I was sitting on a red velvet couch, splaying my legs languidly. My arms were in a similar position behind me, resting on the couch.

I was naked, of course. My member was erect as my gaze followed Spitfire's movements, which were mesmerizing, to say the least.

She was pole dancing, showing off her assets in a most graceful and very modest way.

"Would you like another milkshake, sir?" I look to my left to see Spitfire, wearing nothing but a very tight red pair of panties. She also had fake devil ears on and a spiky tail instead of her usual furry one.

Kinky.

I questioned the possibility of Spitfire having a twin only briefly before I nodded my affirmation.

She then produced a glass out of nowhere and bent over, giving me an eyeful of her bosom. She proceeded to hold the glass underneath her. Instinctively, I reached out and grabbed one of her mammaries, and gave it a firm squeeze. I was rewarded by a frothy white substance quickly filling the glass.

She blushed and moaned as the glass filled and filled, until it overflowed, some of the white substance landing on my erect cock.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry about that. Let me clean that up for you." She said while eying my cock hungrily. She then proceeded to give me head, licking and sucking my cock clean.

I took a sip of my milkshake while enjoying both Spitfires pleasuring me, one giving the best show that I had ever seen, and one having her head in between my legs.

"Soarin!" The one in between my legs yelled with an angry expression on her face.

What's gotten into her?

"Soarin!"

~

I sat upright on my bed, my heart threatening to burst out of my chest. I put my hand on my chest, hoping to calm it down somehow. I look to my left, and saw Spitfire standing over me with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.

"About time," she began irritably. "It's almost noon and I was beginning to think that you were in a coma. Get up ya big lug. You can't sleep the whole day."

I looked to the alarm clock on the bedside table and groaned. Only noon?! She's got to be joking! Who wakes up at this ungodly hour?!

...

Okay, I may be exaggerating a little, but this is hours before I actually begin my day.

I slumped back down on the comfy down and pulled the pillow over my head, hoping she would take the silent message to give me five more minutes.

I was rewarded by a very wet finger wriggling in my ear.

"Argh! What the fuck was that for?!" I shouted while cupping my ear.

"Just a little wake up call. I take it that it worked?" She replied sweetly.

I narrowed my eyes and scowled at her. "You're evil." I said with all the mock hate I could muster.

"And you're a heavy sleeper. So I did what I had to do for the greater good." She said while sticking her tongue out at me.

I stared at her for a long moment with a deadpan expression.

"Well, I expect you to take a shower and get yourself ready."

Ready?

"Ready for what?" I asked dumbly.

"To go out, remember? We arranged a trip with a few others from the team to tour around Manehatten before we have to do our show? Or did you forget?"

"N-no, of course not," I replied quickly. I sighed and made to push off the covers, my limbs feeling like lead only tempting me to listen to the siren call of my impossibly comfortable bed.

I stood up and stretched, hearing my joints give out a satisfactory 'pop!', before I noticed Spitfire staring at me.

I followed her gaze to see that I was still wearing her thong; and that I have an extreme case of morning wood.

"Oh, uh...did you want it back?" I asked her awkwardly, smiling at her sheepishly with a light blush on my cheeks.

"You know what? Keep it," she replied dryly. She then smirked playfully. "I think it suits you."

I blushed even harder and pouted, crossing my arms over my chest, while she chuckled at my embarrassment. "I only wished I had a camera with me!" She exclaimed between breaths.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Then get your sexy butt in the showers, mister, before I actually consider it!"

I huffed and walked towards the bathroom, intending to open the door, but not before turning around and giving my firm ass a wriggle and a slap, making Spitfire blush herself, her eyes widening and biting her lip.

Hah! That's what she gets when she thinks she can embarrass me! I thought to myself, dropping the charade. One thing that she should know about me, is that I have no shame!

I twisted the doorknob and entered the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.

~

The air was chilly as we walked through the streets of Manehatten. Despite all the fur that I now have, I still had to wear multiple layers of clothing and a winter jacket to stave off the unrelenting cold. My breath came out as little gasps as my teeth chatter uncontrollably, and my ears were splayed back. Spitfire, on the other hand, didn't seem at all bothered by the chilly weather. She wore similar clothing but was otherwise unaffected.

We were currently entering a museum. I shivered, and this time it was not because of the chilly weather. I stepped up to the entrance of the building and recalled that my friends and I had been banned from my local one. For 'all of eternity' was what the manager had said. I had never seen anyone so livid before. Maybe it was because I was making fun of his funny accent. Oh well, someone should really get that stick out of his arse.

"Soarin?" I turned toward Spitfire, who had an eyebrow raised expectantly. I walked over to our little group, which consisted of ourselves, Fleetfoot, and a few others that I don't recognize.

By carefully changing the topics during conversation, I was able to get away with not knowing any of their names.

I've got to admit, being one of the Wonderbolts, I had half-expected to be beating paparazzi off with a stick, but no such thing had occurred yet. Even though we weren't being harassed by them, I still had my guard up, my new sensitive ears twisting every which way at the littlest of sounds, trying to pick up anything suspicious. I've got nothing so far though.

We entered the building while chatting amicably amongst ourselves. We had also unanimously decided that we would split up and do our own thing after a heated argument involving Spitfire and another fellow Wonderbolt. I saw the manager walking up to us and I had instinctively reached into my pockets for my BB gun. Shit, where is it?!

"Is there a problem here, miss?" He asked with a level tone.

"No sir, none at all. My colleague and I were just arguing about pegasi mating habits, that's all." She replied coolly.

The manager raised an eyebrow but said nothing to pursue the matter. "Enjoy your visit, miss." He said, no doubt keeping an eye on us from now on.

"Thank you." Spitfire said, while glaring daggers at the subject of her ire out of the corners of her eyes.

What was it about again? I believe my name was mentioned a few times.

...Oh!

My eyes widened in realization. They must've been talking about me and Spitfire! Man, I should really start paying more attention.

I suddenly find myself alone. Had everyone dispersed and left me alone?! I was suddenly starting to freak out, but I was determined to keep my cool. I had to remind myself that there weren't any security guards chasing after me with their long black batons and taser guns.

Was there a name for fear of museums?

"Ooooookay...." I muttered to myself. "God, I feel like a child whose lost their parents." Which, in retrospect, was not far from the truth.

Deciding that I had nothing to lose, I picked a random direction and started walking. I had also decided that I might as well try to learn something from my visit. As alien as the concept sounds to me, I do like to read the odd book from time to time.

The one I bought while high didn't count.

I walked through exhibit after exhibit, passing cursory glances to any that might seem interesting. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot something peculiar. It was definitely a mare, or maybe a very feminine stallion(hey, ya never know!), who was wearing a small black hoodie and skin-tight jeans. Her tail that was poking out was a two-toned yellow and orange one. Quite stylish in my opinion, but her attire was not what piqued my curiosity, but the fact that I had seen her before. In fact, now that I think about it, I had seen her throughout the entire time I was strolling through the museum!

Deciding to test my theory, I walked towards another exhibit, and pretend that I was interested. I watched through the reflection on the glass and, as I suspected, she moved to another exhibit that was closer!

She was definitely following me. Crap! Was she going to kill me?! My mind raced with all the possible ways that she could snuff me out, from the plausible to the absolute inane. Is she hiding a knife in that cloak? Maybe she's going to poison me!!

I realized that everyone around me was now staring at me. Then again, I did look like I was about to have a heart attack, so there's that. In my panic, I noticed that the strange hooded figure was no longer to be seen.

My heart started racing, doing its best to match the activity going on in my brain.

Where the hell did she go?! Maybe she's going to kill me from a distance!

Or worse... I gulped, maybe...s-she's...with s-security...

I imagined a group of gruff-looking security guards barreling down the hallway with their big black police batons and tasers that could make you wet yourself...

"Mister, are you okay?" Asked a little filly looking up at me.

"SHE DID IT!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs while I pointed at her. I then proceeded to push down a glass display of priceless china, shattering it into tiny unsalvageable pieces, hoping that it would stall the security guards that were no doubt closing in on me, and running a dead sprint down the hallway, screaming like I was being chased by baton-wielding tasers.

"I j-just wanted an autograph..." the small filly whimpered.

~

"That was close..." I muttered to myself. I had secluded myself in a stall in the public washroom, and I was pretty sure that no one saw me entering said washroom.

And I was also pretty sure that I might've possibly caused a scene.

But that little detail was unimportant. What matters was that I was safe and those mean security guards would never think to look for me in here-

*click*

My train of thought was interrupted as my ears perked up to hear the door opening and closing.

A slow and strangely light footsteps reached my ears. My heart beats a little faster as the sound grew closer, my breathing gradually turns erratic. My palms start to sweat, and my eyes were frantically searching for a way out. The footsteps stopped after it reached my stall, and for a moment I thought that maybe the stranger left.

The door swung open suddenly.

"Boo."

I fainted.

Author's Note

Here's my shoddy attempt at trying to improve my writing. I'm not sure it worked though...

Anyways, sorry for the late update. I've got no excuse. I was just being lazy :P