If Wishes Were Pegasi

Upon arriving at the restaurant, you hold the door open for Dash and her friends, allowing the mares to enter before you. Of the ponies you've invited, Rarity and Fluttershy are the only two that have shown up overdressed. You expected nothing less from Rarity, but the fact that Fluttershy had gone out of her way to make herself look nice makes you uneasy. It also draws quite a few curious looks from the others, who haven't thrown on anything at all - not thinking it necessary given the casual nature of the establishment. You specifically asked Dash to leave her uniform at home, not wanting the night out to be ruined by a throng of rabid Wonderbolts fans clamoring around her for autographs and pictures.

“Are you all together?” you’re greeted by a dark blue unicorn waitress as she glances around at the various faces in your group.

“Huh?” you ask with a raised eyebrow as you misinterpret the question for a fraction of a second, “OH. Yeah. All seven of us will be dining together,” you stammer.

“Would you like a booth?” she asks almost before you finish your response.

“Sure!” Dash interjects.

Effortlessly the unicorn waitress levitates seven menus from a nearby stack and makes her way through the somewhat crowded dining room motioning for you to follow.  You trail along behind her as she skillfully dodges around other servers tending to their tables amidst the moderate din of diners’ conversation. The place is busier than you expected it to be, so you’re pleasantly surprised to be seated so quickly. She takes you to a very large and somewhat out of the way booth in the corner of the restaurant and places the menus on the table spaced apart perfectly - she’s obviously had a lot of practice at this.

You take a seat in the booth, and the mares all file in around you, quietly chatting amongst themselves. Dash is sitting on your left in the huge semicircular seat that surrounds the table. Next to her is Pinkie followed by Applejack, Twilight, and Rarity sitting on the end opposite from you.

“And what will we be drinking tonight?” the waitress asks, making notes on her pad as she takes the group’s drink orders one by one, starting with Rarity. Only now do you notice that Fluttershy still has not taken a seat at the table, standing beside and slightly behind the waitress. She runs a hoof over the back of her neck nervously, biting her lip as she tries to avoid making eye contact with you. Without hesitation you offer her a warm smile and motion for her to take a seat next to you, scooting toward Dash to make room for her on the end. The tension in Fluttershy’s body language eases up as she takes a seat next to you, though she still seems nervous and uncomfortable.

“And what can I get you to drink, sweetie?” the waitress asks you with a smile.

You shake your head, snapping back to your senses as you turn your attention to her.

“Oh, just some apple cider I guess,” you reply.

“Alright, I’ll be back in a few minutes with your drinks if you all want to take a few minutes to look over your menus,” the perky waitress says before trotting away.

“Fluttershy, dear, I just adore that ensemble. You simply must tell me where you acquired it darling,” Rarity says as she smiles across the table at the yellow pegasus.

“Oh, um, it’s nothing really,” Fluttershy replies modestly.

Dash leans over you with a raised eyebrow as she looks at Fluttershy.

“Yeah,” Dash says, “I was meaning to ask you about that. Why’d you get so dressed up? It’s not like it’s a special occasion or anything.”

“Oh. W...well, you see... I...” Fluttershy averts her eyes from Dash and fumbles over her words. You become uneasy being trapped between them for that exchange. To everyone’s relief, the awkward moment is broken by the waitress returning to begin taking orders.

“Will this be on separate checks?” The waitress pony asks as she glances around the table. Before anyone can speak, Dash puts a hoof around you and smiles.

“Nope! Put it all on the same one, he’s paying!” Dash chuckles as she playfully hoofs your shoulder. The waitress shoots you a questioning glance, and you simply sigh and nod.

“I was just kidding, you don’t really have to do that you know,” Dash whispers to you as the others begin ordering.

“It’s fine Dash, I’ll take care of it,” you reply hesitantly.

“Well, okay. If you insist,” Dash says before lowering her voice even more to make absolutely certain she’s only heard by you. “I’ll make it up to you later,” she nuzzles your cheek and winks at you, the tone of her voice sending a shudder of titillation through your body. Having taken every order but yours, the waitress turns her attention to you.

“And what will the gentlecolt be having tonight?”

You wince at the sudden thought of how much the entire meal’s going to cost and decline to get anything yourself, having quickly lost your appetite.

“Ya know, it’s mighty kind of ya ta offer, but ah’m sure the rest of us can pay for our own,” Applejack says when you don’t order.

You shake your head in response.

“No, it’s fine, really. It’s the least I can do considering how much of Dash’s time I take up when she could be spending that time with the rest of you,” you chuckle softly. “Besides, I was the one who invited the rest of you out, so I-”

“That’s very generous of you,” Twilight interrupts with a reassuring smile, “but we couldn’t let you do that.” The rest of the ponies nod in agreement. “It won’t be too much trouble for you to split this into separate checks, will it?” Twilight asks the waitress.

“Not at all! I’ll take care of that for you as soon as I put the order in. Are you still sure you won’t be having anything?” she asks as she turns to you again. Your stomach rumbles almost as if on cue.

“If it makes you feel better, you can still have the privilege of paying for mine! Hah!” Dash teases as she pulls you close to her. You smile and shake your head, chuckling under your breath as you look over your menu. A quick glance up at the waitress tells you that her patience might be starting to wear a little thin, so you close up the menu and just tell her to give you the same thing Dash is having.

You remain unusually silent as the others return to quietly chatting amongst themselves whilst waiting for their food. Much of the conversation centers around Dash’s training with the Wonderbolts, how she’s been adjusting to being away from everyone, when she’d be able to visit again, things of that nature. Though your previous statement had been somewhat in jest, the truth is you really do feel bad about the amount of time Dash spends with you. You wouldn’t blame her friends for any negative feelings they might harbor because of it, though if they do they’ve certainly never shown them.

The rest of dinner is rather uneventful - well, except for the few awkward times you seem to catch Fluttershy staring at you out of the corner of your eye. As you pay your bill and leave, you invite the mares back to your place to spend some more time with Dash and do some more catching up with her. It seems like the courteous thing to do, but they decline, each finding an excuse as to why they should get going, perhaps not wanting to intrude too much on your limited time with Dash. As they depart one by one, they thank you for an enjoyable evening, each of them giving Dash a friendly hug just in case they don’t get to see her again before she returns to Cloudsdale.

On the walk back to your house, you remain painfully silent, simply enjoying the walk with Dash at your side. As you reach your front door, she steps in front of you, preventing you from entering. She raises an eyebrow as she looks at you.

“Why have you been so quiet tonight?” Dash’s tone is almost scolding in nature as she speaks. “And what was the deal with you and Fluttershy at dinner? You were both squirming practically the whole time,” she asks in an accusatory tone. Your eyes go wide and your mouth opens in a dumbfounded expression.

“Say what now?” you ask in genuine confusion.

“You been puttin’ moves on her or something?” Dash’s eyes narrow and her nose crinkles up in annoyance. “She was awfully dressed up for a casual night out with her friends. If you got something to tell me you better do it and clear the air right now. I know I’ve been gone for a long time, but if you start chasing another piece of tail - especially one of my friends - and especially especially Fluttershy, you’re gonna regret it, I’ll make sure of th-”

Dash is abruptly interrupted when you lunge forward and press your lips against hers, placing a hoof around the back of her head and pulling her into the kiss forcefully, moaning softly with desire for her. As you break the kiss, your eyes lock on hers and you smile sincerely.

“Have I ever told you you’re adorable when you’re jealous?” you tease lovingly. “You know I only have eyes for one pegasus, and I’m staring at her right now.”

Dash blushes and looks away from you, her expression softening as she rubs her mane nervously.

“Sorry about that,” she mumbles. “It’s just that, well, the thought of losing you really puts me on edge I guess. Not that, y’know, you’re irreplaceable or anything. Heh,” Dash teases as she playfully pushes you away. Though you know she doesn’t really mean it, it stings a little bit to hear her say that. You get a mile-wide grin on your face as you gently press your hoof into a sensitive spot just below her left wing.

“Of course I’m irreplaceable. Nopony knows your body like I do, Dashie,” you whisper to her as you softly blow on her ear. She shivers and flaps her wings once.

“Oh really?” Dash says, attempting to feign disinterest and failing horribly to do so, “you certainly seem sure of yourself, colt.”

Her entire body shudders as you slowly run your hoof over the edge of her wing. Dash flaps her wings again and gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head for a fleeting moment.

“Oh screw it, I’m no good at this playing hard to get crap with you,” Dash says as she kicks your front door wide open with a huge smile, her eyebrows creased deviously as she stares you down and licks her lips. You turn and pretend you’re about to run away, but with cat-like reflexes Dash snaps your tail up in her mouth and drags you inside, slamming the door loudly after she pulls you in.

You bask in the delightful afterglow of another passionate romp with Dash as you lie in bed next to her, one of her wings stretched over top of you beneath the covers. Smiling and sighing contentedly as you run your hoof through her mane, you kiss the snoring pegasus on the tip of her muzzle. As you often do, you begin to wonder to yourself how in Celestia’s name you ever got to be this lucky. You’ve never felt as though you deserve Dash. There are plenty of stallions out there who are much smarter, stronger, braver, more handsome, and infinitely more deserving of the fiery mare’s affections, yet here she is - the mare of your dreams - blissfully sleeping as she embraces you. Whatever it is, you hope that it’s enough to always keep her coming back for more, no matter how long she stays gone.