonight, no excuses,” she stated.

“Hey, Twilight and Rarity are gonna be there as well. You mind if I just go with them?” Dash asked, not looking up from her cards.

“Uh, yeah, why not. Fleetfoot, meet Dash and her friends at the train station around six thirty. And by the way... it’s a formal thing. So make sure you’re wearing something... appropriate.”

Dash groaned. “Ugh... yeah okay. Alright, Thunder, you have any... fives?”

“Go fish,” Thunder smiled as Dash pouted and picked up another two cards.

“Princess Celestia, Princess Luna,” Soarin murmured while bowing. “It’s an honour to be here tonight.”

He looked around at the fancily decorated park. Strung lights, elegant tables, fabulously presented food, and fashionable ponies all around, all either friends of or celebrities themselves.

Fleetfoot and Thunderlane followed after Soarin bowed, smiling before they were grabbed by two ponies to take some photos.
Walking away from the princesses who were now greeting other ponies, Soarin flew over to where Fleetfoot and Thunderlane were standing. “Hey, Fleet, have you~”

“Can you take a photo with us?!” a young couple asked excitedly, smiling widely at him.

Putting on a smile, he nodded. “Of course.”

Walking away after a couple pictures, Soarin headed towards Fleetfoot who was currently drinking some punch. “Fleet, where’s Crash?” He grabbed a plate and scooped some chicken and coleslaw onto it, feeling hungry and nervous. Where was she? Had she forgotten? Was she injured or sick?

“Sent a letter. Apparently Rarity was having some trouble finding somepony to run the shop, they should be here in fifteen minutes,” she replied casually. “Oh, crap,” she muttered looking down. “I just bought this!”

Soarin followed her gaze to see what she was cursing at, and found a bright purple streak along the front of her dark blue dress. “Rarity might have something,” Soarin offered, not exactly sure how to approach the situation.

“Hopefully. I’m gonna go hide in the bathroom till they come,” she told him, flying off.

Soarin just chuckled and began to eat, mingling with fans and signing autographs for young, excited children. This was one part he loved— meeting the young fillies and colts, innocent and full of hope, telling him they wanted to be a Wonderbolt. It was especially touching when a unicorn or earth pony told him this, even though it didn’t happen a lot.

A loud clearing of several throats caught everyone’s attention, and Soarin turned o see three mares in the centre, one purple, one white, and one blue.

“May I present Princess Twilight Sparkle, Miss Rarity, and the Wonderbolt, Rainbow Dash!”

Ponies all around stomped their hooves at the beloved princess, trendy, beautiful designer, and the fan-favourite Wonderbolt.
Upon Twilight’s head was a golden crown with a pink point at each tip and her body was covered with a simple white gown, while Rarity had on a shiny diamond barrette at the end of her royal purple mane that was tied in braid, and a glittery blue dress that matched her eyes. Soarin held his breath as his eyes shifted to Rainbow, and once again, his mind went blank, staring at the beauty.

Dash’s dress started out a shimmering, gauzy white, which slowly blended into a deep magenta colour at the ends. The dress was paired with some white lace up slippers, a white band across the top of head and left dangling to the side in a neat yet messy fashion, and two tiny golden hoops in her ears. And that lovely hair had it’s green, blue, and purple parts curled.

He was breathless at this very moment. She was gorgeous, stunning, no girl could compare... he wouldn’t be surprised if a pony came up to him and told him he had hearts in his eyes, or that his jaw was on the ground, never able to be attached to his mouth again.

Dash broke off from her friends and walked over to him, offering a gentle smile. “Hey, sorry I was late. Rarity had some major freak out, heh.” She chuckled, eyes darting around nervously.

Soarin cleared his throat, begging some words to come out of his mouth. “Uh, yeah. It’s no problem.”

“Okay, good,” she replied, a smile still on her beautiful face. “Didn’t want you to think I forgot or something...”

Soarin blushed as his mind raced. “Rarity make your dress?” he asked.

“Good guess,” she said, raising her eyebrows. Her eyes shifted to where her friends, only to see Rarity to none other than the charming business stallion, Fancy Pants himself, while Twilight awkwardly talked to some fans. “I’m, uh, gonna go keep Twilight company. I’ll see you later?”

“Do hold us up too long, this party is awfully boring,” he muttered.

Dash grinned and mock saluted. “Yes Commander.” She flew away at that, but her words left a ringing in his ears.

“Yes Commander,” she whispered seductively in his ear.

Soarin stayed put for awhile, content to just have a look around at his surroundings. The young fillies and colts had left by now, and only the occasional celeb came up to him to ask for his photograph or signature. Fleetfoot and Thunderlane both left, due to feeling sick after drinking the punch, and had found the nearest hotel in the city to sleep at.

He had been watching Dash interact with everypony, making ponies laugh and previously showing some of the young pegasi a couple simpler flying tricks. She was smiling most of the time, and at one point had a bit of a disagreement with Rarity for what he could see. Probably over the dress. But he was fine staying where he was, happy to watch her from a distance.

“Excuse me?” a female’s voice asked.

Soarin blinked and turned around, being greeted with a pale pink unicorn who had a curled white mane with pink streaks, and a white dress, eerily similar to Twilight’s. “Oh, uh, hi,” Soarin said awkwardly. “Sorry, am I in your way?”

She tilted her head and giggled, and he inwardly hoped she wouldn’t start hitting on him. “No, actually, it’s just... my friend, she’s a friend of Countess Coloratura’s... she’s really into the Wonderbolts. She was too nervous to come and get your autograph herself,” she replied and held up a photo of him posing and a pen to write with.

Soarin smiled. “Oh, cool, of course!” He took the pen and messily scrawled his name in the corner. “You guys are totally welcome for a photo,” he continued, passing the picture back. “I don’t mind, really.”

Her light green eyes twinkled. “Sure! You know, for Copper, I’m not really into having my picture taken.”
Unlike somepony I know, he thought while chuckling, scanning the area for Dash. She was smiling with a guy in a suit, who excitedly pranced off once Photo Finish was done.

“What?”

He blinked, snapping out of his daze. “Oh, nothing. Let’s take that picture.” He grinned, and the unicorn lead him over to an anxious looking yellow pegasus with blue hair, reminding him a little of Misty Fly.

“Hey, you’re Copper?” he asked, sticking out a hoof. “I’m~”

“Soarin!” she blurted out and shakily grasped his hoof.

Being used to this, and for some reason, finding her nervousness and her friend sweet, he smiled. “You wanna take a photo? I’m happy to.”

Copper moved her eyes towards her friend. “Midnight, did you make him do this with me?”

Midnight rolled her eyes and smiled. “He offered. Go on, take it, I’ll stand here,” she said, stepping away.

Copper grinned. “Okay! Let’s go!”

Soarin chuckled, and the two made their way through the crowd and in front of the backdrop. “Quite the popular one tonight, huh Crash?” Soarin asked the prismatic pegasus who looked like she as getting worn out.

“Oh my gosh! Rainbow Dash!” Copper squealed.

Dash craned her neck towards Soarin’s companion. “Hey! You’re one of Coloratura’s friends, right? Applejack told me about you.”

Celestia, the mare really knew everypony, didn’t she? Copper lit up. “Yeah! AJ, she’s pretty cool. I met her when she came to visit Coloratura for a concert in Canterlot.”

Dash smiled and inched her way closer. “You came for a picture with Clipper, eh? I’ll get out of your way.” She opened her beautifully manicured wings to go, but Copper stopped her with a clumsy “Wait!”

Dash turned.

“Um... would you mind... uh, since you’re here, you know... being in the photo as well?”

Soarin watched Dash’s expression. For a split second, it dropped, and he knew it was because she was tired. He felt the need to take care of her and stroke her mane, even though she was capable of handling herself just fine. But then the tiredness was gone and a friendly look took it’s place. “Of course.”

The three walked to the backdrop, Copper in the middle with Soarin on her left and Dash on her right.

“And smile!” Photo Finish called.

Soarin put on his best magazine smirk and waited while it flashed a couple times. Another pony handed the picture to Copper, and he and Dash looked over her shoulder. The yellow pegasus had a shaky yet thrilled look while Dash sported a rather sweet smile and Soarin had on a soft and kind smirk— a look only he could pull off without seeming cocky and arrogant.

“Thank you so much!” Copper exclaimed.

“No prob,” Dash replied, waving a hoof. “Tell Rara me and AJ said hi.”

Copper nodded excessively. “Totally! So I guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow for your derby in Canterlot? I got VIP tickets,” she told them.

“Well then we’ll see you.” Soarin smiled. “I’ll walk you back to your friend.” He turned to Dash. “Hey, we’ll get going after this.”

“Thank god... I’m so tired. I’ll wait for you here, if you wanna go together?”

Spending time with her probably wasn’t the best thing, but he found himself saying ‘yes’ anyways.

“So, your name is Midnight?” he asked the unicorn, now back with her while Copper went to bow to Princess Luna.

She smiled. “Midnight Star, actually.” She looked down and stared at a hoof. “I know, I look nothing like a. ‘Midnight’,” she chuckled and looked at him with green eyes. He liked those eyes, he decided, they were calming.

“Well, would you take me for a~”

“Soarin?” She smirked and ran her eyes over him. “Probably not my first guess.”

“What would you take me for, then?”

Her teeth bit her her bottom lip and she tilted her head, tapping her chin like she was actually considering it. “Hmm... maybe Ice Cube. You’re kinda coloured like one,” she pointed out.

Soarin rolled his eyes but found himself laughing a little. “Okay, well you are totally a Pastel,” he chose.

They grinned at one another, and Soarin felt a nice feeling wash over him. Turning around, he saw Dash yawning quietly, blinking rapidly. He really needed to get on the train with her, but found himself not quite wanting to end the conversation with Midnight.

“So, Midnight, you going to the show tomorrow?”

“What show?”

“The derby in Canterlot,” he answered. “They’re pretty popular.”

Her hoof touched his chest. “Of course I know what you’re talking about. Copper won’t shut up about it.”

He gazed down at her hoof and smiled as she shyly pulled it away. “So..?” he mused at his unanswered question.

“Oh, yeah, I’m going.”

He nodded. “Maybe I’ll see you there, then.”

“Maybe.”

Deciding she was sweet and cute, just like most of the other mares he had dated, he went for it. “So maybe after that... we could hang out? If you’re interested.” He didn’t mind if she shot him down, although it would suck a little.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she murmured. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Soarin.”

“See you,” he said and walked off, making his way towards Dash. “Ready to go, Crash?”

She lifted her lids and peered up. She looked so innocent with her bright large eyes that he almost melted on the spot. These were the only eyes that ever lit a fire in the pit of his stomach.

“So, who was that mare you were talking to?” Dash asked as they sat down on the chairs in the train.

“Oh, that’s Midnight Star. She was friends with Copper.”

Dash shrugged, looking away. “Huh.”

“Yeah, she was pretty nice,” he commented. “They’re coming to the derby tomorrow.”

Dash sighed and rolled her shoulders. Slowly, she reached down and unlaced her shoes kicking them off. “I could feel every single thing under my hooves in those,” she muttered and swiftly unhinged a clip at the back of her dress, letting it fall to her hooves, where she gracefully stepped out of it.

Soarin blushed. She was stripping right in front of him. Sure, it was totally normal for ponies to be naked, but something about being alone in a quiet room, where she tore the clothing off in a rather careful matter, made it all the more... intimate.

“That dress was really uncomfortable,” she remarked and sent him a faint smile. “For such a boring party.”

He laughed, running a hoof through his gelled mane and loosened his tie. “Remember the time when we...?”

Dash stifled a giggle. “That was so great! When the cupcakes exploded in his face!”

Soarin laughed, remembering the time in Canterlot when they had been attending a party held by Fancy Pants, and a particularly stuck up stallion had insulted Rarity behind her back, Soarin had suggested to Dash setting a tiny explosive in the mini cakes which left him humiliated.
“And he sputtered and glared around the rooms, hoof pointing to each and every one of us,” he told in a daunting voice.

“Which one of you ruffians dare do this?” Dash said in a deep voice, trying to imitate the older stallion.

“I’ll inform the princesses! I swear on it!” Soarin mocked.

They quieted down and stared at each other, slow smiles forming on their muzzles as they bursted into subtle laughter.

“We totally made those parties more entertaining,” she recalled whilst yawning.

“We were the life of it,” he agreed. “Especially you.”

Dash shrugged and winked. “You bet. Now, I’m gonna go to bed, don’t wanna be too tired to beat your ass at the derby tomorrow.”

Soarin scoffed, even though it was true. She was faster than him. “In your dreams,” he retorted.

She peeked her head back in. “And reality,” she added and quickly disappeared.

“Are we actually doing this?” Dash snickered, spying through the window.

Soarin nudged her. “Nopony insults your friend and gets away with it, right?”

“Absolutely,” she confirmed, a confident look returning.

Soarin watched as the guy went to reach for a cupcake, and was instead hit by a showering of pink, purple and yellow frosting, ruining his assumingely expensive suit. He started yelling, even though they couldn’t hear the words, though Rarity would tell them later.

Soarin covered his partner in crime’s lips with a hoof and buried his face into her rainbow scented mane to keep himself from laughing. She smelled so good in that moment...

Teammates did not masturbate to each other.

But at this moment, Soarin didn’t care as he tore the tie and suit off his muscled body, sitting on his bed in his room on the train and stroking his member. Memories of tonight drifted back to him as he let his eyes shut. Dash making a subtle yet grand entrance with her friends, the dress she wore all flowy yet hugging her hips, the way her delicate neck had been exposed to the air, and those cute ears decorated with golden hoops. No matter what she wore, something about her screamed ‘sex appeal’ in a manner that drove him insane...

And then she had taken it off in a way that made his mouth dry, and he let himself imagine that she had undressed for him, had wanted him to take her and pound into her hot, tight pussy, hind legs wrapping around him.

Soarin groaned at the thought, jerking his hips up and sliding his hoof up and down his cock a little faster. Soarin didn’t self pleasure a lot, and he found himself wanting to make this worth his time and effort.

Images of him and Dash soared through his mind, and two words from earlier tonight came back to him— “Yes Commander.”

But instead of a soldier’s voice, it was her breathy sighs as he rubbed his hoof against her snatch, feeling the warm wet folds as he languidly explored her mouth with his own, thriving when their tongues brushed each other, engaged in a deep yet calm war. Taking their time.

“Oh, Dashie,” he whispered to himself, lying full back on the bed, still tentatively stroking his cock as more images flooded his mind.

He remembered yesterday at practice, when Dash had slowed after her sonic rainboom, and her lean body had touched the ground, the taut fabric outlining the wonders that were her muscled legs and butt, and then he was back to their last sexual encounter. It was quick. In her home, her forehooves digging into her comforter while Soarin had pressed his stomach against her back and pumped in and out of her from behind, her perfectly shaped ass jiggling just the right amount as her tight walls clenched around his cock at the right time, making the experience all the more pleasurable as she had panted and ground out the words, “Please, Soarin,” she moaned. “Harder.”
He had obeyed that request, thrusting in and out, his balls slapping against her clitoris as her whines increased, until they had turned into shuddering gasps as her orgasm hit her. “Oh! Oh my gosh... oh, Soar,” she whispered breathily.

In his mind she repeated the word ‘harder’, and he did, jerking into the air slightly as his hoof began to vigorously rub up his length, creating a golden friction.

The way she had looked up at him from the ground this evening... those gorgeous cerise eyes, sparkling like stars, and framed with the thickest of long lashes. Full of innocence and purity, which had him falling for her all over again. He had the urge to make those lovely orbs roll back in pleasure as he kissed and licked the soft fur of her neck, her shoulders, her sensitive ears. It was when he touched them that she pressed her hooves into him, her hot breath against neck, making him dizzy.

The thought of her feeling good had him pulsing harder and harder as vivid flashbacks of so many lustful moments made their way into his memory. “Mmm... oh god,” Soarin groaned. He could feel the tingles coming more rapidly now. “Fuck, fuck, Rainbow Dash...”

Dash’s cyan hoof made it’s way down her body, finally sliding along her damp pussy in a teasing way. Soarin watched eagerly as she raised her hips, letting her juices drip towards her ass as she let out a sigh. “Shit,” she murmured as her butt moved back down, letting him see her rubbing her clit in circular motions, her moans increasing in volume as she began to rub it fiercely while Soarin sauntered over and whispered naughty things into her ear.

“Imagine tying me up while your mouth takes my hard cock, me, Dash, totally at your submission.”

A whinny escaped as her small body began to shake with the pulsing pleasure, rapid breathing and quivering lips taking place as she quieted, gazing up at him affectionately.

The reminder that he could make her feel good was just what he needed to push him over the edge. “Shit!” he yelped slightly as he ejaculated, effectively coating the sheets with a thick white substance.

As his groin and mind came back to reality, he shifted into an upright position and licked a little of his cum off, pretending it was Dash’s juices he was tasting.

After that was done, Soarin got up and grabbed a box of kleenexes, wiping the mess up as best as he could, before sneaking out into the washroom to wash his hooves. He glanced at the row of doors, all leading to a room. He had no idea which one she was currently sleeping in, but he smiled a little to himself as he imagined her adorable little snores.

Soarin pulled the blankets over his tired body when something hit him.

From now on, he would only have these memories of the mare he loved. Their time together was in the past, and they wouldn’t be sharing moments like those anymore. The thought made his heart ache with a loneliness that could not be occupied by anypony else. He had a lovely mare waiting to hang out with him tomorrow, but the only one he seemed to want did not go by the name Midnight Star.

Sighing sadly, Soarin closed his eyes, hoping to be lulled to sleep. “I miss you, Dashie.”

takes place after S8 E22, (What Lies Beneath.) Dash only makes an appearance in Sandbar’s “dream” but is not actually there.

Midnight Star and Copper are OCs (original characters.)

takes place during S8 E23, (Sounds of Silence.)

there may or may not be a double post today as well... keep an eye out

“Alright, thank you Wonderbolts!” the announcement pony spoke. “What a great race, as always, it was an honour to have you here.”

The ‘Bolts hovered in a straight line, all smiling widely to the cheering crowd of ponies.

“Pretty impressive there, Clipper,” Dash whispered to him. “Have we ever tied before?” She grinned cheekily.

Soarin chuckled. “Remembered the time I beat you, Crash?”

“Hmm.” She shook her head. “Doesn’t cross my mind. Must have been a dream.”

“Nah,” Soarin quipped, grinning right back as they began to fly to the backstage and start saying hi to the VIP ponies. “It was your worst nightmare come true.”

Dash just smiled. “Okay, race you backstage right now.”

“Okay~”

“Onetwothreego!” she shouted and zipped the short distance to the room.

He was left in the dust again. A literal and figurative sense. She always shone so brightly, stood out with her talent and mane, unafraid to speak up and voice her opinions.

How could he think he deserved her?

He was Soarin. He felt completely average to her. He hadn’t broke dozens of Wonderbolt records, hadn’t saved Equestria and been rained as a hero. He didn’t get up and fight or always stand up for what he believed in, although he did try.

Shaking the feeling off, he zoomed after her, but due to his distracted mind, he flew in about twenty seconds later, his smile dissipated.

Passing Rainbow, he saw her frown out of the corner of his eye.

“Uh, Clip? You okay? You’re never that slow.”

He shrugged off her concern. “Yeah I’m good, Crash.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Come on, let’s shower quickly. You gotta go out soon and meet your biggest fans.” She nudged him and winked, flying off to get the sweat off her body.

Soarin smiled to himself. “You gotta go out soon and meet your biggest fans.”

“Soarin?”

He whirled around and smiled when he came face to face with Midnight, her green eyes having a smile in them.

“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show up,” he told her.

She smirked. “I’m with one of the biggest Wonderbolt fans in Equestria.” She motioned to Copper, who had struck up a conversation with Rainbow Dash and Lightning Streak. Soarin felt a pang as he remembered what went down a couple months ago. “So of course I was bound to come.”

They both chuckled. “Come on, let’s go back here,” he offered, weaving his way through the crowd. Midnight followed eagerly, trotting behind him.

Once they reached the back room with a balcony and a couple chairs, he sighed in content. “So,” she said, walking to stand beside him.

“So,” he echoed, casting his gaze out on the magnificent view of Canterlot. “Do you live here?”

She nodded. “Kinda.”

“Kinda?” Soarin turned to face her.

“Yeah, I own a jewelry making business actually. I have one here and in Manehattan. I rotate between weeks,” she explained.

“Have I heard of it?”

Midnight giggled a little. “I don’t know. It’s a pretty silly name, Copper ended up writing down a bunch of ideas and I picked one out of a hat.”

Soarin chuckled. “Indecisive then? Must be hard to do that when you own your own business,” he mused.

She scoffed a little playfully. “Only when it comes to certain things.”

“You’re in luck, I can make decisions over hard things but when it comes to the simple choices it’s hard to choose.”

“Exactly! Like, apple fritters or apple pie.”

Soarin’s eyes lit up excitedly. “You like pie?!”

“Who doesn’t?” she laughed.

“One of my very fast, cocky, and colourful teammates,” he replied while thinking of Rainbow.

Midnight hummed. “Hmm, now who could that be?” She looked at him, running a hoof through her pink streaked hair. “Could it be Rainbow Dash?” she asked sarcastically.

Soarin’s eyes went wide mockingly. “Ah, smart mare,” he remarked.

They laughed a little, and Soarin calmed a little. She was nice.

Looking out over the scenery was calming and relaxing, and Soarin felt some sort of ease around Midnight.

“How long have you been a Wonderbolt?” she asked after a few minutes.

He calculated in his head. “Huh, wow, almost eleven years.” Was he seriously twenty-nine years old?

“Impressive.”

“I guess. Now tell me, what’s your shop called?”

Her pink cheeks turned a little red. “Starry Jewels,” she said eventually. “Don’t make fun! It was all Copper’s idea!”

Soarin bit back a laugh for her sake. If it was was any of his teammates or Dash, he would have kindly teased them, but since he barely knew the lady next to him, he held off. “Alright, alright,” he agreed, smirking a little. “Anyways, I think Fleetfoot’s mentioned it before. It’s on Saddle Row in Manehattan, right?” he guessed.

“Correct.”

“Do you know Rarity? She owns Carousel Boutique in Ponyville and Canterlot Carousel in, well, pretty self explanatory.”

“Oh! Rarity. Yeah, she’s very nice. I love her shops, actually.”

Since he wasn’t totally into this sort of thing, he didn’t know what to say. “Yeah, she is nice.”

“And she’s friends with Princess Twilight,” Midnight added. “She’s my favourite princess.”

“Hey!” he smiled. “Should there really be favourites?”

Midnight nudged him softly and Soarin caught a scent of her floral perfume. “Come on, Soarin, don’t tell me you don’t have one.”

“I don’t have one,” he said, trying to stay seriously.

She cocked an eyebrow.

Feeling a little daring, he leaned in a little closer. “You promise not to tell?”

She nodded eagerly. “I promise.”

“Promise you won’t tell, Dash?”

She bumped her hoof against his. “Pinkie Promise, Soar.”

“Alright,” he gave in, acting like he wasn’t actually going to tell her. “Twilight and Cadence.”

“Called it,” she quipped, smirking at him.

“You some sort of mind reader?”

She nodded as her horn started glowing. “Obviously, but don’t say anything. Can’t blow my cover.”

“Oh shit, sorry,” he muttered like this was a serious deal.

Slowly, Midnight cracked a grin and Soarin followed until they were both quietly chuckling.

“It must be kind of bad being famous.”

Soarin looked around for a moment, a certain memory coming to mind.

“It kind of sucks being famous a lot of the time,” he confessed.

Her eyes narrowed as she thought for a moment. “Well, now that I’ve experienced it, a lot of it isn’t fun.”

“Exactly.”

Her cyan hoof stroked his mane thoughtfully. “But come on. We’re the best flyers out there. Ponies look up to us, and we get to inspire creatures all over the world, give them something to work for. The fans are everything,” she pointed out.

She put almost everything in a new light, always making him feel better. “I... I guess.”

“You guess? This is what we’re meant to do, Soarin. We’re Wonderbolts, and we get to do the thing we love most as our job. We get to fly.”

Soarin turned towards her and lifted her chin with his hoof. “Thank you.”

She grinned back and backed out of his grip, flapping her wings. “Of course. Now come on.” She beckoned to him. “Let’s just fly.”

“Okay,” he agreed, spreading his wings and letting himself be free.

Remembering Dash’s words, he smiled. “Actually, it’s pretty great.”

“Really?” Midnight inquired.

“Yeah. I get to meet ponies who support me, like, not the fake ones, I inspire colts and fillies, and I’m doing the thing I love the most.”

“Which is...?”

He stared at her for a second.

“Flying is...”

Dash scanned the sky. “Freedom,” she finished softly.

He couldn’t have said it better. “Yeah,” he agreed.

They looked at each other and beamed happily.

“Flying,” he answered wistfully.

Midnight nodded and bit her lip. “Huh. Wow,” she said, studying him intently for a moment. “You’re really passionate about it.”

“I am. I love it. Being famous isn’t always the best, but... I love my job and my team. Wouldn’t change anything for the world.

Except one thing, he thought in the back of his mind, a memory of him and Rainbow cuddling in the morning for a bit after a night of rough sex. She had only allowed his affectionate side for a few minutes before proclaiming she didn’t want to go ‘soft’.

“It’s nice to see a pony who isn’t just in it for being popular,” Midnight remarked. “I guess some do.”

“Some do, but a lot don’t,” he told her. “I’m sure you know Coloratura’s former manager did that.”

“Sven Gallop,” she snorted. “So delightful.”

“He sounded lovely,” Soarin agreed sarcastically and checked the time on the clock. “Oh, shoot,” he said.

Midnight’s green eyes looked around. “What is it?”

He sighed. “I have to go. I have to get back with the team, fly back to Headquarters.”

She was quiet for a moment as a tooth came over her lip. “Yeah, okay.” Hesitantly, she glanced at him. “Maybe I’ll see you again?”

“I’d like that,” he told her, sending a friendly smile. “But now you better leave before they kick you out.”

She grinned. “Good thing I’m a unicorn, then.”

A flash of white light and she was gone.

Soarin smiled to himself as he walked back to join his friends.

“So, your date was nice?” Misty asked him, biting into a potato.

“She wasn’t a date. I met her at the party last night and asked if she wanted to hang out a little after the derby, so we did. All we did was talk on one of the balconies.”

“That’s a boring date,” Surprise said aloud.

“It wasn’t a date,” Soarin repeated.

“Alright, whatever. Was she nice?” Misty interjected.

Soarin nodded while looking across the room at Spitfire, Rainbow Dash, Silver Zoom and Rapidfire. They all laughed at something Rapid said and Soarin couldn’t help but wonder what it was.

“Uh, yeah,” he responded. “She was nice and sweet and funny.”

Surprise tilted her head. “Then why are you not more excited?”

He sighed, and the girls understood when they saw his longing look at Rainbow.

She’s not you, he thought to himself.
And no mare ever would be.

takes place after S8 E26, (School Raze Part 2)

sex scenes ahead.

also, we finished season eight! one more season to go!

It had been a week since Cozy Glow had attempted to destroy the School of Friendship, as well as taken the magic of ponies. Soarin had heard about through Spitfire, who heard from Dash through a quickly scrawled letter. And because of her loyalty, Rainbow had stayed in Ponyville for the week, missing five practices to stay with her friends and get everything back to order and running smoothly again.

He had been trying to subtly keep an eye out for her, wondering when she would show up to this party. Because it had also happened to be the end of the season, and Lightning always insisted on throwing a party, complete with loud music and alcohol. Every single member of the flying team, cleaning crew, and veteran Wonderbolt was currently there at the Cloudaseum, some flying and talking, some chilling on the stands that’d been preserved just for the get together.

Songbird Serenade’s music played through a speaker, and Fleetfoot had pulled Blaze onto the dance floor, while Rapid, Misty Fly, High Winds and Surprise had all quickly joined in, swirling and twirling to the beat.

Soarin, however, couldn’t find the urge to go and dance with his friends, thoughts on how Dash was doing, and if she was actually alright. She’d be fine... she was the strongest mare he had ever met. Bold and confident, with a secret soft side that made her loveable.

“Soarin! Come on, have a drink!” Surprise shouted.

He sighed and flew over to them, shaking his head. “Naw, Slowpoke, I’m alright for now,” he replied.

Surprise twisted in the air, facing him whilst upside down. “Come on, we got it from Sweet Apple Acres just for you! Well, and Crash,” she added.

A smile appeared on his muzzle at the thought of Dash’s obsession with the apple drink. “Maybe later.”

Surprise’s pink eyes looked him and up and down before shrugging. “Okay.”

“Clipper, you should try to have some fun,” Rapid told him casually. “Really.”

“Yeah Soarin, come on! Even Spitty and Wave are getting into it!” Fleetfoot called and slugged her drink, letting the cup fall.

Soarin glanced to see Wave casually spin Spitfire around, while their wings began to twine with one another’s, bodies magnificently close before they pulled away... Why did Spitfire get to be in a relationship with the pony she loved? Why did she get to be happy? He knew the thought was unfair, but he was jealous all the same, and the words he had said to himself in the Crystal Empire rang in the back of his mind. “I will be fine.”

Well, to be fine, you had to let go and have fun, right? And what were you supposed to do at a party? Have fun and be fine. So without another thought, Soarin let his head bob to the rhythm, accepting a drink from Fleetfoot as he began to sway... the songs’s meaning of lust taking over him...

He grabbed Fleetfoot’s hoof, pulling her closer to him. “Come on, Fleet, dance with me then,” he proposed, promptly spinning her.

Her purple stare immediately went to Blaze, who simply smiled and shrugged. “Making your move, Commander?” Fleetfoot teased.

Soarin dipped her slightly, chuckling. “Yes, my darling. I always have been and always will be in love with you,” he said sarcastically, grinning widely. It was nice to just dance with a friend.

She mockingly sighed. “Oh my.” She fake fluttered her eyes. “They’re all over me.”

At that, they both giggled like school fillies as Fleetfoot casually wrapped her arms around his neck loosely, both beginning to sway to the hypnotizing beat.

“You know... you never really told me what happened with Crash,” Fleetfoot said as they separated.
Soarin tried to ignore her, trying to enjoy himself.

When he didn’t answer, Fleet used her wing to tickle him under his chin. “Come on, you were gonna tell back at the Crystal Empire, and then you two kissed and...”

She moved in, asking if it was alright with her eyes. His didn’t say no, and she brushed her hot lips against his in a sweet kiss, filled with tenderness. Accepting it, Soarin kissed her again, still softly, but with a bit more pressure, telling her with actions that he still cared, that underneath all this hurt and longing, he still wanted her.

And after another two weeks, his wanting had only intensified. He was forced to watch her from a distance, while she did her own thing, torturing him just by being there and not able to properly do anything about his need for her touch, her voice, her smile.

“I’m in love with Rainbow Dash,” Soarin admitted with a sigh and downed the rest of his drink. “And I really need to get over her.”

Fleetfoot tilted her head and moved to his left. Feeling the loss of her hoof on his shoulder, Soarin lazily opened his eyes and found a clear path through the small crowd. And at the end of that path was her. Smooth, shiny cyan coat, brightly combed hair, long black eyelashes framing impossibly big magenta eyes. Rainbow Dash.

Soarin took a breath, hoping to slow his racing heart. He had tried to not feel this way ever since that moment where they had mostly officially broke things off, but it was impossible to get over a pony this quickly. So here he found them, staring intently at each other, neither one willing to break their stance. I’m not backing down, he told her with his eyes.

Her eyes narrowed as she soared up higher, looking down at him. Me either.

In this moment, time stood still.

And then she flew backwards and turned around, tossing her head over her shoulder and peeking at him. Catch me.

He was not going to be told twice. Abandoning everything else, he flew upwards and across the stadium, following Dash’s clean flying and turns as she rounded down over to a wide, completely empty space.

The two said nothing as their eyes met again, one question crowding Soarin’s mind. Are you okay?

Dash fluttered slowly, moving to her left and Soarin easily matched her pace, always making sure he was right across from her. No matter what, he matched her in ability. They were equals.

Deciding to take the first move, he shot up into the sky, daring her to follow. She did, and the two met right in the middle, Luna’s moon coming out and illuminating her hair slightly. She wore no outfit, had no hint of makeup on her face, and yet this is when he found her the most irresistible. Music pumping in the background, he inched his way closer to her, muzzles centimetres apart.

No blush grew on either of their cheeks. Only heavy breathing, steady gazes, and lip licking. Forget everything for tonight, Songbird’s voice sang out.

Dash leaned in slowly, giving Soarin plenty of time to back away. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. Because he as going to do exactly what the song lyrics had said. Forget everything for tonight. Forget they their situation, forget their duties.
Forget they were just teammates.

They thought as one, it seemed, because Rainbow stopped flapping her wings and let herself free fall, and he copied her movements, never taking his eyes off her as they descended towards the cloud grounds.

Wings furled out slowly as they touched down, eyes locked. He could feel her lashes against his cheeks as she blinked, her hot, sweet breath on his cheek...

Soarin let go, and did what he desired. Their lips touched, a simple caress of the mouths that held so much more. Tearing apart, Soarin studied her half lidded eyes, the warmth of her body and slight scent of arousal up in the air. She wanted this just like he did.

And so he pressed his lips to hers again much more passionately. A rush of blood filled Soarin’s cheeks as Dash deepened the kiss, attempting to draw his body closer with her wings. He complied and poked his tongue against her mouth, which she opened, allowing him to explore the taste of her. Delicious, tantalizing, extravagant.

Dash whimpered a little as she pulled away, a thin strand of saliva connecting their mouths. Soarin began walking forward, forcing her into the wall as he pinned his body to hers, relishing the feeling of her rising chest.

“We’re... broken up,” she whispered.

He ran his eyes over her and pressed his lips to her cheek. “We never got an official break up kiss,” he murmured.

Her blue hoof stroked his cheek as she drew them together once more. “Break up kiss,” she agreed.

She placed a gentle peck on his mouth, which Soarin took gratefully, pecking her own a few more times before it evolved into light kisses, lips smacking together. Her hooves snaked their way around his neck, one combing through his mane. Their bodies were fully pressed against one another as their mouths attacked one another, frantic, eager, heated. A small moan elicited from Soarin as Dash bit his bottom lip, taking control as his satisfied hums became louder.

As their making out advanced and arousal grew stronger, Soarin hooked his arms under her plot, lifting her up so she was sandwiched between him and the wall. Something about being completely exposed yet still hidden thrilled him, made him even more determined to give her the best time possible. Licking her moist lips a few times before pulling away, his expression softened upon seeing her lust filled eyes. Sweeping a strand of hair away from her face, he tentatively began to kiss her jaw, making a trail all the way up to her ear, breathing heavily into it.

A whinny escaped Dash’s throat. “There’s... something... called break up sex... right?” she panted, pressing her marehood against his stomach.

Soarin groaned, biting his lip. He could feel his limbs weakening, his tail erratically twitching back and forth as he sought out Dash’s neck. “Break up sex,” he confirmed, biting down gently on her soft flesh.

It made a rather lovely gasp escape from her and she involuntary thrusted her hips into him, eyes fluttering closed. He ground into her, feeling the friction heat up and his loins beginning to burn with a desire to have something released. “Dash,” he grunted as their lips met again, locked in a ferocious battle, their tongues clashing quickly, sleuthing around her hot mouth.

They continued to grind, and Soarin made sure to position his balls to hit her swollen clitoris, sending Rainbow into spouts of pleasure as she bucked, squeals and moans coming out. Burying her face into his chest, her lips attacked his body while her hooves roamed his wings. “Dash,” he whispered, desperate to make her feel good.

“I’m so close,” she whimpered, locking eyes with his.

Lost in those pools of rose, he rolled his body harder, which earned more sounds of pleasure from the mare. “That’s right,” he whispered into her ear, rubbing his hooves against her cutie marks. “Cum for me, Dashie.”

“Ugnh, Soar... in,” she panted, “please, please, I— oh!” she moaned, hips violently jerking as her orgasm took over her.

Her sounds made him weak in the knees, and he let them be lowered to the ground, covering her small body with his own. Again, her wings wrapped around his back, tugging him closer until she could pull him in for another kiss. “I...”

“Is everything okay? Are you okay? You aren’t hurt, are you, from Tartarus?” he mumbled incoherently into her neck, placing a line of kisses down to her chest.

“I’m awesome,” she replied. “Now, listen Commander,” she whispered seductively.

Reaching up, Soarin moved his cock and started dragging it along her dripping core, finding the warm lubricant very, very enticing. “Tonight, Dash,” he stated, “I’m the boss.” His voice was stern in the sexiest way possible.

“I can’t wait any longer,” she confessed, a heavy crimson dusting her cheeks. Those beautiful eyes looked into him again. “Do me, Soarin,” she told him huskily. “One last time.”

One last time. One last time. Their last time together as one. “One last time,” he echoed to himself.
Grinning, he reached back down and kissed her lips hotly. “I’m gonna make it worth it then,” he murmured.

“Yeah?”

He smiled. “Yeah.”

They started making out again, hot and feverish kisses so loving it said what words couldn’t. I want you so badly.

Dash softened her lips, gently prodding him, urging him to go slower, and when they finally separated for air, their eyes locked and she looked at him that way again. Eyes so full of gentle passion and longing it took his breath away. “Soarin,” she mumbled against his mouth. “I love-“

He pressed his hoof to stop her and only shook his head. “Don’t say it, please,” he whispered. “But yeah, I do too.” I love you.

Dash nodded understandingly and started stroking that sensitive spot on the back of his neck.

He sighed contently and buried his face in the crook of her shoulder, peppering it with his lips while her legs wrapped around his waist, gyrating tormentingly slowly against his rapidly rising erection.

“You’re not making this very easy, you know,” he muttered and moved up once again to take her mouth.

“I like torturing you,” she teased, smiling widely.

Soarin smiled back, forgetting all of his worries and doubts, just letting himself be with her for just this night. One last time. “Don’t I know it.”

They kissed again, languidly, slowly, and extremely hot, their bodies unable to get any closer. Dash moaned softly into his mouth as he teased her with his tongue, dragging it along her lower lip and slightly along her teeth.

“I’ve imagined this for so long,” he admitted, breaking away and reattaching his mouth to her chest, trailing his tongue down her twitching body, all the way down to her thighs, caressing them with his lips, a small smile spreading on his face as her hooves wrapped around his head.

“Don’t make me wait,” she whispered, trying redirect him towards her dripping marehood. Her action caused his nose to clash with her clit, causing Dash to buck her hips and yelp a little.

“I like torturing you,” he quipped, copying her words while breathing against her pussy, eliciting a moan from the mare.

Dash laughed a little, moving her hips closer to his muzzle as his velvet like tongue went down on her, making her writhe as he achingly took his time licking all the way up, tasting her sweet and tangy juices that had soaked her.

Another sweet noise escaped Dash’s mouth as Soarin strong tongue began to go harder, up and down, prodding, making it’s way in between her lips and into her hole, pulling in and out of her at a rising pace, making him lightheaded at her taste. It was so good, addictive really.

“Oh my... fuck, Soarin,” Dash grunted, jerking her lower body a little. “You’re such a tease.”

He didn’t respond, too caught up in her pussy, in making her feel the best as possible. And he knew to add to the pleasure she was already feeling by bringing his ice blue hoof up and stroking her clit as slowly and soft as he could. “Oh,” she whispered, thrusting upwards again. “Yes, yes, yes...”

Soarin smirked to himself, withering his tongue around in a pace he knew she liked while he rubbed her nub more prominently. Last time, he thought to himself. He wanted it to be sex she wouldn’t forget.

Darting his tongue and pressing it against the pleasure spots of her canal, he worked it until she was writhing, digging her hooves into his neck, begging him to go, go, go... and then payback from their very first time happened when she had teased his ever coming orgasm, he did the same thing, and took his tongue out of her pussy, his hoof going slower and slower on her clit until that was removed as well. Lifting his head up and shaking back up her, he grinned cheekily at her disappointment.

“What was that for you jerk?” She poked him in the chest.

He chuckled and put his lips to her right ear. “Remember the first time we fucked?” he asked. “You were sucking me off like a master, and I was just on the edge because only you could build me up that quickly... I was so close, Dash,” he whispered and backed away. “And then you pulled away.”

Dash bit her lip, nodding a little excessively. Without a warming, she wiggled out from underneath him and stood up, quickly stretching her legs and cracking her neck. “Listen very closely to my next words, Soarin.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“You’re going to lay down,” she instructed, coming closer. “And then I am going to ride you so hard you’ll regret not giving me that orgasm before,” she finished, smiling evilly.

Soarin’s lips parted as his cheeks flushed from her instructions. “I...”

Dash pushed him a little, a saucy smile playing on her lips. She forced more of her weight onto his chest, urging him to lower to the ground. “Just remember,” she whispered against his cheek. “Rainbow Dash is the commander in the bedroom.”

Soarin shook off his startled feeling. As much as he loved being in charge, he found it undeniably sexy when Dash took the reigns. Playing along, he lay on his back, never taking his eyes off of her as she crawled on top of him. “How could I forget?” he replied while grinning. “I’m at your submission, Dash.”

She smirked as her lithe form began to lower down, circling the tip of his impatient with her warm folds. “That’s a good stallion,” she cooed. “Are you ready for the ride of your life?”

He smirked, lifting his hips up and biting his lip when he felt his shaft enter her for a split second. “Give it to me,” he challenged.

She accepted it with daring eyes, circling it a few more times before descending as slowly as possible, purposely making him wait. He bucked his hips in wanting, groaning, “Faster.”

She lowered even more and leaned over him so their faces were concealed by her silky mane. “You could have had it your way if you hadn’t messed with me either.” She winked.

Soarin cursed himself, although he couldn’t say he quite regretted holding her orgasm off. He wanted the buildup, the suspense, the— oh sweet Celestia, this was what he had been longing for for such a long time. Rainbow’s hot cunt wrapped tightly around Soarin’s cock, her slick walls coating him, dripping down perfectly. As her ass pressed against his balls, Dash sighed loudly, tilting her head backwards as her hips began to grind slowly but surely, gradually increasing her pace by the minute. Soarin was in heaven and hell at the same time. This was torture— but it felt so damn good.
He was inside her, the mare of his dreams. So Soarin swallowed deeply and began to rock his hips as well, getting lost in the moment.

The pleasure that had followed had been intense, amazing, or as Dash would say— awesome.

As soon as that event finished, the two had clumsily gotten up and as Dash was preparing to fly away, Soarin found that he couldn’t let her go just yet. After all, this night had to be imprinted in their minds for as long as possible. So instead, he grabbed her hoof and asked to go back to his place and spend the night.

“You know,” he had said. “Just for mind blowing break up sex,” he offered.

Dash bit her lip, looking down. “I...”

He held his breath as he awaited her reply.

A shaky sigh escaped from her and she looked up. “Totally. I mean... it’s in the same night, right? So... break up sex,” she confirmed, a sly smile appearing.

He returned the smile. “Let’s not waste any more time, come on.”

Mumbling incoherently, Soarin rubbed his eyes and opened them, finding himself back in his room. As soon as he looked over and saw the small cerulean pegasus, he was thankful he had only had two cups of beer, because he remembered the night’s events as if he were living them all over again. Rainbow had ridden him like the expert she was, and as soon as they were back at his place, their lips were locked and they made their way to his bedroom at lightning speed— overcome with strong desire once again.

They had gone five times all together, taking hour naps in between each one to regenerate, and then their hooves were all over one another, exploring the other’s body like it was their first time making the special connection. One last time.

Soarin looked down at Rainbow Dash, not wanting to wake her up. Or, not yet ready to face the thing that had to come next. So making himself comfortable again, he covered himself with the comforter and lay on his side, awaiting the moment he dreaded with all his heart.

takes place after S9 E2, (The Beginning of The End Part II)

this was so entertaining to write. seriously.
also foreshadows things that happen in Spitfire and Fleetfoot’s lives.

another chapter out later :)

“Attention Commander and Captain!” Fleetfoot barked, flying over to the three’s cloud. It had been there for when they hung out, gigantic and fluffy, regularly shaped.

Soarin and Spitfire wearily turned to their turquoise friend, rings under their eyes. “What is it, Fleet?” Spitfire asked dully.

Fleetfoot smiled as she sat down. It was only then that Soarin noticed she had a basket with bottles. Quickly, she tossed them both a drink— one tequila for Spitfire and scotch for Soarin. “Let’s face it,” Fleetfoot began, casually opening up her beer. “We have not been honest with one another about our pathetic personal lives. Tonight I feel the need to drink and complain to my best friends. Especially after King Sombra came back from who knows where and hypnotized us and prevented Crash and her friends from saving the world for billionth time.” She paused to catch her breath before smiling with her teeth. “Who’s in?” She raised her bottle and looked patiently at them.

Truthfully, Soarin thought this sounded excellent, and he cheerily opened his bottle, knocking it against Fleet’s. “I’m in,” he agreed.

Spitfire shrugged, lifting her drink as well, causing all three to make a clinking sound. Once they all took a drink and swallowed, Spitfire’s eyes looked at them. “So who’s going first?”

Fleetfoot sighed, flopping down. “Blaze and I are dating in secret.”

“Me and Dash slept together two weeks ago,” Soarin announced. “Again.”

“Wave told me I have trust issues,” Spitfire said monotonously.

The three friends all slowly looked one another over and Soarin caught Spitfire trying to hide an ever evolving smile. Slowly, one made his way onto his face, as well as Fleetfoot’s.

“So... all our love lives...” Soarin mused.

“Are awful,” Fleetfoot finished wearily.

“Basically,” Spitfire confirmed. “And why didn’t either of you tell me about Crash and Blaze?!”

“It was meant to be a secret,” Fleet responded.

Soarin shrugged. “We just wanted it between me and her.”

“Anyways, Soarin, you were gonna tell me at the Crystal Empire,” Fleet reminded him. “Tell us now.”

He sighed. “It’s a long story.”

“Good thing we don’t have to train tomorrow then,” Spit muttered, tracing a hoof along the cloud. “Cause we’re going to be hungover as hell.”

“We got all night,” Fleetfoot agreed.

Soarin shrugged. “Alright, I liked her for a long time. Probably since the royal wedding. And then she joined the team, and I realized I liked her. Took me two years,” he admitted. “Then we were really great friends, and then we had a fight and then we made up and it started to snow at my house and~” He paused to catch his breath, images of Dash flitting through his mind. “And so she had to stay and then we were talking... a moment later and I was on top of her and we had sex. We agreed not to have a relationship cause of work, so we just were friends with benefits. And then the whole thing in Las Pegasus and we ended it and then later we were growing closer. We, or she ended it again. And then-“

“You guys kissed on the balcony in the empire and had sex at the end-of-the-season party,” Fleet finished, gulping down her beer.

Spitfire laughed. “That’s messy.”

Soarin sighed. “I don’t think she wants a serious relationship. Or she didn’t before... or maybe she did, but I said no. Even though I did. I was just scared. She deserves better then me, I have too many responsibilities for a proper thing. At least I thought I did, and I do but...” he trailed off. “Fuck why did I say no?!” he groaned loudly. “Like... she said it was too bad after the first time but...” He put his head on the ground. “I don’t know, I should have tried. I’d do anything for that mare,” he finished softly.

“I do not have trust issues!” Spitfire yelled, not bothering to respond to Soarin. “I’m in a relationship with him, aren’t I?”

“And Blaze should not be mad at me cause I haven’t come out to my parents or any pony except the team!”

Spitfire rolled her eyes. “Ugh, stallions.”

Fleetfoot and Soarin looked at each other and nodded. “More like, ugh, mares,” Fleetfoot corrected and Soarin shook his head in agreement.

“What is with you stallions?” Spitfire continued. “Why do you think we have trust issues? I’ll let you know I’m a perfectly stable and happy pony.”

Fleet scoffed a little. “Spit, come on. I know you don’t like to talk about it, but your dad verbally and physically abused you till you were nine, then ran off and married some other mare and he never visited you again. It was just you and your mom. The only other somewhat serious relationship you had was about eight years ago, and he ended up cheating on you. You have some abandonment issues, like it or not.”

Spitfire greedily gulped down her tequila in a matter of two minutes and let out a long sigh. “Way to put it bluntly, Fleet.”

“She’s kinda right,” Soarin pointed out. “Maybe you should talk to somepony, like a counsellor?”

“You seriously haven’t given that up, huh?” Spitfire muttered, glancing at the basket. “I thought we were here to complain, not tell me that I should go spill my feelings to somepony I don’t even know.” She looked at the two.

Fleetfoot shrugged. “True. Here ya go, it’s not tequila, but you like rum and coke, right? I mixed it before.”

“Has Dash told you two anything? Did she have a bad experience with somepony else besides that other coltfriend from when she was in her teens? Or is she just really, really loyal and really, really great?” Soarin groaned. “Please let it be the first one.”

“And she took forever to tell her parents she didn’t like stallions! Why is she annoyed with me? Public relationships when you’re a celebrity are awful!” Fleet added, finishing her beer and extended her hoof to Soarin. “C’mon, I need some scotch.”

“I just wanna be with her... maybe I should make her jealous!” Soarin grinned.

“Girls don’t always like that,” Spitfire replied. “Makes them think you’re over them and then they try to move on.”

“Maybe I should do that then. I met a girl at Celestia and Luna’s party in Manehattan. She was sweet and pretty and a unicorn and we hung out after the derby in Canterlot...” Sighing, Soarin reached into the basket and grabbed a cooler. “And she likes pie and is not reckless and cocky!”

“He has no right to tell me if I have issues.” Spitfire glowered.

“Maybe this was never gonna work, maybe we should breakup,” Fleetfoot suggested out into the air.

Soarin turned. “I kinda like you and... uh, what’s her name again?” He laughed. “Oh, right, Laze! No, Blaze. Yeah, you two are good...”

“So what if I freaked out when I thought he was talking to another girl... even if that turned out to be his sister? It could have been some secret girlfriend! And I’m a busy mare, I’m the captain of the Wonderbolts, and I don’t always have time for ponies!”

“Wave’s been in love with you forever,” Soarin droned. “Just like I liked Dash and didn’t even know it... and she liked me and then she loved me and she was so amazing and she got me and I threw it all away for... I dunno,” he mumbled. “I hate my stupid brain. I shouldn’t be allowed to make decisions.

“Why’d I have to fall for Wave?”

“At least Wave’s humble and doesn’t drone on about how awesome he is.”

“At least Rainbow doesn’t~”

Soarin stumbled to his hooves and let out a long burp. “But she is awesome! She isn’t even wrong! Ugh, she’s too good for me. I’m such a loser,” he moaned sadly.

“I’m ruining the one good, stable relationship I ever had,” Spitfire said. “If that makes you feel better.”

Soarin nodded. It did make him feel better. “I’m gonna ask Midnight on a date...”

“What does she have that Rainbow doesn’t?” Fleet asked, also standing up.

Soarin shrugged. “Well, she has a horn, she isn’t overly competitive or hotheaded, she likes pie, she doesn’t make me crazy horny, overwhelmed with adoration and she doesn’t make me feel like I always wanna be around her!” Soarin complained all in one breath.

“Yeah,” Fleetfoot sighed. “I mean, at least you guys have the courtesy to make me not feel like that.”

“Agreed!” Spitfire shouted. “Thank you.”

Half an hour later and the three were silently laying on the cloud, feeling queasy and sorry for themselves.

“We have these amazing ponies. Why can’t our relationships be more simple?” Soarin questioned sadly.

“Nothing’s simple,” Spitfire answered.

“Okay, so our personal lives aren’t the greatest and we all love ponies who are currently trying not to talk to us or are just angry while we drink and talk about them all night?”

“Yep,” Fleetfoot said, popping the ‘P’.

Spitfire looked at the two of them. “Oh wow. Seriously, we’re all losers.”

Fleetfoot and Soarin merely chuckled and rested their heads down. “Agreed,” they said.

Dear Countess Coloratura, the letter you’re about to read after this is for a friend of your friend, Copper. I don’t mean to be informal or overstepping, but I was wondering if this could reach Midnight Star, one of the ponies that was with you for Princess Celestia’s grand tour stop in Manehattan. Thank you.

- Commander Soarin Skies of The Wonderbolts

Soarin tucked it into the envelope, and smiling, wrote down the letter to the cute unicorn he had spent time exchanging conversation with in Canterlot.

Dear Midnight Star,

It’s me, Soarin. You know, the Wonderbolt you met in Manehattan and hung around with for a bit after our derby in Canterlot.
Anyways, I’ll make this short. You’re sweet and have taken some time to get to know me. Kind of rare these days.
And I like to think we got along pretty well, and I hope you feel the same.
So once Coloratura gives this to Copper who will give it to you since I don’t know where you live... write me back an answer to this:
Want to grab dinner with me sometime? As a date. I’ll be in Canterlot in about a week for a couple shows and an interview. You can show me a good restaurant if you want, I don’t usually eat there too often.
Anyways, address is on the envelope and I hope his reaches you and I hope you say yes.

-Commander Soarin Skies of The Wonderbolts

Even though they had talked informally, he still felt weird about signing the letter with just his name. They weren’t close enough yet, even though they got along.
Still, he really hoped she said yes.

Dear Commander Soarin Skies,

It’s Midnight. You know, the unicorn you met and watched your derby in Canterlot with her excited friend who has a crush on you. Copper, not me.
Okay, fine, me as well. I like you too.
So I’ll meet you in Canterlot after your evening show on Friday, if that’s alright. I’ll take you to my favourite restaurant, which don’t worry, has pie. Yes, you read right. Any kind you want, and they’ll make it. Especially since you’re a celebrity. Seriously, no joke. Also, don’t worry about dressing too fancy.
I have to go, but I’ll see you soon.

Sincerely, Midnight Star

Soarin pumped his hoof in the air as he read her letter, confirming that he had a date with the pretty unicorn. She was nice and they got along and they both had a love for pie. He kind of liked her. And now they had a date.
He could do this. He was moving on.

“How do I look?” Soarin asked, turning to Spitfire and Lightning Streak.

Spitfire shrugged. “You look good. Very handsome.”

Lightning squinted and brushed a few piece of fluff off Soarin’s shirt. “There you go.”

“Thanks.” Looking in the mirror, he smiled to himself, feeling just a pang of nerves hit him. He had gone on plenty of dates before with plenty of girls. But he genuinely liked Midnight Star, and wanted to make some sort of impression.

He looked good. He knew he did. Dressed in a crisp black, short sleeved button up shirt, and had gelled a little of his mane to the side, mares would be attracted for sure. “Okay, I can do this,” he told himself, nodding once more and walked out the door, only to pop his head in a moment later and give his two friends a sheepish grin. “Thanks. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Don’t be too late, we have to get up early for a photoshoot tomorrow!” Spitfire called as he disappeared from sight.

Lightning nudged his captain. “Think he’s secretly over-the-top nervous?” he asked.

Spitfire chuckled. “No way. Only a certain rainbow haired mare could make him over-the-top nervous.”

Scanning the area from above, Soarin squinted as Celestia’s sun started to begin it’s descent and under the glare of light, he spotted a blue pegasus talking to a light pink unicorn, one that looked very similar to Midnight.

He hovered closer and could catch small hints of words.

However, he recognized the voice coming from the pegasus. Landing on the ground, Soarin walked over and cleared his throat. “Uh, Midnight Star? Is that you?”

The two mares looked in his direction, and he felt himself relax as a pair of light green eyes made contact with his own. “Hi, Soarin. You ready? I was just talking to Rainbow Dash here.”

Soarin shifted his gaze to Dash, who was still in the form fitting, standard Wonderbolt uniform. He met her look at the exact wrong— and right— time. Luna’s moon rose ahead, and shone right into those brilliant magenta eyes, still lighting a torch in Soarin’s heart.

“She was just asking me where you were,” Dash explained. “You guys are hanging out?”

Soarin nodded and instead focused on Midnight, who had a silver casual dress on, her mane left the way it usually was. “Yeah. We have a date,” Soarin said.

He watched her reaction as carefully as he could, and was slightly disappointed to only see her smile and nod, perhaps a slight tic to her jaw. “Sounds nice. You two have fun.” She checked her watch and flapped her wings. “Shoot, I gotta meet AJ and Rarity. See ya,” she called, flying into the night sky.

Midnight turned to Soarin and smiled shyly. “You ready to go?”

Tearing his gaze away from the stream of colours, Soarin nodded. “Lead the way, Ms. Star.”

She just smiled. “Alright, this way Mr. Skies.”

“Hoof’s Galore?” Soarin read, stopping outside the restaurant. It had taken them about ten minutes to walk, and they had both been awkward and shy about saying anything to one another. He hoped they’d be able to have a proper conversation at dinner. He wanted to know what made her special, what made her unique.

“I know, it sounds like a place where you get a hooficure,” she giggled.

“So it really is a restaurant? You aren’t tricking me into a spa night?” he teased goodheartedly.

A small smile made it’s way into her pink face. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Come on, I’m hungry.”

“Me too.”

They headed inside and were immediately greeted with a waiter. “Good evening ma’am, sir...” His grey eyes widened as he realized who Soarin was. “Oh, um...”

“Can we just act like I’m anypony?” Soarin questioned, offering a bit of money.

The stallion shook his head. “Of course, no need for money, sir. Right this way, please.”

Soarin bowed his head gratefully. “Thank you... um...” He glanced at the name tag. “Thank you Grey.”

“Not a problem.” He let them be seated at the small, private wooden table and handed them two
menus with his telekinesis. “Can I interest you in any drinks?”

Soarin bit his lip and asked, “Do you have any non-alcoholic apple cider?”

Grey wrote it down on the notepad. “We sure do, and for you miss?”

Midnight shrugged. “I’ll have some iced tea, please.”

“Right away, I’ll be back in a moment.”

“Thanks,” Soarin replied, turning his attention back to the mare.

“So, our first date,” Midnight said and instantly frowned. “Sorry, that’s a stupid thing to say.”

He waved a hoof. “It’s fine. I mean, you are right.”

“What if ponies think this is a date?” Soarin asked, glancing nervously around.

Dash looked up from her menu. “Honestly Clipper, I thought I’d be the nervous one about doing this. We’ll just say we’re friends, which isn’t a lie, right?”

Soarin glanced around at all the ponies in Sugarcube Corner, mumbling and looking at them.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bouncing pink pony with a cheery smile on her face entered the room, mysteriously being able to balance a tray of colourfully iced cupcakes on her head.

It was their first outing after they slept together and started this “friends with benefits” thing. “Right,” he agreed.

Dash noticed and offered a teasing smile. “It’s gonna be fine. It’s not like this is our first time hanging out in public.”

He let out a huff of air through his nose. “I guess you’re right.”

She grinned. “Of course I’m right, but if it makes you feel better...” She let her eyes wander around the room until they landed on one of her best friends. “Hey, Pinkie! Over here!”

The pink pony skipped over to them. “Hey Dashie, hey Soarin. What can I get for ya?”

“Cider and apple pie, please.”

Pinkie’s blue eyes lit up. “Of course! My pies are great, too bad Dashie here doesn’t like them.” She scribbled it down and faced her friend. “What about you, Rainbow Dash?”

“Uh... chocolate shake, please,” Dash answered, then beckoned for Pinkie to come forward with her hoof. “Pinks, what are all the ponies that are looking at us saying?”

Pinkie looked and shrugged. “Eh, mostly wondering why you’re here instead of some fancy place, or if you’re out on a date.”

“You mind telling them we’re not?” Soarin asked. “Don’t need ponies getting the wrong idea.”

Dash nodded in agreement.

Pinkie Pie was called by Mrs. Cake and started to leave, but she turned to the two. “Sure thing! I’ll be back in a few minutes!”

“So,” Soarin began once their drinks were placed in front of them. “How was your day?”

Midnight shrugged. “You know, same old same old. Custom making a lot of designs today, guess I’ll have to go to the caves and try to find more gems for my upcoming necklace order. I gotta make seventy five within three days, it’s gonna be crazy.” She shook her head and took a sip of her drink. “How about you? That was a pretty spectacular show you put on there,” she complimented.

“Thanks. My day, huh? It was mainly just that. Some practice runs, are some lunch, signed autographs and took pictures. It can get kinda repetitive, it’s a little boring after a while,” Soarin admitted.

Midnight tilted her head. “Really? I like the routine of doing the same thing most days. Keeps me grounded.”

Unlike Dash. Surprised and a little disappointed by this, Soarin covered his reaction with a nod and smile. “Well you’re doing something different tonight, aren’t you?”

She grinned, leaning a little closer. “Well sometimes certain ponies are worth it.”

He felt his cheeks heat up at the praise, although it was more from the comment, not the pony it came from. “You sure are charming,” he joked.

“I’m trying,” she confessed, a shy smile appearing again.

He liked her smile, he decided. They continued to stare at one another, hints of polite, gentle smiles on their muzzles.

“Ahem,” a male’s voice interrupted. It was Grey. “Have you decided on your meal?”

“Oh.” Midnight blushed a little and scanned menu, pointing to something on it. “I’ll have this, please.”

Grey nodded and looked at Soarin. “And for you?

He bit his lip, trying to make a decision. “Grilled salmon, please, with mashed potatoes and gravy.”

“You got it. I’ll be back as soon as possible with your food.”

“Here you go, Miss Dash and Commander Skies,” the country waitress said, setting two plates of chicken linguine down, steam coming out of the bowl. “Enjoy.”

“Thanks!” Rainbow exclaimed, eagerly digging in.

Soarin did the same and smiled when the creamy pasta hit his tongue. “This is really good.”

“I know!” Rainbow replied through a mouthful of food.

Soarin smirked and pointed to her chin, which had thin line of alfredo sauce dripping from it. “Might wanna take care of that, Dashie.”

Her eyes sparkled as she wiped the sauce off. “You too, Commander.”

He frowned and wiped at his chin with the napkin. “Better?”

She shoved a hoof in her mouth to keep from bursting into giggles. She shook her head no.

He tried again and asked her with his eyes. No again. He tried again and again until Dash removed her hoof and leaned over, quickly snatching the bit of sauce off the middle of his nose.

Soarin bit his lip. “That’s embarrassing,” he muttered.

Dash took a much more careful bite of her dinner and chewed quickly. “It’s okay, Soar. I for one got a lot of joy out of it.”

He chuckled. “Anything to please you.”

She rolled her eyes and kicked him gently under the table.

“Hey! No violence,” he pouted.

“Aww, little Soarie can’t handle that?”

He played along. “No he can’t.”

“I’m sorry then,” she fake apologized.

And again, they smiled at one another.

He was always happiest when with her.

“Yours good?” Midnight asked, taking a bite of her veggie sandwich.

Soarin nodded, savouring the flavour of the perfectly cooked salmon and creamy gravy sauce. “Can’t believe I haven’t heard of this before. I’m gonna have to tell all the ‘Bolts about this place!” he responded enthusiastically, spearing some vegetables with his fork.

“Thank goodness. I was beginning to worry this place wouldn’t suit your tastes, food wise. You’re probably used to very fine tasting food,” she guessed, looking at him questionably.

He shrugged. With the solid floors, beautiful paintings, and beautiful rustic look, Soarin actually would have considered this place to be too fancy for his tastes. He was the exact same as Dash when it came to things like these— preferring something lively, rowdy, and full of genuine character than a quieter, slightly more upscale place like this. “Midnight, I survive on cafeteria food a lot of the time. This meets beyond my tastes,” he chuckled.

Midnight smiled, obviously relieved. “Guess I still have a lot to learn about famous ponies, huh?”

Soarin shrugged, pushing his plate away, unable to eat anymore. “I’ll give you some lessons, don’t worry,” he assured jokingly.

“Thank you so much,” she laughed and finished her sandwich. “By the way, I don’t mind paying for dinner,” she offered.

Soarin shook his head as the waiter came over. “All finished?”

“Yeah,” Soarin told him. “We’ll have the cheque, if you don’t mind?”

Grey nodded as he picked up the plates with his magic. “Sure.”

“Hey, don’t worry, I’ll pay,” he said to Midnight who was in the middle of getting her wallet out.

“No, it’s fine, I mean, I showed you the place and just cause you’re a guy doesn’t mean you have to.”

They looked at each other, biting their lips.

“Alright fine, let’s just pay for our own,” she suggested whilst smiling.

“Sounds good to me.”

They walked back in silence, Soarin still unsure of what to say to her. She was an impressive mare, owning her own business and still having the grace of a Canterlot pony while being more down to earth then most unicorns who came from the capital city were.

It wasn’t until they reached the outside of Canterlot Castle that Midnight spoke. “I-I’m sorry, about tonight.”

Soarin blinked. Did she not have a good time? “Why?”

She blushed and avoided eye contact. “Well it was just awkward and I was kind of nervous and I couldn’t think of anything to say so we just sat there it seemed like and I didn’t want you to think I was boring or that I didn’t care,” she rushed out. “I do want to get to know you, because I like you.”

His heart cheered at her confession.

Soarin laughed a little and stepped closer, feeling the slight warmth of her body. “It’s all good. Honestly, I think second dates are the better ones.” He winked.

He felt accomplished when her green eyes lit up. “So, a second date?” she asked softly.

Soarin chuckled, tentatively touching her shoulder. “I’d like it. And then we could practice not being awkward together. It’ll be better,” he promised. “And yeah, a second date. Because I like you too, Midnight.”

Seriously, he truly did. Again, she was sweet and cute, elegant and classy, and so what if they liked different things? Opposites attract, right?

Faster then he could comprehend, Midnight reached up and placed a short kiss on his cheek. “I’ll send you a note with my address tomorrow, then. And we’ll find time.”

He grinned and nodded. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

She started to walk away, a slight bounce to her step. “I look forward to it!” she called, and with a flash of her magic, she was gone.

As he flew into the north wing, Soarin realized that Dash had not been on his mind in the last part of the night, and inwardly cheered. Maybe getting over her was possible.

He was so excited about the possibility that he didn’t notice that said pony was right in front of him, and he crashed right into her.

“Hey, what the...?” Dash steadied herself and relaxed when she saw who it was.

takes place during S9 E3, (Uprooted.) Dash is only in this one as a fantasy setting.

tell me how you feel about Midnight so far too :)

continuation of last chapter, so after S9 E3, (Uprooted.)

His breath quickened at the sight of her, but he ignored it and smiled on the inside, rather fond of her feistiness. In terms of personality, she and Midnight were nothing alike.

“I certainly hope you weren’t about to swear in Princess Celestia’s home,” Soarin teased.

Dash rolled her eyes, but he could see a small smile on her features. “Like you haven’t,” she retorted.

Soarin shrugged. “So, whatcha doing out here?”

“Just came back from Rarity’s room.” She snorted a little. “Keeps trying to set me up with all these stuck up stallions,” she told him. “Pictures and everything.”

He felt the familiar clench of jealousy roll over him, but he did his best to ignore it. “Any of them catch your eye?”

“As if,” she scoffed.

“Ah, none can match your awesomeness?” he asked sarcastically, although he wore a grin as he spoke.

A sparkle lit her eyes as a cocky smirk spread over her lips. “Correct.” She lowered herself to the floor as Soarin did the same. “So, uh, how was your... date?”

Should he...? Nah, he couldn’t tell her it was a little awkward. He was trying to move on, and for that he had to really act like he was. Fake it ‘till you make it, he reminded himself. “It was nice, actually,” he said, smiling a little as he thought of his enjoyable last conversation with Midnight. “I like her, she’s very sweet.” He smiled fondly.

For a moment, he swore a flicker of hurt crossed Dash’s face, and he cursed himself, never ever wanting to be the one who put that look there.

“That’s good, Clipper,” Dash said. “She seemed nice. And you know, Rarity told me she owns a jewelry business? Apparently they get along...”

Soarin nodded a bit too vigorously. “Yeah! She does, you know, she’s all of those things you just listed there...” he chuckled nervously.

Dash raised her brow, but a glint in her eye and the way she casually flipped her mane had seemed cool and nonchalant and unbothered and all the things he didn’t want her to be. He wanted her to be jealous. Wanted her to show it. But he knew he wouldn’t get that, because that was not Dash. “So, I guess... all the stuff from before...”

“You mean the whole thing at the end of the season...” he trailed off.

“Yeah,” she whispered and peered into him. “That’s all done. All done. Officially. It was never really, uh, official before, guess that’s why we crawled back to each other so soon after our little... uh, break ups or whatever, heh.”

He shrugged his shoulders and coughed. “Yeah, it’s all done, we are all done.” He found himself speaking a little louder to put an emphasis on the fact. The fact that he still found not wanting to be true.

They stood in silence for a couple moments, both still unable to really accept that their entire romance— the late night talks, the cider, the giggling and pranking, the whispers and secret kisses, those tired, tender words that were only uttered at night... they were all gone. Finished.

Feeling the sadness and disappointment wash over him, Soarin yawned loudly and felt the urge to go to bed and forget this conversation happened for awhile. “I do like Midnight,” he insisted quietly to himself. I like her, I like her, I like her. He repeated this because the want to follow Dash into her room and feel the warmth of her body pressed against his was starting to take it’s toll.

“I know.”

Shit. He hadn’t realized she heard him. He looked into her magenta orbs, glowing softly in the light. He swallowed back his wanting, forcing himself to stay still.

“So, I guess you’re...” She shook her head and blinked a couple times, her soft look replaced with an eager smile that he knew wasn’t real. “Heh, I guess we’re moving on.”

We’re... yeah, we’re moving on.

Those were words he didn’t want to hear. He didn’t want them to be over. For a long time, they were them. Rainbow Dash and Soarin. She was his pony, his confidant, his lover. He never knew he could love somepony as much as he loved her. As Fleetfoot had told him the other day that had secretly pleased him, “You guys are kind of like an epic love story.”

He didn’t know how much he had loved those words until now.

But they were moving on, and he had to face reality. We’re moving on. We’re moving on. I’m moving on. And I have Midnight Star.

Then why did he still want Rainbow Dash?

“We’re moving on,” he confirmed with a shake of his head. We’re moving on. “Things can go back to the way they were before.”

She bit her lip. “The way they were before, huh?”

He nodded.

A slow smile made it’s way onto her face and she tilted her head, looking adorable. “So we’re moving on,” she repeated. “And you have Midnight and I got a lot of shit, and you know, for the good of the team...”

He raised his eyebrows. “What’s on your mind, Crash?”

She cleared her throat. “We should be friends.”

“Uh, friends?” he echoed.

“Uh huh. You know, work friends. Friends that... hang out with our other friends and laugh at lame jokes and help each other with the other’s problems. Not the super close, tell each other everything friends, because Celestia knows that wasn’t the best decision.”

He forced a laugh, making patterns in the floor with his pale hoof. “Definitely. Just a whole lotta pain.”

He expected her to scoff at the idea of her feeling pain, but she didn’t. “Exactly. So we’re work friends. Who make small talk and discuss the weather.”

He couldn’t help but scrunch up his face at that.

Dash giggled. “It’s not the most appealing, I know, but we’re moving on, so it’s okay.”

He realized what she was doing— trying to find a loophole so that they could still speak and have more than just ‘good morning’ to say to one another. He liked the idea way more than he should have. “Well, it’s for the good of the team.” He smiled.

“Absolutely.”

We’re moving on. Good for the team. Ha, what a bunch of bullshit. At least for me. Soarin stuck out his left wing. “Alright, Rainbow Dash. We’re friends.”

Her wing enclosed in his and gave it a brief shake. “Friends.”

They tore apart and Dash turned away. “Goodnight, Clipper,” she bid.

“Goodnight, Crash.”

Walking around the corner to his room, he noticed Blaze wandering. She sometimes had trouble sleeping.

“Oh, hey Soarin,” she greeted simply.

He managed a weak smile, feeling his heart sink in his chest. We’re moving on.

When he didn’t reply, she frowned. “You alright?”

He didn’t want to pretend anymore, so he sighed. “No.”

“Oh, well, what’s up?” she asked casually, keeping her tone light.

He let a single tear roll down his cheek as he opened the door to his room. “We’re moving on,” he said.

We’re moving on.

takes place after S9 E5, The Point of No Return.)

also like to say that i’m gonna say about a week or at least a few days in between each episode of the show.

“Hey!” a voice called.

Soarin jumped and shot up, turning quickly. Upon seeing it was Midnight Star, he relaxed and folded his wings in, hitting the ground with a thud. “Oh, hey.” He grinned sheepishly.

“You’re very cute when you’re scared,” she mocked.

“I know,” he replied proudly, obviously teasing. “C’mon, everypony’s waiting inside for us,” he told her, moving to stand a little closer as they made their way into the building.

“Okay, you all know the rules of Twister,” Spitfire said, flying above everypony. They had just gotten acquainted with Midnight and were all ready to begin playing some games. “No pushing or shoving, and go exactly where the pony tells you to step, no exceptions! Unless you’re about to break a bone,” she explained.

Fleetfoot flew up to meet her friend and snatched the spinner from her. “Yeah, yeah, we know Cap,” she said with a wave of her hoof. Turning to face everypony else, she smiled widely. “Alright everyone! Get into pairs and let’s start. Blaze, you said you wanted to spin?”

Blaze nodded and grabbed the spinner. “Yeah, I’ll go first.”

“You guys have partners?” Midnight whispered.

Soarin nodded. “Yeah, makes it more fun. Hope you weren’t planning on going with anyone else,” he told her, standing up.

“Never.”

He saw everypony pair up. Spitfire and Fleetfoot, Surprise and High, Thunderlane and Dash, Misty and Blaze, Lightning and Rapid, Wave and Silver, and him and Midnight.

“Okay, decide who’s going first,” Fleetfoot instructed.

“I’ll go first, just so you get the lay of the land,” Soarin said into her ear, winking while Midnight giggled and blushed.

Spitfire, High Winds, Misty Fly, Lightning Streak, Silver and Rainbow Dash all got in place before the extra-big Twister mat.

“Alright, Lightning, right front hoof on blue,” Blaze called out.

Lightning followed and Blaze proceeded with the following ponies. “Misty Fly, back left hoof on green.”

Soon enough, they were all tangled up and struggling to stand. Misty and High Winds back and front hooves were intertwined with Lightning’s back hoof on green, right in between the two mares.
Dash was right in the middle of Spitfire and Silver Zoom, and awkwardly had to bend her head while Spitfire’s hoof had to go over her delicate blue neck. Dash’s left front hoof and right back were also the farthest they could possibly be apart diagonally from each other and she was slightly shaking holding the position.

As for Soarin? Well, he was right across from Dash, no circles in between them, with only one hoof crossed with Misty Fly and a hind leg a step behind him. He had been very lucky and gotten rather boring demands.

“Okay, Clipper!” Blaze called.

“Why does he get all the easy ones?” Fleetfoot wailed, watching Spitfire intently. “C’mon Cap, don’t let me down!”

Spitfire’s orange eyes moved to Fleetfoot and let out an irritated growl. “Flatfoot, shut up.”

“I haven’t said where he was going,” Blaze interrupted.

Soarin bit his lip and glanced at Midnight, who was watching while maintaining a conversation with Rapidfire. Soarin smiled at her and she smiled back.

“Bring it on, Blaze,” he called in a bored tone.

“Alright! Okay, right front hoof on yellow.”

Soarin looked down and ahead, a feeling of dread mixed with happiness taking place as he breathed in and out, taking a step and placing his hoof in between Dash’s, having to lean forward slightly.
Work friends were not supposed to be this close.

“Okay, Rainbow Dash, front left hoof on green,” Blaze announced.

A slight blush filled Dash’s cheeks as she moved her hoof underneath Soarin’s body and let out a sigh of relief at not having her hooves so widely separated. “You sure you read that right, Blaze?” she groaned uncomfortably. “Why did I even agree to play this?”

“Cause I made you!” Surprise called from her spot across the room.

“She made you?” Soarin whispered as Blaze told Spitfire to move somewhere.

“Said she’d pin me down and force feed me pie,” Dash muttered. “If it was anypony else then Surprise, I wouldn’t have bought into it.”

Suddenly, she wobbled as Spitfire slowly dragged a hind leg around, but was understandingly unable to hold her position, causing her to fall and Dash to come with her. Dash’s mane resembled a bed head as she got out from underneath Spitfire and Soarin was reminded of the way her hair looked after they had gotten, well, busy.
Her bangs matted a little to one side while the bottom part was curled with forming knots. She almost never brushed her hair and usually let the pillow or towel style it. Thinking about how she looked after sex was not a good idea, because now he could picture how she looked during sex, and he was not supposed to imagine other mares in bed because he had a possible marefriend, and he was going to try not to ruin it.

“Spits, Crash, you’re out,” Blaze said.

Soarin laughed a little as both mares complained under their breath about the ridiculous yet fun game.
“Nice job, Spitfire,” Fleet said playfully and sarcastically.

“It should not be allowed to be a game,” Spit grumbled, sitting down.

In the next two minutes, Blaze had directed Lightning to a spot that had him, Misty, and High Winds all on the floor, resulting with all of them out.

“Down to Silver Zoom and Soarin, who will win? Find out next on Wonderbolt Twister!” Fleetfoot and Surprise shouted.

Him and Silver listened to Blaze, and eventually got closer and closer until their bodies were very closely intertwined, legs shaking as they struggled to hold up.

“Ten bits says Silver wins!” Misty Fly called.

Lightning waved a hoof. “Nah, fifteen says Soarin does.”

“Shut up!” Blaze yelled jokingly and resumed spinning. “Soarin, back left hoof on yellow,” she instructed.

He squinted as he slowly tried to gravitate towards the spot. Almost there, almost there, almost there... and yeah! Wait, crap, dammit. Unable to take it anymore, Soarin’s legs gave out and he fell down, with Silver stumbling but managing to stay upright.

Upon looking up, a cocky smile spread across the older Wonderbolt’s grey face. “And all you young say I’m the one who needs to work on my... whatcha call it?” He waved his hoof dramatically. “Stance, posture, flexibility?”

Rolling his eyes goodheartedly, Soarin chuckled. “Good job, Zoom.”

“Okay, one point for Wave and Silver!” Blaze announced and drew a tally across their spot on the chalkboard.

“Yay! Second round, Spit, watch how it’s done by the master,” Fleetfoot announced, quickly stretching her legs.

Soarin thought of a comeback, but couldn’t say it. Fleetfoot actually was one of the best players he’d ever seen at this game. She had always been very weirdly flexible.

Walking over to Midnight, he gave an encouraging smile. “You ready?”

She bit her lip. “Gosh, all you guys are athletes,” she murmured.

Soarin smirked as he saw Rainbow watch them out of the corner of her eye, while also maintaining casual conversation with High Winds and Spitfire. “You’ll get a very nice prize if you can win,” he murmured back.

Midnight’s ears perked up and a cute blush formed on her cheeks. “I- I... uh,” she mumbled, looking away.

He kept on pursuing, trying to prove to Dash that he was over her. He wasn’t, but he could try nonetheless. “Too forward?”

Shaking her head, Midnight regained her confidence and shoved him playfully. “On the other hoof, that gives me a lot of motivation.”

Everypony, lined up and Misty began to call out colours and hooves. Quick you the team and Midnight became entangled with one another, though they had stretched and managed to retain their stances for quite a few minutes longer than their partners.

“Come on Thunder! Hold it!” Dash yelled.

Soarin winced as he saw his black teammate struggling, but Dash seemed to have the effect on ponies that had them pushing themselves and trying harder. She was inspiring. Don’t think about that, Soarin.

Midnight was intertwined with Blaze and Wave, her left and right hooves on the opposite ends and locking awkwardly.

He saw her look up at him, pale green eyes anxiously staring him down and a shaky smile on her face.

‘You can do it,’ he mouthed to her, which seemed to calm her a little and she let out so,e air she had been keeping in her lungs.

In the next fifteen minutes, Rapidfire, Blaze, Thunderlane and Wave Chill had all fell, leaving Fleetfoot and Midnight.

“Pretty impressive for a unicorn,” Rainbow whispered to him, sweet breath on his ear.

Maintaining his composure and keeping his gaze on the unicorn, he nodded. “Definitely.”

“Okay, Fleetfoot, back right hoof on red.”

Soarin his a smile as his friend, in the position of a bridge and her left back hoof on blue, attempted Misty’s instruction.

“Oh come on, Fleet, don’t let me down,” Spitfire repeated sarcastically, barely paying attention and sitting next to Wave Chill.

Fleetfoot muttered to herself and made her way over. “Yeah!” she exclaimed triumphantly. Then her front hooves gave out and she fell with a thud and groan.

“Okay, one point for Midnight Star and Soarin!” Misty announced.

Fleetfoot continued to lay there while Soarin made his way toward the mat and stopped in front of Midnight, a content look on her face. Thieir eyes locked and Soarin took the initiative, drawing her face closer and planting his mouth on hers, kissing her softly, tasting something grape-like on her lips.
He felt guilty for missing the taste and scent of vanilla.

Midnight kissed him back for a short moment before pulling away and staring up at him.

“Woo! That’s my man!” Lightning and Rapid called.

He broke into a little smile and yawned.

Blaze helped Fleetfoot off the floor and looked around. “Anypony up for another game?”

Soarin shook his head. “Nah, I’m uh, gonna head home.” He and Midnight had made a plan to let her stay the night and spend the day together tomorrow. She would simply cast a spell to allow her to walk on clouds.

“Somepony might want to take Crash to her room,” Wave pointed out, pointing to the prismatic mare who was curled up and snoring a little, her bangs covering her eyes.

Soarin stepped forward and sighed. “I’ll do it.” Would Midnight be upset?

Midnight stepped up as well. “I’ll come with you.” Lifting Dash with her magic, she placed her on Soarin’s back and he walked carefully back to the bedroom they normally all shared.

“You care about her, don’t you?” Midnight asked casually.

Soarin nodded. “Well, yeah. She’s my teammate. Plus, she’s saved my life a few times, hard not to like the pony who did that for you,” he replied equally casually, hoping she couldn’t detect any affection in his voice.

“Hey, you said that in your interview with Trenderhoof...”

His brows raised as he turned to her, a grin on his face. “I’m touched, Midnight,” he told her playfully as he stopped beside Dash’s bed. “Be careful. She gets annoyed if you wake her up, not that much does,” he chuckled as Dash was magically lifted and set on her bed.

Midnight blushed and rolled her eyes. “Well, I- I figured I should know something about you.”
Taking notice that Dash might get cold, Soarin took the covers in his mouth and gently draped them over her body, a content smile now resting on her face.

After one last look to make sure she was alright, he turned to Midnight and waved a hoof. “Come on, let’s go.”

She nodded and frowned a little, glancing between him and Dash. He cursed himself— did she figure it out? He shouldn’t tell her, who would approve of the guy they had a thing formerly being linked to his teammate, his co-worker, his friend? No mare in her right mind that is.

But him and Dash were moving on, which means they had, no, needed a clean slate. And that meant not lying to the girl he liked, that once made Dash disappear from his mind for a little bit. Once.

He would tell her when they got to his house. That way he could think up a way to explain it, one that hopefully wasn’t messy. He needed a simple one. Surely the pretty, sophisticated pony had been with another guy. He didn’t have to feel bad about him and Rainbow Dash, except he did.
Because not only were they having sex, she had saved his life, he would always be grateful to her. Not to mention they had been super close friends and then secret lovers, and then they had both fallen in love and he had in no way fallen out of it. Okay, maybe he didn’t need to tell her that.

Okay, just tell her you used to kind of like one another and had a bit of a fling, don’t open your mouth and spill everything. Star does not drive me crazy or turn me on so badly and make it hard to breathe every time I look at her. I wish she did, but she doesn’t.

They arrived at his house after her levitating herself for part of the distance and then Soarin helping her jump the small distance from cloud to cloud.

“Wow, I thought it’d be...”

He nudged her slightly. “Bigger?”

Sheepishly, she nodded and turned to him, making her way up the steps as she did so. “Yeah, gotta stop making assumptions about celebrities. I mean, you’re great and sweet and talented,” she complimented.

Aw, fuck. Now he really had to tell her. This girl that was elegant and sweet and was sincere and didn’t brag about herself. This girl who hadn’t saved his life and did not have a lot of common interests and couldn’t match him in ability, who wasn’t as adventurous.
He could keep this girl. I like her, I like her, I like her.

“Thanks,” he said. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

He fished out the key and inserted it into the lock, opening the door and welcomed her in.
She looked around at his simple living room, a couple pictures of the team, a couple fans that he had enjoyed meeting, his family, and one with him, Spitfire and Fleetfoot when they were all awkward teenagers.

All the ones he had of Rainbow he had in the bottom of his drawer in a spare room, not ready to part with them. And for the record, these were photos that were taken by them or somepony. He was not a weirdo who took photos of unsuspecting mares.

Stop thinking about Dash. We’re moving on, he reminded himself. Now tell her.

“Star,” he started, “I need to tell you something. About me.” He craned his neck and looked at her eyes.

She bit her lip and nodded, motioning towards the couch. “Okay. Is it, uh...” she fiddled with her tail for a bit before looking Soarin straight in the eye, “Is it about you and Rainbow Dash?”

He blinked, taking a seat beside her and nodding dumbly. “Yeah.”

obvious continuation of the last chapter, so after S9 E5, (Uprooted.)

“Okay,” Midnight managed, eyes darting around. “What is it?”

Soarin sighed. “I don’t want to upset you,” he told her.

She sighed and made herself more comfortable. “My friend is a huge fan of yours. You don’t think she’s ever talked about what great friends you seemed of how you two would make a good couple?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I keep forgetting that.”

She didn’t say anything and a slightly awkward silence settled over them.

“Dash and I were really good friends for a while,” Soarin started. “And then one day, after we had been in a bit of an argument for a couple weeks, she came here and we apologized. We ended up hanging out and~”

“Soarin... I don’t want to be rude, but I don’t want to hear your whole story about you and her,” Midnight said quietly. “Please.”

He sighed, understanding where she was coming from. “Okay, so basically, we slept together. And then we finally confessed that we liked each other. I had liked her for a year and a bit.

Wincing as he heard Midnight’s sharp intake of breath, he continued, “So for about... six months we had a fling. No official relationship, but we really liked one another, and spent a lot of time together.”

“So you... slept together more than once?”

He bit his lip. “Yeah, we did.” And I still want to again.

“But... it’s over?” she asked, finally gathering the courage to look at him again.

Unfortunately. “Yes,” he confirmed and gave a hopefully convincing smile. “It’s over. It was over before I met you,” he lied. Technically, it was. But also technically, it was not. Because they had slept together again. But he would not say that.

Midnight hesitantly placed a hoof on his. “I don’t want to be pushy... but I saw the way she looked at you a couple times this evening... And the way you looked at her, Soarin. Like you were someone she would do anything to protect.”

He hoped the darkness hid the blush on his cheeks. Did Dash still care about him as he did her? He hated himself for hoping so, especially when a different mare was in his home.

“Dash and I took our time and we’ve agreed to be work friends,” he found himself saying. “She is somepony I care about, and we do have a history,” Soarin pointed out. “But we, or at least Idon’t feel that way about her anymore,” he lied once again. You liar. You awful, horrible liar. “She’s just a friend and my teammate.” He said this more for himself then for Midnight’s benefit.

After a couple more minutes of silence, her mouth appeared in front of his. “Soarin, thank you.”

“For what?” he whispered against her mouth, brushing their lips together. It didn’t feel right. He wanted somepony else, but it was still nice.

“I’m not always the most confident,” she admitted, hooves hooking around his neck. “I’m not like Rainbow Dash or Spitfire or Rarity~”

Soarin pressed a wingtip to her mouth. Even if what she was saying was true, he didn’t want her to talk bad about herself. “Shush. You’re you. And I like you, Midnight Star.” He smiled and kissed her again. “I like you just the way you are.”

She smiled back and let him press his lips to her shoulder. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said huskily. Would they go all the way tonight? Maybe sex would get his mind off a certain cocky pony.

They made out for a few more minutes, hooves slowly exploring while a couple quiet moans escaped their lips. This was nothing like kissing Dash— this was slow and repetitive. Nice, but amazing? No.

“I,” she panted and drew away. “Not yet,” she whispered. “Just... not yet, okay?”

He nodded, still a little disappointed. He wanted to forget everything and have a night of fun with the mare he liked. Soarin stroked her mane and placed a kiss on her cheek. “Okay. Come on, let’s go to sleep.”

She stood up and looked up his staircase. “You’re going to your room?”

He blinked. “You want to stay down here or in a spare room?” Truthfully, he wanted her in the same bed as him. Even if they just slept soundly next to one another, it would be comforting.

“Well, if you want me to...”

She was definitely shyer, but that made her cute in her own way. He realized he might have had to take more of the reigns. “Personally? I would like you to stay with me,” he confessed and joined her at the bottom of the staircase. “But if you aren’t comfortable with that, then~”

He paused when a grin lit up her green eyes. He missed magenta. No, no you don’t.

He did.

“I’d like to stay with you.”

A nice feeling washed over him. “Good. Come on.”

Midnight followed him up the stairs and into Soarin’s room, that was kept nicely organized partly due to the fact that he wasn’t there very often.

“There’s hardly anything in here,” she exclaimed.

He shrugged and walked over to the dark blue bed. “I’m here maybe one or two weeks at the most every month. So...”

“Workaholic, huh?”

He chuckled and got into bed. “Something like that.”

Midnight climbed in on the other side. “I can relate. Honestly, I’m so tired from work today, so many...”

Soarin smirked and turned to face her. “Stuck up ponies?”

She cringed slightly before nodding a little and laying her head on the pillow. “A little.”

“Ah don’t worry, you’re different.” He smiled. Soarin remembered all the times he did this with Dash. All the nights they’d stay up talking and laughing. They could discuss anything and voice their opinions and even if they had a different point of view, it would be alright.

And just for a moment, he let himself pretend that she was there, brushing her wings along his side as he made up some ridiculous story that she played along to. Celestia did he miss her. No, no you don’t. He just had to lie to himself. Because they were done and moving on and work friends who talked about the weather.

Midnight yawned and kissed him. She tasted strongly of grapes. “Goodnight, Soarin.”

“Night Soar,” she mumbled into his ear.

“Goodnight, Star.”

She fell asleep before him, and in his heart, Soarin knew this wasn’t right.

takes place after S9 E6, (Common Ground.)

“Oh, hey Clipper,” Dash greeted, walking into the room they all shared. She set her things down and walked over to him.

He looked up from the newspaper he was reading and nodded. “Hey Crash. How’d the buckball game go?” he asked.

She grinned wildly. “Well, AJ couldn’t come this time, so she asked me to check out some museum dedicated to the sport. And, guess who I ran into!”

He inwardly did a ‘d’aww’ at her excitement. She was too adorable sometimes, not that he would ever tell her.

“Oh please, Soarin. I am not a cute pony.”

“You are, Dashie, like it or not,” he teased.

“Hmm... Wind Rider? Princess Celestia? Miss Harshwhinny? Discord?” he rattled off.

She chuckled. “Quibble Pants.”

The guy who she had bonded and gone on a crazy awesome adventure with? Why couldn’t it be somepony Dash didn’t like? Why did it have to be her guy friend who she enjoyed hanging out with?

“How’s he?” he asked instead.

“Well, he showed up because his marefriend’s daughter is totally into sports. He got me to try and help turn him into some kind of athlete.” She snickered and looked at him with those beautiful eyes. “Lemme tell ya, total lost cause. For pony’s sake, he’s be just as bad, if not worse than Rarity. And that’s saying something.”

He was lost in his thoughts as a small pinch of relief set in. Dash’s good friend who she had bonded with and liked to spend time with had a marefriend?
Yes! I mean, damn, they’d be cute. Oh shut up, you don’t mean that at all.
He never used to be the stallion who talked to himself.

A cyan hoof was in front of his eyes a second later. “Uh, Soarin? You good?” Dash’s raspy voice asked, snapping him back to reality.

Shaking his head and blinking rapidly, he nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry. So uh, her daughter like him now or no?”

“Eventually, not at first though. His first attempt to bond with her was getting her a sport’s almanac.”

He finally cracked a smile. “I’m sure his daughter was so very impressed,” he told Dash, voice full of sarcasm.

She played right back and did a little sexy wink. “You bet. Every young filly’s dream to own one,” she joked. They both smiled contently at one another, a little sigh even escaping Soarin’s mouth as he looked at her.

Her mane actually brushed, her cyan coat was clean and bright, and oh lord, still, those eyes got him every darn time. Pretty, shimmering in the faint glow of the sun.
Rainbow Dash was gorgeous.

Realizing he’d been admiring her, he tore his gaze away and stood up. “So, uh, the weather’s great today, huh?”

“The weather? You know we weren’t— oh,” she gave a coy smile. “Yes, absolutely awesome.”

Checking the time and seeing it was 4, he gave a little squeak. “Horse feathers,” he muttered and grabbed his bag.

“Woah, what’s the rush?” she asked.

“Ah, gotta fly down and grab a train to Canterlot. I’m meeting Midnight since I haven’t seen her in a couple weeks.”

Dash’s smile unmistakably faltered and she gave a nod . “Okay, have fun.”

He nodded at her before flying out the door.

“Okay, okay, I know it isn’t Hoof’s Galore, but you’ll like it here, I promise,” Soarin said eagerly and uncovered Midnight’s eyes, revealing a Saddle Arabian themed restaurant.

Midnight tilted her head glanced back at him. “The Tasty Treat?”

Soarin began walking forward. “Yeah, has Rarity ever mentioned it to you? Her and Pinkie Pie apparently helped save them from going out of business by reuniting the father and daughter, Coriander and Saffron,” he explained and opened the door for her.

As soon as they stepped in, they were hit by the delicious aroma of food, specifically curry, soups, and other heavenly spiced dishes.

“No, actually, she hasn’t,” Midnight said. “I’ve heard of it though, but I guess I just never got around to it, even though Copper keeps begging me to go with her, I guess I don’t have the time these days,” she sighed. “But we’re here now.”

Dash would have made time for her friends, he thought. Her friends were the most important ponies in her life. Oh stop it, Star’s busy. She still cares. She cares. She’s very sweet. And sweet ponies care.

“Hello, welcome to The Tasty Treat! Table for two?” a pale tangerine coloured unicorn with a curly purple mane questioned. Suddenly, her eyes widened. “Soarin of The Wonderbolts? It’s great to have you here again. Are you here with Rainbow— oh, hi,” she said sheepishly and waved at Midnight. “Sorry. I’m Saffron.”

Midnight nodded. “Midnight Star. Nice to meet you.”

He chuckled awkwardly. “It’s nice to see you too, and as usual, can you... keep me being here on the down low?”

“Oh, of course,” she replied. “Follow me.” She lead them to a round table in a corner of the restaurant and placed two colourful menus in front of them. Once they were seated, she started speaking. “I’ll be back in ten minutes to take your order, but can I start you off with any drinks?”

Midnight shook her head and motioned to the water that was already there. “I’m okay with water, thank you.”

“Me as well,” Soarin agreed.

“I’ll be right back with that.”

After she was gone, the two looked at their menus while holding a conversation. “How’d you know about Pinkie Pie and Rarity helping this place out?” Midnight asked, taking a sip of the water.

“Hmm? Oh, Dash told me,” he explained. “Me and some of the team have all been here since she told us.”

“Including just you and Rainbow Dash, huh?” his marefriend noted, a harshness to her tone he had never heard before.

Biting his lip, Soarin set the menu down and stared daggers at Midnight until she looked at him as well. “Come on, Star, me taking you here has nothing to do with me and Rainbow Dash.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
He had never seen her become annoyed so quickly. Well, he’d never seen her annoyed before at all.

Kinda, yeah. “Yes,” he said seriously. “I’ve been here with Spitfire, Wave Chill, Surprise, everypony. I was even visiting Fire Streak here the last time I was in Canterlot. It’a not some special place where Dash and I spent all our time together while sharing a milkshake from the same glass.” Huffing, he reached for his menu and resumed reading. He was trying with Midnight and while he knew jealousy was normal and understandable, he felt a little annoyed with her doubting him. She has a right to be, his conscious pointed out.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I hate coming off as jealous.”

Deciding that he wanted the Dahl, Soarin placed his menu on the table and looked at her again. “It’s okay. I- I understand.”

Midnight bit her lip. “Really, I shouldn’t have. Rainbow’s your friend and I should trust you.”

“Yes, but I get it. I work with the girl I used to really like.”

“Yeah but you don’t anymore, which means I shouldn’t have said that,” she argued.

“Seriously, Midnight, it’s okay~”

“No it isn’t.”

“Yes it is.”

She narrowed her eyes. “No.”

“Yes,” he interjected, copying her action.

When she didn’t respond with a ‘no’, Soarin opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted with Saffron coming back. “Have you two decided yet?”

“Oh, I’ll have the lentil Dahl please,” Soarin told her, folding up the sheet up paper.

“Me too,” Midnight said, also giving back the menu.

Saffron nodded, jotting down the orders. “Okay, sounds good. Your food will be ready in about fifteen to twenty minutes.”

“Thank you,” Midnight told her kindly as she walked away.

Soarin faced Midnight and grinned. “So, how ‘bout we just forget that little spat?” he suggested.

“Absolutely,” she replied, grinning as well.

“You liked it, right?” Soarin questioned now back at Midnight’s classy home. It didn’t have much and was mainly made up of white, with a pink or golden colour poking out somewhere. He found himself reminiscing of Dash’s home, which was so her and filled up with memories and love.

“Obviously. I ate the whole thing,” she said, moving closer to him.

He chuckled. “True.”

The two just stared at one another for some time, before Star came close and whispered into his ear, “You know, it’s been a couple weeks and now that we’re official, maybe we could get to know one another more... intimately,” she breathed, sending a spark of pleasure up Soarin’s spine.

Letting out a breath, he gave her mischievous smile and sauntered over to her room, turning his head. “Let’s go.”

She was in there with him a moment later and she nudged Soarin onto the bed, and happily let him roll over on top of her while their mouths met, exchanging what should have been heart quickening hot kisses. But he only felt pleasure from the act of her soft lips pressed against his, and not of the emotional connection he was making. He had never really had an emotional connection when having sex with mares, and he was always okay with that, until a certain somepony came and changed his mind...

He remembered their conversation earlier and wished that he was back there, talking about the weather, no matter how boring that topic was. He just wanted to be in her presence. After all this, he still missed her with a jagged pain that had him gasp when Midnight used her magic to flip them over and began to kiss his neck and all the way down to his stomach.

Despite Soarin’s thoughts of somepony else, his body still reacted positively, and he did his best to focus on Midnight, who was coming closer and closer to his penis, waiting for it to go fully erect before she pressed her mouth onto it. Coming back to the present, Soarin felt a little tingle and tried to let himself relax, wrapping his hooves around Midnight’s neck as she quickly started to suck him off. Her warm mouth and tongue slid up his dick smoothly and she pumped him, while Soarin began to really feel the overwhelming sensations and laid his head back, hips thrusting.

“Midnight,” he moaned. At least he said the right name.

Dash was the best he would ever have, but that didn’t stop Soarin’s marefriend from being amazing at giving a hot blowjob.

“I‘ve wanted to do this for a while,” she admitted shyly, coming back up and smiling at him, bits of pre-cum dripping from her mouth.

“You’ve kept me waiting long enough,” he mused, staring at her.

She grinned and licked her lips. “Not anymore.” With that, she ducked her head down again and quickly took him into her mouth, pacing herself so she could readily take all of him.

She sucked slowly at first. Soarin knew it was Midnight Star giving him this amazing feeling, this pleasurable, tingling sensation that would soon have him gasping. It was Midnight Star whom he had met and once made him forget about Dash. Who owned a successful jewelry business and was fun and sweet and and shy relatively easy to get along with. The unicorn mare that liked him and he could happily go on dates with.
The mare that did not drive him crazy and fill him with adoration and a wanting to be around her all the time.

“You like that?” Midnight cooed and went right back to swishing her tongue around the backside of his penis.

“Mmhmm,” he ground out, jerking his hips to the movement.

Midnight Star was the mare who did not turn him on and bring out his lustful side.

And so for the last few moments of her hard work, Soarin did a slutty thing and let himself imagine that he was with Rainbow Dash.

“Oh, oh god...” he moaned. “Yes, yes... fuck yes!” he yelped, his hips jerking up as ejaculate a hot out and down the pink pony’s throat.

It was Rainbow, Rainbow who had just sucked him off and was gazing up at him with a sultry smirk, about to flirt with him and make him smile.

“You go into cardiac arrest or something, Soar?” she teased, crawling back up his body. “I get it if you did, but I’m not finished yet.”

“How was that?”

His brain paused. Right.
Not Dash.
Midnight.

Soarin managed a grin. After all, the feeling in his loins was great and she had created it. “Let me give you something in return,” he said cheekily.

Her green eyes narrowed as she pressed a hard kiss to his mouth. “Maybe later. Right now,” she whispered into his ear. “I want you inside.” She grinned as she gently placed him back laying down on the bed and expertly mounted him, pelvises touching.

“I... can’t complain about that now, can I?” Soarin grinned. “But you are letting me pay you back.”

“Can’t wait,” she quipped.

It was silent for a moment. And then her flank rose up and she adjusted her bottom so her wet marehood circled along his cock, making him bite his lip with anticipation. “I gotta warn you, Star, I’m not very patient in the bedroom.”

She giggled and with another breath, let herself drop and her warm walls slid over him in one quick motion.

“Oh,” she moaned as she expanded to allow all of him in.

He was lying down and looking at her, her pale pink coat flushed and her white curled mane tilted back, eyes fluttering. Not right, not right, not right. He ignored that sense and coyly smiled up at Star, trying to feel in his head what his muscles felt.

Then her hips began to move, and he sighed, the goodness washing over him like a wave. Sex was still great and Soarin lost himself, closing his eyes and sighing. “Oh!”

Her riding became harder as she increased her pace, bringing herself down and letting their crotches slap wetly in a nice rut hum, daring to go faster and faster. “Oh shit, shit, Soarin.”

Did she...have no hold? A part of him felt cocky for making her feel good so quickly as she pounded onto him harder and harder, showing no signs of slowing down.

He closed his eyes as part of his brain began to explode slowly, images of him and Dash coming to mind.

“Come on, Soar, harder,” she moaned, biting her lip.

He picked up his pace, thrusting deeper and smirked when he felt her walls began to clamp down. Dash. Dash whom he loved and adored.

Soarin opened his eyes wearily and glanced up to see the mare on top of him. She was not Dash. Not Dash, not Dash, not Dash. He sucked in some air. Not right, not right, not right. This was not right. He couldn’t do this.

“Midnight,” he panted.

“Yes?” she breathed.

He sighed and forced himself up, ignoring the splendid feeling. “Please stop.”

She didn’t but slowed a little and tilted her head. “What? Why?”

“I— Just, please stop and get off,” he repeated.

Her movements stopped and she climbed off, a confused and embarrassed expression on her muzzle. “I thought you were enjoying it... did I offend you?”

Standing up shakily, Soarin shook his head and smiled faintly. “No, not at all.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

His stomach filled with nerves as he thought of what to say. He was never the best liar, only capable of it convincingly on occasions. Like when he said he was over Dash. “It didn’t feel right.” He spoke clearly.

His heart lurched at the crestfallen look she gave him, hurt and frustrated tears coming to her eyes. “I- I don’t understand.”

“I’m sorry,” he said sympathetically. He didn’t want to hurt her, never wanted to. But he was.

A few tears fell. “Is it me?”

He shook his head. “I...”

“If it really isn’t me, then what is it? You? Just not in the mood? Or were you thinking of somepony else?”

His mouth was open to try to explain, but as she asked the last one, he shut it.

Her face changed to an angry one. “Somepony else. You were thinking of another pony.”

“What? No, I~”

“Don’t lie to me. It was Rainbow Dash, wasn’t it?” She glared and those green eyes didn’t seem so cute anymore.

Soarin sighed. He had to say no. He needed to be over Dash. “Seriously, Midnight, it wasn’t.”

“Every time you mention her... there’s some look in your eye or some smile that doesn’t appear when you talk about any other female,” she accused. “You still like her. Don’t you?” She took a step towards him, daring Soarin to answer.

Deny, deny, deny. “No.”

She scoffed. “Unbelievable,” she muttered.

“You have to trust me, I wasn’t thinking about her,” he protested. Don’t trust me, Star.

“Please leave.”

That was fast.

He blinked. “What?”

“Go. Stay somewhere else. Go be with your one true love,” she snapped.

He glowered. “I came all the way here to see you.”

“Oh don’t get angry with me,” she hissed. “Now please. Leave.”

Soarin stopped arguing and backed down. He had no right to be angry at her. She was right in every way. And it was upsetting him that no matter how many mares he dated or liked, he would never seem to get completely over Rainbow Dash.

“Alright,” he agreed. “But this isn’t over.” He walked towards the bedroom window and opened it up. “Because I really do care about you.”

Needing to blow off some steam, he started the long journey back to Headquarters.

continuation of last chapter, so takes place after S9 E6, (Common Ground.)

“So... basically you told her to stop mid sex?” Fleetfoot asked again.

Soarin gulped down some cider. “Yep.”

“Because it didn’t feel right,” Wave repeated.

The noise of the bar drowned out their conversation to any other ponies. “Yep,” Soarin confirmed, finishing his drink.

“Why are you with her again?” Spitfire questioned, downing her drink as well.

Soarin had flown all the way back to Cloudsdale after the awful incident with Midnight Star. Since they didn’t have practice the next day, he had flown straight to the bar where he knew his teammates would be and had taken a place right next to Wave Chill, ordering an apple cider.

Getting more frustrated as the night carried on, Soarin had started talking quietly to Wave, and eventually Fleetfoot and Spitfire too, while the other ‘Bolts had headed home or back to HQ. Dash had stayed with them, enjoying some non-alcoholic cider as she was the team’s watch out for the night, making sure everypony got home safely.

“Hmm? I don’t know...” Soarin sighed and cast a glance at Dash, who had brought Fluttershy along and was talking to her. “I liked her. I thought she was cute. After our... our first date, she kind of made me forget about Dash for couple minutes. And she’s my marefriend and I care about her.”

Wave patted his back. “Not like you care about Crash.”

“No,” he agreed sourly. “I still love her.”

“Obviously,” Fleet muttered and Spitfire elbowed her.

“Look, Soarin, maybe we should get out of here. Get some sleep,” Spitfire suggested.

He shook his head. “No, I wanna stay here.”

“I’m going, I’m exhausted,” Fleetfoot said. “I’ll see you later, Clipper.”

After blinking a few times, Soarin nodded and placed his chin on the counter. “Okay.”

“Guess we’ll stay here,” Spit muttered.

Wave shook his head and gave his girlfriend a squeeze. “Nah, I’ll watch him for a bit. You go with Fleetfoot.”

“You sure?” Spitfire tilted her headed. “I don’t mind.”

Wave smirked. “Me either. Go on, I’ll see you soon.”

She nodded her fiery head sleepily and headed to the door, without bidding Soarin a goodbye.
“I’m here Clipper,” Wave said and sat beside his friend.

Soarin, finished with the drinks but too lazy to move, just nodded solemnly and the two friend sat in silence, music playing around them.

It was two in the morning, and Wave had long left. So had Fluttershy. Dash had finally convinced Soarin to get out and now the two were sitting together on the side of a cloud road.

“What happened? Why aren’t you with Midnight Star?” Dash asked him eventually.

Rubbing his temples, Soarin let out another sigh. He seemed to sigh a lot these days. “You don’t want to know.”

“Yes I do,” Dash insisted. “That’s why I asked.”

Soarin looked over her slightly blurry figure. He could only make out her large, concerned eyes. “Seriously, Rainbow Dash, I don’t think you do,” he pressed back.

“Soarin, we’re friends. Work friends. We discuss the weather and help each other with our problems.” She nudged him a little. “You can tell me.”

Dash was a stubborn mare. Especially when it came to ponies she cared about, and Soarin knew that, despite his foggy mind. He had to get used to being work friends. “We were having a good time, I took her out to dinner and everything,” he started slowly.

“Alright,” she said patiently.

“And then we went back to her house and we were kissing. She gave me a blowjob.” He cringed when he heard Dash slowly exhale and bite her lip. “And then we were doing it and I told her to stop.”

Dash took another breath. “You told her to stop?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

“Why?” she murmured very quietly.

“I was tired and not feeling it,” he lied. This was necessary. He couldn’t tell his work friend it was because he had wanted to be doing her instead. That was inappropriate. “Anyway, she was convinced that it was because I was thinking of somepony else.”

“Were you?” Dash was never one to beat around the bush. Usually. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that right now.

“No,” he lied again with a dismissive tone. “But,” he added, “She thought I was thinking about you.”

Letting out a nervous chuckle, Dash coughed a few times. “You told her that wasn’t true, right?”

“Obviously, because it wasn’t,” he told her shakily. “But she wouldn’t believe me. Told me to leave.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah.”

Again, they sat in a silence, Dash tapping her hoof while Soarin got up and paced around.

Finally, she said, “I’ll talk to Midnight.”

He looked up. “What?”

She shrugged and smiled. “I’ll talk to her. Tell her that it was just a fling.”

“I already told her that,” he grumbled.

Dash’s lips parted. “You... told her?”

He shrugged. “Just that we used to like each other and we had a six month fling.” He tried to make it sound like it was no big deal.

She nodded slowly. “Right. Okay. Look, Applejack asked me to come along with her to Manehattan to see Coloratura and her aunt and uncle. If Midnight’s there, I’ll go talk to her.”

“Really Dash?” he asked hopefully. Truthfully, Soarin wasn’t sure about his relationship with Midnight.
But he figured he should not give up just yet.

“Yeah. You like her, don’t you?”

He bit his lip and then shook his head. “Yeah, I do.” He did. He genuinely did. Midnight was sweet and funny, a good kisser, and classy. Everything a stallion looked for usually. She treated him well and was very considerate, while usually managing to be confident. But how he liked her was just a crush— and usually once ponies saw the not so great side, their crushes faded. Maybe that’s why he would learn to be okay if things didn’t work out. “But you don’t have to. I should try myself.”
Things were confusing. He was talking to the one he loved about fixing a relationship with the one he didn’t love… Soarin thought that punching dummies and eating pie sounded like a good activity for tomorrow. Even if he had a hangover. Well, at least he had plans. Sad plans, but plans nonetheless. Spit was right, I am a loser.

“Soarin,” she said softly, coming closer to him. “You deserve to be happy. And she seems really nice. So I’m gonna talk to her, whether you like it or not,” Dash insisted.

Despite it all, he found himself smiling. No pony was like her. I adore you, he thought. “Why are you doing this, Dash?”

She chuckled and began to fly in the direction of HQ. “Because we’re friends.”

takes place during S9 E9, (Sweet and Smoky.)

Soarin,

Come to Canterlot whenever you have time. My shop is a few blocks away from Canterlot Carousel. Rainbow Dash talked to me, so let’s give this another try.

- Midnight Star

Upon receiving her short note, Soarin had luckily been in Canterlot for a show and was now flying off to Starry Jewels, Midnight’s store.

Locating Rarity’s boutique from above, Soarin flew west, eyes flitting over ponies walking the streets with a walk only ponies if Canterlot seemed to have, sitting at tables enjoying drinks, and of course, shopping.

He stopped and gazed at a small sized white building with Starry Jewels being written out in cursive black handwriting and accented with a couple royal purple gems.

Swooping down, he cautiously opened the door and poked his head inside. There was a couple mares and colts looking around at all the splendour. Shiny necklaces, bracelets, rings and gems were all showcased by a shiny, clean glass barrier, and there was a modern clock on the wall while velvet curtains hung from the window. It was so... Midnight. But it also reminded him of Rarity, which in turn reminded him of Dash.

Walking in, Soarin looked at the displays of bracelets and paused when he came across a thin gold one that was encrusted with tiny jewels ranging from rubies, sapphires, emeralds, aquamarines, amethysts, honey calcites, and moonstones. It was beautiful and colourful, standing out amongst the others and shimmering when the light hit it just right. It reminded himinstantly of Rainbow Dash, and though work friends did not buy each other expensive jewelry, he wanted to anyways. Not that Dash ever wore jewelry, but he had an instinct that she may like this...

“Hi.”

Lifting his head, he turned around and faced Midnight, an awkward smile on her face. “Hey,” he replied.

“Can we... go in the back for second?” she asked, glancing around.

An older stallion walked up to them. “Excuse me, miss, I was hoping you could help me with ring sizing. It’s for my wife,” he said.

Midnight nodded and gave her best professional smile. “Of course, sir. Would you mind giving me and my...” She glanced at Soarin, biting her lip. “My friend here a moment? We’ll be quick, I promise.” She was a natural when it came to this.

The stallion nodded. “Of course.”

Friend? Soarin thought. Incorrect. They were still officially together.

She lead him to the back room and shut the door behind him.

“Friend?” he inquired, unamused.

She shrugged. “Well, are we? Still together?” she questioned hesitantly.

Soarin softened a little. Midnight knew her place, knew she was a success and that her accomplishments were something to be proud of. But she was still insecure. More so than the average, it seemed.

“I thought so,” he said.

“Oh.” She looked around the room. “Sorry.”

Sighing through his nose, Soarin moved on. “So in your note, you... Rainbow Dash came and talked to you?”

She nodded. “Yes, she did.”

“What did she say?” he asked.

Midnight moved a little closer. “What you told me. That you used to like each other and had a fling. That there was nothing going on between you two. No feelings. Just... work friends.”

Thank you, Dash, he thought. But it wouldn’t have been the end of Equestria if you had messed this up. “And...?”

She shrugged again. “I don’t know. But I’d like to trust you.” She smiled at him. “So I was wondering if maybe you’d want to grab dinner later?”

Maybe this’ll work out. Soarin smirked and touched her shoulder, bringing her even closer. “Does that mean we’re going to be okay, then?”

She giggled and nudged his nose with hers. “I think we are.”

“Good,” he murmured and allowed her to pull away. “Also... You know, if you teach me the rules, I’d like to help out here for today,” he offered.

She tilted her head, looking very, very pretty in her stance. “Really? I know it isn’t really your thing...”

He shrugged. He knew he needed to make an effort, so that’s what he was doing. “Maybe not. But it’s your thing.”

“That’s very sweet,” she admitted. “And I’d like that.” She levitated a sheet of paper over to him. “Here’s the rules, I hope you can follow them Mr. Skies,” she sing-songed.

He looked it over, holding it with his wing. “I’ll manage just fine, Ms. Star,” he laughed. “I’ll be out in a couple minutes.”

Midnight nodded and after one last smile, walked out.

The list was simple. Politeness, don’t give advice if you didn’t know something, and don’t be too forward.

“You’re welcome!” Soarin called to a young filly who had come in to buy her mother a necklace.

He, Midnight, and a couple employees had been helping customers for a couple hours, and Soarin thought everything was running smoothly. He had mostly tried to help out and find the right piece for each customer, and most of them had walked away happy.
Most of them.

But now they were closing, and he tugged the ropes of the velvet curtains as his marefriend bid her employees a goodbye.

“Thanks for today,” she called as they left.

Once the shop was officially closed, the two walked out and began strolling the streets. They had already had a small dinner of soup and sandwiches, but Soarin still felt a little hungry, and his stomach was not shy about hiding it.

“Hungry?” she asked.

He flushed a little as his tummy made another embarrassing growl.

Midnight just laughed and let out a delicate snort. Hers and Dash’s laughs were very different. “Come on, I know a place.”

He raised an eyebrow. “A place? Is it super fancy?”

“Exact opposite of that.” She smirked.

“Mmm, best idea in the world,” Soarin exclaimed.

“Figured you might say that.” Midnight took another bite out of her apple fritter.

She had taken him to an evening food cart that consisted of apple treats, almost as good as the ones Sweet Apple Acres made. They had spent quite a bit collecting a couple pies, a box of donuts and four candy apples, along with a box of apple fries. They didn’t plan to finish it all— but maybe they would. Better to do it now when he wasn’t completely old.
“You know, Dash and I used to do this a lot,” he said out loud without thinking. “But it was never pie, she hated it. But we’d get everything else. One time we brought it back to HQ and started to eat it all. Spitfire walked in and yelled at us, it was hilarious,” he chuckled.

When he opened his eyes, Midnight had stopped eating and was staring blankly at him, a very unimpressed look on her face. “Umm... funny,” she commented awkwardly.

Soarin looked down. “I’m sorry.”

She sighed as an awkward silence overtook them. “It’s alright...”

I’m in love with somepony else. “Not really.” He placed a hoof on hers.

“I shouldn’t get jealous every time you mention Rainbow Dash,” she laughed darkly. “But I do.”

With good reason.
“I don’t need to talk about her,” he insisted. “Seriously, I’m sorry Star. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He bit into a candy apple, licking the sugar off with a smack of his lips.

“I know.” A smile touched her lips and she leaned in. “We seem to be apologizing a lot, huh?”

He chuckled, touching his forehead to hers. I like you, I like you, I like you.

An image of Dash popped into his head. One of her giggling at something Spitfire said, something that made those magnificent magenta eyes glitter. But I love her, he thought somewhat bitterly.
“It was necessary on my part,” he whispered.

Midnight licked her lips and Soarin’s breath quickened. “Maybe a little,” she whispered back.

He smiled and brushed his lips against hers. “I’m sorry.” He kissed her cheek. “I’m sorry.” Her jaw. “I’m sorry.”

She took his face in her hooves. “Soarin,” she mumbled hoarsely. “Make it up to me.”

Do it, do it, get over her, get over her. He kissed her deeply, lips parting and allowing the grape flavour of her to be tasted in detail.

Dash’s vanilla scent made it’s way through his nostrils as their faces came close. “You’re awesome,” she told him quietly and kissed him. “Almost as awesome as me.”

Surely an awesome pony could get over a girl. Surely. Soarin couldn’t give up. Not yet at least.
As their kiss broke, he shoved the food out of the way and attacked her neck. “With pleasure.”

“So, how did things go with Midnight?” Rainbow asked.

Soarin yawned a little and grinned. It had been a week since him and Midnight had had sex and things had been going pretty well. It drove him a little up the walls, and not in a good way, that she could be untrusting and while open minded to most things, tended to be pretty judgmental and critical when it wasn’t necessary.

“Uh,” he chuckled as he put on a grim smile. “They went very good. I think we’re gonna be okay.” That isn’t true. He didn’t know how to explain his feelings about the unicorn. He enjoyed her company, thought she was sweet and pretty and was a fairly fun girl. But she didn’t challenge him, didn’t excite him, did not make him want to live. Not that she made him want to die. He just felt that he only existed when he was with her, and that would not be enough for a long term commitment.

“That’s great!” Dash told him. “So what’d you guys do last time?”

“I actually helped her with the shop for a bit,” he answered. “I think I did an okay job, seeing as she only pointed out about three mistakes that I made the morning after,” he noted. Apparently he was too casual, too forward.

“It’s no big deal, but maybe you just shouldn’t help out. Not really your thing,” Midnight told him honestly. Soarin bit his lip and concealed his slight offence with a close lipped smile. Just like a school crush, after getting to know them more, your feelings started to fade.

“Don’t worry, the time I tried to help Rarity out was a disaster. She was stress eating ice cream and laying on that fainting couch of hers. Last time I offer her any sort of help.”

Hearing her story made him feel better and made him laugh. Rarity could be dramatic. At least from Dash’s point of view.

“Come on Wonderbolts! To the gym now!” Spitfire shouted.

“Shit,” Soarin muttered, flying to his locker and getting his suit out.

Dash did the same and waited for him by the door. Once he was dressed and goggles were placed on his forehead, he glanced at her sleek body and ruffled mane. “Race you,” she quipped, her classic smirk all over her face.

His eyes narrowed. “Bring it on.”

She won, as usual.

“So, Soarin, you and Crash seemed to be pretty friendly today, huh?” Rapid nudged him.

Soarin, Lightning Streak and Rapidfire were taking a walk around Cloudsdale, enjoying the sunny weather.

“What?”

Lightning nudged him. “Yeah, during practice and lunch. You guys were laughing and talking amongst yourselves.”

Soarin blushed a little. “I- I guess we were.”

“You guess?” Rapidfire snorted. “It looked like you two were about to make out or something.”

“Now come on, that ship has sailed. We’re just work friends,” Soarin protested. “As she said, we discuss the weather and help each other with our problems. Because we’re moving— wait, no, we’ve moved on.” He painted a smile onto his face, deciding to lie to himself. “I have a marefriend and I like her and I am very happy,” he concluded.

Lightning placed a hoof on his shoulder and stared. “Dude...” His dark amber eyes widened. “I know you guys had sex but...”

Soarin cocked a brow. “But...?”

“You liked each other? I mean, I know you liked her, but what else was going on? Why haven’t you told anypony yet?!” he shouted. A bunch of weather Pegasi glanced their way and Lightning chuckled. “Uh, sorry,” he called. They all shrugged and turned back to their work.

“I told Spitfire and Fleetfoot,” Soarin responded.

“Why them and not us? Like it or not, Clipper, we’re your best male friends,” Rapid said with a fake accusatory look.

Soarin rolled his eyes and grinned. “Unfortunately, that’s very true.”

“Oh shut up,” Lightning said, light flitting around his eyes. “Come on man, we wanna know.”

Soarin nodded and pointed to a cloud. “Fine, but we’re doing it over here. I don’t know what I would do if somepony heard.”

“Okay,” Lightning agreed and spread his wings. “One, two, three go!”

The three blasted off and landed on the wide cloud at exactly the same time. “I’m not going into full detail,” Soarin warned. “That would end up taking forever. And no, I did not tell Spit and Fleet every single thing either. It’s between me and Dash at the end of the day.”

The two bit their lips. “Fair enough,” Rapid said.

“Just start at the very beginning. We don’t have all day, you know,” Lightning interrupted, kindly impatient.

Soarin chuckled. “Alright, alright. After the whole thing when her parents visited, we hung out at her house and we ended up getting into a bit of a fight,” he started. “Barely spoke to each other for a couple months. I guess she really took it personally.”

Rapid nodded as understanding dawned on him. “Oh, I remember that. Sheesh, the whole team was so confused. Oh! And then she asked me and Spitfire for your address one day,” he recalled.

“Yeah. Anyways, she came to my house and we made up. We started talking and then I was on top of her... that was the first time we did it. I really wanted to be with her, but she deserved better than me. I wouldn’t be able to give her enough time.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Lightning stated.

Soarin kept going. “So for about six months, it was a friends with benefits, except all the sex and feelings and attraction were there. So it was just basically a relationship undefined now that I say it out loud,” he mused. “We’d hang out whenever I wasn’t busy with work and she wasn’t busy with her friends. It was... difficult to hide it, but we did it,” Soarin said slowly. This was the first time he had really explained the story of him and Dash out loud. “And then after Spitfire came back and we all went to Las Pegasus. And I saw you.” He turned to Lightning. “And her together. Very, very close.”

Rapid turned to Light and shook his head disapprovingly. “Dude, not cool.”

Streak flushed. “I know. I’m sorry about that,” he replied regretfully.

Soarin frowned. He had never really confronted his friend over that, and the curiosity was killing him for than ever. “What was up with that anyways, Streak?”

Lightning shrugged. “Honestly? I kind of liked Rainbow. Honestly though Soarin, I had no idea about you two. I... that night she was talking about you. And I was a little jealous. But I had also had a bit of a thing for Fleetfoot, but she and Blaze... anyways, I guess I was a little mad. And Dash and I were talking and it was nice. I’m the one who asked her to go to the VIP section. I’m the one who kissed her first.” He stared at Soarin with a heartbreakingly upset look on his face. “I’m sorry, Soarin. I was really confused.”

Soarin placed a hoof on his back. “You didn’t know about us, Lightning.”

“Maybe not, but I knew you liked her. And I knew she liked you. It was really uncool of me. So I apologize.”

Lightning was a man-whore, a flirt, arrogant. But he was a good guy and a great friend. “Thank you,” Soarin told him.

“Eh, should’ve said it sooner.”

Rapid snorted. “Yeah, alright alright. Get back with the story, Clipper.”

“Okay,” Soarin yawned. “I was jealous. And I asked her if she wanted to be with me. As in a couple. She didn’t know what she wanted, said she did want to but she couldn’t... and then,” he scoffed. “I told her I was ridiculously in love with her. Like, those words came out of my mouth.”

“Aw, congrats dude! My man fell in love!” Lightning exclaimed.

Soarin swatted at him. “No congrats! Cause then I ended it and we were estranged for a couple weeks. We could barely keep to ourselves and we started to flirt a little again. And so then she kind of ended our little mental relationship. Then that time in Manehattan after I got annoyed with the interview questions, she was there for me. And then we kissed at night in the Crystal Empire when we were supposed to be just teammates.”

“Oooh.” Rapid waggled his eyebrows. “How romantic.”

Soarin sighed. “And then at Celestia’s party in Manehattan, I met Midnight Star and invited her to hang out at the derby the next day. We had a pretty good time. I decided I liked her,” he said.

“And you still do, right?” Lightning inquired.

Soarin looked out into the distance and closed his eyes. “I do, I guess. I’ll get to that in a second. At the end of the season party, Dash and I slept together.”

Both of their eyes widened and they whisper shouted together, “You guys did it?!”

Soarin’s eyes widened too. “Five times.”

“Five times? You lucky piece of shit,” Rapid muttered.

“Yeah, well, that was our break up sex. No more, no more. We’re moving on.”

“God,” Lightning voiced. “For somepony who claims to not be interested in romance...”

“Oh, you know when she told me she didn’t want our mental relationship anymore, I forgot to mention that apparently she loves me too. She said that. She said that,” Soarin repeated a couple times.
“I hate loving you!”

Those words still haunted him.

“Wow, Soarin. That’s a lot,” Rapid said.

Soarin placed on a sarcastic smile. “Yep. So, then I asked Midnight out on a date. And she said yes. And now we’re dating and Dash and I are~”

“Work friends,” Rapid finished for him.

Soarin nodded.

Lightning raised a hoof. “So, do you actually like Midnight?”

Soarin went quiet for a moment. All these emotions and thoughts about Midnight and Rainbow Dash were confusing. “Have you ever just had a passing attraction? Or liked the idea of some girl? Thought she could help you with something?” he asked them.

Lightning shook his head. “Not... really.”

“I have,” Rapid interjected.

Soarin sighed. “Midnight’s great. She’s nice and funny and owns a business. She likes pie. But more than anything... I want her to help get me over Dash. And I’m starting to resent the fact that it’s not working.”

He saw Rapid whisper something into Lightning’s ear and the duo both nodded. “Soarin, how do you feel when you’re around Midnight?” Lightning asked, brows furrowed.

Soarin tapped his chin and thought for a minute. What did she make him feel. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I guess I feel... calm? I guess I feel a little more excited if we’re kissing or something. But that’s just ‘cause I’m being kissed. It’s not the pony I’m doing it with.”

“Huh,” Rapid murmured. “So you do like her. You find her attractive.”

“I don’t know,” Soarin exhaled. “She is pretty. But I just imagine her as all these things she could be.”

His two friends exchanged hushed whispers and a nod once again. “Alright, how do you feel when you’re around Rainbow Dash?”

Rainbow Dash. Just the mention of her name brought a slight skip to his heart and a smile to his lips. “I feel... happy,” he decided. “Free. It’s like I can forget everything because all I can focus on is her.” He smiled contentedly.

“You know the girls are my best friends, Soar,” Dash said, staring at the sunset. “But you... you’re my pony. You’re more than a best friend.” She faced him and smiled warmly.

“Dash is my pony,” he finally told them.

Rapidfire raised an eyebrow. “Your... pony?”

Soarin nodded confidently. “Yeah. She just gets me. We connect. We can argue and fight and disagree, but at the end of the day, we’re always gonna understand. I can tell her anything and everything, because I trust her with my life.”

The two just listened, letting Soarin talk.

“She makes me feel normal and special at the same time. And she’ll make me see things in a different light and it makes the world better. I don’t get that with Star,” he said softly.

After a long silence, Lightning cleared his throat. “I’m a whore. I know that.”

Soarin blinked. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“And I’ve used sex as a way to not hurt for bit,” Lightning continued. “But I’ve never lied to a girl about feeling something for her when I clearly don’t.”

Those words hit. “What do you mean?” Soarin’s voice quavered just a little.

“He means that you need to end things with Midnight. Because you’re still in love with Dash.”

“Yeah, but maybe I could love Midnight one day,” Soarin insisted.

Rapid sighed. “We should get going.” He stood up and looked back at Soarin. “Soarin, I don’t think you’re going to get over Dash when you see her almost everyday. What you need is a break from the girls. Take some time for yourself.”

Soarin huffed a laugh. “Are you really the best one to be giving advice about this stuff?” Maybe that was a little harsh, but this whole love thing was really bothering him. Making him act a bit more out of character. Using girls to get over someone was not what Soarin did.

Rapid shrugged. “I don’t know. But I know I’m right, and I think you know it too.”

Lightning stood up as well. “He’s right, man. We gotta go eat, but we’ll catch you later, okay?”

Soarin nodded absentmindedly, lost in thought. “Okay.”

Rapid and Lightning exchanged worried glances before flying away.

“So, your name is Midnight?” he asked the unicorn, now back with her while Copper went to bow to Princess Luna.

She smiled. “Midnight Star, actually.” She looked down and stared at a hoof. “I know, I look nothing like a. ‘Midnight’,” she chuckled and looked at him with green eyes. He liked those eyes, he decided, they calmed him.

“Well, would you take me for a~”

“Soarin?” She smirked and ran her eyes over him. “Probably not my first guess.”

“What would you take me for, then?”

Her teeth bit her her bottom lip and she tilted her head, tapping her chin like she was actually
considering it. “Hmm... maybe, Ice Cube. You’re kinda coloured like one,” she pointed out.

Soarin lay in bed, replaying the first time he had met Midnight. The moment he had started to think she was interesting.

A flash of a blue coat and she was there, holding it in her hooves, a split second from spilling everywhere. She checked to make sure it was okay, and then rose a bit, holding it out to him. He kept his expression neutral yet thankful. He recognized this mare, with a mane like hers it was easy to. She had saved his life, won the title of best young flier, and saved his pie. He gazed at her outfit. She had on a rainbow streaked dress with fluffy cloud trimming, golden laced up silk shoes, and a necklace with purple beading around her elegant neck. What he really liked though, was her hair. That spectacular rainbow mane had been curled and fluffed, and tied to the side, with a leaf of gold laurel near her bangs, hooking around her ears. She smiled sweetly, lighting up her rosy pink eyes. She was a sight to behold.

“You saved it,” he said gently, sending her his best smile. “Thanks.” He took the pie from her hooves.

“Hey, no prob,” she replied.

The first time he had really talked to her was there. She had done something so simple. Save his pie. And then she danced with him, saved his life again, and had him wanting to see her everyday. She had quickly become one of his favourite ponies ever.

“Duh,” she laughed. “You’re my friend, right? I respect you. It’s what we do, forgive.”

They had built up a close friendship.

“Right here. Be real with me right now.” She walked closer, magenta eyes examining him.

To be truthful, you’re one of my favourite ponies in all of Equestria. “I’m not lying, Crash. You are.”

“Oh,” she looked stunned before smirking. “Can’t believe I doubted myself there. ‘Course I am.”

Soarin chuckled and poked her gently. “Me either. Don’t know what I’d do without your inflated pride.”

She growled playfully and poked him back. “Ha. You said it, don’t know what’d you do without me!” I really don’t.

He smiled at that memory. That was the night he realized he had a serious crush on her. A crush that developed into so much more.

He let their bodies touch, and he lowered his mouth to hers, placing a lust filled kiss on her sweet lips. They moved together in sync, and Dash tentatively wrapped her arms around Soarin’s body, crushing him to her. He didn’t resist as he expertly licked her lips, begging for an entrance. He felt her smile and nip his lip before allowing him in, letting him explore the cool taste of her tongue.

Then they were lovers.

She smirked, facing him. “Gotta make you wait sometimes. Build the suspense.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he wondered aloud.

“Oh, Soar,” she sighed gently, hiding a seductive smile. “That’s where all the fun is.” She peered into the distance and turned to him. “Race you back to HQ?”

Soarin grinned, getting into stance. “You’re on, Crash. Three~”

“Twoonego!” she shouted and took off.

Soarin rolled his eyes and sped off, catching up quickly until they were neck and neck. “Hiya, Dashie.” He winked and flew past her.

“Hey! How’d you catch up so fast?”

He grit his teeth and flapped his wings harder. Almost there. “What can I say?” he called over his shoulder. “I’m just so awesome!”

And with that, he landed first in front of the compound, Rainbow flying in a second later.

“Did I. Just. Beat the awesome Rainbow Danger Dash?!” he yelled, beaming.

“Ha, only ‘cause I let ya.” She nudged him and trotted towards the door.

Each other’s ponies.

“Oh, Dash,” somepony groaned, followed by a sharp breath.

Soarin rounded the corner, and felt his heart drop as he witnessed Lightning push her against the wall in a suggestive manner, kissing her neck while she rubbed his back.

“So, whatever this, whatever this half friendship, flirting thing where we exchange glances and be friends and help each other with our problems, but not hang out alone or sleep together... whatever the fuck we had, all of that, all that we started to have again, it’s over. Because like before, we have no idea what the hell we want, we’re busy, all of that crap. I can’t take us acting like this and not being able to be with you properly.” No tears fell from her eyes, and she just stared stoically at him. “Okay, Soarin? Look, if you every truly need me, I’m here. Seriously, I am. Element of Loyalty, ya know? But... please, let’s just... try to move on,” she whispered.

He cast his gaze at the blue sky. These were things he already knew, yet he felt he was breaking inside anyways.

He was in the mess hall by himself when she stomped in, the force of her glare keeping him quiet.
She shoved him a little. “I care about you,” she stated. “I care about you. And you can think that I don’t, Soarin, but I do. And- and... I miss you right now. I liked you! I still do! I was probably falling in...” She blinked back tears and stopped talking. “You are the only stallion to ever make me feel this way. And I hate you for it. But screw you,” she snapped, “screw you, for not believing me when I say that you are the only one I want,” she whispered, tears running down her face though her voice stayed steady. “And even though we can’t seem to work, you will always be the only one I want for the rest of my life.”

She didn’t even look at him as she stalked out.

The cause of each other’s pain.

“I just want some privacy,” he said. “Is it so much to ask not to be followed almost everywhere I go? Or to have these downright private ass questions spat in my face, being demanded an answer? Nopony respects my business! I don’t want to have to answer every question in a goddamn interview!” he shouted in frustration. “I just want to live my life! Why can’t I be free? Why can’t I be normal? Why can’t I be~”

He was cut off when Dash quickly wrapped an arm around his neck. “It does kind of suck,” she murmured.

This was what he needed. Oh how he had longed for her touch. “All my life, I just wanted to fly. I just want to put on shows and inspire ponies, meet my fans,” he continued quietly. “I don’t need all this pressure of trying to be perfect all the time. I do one wrong thing and...”

“You’re shamed for weeks on end, I know,” she said. “It’s awful, Soar.”

He let go and hesitantly leaned into her. “I want these stupid problems to go away.”

His eyes closed as she stroked his mane. “I can’t make them go away,” she muttered in his ear and took her hoof off him, looking up through lidded lashes. “But you will never, ever have to face them alone. ‘Cause you have the team. Spitfire, Fleet, Wave...” she counted off and blushed as she stared at him. “And you have me. Always. No matter what happens, okay?”

“What’s going on with you guys?” he asked as they headed to the gym.

She rolled her eyes. “Well, you know how her and I will sometimes take the day to do stuff together?”

He nodded.

“Basically, we tried to that while Twilight and her class were watching, something about being really different from one another. So we tried each other’s things but Rarity kept getting distracted by her dumb fashion and shopping.” She scowled and waved a hoof dramatically. “She didn’t care about Buckball or I don’t know, treasure hunting... any of the stuff I liked! It was all about her. So long story short, we’re not friends anymore. She didn’t even wanna give Daring Do a try!”

Soarin’s eyes widened. “What?!” he exclaimed.

“I know! Seriously!”

He shook his disbelief away and focused. “Look, maybe give the book a chance, I know it isn’t your thing...”

“You bet your ass it’s not my thing,” she laughed.

Soarin gave her a small nudge, and gave a little cheer when a small smile lit her face from the contact. “You guys had no problem with your differences before, maybe you’ll work it out. You’ve been friends forever.”

“Yeah, well, now we’re not,” she huffed. “She can’t respect the things I like~”

“Rainbow, I’m not accusing you of anything, but did you give the things she liked a try?”

They entered the gym, where everypony craned their heads to look at them, already warming up.

Dash looked away. “Well...”

“What happened? Why aren’t you with Midnight Star?” Dash asked him eventually.

Rubbing his temples, Soarin let out another sigh. He seemed to sigh a lot these days. “You don’t want to know.”

“Yes I do,” Dash insisted. “That’s why I asked.”

Soarin looked over her slightly blurry figure. He could only make out her large, concerned eyes. “Seriously, Rainbow Dash, I don’t think you do,” he pressed back.

“Soarin, we’re friends. Work friends. We discuss the weather and help each other with our problems.” She nudged him a little. “You can tell me.”

Confidants.

“What would you do if you were a unicorn?” Soarin asked, biting into his pie.

Dash giggled, also eating a slice of chocolate cake. “What?”

“I’m serious.”

That didn’t stop her from laughing. “I would cast a spell to give me wings,” she decided.

“Oooh.” He grinned. “Like Rarity’s?”

She rolled her eyes while smirking. “Yes Soar, I’d like wings like Rarity’s so I can fly up to the sun, burn them off and fall to my death.”

“I’ll be there to save you this time,” he remarked with a wink.
“Nah.” She brushed his chin with her tail. “I prefer to be your hero.”

He flew into the air, raising a few feet above her. “You always will be.”

She cringed a little but let a smile peek through. “Sappy sappy sappy,” she chimed, meeting him in the air.

“Aw, you like it,” he replied cockily.

They had a look in each other’s eyes. Usually a look that happened before they kissed. But he had another idea. Grabbing Dash by the arm, he pulled her into him and whispered, “chase me” before flying away.

She was everything. Dash was everything.

But he too cared about Midnight. He had liked the thought of her helping him get over Dash. He had liked the idea of not having somepony who drove him to feel so much. He liked the idea of loving Midnight because he thought that they were doable.

But he did not love Midnight. He cared about her, sure, did not want her to get hurt, wished her the best. But no feelings. That little ‘crush’ had faded.

“It’s no big deal, but maybe you just shouldn’t help out. Not really your thing,” Midnight told him honestly. Soarin bit his lip and concealed his slight offence with a close lipped smile.

The moment he knew he wasn’t really interested anymore.

Lightning and Rapidfire were right. I can’t do this to her anymore. Star deserves someone who doesn’t lie to her.

Soarin sighed. He was going to end it with her.

“Hey Soarin!” Midnight greeted. She stepped aside to let him into her house.

He smiled. “Hey Star. How’ve you been?”

She pecked him on the lips. “I’m good. You?”

Just about to hurt you, no biggie. “I’m good too,” Soarin lied. “I- I actually can’t stay long, heh. But I just needed to talk to you quickly.” Good. Quickly. Means he had to do it fast, rip the bandaid off, get it over with, apologize and get out. He could do this.

Midnight raised a confused a eyebrow and nodded simply. “Okay,” she said. “What’s up?”

“Uhh...” Spit it out, just do it.

She tentatively took a step closer. “You can tell me, Soarin,” she told him gently.

No, I can’t. He swallowed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. “I....”

A worried look finally took place. “Did something happen?”

Dumbly, he nodded his head. Okay...

“You can tell me,” she repeated,

Okay, okay, okay. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply a couple times.

He opened them. “I’m breaking up with you,” he said finally.

Soarin cringed as a confused, hurt stare was put on her pale pink face. “What?” she whispered.

“I’m breaking up with you,” he repeated, voice a bit smaller.

She sat on the floor. “I thought we were gonna be okay.”

He sat down across from her. “Me too. But~”

“But what?” she interrupted. “I know we don’t like a lot of the same things and that we live in different cities...” Her voice trailed off.

Soarin sighed and looked at the ground. “It’s none of that. It’s me.”

“That’s code for ‘it’s actually you but I’m being nice.’ You know that right?” she asked.

He did. “Yeah, but it’s actually true.”

“How is it true?” Her eyes narrowed.

Moment of truth. “You were right,” he answered.

She looked up.

“About my feelings for Rainbow Dash. It wasn’t just a fling where we liked each other,” he confessed guiltily. “I was in love with her. And after we ended things I found out she loved me too.”

Midnight blinked. “Why did you lie to me?” Her lip quivered a little, but she remained mostly calm. “You’re back together with her or something?”

He shook his head. “No... her and I are done. But I still feel the same way.”

“But then why did you~”

“You were nice and sweet and elegant and classy and you liked pie,” he murmured. “You didn’t make me crazy with lust or fill me with adoration.”

She winced at his words.

“I liked you though. I really did. I thought that you might be the one to help me get over her.” He exhaled through his nose and closed his eyes. “But it didn’t work. I was... using you,” he admitted.

Midnight pushed herself up from the floor.

“I didn’t really realize I was until a couple days ago,” he added. “But I knew I couldn’t do that to you. You deserve better.”

She peered at him, eyes glistening. “Do I? Cause if I did, how could you do that to me? How could you lie?”

“You do deserve better,” he insisted. “And that’s not normally how I treat mares, despite what this looks like,” he muttered. “I didn’t want to lie anymore. So I’m being honest now.”

They stood in silence. Then she pointed to the door. “Thank you for telling me,” she said.

He nodded. “Midnight, I’m sorry.”

“Look, whatever. At least you came clean.” She walked towards the door and opened it. “It was nice getting to know you, Soarin.”

He smiled faintly, ashamed of how he used her. “You too.” He stepped out and turned to her. “I hope you find somepony who treats you good.”

She gave him a small smile and nodded weakly. “Me too. Um... I guess... I hope you do as well.”

“Don’t say that now,” he joked.

She laughed a little. “I don’t lie,” she told him. “Have a good day and um....”

“Life,” he finished for her.

“Yeah,” she said. “Good luck Soarin.”

He flapped his wings and turned back. “Good luck, Midnight Star.”

And the door closed.

“So how’d it go?” Fleetfoot asked, swallowing some whiskey.

Soarin placed his cup of scotch down. “Pretty okay, honestly. She was kinda hurt though.”

“As expected,” Spitfire interjected.

“So what’d you say? Was it sad, was she angry, did you fight, or was it a peaceful one? Details please!” Fleetfoot exclaimed, shaking Soarin slightly.

He laughed and rubbed his eyes. “I told her I was breaking up with her because I still liked Dash. And that it wasn’t fair and I was using her.”

His best friends looked at each other. “Was it one of those awful ‘it’s not you’.” Spitfire put a hoof to her chest. “‘It’s me’?”

“How’d you know?” he groaned.

Spitfire shrugged. “Just a hunch.” She took a tequila shot.

“Yeah, well, basically that was it. We parted pretty okay though. Still, I feel super bad for using her.” He placed his head on the table and sighed. “And now I’m alone and pining over a girl I will never get over.”

“Way to be a downer, Soarin,” Fleet scoffed.

“Hey, I just broke up with my girlfriend and I can’t be with the one I love. I get to be a downer.”

Spitfire motioned for another drink for him and spoke. “We all have problems Soarin.”

“Yeah,” Fleet agreed. “What matters is how you deal with them.”

“What you need is a break from the girls. Take some time for yourself.” Rapid’s words took place in his mind and Soarin straightened his back. “You know what, I’m gonna do what Rapid said.” He nodded firmly.

Fleetfoot raised an eyebrow. “What exactly did he say?”

Soarin shrugged. “You know, clear my head, take some time for myself, eat some pie...” He flushed slightly. “Actually I added the last one, but all the other stuff came from him.”

“Huh, that’s actually not bad advice,” Spit mused, nodding with approval.

Soarin’s eyes lit up. “Then it’s decided. I’m taking a break from romance.” He raised his glass. “To single life, guys!”

“Cheer to yourself, Soar,” Fleetfoot said and finished her drink. “I’m a taken mare, and so is Spitty.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Fleetfoot smirked. “Spitty.”

Spitfire’s eyes narrowed and she started to get up from her seat. Soarin stopped her. “Woah, hey, calm down, Spitty,” he laughed. Him and Fleetfoot bumped hooves.

Spitfire rolled her eyes. “Whatever. But she’s right, you’re the only one out of us three that’s
single.”

Soarin decided to be positive. “That’s okay. Single life is good.” He smiled calmly. “Now I’m gonna go find a place to spend the night.”

“Don’t eat too much pie!” Fleet called as he walked out.

takes place a lil before and during S9 E12, (The Last Crusade.)

Lasagna takes place before S9 E14, (The Last Laugh.)

Pie Regrets take place during the night break in S9 E15, (2, 4, 6, Greaaat.)

Chess Tournament takes place during S9 E18, (She Talks To Angel.)

Freedom Racing takes place during S9 E23, (The Big Mac Question.)

i had to look up how to make lasagna… and yes, i do know how to play chess, but i don’t know how to describe it, so i’m sorry if it sounded weird.

Lasagna

“You sure you wouldn’t rather try baking? It seems more up your alley,” Thunderlane suggested in the HQ kitchen. Surprise nodded in agreement.

Soarin waved a hoof and shook his head. “Nah, come on! This cafeteria can use something above average to eat. And I need to learn something new.” He looked at all the ingredients spread out on the counter— pasta, tomato sauce, spinach, feta, mozzarella, ricotta, and an egg. “Uh, what are we making?”

Surprise jumped in place. “Vegetarian lasagna!”

“My specialty,” Thunder added and organized the pots and bowls. “Seriously Soarin, you don’t have to do this.”

“Thunder, I want to. I like lasagna.”

“What’s with the questioning?” Surprise asked Thunder.

“Well... I was talking to Lightning and...” He cast a glance in Soarin’s direction. “Never mind.” He shook his head. “C’mon Commander, let’s do this.”

“Okay, so now that the pasta is boiling, we’re going to mix those.” Surprise pointed to the cheeses, egg, and salt. “Soarin, you do that and me and Thunder will make the sauce.”

Soarin nodded and walked over to the bowl and ingredients. Carefully, he gathered the cheese and salt and began to carefully stir the ingredients together. Once it seemed fairly well mixed, he cracked the egg and added the yolk, combining it in so it was smooth. “Uh, I think I’m done here,” Soarin called.

Thunderlane flew over and checked it before nodding. “Pretty good. Okay, now here’s some tongs.” He gave them to Soarin who placed them in his mouth. “And the pan beside the pot with the pasta? After Surprise lays down the sauce, I’ll put the mixture on top and shred some cheese, then you’ll place a noodle on top, okay? We can take turns of course.”

Soarin nodded and watched as Surprise ladled the sauce onto the pan, followed by Thunder placing the cheese mix and pre-shredded cheese on top, while Soarin carefully tonged the pasta and placed it neatly on top.

They all switched positions with Thunder on pasta duty, Surprise with the cheese, and Soarin with sauce, and the three somewhat messily layered it u til the last noodle was placed on top.

“Okay! Let’s put it in the oven,” Surprise chirped, biting the glove on top of the pan. Then she paused and frowned. “Umm, why isn’t the oven turned on?”

Thunder frowned as well. “I don’t know, is this thing working?” He pressed the buttons and the oven started heating up. “That’s weird.”

Soarin flushed a little. “Uhhh.” Surprise and Thunderlane turned to him. “I might’ve forget to turn it on,” he admitted sheepishly.

“It’s no biggie. I have to go see Rumble in about half an hour, but Surprise? You’ll make sure it gets in the oven?” Thunder asked.

Surprise nodded at an impressive speed. “Okie dokie lokie pokie!”

“So... is it good?” Soarin asked, staring at the whole team, except for Dash and Thunderlane, intently.

They all slowly chewed while some made ‘nom nom’ sounds and swallowed.

“It’s really good,” Wave Chill, Surprise, High Winds, Silver Zoom and Lightning Streak all said in sync.

Soarin looked to the others. Misty finally shrugged. “Better than the normal stuff.”

“It’s decent,” Blaze and Spitfire said.

That left Fleetfoot. She hadn’t taken a single bite. “Oh come on, Soarin! You know I don’t like lasagna,” she protested.

“Oh, right.” He rolled his eyes and they moved to the place where Dash usually sat. She wasn’t there, seeing as Pinkie Pie had needed her for an emergency.

He wished she was here.
Stop it, you guys are finished.

He took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. “Oh come on, Fleet, you’ll like it,” he proposed, pushing her plate towards her.

“No.”

“Please.”

“Soarin, I don’t feel like throwing up today.”

He placed some on her fork and brought it to her mouth. “Come on. One bite.”

“No!”

“Please.”

Fed up, she rolled her eyes and took a bite, taking her time and letting it roll around in her mouth. Finally, she swallowed.

“So...?” he asked, brows lifted in hope.

She cringed. “Disgusting.”

Pie Regrets

“Uh, Soarin, you sure you want to do this?” Spitfire asked again just as Rapidfire and Silver Zoom brought in more pies.

“Yes, yes I am.”

“Come on Spit, it’s one of the things he’s actually good at,” Fleetfoot chuckled.

Soarin glared at her and stretched his wings out, bouncing from one hoof to the other.

Surprise and Misty Fly were at two other ends of the room, their own tables filling up with pies. After Dash had wondered out loud how many pies Soarin could eat, Misty Fly had challenged him to it, and Soarin had agreed, seeing as he surprisingly hadn’t had a pie in a while. Surprise had quickly volunteered Misty to compete against him and also decided to join.

A week later and Sweet Apple Acres had made sixty pies, twenty for each pony. All the ‘Bolts were currently in the mess hall, the tables except for three pushed to the sides.

“There we go, sixty pies in total,” Silver groaned, setting the last pie on Soarin’s table.

Soarin looked them over, each smelling sweet and warm, armoured by a thick and flaky crust. He was going to enjoy this.

“Alright,” Dash called, “Let’s uh... let’s do this.” She looked around. “Are you three ready?”

Misty, Soarin, and Surprise nodded.

“Okay, then, um, ready set eat!” She lifted her hoof to signal. Her lips formed a smirk all of a sudden. “My money’s on Surprise!”

Their eyes met and Soarin playfully glared at her. “Where’s the faith, Rainbow Crash?”

“I don’t take chances when it comes to winning,” she shot back and joined Spitfire and Fleetfoot in the air, watching the eating contest.

Soarin placed the pie closer to him and dug in headfirst, savouring the taste as the warm apples and the flavour of light cinnamon and sugar coated his tongue. It was amazing, ten out of ten as usual.
He continued to eat, savouring each bite as to really memorize the taste of the best food in all of Equestria. His eyes shot to Rainbow, who was watching Misty, and he blushed as he remembered the way she tasted. The only thing better than the treat in front of him.

“Clipper, Slowpoke’s beating you!” Blaze said hushed. She was standing right beside him.

Soarin glanced up and saw Surprise was already starting her second pie while Misty was almost done her first. Picking up the pace, Soarin chewed more quickly while still trying to enjoy it.
He finished his first.
And his second.
Third.
Seventh.

“Ugh! I give up!” Misty whined, plopping down

Tenth.

How was this even possible?

He tiredly glanced up and saw Misty still sitting on the ground while Surprise continued to calmly eat her pie, as if she was on her first or was coming out of malnutrition.

He cut a slice of his eleventh and began to grind it down, swallowing the the last crumb. Soarin blinked. He didn’t want to look at a pie. He had never been more full in his life. He didn’t want to eat anymore, didn’t think he could if he tried. His belly and jaw ached like no tomorrow and he was exhausted. And for once in his entire life, he did not want pie.

He too let himself fall to the ground and Blaze looked up and nodded. “I’m guessing Clipper gives up as well.”

“Yep,” Soarin groaned.

“Okay, Surprise wins! Everypony else who isn’t insane, let’s move the tables back,” Spitfire instructed.

“Yay!” Surprise exclaimed. “I win, I win!”

“Heh, me too,” Dash called and landed in front of Soarin as Lightning Streak and Blaze begrudgingly handed her five bits each too. “How you doin’ there, Clipper?” She smirked.

“Ugh, I’ve been better,” he replied slowly.

She chuckled. “Still, pretty impressive. For somepony besides Pinkie and Surprise.” She patted him on the back and Soarin felt a jolt of electricity down his back. Then she sighed. “I gotta go back to Ponyville and get ready for tomorrrow. Twilight has me coaching a cheer squad and they’re all upset because I won’t teach properly or whatever,” she grumbled. “Does cheerleading even matter that much?”

Soarin’s ears perked up. “Wait, before you go... You know there’s sometimes cheerleaders at our shows?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

He managed to get to his hooves and cringed when he felt the pie move in his stomach. “Anyways,” he managed. “Cheering’s what gets the crowd excited.”

Dash just raised an eyebrow, not believing him. “Uh, pretty sure the ponies come to see us, Soarin.”

Stubborn as usual. “True. But cheerleading’s important to your squad and lots of ponies in the crowd,” he pointed out. “And I know you care about these guys, right Dash?” He looked at her in a way that he knew she wouldn’t lie to.

She sighed. “Yeah, I care about Smolder and Yona and Ocellus.”

He chuckled a little. “The princess of friendship is your best friend. Just ‘cause you don’t care about something doesn’t mean you don’t try for the ponies who care about it.”

Dash smiled a little. “That’s pretty sappy.”

“All I’m saying, is that they are going to be...” He waved a hoof. “Awesome cheerleaders who put on a great show if you’re their coach. Even if it isn’t really your thing.”

Dash stared at him for a minute before looking down. “Huh,” she muttered.

Feeling the need to go lie down, Soarin walked to the exit of the mess hall. “Just consider it!” he called before turning away.

Chess Tournament

“Okay everypony! Are you ready?” Twilight called.

The ‘Bolts were having a chess competition. Yes, a chess competition. An official one. All being good friends, the Wonderbolts regularly did things together outside of flying. All the members of the team except for Misty, who had decided to go visit an “old friend” as she put it, and Surprise, who went to visit her family, were there, sitting in a chair opposite of their current opponent. Soarin had Wave Chill, Lightning had Surprise, Dash had Silver, High Winds had Blaze, Fleetfoot had Thunderlane, and Spitfire and Rapid had each other. Princess Twilight was there with Spike and a chalkboard, excitedly waiting.

“Okay, we’re ready Twilight,” Dash answered.

“Yep!” Fleetfoot agreed.

“Okay then!” Spike cheered. “There will be no talking. Raise your hooves if there’s a stalemate, and after you’re done, wait against the wall after telling us who won.” They all nodded. “You may start... now!” He nodded as the clock started it’s round of sixty seconds all over again.

Soarin narrowed his eyes at all the pieces and shoved the pawn right at the edge two spaces forward.
Wave Chill did the same.

Soarin moved his right knight.

Wave Chill did the same.

His left knight.

Wave Chill did the same.

Lucky for Soarin, he was actually okay at chess and could gradually see that Wave was not exactly sure what to do.

It continued like this for five more minutes, Wave copying Soarin’s every move, until Soarin smiled on the inside and used his bishop to take Wave’s queen.

But being in the exact same position, Wave was also able to do the same.

Aw, crap.
Focusing harder, Soarin moved his pawn again and this time, Wave moved his bishop. “Check,” he whispered, smirking. Soarin’s lips parted a little. Wave was good. Actually, he remembered little flashes of Spitfire telling him that, but he guessed his mind was wondering off when she did.

He placed his bishop in front the king and Wave backed off.

The two continued, finally making headway while Lightning, Surprise, Blaze, High Winds, Silver Zoom and Rainbow Dash all finished up. Only three games still in progress.

Ten minutes later, Soarin only had his king, two pawns and a knight, while Wave managed to have two rooks, and one bishop, along with his king.

Biting his lip and trying to scan the board, Soarin smiled when he realized he could get Wave’s bishop and did just that. He expected a fall of his friend’s mouth, but instead he just nodded and stared.

Wave moved his rook all the way down, only one square away from being at the edge of the board.
Unfortunately, Soarin’s king was at the edge of the board, and he moved his king sideways.

Wave took his other rook and placed it on the last row of the board, the same row as Soarin’s king, but not close enough for Soarin to be able to get it.

Aw fuck, he was in-

“Checkmate,” Chill said.

“Shit,” Soarin swore and looked up, grinning. Soarin had his pride, but he had never really been a sore loser. As he thought about this, his eyes wondered to Twilight, engaging in conversation with Spike and Rainbow Dash. Soarin had always admired Dash’s friendships with her Ponyville friends. They were the closest best friends could be, doing everything they could for each other and caring deeply despite their differences. Dash would do anything for her friends, just like he would do anything for his friends. Which now, included her. And he knew she cared for him as well.

Him and Wave walked away and told Twilight who had won.

“Wave, you’re good at chess?” Dash asked, eyes wide.

“Don’t seem so surprised,” Spitfire told her, walking over. “Oh, by the way Twilight, I won.” She smirked as she glanced over at Rapid who was grumbling about it in the corner.

“It’s a secret thing.” Wave shrugged and smiled a little.

Soarin sighed. “Well I’m just gonna go over here and sit in the loser corner,” he droned and made his way over to Lightning, Rapid, Silver and High Winds.

“You lost too?” Winds inquired.

“Yep.”

“Why’d I have to get paired with the captain? She’s the best at everything!” Rapid wailed and everypony in the room turned to look at them. “Sorry,” he muttered.

“Why’d I have to get paired with Crash?” Silver also complained. “She’s also the best at everything.”

“That’s right,” Dash called and grinned.

The treat stayed silent, the sounds of Dash and Spike’s whispering the only noise.

Soarin watched Fleetfoot triumphantly pump her hoof in the air as it became clear that she had beat Thunderlane.

Twilight cleared her throat. “Okay, everyone. I’ll pair the winners up with the winners and the los- I mean, uh...” She glanced at Soarin and his three friends and chuckled. “The non-winners up with each other. If a pony who lost this time loses again, they’ll be out. If a pony who won last time but not this time, then you’ll go with someone that win this time and not last time. Got it?”

They all nodded.

It began again, Dash and Wave, Soarin and High Winds, Lightning and Rapid, Spitfire and Fleetfoot, and Silver and Thunder.

The second round ended in a quick half hour and Soarin had won, much to his surprise. High had actually been on the chess team when she was back in school and had gotten a silver medal for it.

Winds, Lightning, and Thunder were out, while Soarin, Fleetfoot, Dash and Rapidfire were on the same level now, Dash losing to Wave and Fleet losing to Spitfire. Spitfire and Wave Chill were paired up.

Seeing as they had both won two games in a row, the other four, deemed by Twilight, would not need to participate, much to their, especially Dash’s boredom.

“Anypony wanna place bets?” Dash asked in a bored tone.

“Rainbow Dash, do you really have to~” Twilight started.

Soarin watched as magenta eyes rolled. “Oh come on Twilight! We need some entertainment around here.”

“Shhh, they’re playing.” Spike motioned to the couple, both chins resting on their hooves respectively.

As Dash moved away from her purple friend, Soarin approached her and nudged. “Seven bits for Spitfire,” he whispered, dangerously close.

A small, mischievous smile lit up one side of Dash’s face. “Deal, Clipper,” she whispered back, cool breath fanning his face.

A blush so faint that it could be considered microscopic covered his cheeks, but he kept his cool. Why did a single, simple action from her make his heart beat faster?

“Checkmate,” Spitfire called out and crossed her hooves, smirking at her boyfriend.

Wave’s eyes widened for a moment before leaning back calmly and nodded. “Well done, Captain.” He lifted his blue hoof and she tapped it against his, smiling teasingly yet sweetly at him.

Twilight looked at the check board before shrugging. “Alright, guess Spitfire wins. Good job.”

Spit nodded and flew into the air. “Thank you, Princess Twilight.”

Twilight scoffed. “Oh please, Twilight’s fine-”

“You’re going to rule soon, just take it,” Dash interrupted and walked to Twilight’s side. “I’m gonna go hang out with AJ and Fluttershy for a bit, but I’ll be back for dinner.” She glanced at Spit and her eyes drifted to Soarin. “I’ll see you all later.”

“Don’t be late for our meeting or you’ll be doing extra laps,” Spitfire warned.

Dash just smiled. “Yes ma’am.”

Freedom Racing

“Can’t believe you challenged me to a race, Clip,” Dash said, stretching out her wings.

Soarin did the same as the two stood side by side on a cloud. “Just making sure fame doesn’t go to my head,” he retorted teasingly.

She chuckled as she got in a stance, ready to take off at any moment.

“Soarin, what is wrong with you? You know you’re going to lose,” Spitfire deadpanned through the megaphone

“Shut up Captain!” he yelled and lowered his front portion of his body and flared his wings out. “Ready, Crash?”

Spitfire’s sigh was amplified and she shoved her shades over her eyes. “On your marks...”

“Oh, Clipper.”

“Set...”

He faced Dash as she spoke. “I’m always ready.”

“Go!”

Soarin shot off at the word, blasting through the initial clouds. He didn’t risk looking back and focused on the upcoming hoops. He soared through them with ease and that’s when he felt Dash zoom by him, blue coat a mere flash as she passed him. He flapped harder, wishing he had brought goggles as tears formed in the corner of his eyes. The duo made their way around a curve, almost in line with each other, Dash a couple inches ahead.

He felt some nostalgia— doing this reminded him of when they were “together” and had raced, no pressure. Just them and the sky. Feeling the wind in his mane, Dash beside him and the steady beat of their wings was always pure bliss to Soarin.

He still felt the same, wishing they were back then so he could stop short and pull her onto a cloud and kiss her. Soarin could be competitive, losing not the overall best feeling, but found he didn’t always care about winning when he was racing with her.

When he was free.

Soarin was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the poles he had to fly through before approaching the finish. But being a Wonderbolt, he was trained for this and with the help of his expert agility, he gracefully flew through them, as did Dash.

He matched her again in pace, though he could hear her breathing heavily. Dash was fast. And ever since she had become a member of the team, her short endurance had increased by a lot. But Soarin had eight years on her endurance wise, and that was the only reason he crossed the finish line with her at the same time.

“It’s a tie,” Spitfire spoke, voice laced with minor surprise. It was a rare thing when Soarin— or any ‘Bolt for that matter, beat Rainbow Dash in a race.

“Impressive there, Clip. You’ve been doing some extra training?” Dash nudged him with a wing.

He shrugged and looked at her, mane slightly out of place and cheeks red from the exertion. It had been a long race. “Nah, just my natural talent,” he quipped.

She looked him over and despite his joking tone, she realized he was serious and raised her eyebrows. Then she paused and giggled. “You never fail to surprise me, Soarin.”

“Same goes for you, Rainbow Dash.”

They bumped hooves and he swore she had let hers linger for longer, and did little to hide the dorky smile that crept onto his face.

He relished the feeling of flying. Especially when it was with her.

Today, he got to feel wildly free.

takes place during S9 E25, (The Ending of The End Part 2.)

this is the last chapter that will take place during the canon timeline of the show for this story.

ONE MORE CHAPTER AFTER THIS AND WE’RE DONE! YAY!

“Hey, uh, woah, what’s happening?!” Spitfire yelled as they flew into their hometown.

Every current and veteran Wonderbolt were there, confused at the mass of frantic Pegasi trying to block Cloudsdale off from everything else.

Soarin had never seen anything like this in years. Loads more Pegasi made their way into the cloud city and started moving clouds to block it off from the ground below.

“The unicorns and earth ponies are doing the same thing!” a blue stallion called back.

“Nopony’s safe. Cozy Glow, Chrysalis and Tirek have returned and it’s everypony for themselves!” said a purple mare before flying off to help cover.

“What?!” Spitfire yelled. “After everything Equestria‘s been through, they just close themselves off like that? What the hell?”

Wave Chill flew in front of Spitfire and placed a hoof on her shoulder. “Captain, let’s just go watch the rally down there. Everything’s going to be fine, okay?” His dark blue eyes seemed to steady her as she faintly nodded and regained her composure.

“Fleetfoot, Blaze, Lightning, Rapid, go help them cover Cloudsdale. Misty, Wave, come with me to the weather factory. The rest of you, stay here or go listen to the talks.”

They all saluted and went to do what they were assigned.

To say he was confused would be an understatement. What had happened to Equestria, all the creatures, Cloudsdale? And Dash?

He knew she was with her friends getting ready for Twilight’s coronation. But now she was in danger. He knew it. She was an element of harmony, a best friend of Twilight’s, somepony who had faced all three of these villains. She was a hero. She’d be up against the evil. He just knew it.
Dash in no way was cowardly.

He knew she was out there trying to save the world while he was here being protected. He was beyond worried.

A young colt with a dark yellow coat and a red mane shot up, clearing his throat and looking at all the Pegasi. “Focusing on our differences keeps us divided! Villains and creatures like the windigos use that division against us!”

Everypony looked at each other as the young colt looked at all of them. “It isn’t too late! We can still help, unite with the magic of friendship!” he pleaded, wide eyes looking around.

Soarin, still unsure about this, turned up to Silver, Thunderlane, and High Winds. He owed his loyalties to Equestria, Celestia, Twilight, the Pegasi.
To Rainbow Dash.

Every other Pegasus looked hesitant yet still touched by the colt’s words, and murmured amongst one another.

“He’s kind of right,” Soarin said, though he had his worries.

High Winds glanced around. “I- yeah. It makes sense,” she agreed and sighed. “But what about all of the other ponies? How could we possibly help save Equestria? We aren’t elements of harmony and we don’t have rainbow powers and lasers.”

Soarin opened his mouth to agree with her, but stopped.

Dash poked him in the chest. “Don’t feel insecure around me because of that. And don’t take it out on me,” she uttered angrily. “You’re awesome just the way you are, Soarin, and you can do anything and I wish you would see that.”

He stared blankly as she sighed and flew away to Ponyville.

“True, we’re not Equestria’s heroes.” He walked over to the colt and stood beside him. “We have to help,” he called out. “We need to try. Celestia, Equestria, they need us!”

The pegasi’s eyes widened as they listened to him, a Wonderbolt, agree with Hyper Sonic. Then smiles slowly lit up their faces and they all raised their hooves. “For Equestria!”

Soarin looked up and nodded at Spitfire, who nodded back.

All at once, the pegasi began to clear out, busting through the clouds and down below, they could see unicorns and earth ponies running.

“Guess they had the same idea,” Silver said.

Soon, every creature from ponies to changelings, yaks, griffins, Kirin, hippogriffs and dragons were all charging ahead. It was astounding and beautiful as they all rose, the unicorns magic wrapping around Spike, Twilight, Fluttershy, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Applejack and Rainbow Dash.
Rainbow Dash.

She was tough and strong. But he worried. He worried like he had never been worried before, because the mare he loved with all his heart was still in danger, even if she was safe at the moment.

A glistening white tinted shield protected them. Looking past, Chrysalis, Tirek and Cozy Glow were all staring up at them with slightly amused looks on.

This was the biggest thing Equestria had ever faced.

But Soarin had faith. He had faith in everypony there.

He had faith in himself.

“You’re awesome just the way you are, Soarin, and you can do anything and I wish you would see that.”

She had faith in him.

He would help save the world. In any way he could.

And no doubt clogged his mind as he and his friends and everyone else shot down towards the villains, flying in circles around, yaks stomping and ponies distracting.

“Don’t let them escape!” Tirek roared.

Cozy Glow jumped on his horns. “Which ones?!”

Soarin looked back for a second and saw the shield being lifted up and brought backwards to the rest of the creatures who stayed at the top of the hill.

The “distraction” was working. Maybe they could win this. And if they didn’t, the only thing that would matter was that Dash was okay. She had to be okay.

Suddenly, a strong force pushed him all the way back at lightning speed, and had Soarin crash right into the shield, falling down it slowly beside a changeling.

He was flat on his stomach when he looked up, and his eyes made his way to blue hooves.

For a split second, just a moment, magenta locked with green. I’m okay, she told him.

He gave a curt nod. Good.

Then the shield faded and more chaos erupted.

He managed to get back in the air, ready to go back to defending when Twilight flew forward, hair flowing in the wind. “Enough!” she bellowed. “Because of you I almost lost my way.” She looked back with fond eyes. “But every creature here has reminded me of the true power of friendship.” She turned back and glared. “There will always be darkness in the world, but there will also always be those who find the light.” A pink aura surrounded her. “The Pillars knew this. That’s why they created the elements of harmony.”

Suddenly, Princess Celestia, Luna, Discord, and Starlight Glimmer appeared, along with the old Pillars of Equestria.

“The elements showed me and my friends how strong our friendship could be. Together we work to bring harmony to Equestria.”

Her friends were lifted out of the air by some magic also surrounding them with bright light, along with the six students, Silverstream, Gallus, Yona, Smolder, Sandbar, and Ocellus. And the old Pillars joined them as well.

The heroes of Equestria.

Soarin could see Dash’s rainbow tail shining brightly, even in the distance.

“But there will always be more to do, which is why we teach others about the magic of friendship, others who will continue our mission after we are gone. Now I truly understand— the elements were just symbols. The real magic has always been right here. And the more who understand how powerful friendship is, the stronger we will all be. Together!”

The speech was incredibly inspiring, and Soarin looked out to his team, feeling a rush of gratefulness for his friends. His best friends. Because the princess was right, the fact that they were friends had gotten them through many things. Rainbows shot out of the three groups, all connecting to Twilight and banishing the windigos before shooting down and meeting all three villains.

As soon as it was over, Cozy Glow, Tirek and Chrysalis stumbled up, all looking weak.

Chrysalis began to say something but was ultimately crushed by a gigantic pink cupcake as... chocolate rain? started to fall.

Spitfire smiled and nodded. “Let’s go Wonderbolts, they have this covered.” She smirked one more time at the sight below before starting to fly, the rest of the team following.

Soarin hung back, watching as Pinkie Pie absorbed and was rid of Discord’s magic.

His eyes sought out Dash.

She was beside Fluttershy, and she was perfectly safe. That was all that mattered.

“Soarin, you coming?” Spit yelled.

He nodded and followed.

Everything was going back to normal in Equestria.

Canterlot Castle had been rebuilt.

None of the three tribes held any lingering suspicions or prejudice towards one another.

And Twilight had had her disaster of a coronation.

Now to Soarin, those facts paled in comparison when the one thing that he had hoped for was happening. After about a month, was no more sporadic schedules for Dash. She had been to HQ back and forth, helping out with some of the practices and organizing a rather interesting routine for the coronation. But now she was back, going home only on the days off.

He felt rather selfish that he was happy she would be spending way more time here. And of course, less with her friends, something that she would surely be a little upset about.

“Hey Soarin.” Speak of the devil...

He smiled as she appeared in the locker room, letting his thoughts slip away. “Heya Crash.”

She chuckled and hung up her goggles. “Nice work messing up today,” she kidded.

He rolled his eyes and flushed a little as he remembered taking off a little too late, messing up the whole routine. “Hey, there was this one time when a mare with rainbow hair couldn’t even keep up with us, even after I told her to check her nine and—“

Her wingtip pressed to his mouth, effectively silencing him. He looked and saw her grinning. “Glad to see you’re still in good spirits,” she remarked.

Soarin’s wing reached out and pulled hers away, enjoying the feel of her soft, preened feathers. Their wings stayed locked together, causing his Adam’s apple to bob. A bit of regret hit him as he stared at the ground. He had avoided her for the most part in practice today. He still missed her with an intensity that hurt, and watching her save the world again p, seeing her in danger, had him torn up. He knew she was fine, yet was still regretful. He had never really got to repay her for every time she saved him.

“Are you good, Clipper?” came her raspy voice.

There he went again, lost in his never ending thoughts about anything possibly related to her. Figuring he should reply, his head lifted and he stared into her pretty eyes. “I’m fine,” he replied.

She didn’t let his wing go. “What’s wrong?”

Soarin shrugged.

“You can tell me, Soarin. I won’t make fun,” she teased gently.

He stayed quiet as she waited surprisingly patiently. “It’s dumb,” he told her.

“Eh, I’ll listen anyways.” She shrugged and her smile fell when he not-so-willingly pulled his wing away.
She said it casually, but he knew she meant it.

He sighed. Friends were allowed to express concern after all, so there was no problem saying… “I’m just really, really glad you’re okay,” he finally murmured.

Dash’s ears perked up before she gave him a small half smile. “Of course I’m okay,” she chuckled. “You don’t have to worry so much.”

Soarin glanced at her, still full of confidence and realized he had nothing to worry about in terms of them. They were okay. They were casual and easy. They could talk about anything. She was his pony, even after all this.

“We’re Rainbow Dash and Soarin,” he said.

And she was his friend. And he loved her. He loved her as a friend and as more than a friend.
“I’ll always worry about the ponies I love,” he said and instantly cringed.

A blush bloomed across her cheeks. “W-what?”

Though internally he panicked and berated himself, on the outside, Soarin kept his cool and just nodded. “Yeah, I mean we’re friends,” he answered smoothly. “I love my friends.” He emphasized the words and hoped to everything that she believed that he meant he saw her just as a friend.

Dash’s ears drooped she shook her head, laughing a little. “Oh, right, of course. Duh.” She rolled her eyes. “I uh... you know... love you too. As a friend,” she added quickly, her blush fading.

He grinned, feelings of dread somewhat exiting. “Wanna fly for a bit?”

“Sure!” she agreed and quickly slipped off her suit.

He smiled. “No races, Crash, first of all. I’m exhausted.”

She fake pouted as they headed out the door. “I suppose it’s good for your ego if we don’t.”

“Hey,” he said, now up in the air. “Who was a Wonderbolt first?”

“You’re way older than me!”

He scoffed. “Five years is not a lot.”

“Eh.” She waved a hoof. “Five, twenty, what’s the difference?”

His jaw dropped a little, unsure if he should be minimally or majorly offended. Instead, he made a risky joke. “Well it couldn’t have bothered you that much since you slept with me.”

She paused, hovering in mid air.

He waited with bated breath. Yeah... she’d be mad.

But then she broke out into a smile and merely chuckled a little. “Okay, for that joke, you’re gonna race me.”

“Or?” he challenged.

She punched him lightly on the arm. “Or I will get mad and kick your ass.”

So feisty and upfront. He loved it.

He squinted his eyes and pointed to a tree. “Ready? Onetwothreego!” he shouted and blasted off, getting an obvious head start.

“Hey!”

Almost at the speed of a lightning bolt, she was just a foot behind him and catching up quickly. “Nice save,” he called over the rushing of air in his ears.

“You know me,” she answered and flapped harder, now neck and neck. “I always come through.”

She winked at him and sped ahead, the tree coming up in just three, two, one...

“I win!” Dash yelped, turning around to smile at him. “So what’s that? A hundred to one?” she teased.

He chuckled goodheartedly. “Yeah, yeah, typical of you to beat me. But in my defence... I was tired,” he protested.

“Pfft, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Oh come on Dash, help me keep some self confidence!”

Dash faced him and made a baby face. “Okay. You were great and you can totally beat me anytime you want.”

“Thank you.” He grinned, satisfied.

As they strolled through the shy, he watched Dash out of the corner of his eye and saw as a piece of fluff landed right on her nose, causing her to go cross-eyed as she looked it over. His heart swelled at her adorableness. And then it fell. He missed her with a longing so deep it was painful.

“How’d it feel to be a hero again?” he asked softly.

She turned at his tone, a surprisingly gentle smile on her features. “It was exhilarating. Just the danger and the action and then once I know we’ve saved ponies, it’s even better.” Dash sighed happily. “It’s really, really awesome.”

“Care to elaborate?” he asked, eager to hear the full story.

Dash gazed at a cloud as she began speaking. “Guess who turned out to be Grogar,” she said.

Raising an eyebrow, he shrugged. “Uh... Grogar?” he replied.

She giggled. “Discord.”

“What? I thought he was good! What happened?”

Dash laughed. “Turns out he had good intentions.”

“Excuse me?”

She rotated her shoulders. “It’s weird, I know. Something about boosting Twilight’s confidence. It did not work out in the end.”

“Well... that kind of makes sense... in a sick and twisted way,” Soarin muttered.

She nodded along. “Definitely sick and twisted.”

“Anyways, continue.”

She did, and as usual, he listened with enthusiastic interest as she encountered the entire story dramatically, keeping him entertained for a couple hours as they flew around and back to Headquarters.

“You were there for the last part, so you know what happened,” she finished.

“Wow,” he breathed.

She always had the best stories, best adventures.

“Honestly Dash, you can make anything sound entertaining.”

“Just another one of my talents,” she quipped and yawned.

He finally noticed how tired he was and rubbed his eyes. “It’s dinner time and I’m already tired.”

Dash nodded sleepily and opened the door. “Let’s just get some food with the others and hit the hay...” she mumbled.

“Sounds good to me,” he agreed, and they made their way towards the mess hall.

Full and still tired, Soarin tossed in his bed again, trying and failing to fall asleep.

Today had been so easy, so nice. So simple. Just two friends hanging out.

Except to him, they weren’t just friends.

They were teammates, friends, confidants. Each other’s ponies. More than a best friend.

And he wanted to be lovers. Boyfriend and girlfriend.

Again, was that wanting too much?

He had felt his need and lust for her start to take it’s toll on their flight. Why couldn’t they be together? Why did he reject it in the first place? What the hell were they doing? How long was this whole work friends thing going to go on when clearly there was still something more?

They tried to hide it. He did, she did.

But their affection and care was still there in every look, every soft touch, every laugh.

He didn’t know exactly how she felt, but he knew how he did.

He was still in love with her. He always would be, because even if he wasn’t the one for her, she was the one for him.

Dash was twenty four, almost twenty-five. Surely after the talk they had had the other day, she had a better idea of what she wanted out of life. Or at least, it sounded like she did.

One day, I dunno when, but someday… it could be nice to maybe… have somepony,” she said shyly, too embarrassed to face him.

Maybe she was scared. Because Dash was a prideful pony, and would hate to be hurt. Maybe that was her hesitation, despite having a better understanding of her future.

He should tell her, he should really tell her. Because the first time he had asked she was hungover and confused and apologetic.

Just one more try, a voice in his mind told him. Soarin listened. “Rainbow Dash, what would you say to being together?” he questioned, hiding his nerves.

The inquiry took her by surprise and she just stared for a few minutes before finally opening her mouth. “I... I don’t k-know,” she stammered. “I don’t know. We’re busy a lot of the time, Soar, and you didn’t want a relationship, remember?”

He frowned. “I did. I just didn’t think we could do it.”

She matched his frown with annoyed glint in her eye. “Why do you think you can now?”

“I don’t know if I can, but I can’t take this whole friends with benefits for much longer,” he said darkly. “It’s eating me alive, still knowing that you are free to be anypony else’s except mine.”

Dash sighed. “I’m busy a lot. I’m a Wonderbolt, a teacher, I save Equestria, I spend a lot of time with my friends, and I’ve always been too awesome for stallions.” She breathed deeply. “So, I don’t know,” she repeated.

But looking over across the room and seeing her sleep, he did not have the heart to wake her up and confess. That would be cruel, telling her something intense while she was half asleep.

But…He couldn’t stay and not tell her.

Biting his lip, Soarin removed the blankets and hopped out of bed, careful not to wake Blaze or Lightning. He slipped out of the sleeping quarters and out into the cool night air, an aura of relaxation hitting him.

Memories of him and Dash addled in Soarin's mind as he wandered into the night

“Soarin, wait,” she said.

He turned around and forced a smile on his face, despite the disappointment he was feeling. “Yeah, Rainbow?”

She suddenly looked a little shy, although she tucked the look away and walked closer so they face to face, mere inches apart. A second later and she had wrapped her slim yet toned arm around his neck, her head leaning against his cheek. He could smell the soft scent of... vanilla and... rainbows? A spice only a rainbow could have. It didn’t matter, she smelled ravishing. And what the hell, he was hugging Rainbow Dash. Soarin suspected the mare didn’t do this with a lot of ponies.

“Thank you,” she whispered in his ear and pulled away.

“You’re the heart of the Wonderbolts, and we would not be a team without you.”

Rainbow giggled and drew her hooves towards the base of his wings, stroking them. “Dash,” Soarin said, biting his lip. It felt so damn good.

“You’re a terrible impressionist,” she laughed, landing on the cloud.

He stuck out his bottom lip in a fake pout. “Dashie, you’re hurting my feelings.”

Dash only giggled. “Come here, ya goof.”

She shoved him a little. “I care about you,” she stated. “I care about you. And you can think that I don’t, Soarin, but I do. And- and... I miss you right now. I liked you! I still do! I was probably falling in...” She blinked back tears and stopped talking. “You are the only stallion to ever make me feel this way. And I hate you for it. But screw you,” she snapped, “screw you, for not believing me when I say that you are the only one I want,” she whispered, tears running down her face though her voice stayed steady. “And even though we can’t seem to work, you will always be the only one I want for the rest of my life.”

A flash of a blue coat and she was there, holding it in her hooves, a split second from spilling everywhere. She checked to make sure it was okay, and then rose a bit, holding it out to him. He kept his expression neutral yet thankful. He recognized this mare, with a mane like hers it was easy to. She had saved his life, won the title of best young flier, and saved his pie. He gazed at her outfit. She had on a rainbow streaked dress with fluffy cloud trimming, golden laced up silk shoes, and a necklace with purple beading around her elegant neck. What he really liked though, was her hair. That spectacular rainbow mane had been curled and fluffed, and tied to the side, with a leaf of gold laurel near her bangs, hooking around her ears. She smiled sweetly, lighting up her rosy pink eyes. She was a sight to behold.

“Oh! Oh my gosh... oh, Soar,” she whispered breathily.

“Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!” she squealed, eyes lighting up as a big smile stretched across her face.

“Soar, the first time I see you cum, I want you inside me,” she said hotly, inching her way back up and pressing a kiss on his mouth.

“I just want some privacy,” he said. “Is it so much to ask not to be followed almost everywhere I go? Or to have these downright private ass questions spat in my face, being demanded an answer? Nopony respects my business! I don’t want to have to answer every question in a goddamn interview!” he shouted in frustration. “I just want to live my life! Why can’t I be free? Why can’t I be normal? Why can’t I be~”

He was cut off when Dash quickly wrapped an arm around his neck. “It does kind of suck,” she murmured.

He let go and hesitantly leaned into her. “I want these stupid problems to go away.”

His eyes closed as she stroked his mane. “I can’t make them go away,” she muttered in his ear and took her hoof off him, looking up through lidded lashes. “But you will never, ever have to face them alone. ‘Cause you have the team. Spitfire, Fleet, Wave...” she counted off and blushed as she stared at him. “And you have me. Always. No matter what happens, okay?”

“Race you back to HQ?”

Soarin grinned, getting into stance. “You’re on, Crash. Three~”

“Twoonego!” she shouted and took off.

Soarin rolled his eyes and sped off, catching up quickly until they were neck and neck. “Hiya, Dashie.” He winked and flew past her.

“Hey! How’d you catch up so fast?”

“Come on, Soarin, let me fix this,” she growled impatiently.

Soarin glared up at her. “You spent the whole evening with Lightning.”

She cocked an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Yeah, and?”

He had no appreciation for the tone she held. “And I turn my back for a few seconds while talking to Winds, and you two are in the Very Important Ponies room, with him pressing you against the wall and his lips on your fucking neck,” he snapped.

“Rainbow Dash, what would you say to being together?” he questioned, hiding his nerves.

The inquiry took her by surprise and she just stared for a few minutes before finally opening her mouth. “I... I don’t k-know,” she stammered. “I don’t know. We’re busy a lot of the time, Soar, and you didn’t want a relationship, remember?”

He frowned. “I did. I just didn’t think we could do it.”

“Well we’re always talking. Make sure you have some cough drops for tomorrow.” He smiled.
“Sometimes we do drinking games, cards or darts or pool. We go back whenever and we get the whole VIP section to ourselves. It’s pretty great.”

She smiled and saw a bar up ahead. “Sounds fun.”

He nudged her as the team made their way through a different door. “They got apple cider.”

Dash’s ears perked up at that, and she cast a sideways smile at him. “Then pick up the pace, Clipper!”

Dash softened her lips, gently prodding him, urging him to go slower, and when they finally separated for air, their eyes locked and she looked at him that way again. Eyes so full of gentle passion and longing it took his breath away. “Soarin,” she mumbled against his mouth. “I lo—”

He pressed his hoof to stop her and only shook his head. “Don’t say it, please,” he whispered. “But yeah, I do too.” I love you.

He raised his eyebrows. “What’s on your mind, Crash?”

She cleared her throat. “We should be friends.”

“Uh, friends?” he echoed.

“Uh huh. You know, work friends. Friends that... hang out with our other friends and laugh at lame jokes and help each other with the other’s problems. Not the super close, tell each other everything friends, because Celestia knows that wasn’t the best decision.”

“You guys are kind of like an epic love story,” said Fleetfoot.

“Epic love story,” he echoed, landing on a cloud.

He glanced around and was startled. Out of an old habit, he had flown back to their cloud. The large, fluffy cloud that wasn’t too high, but no casual flyers would pass by. The cloud they had had sex on too many times to count. The cloud they had talked and laughed on for hours. The cloud they raced to every moment they found time to hang out.

He remained still as he took in the pretty scenery of the dark evening sky, sparkling stars, the white moon, and the shadows of trees.

He missed Dash.

He was so done with the whole ‘friends’ crap. He was going to be confident and brave, not backing down or shying away or—

“Hey.”

He turned his whole body and cast his eyes upon her, heart beating faster.

There she was.

“You weren’t in bed,” she continued, landing next to him on the cloud.

“Just had to clear my mind,” he answered, turning away. He was already having doubts about a confession.

“From what?” she asked.

He couldn’t muster up the courage to answer, instead, his body and muscles tensed.

Why was this so hard? Why couldn’t it be simple? It was making him angry. He felt like a coward. And Rainbow Dash deserved way better than that.

“Don’t be like this, Soarin.”

His head snapped up and his eyes met hers. She glowed. She was always so beautiful in the moonlight. “Like what?” he asked, feigning confusion.

She waved her hoof around. “All wishy washy. What’s up?”

Again, he didn’t reply.

Dash waited and waited. And finally, when it seemed clear to her that she wouldn’t get an answer, she sighed and started to fly away.

He watched her leave uncharacteristically slowly, frustration and fog clouding his mind. Why, why, why? Why was it so hard for him to just tell her? Why couldn’t he be brave for once about his feelings for her? He didn’t want to hide them anymore, no longer able to stand it.

“So I’m ending our little rendezvous, joke of a relationship, whatever you wanna call it,” he finished.

“Rainbow, no, we can’t... Teammates, remember?”

She turned to face him and ran her eyes over his face. “I guess this is it.”

“Yeah,” he whispered.

He remembered the ache he felt after those events. That twisting, soul deep ache that threatened to tear him apart. He would not feel that again.

Not without a fight.

“Dash, wait!” he yelled. He had no idea what he was doing.

Except he did.

He was just absolutely terrified, ready to jump out of his skin. But he looked at her.

She was about ten feet away, but she still turned, quickly flying back. Her silhouette was illuminated in the most beautiful way. She glowed.

Soarin swallowed, feeling the nerves take over again. You’ll regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t say it.

After another second, a serene calmness settled over his mind. Closing his eyes and opening them, he said it. “I’m in love with you.”

He heard her sharp intake, saw the parting of her lips.

Ignoring her sounds, he kept going. “It was never going to work out, w-with Midnight Star. Because I loved you. I think about you all the time. I’m crazy about you, I always have been, I always will be.” He bit his lip, sighing a little. “And I... I tried to be okay with just being friends, but I’m not. I want to be more. I want to be with you. And I’m willing to do everything I can to make it work, because I love you.”

Dash stayed still and silent.

“It wasn’t fair of me to ask after that night in Las Pegasus. I was being selfish,” he admitted. “But I’m asking you now, when we aren’t fighting and hungover and confused.” Breathing deeply, he took a step closer. “I don’t know if you still love me, and I know this isn’t really your thing, but if you say yes, I promise I will always, no matter what, be here for you.”

Finally, he stopped talking, surprised and pleased with himself for telling her. Whether she had a positive or negative reaction, this was a weight lifted off his chest.

Minutes passed.

He did not back down. He stood his ground and stayed standing, waiting for some sort of response.
This matched the intensity of waiting for whether he got into the ‘Bolts or not. The same anxiety.

But unlike the team, Dash still did not answer.

His heart fell to his stomach. He knew her reply. No.

He berated himself. Why did he have to be so stupid? Why couldn’t he get over her? Turning away, he blinked away a couple forming tears and sighed. They were never going to—

A deep breath stopped his self-hatred. And then, “I love you too, Soarin,” she breathed. Flapping her wings, she rose into the air and landed so she was facing him again. “And I don’t want anybody else.”

His heart stopped beating, butterflies erupting in his stomach as he gazed at her sincere eyes. Really?

She nodded, gaining her usual confidence again. “You’re right, relationships aren’t really my thing. Romance isn’t really my thing. But with you...” She shook her head. “We were being stupid before. And confusing.” She nodded firmly as a wide smile spread across her face. “I’m done being stupid.”

His heart fluttered out of his chest. Her words were true, the tiny doubt in his head going away. He knew her too well, and while she was a prankster, she would never, ever be this cruel.

Dash loved him. She loved him. He loved her. And after all this agonizing time, they got to be together.

One question lingered in his mind. “Why the change of heart?” he asked softly.

She shrugged, a blush filling her cheeks. “I’m Rainbow Dash.” She stepped closer until they were mere inches away. “I don’t do things half way.” Her breath was on the side of his neck. She smiled coyly. “But first... you gotta ask me. For real.”

He tilted his head. “Ask you— oh.” He smiled. “Rainbow Danger Dash, will you be my marefriend?”

The left side of her mouth turned up and she brushed her nose with his. “I suppose that’s an offer I can’t refuse.”

He brushed his mouth against hers, getting goosebumps and a shaky feeling all over. “Thanks for giving me a chance, Miss Dash.”

She smiled. “Can’t knock something before you try it.”

“I fully agree,” he whispered, leaning in.

Another brush of the lips and then she pulled away, an evil grin taking place. “Gotta catch me first, Commander.” She winked and took off, blazing a rainbow trail through the night sky.

Shaking his head, Soarin blasted off and focused on the distancing cyan pegasus. Getting closer and squinting his eyes, he could see a faint cone forming around her.

Oh. This was something he had to see.

She flapped her wings harder and harder until her body made it’s way through the sound barrier, a loud boom and a magnificent circle of rainbow taking place all around as it rippled through the sky, spreading wider and wider.

God she was epic.

He was not letting her go.

He saw her body stay still and flew to meet her, slowing as he approached. She was breathing a little more, a little sweat on her forehead.

Soarin wrapped his arms around her stomach, his chest pressed to her back, breath on her neck.
“I love you,” she said softly, reaching her arms up and placing them on his.

He kissed the side of her neck. “You,” he whispered. “Are ridiculously awesome. You know that?”

Dash giggled in his grasp, a delicate smile forming as she leaned back into him. “Duh.”

takes place a month after the flashback parts of S9 E26, (The Last Problem.)

oh my fucking god.
that’s it.
it’s finished.

thank u to everyone who was there throughout the writing process and to anybody who is here in the future. it’s been a book that i’ve always wanted to write as such a huge shipper of these two. thank u for the reads, the comments, the likes. everything.

i’ll announce when two of my new books are out, in the same universe as this one.
Before The Rainbow, a one-shot prequel. before and maybe a little during MLP.

Moments That Brought Them Closer, considered a sequel, but i like to call it a twin story. it actually takes place during the Moments That Brought Them Together timeline, but different events that weren’t written in.

thank you, again.

- StarShear