My Stallion, Soarin

by The Abyss

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Romance, Sex, Slice of Life, Thunderlane
Length: 10141

After going months without the touch of another stallion, Thunderlane desires the emotional and physical bond that only lovers share. After seeing Soarin at a bar, he takes a chance and ends up finding that even celebrities crave what he does: love.

Ever since he moved to Canterlot, Thunderlane has grown tired of sleeping alone in his cold bed. He craves physical contact with another stallion, but whenever he tries to make a move, he finds himself flustered and tongue-tied. Feeling particularly bold one evening, he drops by his favorite bar and is shocked to find the Wonderbolts’ co-captain, Soarin, drinking alone in a corner.

With a confidence born of desperation, Thunderlane strikes up a conversation with him and is pleasantly surprised when Soarin is more than happy to chat. As Thunderlane grows more comfortable with Soarin's company, he begins to question whether he holds any interest in him. Blushing madly, but feeling more daring than he's felt in weeks, Thunderlane decides to make his move — and may discover that even celebrities wish for somepony to hold onto at night, just like him.

Published 2016-04-19 02:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-08-20 22:36:49 UTC

How Did I Get This Lucky?

“Well, here goes nothing... again,” Thunderlane mumbled under his breath as he stepped inside the House of Brews. It was a rather small bar in comparison to the finer establishments scattered around Canterlot, but the thing that kept bringing him back was the fact that it felt like Ponyville. He’d grown tired of the dating crowd back in the valley, and since his options of a partner were rather limited there, he oddly felt relieved when he got laid off from his weather job. Thunderlane had saved up enough money to comfortably live off of for a few months, but when no job opportunities presented themselves, he had decided a move was in order.

The going-away party had been a blast; all of his friends had shown up, and even Rainbow Dash had made an appearance. Flitter and Cloudchaser had been rather sad to hear the news that he was moving hours away, but by then, he’d already made up his mind. Flitter had even asked, while more than a little tipsy, if he wanted to go upstairs so she could show him a good time. He had politely declined, saying that it was getting pretty late and that he still had some packing to do.

As the door to the bar closed behind him, he paused and eyed the crowd before him. There were significantly more stallions than mares present than there usually was, which made him grin. It was a Friday night, and the Wonderbolts had just finished another show in their hometown, which made him think that the crowd from the show would be filling the bars to the brim. Luckily, he was right.

Eyeing an open seat between two stallions, he ran a hoof through his mane and fluffed his wings to bolster his confidence. He stepped up to the bar stool and sat down, then waved the bartender down.

“You wanna start a tab?” the brown unicorn asked him.

“Yeah. You guys got anything new in?” Thunderlane asked as he leaned onto the bar.

“Sure do!” The bartender cracked a wide smile. “We got a new quad from Manehatten and an imperial stout straight outta Appaloosa that’ll make you reel!”

Thunderlane grinned at that. “Oh yeah? I’ll have a glass of the stout, then.”

“Gotcha. Be right back!”

Thunderlane looked left, then right, wondering who he should strike up a conversation with. The stallion to his left was chatting with the mare beside him. Darn... he’s got a ring on his wing, too... He’s out. His beer arrived, tearing him from his thoughts. He took a sip of the dark brew, his eyes going wide at the strong flavors of coffee and chocolate that was followed by a slight oaky aftertaste. “Damn... you weren’t lying! This is really good!”

“Sure is!” the bartender said, throwing a towel over his shoulder. “It’s pretty strong, though.”

“Yeah, I can tell.” Thunderlane took another couple of sips and felt his cheeks warm from the liquid courage. He looked to his right, eyeing the stallion up and down. His blue mane and tail were cut pretty short, contrasting nicely with his light yellow coat. Thunderlane leaned to his right and feigned scratching his leg just to get a sniff of him. Hm... is that some kind of fruity cologne I smell? He closed his eyes as he briefly entertained thoughts of what the night might hold in store for him.

You haven’t had a strong stallion like myself take care of you in a while, eh? Don’t you worry, I’m gonna take good care of you and make sure you cum many, many times... Thunderlane felt a stirring in his sheath as he envisioned the stallion leaning over him, pushing his head into the mattress as he entered him from behind. Blinking several times, he prayed that nopony saw his semi-hard cock, but nevertheless, he leaned onto the bar again to try and cover it up.

After taking a few deep breaths, Thunderlane took another sip of his beer and took a minute to calm down. If only I could make that a reality... He felt a shiver run down his spine. The few dildos he had back home were just good enough to get him off, but it never sated his need to feel a warm body next to him as he fell asleep. Cuddling a pillow could only go so far in that regard, and it’d been many, many months since he had gotten laid.

Noticing that the yellow stallion’s beer was nearly finished, Thunderlane ran a hoof through his mane and scratched the back of his neck. “H-hey there!” he said, throwing on a shaky smile as he looked at him. Thunderlane felt his cheeks blush deeply as his ears flicked back. He crossed his legs, his left wing starting to quiver. “You want me to buy the next round?”

The yellow stallion glanced at him, his gaze remaining neutral for a few moments before he relaxed. “Sure, that’d actually be pretty nice. The name’s Bluebolt, but my friends just call me Blue.” He held out his hoof, which Thunderlane bumped with his own. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Thunderlane!” He finished off his beer, mirroring his new friend. “So you go to the show?”

“Yep! I lost track of my friends after it, so I figured that I’d stop in here for a quick drink or two before I go back to the hotel.” He set his glass back on the bar.

So he’s just passing through... Damn! Although, a one-night stand doesn’t sound too bad... Thunderlane waved at the bartender. “Another round for my new friend and I, please!” The bartender nodded, grabbed their empty glasses, then brought them each a new beer. “So where are you from, Blue?”

“Baltimare. And you?” He held up his beer, waiting for Thunderlane to do the same. “Thanks for the drink, by the way!”

Heh, I actually might get laid tonight! This guy seems pretty cool so far... I wonder if he’s a top or a bottom. Thunderlane felt his cock twitch in his sheath, making him cross his legs to hide it. He bit his bottom lip momentarily, then licked his lips, wondering how it’d feel to have Blue’s lips upon his own. He lifted his glass and tapped it against the other stallion’s, then as Blue lifted it up to his mouth, Thunderlane watched him take several gulps. In his mind’s eye, he saw that as Blue trying to show him that he was a sub, replacing the beer with his cum. He closed his eyes as he felt another shiver run down his back, then he took a few sips from his own glass.

“So you got a special somepony?” Blue asked, turning to look at him, his legs spread wide.

Thunderlane forced himself to keep his gaze level. He so desperately wanted to check out what Blue was packing, and by the way his legs were spread, he obviously wanted him to look. “Uh...” Thunderlane flicked his tail once and fluffed his wings, then chuckled. “Nah, I don’t... I just can’t find the right pony, you know? Everypony acts so high and mighty in this town that sometimes I feel like I don’t fit in...” His shoulders slumped a little, then he took another sip of his beer. Before he set the glass back down, though, he felt Blue’s hoof rub his back, right between his wings. He immediately froze at that, his heart racing in his chest.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’ll find somebody eventually...” Blue said, pulling his hoof back. “Lots and lots of fish in the sea.”

“Yeah, I guess... What about you? You, uh... you s-single?” He didn’t dare look at Blue for fear of what his answer might be. He remained tense as the seconds dragged on.

“Yup.”

Thunderlane relaxed a bit at that. He’s single, and he’s passing through town? I... I’ve never gotten this close before! Now to seal the deal! “So, uh... You know, I was thinking that, well... a-after we finish these beers, we could, er...”

Blue cocked an eyebrow as he took another sip of his beer. “Huh? You gotta speak up, bud.”

“You, um... you wanna come back to my place? Maybe have some more drinks and see where the night takes us?” he squeaked out.

“Oh...” Blue turned back to face the bar, hiding his sheath and balls from Thunderlane. “Yeah bud, um...” He chuckled and finished off his beer.

Did he just say yes?! Oh my gosh, he just said yes! The beginning of a smile tugged the corners of Thunderlane’s mouth up. His cock throbbed in his sheath, simply begging for attention.

“Sorry, but... I’m not like that.” Blue set his glass back down on the bar and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry if I led you on, Thunderlane... I’m just, you know, not into stallions.”

“B-but...” Thunderlane sighed and took a deep breath to calm his racing nerves. So close... and yet so far... “Alright. It was nice talking to you, though.”

“Now that’s the truth! You’re a good guy, Thunderlane. I know you’ll find a special somepony eventually.”

I thought I already had. “Yeah, same to you, Blue.”

“Well, I think I better get going, then.” Bluebolt thumped Thunderlane on the shoulder as he slid from the bar stool. “Thanks for the beer!” he said as he trotted from the bar.

“Yeah... anytime...” Thunderlane groaned and rubbed his forehead with a hoof, almost ready to throw in the towel. He signaled the bartender for another beer with a nod, then when he got it, he swiveled around in his seat, surveying the rest of the bar’s patrons in the hopes that he could find somepony else to strike up another conversation with. If he struck out again, he figured that he would just go home.

Thunderlane slumped against the bar as he drank from his glass, letting his hind legs dangle off the stool. There was a group of stallions off to his right sitting at their own table, laughing. There was no chance that he’d get any of them to spend some time alone with him, so he looked to the left and spotted a lonely-looking light blue pegasus sitting in the farthest corner of the bar. “Huh... I wonder what’s up with him,” he muttered to himself.

Holding onto his beer with his left hoof, he made his way through the crowd and stepped up behind the stallion. Thunderlane eyed the empty seat across from him, then gently tapped him on the shoulder, making him stiffen up. “Excuse me, but is that seat taken?” he asked with a small smile, praying that he’d say yes.

“...No, I suppose it isn’t,” the stallion replied.

“Awesome.” Thunderlane walked around the table and settled down on the cushion, then set his glass down. “So, what’s your na...” His eyes drifted upwards, running over the stallion’s toned chest all the way up to his face. “S-S-Soarin?” he gasped, his heart dropping into his stomach. So many questions popped into his mind, each more pressing than the last. His mouth hung open wide as he stared at the famous celebrity. “What are you d-doing here?” he asked, his voice just loud enough to be heard.

‘What, I can’t go to a bar and have a few drinks by myself?” Soarin snarled with a roll of his eyes. “Gimme a break...” His shoulders slumped and he glanced away.

“No, it’s not that at all!” Thunderlane said, waving his hooves out in front of him. He took a deep breath and pushed the fanboy inside of him as far away as he could. “I just thought that you’d be out partying with the rest of your crew after today’s show, is all. I’m surprised that the coolest stallion in all of Canterlot is out drinking by himself.”

“...Oh.” Soarin smiled sheepishly and rubbed the side of his neck as he looked up into Thunderlane’s mirthful eyes. “Sorry I snapped at you, then. I’ve just had too many run-ins with the paparazzi lately, and I thought that you might have been one of them.” He stretched out his right foreleg and held it out for Thunderlane to bump. “You obviously know my name, so you are...?”

“Thunderlane.” He bumped his hoof against Soarin’s. “So yeah, how come you aren’t with Spitfire and everypony else?”

Soarin finished off his drink and waved at the bartender, who brought him another drink without saying a word. “Well, when you spend all day and night practicing with the same ponies over and over and over, it sorta makes you want to just spend some time with yourself, you know? I mean, they’re great guys and all, but... you catch my drift, right?”

Thunderlane grinned and chuckled. He crossed his forelegs and propped himself up on the table with them, then swirled the beer in his glass. “Yeah, I get that. I used to work with the Ponyville weather team, but when I got laid off, I couldn’t find another job that paid as well. So now, I work with the team up here, and while I don’t make as much as I did back home, the city is starting to grow on me. Although...”

Soarin cocked an eyebrow and chuckled. “What? You already tired of all the snobs up here?”

“Eh... sorta. I’ve made a couple of friends up here, but we aren’t close. I only see them at work, and... sometimes I can’t shake the feeling that they’re just being friendly because we work together. I’ve asked them out for some drinks a few times, but they’ve always turned me down. Making friends up here is a lot harder than I thought it would be, and I sorta miss my friends back home. Too bad they’re like, a four-hour train ride away. And sometimes, I... can’t help but feel alone.”

“Yeah, I hear that. When we go on tours, the Wonderbolts and I are on the road so much that we aren’t able to spend a lot of time at home. I’m just glad that we’re all so close, otherwise the team could easily fall apart.”

“Mhm.” Thunderlane nodded. Figuring he’d throw all of his cards on the table, he took a rather large sip from his glass before he said, “One of the main reasons why I decided to move up here was because, er... there were just too many mares and not enough stallions in Ponyville. But up here? I feel like I have a better chance of finding a... a coltfriend.”

Soarin smiled at that and lifted his glass. “Cheers to that, Thunderlane.”

Thunderlane’s heart went from zero to sixty in a split-second. There’s no way he’s... With a shaky hoof, he lifted his glass to meet Soarin’s. After taking a sip, he stood up and flipped his mane to the other side of his neck. “Well, it was nice talking with you, Soarin. If you want to be alone, then I... I suppose I’ll leave you be.” As much as he would have loved to stay, there was no way that he’d want to impose on him. He lifted his glass to his lips as he took a couple of steps, heading back to the bar before Soarin’s outstretched wing stopped him. Thunderlane glanced down at Soarin, his mouth feeling incredibly dry even though he had just had some beer.

Soarin felt himself blush as he glanced up at Thunderlane. “W-would you stay and keep me company? It’s been awhile since I’ve met somepony I can actually hold a conversation with.”

“Heh, now how can I say no to that?” Thunderlane sat down on the cushion beside Soarin. When he felt Soarin’s wing lay brush against his back, he tensed up. His eyes glazed over for a few seconds as its warmth seeped into him, his tail flicking back and forth incessantly. “Uh...” He licked his lips and gasped softly as Soarin’s feathers brushed against his ticklish belly.

“I... I hope I’m not being too forward,” Soarin admitted, mindlessly playing with his hooves. He lifted his wing from Thunderlane’s back and folded it back against his side. “I sorta got the vibe that you were into me, so...”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I wasn’t really expecting you to be so bold, hehe. Your wings are, well...” He blushed and stared at the floor. “You know...”

Soarin finished the rest of his drink in one go and asked, “What about them?”

Thunderlane had never felt his cheeks burn so hotly before. He leaned in close, their faces separated only by a mere inch. “They’re really soft and, uh... they’re warm, t-too,” he managed to squeak out. Sitting back, he lifted his glass to his lips and took several gulps, finishing off his drink. “How do you get them so soft?”

“Preening. I preen them every time that I take a shower, and even though it does take a while, I’ve noticed that it helps me a lot when I do the shows. It’s also a peace of mind kinda thing for me. When I’m pulling off those stunts, I have to know without a doubt that my wings are going to hold up.” Looking back at the bar, he got the bartender’s attention with a wave of his hoof and tapped his table twice. “I also use some expensive shampoos, too. Hah, if I didn’t make so much money flying, I wouldn’t be able to afford them!”

The bartender arrived with two drinks held up with his magic, then after setting them down on their table, he grabbed their empty glasses and left, all without uttering a word.

Thunderlane’s rear right hoof started twitching. “Ya know... you laying your wing over me wasn’t an unwelcome thing.”

“Really? Well, that’s a relief to hear. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, especially since we just met. To be honest, I’m just glad you decided to come talk to me. Anyways, here!” He used a hoof to push over one of the glasses that the bartender had just brought him. “This is my favorite drink. Some ponies might call it girly, but hey, it’s their loss! Try it; I know you’ll love it.” He took a sip of his own drink and sighed happily. “It’s called sex on the beach.”

“Pfft, seriously? Is that what it’s actually called?” Thunderlane grabbed it and tapped it against Soarin’s raised glass, then took a sip. “Woah, this is good! You weren’t kidding!” He took another sip. “What is that, orange juice and vodka?”

Soarin nodded as he nearly drained his own glass. “Plus a few other things, yeah. So listen, I think it might be the alcohol talking, but I think you’re kinda cute. Would you mind, if... I dunno, held you with my wing? It’s fine if you don’t want me to.”

“Y-yeah, I’d like that,” Thunderlane said. A lot more than you know...

“Heh, sweet...” Soarin wrapped his wing around Thunderlane’s back again and tugged him up against his side. “Much better. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Actually... yeah. The bar is kinda cold, and, uh...” His voice dropped to just above a whisper. “You sorta warm me up.” Thunderlane laid his head against Soarin’s strong neck and briefly nuzzled him, just under his chin. “I think I’m the luckiest stallion alive right now.”

“Ha! I was thinking the same thing.” Soarin rubbed Thunderlane’s back with his wing. “I’ve got a feeling we’re gonna get along just fine.”

Man, Soarin really doesn’t have that high of a tolerance... Thunderlane thought to himself as he helped Soarin walk out of the bar. The Wonderbolts’ left foreleg was draped over his neck and his left wing was wrapped over his back. They were the last ones left, and they had stayed all the way till closing. If they had gotten their way, they would have spent the rest of the night there had they not been kicked out by the bartender.

“Where’s yer... where’s yer place?” Thunderlane mumbled, taking a moment to steady himself. His legs felt like jello, and judging from how Soarin was swaying back and forth, he knew there’d be no way that he would be standing on his own if he wasn’t there to help him.

“It’s...” Soarin shook his head and lifted a hoof, waving off in the general direction of the opposite side of the city. “All the way past the c-hic-castle, near the edge of the cliff. I can to... totally lead us there, come on!” He let his wing slip from Thunderlane’s back and readied himself to take flight, but he felt a firm hoof on his back.

“Nu-uh, you’re not flying anywhere in the state you’re in. You just wanna go back to my place? It’s nothing special, but it’s just down the road. See?” Thunderlane pointed out a set of two-story apartments a block down the street. “Mine’s the one on the second floor.”

“Woah... That’s so cool...” Soarin said with a hiccup and a giggle. “Lead the way!” He took a couple of steps before nearly collapsing.

Thunderlane glanced around nervously, biting his bottom lip as he eyed the few ponies looking their way. He trotted up to Soarin and threaded his head underneath his forelegs then stood up, letting the Wonderbolt lean on him as they walked down the street. They walked in silence for the rest of their walk, ignoring the furtive glances of those they passed until they stood in front of his home. He pushed the double door on the right open, then led Soarin up the stairs. Thunderlane turned to the left and after a few steps, they stood in front of his apartment’s door. Taking care to not let Soarin slip off of him, he leaned down and snagged the key that he kept hidden underneath his doormat.

“Pfft, that’s where you hide your key?” Soarin rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall, barely able to stand up straight. “That’s like... the oldest place in da book!”

Thunderlane shook his head as he dragged Soarin inside his apartment. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

“Huh, so this is where ya live?” Soarin let his leg slip from Thunderlane’s back as he took a few shaky steps on his own.

“Yeah, it’s kinda small, but it works.” Thunderlane wiped his hooves off and closed the door, watching as Soarin drunkenly explored his home.

“For a single stallion like yerself, ya... this pad would be great! Scratch that, it is great!” Soarin looked to his left and spotted a small kitchen. To his right lay a small blue rug, contrasting well with the cream-colored carpeting. A sole loveseat sat in the corner, then to its left lay a sliding glass door that led to a tiny balcony that overlooked the castle. Looking straight ahead, he spotted a closed door, most likely leading to Thunderlane’s bedroom.

Soarin hiccuped a couple of times, yawned, then looked back over his shoulder at Thunderlane. “So...” he said in a sing-song voice. “Where’s ya bed? Ain’t ya gonna show me, your guest, a good time?” He flicked his tail out of the way and smiled slyly as he revealed himself to his new friend.

Thunderlane took a step back in shock, his eyes locked on Soarin’s swaying ass. He... he actually wants to have sex?! But... he’s completely wasted. His ears flicked down as he fought back a whimper. Thunderlane felt his cock twitch in his sheath, simply begging to feel Soarin’s sweet ass wrapped around it.

Soarin stepped up to him and nuzzled his neck, then nibbled his ear. “Or you the kind of guy who likes to be on the bottom?” He planted a few kisses on Thunderlane’s exposed neck, making him tremble, just how he liked. It was quite obvious that his efforts were getting to him, shown by Thunderlane’s hardening length.

“Y-yeah, I am one of... t-those guys,” Thunderlane stammered out, feeling the fur on the back of his neck stand up straight. As much as I’d freakin love to feel him inside of me, I... I just can’t take advantage of him... “Now, come on, you... I’ll show you my bed.” Laying a wing over Soarin’s back, he led him towards his room, doing his best to not let Soarin’s affectionate nuzzles tempt him into a night of lust.

Pushing open the door to his bedroom with his muzzle, he flicked the light switch up with his spare wing, revealing his meager furnishings. A bed just big enough for a single pony lay pushed up against the wall to the right, a nightstand lay in the middle, and a dresser sat against the left wall.

Soarin fell onto Thunderlane’s bed and stretched himself out, then after a rather obnoxious yawn, he slipped under the covers and smiled up at Thunderlane. “So... whatcha waiting for, cutie?” He held up an inviting wing and scooted up against the wall, giving Thunderlane just enough room to join him.

“I... I...” Thunderlane stifled a groan. Never did he think that Soarin would be in his own bed, offering to rut him senseless. Knowing that he’d probably hate himself for the rest of his life, he knew what he had to do. “I’m sorry, Soarin, but... I can’t have sex with you.” Thunderlane turned around and sat down, struggling to control his shuddering breaths. He heard the bed squeak behind him, making him look over his shoulder with a forlorn glance.

“Oh...” Soarin said, swaying back and forth ever so slightly. The alcohol was starting to make him really sleepy, and try as he might, he couldn’t get hard. “Is it your first time with another stallion?” he asked softly, propping himself up with a hoof.

Thunderlane shook his head. “No, it’s not that at all, man. I just...” He turned around to face Soarin, the stallion of his dreams. “You have no idea how much I’d love for you to fuck me all night long, dude, but... we’re both pretty drunk. If we were gonna do it, I wouldn’t want either of us to regret it. So... yeah.” He stood up with a wistful smile and turned to face the door, ready to leave Soarin alone. “I’ll just be out in the living room. That loveseat is pretty comfy, after all.” Thunderlane walked up to his open door and paused. He flicked off the light, grabbed a spare blanket, then slung it over his shoulder.

“Wait, but this is your bed!” Soarin sat up straight. “I feel bad making you sleep in that tiny chair. If anything, I should be sleeping in that chair.”

Thunderlane looked over his shoulder again, his right leg raised in the middle of a step. “Seriously, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I was lying when I said it was comfy, haha. I wouldn’t want my worst enemy to sleep on it; it’s really that bad. I was actually just gonna sleep on the floor.”

“Well, what if we both share your bed?” Soarin took a slow, deep breath, then smiled sheepishly up at Thunderlane, his ears laying flat on his head. “It looks like there’s just enough room for the both of us! I haven’t slept with anypony as cute as you in a while, and... I won’t lie when I say that I miss snuggling with somepony.”

“If it... if it’s alright with you, I g-guess we can snuggle.” Thunderlane smiled nervously as he let the blanket slip from his back to the floor. He stepped forward and gingerly laid down next to Soarin, treating him like he was a fragile vase. Their bellies just barely brushed against each other, making Thunderlane gasp lightly and suck in his gut. “Mind if I be the little spoon?” he meekly asked, feeling his cheeks warm up in a blush.

“Heh, I figured you’d ask that.” Soarin wrapped a wing around Thunderlane’s back as the darker pegasus tucked his head under his chin. “Come on now, don’t be shy.” With a sly grin, he tugged Thunderlane up against him with his wing, pinning his forelegs against his chest, then he wrapped his left legs around him. Soarin nuzzled him, then felt Thunderlane lay the gentlest of kisses upon his neck. He pulled the blankets up and scooted over a little bit, giving Thunderlane better access to the single pillow on the bed.

“Gods above... you’re really warm. I never thought a stallion could be so soft, too...” Thunderlane whispered as he closed his eyes, listening to the rhythmic sounds of his idol breathing in and out. He felt his blush deepen when he heard Soarin chuckle in response. I wish this could last forever...

The Morning After

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.”

Their First Date

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?”