Author's Note

I've had this in my mind for a while. Not sure why. I'm into more unique ships, if you count this as unique.

Also, yes, there is going to be clop/sex in upcoming chapters. I put the tag to warn people who might stay for updates. I wanted to make an intro into what I had in mind from my sin bin.

I hope I did a decent soarmac intro :>

Daydreaming

“Are you ready?”, Spitfire called out to Soarin. “Just one final move, and then we’re done with practice for today.”

Soarin grinned proudly and flew into the air. “Oh yeah, I’m more than ready for this.”, he declared.

However, that was far from the truth. Soarin had a nagging problem that didn’t seem to leave his mind and was causing a lot of issues for him. It had nothing to do with flying, of course. He was ready for this final move, it was just that, this problem that kept nagging at him was dragging down his progress. He found himself in a lot of daydreams and becoming distracted at the most inopportune times. He tried to act as casual as possible whenever he was around his team and in Ponyville, but inside he felt like he was going to explode. His mind started to wander again towards the pony that was the center of his issues until he heard the earlier voice call down to him again.

“Hellooo, Soarin? You in there?”, Spitfire waved a hoof in front of his face. He shook his head, coming to his senses again and the challenge in front of him.

“Yeah, sorry, I was just...thinking.”, he admitted.

“Well, you better have been thinking of ways to perfect this move, cause it needs to be done right for the show next week!”, she commanded.

“Uhh, right...yeah, I’m always conjuring up new ways to tackle these flight sessions!”, Soarin stammered.

“Good”, Spitfire smirked, crossing her hooves. “Then let’s see it.”

Soarin frowned. He wasn’t sure if he was really ready for this. He had said that he was, but was he really? The thoughts of a certain somepony were making the answer less and less clear to him. He chuckled nervously.

“Well?”, Spitfire asked.

’This is now or never’, Soarin thought. ’I need to do this. If I don’t, I might not be able to perform next week, and that’s something I was really looking forward to! I can’t let him get in the way of that; I need to control myself. Out of sight, out of mind...right? Okay, here goes nothing.’

Stepping back, Soarin got in a crouching position, readying himself to take off. Normally, this would be used when someone is getting ready for a race, but in his case, he was using it to spring up into flight. He snorted, smoke coming out from his nostrils, as he dug the ground beneath him. He mentally prepared himself to start.

One.

Two.

Don’t worry, just focus on the task at hand, just focus on flying, it will all be good, right? Just don’t think about HIM, and you’ll do fine.

Three!

And at that he sprung up into the air, his wings taking him upwards as he flew swiftly. He let his wings carry him as one forehoof was kept out in front of him. He got rid of numerous clouds that had been set up purposefully in the arena, the bleachers surrounding it. Soarin had no trouble with that, as it was a pretty easy task as long as you could hit with a decent force. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, until the hoops appeared. He had to fly through plenty of hoops that were spread out in different places, one not in the same position as another. This was a problem for he had to use very articulate flying motions to be able to course through, and with a certain stallion still on his mind, this once simple task became quite difficult.

He traveled through the first hoop, and then the second, then the third. It went on like this for only a short while. Spitfire was in the bleachers, cheering him on.

“Yeah Soarin! Whoo! Come on, I know you can do it! You’re a wonderbolt for Celestia's sake!”

Soarin heard her cheer but it didn’t mean anything to him at that moment, it was just pure noise. He started to think about that stallion again. Big Mac. The way he sweated as he pulled a trow behind him, plowing the farm. He worked so hard, and Soarin couldn’t help but always stare at the way he panted and breathed heavily while pulling it, and the way the sweat matted down his fur and mane after a long session of plowing.

’Plowing.’, he thought. Oh, how much I would love to get plowed by such a bigger stallion than I. So strong too. I bet his member packed so much force that it could make me scre—

Soarin’s mini fantasy was cut too short by the sound of his head hitting the bottom metal part of the hoop. All that was heard was a very loud ’CLANG’ which followed him beginning to fall toward the ground.

Spitfire gasped, and immediately flew over and caught him just before he could land on the cloud that resided below the hoop he had unfortunately hit.

“Ughgh”, Soarin grumbled. He rubbed his head and fluttered his eyes open slowly. Spitfire was looking down at him, surprised that he had remained conscious.

“Hey! Are you alright?”, she asked sternly, but sincerely.

Soarin started to get up, keeping one forehoof placed on his forehead as he did. When he stood up, he simply stared at Spitfire, biting his lip as a red tint covered his cheeks.

Spitfire sighed, content now that she knew he was alright. Knowing there was nothing wrong with him physically, she blurted out the obvious question Soarin knew was coming:

“What was that?”

“I-I’m sorry. I just g-got distracted—that’s all.”, Soarin weakly answered.

“That’s all? That’s. All?! That’s all you have to say to me after you, a star wonderbolt, crashed doing one of the most simple flying moves because you were distracted?!” Spitfire reared her head back in disbelief.

“Well...”, he started. “There’s really no other way to put it. I can try again if you want, this time putting full focus into the routine...”

“So you’re saying you weren’t fully focused on it this time?”, Spitfire asked angrily.

“Th-that’s not what I meant. I’ll just try to not let my mind wander, you know?”

Spitfire scoffed, then breathed before she spoke. “No. That’s quite alright. I think we’ve had enough practice for today.”

“But you haven’t even done any parts yet.”, Soarin protested.

“I said...I think we’ve had enough. You need to go home and rest to recover if we’re going to make any progress during our next practicing session.”, Spitfire stated flatly.

“See you later Soarin.”

Soarin barely got a wave in before she flew off and was soon unable to be seen.

’What a nice departure. Didn’t even really say goodbye.’, Soarin thought solemnly.

Soarin looked down, loneliness overtaking him. He flew down below the clouds and glided through the air at his own pace. As he flew, he thought about the day, and how much he had fantasized about that damn stallion. It was like this everyday; no point in reminiscing now.

As he continued to think about it, the more he pondered the decision he was about to make. He knew what he needed to do. He quickly changed direction and headed for the one place he would find a bit of peace, despite it being later at night. Sweet Apple Acres.