Ms. Harshwhinny's Wish

It’s never like in the movies, is it?

Surely, if this were a sappy romance story, then today would be overcast, and maybe there’d be some rain. The streets would be empty save for a few stragglers going back home.

“Fillies and gentlecolts, welcome to the Wonderbolts Derby!”

So, of course it would be a beautifully sunny day with clear skies and almost no clouds.

“The competitors are taking their places at the starting line, and the race will begin momentarily!”

You hover idly on the empty room, waiting for the main event to start, lost in your thoughts, the same thoughts that had flooded your mind for the last two days, thoughts about a chestnut coat and a blonde mane. You sigh loudly, in the apparently empty room.

“Hey there, pal.” A white head with a red and white mane peers through the door. “Are you ready for the race?” Fire Streak enters the room and flies towards you, his goggles hanging limply around his neck.

“Yeah…” You answer. “At least I don’t feel tired.”

“It’s something to be thankful for.” He nods as he crosses his legs over his chest, as if he’d just said something wise.

You stay silent, and he takes that as his cue to talk again. “We’re going to a show in Filly’ after this, right?”

“I think so, why?”

“Well, it’s not going to be as big as the Derby, nor as taxing.” He flaps his wings nonchalantly and examines his left hoof.

“Uh… Yeah, I guess.” You answer, not sure about what he’s talking about.

“So I suppose we’ll have some free time, right?”

“Fire Streak, it’s not that I don’t appreciate your support.” You turn around and look him in the eyes. “Because I really do appreciate it but, what is this all about?”

“Hey, I’m just saying.” He gives you a smile. “Small towns don’t require that much attention.” He then puts on his goggles and flies off, but not before yelling at you. “The race starts in fifteen minutes, don’t take long!”

“What are you--?” You call after him, but another voice freezes you on your tracks.

“Hoofington is a small town, too.”

Silence fills the room, but it's a different silence. It doesn't feel tense, or filled with regret, but rather with relief and a hint of hope.

“B-but…” You’re completely sure you’re making a fool of yourself. Wide eyes, gaping mouth, you may even be trembling a little bit. But you didn’t care. Right now you only cared about the mare in front of you.

The clean mane, the lavender suit and matching earrings that exuded professionalism, and the blue eyes that mesmerized you as if they were whirlpools.

“Ah… How?” She giggled lightly at your question.

“Being the Head Inspector of the Equestria Games gives you certain benefits.” She walks closer to you. “Such as delegating smaller committees to take care of your duties.”

You linger there, not being able to move.

“And you left the tickets in my room.” She's almost in front of you now.

“Whu… what?” You can’t even form a small phrase. You are paralysed.

She looks tired, but she still smiles.

“Honestly, I was joking when I told you that you were sexier with your mouth shut. You can talk to me.”

“Why are you here?” You flinch back at this and stammer out a response. “I mean, I’m happy that, I mean, glad.” You smack your face with your hooves.

She lifts a hoof of her own to your face and lowers yours. “You want to know why I came back, even after what you said.” Her smile is still there.

You nod, having given up on saying something that made sense.

She sighs and trots towards the window that oversaw the track.

“It’s true that we may not be able to spend much time together. That much is obvious.” You flinch back slowly, not sure what to expect. “But you said something else, too.” She then turns around and shoots you a wide smile.

“We should be glad about the time we had together.” She looks through the small window at the racing field outside. “I know we wouldn’t see each other much, but maybe—“

That was it.

That’s all it took for you to forget the excuses, the problems and everything else. You fly towards her and hold her in your arms, kissing her before she can speak again.

You stay there, kissing each other, hovering mid-air.

“The race will start shortly! So go to your seats and get ready to enjoy the show!” The announcer said.

“Will you root for me?” You whisper softly on her ear.

“I’m sorry, but my bits are on Fleetfoot.” She shoots back, eliciting a laugh from you. “However, I may be able to attend a certain party with you.”

“I’ll be looking forward to that.” You descend and lay her down on the floor.

“Now go. You have somewhere to be.” Her smile widen and she gives you a quick peck on your cheek.

Your smile mimics her. And now you go and fly, because…

Because now you have someone for whom you’d race.