What Happens in Pegasus

Dash’s head buries itself in the pillow, where she lets out a muffled groan of frustration and hopelessness. There, she just remains face-down on the bed, hoping that if she can’t see her own embarrassed self, nopony else can.

“Hey, don’t worry yourself,” you place a hoof on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, “It could’ve gone a lot worse.”

“It could’ve gone a lot better, too!” she rolls over to face the ceiling, “As if Spitfire hearing us in the locker room together was bad enough, she nearly fired Soarin’ over it! She nearly had us pinned as cheaters or something! She nearly made it so I’d never become a Wonderbolt for as long as I lived!” That last one almost causes her to choke up; you recognise that crack in her voice.

“Nearly, sure,” you try to point her towards the bright side, “But she didn’t! They reversed the decision to fire Soarin’, and I’m pretty sure they’ve got you chalked up as innocent too. There‘s a lot of things that almost happened,” you lie down next to her; the bed itself is feeling a lot more comfortable after the whole commotion, “but that only means it didn’t happen. It could’ve been way worse. Don‘t worry your little head about it.”

You give her a stroke of her multicoloured mane, easing her stresses, before she gives you a thankful smile. From there, she gives you a sleepy, yet strong embrace, nuzzling you as you both lie there on the comfortable hotel room’s bed. Soon the madness of the past day is finally out of sight and out of mind, with Rainbow’s soft rhythmic breathing lulling you into a welcoming slumber.

“Hey, rookie?” she mumbles sleepily. You shift closer to her, showing her you’re awake, “You know how you took the blame for the whole locker room thing?”

You nod, as if she could see you through her heavy eyelids, “I didn’t want you to get in trouble with your idols.”

She squeezes you like something precious, something that the world had only one of, and that one was hers.

“You’re the coolest boyfriend ever.”

At that moment, you decide that you could happily lie there, holding your Rainbow Dash, forever if time would allow.

And that was only your first day in Las Pegasus. The rest of the weekend is going to be huge, especially with a Wonderbolts show tomorrow noon. Just before you drop off to sleep, you gain the silly idea of paying a trip to a nearby launderette sometime before you go.

*******

“Showtime in five, everypony, let’s dazzle ‘em like we always do!”

The manager of the Wonderbolts shows her usual upbeat demeanour as she does each and every time they put on a show. While half of her job was managing the Wonderbolts in terms of touring and performing, she always puts in extra effort to keep their spirits high and their sense of fellowship strong. The flyers of the squad respond energetically to her following pep talk, however two of the members, the captain and her number-one wingman, only smile calmly.

“You aren’t still mad about me kicking off at the restaurant last night, are you?” the fiery-headed captain murmurs.

“I was never mad, Spitfire,” her friend replies, “I was just glum at you hating me, y’know? I’d never want to see you angry at me.”

“And why would that be?” she asks, expecting a corny line like ‘because you mean so much to me’.

“Because you’re darn scary when you’re angry.”

Ah yes, she remembers now; she’s talking to Soarin’.

“But, uh,” he continues, “it would also suck to think that I made you angry in the first place too. I don’t ever wanna be the kind of stallion to do that to you.” He takes a small breather to prepare him for what he’s about to say next; “Listen Spitfire, I have to ask, you know how we’re sometimes together when we’re on tour? Like, together in the bedroom?”

“We’re going to perform in two minutes; I know you’re fast, Soarin’, but that’s kinda pushing it-”

“No, I don’t mean that,” he says, “I’m just wondering if after the show, we could do stuff together. Not even in the sexy way, either, I mean something like going out on the town, have some fun, maybe share a pie between us…”

“Whoa, really?” Spitfire had never heard that before, “You’d actually want to share a pie with somepony?”

“With you, Spitfire, of course I would!” Soarin’ gives a warm smile, “Of course, it’d have to be an extra-large pie, but still…”

Giggling like a school-filly on a date, Spitfire humbly turns to her partner, “Sure thing. Looking forward to it already.”

“It’s time, Wonderbolts!” the manager cheers, “You know the drill, get out there and be fantastic!”

*******

As the Wonderbolts did their thing - bolting around and causing general wonder amongst the awestruck audience - one of the members notice something very strange in the crowd. Something they didn’t see all that often.

Two strange figures sit in the front row, where the ‘guest list’ group would watch. They both seem to be wearing perfectly made Wonderbolt outfits. Of course, they were probably just fan-made replica costumes, right?

(Spoiler; Look out! Jacuzzi and costumed role-playing fetishes incoming! Oops, too late!) - Crowley