"And so I said, Geez Soarin, are you a pegasus or a dodo bird?"
Both cerulean blue ponies started to laugh, along with the rest of the haughty pegasi that had been invited to the garden party. They had rented out a section of the park for a while, as the royal gardens were already preserved for some rich couple's reception. The occasion he was there for? Apparently some niece he never knew he had who was getting married. His family was full with a lot of bachelors and mares' men, there were bound to be some nieces and nephews you'd only learn about from fancy parties and the holidays.
Fleetfoot wasn't even family, but he just needed a date to this gathering while he sorted out his life. Being demoted from the wonderbolts does a lot to a stallion, and at least one pony shared his thoughts on the way things are.
"You are quite the comedian, Fleetfoot," Wind Rider chuckled, taking the last sip of his appletini, "I wouldn't be surprised if another name your parents considered for you was Quickwit,"
He paused, feeling something tug at his scarf. Looking down, he saw the pink filly at his feet. "Uncle Rida?"
He put on a big flashy smile, "Yes Petunia?"
"Can I wear your scarf?" She showed off her big blue puppy dog eyes.
He chuckled softly, "Of course my dear," He pulled the fabric from around his neck and put it on Petunia, helping her tie it right so it wouldn't slip off of her.
"Y'know, only real wonderbolts get to wear my scarf." Wind Rider said, causing her to look up worried. Smirking, he ruffled up her berry blue mane, "Can't wait to see you flying in the major leagues, Petunia~"
Giggling, she made weird noises like an engine was starting off and started to zoom around the park.
Wind Rider sighed and straighten out his jacket, "She's such a hopeful filly, too bad she's such a terrible flyer," He said, grabbing another appletini and downed it quickly.
Fleetfoot rolled her eyes, "Yeah, a pigeon can fly better than her," She grumbled, not really a big fan of foals. "Let's go grab some cake before your niece's fat plotted husband gets it all." The blue pegasus tapped his shoulder and pointed to the buffet table, where said stallion was already eyeing down the cake.
He nodded, "Of course, for our sake and his." He drank one last drink before trotting with his colleague to the food,
Little did either of them notice they trotted right over Rider's scarf, which had fallen of Petunia not long ago as she zipped around like a dragonfly.
-
"That was some party, wasn't it Windy?" Fleetfoot snickered, all red faced from all the cider they had that night. The two trotted out of the park, the stallion's bigger arm wrapped around her back, keeping her from falling over into the cobblestone path.
"Yeah, but I think you've had too much to drink, I'll call you a cab," Wind Rider suggested.
She shook her head and pushed herself away, "Nah, I-I can fly home on my own,"
"Ah, just don't let the cops catch ya drinkin' and flyin'," He smoothed out his graying mane, watching the wonderbolt fly off, going up and down like a fly with a broken wing. He scratched his neck, and his face turned white. "My scarf." He hissed under his breath, trotting back into the park, "That twerp better not have lost it.."
-
Some little ducks quacked happily, each following the other as they paddled through the water. The water started to ripple, and something came up from below the surface. It was Windy Rider, soaked from head to hoof, a lily pad covering his hair. He spit some of the pond scum in his mouth at one of the ducks. Furious, the drakes began their attack on the wonderbolt. He cried out and ran out of the pond, the ducks deciding to stay within the safety of their pond.
He shook his body like a dog, doing his best to get the water off of him. His coat fluffed up lightly, and hair went spiky, but he fixed that easily by running his hoof through his mane.
"Stupid ducks," He grumbled, before continuing to search for his scarf.
As he wandered the park, he looked through every bush and trail there was nearby. He left no stone un-turned and no tree un-climbed. He reached a bench, and as he bent down he spotted something just a few feet away. A large, turquoise blob. It was making a weird noise. Wind Rider quickly snapped up to his hooves, seeing the blob was actually a mare. There was a gleam in her big orange eyes, her green hair bouncing almost as much as the blubber coating her body. She seemed to be munching on something, a white scarf.
Wind Rider's eyes widened. "That's my scarf!"
"You there!" He yelled, showing himself to the mare. "Let go of my scarf right this instant!"
She looked over, still chewing on the fabric like a cow.
He trotted over, flaring his wings. "You are eating the scarf of world famous wonderbolt Wind Rider and I demand you let it go at once!"
She blinked and stared at him, his face red and chest expanding as he took deep breaths. His attempts to calm himself failed miserably.
The mare slowly pointed at him with a fat hoof, "You're Wind Rider?"
Wind Rider growled, flaring his nostrils. "What do you think?!" He barked, storming over and grabbed the other end of his scarf and started to pull. "Ner gerv ert ter mer!"
"Wert?"
"Gerv ert ter mer!"
"Wert?"
"I said-" He let go of his scarf, but it was a big mistake as he was sent tumbling back onto the ground and onto his back.
The mare gasped and waddled over, leaning over to get a look at him. "Oh mah gawd! Are you alright mister Wind Rider sir?" She asked.
Rider groaned in pain, "What do you think...?" He grumbled, very annoyed with the unicorn who's face was getting way to close to his. "Can I have some space please-" He gasped, as he felt her large body fall onto and crush his own. His wings spread out and stiffened, back legs twitching as she sat her large rump onto his torso. Her fat cheeks obstructed his vision a bit as their faces collided, but he could just make out her big orange eyes and shocked expression. Their muzzles connected, and for a moment, all Wind Rider could hear was his heart beat quickening.
The unicorn pulled her face from his, barely holding herself more than a inch off of Wind Rider. Her face turned a bright red, and she started to ramble a long and complicated apology. But her words were drowned out for him, his heart beat covering the sound of her yapping. Wind stared up at her, silent for about five minutes as she went on.
"What's your name?" He asked softly.
"Oh, I'm Wh-" She was cut off, as Rider put his hoof to her lips.
A smirk crawled onto his face, "Less talkin', more kissin'."
-
Wind Rider could barely stay on his face, as he staggered out of the park and onto the street. His mane was wild, his wings stuck spread out and little hickeys coating his neck. He wore what was left of his scarf, coating in lipstick and saliva. He tried his best not to trip over his hooves as he walked onto the sidewalk.
"Whoa Nellie~" He giggled, his eyes spinning and a goofy smile spreading across his face.
The mare followed up behind him, wearing Wind Rider's pilot jacket which was already stretched out so far you could use it as a window curtain.
"You got that right."
