The two Stallions took a trip to Appleoosah much to Soarin’s reluctance.
“Oh my, we have never gotten a Wonderbolt visiting Appleoosa!” Braeburn's smile widened at Soarin. “My old friend, I almost didn’t recognize you. Our Jobs separated the five of us.”
Soarin tells him bluntly in an apologetic tone. “Uh sorry Braeburn, I don’t think Spitfire gonna go for sponsoring you guys.”
Braeburn’s smile tensed. “Oh, not that it didn’t cross my mind, at least think about Appleoosa.”
He cleared his throat awkwardly before speaking. “So anyway, before we get started on your grand tour, I would love to catch up with my old friend.”
Cheese Sandwich only stood by watching Braeburn use his speedy strength in pushing the wonderbolt to who knows where.
The Apple family sure got strong ponies.
A nearby Appleoosa member volunteered himself to start his tour while the two other stallions spoke privately.
Soarin noticed they stopped under an appletree where Octavia teased him about getting all the apples without wings.
Braeburn sat opposite side of him on the grass. “It’s been ages, a darn shame all of us lost contact. I missed the old gang, have you heard from Caramel?”
Soarin shook his head.
“Appleoosa changed so much since you left, why haven’t you come back here to visit your old pal?” Braeburn asked.
Soarin knew this was a bad idea, being a famous figure he have a hard time finding genuine friends. “Um well, I’ve been overwhelmed with my dream of being a Wonderbolt.”
Braeburn’s tone brightens as he stands up and picks an apple out from a branch. “And you’re a fine one!”
He spits out the apple in a nearby basket before looking at the Wonderbolt. “We have lots to say to one another, but I mustn’t forget about your friend.”
Three hours later, they got back to Cheese Sandwich by the train station with stained clothes and frizzy manes.
“I still can’t believe you beat me twice in the races, I rematch you next week for my hat back.” Braeburn pressed his hoof on the ground.
Soarin chuckled while fixing his new hat.
Braeburn huffed through his nostrils watching them get on the train.
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After Octavia’s rehearsal, to their surprise, it wasn’t hard inviting Octavia who only agreed if her partner Dj Pon-3 performed their song.
Soarin felt conflicted about inviting all these ponies who only wanted to promote their jobs, but he’s willing to stay positive for a free huge party.
And seeing the mares grin made it harder to stay uncertain.
Her accent is heavy just like he remembered it, classy and devoted to her craft.
Among, her audience Caramel, a stallion who preferred his parties to sweep up more than one mare.
But, unexpectedly he’s a huge fan of the Wonderbolts.
“Your outfits are so flashy, the shops should’ve made similar designs for us besides Trick or Treat Festival. Maybe, Rarity can whip up something?”
Caramel eagerly passed another sheet of his notebook for Soarin to sign, no doubt for a random Mare to impress. If, he remembers about it.
Cheese Sandwich tilts his hat onward making his exit. “Well, my job now is to focus on your party. Farewell, Soarin.”
Soarin took his eyes off the fifth sheet of paper. “Hold on Cheese, ten ponies is enough?”
“Nope, but I got my ways bringing more, tho don’t worry won’t be more fans to keep you busy.” Cheese Sandwich tells him before leaving.
Soarin turned to Caramel with feather pen still in his mouth. “Are we done?”
Caramel immediately closed his notebook with a winced grin.
Cheese Sandwich trailed through countless cities spreading ideal huge budget parties for every pony around him, on the ground anyway.
He glanced up at Cloudsdale wondering if his cheesy tingle is calling him up there.
Hmm, his cannon got confiscated last month. Unless that little filly Dash isn’t busy?
A gleaming smile appeared under his hat before he galloped left side of the road starting his journey toward ponyville.
“I dunno if I’ll make it in time, but I can’t ignore a cheesy sense.” Cheese Sandwich muttered to his squeaky second chicken toy, Boneless.
Twenty minutes after he arrived in Ponyville, there was no sight of that little filly or her friends.
But, all wasn’t lost sensing who needed that party. One of the wonderbolts, Soarin.
“Rare to see you down here Soarin, looking for a pink little filly?” Cheese Sandwich lightly interrogated under his hat.
“Dash’s friend, Pinkie Pie? Er no, I was picking up cupcakes for my fifth anniversary as a Wonderbolt.”Soarin raised his bag before going on his way.
Cheese Sandwich followed his pace. “Throwing a…party?”
“Party? Oh, no way I can ask any pony to cancel their plans.” Soarin chuckled a bit.
Cheese Sandwich's serious persona faltered at those words. “No party? Can’t ask any pony-but you’re a celebrity!”
Soarin winced with his smile. “That doesn’t mean anything, Cheese.”
Cheese Sandwich's serious persona kicked in. “Enough with the excuses, while I’m no expert at making genuine friends show up. Party for your fifth year is crucial.”
“Well, I wouldn’t mind one to be honest-“ Soarin paused seeing his party planner pull up a huge goofy grin that reminded him of Pinkie Pie.
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Cheese Sandwich got a lot of work for him. While he managed to get three Wonderbolts in, That wasn’t enough for a party.
He went into a thinking pose on Sugar Cube Corner table unsure how many cupcakes to order.
This Wonderbolt did lack friends.
He flashed a determined look that didn't go unnoticed by Soarin who was eating his second cupcake. “You gotta have friends since you were a colt, did you completely lose contact with them?“
“Course, I did. So long ago I’ve seen, Carmel, Braeburn, Octavia and…Derpy?”
They both looked at Derpy in her mail-carrying uniform “Who, me?” She bumped her hoof on side of the counter withholding an ow out loud in her gritted teeth.
“You’re free to attend a party hosted by Cheese Sandwich?“
Derpy crossed-eyes went toward the two seated stallions.
