My Stallion, Soarin

Soarin opened his eyes with a groan, the morning sun’s rays piercing his eyes. He yanked the covers back over him, the sudden movement making his head feel like a thousand bricks had been dropped upon it. His mouth was as dry as sandpaper, making him lick his lips. Rolling over in the bed, he found his snout pressed firmly against the wall. Rubbing his nose, and wondering how he booped his wall, he pushed the covers off from his head and gingerly cracked open an eye. Instead of finding the usually-comforting light blue walls in his bedroom, he saw a drastically different color: cream. His eyes furrowing in confusion, he lifted his head and looked over his shoulder, getting another faceful of bright sunlight.

“Ugh...” Soarin sat up and rubbed his eyes, then scooted down the bed until the sun no longer shined in his eyes. He looked around, not recognizing his surroundings. “Let’s see... pounding headache that makes me wanna snuggle with my pillow for a week? Check! Super dry mouth? Check! Am I gonna take a sick day from practice? Check!” He lifted his right wing up in front of him to keep track. “So... all that combined with waking up in another stallion’s bed means that I got laid last night!” He slumped back down on the bed and rolled over onto his belly, then sniffed the sheets, inhaling deeply. Soarin smelled the scent of another stallion, but the usual smells of lovemaking were missing from the sheets and from his coat. His mane was ruffled, but that was about it. His butt wasn’t sore, and his privates didn’t smell of cum.

As he tried to figure out why he didn’t smell cum, the tantalizing scent of scrambled eggs and toast penetrated his nostrils, making his ears perk up as he sniffed the air. With a grin, he slid from the bed and slowly walked over to the door, peeking through the crack. The scent of delicious food grew stronger, making his stomach grumble. Biting his bottom lip, Soarin thought, Now, who did I sleep with last night? He winced as the door creaked, knowing that it would give away the fact that he was awake. Stepping into the short hallway that he barely remembered, he scratched himself behind his ears and fluffed his wings as he followed his nose.

“Hey there, sleepyhead!” Thunderlane said with a grin as he spotted Soarin trudging into the kitchen.

“Hey... Thunderlane, right? My head is nothing but fuzz right now...” Soarin collapsed on the nearest cushion at the table, his head propped up on his forelegs.

“Here, drink this.” Thunderlane placed a tall glass of water on the table, well within Soarin’s reach.

Soarin peeked through his legs. “Iced water? What about some coffee?” He pulled the glass of water closer and started sucking on the straw.

“Actually, coffee dehydrates you. We have hangovers because we are dehydrated, and trust me, water is the best thing we can drink right now,” Thunderlane said as he took a few big gulps from his own glass. “Breakfast will be done in a minute, by the way.” He turned back around and stirred the eggs with a spatula, then snagged the toast from the toaster. After the eggs were done cooking, he put a bigger helping on the first plate and slid it across the table, then poured the rest of the scrambled eggs on his plate. He sat down across from Soarin, then dug in. Several moments passed in silence as he was the only one who ate. “You alright? You’ll feel better if you get some food in ya, I promise.”

“Yeah, okay...” Soarin lifted his head, wiped his eyes, then dug in. In addition to the masterfully-cooked eggs, he tasted a good bit of cheese mixed in, too. “Huh... never knew you could mix cheese with eggs. This is actually pretty good,” he mumbled. Looking up, he noticed that Thunderlane was wearing a bright pink apron that had the words ‘Kiss the Cook’ on it, surrounded by lots of hearts.

“Glad you like it! My mom made it for me when I was growing up, and she eventually taught me how to make them.” Thunderlane finished off his plate and downed the rest of his glass of water.

“What’s up with the apron?” Soarin asked, his fork held in midair. “Kiss the cook, eh? We’ll have to see about that...” he said with a wink.

Thunderlane blushed, glancing down at his cute little apron. “Yeah, my mom gave it to me as a present. I thought it was a little dorky at first, but I’ve grown to like it. It is a good conversation starter, after all.”

“It sure is,” Soarin said with a chuckle. “So... about last night...” He looked up into Thunderlane’s eyes as he finished shoveling the last piece of toast into his mouth. “Did we fuck?”

Thunderlane blushed even harder. His ears flicked back and he felt his mouth go dry. He swallowed, then scratched the back of his neck. ”Um... yeah, about that... we didn’t have sex, no.”

“Oh...” Soarin’s ears flicked down and his smile faded a bit. “Why not?” he asked in a quizzical tone.

Thunderlane’s eyes went wide at that. “Well, we were pretty drunk, you a lot more than me.” He stood up and refilled his glass of water, then did the same for Soarin. “I’ve heard too many stories about ponies hooking up, then regretting it the next morning. I even overheard a story about how some mare gave her consent to have sex while drunk with a dude, then took that consent back the next morning when she sobered up. I was afraid of that same thing happening to me. I mean, you’re a big celebrity, and I’m just a normal pony, you know? If the public knew you were into stallions, wouldn’t that ruin your reputation?” He took a sip from his glass, his heart racing in his chest.

“Meh...” Soarin let his head droop back down onto his forelegs. “Fuck what the press thinks. I’ve gotten so sick of their crap recently that I think I might be going crazy. And you know what? I bet you a hundred bits that there is some reporter watching my place right now, trying to get a new and juicy story that they’ll blow way out of proportion.” He sucked on his straw for a few seconds, then sighed. “I just want to stop worrying about all of that crap. As for my reputation, sure, it might tank for a bit, but...”

“But you’re a Wonderbolt,” Thunderlane said.

“Yeah, but I want ponies to see me as more than just an aerial performer, ya know?” Thunderlane nodded, prompting Soarin to continue with a twirl of his hoof. “So... anyways... if I remember correctly, we snuggled last night because you were afraid of fucking me, right?”

Thunderlane bit his tongue as he thought. “Um...” he started, dragging the word out. “Yes, and no.” He saw Soarin lift an eyebrow. “Yes, we snuggled last night. I offered to sleep on the couch over there in the other room so you could have the bed, but you insisted that we snuggle. And, well...” Thunderlane giggled as he glanced out the window. “It was really nice.” His head whipped around, looking right into Soarin’s eyes. “I me-mean, you were really n-nice, offering to snuggle with me last night. I really enjoyed it.”

“Well, apparently you didn’t like it enough to stay in bed with me,” Soarin teased. “Was it my bad breath?”

“Hehe, nah. I figured having breakfast ready for you when you woke up would be a good idea.” Thunderlane collected their plates and tossed them into the sink. “So, correct me if I’m wrong, but I blew my chance of sleeping with my favorite Wonderbolt, right?”

“Huh?” Soarin’s ears flicked up. “Why do you think that? If anything, you totally deserve another chance!”

“I... I do?”

“Yeah! You kept me company when I was having a bad night, you didn’t take advantage of me when I was super drunk, and you cooked me breakfast? Nopony else that I’ve gone home after drinking with has treated me so nicely.” Soarin felt his cheeks warm up as he laid his head back down on his forelegs. “So... yeah. You’ve been really nice to me, and it’s been a long time since I’ve found someone who actually treated me as a normal pony instead of as a super star, and... I like that.”

Thunderlane nodded. “Well, I’m glad that you think so.” He eyed the rising sun out of the window. “So...” He looked back at Soarin and chuckled. Gods above, I wanna ask him out so badly right now... The worst he can say is no, right? He did say that I have another chance of sleeping with him, but... ugh! I don’t know if I just want to sleep with him... Thunderlane took a deep breath. Sure, having a one-night stand would be awesome, but, I want more than that. Snuggling with him was beyond perfect, and it seems like he loved it as much as I did, so... I might as well just ask him and get it over with. He opened his mouth, but Soarin cut him off with a wave of his hoof.

“If you’re gonna ask if I wanna fuck right now, the answer is no. I feel like crap, and all I wanna do is go home and take a shower.” Soarin stood up and walked around the table, looking down into Thunderlane’s eyes. He leaned in and nuzzled Thunderlane’s soft neck. “Thanks for making breakfast. It’s been too long since I’ve had a home-cooked meal, and... I think I should get going.”

“Yeah, alright...” Thunderlane bit back a whimper. “For the record, I wasn’t going to ask if you wanted to fuck,” he said with a chuckle as Soarin made his way to the front door.

“Oh, really? What were you going to ask, then?” Soarin asked, looking over his shoulder with his hoof on the door knob.

Thunderlane could not remember a time when he felt more nervous. If he looked down, he probably would have seen his heart thumping in and out of his chest. His vision went blurry for a split-second and his tail started flicking back and forth. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away for a few seconds, his mouth feeling much too dry. “Would you, um... wanna go out with me? I’d like a chance to get to you know you better,” he managed to squeak out.

“Oh! Yeah, for sure.” Soarin opened the door and fluffed his wings, preparing for the short flight home. “I’m free tomorrow night, so I’ll pick ya up around six. That sound good?”

That sounds wonderful... Thunderlane nodded, a wide grin on his face. “Yeah!”

“Great. I’ll see ya later, cutie.”