It was another bright and sunny day in the land of Equestria.
A train pulled up to the Ponyville Station.
Steam hissed from the old-timey locomotive as ponies filed in or out of the cars.
One nervous young stallion stepped down, his hooves quaking with excitement as he trotted up to the information booth.
He was an earth pony of average height. He had an indigo fur coat with a blond tail and mane. His cutie mark was three horseshoes and a five-point star. The same mark adorned his saddlebags from which he pulled out a big map.
“Excuse me?” he spoke up, sounding a little like a colt who’d just broke puberty.
The bored-looking mare at the booth didn’t even look up, “Yes… how may I help you today?”
“Could you please tell me how I can get to the Castle of Friendship from here, Madam?” he spoke with confidence, even though inside his young heart was beating like mad. He’d taken a big risk coming all the way here, just to see her again, his favorite princess. He even realized how creepy and stalker-y it would seem, that a simple colt like him would just show up out of the blue.
The mare, who’d preoccupied herself with a crossword puzzle in the newspaper, looked up at the young stallion with the quavering voice. She rolled her eyes then pointed with one hoof, “It’s that big gaudy thing over there, ya can’t miss it.”
He looked where she’d pointed and his blue eyes lit up with stars, “Oh my! I’m here!” He trotted happily in place, “I’m about to see Princess Twilight again!” He galloped away shouting “Thank you!”
The mare just sighed then turned her attention back to her paper, “Bucking tourists…”
…
Meanwhile, at the Castle of Friendship, Twilight Sparkle yawned cutely as she rolled out of bed with all the grace of a lazy teenager.
The lavender alicorn shook herself like a dog to get all the sleepiness out of her body. It was the start of another day, and Twilight was looking forward to a full day of… she didn’t know yet, but it was going to be something good.
She stretched out her wings and moaned with delight as she popped a few tight joints. Twilight saw herself in her vanity mirror, the glorious bedmane she’d developed overnight. She giggled as she could imagine what her friend Rarity would say.
“Egads!This is a disaster!That mane, those split ends, have mercy!” Her imagined Rarity fainted out of existence and Twilight shook her head.
Twilight went about her morning routine, humming We’re Not Perfect to herself as she worked.
Sometime later, her mane was combed, her tail brushed, her wings maintained and a perfectly pristine and hygienic princess made her way to the castle kitchen.
Already, the smell of something baking caught her attention.
Spike must have gotten up early to make breakfast. Good for him, and for her too because she was starving.
What Twilight came to find however…
Starlight was in the process of mixing batter by hoof in a big bowl. She perked up, “Oh! Good morning, Twilight! I hope you don’t mind, but I figured I ought to make breakfast this time.”
Spike shrugged, “She insisted, Twilight.”
Star blushed, “I just felt like doing something nice this morning.”
Twilight giggled, “Starlight, you know you don’t have to do anything to prove yourself to me.”
“That is what I said!” said a fourth voice from the far end of the kitchen.
There was Trixie, sitting her cute butt up on the kitchen counter, juggling teacups with her magic, “I mean, you’re Princess Twilight, the Sovereign of Friendship, the Mistress of all Gushy Good Feelings-”
A strawberry magically stuffed in her mouth made her stop talking for a moment.
She ate it then gave a ladylike burp, “and so generous too.” She covered her muzzle with a hoof as she giggled with playful mirth.
Twilight shook her head while a smile betrayed how much she’d come to enjoy Trixie’s presence since she’d been visiting more often.
She turned back to Starlight, “Anyway, what are we making?”
Starlight levitated a cookbook to show Twilight, “I’m just trying a new recipe.”
Twi smiled, “It looks nice, but are you sure you can make this?”
Star shrugged, “Who knows! I’ll never know if I don’t try right? Besides, baking is very therapeutic for me. All the steps that go into it, it really helps to keep me focused.”
Twilight clicked her tongue in sympathy, “Oh yes, that it does. Well, I hope everything comes out right. I’d love to taste it.”
Trixie popped up between the two suddenly, “I would love that too, Starlight.”
Both Twi and Star jumped back after she came in between them.
Trixie snorted, “You two are so easy.” She started laughing while the other two just stared at her like she was a crazy pony.
Twilight laughed, “Never a dull morning.”
…
Star Tracker looked at all the ponies he walked by as he trotted confidently through Ponyville. His eyes lit up when he recognized one of Princess Twilight’s friends trotting, no bouncing, in his direction.
Eager to meet a new friend he watched as the bubbly, pink, cotton candy pony stopped in mid-air upon seeing him then floated to the ground as her bright blue eyes focused on his.
Star Tracker’s ears drooped back as nervousness struck him, “Um, he-hello?”
Suddenly, she gasped, “Oh my gosh!” Then she rushed off, nearly bowling him over.
Track fought to maintain his balance, his mane in a shamble by the gust of her sudden departure. He rubbed a hoof through his mane in an attempt to fix it, “Huh? Was it that bad?”
He shrugged off that encounter then kept going. He really had no idea who, if anypony, he could really talk to. This was one of the princesses, it wasn’t like he could just walk up to her front door and knock.
Track had been so lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t been watching where he was going.
There was a light ladylike “Oof!” as he bumped into none other than Ponyville’s top fashionista, Rarity.
She herself had had a light breakfast at her favorite café, wearing her favorite scarf. She had just gotten up to leave when this young fool ran right into her.
Her pupils shrank and she cried out, “My scarf!” as her pink winter scarf unwound then flew off. She watched in abject horror as the precious garment fluttered towards the ground.
Without thinking, Star Tracker shouted, “Don’t worry, Lady! I’ve got it!”
Showing his innate earth pony agility, Track dove for the scarf, catching the garment on his blond mane before faceplanting in the dirt. He stretched out his right front hoof to catch the scarf as it fell off his head.
He looked up, his face mussed up with dirt, at the lovely white unicorn who stood over him. “Ta-da…” he said weakly before dropping his face back in the dirt.
Rarity picked up her scarf with her magic, her eyes stuck on the gallant young stallion who had selflessly sacrificed his own precious indigo coat to save her scarf. She put her scarf away in her saddlebag before addressing him, “Thank you for saving my scarf… are you new in Ponyville, darling?”
Tracker brushed the dirt from his cheek as he got back to his hooves, “Uh, yeah, er, yes, I am. My name is Star Tracker.” He suddenly realized who he was talking to, “Oh… and you’re Rarity, aren’t you? The famous fashionista?”
That gave quite the boost to her ego. Rarity smiled, “Why yes, I am her, that is I am, Miss Rarity.” She threw a dramatic pose and she fluttered her long eyelashes at him, “And it is a fine pleasure to meet you, Mr. Star Tracker.”
He blushed hard when she gave him those eyes, “Wow… of all the ponies I could meet in Ponyville. I-I” He stammered until a soft white hoof poked him right on his muzzle.
“Hush.” Her eyes aflutter, she took her hoof from his face, “I am just a pony like anyone else. It should be no harder to talk to me than if I were a schoolmate.”
He had caught the scent of her perfume when she’d touched him with her hoof, “I know, I know… it’s just… I don’t get out that much.”
Rarity smiled sweetly, “Tell you what, how about I treat you to a nice cup of tea? My boutique is just a mere walk from where we are. We could chat more. I have time to kill.”
He wanted to refuse, he didn’t want to impose, but something in him compelled this young stallion to follow this lovely mare.
…
Sip!
Star Tracker drank the fresh raspberry tea that Rarity had made for him. He held the intricate little cup with the navy-blue swirls like the curls in her mane. He had no magic, so he had to hold it carefully between his front two hooves. It was better than just drinking out of it like a cat.
“So then, you’re here all the way from Baltimare, just to see Twilight?”
Tracker put the cup down, “Y-yes, that’s the whole reason behind the trip. I saved a lot just for the train ride here… I-I didn’t even think on what I would even do when I got here. I mean, the last time we met, I know I kinda creeped her out but, I was just so excited!”
Rarity giggled, “Yes, I’m sure you were. I’d actually heard from Twilight about her zeppelin trip with her family.” She scoffed, “That silly brute Iron Will… But, I can imagine, getting to spend an entire day with your idol, hmm?”
Track nodded, “Oh, oh yes, it was the best thing… I mean, I even got to play bingo with her dad! I, uh, I guess you can say I… I’ve got kind of a big crush on her. That was only one day but still… it was the best day of my life.” He blushed, “N-not that it hasn’t been great getting to meet you.”
Rarity tittered softly, “Oh, fret not about my feelings. I find you quite precious really, and you can take it from me, I know all about crushes. If it were me, I would find it quite flattering to think somepony would come this far just to see me.”
Track tapped his two front hooves together as a deep blush filled the gap between his eyes, “So you don’t think it a little, uh, creepy? I mean, I just hopped the first train I could get here… I didn’t even give my parents a proper goodbye.”
Rarity shrugged, “A little bit creepy? Not at all. The heart often leads us where our conscience would normally stop us. I know I’d done a few rash things to impress a crush like… impersonate a farm pony.” She blushed as that memory came back to her. “Hmm,” she took a sip of her own tea, “did you say you lived with your parents?”
Tracker blushed, “Yeah… I’m in the process of trying to find myself a place of my own but, Mom insisted I stay until then. This is the farthest I’ve ever been from home. I’m still kinda struggling with what I’d like to do… I’ve got this cutie mark, still don’t quite know what I’m gonna do about it, though.”
Rarity tapped her muzzle in thought, “Mmm, I know that feeling. But then, I knew right away what I wanted, even before I had my cutie mark. I’d always seen a future in couture.”
Tracker nodded, “I can see that.You clearly have this passion for fashion,” he chuckled, “I can see that in just the dresses I saw out in your store.”
Rarity had finished her cup, “Hmm, Star Tracker…”
He looked at her, “Yes, Ms. Rarity?”
She smiled, “Would you like for me to help you? In meeting with Twilight, that is. Truthfully, if you really wanted to see her, you could just go right to the castle. She is a princess, but she is still just another pony and her status should not change how you feel.”
Tracker gulped, “I wanted to… I wanted to just go right up to the castle, but I’m scared she’ll just think I’m some creepy stalker.”
“She may think that, yes, but, your situation is not hopeless.” Rarity scooted herself a little closer to him, on the couch the two had been sitting on. A thought came to her mind, “I would like to ask you something, Star Tracker. You don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable but…”
He looked at Rarity, blushing as he realized how close she was.
“Have you ever kissed a mare, Track?”
His throat suddenly felt dry, “What?”
She smiled, “It’s a simple question. A… traveled mare like myself knows that any stallion who would cross miles just to see one mare is not just looking for a simple conversation.” She twirled a hoof at him, “I’m not judging you, I find it quite bold really that you would come this far. So, have you?”
He gulped then shook his head, “No… it’s sometimes hard for me to even talk to a pretty mare.”
She leaned in so her mane brushed his coat, “You’re doing a fine job with me, though.”
He leaned back, “Well, it’s j-j-just that y-y-you’re so easy to talk to. You’re so nice, so-”
“Pretty?” She fluttered her eyelashes at him.
He gulped again then nodded, “Yes, you are… very pretty.”
She put her head on his chest and she could practically smell the purity from him. Something just fascinated her about cute virgins like him. She wanted to help him, really help him. She brushed a hoof through his soft fur.
Tracker’s heart raced as sweat poured down his face, “Um…” She was getting quite the reaction from him, one he was sure she would soon notice.
Rarity did notice, but she ignored it for now. There were proper steps to take and she didn’t want to scare him. She pulled herself up on her front hooves then looked right in his eyes, “Star, would you kiss me?”
His heart about stopped there, “Um! What?”
She kept her gaze on him, “If I asked you to, would you kiss me?” She truly wanted to help him.
He gulped a third time, “I… I guess I would. I would k-k-kiss you.”
She leaned in, “Kiss me.”
His heart skipped a beat, “Um… that wasn’t asking.”
Rarity cleared her throat, “Will you kiss me, please?” She smiled showing her shiny teeth to him.
Tracker braced himself. He was waiting for her to say something, like she was just joking or testing him or anything. But there was no joking in her tone, her posture, he could tell, though he’d only known her for a short time, he could see she was serious.
Rarity was patient, though she thought a light tease would help him along, “I am waiting…” She said with a playful tone.
Swallowing his pride, Tracker leaned in, shivering as he got closer, as he could feel her breath, smell her perfume, then…
Their lips touched.
It was simple, sweet, none of that wild tongue lashing like he’d read in his mom’s trashy novels. He had her lips and he could smell her natural perfume behind what she wore right now. She smelled as desirable as she looked, as she carried herself.
Rarity pressed back, brushing her hoof against his side as their kiss ended.
Tracker pulled away, “Wow… that’s…”
She giggled as a light blush had painted her snowy cheeks, “That was pleasant. Any filly would thrill for that kind of a kiss.” She calmed herself down before looking at him again, “Now…”
“Now?” He waited to see where his day would go from here.
“Now, would you like for me to kiss you?” She booped his nose with her hoof.
It tickled appropriately and made him chuckle, lightening the mood in the room for him.
Tracker gulped a fourth time, licking his lips before he answered, “Yes, please.”
Rarity smiled, then went in for the kill, her lips grabbing his in a firm yet gentle embrace.
The force in her kiss surprised Track, then he felt the tickle of her tongue. There was that tongue stuff.
Tentatively, Tracker opened his lips and let her taste first his teeth, they were clean, he’d always made double sure of that, second his mouth.
She raised a hoof to his cheek and she gently guided the inexperienced young stallion while her tongue slid against his own.
He put his right hoof around her waist as his first real kiss proceeded.
Rarity didn’t attack his tongue, she gently caressed it with her own, letting him taste her as she tasted him.
Their lips smacked gently while their kiss persisted.
Their lips separated so he could catch his breath. Their tongues still touched.
She wrapped her lips around the tongue, sucked on it before re-entering this lovely kiss with this sweet, young stallion.
That little reaction of his was now not so little. It would be impossible for Rarity not to notice.
Still she kept the kiss going, even as she could see the fruits of her labor out of the corner of her eye.
She rubbed his chest and his belly with her hoof while their kiss grew in passion.
Now she had him licking the roof of her mouth, her tongue, drinking her saliva, still tasting of the tea she’d just had.
She slid herself closer, fully aware of how their lower bodies were almost touching now.
Her rubbing slowly progressed further down his young body until…
He whimpered perfectly in their kiss.
Rarity broke the kiss, “Oh my…” but did not break eye contact, “is this for me?”
Tracker shuddered under her soft touch. He couldn’t have even dreamed of something like this happening. He sat there, his muzzle inches from hers while she stroked his… Emboldened, he initiated another kiss with the sultry mare.
She purred delightfully as the wild mustang in him took control and she let him slip his tongue into her mouth, let his tongue lash hers while her hoof glided back and forth over his…
“Rarity, I’m home!”
Rarity’s eyes shot open as her filly sister’s voice rang through. She pushed Tracker as she panicked.
“Whoa!” He yelped as that beautiful moment was suddenly shattered.
Little hoofsteps were heard.
There was a little gasp, “Oh, for the love of Celestia!” Sweetie shouted, “Can I have one day where I don’t come back and see some stallion’s dong?” The unicorn filly was blushing as she covered her eyes having seen too much of her sister’s guest.
Rarity stammered, “S-s-sweetie Belle, dearie, this isn’t what it looks like.”
Sweetie rolled her eyes, “Oh so you were not sucking a stallion’s face? I see.” The rambunctious little filly gave an indignant grunt, “Hmmph!” then trotted upstairs to her room.
Rarity blushed heavily as she looked back at Star Tracker.
“This is just like Thunderlane! I bucking swear!” Then there was a slam as Sweetie Belle presumably went into her room to vent.
Star Tracker’s excitement went down after that. He looked at Rarity.
Rarity smiled, “I suppose… those last moments were, um, moving too fast… and perhaps we should have chosen somewhere more private but…” She cleared her throat, “That was a very nice kiss, followed by two outstandingly breathtaking ones. Whichever mare is saddled with you, dearie… my praise goes to you for the beautiful nights you are sure to bring her.” She tittered delightfully, “But, I suppose now would be a good time for us to get some fresh air.”
He nodded, “Yeah, sure, that would be nice but, what about…”
She waved a hoof at him, “Oh, don’t fret about Sweetie. She’s a moody little filly, I should know; I was one too.” She giggled, “She’ll get over it then be back in a good mood.” Rarity got up, “We could go to Sugarcube Corner.She always cheers up after a treat from there.”
Tracker got up after her, “Sure… um, you lead the way.”
She giggled, “Oh, you just want to stare at my flank.” She playfully waved her curly purple tail at him.
He snickered, “That’s a possibility.”
The two of them left together.
The boutique was quiet for a moment after that until Sweetie came out of her room to peer down at the lower floor. She sighed, “Thank Celestia, they’re both gone!”
She trotted back downstairs to get to the back door.
She looked both ways before whispering, “Okay, the coast is clear!”
A brown colt came in, “Finally! Was your sister havin’ another one of her stallions over or somethin’?”
Sweetie rolled her eyes, “Of course… come on, Button!”
Button Mash whispered a triumphant “Yes!” to himself before following his filly-friend inside.
Author's Note
Quick warning: There's a teeny bit of a scene between a filly and a foal in this chapter, but it's not anything outright graphic.
It's still all in the spirit of keeping this story cute with a cloppy tint around it.
Chapter II
The bell jingled as Rarity and Star Tracker both came into Sugarcube Corner.
Mr. Cake was taking stock when they arrived, “Oh, hey there, Rarity.”
She smiled, “And good day to you too, Carrot. My dear little sister is in one of her moods again, so I thought I would come over for…”
“More red velvet cupcakes?”
Rarity beamed brightly, “Yes indeed. She absolutely loves your red velvet.”
“Well, you are in luck, our dear Pinkie had just finished a batch.” He called to the back, “Sweetums, it’s Miss Rarity with an order for-”
Mrs. Cake stuck her head through the kitchen door, “Red velvet cupcakes, yes of course. I heard already.” She waved to Rarity, “Good day, Rarity, I’ll go fetch those cupcakes right now.”
Mr. Cake then noticed the indigo stallion who was just looking around. “Hmm, are you a friend of Rarity’s, son?”
Rarity seemed to just remember he was here too, “Oh! Oh yes.” She cleared her throat, “Excuse me, this is Star Tracker. He’s just arrived here in Ponyville.”
Tracker nodded, “Just got off the train this morning. This is a very nice shop you have, by the way. Everything here is so colorful, it just pops out and says ‘buy me!’”
Carrot chuckled, “Well, we have our Pinkie Pie to thank for that. That mare has a good eye for details.”
Track looked at everything, “I’ll say…”
“Where is Pinkie, by the way?” Rarity asked.
Carrot chuckled and he rolled a hoof, “Oh, that silly filly’s run off somewhere, talking about planning a party for somepony new…” He blinked as quick realization hit him.
His wife had just come out of the kitchen with the cupcakes for Rarity. She saw the indigo pony standing in her store. She gave a quiet gasp, “Oh my.” She changed her tone quickly, smiling as innocently as possible, “Well, here are those cupcakes you ordered, Rarity.”
“Splendid!” Rarity chirped as she levitated a few bits to pay for the cupcakes. She had completely missed the little reactions they’d both had upon seeing Star Tracker.
She held the box with her magic, "Well then, I must get back to my boutique tout suite, to give my darling sister her cupcakes. Star Tracker, I hate to part so soon, but you understand, hmm?"
He nodded quickly, "Oh yeah, I understand, I mean... an only child over here so I wouldn't know, but I can see you're a mare who puts family first before anything. It was great meeting you."
"Et tu, Track." She pecked him on the cheek, "Now, I'm sure you know the way to the castle. And if things don't quite work out there... you can consider yourself a welcome guest to Carousel Boutique." She winked at him once more before stepping out.
Then, she was gone.
Tracker rubbed the cheek she had kissed him on, "Mmm, such a nice mare."
Both of the Cakes looked at the hopeless young stallion sitting there with a blush turning his indigo coat to navy.
Mrs. Cake giggled at his fawning.
Carrot cleared his throat, "Excuse me, Mr. Tracker, sir?"
He shook his head then looked back at the gangly yellow stallion behind the counter, "Huh? Oh, oh sorry, I s-spaced out right there."
Carrot shook his head while a smirk formed on his square jaw, "Are you interested in buying anything, sir? I mean, looking is free, but we are running a business here."
Tracker nodded, "Oh, oh yeah, okay, sorry... um... I am pretty hungry. I hadn't eaten anything really since I got off the train so... I guess... are you serving muffins right now?"
Carrot nodded, "We are."
Tracker smiled, "Ooh, okay, do you have blueberry? That's my favorite."
Cup Cake chipped in, "We do. I'll go fetch that for you, and you, Carrot, stop intimidating the poor boy or Little Carrot doesn't get to play tonight." She nudged her husband playfully with that perfectly round rump of hers.
Mr. Cake chuckled, "Oh I couldn't bear the thought of that, honey bun."
Tracker giggled from seeing the playful banter between them. He found a place to sit while he waited for his muffins.
...
Meanwhile, Rarity had made it home.
She called out in her delightful sing-song tone, "Sweetie Belle!" as she came in and closed the door behind her.
Rarity set the cupcakes down on the table in her kitchen, "Sweetie, your sister has a special treat for you! Come on down!"
When Sweetie did not immediately come down, Rarity became curious. "Hmm," she thought out loud to herself, "now she can't still be upset about earlier." She clicked her tongue then started upstairs.
As she went up, Rarity's ears picked up the sounds of illicit activities. Somepony was kissing somepony else. And as she got closer, Rare could detect the subtle musk of a young colt's arousal. Her pupils shrank as a thought hit Rarity's mind. So then, Rarity started to creep slower so her hooves didn't make noise. Somewhere inside, she realized that peeping on her little sister possibly fooling around with a coltfriend would be wrong, then again...
She got to Sweetie's bedroom door and it had been left ajar, not wide open, but a couple inches of light were visible from the small crease. Rarity shook her head, amateur mistake, so cliche. Rarity opened the door with her magic and...
Sweetie was on her bed locking lips with Button Mash, the young colt impulsively thrusting into the air as the filly fondled his growing shaft.
Rarity stood right in the doorway, a deep blush painting her face as she watched her filly sister practicing the very technique she'd done on Star Tracker before. Suddenly, feeling quite guilty for spying on her sister during her special moment, Rarity began to creep backward, pulling on the door with her magic.
EEK!
The door creaked.
The young couple inside heard it and both saw Rarity standing there with the most shameful, guilt-ridden expression on her face.
Sweetie panicked and pushed Button, "Rarity!"
Button yelped as he fell backwards, his colt dick flopping like a rubber toy.
Sweetie stammered as blush filled her face, "Big sis, i-i-it's not what it looks like!"
And what shame she felt was washed away as Rarity heard her own words from before used by Sweetie. A naughty smirk broke out, "Oh, it's not? Because I thought I saw my little sister being a little séductrice." She giggled, "Well... a responsible adult would have something to say about this, but I am your big sister and that overrides it so... you two have fun and..." She could not think of anything else so she zipped away, closing the door as she left.
Rarity made it downstairs and she rubbed the blush from her cheeks, "My little Sweetie is growing up..." She began to tear up.
...
Back at Sugarcube Corner, Mrs. Cake came out of her kitchen with a tray of fresh baked blueberry muffins, "Blueberry muffins for the handsome gent!"
Star Tracker looked up and the sweet aroma of those muffins hit him like a boxing glove to the snout, "Oh yes, thank you!" He got up from where he'd been sitting and he fished out his bit bag from his saddlebags, "How much do I owe you?"
Carrot traded glances with his wife, "Tell ya what, since it's your first day in Ponyville, and you're a guest of our friend, Rarity, no charge!"
Track perked up, "Really?"
Carrot was quick to follow it up with, "But you get one! No more freebies, understand?"
He nodded eagerly, "Completely understand, in fact..." He took out two big bits, "There's a tip, just for the service!"
Carrot took the bits as a brief look of surprise was quickly replaced by his usual stern gaze, "Well played..."
Track took the muffins, "Oh these smell so good, thank you, Mrs. Cake and Mr. Cake." He bowed politely to them both.
Mrs. Cake became bashful, "Aw, well, it's really nothing. It's just our calling."
Track nodded, "Yeah, I hear that loud and clear." He took the box then he left Sugarcube Corner with a happy trot in his step.
As soon as he was gone, Mr. Cake turned to his wife, "Little Carrot, really?"
Mrs. Cake giggled, "Well, Big Carrot would be embellishing a bit, honey."
Carrot retorted, "Honey, it ain't the size, it's what I do with it, and just for that, Little Carrot's going spelunking tonight."
She cooed delightfully at the thought of it, "Ooh... who says we have to wait for tonight?" She wiggled her plump rear at him. She pranced away, remarkably light on her hooves for her plumpness.
Carrot watched her leave. The stallion chuckled huskily to himself as he took off his apron then put up a sign over the counter reading, "On break", before following his wife to the backroom.
...
Tracker trotted happily away with his muffins.
He paused to take a sniff of those fresh pastries with those wonderful, rich blueberries baked into them.
"Look out!" A sudden voice from above broke Track out of muffin heaven in time to catch a grey pegasus mare careening towards him.
Next thing he knew, Star Tracker was knocked for a spin, his blue eyes widening in horror as his muffins went flying. "No, my muffins!" He screamed, which given his already squeaky voice, made him sound like a school filly who'd just walked through a spider web.
Suddenly, a rush of rainbow blew right over him, catching the muffins, every one, then the box before a cyan pegasus performed her superhero landing with the box held on one hoof while her wings stood out all the way, "Never fear, citizen, your friendly neighborhood Rainbow Dash is here!
Tracker stood there while his vision was currently doubled following that disorienting spin. He saw her, his favorite Wonderbolt, one of the coolest mares, and one of Princess Twilight's closest friends, "Whoa... Double rainbow..."
Smugly, she snickered, "Oh please, the world could not possibly handle two of me, I'm awesome enough just being one!"
He rubbed his eyes as his vision returned to normal. He blinked and nope, he wasn't dreaming, it really was her... if he'd had a heart condition, he'd have dropped dead right now. Stars shot up in his eyes, "Wow, you're her, I mean, you're you, Rainbow Dash... oh, gosh... those Wonderbolts trading cards don't do you justice at all!"
She stood there basking in the adoration of a fan, "Well, cards are paper, and paper ain't got shit on the real deal, bub." She posed letting him see her in all her awesome glory.
Star Tracker trotted in place like a filly who needed to pee bad, "Oh my gosh!" He could not even believe the lucky day he'd been having. First, he gets kissed by Rarity, Ponyville's top fashion pony, now, his hero, Rainbow Dash just saved his muffins... his muffins! He gasped, "Oh my gosh, what happened to that pegasus who flew into me?"
"I'm over here..." moaned the grey mare with her mane decorated in flowers as she'd crashed into Roseluck's garden.
Rose stood over the scene holding her chest like she was about to have a heart attack, "What-what is this?!"
Derpy panicked once she saw where was, "Oh! Oh Rosey, I'm so sorry!" She jumped up, "I-I was just flying over and-and I hit a bad air pocket..."
Rose was not hearing any of that though, "Careful! You're trampling all over my livelihood there!"
Derpy started to sniff as she teared up, "I-I'm sorry, it was an accident, I didn't mean to."
Star Tracker walked over, "E-excuse me, miss?"
Roseluck looked up, "What!?"
Tracker intervened, "She said it was an accident and nopony really got hurt."
Rose turned indignant, "Tell it to my begonias! My friends and I, we have our flower cart! Now I won't have my begonias for the market!"
He nodded, "Yeah, that sucks, but I still see no reason to get mad when no one here's really at fault for anything."
Rose sighed, "I suppose..."
Track nodded, "Are you selling by the way?"
"Huh?" She said while Derpy backed away.
Track smiled, "I'd like to buy some flowers, if I can right now. I don't need like a whole bouquet, just one or two, for a couple of pretty mares I know."
Derpy looked between Rose and the strange purple-y blue pony, confused right now.
Track winked to her.
Rose grumbled, "Sure, I guess I could part with a few." She saw the part of her garden where Derpy had crash landed, "Erg, the damage doesn't look nearly as bad as it did, and it looks like more than enough of my begonias survived... Okay, tell me what you want, and... I won't even charge ya, just pick some so I can get started on replanting."
Tracker nodded, "Okay, oh uh, my name's Star Tracker, by the way." He tipped a happy hoof to her before picking the few flowers he wanted, "These four seem like they're ready for a new home."
"Alright!" Rose picked the flowers he chose, "Here you go and... I'm Rose, Roseluck."
He accepted the flowers, "Nice to meet you, Rose." He held the flowers and he smelled them, "Oh these are really pretty. I can tell you put a lot of love and care into these little guys huh?"
Rose blushed from the praise, "Yeah, I do."
He nodded, "Okay..." He took one flower then he held it out for Rose, "Now, here's one for you."
She blinked, "What? You're giving it back?"
Track smiled, "I said I was getting these flowers for some pretty mares I knew... This one's for you. Or are you saying you're not pretty?"
Rose blushed again, "Uh, um... thank you." She took back the flower she'd just sold. She felt her cheeks warm up, "Um... I have to go..." And she went back inside her house.
Derpy got up after she was gone, "Wow... Mr. Tracker, that was a really nice thing to do."
Star nodded, "Yeah, that it was." He held out another for Derpy, "And there's one for you."
Her walled eyes went straight and her cheeks lit up with blush, "F-f-for me?"
He smiled, "Yeah, of course. A little gift can brighten up any bad day."
Her eyes teared up again, "Oh, oh thank you! That's so sweet!" She took the flower, "Oh! I'm Derpy! Well, actually my name is Muffins, but everypony says Derpy because of my eyes."
Tracker smiled, "Well, I'm calling you Muffins. That's a much cuter name."
Rainbow walked up to them, having sat back and watched the moment unfold. She snickered, "Well, I hope one o' those flowers wasn't for me, bub. I'm not the kinda mare who accepts gifts or nothing."
Track snickered, he did get one for her, but he decided to play with her, "Well, actually... I figured you'd be too tough to get swayed by flowers, Dash. These are for somepony else."
Her smugness vanished just like that, "For somepony else?"
He smiled, "Yeah, this one's for Rarity." He held it up, "I still need to thank her for earlier."
Rainbow raised a hoof, "Rarity? Yeah, she'd like that stuff for sure." She blew it off in an attempt to sound aloof.
He held up the last one, "And that's for Twilight, I've been here for almost a whole day now and still I haven't had a chance to see her."
Rainbow's ears flopped, "Twilight? But she's not into that lovey stuff..."
Track sighed, "Yeah, I guess not... I still don't know how she's gonna take me even coming all this way." He didn't have to look, but he could tell from her tone that his little prank was working. He shrugged, "Oh well, guess I'll just eat this one."
Rainbow's wings sprang open and she flew right up to Track, knocking him off his hooves and taking the flower, "Are you kidding me?! You'd just eat this after Rosey's put so much hard work into it?"
Track was disoriented for a bit, but he was able to roll back onto his hooves, "I realize, sure, but there's no use holding on to something if somepony won't take it."
Derpy realized what he was doing and she had her right hoof to her muzzle so her giggling didn't get too loud.
"I'll take it!" Dash shouted, her magenta eyes looking wild as she held the little flower like she wanted to hug it, "I'd wear it right now if somepony gave it..."
Tracker couldn't hold himself anymore. He started snickering.
Rainbow looked at him, "And what in Tartarus is so bucking funny?"
Star Tracker pointed a hoof at Rainbow, "Gotcha!"
Her cheeks lit up as Dash realized what had just happened.
Track was dancing in place as he celebrated his successful prank, "I bought that flower for you, Rainbow! You're welcome!"
Rainbow's eyes furrowed as her magenta eyes turned to red, as she started to breathe harshly. Then, she started laughing, "Man, buck you! Buck you with Celestia's biggest dildo... like the biggest, hardest, fuckstick ever made... shove it! Shove it right up your ass!" She shouted expletives as she vented in a mix of rage and laughter.
Track sat with Derpy while he waited for Dash to run out of hot air.
When she finally calmed down, Rainbow trotted over to the two sitting on ground. She had the flower in her hoof, the box of muffins held under one of her wings. She slapped Track with her free wing.
He took the blow, but he stood his ground.
A smile broke out on her muzzle, "Nice one, asshole."
He got up with a little chuckle, "Thanks and uh, this..." He took the flower from her, then, with it in his teeth, he slipped the stem behind Rainbow's right ear, "looks much better, like that." He sat back to look at her.
Rainbow was blushing. Surely, this guy knew that a flower behind the ear was a major flirt for most ponies. She closed her eyes then scratched the back of her head while that blush refused to go away. "Smooth..." She said as her anger broiled, "Fuckin' smooth..."
Tracker tilted his head, "Hmm?"
She opened her eyes and she looked at him while that blush spread, "It's like you want me to fuck you."
Derpy looked between them, "Oh... look at the time... I need to get home to wash my cat, feed my laundry and... stuff!" Derpy's wings sprung open and she flew away just as Rainbow was leaning over Star Tracker.
Tracker backed up, "Wait what?"
Rainbow nudged him with her hoof, "Come on, asshole! You puttin' that flower behind my ear, ya have to know what the fuck that means, right?"
Track's pupils shrank like he just remembered what that gesture meant, "Oh jeez..."
Dash nodded, "Yeah, I figured... you were just bein' cute, of course you wouldn't... just." Her temper cooled down a bit, "The flower was nice, thank you..."
Now Tracker felt like he had to make it up to her. He just remembered his muffins, "You know..."
Dash looked up, "What?"
"I was just going to somewhere quiet to enjoy those muffins there... I don't mind sharing." He smiled meekly, one ear flopping to the side.
Rainbow smiled, "Yeah..." Then, an idea hit her, "And I know the perfect place, if you don't mind hitchin' a ride?" She turned, blatantly showing her athletic plot, while keeping her tail placed strategically over her most private parts.
Track blushed, "Y-y-you mean, you want me to ride on your back?"
Rainbow blew a raspberry before turning back to him, "Pfft, no, you pervert! I'll carry you while you hold the box, got it?"
He blinked a couple times before his brain caught up with him, "Huh? Oh, oh yeah, okay."
She snickered, "By the way, gotcha!" She booped his nose before turning, her sexy rainbow tail smacking him in the snout as she did so.
Now Track was getting mixed signals.
Track picked up the muffin box, then before he could blink, Rainbow had turned, then in a flash, she grabbed him and the muffins, then they both were off.
