It wasn't very often that Soarin was allowed to leave practice early. In fact, one might say that that particular night was the first, if not the only time he ever managed to do so. Granted, it was only because the Wonderbolts had a new trainee that needed training and the team collectively decided that Spitfire was the best one for the job. Spitfire was never one to risk having too many Wonderbolts flying at once; more than a few seemed to crash into each other if it got too crowded on the field.

"Hey, sorry again. See ya tomorrow" Fleetfoot said in passing, yet in a sincere way as Soarin took off the headpiece to his uniform and trotted off the training grounds. He figured it would be a good time to leave whilst they were in between training routines.

"Oh, yeah. Seeya." He retorted somewhat late. He still felt odd leaving while his team was still warming up for the next round of routines.

As he looked back, he saw the new recruit had a big smile on her face and it contagiously crept onto his. Watching young prodigies climb the ranks always brought him satisfaction, knowing that the Wonderbolts would always have a next generation when he and his teammates got too old. No one else seemed to notice him leaving, but he was mature enough not to draw any unnecessary conclusions from it.

"Hey, Soarin!" Spitfire yelled behind him as she was fluttering her wings in midair. The way she was able to keep herself motionless in the air was always amazing to him. It was as if she was being held up by an invisible pole. "Uh... D-Don't bother... Heading over there yet... I'll come meet you outside." She said a bit awkwardly, but for good reason. There would be no end to the public outcry if anyone else knew about their plans that night.

Even though Soarin was always one to obey her orders, the heart pounding attraction for her tempted him to ignore her wishes and surprise her by meeting her at her place instead. "Good... For once, I get a head start..." He chuckled to himself as he entered the men's locker room, already starting to take off the rest of his uniform before he even opened the door. It was so late in the evening that he didn't have to concern himself with others peeking at him. The Wonderbolts were the only ones who had the training field after sundown.

He let out a big sigh and sunk his shoulders in relaxation as he sat down on the locker bench and looked up with his eyes closed. Any other man of his age would've been attractive to the little athletic new Wonderbolt recruit that Spitfire was training, but Soarin already had his eyes set on another prize. His heart was thumping, not for the new recruit, but for Spitfire, whom he had asked out several years ago. They had been on several secret dates together, but he knew by the way she talked about that night that it would be special.

After of few minutes of sitting there naked with his butt on the cold wooden bench, he realized how silly he was being and dressed into his casual clothes: a pair of long jeans and a Wonderbolts tee-shirt. Most others wouldn't want to wear associated clothing to risk being pointed out in public constantly, but since he was so famous, he figured that his face would do that job by itself and that there was no point in hiding it.

He felt naughty doing it, but he skipped his after-practice shower only because he knew from context clues and rumors that Spitfire tended to enjoy the physical workout musk of a man. Even still, he put on a bit of stick deodorant under his arms to be safe.

Part of the reason he was so nervous was because of the way she told him to wait before heading over. He had been in a couple of relationships before and could notice when a girl was hiding something, but it was the pure hormone-driven attraction that blinded him to it and caused him to ignore it, mistaking it as sheer excitement for possibly getting laid by Spitfire that night.

As he walked out of the locker room after throwing on some gym shorts and a tight fit tee-shirt, he was humming one of his favorite songs by the Pony Tones that had come out just that week. He always liked it when Fluttershy came in and sang backup vocals and he couldn't get the song out of his head. He nodded with a smile towards the few recruits he passed on his way out and his dark blue slicked back mane flew back from the gust of wind that hit him from opening the two glass double doors exiting the academy. The chilly night air filled his nostrils and refreshed him as the somber yet relaxing sound of late evening dulled his nerves. He liked said air more when it was underneath his wings, but being off practice early put him in a state in which he couldn't complain. It helped calm his nerves and his stallion hormones going off at the thought about everything he would or might do to Spitfire.

He stopped outside the academy for a moment to reconsider going over to her house as he decided earlier, wondering if it would've been rude to go against her wishes. He knew that Spitfire was always one that appreciated it when guys acted forward and assertive, so he shook it off and kept walking, a slight bulge forming in his jeans already. He got a couple looks from a group of female recruits as they passed by and they giggled after they were behind him.

Seeing their bubbly girl butts as he peeked behind him made his bulge throb harder.

Daydreams upon daydreams were forming in his head already about what might happen. His favorite possibility would be him coming in and being welcomed with a hot passionate kiss from Spitfire that would lead to the couch. Just the thought of it wasn't helping his problem downstairs and he was glad that Spitfire's place was rather secluded from the main streets of Cloudsdale; it meant that not as many people around would notice it.

He really wondered deep down why Spitfire seemed so nervous about him not going over early. It was like an annoying itch in the back of his head that wouldn't go away despite the mass amount of distractions he was trying to feed it. His preoccupying thoughts nearly made him trip on Spitfires stairs up to her door.

Once he adjusted himself and caught his balance, he ran his fingers through his hair one last time to make sure he looked pristine as could be. He straightened out a couple of stubborn cowlicks and rang the doorbell, his heart pounding in excitement. He half didn't expect her to be home, though.

When she didn't answer, he reached in his pocket and pulled out the spare key.

"Heh... Knew this baby would come in handy..." He grinned as he unlocked it himself, making sure to put it tight in his pocket right after so Spitfire wouldn't see it. She still hadn't noticed that he held onto her spare key from the one time he had to house sit for her months back.

Almost instantly, though, he could hear a constant thumping, as if someone were tapping their thumb against the wall in one of the back rooms. He was always the innocent and non-skeptical type; the more trained stallion would be able to tell instantly what it was.

It was nearly comical how cliche it was set up to the point where he didn't call out to her because he wanted it to be a surprise. He tiptoed closer to the back rooms where the strange sound was still emanating through the walls. His heart began to sink and he got pale when the sounds got more distinct.

"Ahnnn! F-Fuck, don't stop!"

It was a girls voice and since he hadn't heard Spitfires sex moans yet, he couldn't be sure if they belonged to her or not. He just prayed to Celestia that it was someone else that just sounded like her and that they'd all have a laugh about it later.

"Hahhh! Oh Celestia, harder!

He almost left so the couple could finish, but he had to see. He trusted that Spitfire wouldn't do something like that to him after all the flirting they'd done and after all the long late night talks they had about getting married and having children.

Soarin approached the door slowly and it was slightly cracked, most likely because the two didn't expect anyone to be home so soon.

In an instant, once he saw Spitfires perfect young athletic body being pounded senseless into the bed inside the room by a stallion he didn't even know, his heart broke. It was as if every memory of Spitfire that he ever had was forever tainted. He couldn't help but gasp just from the shock of all of it and from the influx of such intense emotions.

He ran. He ran hard and fast out of the front door as the banging noises stopped behind them and were replaced by the two sounding panicked and shocked. He knew they would be frantically dressing up to see who was there, but he had no intention on staying long enough for that to happen. He stubbed his toe on the coffee table in the living room and he was almost thankful for it; the pain he felt while running helped dull the emotional pain he just suffered, but only for a few moments. He didn't even stop to think about how she got there before he did until after he left the house. She most likely rushed back to fuck her significant other before he showed up, but couldn't finish in time.

With a loud slam, he shut the door on his way out, wiping the tears from his eyes. He couldn't remember the last time his heart hurt that bad. It all happened so fast that he couldn't even comprehend it yet. It still felt like a dream to him and that he would wake up right about then. However, the pain in his foot from stubbing it on the table reminded him that he was very much regrettably awake.

He was a mess trying to wipe away tears and keep from sobbing as he walked through crowds of people, trying to get away from everything. He didn't know where to go or what to do. He just wanted to be alone. The crowd picked up instantly on the strange guy crying in the middle of the street and as he usually did when he was in public, Soarin kept his head down with his hand over his face so he wouldn't be recognized. It rarely worked, but he at least needed to hide his tears somewhat.

He found a spot to fall through the clouds out of Cloudsdale and nose dived straight down. The cold air bit and whipped his face, making his eyes dry up and become more irritable. The crying made them worse enough; now, he could barely keep them open.

Soarin opened up his wings, slowing down with the added strength fueled by sad anger that filled him. A big gust of wind surrounded him as his feet touched the cool grass. The sensitivity in his foot caused him to peel over and stumble to the ground with a pain-filled grunt.

He was out in the open with the outskirts of Ponyville in the distance, but he didn't move and he didn't look up. He just sat down in the grass in the open and cried. He grit his teeth hard, starting to feel more of the pain in his foot. If he cared about anything other than Spitfire in that moment, he would've feared that it was broken, but the image of Spitfire pseudo-cheating on him haunted every corner of his mind and prevented him from even acknowledging it.

"F-fuck you..." He managed to whine out behind his tears and sniffling. So much anger and sadness was backed up and he knew that if he didn't find an outlet soon, things would only get worse.

A phone call came on his cell phone and he already knew who it was. Even if it wasn't her, he was too unstable to handle talking to anyone, so he took out his phone and turned it off. It took all the restraint he had not to throw it as hard as he could out of sadness and anger.

The first idea he had of drowning his sorrows was heading to Club Scratch which wasn't that far away from where he landed. He usually didn't dance in club settings and he wouldn't have been able to anyway because of his foot, but he knew that Vinyl always liked talking to him and was generally a good friend. He'd often ask himself if it was worth it to ask her out, but the main reason he didn't was because of Spitfire even though Vinyl had generally been a better friend to him by comparison. It wasn't just because she was a provocative bombshell, but also because he often felt a certain aura from her that seemed to cheer him up no matter how down he was feeling. It was something he'd been ignoring for the longest time, but each time he met her, he felt himself falling prey to it more and more.

He could remember several times in the past where he went to her club to drink and she ended up helping him more than the booze did, but he quickly dismissed the idea when he imagined being pestered by fans the entire time at her club. He usually loved the attention but after what happened, he was afraid he'd say something the wrong way and get in a fight or worse.

With Vinyl's Club out of the picture, he knew that his sources of therapy were very limited. Vinyl wouldn't be considered an emotional guru by most and her love life basically consisted of one night stands and stripping, but he knew that deep down, she had a way of making him feel better about anything that was beyond his understanding.

He sighed and was beginning to run out of tears and as they left, the pain in his foot returned. He reached down and massaged it gently with his fingers and hissed from the pain, and was relieved to find that it wasn't broken.

He stood up slowly and looked around.

"Good..." He whispered to himself when he discovered that he wasn't being watched. His voice was shaky from all the outpouring of emotions that he was experiencing and was glad that no one was around to witness it.

Walking on his foot was out of the question after just taking a couple of steps towards town and limping badly. It looked rather weird, but he knew he'd have to just fly until it got better. He figured it would give him a better chance of finding a bar to settle down in and forget everything.

He flew up about a hundred feet in the air and, using his pinpoint precision pegasus eyes, scoped out for a suitable spot. Oddly enough, when he passed by Club Scratch, there weren't nearly as many people there as usual. It made him slightly uneasy until he squinted and read a sign on the front doors saying that it was closed due to maintenance.

The night was continuing to go downhill fast. Not only did he not get to meet with one of his favorite mare buddies that always helped him with his problems, but he wasn't finding any bars around town either.

"Damn... Did they make Ponyville a dry city?" He talked to himself since no one was listening up in the sky and grimaced.

After about five minutes of flying over the town over and over again, he gave up and gently glided around with a sigh, eventually resting on top of one of the taller houses and looking down at the lightpost-lit streets. The peaceful setting helped take the edge off both his emotional and physical pain, but it wasn't enough and he knew it.

As he looked down, he began to zone out mentally and think to himself.

It was the first time he actually hoped that Spitfire felt bad and wished ill against her. Whether or not they'd be able to make up wasn't clear at the moment but he knew that he wouldn't be able to see her for a couple of days. The two of them were good enough friends that she wouldn't punish him or hold it against him and it wasn't like Soarin missing one or two days of practice would hurt his flying. He thought about how awkward practices would be for a while, how strange it would be flying so close to Spitfire but also feeling as if she'd never been farther away from him. The thought would've been enough to make him tear up again if he had any tears left.

He sat there on the roof for what seemed like hours and his eyes were getting heavy. He checked the clock on his phone and realized that it was already an hour past his usual bed time, but didn't act as eager to go to bed because he knew he'd stay up thinking about everything all night anyway. He needed a drink and he needed one fast.

Just as he was about to hop down and get a beer from the convenience store, his eyes instantly magnetized to the neon blue and white colored mare in the corner of his eye. He squinted to make sure it was her and a small smile crept on his face when he recognized her signature purple shades. It was the first time a smile appeared on his face since the incident and he knew it was a good sign that she'd be able to help him. She was walking and chatting with a couple of her friends which would make the whole ordeal a bit more awkward, but he couldn't just sit there and mope when his life preserver was right in front of him.

He knew it'd make him look stupid flying down to her and walking with her because of the bad limp in his foot, but he had no better way of handling it. He flew a bit ahead of her and landed next to a light pole, waiting for her to approach. He couldn't wipe the look of emotional distress off his face since it was permanently written on it in the form of his irritated eyes and dampened cheeks that he tried to dry off with the back of his hand at the last second.

He thought about eight different ways of approaching her within the ten seconds it took for her to reach him but just blew it off and said "Hey Vinyl!" In a casual and friendly tone, not wanting to over complicate something that didn't need to be complicated. He couldn't help but scan her up and down because of the somewhat revealing clothing she was wearing. She was always a provocateur when it came to her clothes. She was wearing a short pink skirt and a black tanktop that wasn't long enough to cover her pierced belly button.

Vinyl looked over as did her two mare friends and her face lit up as she took off her shades. The two other girls obviously recognized him but let Vinyl talk with him alone.

A few people around them were starting to notice the two and pointed fingers. A couple even took some pictures, which made the whole encounter rather awkward before she even said a word.

"Uh... On second thought, let's head back to my place..." Vinyl looked around and put her shades back on, realizing how awkward it would've been as well.

Soarin just chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, good call."

"By the way, why aren't you walking? Gettin' an extra workout?" Vinyl looked at him with a confused grin.

"Stubbed my toe bad... Its not broken but it hurts like hell."

"Damn, I hate when that happens... I think I got some ice packs inside."

It warmed his heart that she instantly insisted on nursing his foot the second he mentioned it.

As they approached her house, Soarin noticed that the two girls that were following behind them had trailed off somewhere else and his ears flattened when he realized it might've been because of him.

"Hey, uh... Sorry about your friends, I didn't mean to..." He scratched the back of his head and looked down. The paparazzi that was surrounding them had begun to dissipate as they got farther from the center of town and as they died down, their conversation finally began to carry on.

"Nah, it's cool. Dunno why they bailed like that though, I know tons of girls who'd kill to hang out with you." She complimented him, already being able to notice that he wasn't himself and most likely needed a pick-me-up.

"Heh, thanks... I..." He almost made a passive remark about Spitfire just then, but figured it would be best to get completely inside before spilling the beans since people with microphones could've been anywhere. "Thanks..." He said and cursed at himself for acting so unstable.

"Really sucks, huh? Sometimes I wish I could just walk down the street without being bombarded by little kids and weirdos asking for autographs." Vinyl rolled her ruby-magenta eyes with a sigh as she fumbled her keys around with her magic and approached her front door. Soarin thanked her mentally for changing the subject.

"Tell me about it..." Soarin had a similar expression at the thought of just spending one day not being famous.

Vinyl's house always vexed Soarin, not because of how messy it usually was, but because of how small and underwhelming it was. He would've thought that someone as famous as her would have a much bigger house like he did, but she instead had a single floor two bedroom one bathroom house that barely looked special at all. He had only been there a couple of times to meet her before going out to her club as a VIP.

"Oh, why was the club closed tonight? Maintenance or somethin'?" He asked out of curiosity so the conversation wouldn't die off.

"Pfft, yeah..." Vinyl bent down and either intentionally or unintentionally gave him a small peek at her soft upper thighs, picking up her daily dose of fan mail that was left at her front doormat. It made him blush slightly and looked away before he got caught. The more he thought about it, the more he felt as if she did it on purpose since she could've easily picked it up with her magic. "Some idiot knocked down one of my amps last night and busted a hole through the stage floor. They said they'd pay for the amp but they still gotta close to fix up the hole so I don't get drunk and forget and fall down it or something." She smirked and opened the front door.

Soarin had never fucked Vinyl before even though the opportunities were always there, but she always gave him little sneak peeks and teasers just because that was the kind of girl she was towards her guy friends. She knew about him and Spitfire, so she never really went farther than that out of respect. It made him wonder what she'd try to do when she found out he was technically single again.

There were clothes scattered around the room which told him that her roommate, who usually cleaned up after her, wasn't there. He saw a few pairs of panties on the floor and grinned before she picked them up and put them in a pile near the laundry room, then put the pile of fan mail on a table nearby. He put very little weight on his foot as he hobbled inside, not flying because the gusts would most likely start to knock stuff over.

"Where's your roommate?" He asked as he took off his shoes and sat down on the couch facing her television since she didn't seem like the kind of girl that would mind him making himself at home. He was extra careful not to bump his foot on anything else.

"Off on a Canterlot trip with her orchestra or something. Should be comin' back tomorrow. Hey, you want a drink?" She asked as she walked into the kitchen, taking off her shoes as well and walking around barefoot.

"Yeah, I need one..." He said in a defeated tone when she offered and she gave him an odd look of concern for a moment before going in and pulling out bottles of liquor, trying to find the bourbon which she knew was his favorite.

He was starting to think that she was getting wise towards what was going on. Now that they were under some decent lighting, he knew that his pink eyes and damp cheeks would be more visible and it made it harder for him to play dumb about what was going on.

"Alright... Uh... Oh, Fuck yeah!" Soarin heard Vinyl pull out a bottle, knowing that it was bourbon already because she knew his favorite drink. It made him chuckle; he always loved her tomboyish friendly attitude.

She came back in with a full fifth of Manehattan bourbon and some vodka for her, which was her straight liquor of choice. In her magical grasp was also a bag of crushed ice for his foot. She sat down next to him and gave him a highball glass before cracking open some kind of soft drink and mixing it with her vodka.

"So, now that those camera whores are out of the way, how've ya been?" She smiled and leaned back on the couch, crossing her legs. She turned the tv on with her magic, but kept the volume low just so there'd be some white noise to drown out the awkward silence around them. "And don't bullshit me because I can tell something's wrong already." She said in a friendly yet matter-of-fact way that made him rethink beating around the bush a while longer.

He poured some bourbon in his glass and took a sip. It wasn't his normal brand but it was passable. With a few hisses and a bite of his lip, he settled the ice pack on his foot.

"Yeah, I guess it's kinda obvious... I hate dumping all my problems on you, Vinyl, I'm sorry... It seems like its all I do sometimes."

Vinyl put a hand on his shoulder in a comforting and non-sexual way. "Dude, that's what friends are for. Besides, it's only fair since you carry me home from the club all the time."

They both laughed as he took another moderate sip, needing a buzz. "Yeah, I guess so, huh?" He sighed and his smile eventually faded away. She kept quiet, hinting that she was expecting him to fess up. He took a second to think of how he was going to say it. "Well, you know Spitfire, right?"

"Um, yeah?" She made a weird face at him and chuckled, taking a swig of her drink. "You guys still a thing?"

Soarin paused at the question and scratched his neck a little nervously and Vinyl picked up on it instantly.

"Oh boy... Alright tell me what happened." The concern in her tone made him happy that he found her. She turned towards him a little on the couch and tucked one of her legs underneath her, waiting for the news.

"Well, we were gonna meet up at her place today after practice..." He sighed, trying to emotionally stabilize himself as the fresh memory came back. "I figured we'd be taking it to the next level since we'd been talking for a long time. So I got there early and... She... Was with another guy."

"Wait, seriously? Like, she was fucking him?" She asked bluntly and leaned in.

"Yeah. Just... Don't tell anyone, okay?" He took another sip and looked down.

"Oh shit... Dude, that's fucked up. I thought Spitfire was cool!" She seemed genuinely pissed off about it.

Soarin just kept quiet, trying to let the booze relax him.

"Damn, I'm sorry man..." She put her hand back on his shoulder. "That's really messed up. Hey, don't blame yourself." Vinyl added.

"N-no, I mean I don't, but... I just..." He looked for the words to accurately describe what he was feeling. "There has to be something I don't have that that guy did or else..."

"Dude. Stop." She said sternly. It both scared him and snapped him back to reality and he finally looked at her, getting lost in her unique-colored eyes. "You realize how many mares would jump on you the second you asked them? Like seriously, you're hot as shit." She complimented and assured him, making his cheeks turn red a little. "I'm not just saying that, either. I mean, did you know this guy?"

"No..." He replied dully.

"Exactly. He's just some guy. If she's cheating on you with just some guy, then she's not worth it. I mean, I know I'm not a love guru or whatever but I know cheating is messed up and there're no excuses for it."

"I know, it's just... I've known her so long, I can't just forget about her or what happened. I mean, I wish I could be concrete about it like you are, but I just... I can't..." He rubbed his face, trying not to get emotional again.

Vinyl heard her phone going off and instead of answering it, pulled it out of her skirt pocket with her magic and tossed it aside without even bothering to see who it was. It made him feel good that she was willing to blow something like that off because she was more concerned about him, especially since it could've been important. Soarin took another sip of bourbon and Vinyl topped him off shortly after.

"Look..." She continued after some thought. "I don't wanna make you hate her, but I'm just saying that she's the one that should feel bad, not you. So here." She lifted his glass to him off the table and he took it hesitantly. "Let's just have a good time tonight and forget about it." She smiled and patted his back in a brotherly way even though she was a girl.

He eased back in the couch and took a deep breath, taking another sip. "Thanks Vinyl... Man, I'm so glad I found you, I was about to just grab some beers from the store and head back home and cry myself to sleep."

"Dude, you should've called me! You know I'm right here if ya need me."

"I know, I just didn't wanna bother you if you were busy or somethin'..." He replied humbly and politely.

Vinyl sighed, acting slightly frustrated that he was stubbornly polite all the time and didn't ask for help when he needed it. They both knew each other long enough to know each others' flaws and Vinyl knew that was definitely one of his.

"Okay. Remember last time you were at the club and I came over and talked to you at the booth after I played? And the atmosphere was all weird?"

"Yeah, why?" He asked, a bit confused as to why she was bringing it up.

"I was supposed to play two more bits after you came but I didn't because you were down and needed me."

Soarin instantly felt guilty from hearing that and his ears flattened at the thought.

"And whenever I hang out with you, I'm almost always turning down someone else just because... Well, you're a better friend to me than most others and because you're more important than a couple or songs or a couple random friends that I was hanging out with today. Okay?"

Vinyl wasn't good with words, but hoped that she got the point across even though it was a bit more stern than most girls would've put it. Soarin would've felt uncomfortable and felt as if she were fussing at him if he didn't know that she was just doing it because she was such a good friend.

He sat there for several moments, not saying anything and thought about what she said. He eventually leaked a smile onto his face and gave her a one-arm hug out of nowhere, too polite to make it two-armed. "Thanks Vinyl..." He said and felt himself getting emotional again. However, it was because he was realizing just how good of a friend she was and not because of Spitfire.

"Hey, no prob." She smiled and blushed slightly from feeling his muscle-toned body so close to hers. Because of his good looks and attractiveness, it was hard for even her to resist getting even the slightest bit excited from being that close to him.

The bourbon was beginning to loosen him up as well, making both it and Vinyl a two pronged relief from his distress. He was already beginning to forget about everything.

"So, you dating anyone yet?" Soarin asked randomly to change the subject as the two found themselves sitting closer together than before because of the hug they shared.

"Uh..." Vinly looked a bit conflicted. "I mean... Sorta? I kinda have this off and on thing with my roommate but I dunno man... She really gets on my nerves sometimes."

Soarin looked surprised and smiled. "Oh geez, I didn't think you were... I mean, with girls..." He said awkwardly, obviously not used to the idea of lesbians even though half the population of Equestria most likely was because of the overwhelming number of females in it.

"I like guys too, don't worry. I just kinda go back and forth." She took her previous relaxed position on the couch and crossed her legs on the coffee table in front of her, feeling good about herself being able to pull him out of an emotional rut so quickly.

"Don't worry?" He teased her a little, realizing that it sounded as if she was assuring him that it was okay for him to like her romantically.

She blushed slightly and rolled her eyes with a smirk. "Whatever. You know what I mean."

A few moments of silence passed by as Vinyl turned the volume of the tv up and started surfing through channels since the serious stuff was out of the way.

"So... Every mare in Equestria would jump on me if I asked, huh?" He chuckled, finding her reactions to his teasing adorable. Either the alcohol or his growing attraction to her was causing him to be more flirty with her and since he no longer had trust or interest in Spitfire, the conflict of choosing between the two seemed much more one sided. She had to have known that he was just messing with her, but she continued to act embarrassed about it for some reason.

"W-well, yeah, duh." She took another sip of her drink and topped herself off, obviously being able to handle her alcohol more than most.

"Why's that?" Soarin smirked. He enjoyed the compliments she gave him but was only asking to tease. He wouldn't have taken it the wrong way if she just blew him off.

Vinyl just smirked. She was too laid back and casual to let a tease like that get to her. "Because you're hot and you're in the Wonderbolts."

"So you like everyone else in the Wonderbolts just as much? They're all attractive, too." He smirked and tested her a little more.

"Yeah, but you're the hottest for sure. Shit, I'd bang you right now if you asked." She said before realizing how uncomfortable it might've sounded. Neither of them said anything for a few seconds that seemed like minutes. "My bad, I didn't mean to-"

"Its cool. Don't worry about it." Soarin just chuckled it off and smiled, knowing what she meant. However, the sexual tension in the air was beginning to grow between the two and both of them could definitely feel it even though they didn't want to acknowledge it. "You're really beautiful, too." He said out of nowhere. He was surprised that he said it and instantly felt guilty for it.

Vinyl smiled, liking how he called her 'beautiful' and not 'hot' like almost every other guy in Ponyville did. His polite and chivalrous attitude sometimes annoyed her but more often than not, she felt glad that she knew a guy that didn't ogle over her every second and actually treated her like a woman. It was something she wasn't used to, so it felt that much better when it happened.

"Thanks..." She blushed and smiled, not acting like her normal self all of a sudden. He expected her to just laugh it off and wouldn't have thought anything of it if she did, but her reaction made his heart flutter with excitement. He knew he did something right and gave himself a mental high-five for it.

Meanwhile, Vinyl's mind was a blender of emotions. Not only did she feel guilty for flirting with him literally hours after he was cheated on, but she was still trying to decide whether or not she was going to try and make a move on him. She already knew he was interested in her and the two had a good enough friendship as a foundation. She seemed compatible with him for the most part, more so than her roommate. All it would take would be her talking straight with him about it. With any other guy, it wouldn't have been a problem. However, she felt her heart tightening up and fluttering each time she thought about having an open conversation about it. She didn't know why, but her best guess was because there was something different about him than most other guys.

"Hey, but really..." Soarin decided to break the sexual tension a little and gulped as he dove into a potential hornets nest. He put his arm around her over the back of the couch and scooted a little closer to her, hoping she wouldn't mind or feel uncomfortable. "Thanks... You really have been a good friend to me over the years and I don't feel like I pay you back enough."

Vinyl smiled and her heart fluttered some more when she felt his arm around her. She hated that she was reacting like a frilly little schoolgirl on a first date, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't help but swish her tail back and forth a little and she hated herself for giving away that she liked what he was doing.

"You alright?" He asked after she didn't say anything for several moments.

"H-huh?" She got caught in a daydream and snapped back to attention. "Yeah, I'm good! Hey, uh... You want something else to drink? I have pretty much everything under the sun in my cabinet." She changed the subject poorly and he knew she was getting flustered by what he was doing.

He wasn't sure whether it was because she was uncomfortable or because she was getting embarrassed in a good way, but erred on the latter since he knew she was straightforward and confrontational with things she didn't like. He remembered back to one of the very few times she hurt his feelings by essentially telling him to fuck off when he pried too much into her personal life with Octavia.

"Yeah, sure. Surprise me." He smiled as she got up and snuck a couple peeks at her butt as she walked back into the kitchen. The alcohol hadn't quite hit him yet, so he gulped down the rest of his bourbon while she made him something else.

Meanwhile, Vinyl smirked naughtily when she got an idea. "Hey, want a blowjob?" She asked casually and tried to suppress a chuckle.

Soarin's eyes widened and he choked on the bourbon out of shock from what she just asked. He coughed on the strong fire water for several seconds before laughing nervously. "Uh, what!?" He wiped his mouth with his hand, feeling numb from the bourbon going up through his nose.

"I mean the drink, you horn dog." Vinyl checkmated him with a classic tease and grinned as she started making it, adding in all of the ingredients and putting some whipped cream on top. She didn't expect him to want one since it was primarily a girly drink, but offered anyway just as an excuse to tease him back for earlier.

"N-nah, its okay... Uh, I'll take some of whatever coffee liquor you're putting in it, though." He started to feel a bit of tightness in his pants, knowing that she was stepping up her game and making him embarrassed as well. In addition, he couldn't help but imagine her giving him a blowjob just from associated thought.

"Aw come on, man. Its good!" She offered as she came in with a shot glass with whipped cream on top in one hand and a bottle of coffee liquor in the other.

"No, really. It's okay. I wanna see you do it." He slipped out, not realizing how his words could've been taken.

"You said you wanna pay me back, right?" She smirked, knowing that would give her the upper hand.

Soarin sighed and gave up. "Alright, fine... Just promise you won't laugh? Just this one time."

"Promise." Vinyl gave him a silly salute and watched him intently.

"Alright..." Soarin took a deep breath and put his hands behind his back, leaning down and picking up the shot with his mouth as blowjob shots were supposed to be taken. He could already feel the whipped cream getting all over his mouth and face and felt embarrassed by it, but went though with it anyway and leaned back, taking the shot and then grabbing the glass to put it back down. He had whipped cream all over his mouth and rather than cleaning it off, left it there for a second to let Vinyl see.

"Woo! Soarin's gettin' wild!" Vinyl chuckled and cheered him on, throwing her hands up in the air comically. "Dude, I can't believe you did that!"

"Hey, you promised!" Soarin blushed and smiled, cleaning up the whipped cream around his mouth.

Vinyl poured herself a small bit of coffee liquor in her glass and sat indian-style on the couch. She spotted a bit of whipped cream on his cheek that he missed and thought of a really cute way of getting it for him, but it would mean potentially fully breaking the sexual frustration between them. After a second or two of him not noticing it, she gutted up and went for it, knowing that whatever happened happened and that it would be better to try it and be turned down than to never try it and miss her chance.

"Missed a spot..." Vinyl smiled, her heart beating out of her chest, and leaned towards him.

Soarin's ears perked up, thinking that she was going in for a sudden kiss and he was too shocked to resist or do anything about it. However, he was surprised when she passed his lips and kissed his cheek where the whipped cream was, getting it off for him in the process.

He knew that Vinyl liked doing things like that just to embarrass him every so often, but that was the first time it felt different. It felt as if she were truly trying to get his affection because of all the tension in the air and he just sat there like a statue, trying to figure out what to do or say, as was Vinyl. The feeling of her warm moist lips against his cheek made him shiver just a bit from excitement.

"Look, I, uh... I'm not good with stuff like this, but... We obviously like each other a lot, and..." Vinyl struggled to get the words out. She knew that there was no use trying to beat around the bush anymore after what she did, but she knew the risks she was taking before she did it.

"Hey..." Soarin suddenly got very calm, actually feeling more relaxed now that the subject was out in the open. He scooted closer to her and put her arm over her shoulder like before, but he also put his hand right above her knee. It wasn't high enough on her thigh to be sexual, but it wasn't low enough to just strictly be friendly. He used his thumb to caress her leg as he smiled. "I think so too. I guess... I was just afraid to ask because of Spitfire all those times before."

"All those times before?" Vinyl felt the strangest she'd ever felt before. In other situations, she would've just jumped on the guy and fucked his brains out, but she found herself wanting to explore him a little more first. His hand on her thigh and his thumb rubbing her both eased her and excited her at the same time. "Wait, how long have you...?"

"A while... Too long, actually. I'm sorry for keeping it from you, I guess I was just scared it'd ruin our friendship." Soarin wasn't much on mushy talk either, but the alcohol he was feeling helped him quite a bit.

Vinyl put a hand on his that was on her leg and she couldn't stop staring into his eyes. It was one of the first times she'd actually felt a romantic attraction towards someone that was fueled by something non-sexual and it felt amazing. "Why didn't you just tell me, you dingus?" He had already answered her question before she asked, but her mind was so clouded by emotions and she couldn't think straight.

"Because I didn't know whether or not you liked me back." He took a second to think before he continued.

"S-Soarin..." Vinyl's breaths were getting heavier before she lost it as well. She leaned forward assertively and planted a strong yet passionate kiss onto his lips, gripping his hand a little harder. Soarin accepted the kiss and returned it, extending his arm around her back to pull her closer to him. The kiss ended shortly after, however, when Vinyl decided she wanted to hear what he had to say before they did anything else.

"Y-you wanna... You know, since I'm single now..." Soarin asked with a nervous smile, looking down at her in his arms.

"Fuck yeah..." Vinyl wrapped both arms around his neck and kissed him even more passionately, putting all her weight into it and causing him to go down on his back on the couch. She went down with him and kept kissing and for the first time in her life, she let the kisses just be kisses long enough to enjoy them before turning it into making out.

"V-Vinyl... Shit..." Soarin groaned out in a desire-filled tone, feeling her tongue slip little by little into his mouth and playing with his. He knew that at this rate and with this much intense attraction, they'd be fucking in no time, but he let her take it at her own pace. However, he could feel her skirt lifting up from them holding each other and rubbing against each other and it was very hard for him not to get hard from it, especially since he could also feel her breasts squishing down on his chest. He was glad he was wearing jeans or else his junk might've been visible by then.

All the built up sexual and emotional tension between the two that had built up over their years of friendship was being released all at once and it was too much for either of them to handle. Not only was Soarin beginning to get hard in his pants, but Vinyl felt herself losing control to lust as well. Her nipples were becoming perky against his chest and she could feel her panties getting damp between her legs. She was gliding her fingers through his thick wind-whipped hair and continuing the kiss for several more minutes.

Soarin's hands were starting to get further and further down her back until they finally stopped right above her ass at her hips. Both of them wanted and needed sex badly. It was more than just a fuck; it was sex fueled by true love and both of them could feel the difference. He knew that if they ended up fucking, he'd have a lot to prove since she'd been with so many men before and had ten times as much experience as he did. However, something told him that she didn't care.

Vinyl finally passed the first threshold when he felt her reach behind her and grab his hands, moving them to her soft white butt. He grinned as she continued to kiss him and groped it happily, getting extremely hard in his pants from it. She groaned slightly into his mouth from the attention he was giving her.

She pulled away from the kiss, leaving a small string of saliva between their lips. They both breathed heavily from not having taken a break in some time and from the excitement of it all. She looked into his eyes for the first time, not as a friend but as a lover.

"Bedroom?" Soarin chuckled, his hands still on her butt.

"Bedroom..." Vinyl agreed with a grin.

Author's Note

If there are any grammatical or spelling errors, please send me a PRIVATE MESSAGE and let me know so that I can fix them asap. Thanks! And go easy on me, I haven't written anything in a while

P.S. : I'm back, bitches.