Chapter 1: Pre-Show Pie

"Hey Soarin, you almost suited up?!" Spitfire shouted as she knocked on the changing room door to get her co-captain's  attention. The shouting and banging from the door stirred Soarin from his peaceful slumber, and he rolled off his couch to greet his old friend and coworker. Opening the door he saw a surprised smile on her face.

"Good evening Captain Spitfire," Soarin said, giving her a mock salute as he leaned against his door.

"Wow, you're actually in your jumpsuit before the show started!" Spitfire said, giving him a grin to show that she was joking, "That's a new-"

"Please, stop doing that, seriously." Soarin said with an oddly serious look on his face, but his reaction only managed to get both of them to burst into laughter at how absurd it was. The two of them continued to laugh like idiots until they were both out of breath, which was the signal for Spitfire to get going as well, she still had three other Wonderbolts to check on. With a small wave she was off, and Soarin's eyes couldn't help but watch her toned flank swaying as she trotted away...

"No, bad Soarin!" Soarin quietly shouted at himself as he trotted back into his room, shutting the door behind him, "We crossed that bridge a long time ago, and we got burned for it!" Looking at his mirror Soarin saw himself wearing his prized Wonderbolts uniform, but right now he wanted to rip it off. His success, and the outfit, just reminded him of the past, of flight camp. As he started to take the uniform off Soarin's mind began to replay the memories of him and Spitfire.

It was a cold evening when Spitfire knocked on his window, trying to draw Soarin out of the boys dormitory for some fun. Decided that it was worth the risk Soarin put his jacket on and slipped out the front door when the guard wasn't looking and flew towards the edge of the cliff, where he knew she was waiting. When he landed he found her sitting there, her front hooves hanging over he edge, and the moment was right, or so he thought...

"Okay, that's it, if my brain won't stop reminding me of that then I'm going to drown it out with pie!" Soarin groaned as he opened the window to his room before he jumped out, his eyes quickly searching for any place that would give him the pie he so direly needed. After doing an entire round of the cloud stadium that the setup crew had created he was unable to find a single place that was selling pies. Soarin decided that it was time to head deeper into town, and within minutes of doing so his nose was assaulted by the smell of fresh apple pies, which were being sold by a familiar orange mare.

"Hello there sir, would you like to buy one of our farm fresh pastries?" Applejack asked as Soarin landed in front of the stall, licking his lips excitedly. With an immediate nod Soarin threw a bag of bits onto the stall, his eyes locked onto three of them most delectable looking pies.

"Sir, this is way too much," Applejack said as she counted out the bits, which amounted up to almost 1000, "One pie is only five bits" Soarin didn't seem to hear her as he continued to stare at the pies, his eyes bigger than at least three ponies' stomachs. As she recounted the bits Applejack began to think about how somepony would have 1000 bits just laying around,  making her look closely at Soarin, still not knowing who he was until he began to eat one of the pies.

"You're Soarin, of the Wonderbolts, aren't you?" Applejack asked as she looked into the bag of bits again, finding a small piece of paper that identified him as co-captain of the Wonderbolts. Although she just found out who he was she still couldn't believe that he would just throw 1000 bits at her for a few pies. Of course, Soarin was too busy eating the pies that were in front of him to hear anything she was saying, which ended up getting him into a lot of trouble when he didn't hear her trying to warn him that the pies he was eating were made with cider.

"Ugh..." Soarin groaned as he held his stomach and head, the mixture of apple pie and cider causing him quite a bit of pain. Applejack couldn't help but feel pity for the ailing Wonderbolt, so she opted to shut down her stall for the night and carry him to the farm so he could rest. Of course, she knew he was going to end up missing his show, but it was a much better option than letting him fly in the condition he was in. If he did he'd probably throw up over the crowds. As Applejack carried him to the barn Soarin came to just enough to notice that he was bumping up and down on a mare's back, which his mind took as a sign that things had gotten kinky while he was out.

"What's poking me in the-" Applejack began to ask as she stopped to look at her side, "SERIOUSLY?!"

"Oh come on baby, you know you love the Soar-master," Soarin said with a stupid grin, obviously still not all there, but his actions were still just as disturbing to Applejack. Once she made it to the farm she headed over towards the barn, where she threw the "Wonderbolt" into a pile of hay, not even checking to see if his wings were okay afterwards. With one last look at Soarin to make sure he was passed out Applejack headed up to her own bed, tired from having to carry a full grown stallion with a full stomach all the way from Ponyville. Just as she drifted off to sleep Applejack heard Soarin shout something in his sleep,

"Where'd my pretty orange mare go, we were only half way done!"