Cause he's my favourite, honey.

by The Frank

Rating: teen
Tags: Anthro, Alternate Universe, Romance, Comedy
Length: 2446

Soarin has a night on the town and meets this girl... who expects to be treated right.

Soarin retells a story of his weekend for some of his fellow wonderbolts. How he met this girl, Octavia, in a bar, how she followed him home and…then… It's hot and steamy and it doesn't end where you think it will.

This is an ANTHRO-fic. But they're basically human with wings.

In short, I heard a song and got the last line in my head… and that's the story. The sex tag is there because some blunt hints of sexiness, but not that graphic.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-30 18:50:03 UTC

the chapter

Cloudsdale! The shining star of the North! The home of the glorious Wonderbolts and the keystone in the defence of Equestria. It was once said that the distance from Canterlot was only 7 miles horizontally, but  37 miles vertically! This is however not true, at least not anymore, due to the fact that most of the town nowadays rests on mountain, and only some parts are built on Clouds. Back in the days when the whole town was built on clouds, its position was floating. However, now it is placed exactly 13 miles northwest from Canterlot. But the difference in height is still an impressive 23 miles.

The part of the city that is built on actual cloud consist mostly of the Rainbow factory and the military base of the Wonderbolts. The Wonderbolts have bases spread all over Equestria of course, but the Cloudsdale Facility is the biggest. It contains the training grounds, and the lodgings of the third, fifth and seventh legions of the Wonderbolts. Of those three, the fifth is the most highranked. The other legions are more or less dependent on machinery, but the fifth is pure wingpower, and hence, its the most honourable and coveted to join.

However, even in the lodgings of the glorious Wonderbolts, there are mondays after a rough weekend. Furloughs are tough. The Wonderbolts have a reputation of partying quite hard, and to have their way with the opposite or same sex rather easy. And this was very much monday.

This very much monday, private Scarlet Scrambler walked down the corridor of the barrak where the second cohort of the third legion spent their days. With a good 35 minutes until briefing, most pegasi were taking it easy. The ones who had their furloughs were silent, suffering from lack of sleep or hangover, and the ones who had stayed behind cared for them and kept quiet, knowing they would be treated like the same way for their hangovers. However, Scarlet Scrambler was not that kind of Pegasi. He was the cohorts gossiper, and mondays was the regular day of him walking up to his comrades and ask the one question:

“Well… did you GET ANYTHING this weekend?”

With “get anything” he meant sex. There were rumours about Scarlet Scrambler being the only virgin in the cohort, hence his absurd fascination about other pegasi's sexlives, but most of his fellow Wonderbolts just saw him as a pervert.

This monday was something of a dry well, though. And his goldmine of stories, Second Lieutenant Rainbow Dash, had started going steady with some pink-haired earth-chick three weeks earlier, and since then, she had told him nothing. Just that stupid big smile and a headshake. The others had very rarely anything interesting to share. If he was desperate, he always could talk to Afterburner. Scarlet Scrambler wasn’t into guys, but he liked stories with happy endings and Afterburner ALWAYS scored. How he found them, Scarlet Scrambler couldn’t understand, but there was always some shy, overweight nerdy guy hanging in Afterburners grip every Friday night. Or the occasional bodybuilder, but that was pretty rare. Afterburner liked to take it slow.

Nope, this monday was really dry. But, at the end of the corridor he spotted First Lieutenant Soarin. He was sitting with his wings folded by his back, and reading a report. He looked like he had a rough weekend behind him. Soarin was not really talkative, but for a pegasi like Scarlet scrambler, it was worth a shot at least. It was a fact that Lieutenant Soarin wasn’t the guy who ran around very much, but when he did, he always had something interesting to tell. Not that he looked like he got lucky this time… but still.

“Good morning Lieutenant! Did you get any booty this weekend?”

Soarin looked up from his papers.

“Don’t you have better things to do than ask personal and stupid questions, private?”

“I take that as a no, then, lieutenant.” Scrambler replied with an evil grin. On the battlefield or during service, an officers word was law, but here in the lodgings, the atmosphere were more easygoing, and Scrambler didn't have to fear any other reprimands than shrugged shoulders or a tired smile.

“Well…” Soarin looked a bit uneasy. ”Yes and no…”

”Ok?” Apparently the lieutenant had something on his mind, otherwise he would never have confided in Scrambler. This might turn out good! Just keep calm...

”Well… it’s a bit funny… it was on Friday. I have a room in Canterlot, so I went there for the weekend. And I have this little place, Harry’s, that I usually waste a couple of hours at. Well, around eleven pm, I saw this earth-chick sitting in the bar. Latte-coloured, and long black hair all over her back. Grey dress. The thing was so tight you could follow the lines of her perfect ass all the way, you know?”

“Ahaaa…” Scrambler said with a knowing smile.

“Well, I wasn’t sure how to make a move and the she turns around and looks at me. And I tell you man, even from where I was sitting, I was drowning in those deep dark eyes. They just sucked you in. And then she smiled and saluted me with her glass. That smile… I could feel it down in my pants…and you know what she was drinking? Apple Jack Daniels Black!”

“Could you tell that from that far?”

Soarin looked a bit confused at scrambler, but then he got back on track.

“Eh?… no, I asked to by her a drink and that’s what she wanted. On the rocks.”

Scrambler whistled. “Sounds like a babe for you, Lieutenant.” Scrambler noticed with some irritation that he had a slight wingboner. Damnit, not THAT easy... really a dry monday this. He could only hope that the lieutenant didn't stop because of him being to eager.

“Yeah… Well, we talked for a bit…”

“Talked, Soarin? If I know you right, you probably was staring at her boobs and just said ‘eeeeeeehhh’”

Scrambler didn't see the face of the pegasi talking, but you couldn't mistake that voice. Second Lieutenant Rainbow Dash landed next to Soarin and pinched his cheek.

“Oooh… he’s blushing… Soarin, I didn’t think you had it in you! So, how big was her boobs? Like mine or like Spitfires? Or where they small, Like Lightning dusts?”

“YOU LEAVE ME OUT OF ANY CONVERSATION YOU'RE HAVING, DASH, OR I WILL PLUCK YOUR FEATHERS OF WITH A RUSTY NIPPER!” A shout was heard from the other end of the corridor.

“SORRY DUSTY! YOU'RE OUT!” Rainbow shouted back at Lightning Dust. “Well, go on then! Don’t leave Scramblewanker without fantasies. And he's already wetting himself, little guys wings are standing out like the flagpoles of Canterlot Castle."

“Hey!” Scrambler blushed, both for the fact that his wings WERE erect, and because of the nick Rainbow had given him.

“Shut up, virgin. So, how big were they? Or do you actually remember what you talked about?”

Soarin had been off track since Rainbow entered the conversation, and for a moment, he just sat there, openmouthed.

"...Really, Dash... you know the rules. no flying indoors!"

"Just practicing how to avoid narrow orifices, SIR! And don't change the subject!"

"...like Spitfires."

“Oooh, captain-size…I would drown in those as well. Well, then?”

“Yeah, well… some drinks later we went over to my place. I took her on a little flight."

"Good move. Did you pretend to drop her? They get really clingy when you do that." Dash was leading the conversation now.

"Do you do that with Pinkie, Dash?"

"Oh yes... especially when she's not really in the mood for it... just a little flight, some 10 feet of falling and then... she's like wax in my hands."

"You really are a jerk, Dash. Lucky for you Pinkie hasn't seen through that yet."

"Hey, what's the use of wings if you can't use them! Theres a tip for you, private! Use them as a tool, not as a sign that says 'I'm a cheap virgin, take me!' "

Scarlet Scrambler noticed with another blush that his wings were fully erected again. It took him a lot of effort to fold them in, and the evil sniggering of Rainbow Dash wasn't helping. She, of cource had her wings in perfect control. But the tip of Soarin's wings were flapping, he was irritated, and stared at his fellow officer, but the events of the weekend was apparently something that weighed him down very much, so he continued to speak.

"Well, I sat her down on the roof. Yes it is a penthouse I am renting. I like to take a flight in the morning. Well, we took some more drinks... We talked about politics, art, if we had any friends in common... We talked a lot about music. Hell, when I think of it, her stockings had a pattern of notes. Really hot actually.”

“Yeah yeah…go on.”

“Well… we had another drink and then… … we stood there and looked at the view and…then I kissed her.”

“Just ‘kissed’ her?”

“Yeah, I "just" kissed her. What do you want me to say, I took her face in my strong manly hands and pulled her towards me. I put my strong wings around us, sheltering us from the world, I felt her breasts against my bare chest and I could smell her excitement. It was a kiss that sent fireworks through my spine?”

Scarlet Scramblers jaw was at the floor.

“REALLY?”

“NO, you jerk… It was a kiss, damnit. But then SHE grabbed my face and pulled me in. and THAT one did feel a bit like that. Well, we were kissing, and I played a bit with her hair… and I think she actually felt I had a ... I was excited..., because..."

"“You know, I am not a real lady, you can say cock” Rainbow interrupted, but she was also listening eagerly. Scrambler was lost totally.

"...I was going to say hard-on. Well, she pulled her hips closer to me. I figured she was up for it and so...I grabbed her ass.”

“Oooh… that early?”

“Yeah well… I was drunk and horny, couldn’t really help myself. Well, She was on the go, cause then she started stroking my pants…over my…shut up. And so I moved my hands from her butt, and slowly put my right hand up under her dress. I could feel her panties, they were actually a bit wet so I thought that this was a homerun. THEN I put my wings around her. It actually felt really good. And she started to pant and moan when I stroke her…but then…”

“Then?”

“She pushed my face away, and placed a finger on my mouth. And then she said ‘I think you want to make love to me’”

“ What kind of girl seriously says THAT to a guy? I mean, you should always have consent but... those words? How old was she? 54?”

“Told you she was something special. And then she said ‘you know, I want you to make love to me… but I want to make love to music!’ “

“Ooohkaay…”

“Yeah, so I let her go, and went for my computer and browsed my Mp3-compartment. turned on the stereo to get it right.  And I started to… test songs. She sat in my sofa. At first she looked really sexyface, but after a while, she started to frown. It was like, every damn song I put down was the wrong kind. I mean, I started with 'Love is bloom' with Sweetie and the crusaders, then I tried Nowaysis 'up in the sky'. But she kept that frown. So, I thought, lets go for the tough ones. So first I tried 'At the unicornclub' with Sapphire Shores, and then I put on 'Cloud Thing' with DJ-PON-3. I turned around to see her standing right next to me, turning of my stereo. And then she spoke”

“Oooh...buisness time coming. What did she say, then?”

“Heh...the opposite actually. ‘What is this modern rubbish? You’re not going to make my panties drop whit this crap.  I want to make love to Rock'n'roll! REAL MUSIC! ’ Then she leaned over, showing me her cleavage and said ‘If you want me, you better play some Buddy Hayley.’ “

"Buddy Hayley?"

“Yeah... you know, Singer from the fifties? Black glasses? Guitar? ‘Mary Sue`? ‘Easy Peasy’? ‘Guess it doesn’t matter anymore’? ‘That’ll be the hay’?”

Rainbow Dash gave a nod. “Yeah…I know that guy. How come you know so much about him?”

“Ehrm..." Soarin blushed and went on. "Then she turned around, bent over for her glass, turned back at me and said ‘Cause he’s my favourite, honey.”

“So…how did it go?” Scarlet Scrambler finally got his ability to talk back.

“Well…I didn’t have any of his songs. So she left."

"She left?" Scrambles jaw dropped even more, but now with surprice.

"She left. She just stood up from the sofa, looked at me with eyes that said 'to bad for you' and then she left. I followed her to the door. Couldn't make myself saying anything. And then she said ‘Sorry boy, that’s the style I rock. Hope you can understand.’ And then she was out of my apartment. And there I was. Alone, confused and... aroused. Well, I went for a flight too cool my nerves. And then I got drunk, and that was my friday.”

“She left? Damn…that’s tough lieutenant…” Scramblers wings finally folded themselves.

Rainbow Dash looked at her colleague with sympathy.

“Can’t blame you for getting drunk then. Man that was some chick! Integrity, that's sexy! But why haven't you got one of those accounts? Haytunes, of whatever and ….AHA!"

"What?"

" THAT'S WHY you know those songs! You got an account yesterday, listened and read about him, and now you will go back to the same bar on Saturday and try your luck to find that latte-coloured earth-chick? “

Soarin looked uncomfortable. Apparently that arrow hit its mark.

“Pah...What kind of a looser do you think I am, Dash?”

“ Duh, That is what I would have done. You got any name?”

“Octavia... I think... and... yeah...that's my plan for the weekend.”

Scrambler just looked at Soarin.

“Wow Lieutenant… that was some story. Sorry about you running dry though.”

“That's how life is,private. Why, you might learn some lessons as well one day WHEN YOU ACTUALLY START TALKING TO GIRLS. ...But the fact that I didn’t get anything isn’t really what buggers me…”

“Alright, what is it then?” Rainbow asked.

“It is the fact that I got cockblocked by DJ-PON-3! I mean… HOW is that even POSSIBLE??!!!”