Love Conquers All

This is going to be a short chapter. I don't particularly like writing these Spitfire/Soarin chapters, but it has to be done. This is purely a plot progression chapter. Quite frankly, Spitfire is a bitch and I hate writing for her.

Soarin and Spitfire had been at it for hours. They had gone into dives, broken the sound barrier over and over again, but still hadn't accomplished a Sonic Rainboom. After the hours of intense flying, both athletes were exhausted. Soarin was slumped on a cloud and Spitfire was barely hovering.

"O-Okay....I-I give up.." Soarin was out of breath and his voice was hoarse from dehydration. Spitfire blinked and landed on the cloud beneath her, as she did her legs threatened to buckle underneath her.

"Wait...does that mean..I win..?" Her mind raced with ideas about what she could make her prize be. An actual date with Soarin? A romantic evening? Her spine tingled at the implications of winning.

The colt nodded. "Y-You...win..." he let his head flop onto the cloud. He couldn't go on and he knew it, but Spitfire still looked ready to go. Soarin was beat, and worst of all, he was at the mercy of Spitfire.

Spitfire, although exhausted, held her head high and trotted over to Soarin victoriously. "Well, what do I win?" She was going to make him say it, she wanted to hear it.

"Whatever you want.." The colt rolled onto his back. "Just let me sleep, I'm exhausted." That's what she wanted to hear 'Whatever you want.' what a glorious sentence. But the question: What did she want? She had until Soarin woke up to decide

"Can you at least make it to the bunk room inside? We don't need somepony stealing you away before i get my prize." She poked at her teammate's stomach with her hoof.

"Sure....Whatever..." Soarin rolled onto his hooves and started trotting towards the innards of the Cloudiseum where the competition had been held. Spitfire followed closely after him, admiring her prize as she did so.

Once inside, the two laid on separate bunks. Soarin fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, Spitfire however wanted some thinking time. On one hoof, an actual date could lead to Soarin realizing his true feelings for her and openly loving him back. On the other hoof, it could end in another hoof fight. The other choice: A romantic evening alone held similar problems. It could lead to him falling in love with her body, and what she had to offer. But, It could also make him bitter at her for making him do that.

Spitfire sighed, perhaps a little sleep would do the trick to help her decide. She closed her eyes and floated off to dreamland.

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Soarin was dreaming a wonderful dream. Apple pies as far as the eye could see, Apple Pie flowers, Apple Pie trees, Apple Pie streams, it was beautiful. Soarin galloped through the meadow, picking a pie flower and eating it whole. They tasted just like the pie from the Gala, they were perfect.

Then it all went to hell, pies started burning left in right, the streams dried up, the flowers were incinerated, and the trees were consumed in flames. A pony made of flames walked towards him, each step leaving the grass smoldering.

"Soarin..." Flames came out of her mouth with each breath, he started to run. But she was walking right along side him, he couldn't get away. "Soarin..." The pegasus could feel the heat on his face, he could feel his mane burning. "SOARIN!"

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"AAH!" Soarin bolted upright, panting and sweating. He looked over and saw Spitfire standing over him. The colt smiled and blushed. "ehehe..what's up, Spitfire?"

"I've made my choice. I know what I want for the bet." Spitfire's face showed that she wasn't joking around. She was serious. It made Soarin gulp.

"Yeah..? What would that be?"

"I want you to go on a date...." Soarin interrupted her.

"Okay, I knew it. I'll set up a reservation at one of Canterlot's restaurants for some time next week." Soarin got up, irritated.

"Soarin, let me finish." She put a hoof on her partner's shoulder and pushed him down onto the bed. "I want you to go on a date with Rainbow Dash..."

Soarin sat there, silent. He didn't believe it. "What...?"  Spitfire was not a mare to give up what she thought was hers, he was no different.

"You heard me." The mare sighed and looked at the ground. "I..I know I screwed up, Soarin. I know that some of the stuff i've done cannot be forgiven...but I thought about it. And you know what they say 'If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, then it's truly yours.' So...if you are mine, you'll come to me. I should have saw this in the first place..." She smiled, albeit sadly, and trotted away. Soarin didn't stop her, he didn't want to.

He knew his friend would be alright, he trusted her that much. But for now, he had a mare in Ponyville to vist.