Number One Fan

Velvet teleported to what looked to be a log cabin, she giggled as she walked into her room in the cabin. She then turned on the light revealing the room to be covered in Heat Wave merchandise there we’re magazines, posters, plushies, woodcarvings, and even a few orange feathers. The room had a bed in the center against the right wall as a side table with a lamp was next to it. The bed had covers that we’re the exact color as Heat Wave’s coat. And do finally a large body pillow of Heat Wave in a suggestive pose was on the bed as Velvet’s cheeks went red looking at the room.

Velvet’s wings spread out on their own accord as levitated a scrapbook from under the bed. The filly flipped through it and one every page there was a picture of Heat Wave, including one of Heat Wave taking a shower. But Velvet got to one picture it included Heat Wave with his entire family and Sporty. The frowned as she saw Sporty, she knew that stallion was on to her and she knew she had been trying to convince Heat Wave that something was wrong with her. Nothing was wrong with Velvet, she just knew something that Heat Wave didn’t.

That he belonged with her, not with Slut Quilted or any other mare, Heat Wave and Velvet we’re destined to be together even if the law and ponies looked down on it. Velvet then levitated the book back under the bed and pulled out a book, a large rolled up piece of blue paper, and a few pens and pencils. The filly used her attachable-horn-magic to unravel the paper revealing the paper to have a picture of the racetrack, the badlands desert, her cottage, and what looked to be a bunker. Velvet then lit her horn and six figurines teleported onto the paper. The figurines we’re of Love, Heat Wave, Sporty, Heart Breaker, Passion, and Valentine.

Velvet positioned Love, Heart Breaker, Passion, and Valentine in the stands while she put Sporty and Heat Wave on the track.

“Alright so, Monday, at the Extreme Pegasus Race Olympics, every racer will be competing for one-million bits. And every year my Heat Wave wins, but unfortulently this year he won’t cross the finish line. And Sporty won’t even realize that his friend is gone until Heat doesn’t pass the finish line. And with the entire race track in panic they’ll never see little old me.” Velvet said, the figurines then teleported away and the filly rolled the paper back up before putting it back under the bed. Velvet then brought her book over to her and the title read, Phoenix Ponies: A Medical Guide. The filly smiled and opened the book, flipping through the pages until he got to a headline that read: Stamina and Endurance.

• Phoenix ponies are known to have very good stamina and endurance, able to fly for days on end without showing signs of fatigue. However, like most ponies, the phoenix pony has limits. If they are already exhausted or have depleted most of their energy then that will make them easy targets as they’re bodies will need time to charge.

Velvet smiled even wider, she then shut the book and shoved it under the bed again. She then jumped on the bed and hugged the body pillow of Heat Wave lovingly, as she looked at her cutiemark and began to reminisce.

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Velvet was just a very young filly as she wore a pair of pull-up's her mother held her in her hooves, the filly looked up and saw a group of racers passing by the crowd. The crowd was cheering like mad as it looked as if a young Sporty was going to cross the finish line, that is until a fiery bullet passed by the crowd and right by Sporty. Velvet gasped and as she saw the bullet came to a stop she saw the one and only Heat Wave.

“And look at that! The newbie, on his first day won! Heat Wave won his first race!” The announcer said, and the crowd went wild. Heat Wave blushed furiously under his tracksuit as he used his wings to hide from the bombard of camera flashes. His body was a lot skinned as his flaming mane was very large and bright from shame. Heat Wave would peak out from his wings before going back to retreating in them. And little did the stallion know that this only encouraged ponies to get more pictures of the bashful young stallion.

Suddenly though Sporty put a hoof on Heat Wave’s shoulder and the bashful stallion allowed his face to be seen his wings going against his sides. But in response his flaming mane and tail grew even more, and it was then Velvet felt some sort of spark. And all of a sudden her cutiemark appeared in a flash of white light. Velvet’s mother was ecstatic cheering and praising her daughter for her cutiemark but the filly was completely oblivious to this as she continued to look at Heat Wave. Suddenly though a young Cozy Quilted flew up to Heat Wave and hugged him close, much to the stallions shame.

Cozy Quilted had a small lump on her stomach as she gave Heat Wave a kiss on the lips. Heat Wave had a wing boner right there as the crowd began to take even more pictures.

“Ahooogah! Looks like the crowd isn’t the only thing that’s getting heated!” The announcer said, and Heat Wave blushed even redder desperately trying to close his wings. He then shot a look over to Sporty who was snickering like a hyena. Cozy Quilted, Sporty, and Heat Wave then walked off as all Velvet could do was watch.

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Velvet snapped out of her memory, she then left her log cabin and began to fly back home. And as she did this slow romance music began to play as she thought about Heat Wave.

Oh, Heat Wave, don't you see?
The world made me to be with thee.
But you've fallen for another, had children, while I was still in pull-up’s.
Oh, Heat Wave! Don't you see?

The music then began to pick up tempo as Velvet flew faster, her wings pumping.

I love you more than you could know!
I've loved you sense the first race I saw!
Oh, Heat Wave, don't you see? Your meant to be fucked by me!
I'll capture you and make you mine!
Then once I'm done you see that I'm the one you truly love!

Heat Wave, Monday will be the day!
Your virginity will be mine to play!
Oh, Heat Wave, you will see.
OH, HEAT WAVE YOU'LL BELONG TO ME!

Velvet sang, as she flew into the city known as Whinnyapolis ready for a wonderful (and successful) Monday morning.