Clouds and Feathers

by GhostInAJar

Rating: everyone
Tags: Wonderbolts, Spitfire, Applejack, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Romance, Fleetfoot
Length: 1086

A little look in on the lives of the Wonderbolts Fleetfoot and Misty Fly.

Based off of Ponysquare RP
A collection of oneshots based around the domestic life of the happily married(and, in some stories, dating) Fleetfoot and Misty Fly with regular appearances from Spitfire, Soarin' and Applejack.(Soarinjack FTW man.)
Requests will be taken, but no NSFW.

They will range from silly to angsty, so be prepared and have tissues at the ready(not like that, silly fillies!)

Published 2014-05-14 20:40:05 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-14 20:40:05 UTC

Mornings With Fleetfoot

Fleetfoot was not a morning pony.

As the dawn broke over the horizon of her apartment, light cutting through her lacy curtains and onto her face, the Wonderbolt gave a groan, reluctantly awakening as the sunlight forced her to open her eyes, and then forcing her to close them again.
Rolling over in the white sheets, entangling herself in them, the mare attempted to escape the blinding light. White mane messy and wild, the 'Bolt eventually sat up, her alarm now beginning to blare out the repetitive screech. Her cyan hoof slammed down on top of it, her face sporting an annoyed expression.

Looking at the calendar on her bedside table, an expensive home accessory made of smooth oak, the pegasus noticed that it was a Saturday, and thus she didn't have training. Flopping down onto her pillow Fleet gave out another moan.
"What.. what possessed me to set an alarm for now? It's 6:00 in the morning, for Luna's sakes!" The usually perky, British mare exclaimed, her hooves flailing wildly for emphasis. Fleetfoot continued to think as of why she wanted to set her alarm as the sun rose higher in the sky. It was ten-past when she finally realised what she had wanted to wake up so early for.

"I have breakfast with Misty Fly!"

Rushing into her bathroom, the pegasus pony stopped short. The shiny, brilliant white tiles reflected the sun to it's fullest, and her sleep-hazed mind wasn't prepared to adjust her eyes. Blocking the glare with her hoof, Fleet stumbled into the room. It was in great contrast to her bedroom, which consisted of darker colours, such as deep blues and purples- some of her favourite colours. Each room in the pegasus' house was decorated differently, so that nothing ever seemed samey or boring, and that her apartment always looked bright, vibrant and fun, like the Wonderbolt herself.

However, despite the fun, rainbow-filled feel of the apartment, there wasn't much yellow. Fleetfoot despised yellow. It was the most obnoxious of the colours, reflecting Celestia's sun and shining in her eyes when she least wanted it to. However, the deep golden hues of her teammates Spitfire and Blaze were acceptable, and nothing brought a smile to her muzzle like Misty's pale cream coat.

On that note, she ought to have gotten her mane brushed about ten minutes ago.

Considering it was a Saturday, and thus she didn't have to fly outside of leisure, Fleetfoot decided to let her mane fall, in a surprisingly wavy, almost curly, style. It hung over her left shoulder, the curls clustering at the ends. The icy blue streak in her mane formed one single curl, and the white swept over one ear, completely covering where it connected to her head.

Once the mare thought that she seemed presentable enough, Fleet left the bathroom, trotting through the corridors to her kitchen, where the back door opened out onto her garden.She tended to leave through the back so she could have some privacy as she carried on in her busy social life.

Once outside, the Wonderbolt ruffled her wingfeathers, flapping them a couple of times to prepare for flight. She paused, before propelling herself off of the cloud and into the air, her form becoming no more than a blur. Zooming through the streets, she had made it almost halfway to the the cafe when she realised that she had to make sure her mane stayed in place. The Brit sighed, slowing down considerably. Luckily, her mane was mostly in place still, with the odd end sticking out, making her look more.. well, more like Fleetfoot.

Eventually she made it, at seven on the dot. Misty had seemingly just arrived herself, and was sitting down, chatting to a waiter. The stallion in question had pastel blue fur, not unlike Soarin's, but his mane was equally pastel; and pink. Fleet trotted in, displaying a clear air of confidence. The cyan pegasus sat down opposite her marefriend, smiling gently.

"Good morning, Fleetsy." Misty greeted, her smile just as genuine, blue eyes a-sparkle. The cream-coated pegasus also had her mane down, but unlike Fleetfoot, it was tied about three inches before the end. A ribbon matching the sky's midday hues tied it together, blending perfectly with Misty's two-tone mane of aqua and a deep sea blue.

The two ponies made small talk until their waiter came back with menus. Scanning hers, Fleetfoot chose to just simply have some toast and a cup of peppermint tea. Misty ordered some toast as well, with eggs too. She had decided to drink coffee that morning.

The pair continued their conversation until their food came, where they thanked their waiter, the pastel stallion again. The conversation continued between mouthfuls, consisting mainly of maneuvers and other 'Bolt talk. Fleetfoot occasionally noticed a small lilac filly with a deep chocolate mane staring at her, but would look away when the pegasus looked in her direction. The small pony's innocence and flusteredness was endearing, to say the least. Once the couple were finished with their food, Fleet made sure to go over to the filly's table. As the small pegasus jumped up, Fleetfoot noticed a complex cutie mark, consisting of a mask, flanked by two crossed paintbrushes, painting a musical note. The final touch to the 'butt tattoo', as the 'Bolt called them, was a ribbon with a lightning bolt on them. As the young pony asked for an autograph, which Fleetfoot willingly gave, the mare commented on the mark.

"Oh! It's to represent my love of the arts, acting, painting, singing,dancing, the works! I do also love flying, like.. a LOT! That's what the lightning bolt is for. I'm pretty good.. I mean, not like you good, but best in my class!"The filly rambled."You're my favourite Wonderbolt. I'm your biggest fan!"The lilac filly squealed, and so, like a good pony, Fleetfoot hugged her.

As the two left, Misty was grinning broadly."That was a really sweet thing you did back there Fleety." The cream pegasus chuckled, giving her marefriend a wing hug, pulling her close. The two mares began to talk again, this time about more fun things, like theater and dancing.

It turned out, they had a lot more in common than they first thought.

And that felt good.

Author's Note

For my very own Misty Fly(a good Ponysquare friend)

This was written over two days, and done very sleepily. Still, I hope it's good enough. Requests are welcome.

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