Number One Fan

by Poppy8

Rating: teen
Tags: Gore, Violence, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Drama, Original Character
Length: 14250

A very famous (and fast) stallion is staked and kidnapped by a crazy fangirl.

Heat Wave.

He lives in the faraway kingdom of the stuff-plushie ponies. The kingdom (and it's inhabitants) are all appear to be made out of cloth, fabric, and stuffing. All citizens are magically binded together and not only that but they are ruled by the marvelous queen and (Heat Wave's wife) : Cozy Quilted. Heat Wave has six marvelous healthy children that all love and praise him. And he makes millions of bits every day just by winning races and looking handsome.

His life is perfect.

Too perfect.

One day Heat Wave runs into a crazy fangirl that worships the ground he walks upon.

That was the worst thing to ever happen to the stallion.

Published 2018-02-26 02:10:06 UTC
Last updated 2018-05-12 23:19:23 UTC

Prologue

A crowd of ponies cheered as a group of pegasi mare and stallion racers passed by them. But as one passed by the crowd had to look away and the racers moved out the way in order to avoid getting burned. The pony was nothing but a flaming bullet of pure speed as it sped for the finish line never slowing down. Finally once the blur passed the finish line it slammed it’s hooves on the ground slowly coming to a stop. Once the blur had came to a stop everypony saw who it was,

“And the winner is, once again, Heat Wave!” An announcer said, Heat Wave smiled victoriously and posed for that camera’s that started flashing. Heat Wave wore a red jumpsuit that had orange flames on the hooves. The stallion had orange eyes as his wings we’re spread for all to see. But the most unique thing about the stallion, was that he had red mane and a tail that was on fire. The flames that we’re his mane and tail shrank slightly as the camera flashes went on but the stallion just grin and bared it.

Suddenly though seven figures came down from the crowd. There we’re two alicorns, one earthpony, three unicorns, and one pegasus.

The first alicorn had red satin cloth for skin as his eye’s we’re a bright pink. Her puffy hair was pink as well only being a shade lighter then her eye’s. Her cutiemark was a quilted heart shabbily sewn together. Her name was Cozy Quilted.

The second alicorn had a pink satin coat with a long, silky, bright pink, mane and tail that had little heart designs in it. Her eye’s we’re the same color as her mane, the pony appeared to be very jittery as her tail twitched slightly showing that the mare was a blank flank. Her name was Love Goddess.

The earthpony had a coat drenched permanently in black ink as her mane coveted her eye’s. The pony had a heart-shaped-shield for a cutiemark, the pony was the shortest out of the group only slightly taller then Heatwave himself. Her name was Inkie.

The first unicorn was the tallest as she had a pure white coat made of the purest silk. Her red mane was primarily made of two curls front and back that covered her eye’s. Her tail was huge and had a long curl at the end as well. Her cutiemark was a heart-shaped perfume bottle that had yet to be sprayed. Her name was Passion.

The next unicorn was a young stallion, he had a jet black coat that appeared to be made of leather. His light orange mane and tail were short and spiky, his eye’s we’re a majestic blue along with the inside of his ears. The young stallions ears we’re very large however and the unicorn was visibly nervous as he kept his ears down. His cutiemark was a heart with a pair of headphones on. His name was Boom.

The third unicorn had a deep blue coat with an orange stringy mane and tail. Her eye’s we’re completely black as her cutiemark was a broken heart on fire. Her name was Heart Breaker.

And finally the pegasus had a pinkish-purple coat with a flat indigo mane and tail. Her eye’s we’re lime green as her cutiemark was a heart-shaped box of chocolates with a large daisy on it. Her name was Valentine.

The ponies walked over to Heatwave and by the time they had gotten there the other racers had stopped all around the finish line with their fans surrounding them. Heatwave motioned for the group to follow him and soon they we’re all in a quiet part of the area. The stallion let out a sigh of relief his mane extinguishing itself slightly.

“I can’t wait to head home.” Heat Wave said,

“Well your not heading home quite yet!” A voice suddenly said. And everypony whipped their heads to see a skinny, pegasus stallion fly through the air. His mane was a yellow as hay as he wore a white track suit with golden feather designs on it.

“Uncle Sporty!” Love Goddess said, and the rest of her family playful rolled their eye’s.

“That’s right! It’s meeee!” Sporty said as he ruffled Love’s mane,

“Sporty….” Heat Wave warned.

“Chill Heat, you need to release the leash already. Let your daughter grow! It’s probably why she doesn’t have her cutiemark yet.” Sporty said. Love blushed and hid her flank as the others gave concerned looks to her, Heat Wave sighed as a look of guilt crossed his face.

“Your right Sporty. And, what do you mean by ‘your not heading home quite yet’?” Heat Wave said, Sporty gasped putting a hoof to his heart.

“You don’t know what today is!?” Sporty said, the ponies looked at Sporty in confusion (Heat Wave especially). The white pegasus slapped his forehead,

“Today is the day you got your cutiemark!” Sporty said and I looked realization came over Heat Wave’s face. The rest of the ponies however look shocked beyond all belief.

“It is!? Daddy why didn’t you tell me!? I need to know how you got your cutiemark!” Love Goddess said a desperate tone in her voice, Cozy Quilted ran a hoof through her daughters mane.

“Honey breathe, daddy can tell you how he got his later.” Quilted said,

“Yeah don’t sweat it Love! Anyway, Heatwave and I are going to celebrate by heading to the restaurant: Chez Gourmand!

“What!? I wanna go! That place is lite!” Boom said,

“Sorry dude but I only got enough for Heat. So we have to go I’m sure Heat will bring you guts desserts.” Sporty said. The pegasus then took Heatwave by the hoof and the older stallion said goodbye to his family. As him and his friend left for the changing rooms.

-X-X-X-

Heat Wave and Sporty both we’re lazily flying to their next destination both very hungry. Heatwave had an orange coat and his cutiemark was a racing finish line on fire. Sporty had a pure white coat, and his cutiemark as a large gold feather that had the suns rays shinning on it.

“I need to get a wing massage soon, my wings have been getting cramps again.” Heatwave said,

“I know, I wish I could go back in time and get my mama to massage my wings.” Sporty said. Heatwave gained a sympathetic look,

“I’m sorry about your mom. I would’ve come to her funeral….but….” He said.

“It’s cool dude, you we’re doing your own family thing. I can expect you to be in two places at once.” Sporty said,

“I know, I just feel I should’ve been there.” Heat Wave said.

“It’s fine dude.” Sporty said again, suddenly though before anything else could be said. A filly flew in front of the stallions and the two stopped in their tracks. The filly had a set of headgear on as she wore glasses that made her eyes look big and buggy. Her mane and tail was a light twilight color, her body was a red velvet cupcake shade, and her eye’s we’re a light blue. Her cutiemark was the silhouette of a pony cheering someone on with a heart above it’s head.

The filly looked to be in her late teens as she held up a magazine with a picture of Heatwave on it.

“Hello, Heat Wave! I’m your number one fan and I just love everything about you! I heard that today was the day you got your cutiemark! So I decided to pop over and say hi! Can I get your autograph too? That is if you don’t mind.” The mare said, Heatwave blinked before his cheeks flushed and his mane and tail began to spark. The stallion had never had to deal with fangirl’s or fanboy's (he wasn’t one to judge). He had always had simply gotten fan letters or some sort of confection from a fan. Never had he met a fan in person, he guessed his fans we’re just very shy or thought that because he was (technically) a king that he didn’t want to be bothered.

“Oh my gosh! I made Heat Wave blush! This is awesome! Sorry! I just—this is so awesome! I idolize you!” The young teenage filly said before hugging Heat Wave, the stallion blushed even redder as his wings flapped robotically. Sporty glared at the filly before prying her off of Heat Wave.

“Heat Wave is very busy, and we gotta go. So bye!” Sporty said, he then took Heat Wave's hoof and sped off.

-X-X-X-

It didn’t take long for the two stallions to get to the restaurant (especially with how fast Sporty had been going).

“What did you do that for!?” Heat Wave demanded,

“Getting you away from that phyco-chick!” Sporty said.

“Sporty she’s just a filly, all she wanted was an autograph!” Heat Wave said incredulously,

“Nope! I’ve dealt with that type of fan! They are phyco's! You need to put a restraining order on her soon, before it’s too late!” Sporty argued desperation and fear in his voice. Heat Wave blinked before sighing his ears going flat,

“I can’t get a restraining order on a filly. How about this, I just try to avoid her. I’m the fastest stallion on the circuit. She can’t outfly me.” He said. Sporty sighed shaking his head,

“Okay dude, but if she crosses the line get the restraining order. Please. You don’t wanna deal with phyco-fans.” He said. And him and Heat Wave entered the restaurant.

“Okay Sporty, but I think your overreacting. I mean how much trouble could a filly be?” Heat Wave responded. But unknowingly to both stallions a red velvet filly was hiding in the clouds.

And the filly was looking directly at Heat Wave.

Velvet Applause

Author's Note

Hello everypony! I was able to finish my chapter early so I decided to post it early! I hope you enjoy it!

Velvet Applause

Heat Wave and Sporty sat in one of the booth seats of the restaurant, each stallion was sitting across from each other looking at menus.

“This place has burgers!? That are actually made of meat!” Heat Wave said, Sporty looked up from his menu.

“Yeah, I’ve never tried them though. You’ve tried them?” Sporty said,

“Yep, but I’m sure they won’t be nearly as good as the ones back home.” Heat Wave said. Sporty raised an eyebrow his wings twitching in excitement and anticipation. Sporty had never seen Heat Wave’s home, however, he had met his friends parents. He remembered that when he was a colt him and Heat Wave would hang out, but it was always Heat Wave meeting up at his home. Never the other way around.

Heat Wave never really talked about his home despite the fact that he obviously loved his home. It just didn’t add up, Sporty also knew that Heat Wave was a different type of pony then he was. Ponies weren’t able to eat meat, and unless the pony had gained a tolerance for it….then they we’re in for some serious digestive issues.

“Heat, what is your home like? Where is it?” Sporty said, Heat Wave’s good mood faltered.

“Sport, I told you I’m not supposed to tell you.” He said,

“But—” Sporty tried to argue.

“I’m sorry Sporty, but no. Let’s just enjoy our time together.” Heat Wave interrupted, a few seconds went by as Sporty just looked at his friend. And with each and every passing second Heat Wave grew increasingly nervous as his wings twitched ready to force the stallion to take off. Finally Heat Wave met his breaking point,

“Will you please stop staring at me like that? It’s creepy. You know how much I hate that.” He said.

“Then tell me, I’m your best friend.” Sporty said,

“Just because I’m your best friend, doesn’t mean I’m inclined to tell you everything about me. But, I will tell you something.” Heat Wave said. Sporty smiled as his wings opened halfway out of excitement.

“Really!? Well spill!” He said, causing a few ponies to look at the stallions. Heat Wave put a hoof over the side of his face, as his cheeks turned pink and his flame mane grew bigger and burned brighter.

“Sporty please contain yourself, we’re in public.” Heat Wave muttered, Sporty chuckled sheepishly and calmed himself closing his wings.

“Sorry dude.” He said, but in truth he found Heat Wave’s behaviors and mannerisms completely ironic and hysterical. When him and Heat Wave first met as colts the poor thing had been so shy. And as Heat Wave grew up he learned to defend himself and keep his bashfulness under wraps. He also got used to being in the spotlight and (somewhat) got over being camera-shy. But, whenever he wasn’t racing he would always hate having his picture taken she being in the spotlight.

It was kinda funny in Sporty's opinion and he couldn’t help but wonder more about Heat Wave’s life in his birthplace. Heat Wave let out a sigh of relief as ponies began to look away. His body visibly relaxed along with his wings as they fluttered slightly to relax their muscles.

“Thank you, now as you’ve probably have guessed I’m not like other ponies. You see the thing is, is that I’m a—” Heat Wave said, before he was interrupted by a pony clearing their throat. Both Heat Wave and Sporty looked to see a pony waitress. The waitress was a unicorn and had a light grey coat and a pink and white mane put into a bun, her tail matching her mane. She wore a waitress uniform that had a red vest and a grey skirt that was much too short for Heat Wave’s liking. Sporty craned his head and saw that the waitress had a cutiemark of mini-triangle sandwiches literally being served on a silver platter.

The skinny stallions wings rustled while still closed. The waitress saw this and used her tail to cover her cutiemark. Heat Wave shot a disgusted, annoyed, and embarrassed look at his friend and Sporty merely shrugged with pink cheeks in response. The waitress glared as well at Sporty before clearing her throat and speaking through clenched teeth.

“Welcome to Chez Gourmand, what will you be having today?” She said in an obviously annoyed tone, Heat Wave cleared his throat nervously hoping to Celestia that she didn’t complain to the manager. A pegasi with a flaming mane was hard not to notice in these parts.

“I will have the double cheese, deluxe, bacon bit sandwich with extra mayonnaise.” Heat Wave said,

“I’ll have the deluxe fruit cocktail with extra sugar sprinkled on top. And for the drink I’d like brachetto d’acqui rosso.” Sporty said. The mare wrote down the orders still looking quite miffed.

“Your orders will be along shorty, also you have a guest. A filly came saying she is supposed to meet you two here. She also said she’d be eating from whatever her Heat-sy would be eating. Good day.” The waitress said and as she walked away she muttered something under her breath.

“I swear I’m going to quit today. I’m so sick of these perverted stallions….” The waitress mumbled as she left revealing to Sporty and Heat Wave that his number one fan was their supposed ‘guest’. Sporty’s jaw clenched as his wings opened halfway, his feathers spreading as they twitched aggressively. Heat Wave just looked incredibly stunned as he was trying to figure out how a filly had managed to keep pace with them. The filly suddenly jumped into Heat Wave’s seat and snuggled up against the stallion.

“Hi Heat-sy! I’m so glad I could catch up with you.” The filly said, Heat Wave bit his lip as his the snuggling from the filly was resulting in his left wing being snuggled as well.

“Hey Heat, can I talk with you? Alone.” Sporty said through his clench jaw with an obviously forced smile, Heat Wave chuckled nervously nodding his head.

“Can I come?” The filly said, getting out of the booth seat to make way for Heat Wave.

“No.” Sporty sternly said, shooting the filly the coldest glare he could produce. The filly huffed in response as she watched Heat Wave walk away with Sporty intently.

-X-X-X-

Heat Wave and Sporty had stopped in the nearest colt room and made sure to check for other stallions before talking.

“That’s it, she’s creepy. You need to get a restraining order.” Sporty said,

“I wouldn’t say she’s creepy.” Heat Wave said with a nervous grin. Sporty just glared at his friend before slapping him so hard he left a hoofprint on Heat Wave’s right cheeks. The other stallion yelped rubbing his stinging cheek,

“What the hel—heck was that for!?” Heat Wave said his temper surging slightly before he calmed himself again. But even when he did his mane sparked almost as of begging him to cook Sporty alive.

“Weren’t you the one to say, and I quote: ‘I’m the fastest stallion on the circuit. She can’t outfly me.’?” Sporty said, Heat Wave's mane calmed as the stallion went into thought.

“Well…..yes. But what does that have anything to do with this?” He said,

“Heat Wave, I can’t even keep up with you. Nor do I have your stamina. Not even Love, Valentine, or Cozy Quilted can keep up with you. And we’ve all been training and trying for years. So….pray tell, how can a filly manage to track us down and still have energy!? She should be completely worn out! She shouldn’t have this much stamina or endurance, something is seriously up with her. You need to get that restraining order, and possibly a taser.” Sporty said. The flame-maned stallion chewed on his lip. His friend did make a very valid point,

“Sporty, as much as you would want me to, I can’t get a restraining order on that filly. She adores me, I can’t break her heart like that. But, I will tell her to reign it in a little and try to respect my privacy.” Heat Wave said he then began to walk to the coltsroom door. Sporty felt worry overcome him,

“But dude, what if she….does something.” He said. Heat Wave stopped and turned to his friend his cheeks flushing pink.

“You don’t mean…” He said,

“I’ve heard stories dude, racers, fashion icons, rich ponies, celebrities, etcetera.” Sporty said, Heat Wave’s look hardened.

“She’s a filly.” He said,

“But I’ve heard them get kidnapped, tortured, ra—” Sporty tried to argue,

“She’s a filly!” Heat Wave said his voice raising to a booming tone as his mane and tail turned into a torrent of burning flames. Sporty gasped and took a few steps back, shielding his eyes. Suddenly though the flames died down and Sporty uncovered his eyes to see Heat Wave calming himself again. The stallion took deep breathes while mumbling some sort of chant under his breathe. Once he was done he allowed his wings to stretch out, resounding cracks and pops filling the air.

Heat Wave’s wings then closed gently at his sides, his expression changing to a look of guilt and certainty.

“I apologize for my outburst. But, Sporty, she’s a filly. I am aware she must know these things at her age, but at the most she appears to be a hyperactive, clingy, and needy filly. Nothing more, nothing less. I will be sure to watch for warning signals. But please, let me deal with this my way.” He said, Sporty sighed as he looked at the ground.

“Okay, I just can’t help but worry. Sometimes, I still see you as the bashful little colt you once we’re.” The white pegasus muttered his red cheeks extremely visible through his coat, Heat Wave felt a warm smile cross his lips.

“You really are a good friend, but remember I’ve grown-up and changed just like a certain sissy little colt I remember.” Heat Wave said winking towards Sporty, the white stallion blushed even redder as a good-natured yet embarrassed chuckle escaped his lips.

“Alright, you’ve made your point.” Sporty said, him and Heat Wave then left the coltroom but the white pegasus still couldn’t push away the uneasiness he felt about that filly.

-X-X-X-

When Sporty and Heat Wave got back to their table, they saw there piping hot food was waiting for them. Well….Sporty’s was anyway, the filly had eaten half of Heat Wave’s sandwich and fries that went with it. Heat Wave's mane fizzled slightly as his stomach rumbled, reminding him of his famished he was.

‘Hopefully dessert can fill me up.’ Heat Wave thought drearily, he then sat in his spot and the filly immediately snugged up next to Heat Wave. Much to his discomfort, and to the annoyance of Sporty. Awkward silence rained as the filly simply snuggled further into Heat Wave’s warm form. The stallion scraped his mind for a good conversation starter. He hadn’t talked to a filly since his children had been her age.

And while that hasn’t been too long ago all his children had just graduated collage and his eldest child (that being Boom) was just nearing his twenty-first birthday. So Heat Wave was a bit out of experience, finally the stallion decided to ask the most obvious question first.

“So….what’s your name?” He said,

“My name is Velvet Applause. But you can call me Velvet for short.” Velvet said as she put a hoof on Heat Wave’s flank stroking his cutiemark. The stallion felt his cheeks burn so bright he thought his body might catch fire. His tail and mane burned bright as his wings twitched nervously. Heat Wave suddenly didn’t feel so hungry. Sporty picked up on this,

“So Velvet, where are your parents?” He said through clenched teeth.

“Oh! Well my parents are both working today. And my curfew isn’t until eleven, so I’ll be sticking around with Heat-sy.” Velvet said, Sporty shot his friend a glare. Heat Wave sighed before he looked around seeing if the cost was clear. He then spread out his right wing it over the filling bringing her into a huddle. Sporty heard hushed whispering as he couldn’t easily piece together that Heat Wave was telling the filly to tone it down and not invade his privacy like that. Heat Wave then brought the filly out of the huddle and put his wing against his side.

Velvet held a pouting expression as she crossed her forehooves. Suddenly she flew over Heat Wave landing on the floor by her booth.

“Fine. Seeya next race Heat-sy.” Velvet said, she then trotted away as Sporty watched dumbfounded. Heat Wave took a fry and put it in his mouth and wore a smug grin as he chewed.

“What did you say?” Sporty said, the flame-maned stallion swallowed still holding his smug grin.

“I told you; let me do this my own way. I got this handled.” Heat Wave said, as he began to eat the half of his sandwich that hadn’t been devoured. Sporty simply nodded as he took a sip of his brachetto d’acqui rosso, trying to use the alcohol to calm his growing anxiety.

-X-X-X-

Heat Wave and Sporty both flew from the restaurant full (for the most part). The orange stallion licked his lips, appearing extremely satisfied.

“Was it as good as from back home?” Sporty said,

“Nope, but it was delicious.” Heat Wave said with a yawn. The white stallion yawned as well,

“Well I’m glad you liked it. Now, I’m gonna get going. Be careful, Heat.” Sporty said. He then gave Heat Wave a quick hug before flying away. The orange stallion chuckled as he flew back home, his mane glowing in the might sky.

-X-X-X-

It had took Heat Wave only two minutes to get back home as he landed on the paved, uphill walkway to the castle. The castle was painted a red with a very pale pink (almost white) roof tops. As the stallion lazily trotted up to the entrance of the castle he saw a pink box was waiting at the two front doors. Heat Wave stopped and looked at the box as he saw a ribbon was tied all around the box. The stallion picked it up with his mouth and entered in the password on the security system they had on the castle.

You see, unlike most royals, Cozy Quilted didn’t like having her guards, maids, or chefs work at night. So, she would allow all staff to leave at seven sharp and come at six to seven in the morning. But Cozy Quilted wasn’t stupid she had set up a security system that was connected to every room in the castle especially the royal family. The security system activated at seven and deactivated at six and the only ones who knew the password was the royal family. So no distrustful guards, chefs, or maids could steal from them.

Heat Wave watched as the doors opened inwardly and he walked inside. The stallion the shut the door and waited for a beep sound to be heard, signaling to him that the security system had locked the door once again. Heat Wave then trotted into the kitchen and put the box in the fridge as he already knew it was some sort of pastry. He then walked through the castle, the walls we’re painted a pale, serine blue. White the floor was made of pink and strawberry pink marble.

The hallways in the castle all had a pure white carpet on the floors, and thus they often needed to be cleaned and bleached every week or so. Heat Wave finally reached him and Cozy Quilted’s room and quietly walked in. Cozy Quilted’s room was huge and had magenta colored walls as they we’re covered in framed pictures. Cozy Quilted herself slept peacefully on her bed as she hugged a Heat Wave plushie. It was so badly sewn together that stuffing was seeping from a few cracks in it.

Heat Wave blushed as he had no idea why Cozy Quilted kept that monstrosity of a stuffed pony he had made. He then quietly walked towards the restroom and opened the door. And just as the stallion turned on the shower his mane and tail immediately went out on instinct. Heat Wave let out a sigh as the water warmed up the blistering temperatures. The hot shower was what he needed to loosen his muscles.

Heat Wave then stepped in and reached for the shampoo to give his mane and tail a good scrubbing.

-X-X-X-

Meanwhile back in Heat Wave’s and Cozy Quilted’s room. Velvet somehow fazed through the curtain-draped window of the room. A golden glow then surrounded the filly as she crept into the restroom. She then flew over the shower curtain and stayed in the air as she watched Heat Wave.

Concerns and Nightmares

Author's Note

I got another chapter up! Enjoy!

Concerns and Nightmares

-X-X-X-

If you asked anypony who knew Sporty they’d say he was pretty laid back for the most part. But, when the stallion got worried he got worried. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Velvet was going to do (or was) doing something horrible. But still, the stallion flew over cloud city known as: Las Pegasus, as he tried to douse out his concerns. To try and distract himself he flew over the buildings and looked at everything bellow. And as he flew around the city was buzzing with life as ponies ran around and partied and walked from casino to casino half-drunk.

All the lights in the city we’re so bright they we’re practically neon, Sporty didn’t mind the loudness or the lights. He was used to it, finally the stallion stopped and landed on one of the city streets. He looked up to see his home, the wooden house was at a medium-sized as the walls we’re painted white and the roof was painted sky blue. Sporty quickly walked inside and made sure to lock the bottom and top lock. He then draped the curtains over the windows before heading to his room, he walked down the hall that was attached to the living room, and passed the kitchen to his room.

The white stallion turned on the lights to his room as the walls we’re painted pale orange color. An oval bed made of clouds sat on left side of the room the front against the wall, the sheets we’re brown as they we’re made from cashmere. Sporty had ended up getting the sheets from Cozy Quilted as a gift of condolence for the passing of his mother. A drawer sat by her bed and the top of it acted as a side table for Sporty. The white pegasus saw that the bottom drawer was open and unfortulently for Sporty it reveled that inside the drawer there was panties, bows, ribbons, long socks, and a few….personal toys.

Sporty blushed madly as his cheeks and the tip of nose and ears went pink. He quickly closed the drawer and looked over to his window to see that the widow had it’s curtains we’re closed over it. Sporty let out a sigh of relief, he couldn’t believe he had forgotten to close the drawer. But as the stallion calmed down his mind drifted to Heat Wave again and his worry attacked him. Sporty bit his lip he really felt as if something bad was happening.

But he couldn’t let his feelings get the best of him. Heat Wave was right he was a grown stallion, plus his castle had a grade-A security system, and he had his family to back him up. There was no reason to worry….at least that’s what Sporty hoped. The stallion then walked into his restroom and put a stopper in the bottom of the tub. He turned the handle to the top till it got to the warm temperature of water Sporty wanted.

The stallion then poured in a little bit of his favorite apple scented bath soap. Sporty paced in and out his restroom as he tried to banish his worried thoughts. But that ended up failing as he couldn’t help but once again worry about Heat Wave. He knew the stallion was fast and powerful, but….something was up with this filly. Sporty had ran into psycho-fans before, and he knew what the warning signs were. But….with Velvet something just scared Sporty to the core.

Something was just plain off, suddenly though the stallions thoughts we’re cut off when he heard the sound of water hitting the floor. Sporty snapped his head over to the tub and saw in was overflowing. The stallion yelped and immediately rushed over to turn the faucet off, he then unplugged the stopper and let some water drain out. Sporty then ran off to get the mop as quickly as he could. And as he came back with the mop and cleaned up the bathwater he decided that maybe enough worrying had been done on his part tonight.

-X-X-X-

Velvet appeared to be walking in what looked to be a log cabin, the filly was no longer a filly. As she looked to be older, around her mid-twenties. The mare had a riding crop in her left hoof and a brown sack in her mouth as she left the log cabin to reveal she now lived in the desert. Velvet walked a far distance until she got to what looked to be the lid to a reinforced, steel, underground bunker. She entered in the password which read: Estrus.

The lid to the bunker then gave three beeps before it opened. With the lid gone it showed a void of infinite darkness that had a latter connected to the wall. Velvet then headed down the latter and closed the lid, and as the mare went down the latter a dim, red, light became more and more apparent. Finally she reached the bottom of the latter and Velvet’s hooves hit the steel floor. She then walked down the short corridor into a large room that led to a smaller room that had a shut door over it.

The large room had so many pictures of Velvet on the walls that steel couldn’t even be seen pass the pictures, all the pictures either had the mare in seductive or suggestive posses. The steel floor had a large, fluffy, velvet-cupcake-colored carpet on the floor. And on the east side of the carpet there sat a large padlocked chest. She then walked over to the steel door and entered in another password on a security panel that kept the door locked. Once the password was entered the door beeped three times before opening.

Velvet nudged the door opened and revealed a very small room that just barely came to the size of an outhouse. The small room had a toilet in the bottom right corner and a photo album in the bottom left. And finally a bed was at the top of the room that took up the top left and right corners completely. The bed was made clouds as the sheets were large, fluffy, soft, and made of cotton. A figure slept in the bed as it looked to be a pony, Velvet cooed as she saw the sleep form.

She then laid the sack on the carpet in the larger room and walked into the smaller room. Velvet shook the form of the sleeping pony,

“Wake up, Estrus.” She gently said. And the form began to shift slightly as it slowly woke up,

“Vel-Vel?” The form said as it’s voice was masculine just like a stallion. The form then shifted again and rolled over to see Velvet, and the form was revealed to be non-other than Heat Wave. Except, the stallion had a white, dried on, liquid coating his inner back legs and around his groin. The stallions normally flaming mane wasn’t even lit as instead of flame there was red strands of flat hair that made up the mane and tail. Heat Wave’s eyes we’re pale as his pupils seemed to be larger then they should’ve been.

Finally the stallion smiled as he saw Velvet, and when he saw the rod he flushed furiously and smiled even more. The stallion immediately got up as his wings we’re half-way open nearly close to having a wing boner.

“Easy, does it. Right now you need breakies, don’t you?” Velvet said, as she ran a hoof through Heat Wave’s mane. The stallion blushed and sat back down,

“Ye-Yes, I’m sorry.” Heat Wave apologized.

“It’s okay, you just got ahead of yourself. Now come on, time to head to the next room.” Velvet said, the stallion briskly nodded and began to follow but was stopped when his body reminded him of another need. Heat Wave blushed and Velvet picked up on this.

“Awww, does someone need to go potty?” Velvet said, Heat Wave meekly nodded. “Well get to it, Vel-Vel will be in the next room.” The mare the walked out the room, and dropped the rod on the carpet. She then picked up the sack and pulled out a plate and placed it on the carpet. She then pulled put three large carrots, twenty apple slices, and two cupcakes. The mare placed the items on the plate and once she evenly spaced the food out and as soon as she did she heard the sound of the toilet flushing. Heat Wave then walked out and sat in front of the plate, Velvet then walked over to the door and shut it.

When she turned around however she saw that Heat Wave was reaching for the rod. Velvet immediately stomped her hoof and that caused the stallion to jump and recoil.

“No Estrus! No spankies! Not until I give them to you, understand?” She said, as she walked over and snatched the rod.

“Ye-Yes Vel-Vel.” Heat Wave pouted, he then positioned himself back over the plate. Velvet then walked back on the other side of the plate and stayed silent. Heat Wave looked from Velvet and then to the plate and he whimpered in response. His front hooves shook as he began to drool from hunger, his stomach growling. Heat Wave looked up again this time with tears in his eye’s.

Finally Velvet smiled,

“You may eat you breakies, Estrus.” She said. Heat Wave immediately dove for the food and stuffed some of the apple slices in his mouth. The stallion ate them eagerly and as soon as he swallowed he stuffed more into his mouth. Velvet watched as the stallion scarfed down the morsels, eventually though the stallion ran out of food. And as soon as he realized this the stallion then picked up the plate and licked whatever crumbs or juices spilled on the plate. Once he licked it clean Heat Wave, he held out the plate and gave a few begging whimpers towards Velvet.

“Don’t worry, Estrus. I have more, but first I need you open your wings.” She said, Heat Wave complied and spread out his wings. Velvet then put a hoof in her sack and pulled out a container filled with mini-bagels with cream and gouda cheese spread on it. Heat Wave reached out for the container, Velvet handed the stallion the container and he automatically opened it and stuffed his face. While this was going on however Velvet was preening Heat Wave’s wings causing the stallion to let out squeaks and moans. Finally Velvet finished preening the fellow pegasus.

She then have Heat Wave a simple pat on the back right in between his wings. Heat Wave then closed his wings as he finished off the mini-bagels.

“There, now your full and your wings are nice and clean. Do you know what you get now?” Velvet said,

“Spa-Spankies?” Heat Wave said hopefully. The mare then picked up the rod,

“Uh-huh, know present thee flank to me.” Velvet said. Heat Wave smiled as his cheeks flushed, he then got up and lowered his upper body to that his flank was in the air. The stallions wings twitched as he let out almost silent squeals and moans at the mere thought of the first smack. Velvet paced back and forth in front of the raised hindquarters of Heat Wave.

“Ready?” Velvet said,

“Ye-Yes!” The stallion said.

“Alright.” Velvet said, and after a few tense seconds she finally smacked Heat Wave’s flank and the loud sound of leather on flesh. The stallion let out a squeak that quickly turned into a moan, and Heat Wave’s wings finally extended fully his wings going stiff. And just like that the ‘spankies' continued and with each hit and every smack heard Heat Wave moaned even louder. Suddenly though, (much to Heat Wave’s shock and dismay) the smacks stopped. The stallion waited for more but he didn’t get any, he then began to tear up as he realized that Velvet for whatever reason was cutting him off.

“Lower your flank, Estrus, and sit down.” Velvet said, and Heat Wave immediately sat down hoping to please Velvet in order to get more spankies. The stallion winced and let out a few squeaks as he sat down but he didn’t dare stand up as he saw the ridding crop/rod in Velvet’s hooves. Heat Wave felt the corners of his eyes grow moist.

“….Mo-More?” He said, Velvet shook her head and put the rod in the sack before throwing the sack next to the nearest wall.

“I’m sorry, Estrus. But, this is punishment for trying to get spankies early. I will not be finishing you off today.” Velvet said, the stallions cheeks flushed even redder before be began to cry.

“Daww, don’t be like that.” Velvet said, she then brought Heat Wave close into a tight hug. The stallion still cried as he hugged back forever.

“Mo-More, to-tomorrow?” Heat Wave said,

“Yes, if you behave. Remember, Estrus, I love you and I just want to keep you safe.” Velvet said. And the stallion’s sobs eventually calmed into silent crying.

“I-I love you Vel-Vel.” Heat Wave said, burying his face into Velvet’s chest.

“I know, just remember to listen to Vel-Vel. After all, we’re gonna be together…forever.” She replied, and Heat Wave hugged her even tighter he truly loved his Vel-Vel. Velvet then began to hum a lullaby as she rocked the stallion to sleep, and eventually Heat Wave was knocked out. She then laid the stallion gently on carpet and walked over to the chest. Velvet pulled out a key from her mane and undid the lock. And in the chest their was an assortment of different items including a few quilts.

Velvet then took a quilt and put it on Heat Wave, the stallion sighed contently in response and he snuggled into the blanket further. The mare then pulled out a camera from the chest and took a few pictures before putting the camera back. She then closed the chest and locked it again before picking up the sack from before she leaving the large room into the corridor. Velvet would be back soon and she knew when she got back that Heat Wave would either be asleep still or be awake crying for her to come out. The poor stallion couldn’t live without her, and he never tried to escape since she helped him see the light.

And now, he was hers forever.

-X-X-X-

Sporty immediately shot up from the bed screaming. The stallion took in deep breathes as his mind slowly calmed down. Once Sporty was able to think rationally he remembered he had another race today. Normally, Sporty would be very happy and excited for a race but instead it filled him with worry. Velvet immediately entered his head and Sporty bit her lip as he remembered the nightmare he had just escaped from.

‘After all, we’re gonna be together…forever.’ Velvet's voice ran through his head, the white pegasus then leaped from the bed and hurriedly got ready. He knew it was silly and childish but he needed to know if his dream was nothing more then a dream. The only thing the stallion didn’t rush was his preening, and in twenty minutes he was out the house in his usual jumpsuit and flew as fast as he could to him and Heat Wave’s meeting point.

-X-X-X-

Meanwhile Heat Wave himself was just flying through the meeting point that him and Sporty often met at when flying to work. The stallions normally flaming mane was smaller then usual as he let out a yawn. Suddenly thought Heat Wave saw a white and yellow blur and in a millisecond Sporty was right in front of him.

“Oh thank, Celestia, you’re okay!” Sporty said, Heat Wave blinked for a moment stunned and impressed at his friends speed. Finally he snapped out of it,

“Of course I’m okay. I’m guessing you didn’t sleep well or a nightmare?” Heat Wave said another yawn escaping his lips as he rubbed his eye’s.

“Yeah, I just needed to know that you we’re alright. You okay, you seem a bit tired.” Sporty said, noticing how sluggish the stallion before him seemed.

“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep all that good last night. At first I felt as if somepony was watching me, and then I ended up having some nightmares.” Heat Wave said, “But enough of that we can talk after work. We only have one race today.” The stallion then began to fly again and Sporty followed as he bit his lip.

‘Feeling as if somepony was watching him. N-No, it…it just had to be a coincidence….right?’ Sporty thought, as the Heat Wave he saw in his nightmare flashed through his head. The white stallion flinched and grimaced at the thought.

No, everything was fine, it was just a coincidence.

It just had to be.

Too Close for Comfort

The cameras flashed like crazy as the audience of unicorns, pegasi, earth ponies, and (very limited amount) of alicorns cheered. Once again Heat Wave had won another race. But this time, much to the crowds shock, the stallion had only won by the tip of his flaming mane. The pony that had come close to beating him was Sporty who was currently having his picture taken as well. Once the camera flashes stopped both Sporty and Heat Wave flew from the race track and landed on a cloud a few miles away.

It was then Heat Wave finally let his exhaustion show as his mane nearly went out in response.

“You okay, dude?” Sporty asked, Heat Wave yawned and spread his wings out as a few pops could be heard.

“Yes, I’m fine. Just really, really tired. Thank, Celestia, that was the only race we had today.” He said,

“Same here, you nearly lost that one.” Sporty said. Heat Wave frowned slightly as his mane completely went out.

“Yeah, I know.” He muttered, and Sporty immediately felt guilty. He knew he shouldn’t have said that, Heat Wave prided his racing abilities and always had the current goal to go faster and do better then before. But now that he had nearly lost a race after doing spectacular just yesterday, it wounded his pride more then Sporty could imagine.

“Hey, it’s fine. Your just tired you can’t always be on you’re A-game.” Sporty said, Heat Wave’s mane lit up just a bit at his friends encouraging words.

“I know, but Monday I will do better.” Heat Wave said as determination entered his tired voice, Sporty chuckled.

“I know, so do you want to go home and take a nap? Or go out and have some fun. Or do you have other plans?” Sporty said,

“Lets see….Love is working on her novel and asked not to be disturbed. Heart Break is at helping a mare with her recent rape and break-up with her ex. Passion and Valentine are working at there store till late. Boom is in Canterlot for three days to preform for a concert. Quilted is visiting her sister’s in Cloudsdale for a few days. And Inkie is in Kludetown working under the best blacksmith there, note to self send her a letter later. Nope nothing else planned, but, how about we just head to my place and watch a movie. It’s been a while since we cooled down and relaxed for a bit.” Heat Wave said.

“Sure thing.” Sporty replied, though he was sure that Heat Wave would fall asleep before they got through a third of the movie.

-X-X-X-

Heat Wave and Sporty entered the castle and almost immediately stallions and mare (mostly mares) said hello to the two stallions. Sporty adored the mares attention as he spread his wings and began to move his tail in a flirtatious manner. Heat Wave however didn’t like the attention (for obvious reasons) as he forced a kind smile but secretly he wanted to remind every mare he was very taken. Luckily the two stallions got to the kitchen fast enough and Sporty dropped his “wanting to get mares attention” strut.

“I’m taking it your hungry.” Sporty said,

“Not really, I just want to try this pastry I got last night.” Heat Wave said. And it took a moment for that to register in Sporty’s mind,

“Wait….you got a desert last night?” He said.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” Heat Wave said through clenched teeth. As the stallion had finally got the box out of the fridge and was now holding it by the ribbon.

“Well….it’s just we ran into Velvet and….” Sporty said trailing off, Heat Wave’s mane re-flamed as he placed the box on the counter. He then groaned and smacked his forehead, his wings twitching in unbridled rage.

“Sporty….I thought we talked about this.” Heat Wave said,

“I know, and we did! It’s just….I can’t shake this bad feeling! You understand, right Heat?” Sporty said as he waited for his friend to reply….but he didn’t. It was then the white stallion became aware that the box was now open and that Heat Wave was….crying profusely as he looked in the box. Sporty felt his ears go back as he galloped over to his friend simultaneously curious to see what was in the box and concerned for Heat Wave. The pegasus saw that a large chocolate log cake was in the box. It looked very realistic as lots of powdered sugar was sprinkled on top of it.

It was then that Sporty saw that taped on the lid, there was a note and what looked to be a very old and weathern recipe page. The white stallion didn’t understand, why was his friend crying?

“Heat.” Sporty said his concern growing, but Heat Wave still remained silent. The orange stallion gently and carefully took off the weathern paper. Heat Wave held it in his hoof gently, as if expecting the paper to fall apart or turn to ash if handled roughly. The stallion looked over the paper and a shaky gasp escaped his lips, he then placed the paper gently to the side. And ran over a counter that had a binder full of clean paper and a jar of pens and pencils on the side.

Sporty looked at the recipe, the cake, and then back at Heat Wave. He was torn on what he should do, burn the cake for making his friend act this way, see what the recipe was, or help his friend.

“Heat.” Sporty said a bit louder but still his friend remained silent, as Heat Wave now held a pen in his mouth writing on a piece of paper slowly and carefully. The white stallion then tried to reach out for the weathern paper. But just as his hoof was about to touch it, Heat Wave’s mane and tail burst into flames as if warning Sporty to not touch it. Sporty slowly retracted his hoof and he watched as the orange pegasus mane and tail went out. Finally Heat Wave tore the paper out of the binder and over to the fridge.

The orange stallion then used one of the many magnets on the fridge and put the paper on it.

“Heat!” Sporty said this time screaming it,

“Shh!” Heat Wave said shooting his bewildered friend a glare. It was then Sporty noticed that the stallion before him had stopped crying. But still, Heat Wave didn’t seem to want to be disturbed almost as if he was silently mourning. He then walked back over to the box and took the note off, but not nearly as gentle as with the recipe. Heat Wave’s eye’s became moist again as he read the note.

He then put the note on the counter and Sporty quickly took it and read it. He needed some answers!

Dear Heat Wave,

It’s me Velvet! In this box you’ve found your deceased grandmother’s long-lost recipe for her famous log cake. Which I believe where you lived she only ever made it on the equivalent of Heartswarming for us ponies: Kindled Flames. It took me years to find it, but I did it! I hope ya like that cake by the way, I did my best!

~Wove,

Velvet Applause

Sporty blinked away tears as he finished reading the letter, no wonder Heat Wave had that reaction. He would have the same reaction as well if someone found his mothers golden feather pendant, it had been a family heirloom. But somepony had stolen it from his mothers corpse during the funeral and thus it was never passed on to Sporty. The white stallion then looked up to see Heat Wave cutting himself a generous piece of the log cake. When the orange stallion realized his friend had seen him his cheeks flared as his wings spread out on instinct.

His wings we’re in a defensive stance that most pegasi wings went under when they felt they we’re threatened. Sporty could see the feathers we’re now as sharp as knives as they dared to shoot from their sockets to impale any threat.

“Dude, it’s fine, if you don’t want me to have any of the cake then that’s cool. Just relax.” Sporty said, and after a few tense moment and twitches from Heat Wave’s wings the stallion took a few deep breathes as forced his wings to close.

“I-I’m sorry, you can have a piece….just….just don’t take too much.” Heat Wave quietly said, but Sporty shook his head.

“No, your just trying to be generous and I appreciate that but you keep it. I don’t want any if it ruffles your feathers the wring way. I can always have something else.” Sporty said, he then got a small plate for Heat Wave and placed in front of the orange stallion. Heat Wave then put the slice of cake on the plate and watched Sporty carefully as he put the plate in the microwave on ten seconds.

“You wanna talk about her?” Sporty asked, and Heat Wave thought for a minute before nodding. The microwave then beeped and Sporty took the plate from it before handing it to Heat Wave. The orange stallion then led the way to his and Cozy Quilted room.

When the Heat Wave and Sporty got to the room, the white pegasus shut the door while Heat Wave sat on his and Cozy Quilted bed. Sporty then walked over to the bed and sat on it as well as Heat Wave meekly began to eat his piece of cake. Once he was done Heat Wave seemed to start thinking as he put a hoof on the side of his face. Finally he sighed his wings twitching, he then opened his mouth hid mouth to speak but all of sudden a gold flash cane in between him she Sporty.

“EEK!” Sporty said as he was so shocked and scared he fell off the bed, while Heat Wave flew up on instinct holding himself close.

“Hi guys! I’m baaaaack!” A very familiar voice rang, Heat Wave and Sporty then looked to see Velvet. The filly had a wide smile on her face, but both racers we’re surprised to see a golden colored unicorn horn on the fillies forehead as Velvet’s eyes had a gold tint to them.

“Oh sweet Celestia!” Sporty said, almost vomiting on the bed (and the floor) as he saw the unicorn horn. Heat Wave’s face went a sickly shade of green as he used a hoof to cover his mouth. Velvet looked confused at first before she gained a look of realization.

“Oh you mean this, don’t worry it’s fake I swear! Feel it!” She said, Heat Wave was skeptical (and terrified) but he flew down and touched the horn. The horn felt smooth like glass as it seemed to shimmer in response to Heat Waves touch. The orange stallion then tapped the horn and it made a cross between a clink and a dinging sound as Heat Wave’s good made contact.

“Oh! It is fake.” Heat Wave said, he then pulled his hoof back and sat back on his bed. Sporty hesitantly tapped the horn as well,

“Oh thank Celestia it’s fake.” He muttered. But Sporty kept his distance away from Velvet Applause.

“Told ya! It’s an attachable unicorn horn, it was very expensive but it was worth it, and I’m the only one who can take it off! I can even cast spells, it took me forever to learn them.” Velvet said, the filly then lit her fake horn her eye’s glowing a bright gold. It was then that Sporty and Heat Wave’s tracksuits became enveloped in a gold glow before they we’re teleported off. Heat Wave blushed madly as his wings snapped against his sides, while Sporty put a hoof over his muzzle.

“So Heat Wave, did you like the cake?” Velvet said scooting over to Heat Wave, as her horn glowed again. Sporty eye'd the fake horn suspiciously but his look soon changed one of urgency as his eye’s flashed gold.

“Well yes, the cake was surprisingly good almost as good as his nana used to make it.” Heat Wave replied, as his eye’s flashed a bright gold as well. The stallion then let out a yawn while Sporty shuttered as he quickly got up on his hooves.

“I-I’ll be right back.” Sporty said, he then galloped into the restroom and shut the door. At this point Heat Wave had passed out and was off to the land of dreams. The filly then listened carefully and as soon as she heard the lock to the bathroom click she smiled as her horn glowed again. Velvet giggled as Heat Waves wings began to glow. And with complete ease Velvet’s magic wrapped around the wings and forced them open.

She then began to gently massage Heat Wave’s wings as pops and cracks we’re heard. Velvet smiled happily as moans came from the slumbering Heat Wave’s mouth. After a few minutes the orange stallions wings closed and stopped glowing and his moans ceased. Velvet then gained a heavy amount off blush on her face as she got a brilliant idea. She then charged her horn with an unknown spell, Velvet aimed and was just about to fire directly at Heat Wave’s groin.

But luckily the sound of the toilet flushing stopped her. The spell faded from Velvet’s horn and Sporty came out of the restroom.

“Well I better get going, seeya layer Sporty.” Velvet said, and Sporty didn’t even have time to say goodbye as the filly vanished in a gold flash. Once the filly was gone Sporty gulped, his bad feeling had only gotten worse.

And he had no idea why.

Don't You See?

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.

-X-X-X-

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.

-X-X-X-

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.

Captured

“Welcome to the Extreme Pegasus Race Olympics!” An announcer said, the crowd was filled to the brim with ponies as the racers all stood at the starting line ready to fly at hair-trigger. Some racers gave Heat Wave a friendly yet competitive look.

“I’m gonna win this year, Heat.” A blue pegasus said, Heat Wave smiled he loved this race the most out of all the others. It made the other pegasi try even harder then they already did to beat him, he loved a challenge it made getting to his goal a lot harder.

“Well I hope you do, that way I’ll have a goal other then “win the ultimate race” every year. It gets a bit stale after awhile.” Heat Wave said, the other pegasi smiled even more. What they loved about Heat Wave was that he wasn’t smug about his winnings, in fact he was a bit humble. Of course you couldn’t please everypony, as some pegasi took it very personal when they lost. And between how Heat Wave had literally been born to race, his modest attitude, and his always-having-a-goal mindset it infuriated them. Those mares and stallions glared at Heat Wave, the flame-headed stallion only rolled his eye’s in annoyance.

He found them acting very foalish, Sporty glared back at the angry racers he hated it when pegasi got on his friend’s back.

“Alright racers, get into position!” The announcer said, every pegasi bent their knees and spread out their wings.

“On your marks…” The announcer said, the pegasi muscles tensed, “Get set….” The pegasi pumped their wings once. “FLY!” The announcer screamed, and off the pegasi went nearly knocking the ponies out of their seats with the sheer gust of wind they produced.

“Go, daddy!” Love said,

“Show em' what’s for!” Heart Breaker said.

“Fly to victory!” Passion shouted,

“Um…..go!” Valentine said her wings pumping excitedly. They all knew their father couldn’t hear them, but they still wanted to show their support.

-X-X-X-

Heat Wave had sped through the race no problem and was now only a few yards away from the finish line. Many pegasi we’re behind Heat Wave as they tried to pass him but their overexerted wings muscles prevented any way of catching up. But all of a sudden there was a gold flash that blinded everyone (crowd included).

Heat Wave’s vision cleared and he was stunned to see he wasn’t on the race track. Instead he was on a single cloud with Velvet smiling at him.

“Velvet!? What did you just do!? I was at the ultimate race!” Heat Wave said in a furious tone his mane close to erupting,

“Sorry Heat, but I need your help with something.” Velvet said and Heat Wave calmed down slightly.

“Help? Help with what?” He said, Velvet then smiled so wide her face nearly split in two. Heat Wave felt his wings open up as he got a bad feeling in his gut. Velvet then shot a beam of magic right at Heat Wave’s genitals. Luckily the stallion just barely dodged it and began to fly away. But it was then he noticed that he was in a desert but the Heat Wave was soon brought back to reality as a beam of magic just barely missed him.

Heat Wave yelped and flew faster, but suddenly Velvet teleported right in front of him. The stallion did a U-turn and doubled his speed as but once again Velvet teleported in front him. Heat Wave quickly flew over Velvet and went as fast as he could, the stallion hoped and prayed that Velvet wasn’t on his tail but fate didn’t seem to look diem at the stallion so kindly. Gold beams of magic came flying and Heat Wave quickly realized that not only did Velvet have flight but magic as well he was outmatched! And not only that but the stallion found himself beginning to wheeze as his wings we’re burning, his body was telling him to stop.

But Heat Wave kept going ignoring his bodies instincts, but all of a sudden the gold beams stopped. The stallion dared to look behind himself, Velvet was gone. Heat Wave flew for a few more feet before deciding that maybe Velvet gave up the chase. The stallion them slowly glided to the ground and collapsed on the ground. Heat Wave’s wings twitched as he was sweating profusely, he gulped down air.

The stallion had never felt more exhausted in his entire life.

‘New Goal: Get that restraining order and apologize to Sport.’ Heat Wave thought, but he was soon pulled from them as the stallion heard hoof steps from behind. The orange stallion felt his heart leap in his throat as he tried to fly away. But he was held down by a gold glow and turned over on his back. The stallion looked to see Velvet, Heat Wave tried to get away but he couldn’t the magic was too strong.

“Ve-Velvet, let me go.” Heat Wave tried to say as confidently as possible,

“And why would I let my soul mate fly away? Now just hold still.” Velvet said as she charged her horn. Heat Wave tried harder to get free but it was too late, Velvet fired her magic at the stallions genitals. The stallion shrieked as the magic felt unbearably hot against his privates. Heat Wave’s mane and tail went out as his wings spread out and stiffened, finally the magic ended. The stallion gasped as he saw a bulge was sticking out from his suit.

Heat Wave wanted more then anything to clasp his hooves over his groin. Instead he tried to fly again but his wings weren’t responding properly.

“Ve-Velvet, wha-what did you do?” Heat Wave asked now terrified and humiliated,

“Nothing, I just helped your hormones get all jumpy. Now, night-night!” Velvet said. And the glow to Heat Wave’s limbs faded as Velvet charged up her magic. Heat Wave scrambled to get up and run but he didn’t even get far as the magic hit the back of his head. The stallion stumbled and tried desperately to stay awake but he ended up failing, Velvet them used her magic to catch a slumbering Heat Wave before he hit the ground. She then flew though the sky and landed on the ground right by the lid to a reinforced, steel, underground bunker.

She entered in the password which read: Estrus. The lid to the bunker then gave three beeps before it opened. With the lid gone it showed a void of infinite darkness that had a latter connected to the wall. Velvet then carefully headed down the latter and closed the lid, and as the filly went down the latter a dim, red, light became more and more apparent. Finally she reached the bottom of the latter and Velvet’s hooves hit the steel floor.

She then walked down the short corridor into a large room. Velvet walked to the large room which had a velvet-cupcake-colored carpet and tons of pictures of her on the wall. The filly ended up getting to a steel door and entered in another password on a security panel that kept the door locked. Once the password was entered the door beeped three times before opening. With the door opened it revealed a very small room that just barely came to the size of an outhouse.

The small room had a toilet in the bottom right corner and a photo album in the bottom left. And finally a bed was at the top of the room that took up the top left and right corners completely. The bed was made clouds as the sheets were large, fluffy, soft, and made of cotton. Velvet removed Heat Wave’s track/race suit making the stallions erection more apparent. The filly giggled and removed the sheets from the bed before placing Heat Wave gently down on the bed.

She then draped the covers over the stallion and he subconsciously curled up in the sheets in response. Velvet smiled even wider and quietly shut the door as she said.

“Goodnight, Estrus.”

Rescued?

Sporty, Valentine, Cozy Quilted, and Love we’re flying all over Equestria asking ponies if they had seen Heat Wave, but pony after pony had no idea where Heat Wave could be. They all kept flying until they felt their wings would fall off, they couldn’t give up, Sporty wouldn’t give up. They all ended up landing at the castle entrance all of they worn out and tired.

“Anything?” One of the guards said,

“No, I-I want my daddy.” Love said as she began to cry Cozy Quilted hugged her daughter close as Valentine stroked her mane. Sporty just watched as the very young mare cried, he felt like crying as well but he sucked his tears back in he needed to keep it together.

“Sporty, are you okay? We have cookies in the castle.” Cozy Quilted said still giving Love the comfort she needed, Sporty didn’t answer instead he began to take off.

“Sporty, come on I’ll be fine we’ll find dad.” Valentine said, Sporty swallowed the lump in his throat he then flew off not daring to look back. He didn’t want to be seen crying in front of the guards, let alone a group of mares. Sporty flew as fast as he could home and once he was home he shut and locked the doors and cried on his bed.

-X-X-X-

Sporty had sat on a cloud and was now crying into his hooves, and in response the cloud he’d been sitting on had turned a dark grey and was now raining. Suddenly though Cozy Quilted landed on the cloud with a cookie grasped in her magic.

“Sporty….” She said, the stallion tensed up his wings opening halfway.

“Go away.” Sporty said his face buried in his hooves,

“No.” Cozy Quilted gently said before using her magic to gently take Sporty’s hooves away from his face. Sporty blushed vibrantly as his tear-filled-eyes we’re now viewable to the world.

“Stoooop.” The stallion whined, Cozy Quilted shoved the cookie into Sporty’s mouth and forced him into a hug. Sporty flinched as he tried to pull back but to no avail. Eventually the stallion ate the cookie in defeat,

“Let go of me!” Sporty said.

“No, I know your hurting and I’m not gonna let you shove your feelings down your throat.” Cozy Quilted said, “I know you miss Heat Wave, we all do. But I’m sure we’ll find him.” At this notion Sporty was finally able to pull back his tears poring like Neighgara falls.

“It’s been one month! How can you say that we’re gonna find him!?” Sporty said, Cozy Quilted shrugged.

“Well I don’t know, but I can hope. I know that my honey would do anything to get back to me so I know not to give up.” She said, Sporty simply sighed looked at the cloud.

“I just don’t know what to do….I feel as if—” Sporty said until he cut himself off looking at something with intense suspicion and hatred, Cozy raised an eyebrow and looked around to find that Sporty was looking at a filly.

The filly was Velvet Applause.

Velvet Applause was just leaving her parents cloud home holding a to-go box in her mouth. Her wings flapped rhythmically as she headed straight for what was known as the Badlands (or the end of Equestria).

“Why is she heading out there with a to-go box?” Cozy Quilted mumbled,

“She wouldn’t have a reason….unless she was hiding someone.” Sporty whispered his voice full of malice. He then began to take flight making sure to be so very high up. So high up that Velvet wouldn’t be able to hear him or make out who he was. Cozy Quilted followed with extreme confusion.

“Sporty, what are you doing?” Cozy Quilted said,

“That filly has Heat Wave, I know it!” Sporty said making sure not to lose Velvet. Cozy Quilted gained a surprised and very concerned look,

“Sporty, I highly doubt this filly could catch a full-grown stallion.” She said.

“That’s what Heat Wave said! And now he’s missing!” Sporty said, and Cozy Quilted gave up arguing even if she doubted the stallion she knew it was very odd for a filly to be heading to the desert. And so the two flew in silence and hid behind a cactus that was within earshot when Velvet stopped. The filly stopped by an underground bunker and punched in the code, the lid opened with the three-beep jingle to with. It was then Cozy Quilted noticed that the pegasus had a golden attachable unicorn horn on her head and she shuttered. Velvet lit her faux horn and behind her a large, thick, concrete box that would just barely be able to fit a stallion came up from the ground.

The top of it had a large gold handle and with a simple flash of magic the front of the concrete box came off. Sporty and Cozy Quilted we’re both very confused as they saw this….what was Velvet doing? The filly then opened the to-go box and levitated out a large cheeseburger. She then walked over to the open void that was the bunker and spoke,

“Come out, Estrus!” Velvet said. And as the sound of fumbling hooves became louder Cozy Quilted shook her head no while Sporty became more enraged. Finally Heat Wave stepped out and Sporty slapped a good over Cozy Quilted’s mouth to keep from blowing their cover. Heat Wave wore his track suit up to his neck, where his neck and face remained uncovered. The stallion looked very tired as bags we’re under his eye’s, his irises we’re larger then they should’ve been as his limbs shook.

Heat Wave’s normally flaming mane was completely out as his tracksuit was surprisingly clean….except for the end. Around the stallions flank a large bulge was present as his erection was as clear as day through his tracksuit. Heat Wave’s wings we’re tight against his side as they twitched and finally the stallion had looked to have lost some weight as his ribs we’re nearly visible. However when the stallion saw the food his dull and lifeless eyes filled with hope and joy. Velvet smiled and walked around Heat Wave before giving the bulge in his tracksuit a push and an audible squish was heard.

Heat Wave let out a mixed moan of pleasure and humiliation as he cringed.

“I see you suffered your punishment for trying to escape last week.” Velvet said, Heat Wave didn’t even try to respond he just looked straight at the burger with hungry eyes. Sporty bit on his hoof to stifle his growls of rage, while Cozy Quilted was silently sobbing in remorse and anger. Velvet smirked still petting the bulge,

“Hungry?” She said. Heat Wave gulped down the building saliva in his mouth before nodding, “Well eat up.” The stallion then dove for the sandwich and shoved as much as he could into his muzzle at once it was as if he was afraid I’d be taken from him. Cozy had stopped crying and was now ready to beat Velvet into next week, but Sporty put a hoof on her chest. Heat Wave finished the sandwich in minutes and was now shamefully licking the ground for any remaining morsels. Velvet smiled even wider and began to use her magic to massage Heat Wave’s wings.

“Now, Estrus, I bet your wondering why your outside. You haven’t done anything to deserve walkies, in fact you’ve been very naughty. Haven’t you?” Velvet said as she bent Heat Wave’s wings ever so slightly. The stallion jolted in pain,

“Ye-Yes I have.” Heat Wave sputtered his voice horse and weak.

“Yes I have….what?” Velvet said bending the stallions wings a bit more, the stallion whimpered in pain.

“Vel-Vel! Yes I have, Vel-Vel!” Heat Wave shouted, finally Velvet went back to gently massaging the stallions wings.

“Yes, you have. Well I can answer that, I’ve been looking for a place to keep my pet with me forever. I found an island that is stuck forever in time. Ponies there can live forever, and things can grow there in a snap. I’m taking you there, and when we get there I’m gonna put a spell on your wings that prevent you from flying.” The filly said as she undid her magic on Heat Wave’s wings. The stallion had broken out into a cold sweat and was now moving away from Velvet. The filly didn’t try to stop Heat Wave though, she just wanted with a victorious grin.

“And you know what’s better? Only I can remove the spell, and better yet when I’m done with school I’ll be able to stay with you for the rest of our days. We’ll be together….forever.” Velvet said, and as if on command chains shot from the concrete box. The chains wrapped themselves around Heat Waves back legs. The chains pulled and Heat Wave dug his hooves into ground now sobbing freely.

“HEEEEEELP!” Heat Wave screamed finally finding his voice, as of was filled with decoration. The stallion was slowly being dragged into the box as he was trying to hard to break free, his wings fluttering frantically. And that was the last straw for Sporty and Cozy Quilted as they ran from their hiding place.

“Let Heat Wave go!” Sporty bellowed his face red with rage,

“Honey!” Cozy Quilted said as she leapt for her husband. Heat Wave reached out a hoof as his and Cozy Quilted’s intertwined. The stallion was doubling his efforts to stay with his wife as his remained hoof was beginning to crack and bleed.

“Co-Cozy—” Heat Wave tried to speak, but suddenly both him and Cozy Quilted we’re electrocuted. They both screamed and because of the shock they both let go, and immediately Heat Wave was pulled into the box and the missing side was put back on.

“He’s mine!” Velvet said as shook took off and her magic wrapped around the boxes handle, she then flew off with Sporty and Cozy Quilted flanking her. All three ponies we’re furious as Velvet tried her hardest to escape the adults. Cozy Quilted lit her horn and in response silk wrapped up Velvet’s wings, the filly yelped and went into a nosedive. But unfortulently her wings broke free from the fabric and she flew up. It was then she, Sporty, and Cozy Quilted realized her focus had been stolen from her magic. Velvet quickly grabbed the box containing Heat Wave and continued to fly.

The filly then charged her horn and began to shoot laser beams at Cozy Quilted and Sporty. The two dogged the beams, but Sporty was more noticeably experienced.

“Ugh! She has offensive magic I can’t beat that!” Cozy Quilted said,

“Why can’t you?” Sporty said.

“Because unicorns and alicorns, unless they learn other magic, are only masters at whatever magic spells they’re special talent is connected to. Anyway, we need a new angle.” Cozy Quilted said and Sporty put a hoof to his chin, his eyes then lit up and a look of determination crossed his face.

“I got an idea.” The stallion said, with a huge smile on his face.

-X-X-X-

Meanwhile Heat Wave was trying to buck his way out of the concrete box. He knew it was impossible especially since he wasn’t an earthpony but he at least had to try. If Heat Wave failed he needed to know that he at least tried to get to freedom. Underneath the jumpsuit Heat Wave could feel his hooves cracking and splitting as his blood began to stain the jumpsuit. The stallion kept going ignoring the pain until he nearly passed out from it.

Heat Wave then began to go through the same process with his front hooves, he couldn’t give up, he needed to keep trying.

-X-X-X-

Back outside the concrete box Velvet was presently surprised to see that Sporty and Cozy Quilted we’re gone. The filly could partially make out the border of the Equestrian ocean. But just as she relaxed did Sporty run into her and used a rock to shatter to glass unicorn horn. Velvet gasped,

“No!” She said but much to her surprise she saw Cozy Quilted flying midair as her horn was glowing with sparks flying as she strained her magic trying her best to hold the concrete box up. Sporty then slammed Velvet to the ground and before the filly could try to escape he pulled of some wool fabric and tied the filly up. But just as he looked up at Cozy Quilted his expression went to horror as the alicorns magic failed. Sporty and Cozy Quilted both hurried to try and slow down the boxes decent but they we’re too late as it crashed on the ground. Velvet, Sporty, and Cozy Quilted all gasped in horror wondering if Heat Wave could survive such a fall.

Epilogue

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