My Stallion, Soarin

Thunderlane looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. He’d brushed his teeth so much that his gums had started to hurt, he had gone through an entire bottle of the mintiest mouthwash he could find, and he had shampooed his mane, coat, and tail so many times he figured he wouldn’t have to shower for days. He was wearing his finest jacket and tie, the dark blue of the jacket complimenting his fur’s color. “Where’s he gonna take me?” Thunderlane murmured, his heart beating quickly. His breaths came in short, nervous pants as he stared into his reflection’s eyes.

Upon hearing a knock on the door, his eyes went wide. He ran a brush through his mane for what felt like the hundredth time, then trotted to the door. Looking through the peephole, he spotted the familiar mane color of his idol and date, so he yanked open the door much harder than he intended to.

“Hey, S-Soarin!” Thunderlane stepped aside and let Soarin walk inside. His eyes ran up and down his naked form, his eyebrows furrowing as he thought about the fine clothes he was wearing. “So, uh...” He shut the door and rubbed the back of his neck.

Soarin looked at him, lifted an eyebrow, then chuckled. “Um... I like that you’re all dressed up, but... I was thinking we could do something more casual for our first few dates.” He stretched himself out on Thunderlane’s loveseat, then prodded the armrest. “You’re right; this really isn’t all that comfy!” His ears flicked down as he glanced up at Thunderlane. “And as much as I enjoyed snuggling last night, your bed wasn’t all that comfy either,” he admitted with a sheepish grin.

“Oh yeah? Well, why don’t you show me your bed?” Thunderlane asked without thinking. If he thought his eyes were big before, they felt like they were larger than dinner plates now. With bated breath, he watched as Soarin stalked over to him, his breath catching in his throat as the Wonderbolt brushed up against his side. He shivered as he felt Soarin’s warm breath tickle the sensitive hairs on his ear, the heady scent of cologne caressing his nostrils.

If Soarin had asked to have sex with him right then and there, Thunderlane would be nothing more than putty in his hooves.

“Oh, I bet you’d love to see my bed, cutie...” Soarin murmured, making Thunderlane blush madly. He nuzzled Thunderlane’s cheek and sat back. “So you wanna go take that off? I’d like to get going if that’s okay with you.”

“S-Sure!” Thunderlane trotted into his bedroom and ripped his clothes off, then tossed them on his bed. After running a hoof through his mane, he trotted back out into the living room with an excited grin. “You ready?”

“Sure am!” Soarin opened the door and walked outside, flicking his tail to the side just enough for Thunderlane to see his plump balls. He shot a sly glance over his shoulder to find Thunderlane rooted in place, his eyes locked on his swaying butt. With a chuckle, he flicked the tip of Thunderlane’s muzzle with his tail, breaking him out of it.

“Heh, sorry!” Thunderlane locked the door behind him, fumbling with his keys all the while. “So what do you have planned for our first date?” he asked as he walked away.

“We’re gonna get alcoholic ice-cream!” Soarin said as he trotted down the path, a noticeable pep in his step.

“Alcoholic what now?” Thunderlane cocked his head to the side.

“Come on, I’ll show you!” Soarin picked up the pace, forcing Thunderlane to catch up. “I know of an ice cream parlor just down the street!”

“But aren’t you still hungover from last night?” Thunderlane asked. “I mean, I’m not, but...”

“Aww... already concerned about your new boyfriend?” Soarin chuckled and laid a wing over Thunderlane’s back. “And don’t worry, I’m buying!”

Boyfriend? Did I just hear him right, or is my mind just playing tricks on me? Thunderlane forced himself to not show any sign of surprise, going so far as to bite his bottom lips to hide his giddy, growing smile. “Good, because I sorta forgot my bits back in that jacket you had me take off.” He nudged Soarin’s shoulder with his own and chuckled, breaking out into a faster trot. “So where is this place, hm?” he asked, looking towards the left.

“Back here, silly!” Soarin said, a laugh following his words.

“Huh?” Thunderlane stopped, turned around, and found Soarin standing in front of a very small shop. There were only two tables sitting outside, sitting behind a low white fence. The shop itself was painted a myriad of colors, and held a small window on each side of the front door. “Oh, wow...” He eyed the buildings that sat on either side of the ice cream parlor, noting that they looked more akin as to what a business in Canterlot would look like: prim and proper. “How’d I miss that?” he muttered to himself as he walked inside with Soarin.

“Heya!” an orange unicorn wearing a white apron said, a wide grin plastered on her face. “The name’s Sherby! What can I getcha?” She planted her forelegs on the counter, eyeing Soarin up and down.

Soarin noticed her eyes linger near his cutie marks. “I’ll have the rum and vanilla ice cream, and...” He glanced at Thunderlane, wondering if the cashier was going to mention that he was a Wonderbolt. “What about you, cutie?” he asked with a snicker, using a hoof to cover his mouth.

Thunderlane blushed at that, and upon hearing Soarin call him a cutie in public, on their first date, made his heart flutter.

It also made his throat dry.

Very, very dry.

“I-I’ll, uh... h-h-have, t-the...” Thunderlane cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. He dipped his head as his ears flicked back, his eyes pleading with Soarin to help him out of this.

Soarin chuckled once, then looked back at Sherby. “He’ll have what I’m having!” he said, taking out his bag of bits. He fished out a few bits and tossed them on the counter as he watched Sherby use her magic to get them their treats.

“So you guys just out for a quick treat, or what?” Sherby asked.

“Well, I was planning for my cute friend and I to head on over to the overlook. I hear it’s quite nice this time of day.” Soarin took a closer look at the cashier. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“I’m afraid not, sorry!” After each cup was topped off with a juicy cherry, Soarin was about to pick them up when Sherby slid a folded piece of paper over to him. He cocked his head to the side, and was just about to ask what was on it when he saw a hoof pressed up against Sherby’s lips. Hoofing Thunderlane his own cup, Soarin led them back outside and sat down at one of the tables, taking the seat that let him look back into the parlor. He unfolded the piece of paper and read aloud, “I’m off in an hour. Want to pick me up?”

“What now?” Thunderlane asked through a mouthful of ice cream. “Hey, this is pretty good!”

Soarin chuckled as he slid the paper over to his date. “It’s nothing. The mare behind the counter wants me to pick her up in an hour, though,” he said, making sure that she couldn’t see him giving Thunderlane her note.

Thunderlane glanced over his shoulder and spotted the mare with her head propped up on her forelegs, eyeing what he assumed was his date with a dreamy look in her eyes. Her rump swayed back and forth ever so slightly, her tail flicking from side to side. Feeling as if she was looking right through him, Thunderlane looked back around and saw Soarin scribbling something on the back of the note. “What are you writing to her?” he asked cautiously, his spoon frozen halfway between his cup and his mouth. I hope he isn’t saying yes... he thought as his ears flicked back.

“Just that I’m already on a date and that I’m spoken for,” Soarin replied, stowing the quill back in his saddlebag. “See?” He held up the paper for him and grinned.

“Heh, yeah. She’s gonna be disappointed when she finds out she never had a chance to begin with!”

“Totally,” Soarin said, quickly followed by a short laugh. “You know, I don’t think she even thought of the possibility of us being on a date right now. She probably thinks that you’re just my friend.” He shovelled a couple of spoonfuls of ice cream into his mouth, then asked, “So what do you think of the ice cream? I found this place a few weeks ago when I was out partying with the Wonderbolts after our final show of the season.”

“Oh, so you’re on a break now?” Thunderlane asked. “And the ice cream is awesome, kinda like you,” he finished with a deep red blush.

“What, cold, sticky, and dripping?” Soarin hid his growing smile with a hoof as Thunderlane rolled his eyes.

Thunderlane rubbed his two front hooves together as he looked away, staring at a small stone that lay a few feet to the right of Soarin. “Well, now that you think about it, I dunno about the cold part, because you’ve been really nice so far, but...” He shyly flicked his eyes up to meet Soarin’s gaze as he rubbed his foreleg with a hoof. He fluffed his wings a couple of times and said, “I’d love to see you sticky and dripping...” His voice oozed nervousness and was tainted with no small amount of excitement.

“Oh yeah? I bet you would!” Soarin laughed again, finishing off his ice cream a minute later. Their conversation lapsed into silence before Soarin spoke up again. “So in the last fifteen minutes, you’ve said you wanted to see my bed and that you want to see me all sticky and dripping, and on the first date, too.”

“Too much?” Thunderlane winced and bit his bottom lip. Soarin’s tone sounded neutral to him, but the fact that the edges of his lips were starting to drift upwards gave him a little bit of comfort.

Soarin shrugged and finally let his smile show. “I know what’s on your mind, but I’d like to get to know you more before we get to the fuckin’. You know I’m into cuties like yourself, and I find that getting to know the pony I’m dating makes sex feel like a lot more than just meaningless pleasure. You know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I do, and that’s fine. I’m totally cool with waiting until like, the tenth date or so. I won’t keep pressing the issue until you feel like you’re ready,” Thunderlane said, resigning himself to a couple months of no sex. At least I’ll be dating my dream stallion... I can wait.

“Wait, what?” Soarin pushed his empty bowl towards the center of the table, watching as Thunderlane finished his bowl. “Why wait ten dates? If it takes that long for us to get to know each other better, then I don’t think we’d be compatible. Besides, since you didn’t take advantage of me the other night, that, uh... let’s just say you made me trust you a lot more than any other stallion on the first date, so...” He glanced up for a few seconds. “I was gonna suggest something like two or three more dates before you can get me all sticky and dripping,” he said with a smirk. Eyeing Thunderlane’s trembling foreleg, he reached across the small table and grasped Thunderlane’s hoof, making his date look up into his eyes. “Or maybe it’ll be you who’ll be all sticky and dripping...” he murmured, watching his date’s face for any signs. His eyes lit up with glee as he saw Thunderlane’s ears flick back, followed by his cheeks flushing red. Soarin felt his heart speed up when he heard the lightest of whimpers slip from his date’s lips.

“Yeah, m-maybe,” Thunderlane said. Feeling a boost of confidence come out of nowhere, he grabbed Soarin’s hoof with his other hoof and held on tightly. With a sly grin, he whispered, “Or maybe it’ll be both of us...”

Oh, so he’s a switch, eh? I can tell we’re gonna have a lot of fun... Soarin licked his lips and smiled back at Thunderlane. “So... wanna get out of here?” he asked.

Thunderlane’s eyes went wide as he froze. “And go back to your place? What about all of what you just said about wanting to go on a few more dates?”

Soarin pulled his hoof out of Thunderlane’s and chuckled. “No, featherbrain, not back to my place. I want to take you to the overlook; I know of a nice private place for us to watch the sun set.”

“And maybe we can snuggle?” Thunderlane asked, his voice filled with hope. “I mean, I know this is our first actual date, but... the other night was pretty great.”

“Yeah, we can definitely snuggle, and we can snuggle back at my place too. I have a few movies back there that I haven’t gotten around to watching yet, and I hate watching movies by myself.” Soarin flapped his wings, hovering before Thunderlane. “I have a nice, comfy couch, too! A lot more comfier than that poor excuse for a loveseat back at your place! Now, come on, follow me!” Soarin flapped his wings and hovered above the street, waiting for Thunderlane to do the same.

As they started to fly away, Soarin watched the mare from the ice cream shop dart towards their table. He chuckled to himself as he watched her shoulders droop, and if his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him, he would have sworn that she shot a glare at him. Now flying over many of the buildings that made up Canterlot’s shopping district, they made it to the far edge of the city in a couple of minutes, landing on the gravel sidewalk next to the short wall. Thunderlane laid his forelegs on the top of the wall and folds his wings, then before he could even turn his head to see what Soarin was doing, Soarin scooted up to him and laid a wing over his back, tugging him close. Thunderlane smiled and bit his cheek as the urge to lay his head on his date’s neck raged inside of his mind, so after a moment of thought, he decided to simply go for it. Licking his dry lips, he tentatively laid his head on Soarin’s neck, just under his chin. He prayed that Soarin would let him, and when he felt Soarin nuzzle the top of his head, he felt his heart flutter.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Soarin asked as the bottom of the sun touched the horizon. “Follow me, there’s a spot that I like to go to...” He folded his wing back to his side and nodded further down the path where a small hill lay, surrounded on all sides except for the front by thick bushes. Thunderlane trotted beside him as they made their way down the path, which was free of anypony else.

Laying down on the grass, Thunderlane blushed again as Soarin settled down next to him, and feeling especially daring, he laid a wing over his back. Soarin glanced at him and grinned, then looked back off towards the setting sun.

Thunderlane lay his head down on Soarin’s forelegs, letting the side of his face rest against his breast. His racing heart slowed down, but his forelegs still trembled. “So... I know this is kinda early to ask this of you, but... is it okay if we start being exclusive?”

“Afraid that I’m going to find someone better?” Soarin asked. His ears flicked up, waiting to hear Thunderlane’s response, but none came; his silence was all that he needed to hear. “Yeah, that’s fine with me. Wouldn’t want somepony else to snatch you up.” He nuzzled Thunderlane’s head. “Did that mare back at the ice cream place bring that up?” Soarin asked, his voice gentle and soft.

“M-Maybe.” Thunderlane tensed up a little, but when he felt Soarin snuggle closer to him, he let his worries slip away. He heard several hoofsteps come from further up the path, but figured that they would pay them no mind. They were nearly out of sight from the path, and it was a common courtesy to not disturb couples in the overlook. He closed his eyes when he heard them approach, and when it sounded like they were right in front of him, the sounds of their steps ceased to exist. Wondering why that was, Thunderlane cracked an eye open and saw several photographers, each scrambling to get their cameras pointed at them. As they started taking pictures of them, he heard Soarin snarl before a wing whipped out in front of them, blocking any further shots of them.

“I hate it when this crap happens...” Soarin sat up, still holding his wing out in front of his face. “Let’s just go back to my place, okay? Keep up, because I want to leave these dirtbags in the dust...” And with that, he let Thunderlane’s wing slip from his back as he took to the skies, flying back towards his house. He checked over his shoulder to make sure that Thunderlane was keeping up, and saw that he was, and thankfully, none of those pesky reporters were in pursuit.

They made it to his house in record time. Soarin never was a stallion for the really extravagant things in life, but he did like to spoil himself from time to time. He lived in the upper-class part of town, but he didn’t live in a mansion like a lot of the other rich ponies. His house only had two stories, but was still fairly fancy. Large pillars sat on either side of the door, and as he landed on his front porch, he fumbled with his saddlebag, looking for his key. Just as he heard Thunderlane touch down behind him, his hoof finally found it. Without looking at his date, he shoved the key in the hole and twisted it so hard that he thought it might break. He ripped the key from the lock and pushed the door open, then stood aside silently and used his wing to motion Thunderlane inside, keeping an eye on the skies.

Thunderlane knew that something was wrong the moment he looked at Soarin, but he stayed silent. He trotted inside and to the left, where a massive white couch lay in the middle of the room. A television bigger than his wingspan hung from the opposite wall, and as he heard the front door click shut, he lay down on the couch and watched Soarin walk over to him. “So... wanna talk about what happened?” Thunderlane asked.

Soarin let out a groan as he flopped onto the couch, letting his head rest between Thunderlane’s forelegs. After not saying a word for several moments, he slowly lifted his head and sighed. “You know we’re going to be on the front page of the newspaper tomorrow, right?”

“Probably, yeah, but who cares? As far as they know, we’re two friends who were hanging out.”

Soarin snorted at that. “Yeah, but I’ve dealt with their kind before. They take the truth and skew it to make the juiciest headline they can just to increase sales. That’s how rumors start, and once they start, it’s hard to explain yourself, and even when you try to do that, they skew it to their best interests, not yours.” He ran a hoof over his muzzle. “I can already see the headline, too... Soarin’s Gay Lover?! Read all about it on page one!”

Thunderlane rolled over onto his back and pushed his head in between Soarin’s forelegs, only stopping when his head hit his breast. “So? If you don’t know them personally, then don’t take it personally, ya know? And so what if the newspaper says you’re gay? Being gay isn’t anything to be ashamed about... right?”

“Of course not, but I like to keep private things like this, well... private, you know?” He felt Thunderlane’s head nod up and down against his breast, making him chuckle. “Sometimes I feel like my home is the only place where I can make sure that none of those pesky reporters can get to me.”

“Well... I wouldn’t mind staying over here,” Thunderlane murmured, planting a kiss on Soarin’s neck. “So whatcha wanna watch?”

“I don’t know... After our date being ruined, you want to just grab something quick to eat somewhere?” Soarin asked. “Or do you just wanna snuggle instead?”

“Hm...” Thunderlane lifted a hoof to his chin as he thought. “Why not both?”