Tides

Tides Ch.2

Fade

Dash woke up with the first rays of sunlight through the large framed window.

She groaned loudly and opened her eyes just to look at the cloud ceiling.

She closed her lids again, cursing inwardly.

Again. She had dreamed of her again.

Dreaming of Spitfire had become a regular occurrence for the prismatic pegasus, and she wasn’t even sad about it. She loved these dreams. At least they were together in them.

But Dash knew that would never happen.

Though, looking at it, this dream had been different, but then again, Spitfire leaving the Wonderbolts? Likely story, mind. Likely story.

The only problem was: dreaming about her idol, friend and love ate her up inside.

Dash turned to the side to shake off these thoughts and opened her magenta eyes again.

Only to look into a pair of large, sparkling amber gems.

“Sleep well?” Spitfire asked, a smug and serene grin on her face.

“Spitfire?” Dash asked groggily. “Oh great, I’m still dreaming.” She pouted.

Spitfire just scooted closer and pulled Dash in a tight, content hug, before placing her lips on Dashes.

“You know, I thought the same thing when I woke up today.” Spitfire whispered when she pulled out of the kiss.

“You mean that all happened? The confession? The kiss?” Dash asked, still not sure if this wasn’t a very cruel trick of her mind.

“I wouldn’t be here right now if it didn’t, would I?” Spitfire said deadpan. The smug grin never leaving her face.

Dash decided that she didn’t actually care if this was a dream or not. She could regret it when- If she woke up. Right now, all that mattered was the sun colored mare in front of her.

She pulled Spitfire into another hug, resting her head on her chest and listening to the soft beating of her beloved’s heart.

Content and in peace with life and the world in this very moment, Dash closed her eyes again and dozed off.

When she opened them again, Spitfire was gone.

Rainbow’s first thought was that it really just had been a dream and she shoot up, looking around in the bedroom fanatically.

It wasn’t hers.

That was all she needed for confirmation.

She flopped back into the pillows and looked back up at the cloud ceiling.

Right now, time could stop. She wouldn’t mind.

Or so she thought, but her stomach proved her otherwise with a loud grumble.

She crawled out of the princess sized bed and stepped on her hooves.

As she stepped out of the bedroom, the smell of breakfast with coffee waved into her nostrils. Following her nose lead her to the stairs to the villa’s lower floor.

As she stumbled down the flight of stairs and into the kitchen, the only pony she wanted to see right now turned around from the stove and smiled at her.

“Do you want your pancakes with maple or chocolate syrup?” she asked.

The simple question brought tears to Rainbow’s eyes. She shook herself out of her entranced stupor and walked closer to Spitfire.

Nuzzling her marefriend (she could call her that, right?) she whispered “You make me the happiest mare in Equestria, do you know that?” into her ear, which flicked cutely at Rainbow’s breath.

“Because I have maple and chocolate syrup?” Spitfire asked jokingly, but her breath had become a tad quicker too, at the proximity to the prismatic mare.

“Well, there is that.” Dash replied, just as playful. “But you’re just overall perfect.” She said, losing herself once again in Spitfire’s seemingly boundless eyes.

Eyes really were the mirror to the soul. She only found love, care and happiness in Spitfire’s and she hoped, the yellow mare would find the same in hers.

Dash let out a very sappy and un-Dash like sigh and closed the gap between their muzzles.

Both pegasi soon lost themselves in a long and very passionate kiss.

Their “epic make out session”, as Dash would later describe it, was interrupted quite rudely by the smell of a burning pancake from the stove.

Spitfire immediately, but just as reluctantly, pulled out of the kiss and turned to her now ruined pancake. Without giving it much thought, she threw it in the trash. A burnt pancake was a fair price, for what she had gotten instead.

Rainbow was a bit angry at the pancake, but it had gotten what it deserved, so she didn’t say anything. Instead she just walked over to Spitfire’s breakfast table.

It was one of these fancy Japonyse ones, where you sat on the floor on cushions at a very low table with your back legs under some kind of warm blanket. The cyan pegasus liked it on the spot. She had never understood why ponies sat on chairs anyways. It didn’t seem natural.

After getting comfortable, she watched the other mare in the open kitchen part of the house.

Spitfire’s flank had more spring to it then she had ever seen. And she had watched it a lot.

Her wings started to itch and, slowly, against Dashes will, rose up a bit. She had to put a lot of effort into pulling the slightly stiff appendages back in.

As she went on watching the fiery tail of her favorite mare swinging back and forth, certain more indecent thoughts entered her mind. She chose to push them away for now. They hadn’t done anything last night but cuddle and kiss, they would get to the better part when the time was right.

Right now, something else bothered Rainbow Dash more than anything.

When Spitfire joined her at the table 2 minutes later, gracefully balancing two big plates of pancakes, chocolate and maple syrup on her wings, Dash looked at her sternly.

She waited until Spitfire had put the plates and syrup down, and had placed herself opposite of Dash at the quadratic table.

Spitfire had wanted to sit next to Dash and snuggle some more, but the look in Dash’s eyes told her she wanted to talk.

“Do you still want to leave the Wonderolts?” Dash asked. Spitfire failed to read the emotions in her lover’s face.

The yellow mare looked away. “Would you still like me, if I weren’t a Wonderbolt anymore?” Spitfire asked shyly, with genuine fear in her voice.

Dash grabbed Spitfire’s hoof firmly with her own. “Spitfire, I would still love you if you suddenly turned into an earthpony.” She said, putting emphasis into the word love. “I will accept your decision, whatever it is and I will stand by you. All I would like to know is why.”

Spitfire was incredibly relieved and moved by these words. “I love you too.” Was all she brought out while suppressing the urge to burst into happy tears.

Dash just smiled.

After Spitfire had gathered herself and cleared her throat, she spoke again. “I don’t really know why I want to leave the Bolts.” She said sighing. “Some things have lost their meaning.”

“Why would you want to leave the Wonderbolts now? We are at the highest point of our popularity ever! And I’m sure I have mentioned before that you are the best captain we could wish for.”

“Dash how many different Wonderbolt shows have you seen so far?” Spitfire asked. “The ones you preformed yourself included.”

Dash thought for a while, then she answered: “About ten shows. Two when with my dad when I was little, and…” she looked away embarrassed. “And every new show since you joined…” she mumbled, barely audible.

Spitfire had heard her anyways. The gesture almost moved her to tears again and she looked into the magenta orbs that made up Dashes eyes with a loving smile.

“I’m sorry.” She said.

“It’s ok… wait, what are you sorry for?” Rainbow looked at her quizzically.

“I can only imagine what it must have been like to have these feelings pent up for such a long time… I only had to struggle with them for a year and you have seen what it had done to me…” She looked to the floor sadly.

Rainbow Dash trotted around the table, moved a hoof under Spitfire’s chin, lifted her head up, so their eyes met again and pulled her into another loving kiss.

“It’s alright. It doesn’t matter anymore, as long as I get to be with you, I don’t care how long I have to wait.”

They nuzzled against each other, no more words needed.

5 minutes later, Spitfire broke the silence.

“Anyways” she shook her head to get back on track with her train of thought. “So you have visited 2 shows a year, right?”

Dash nodded.

“Well, and that’s all there is to the Wonderbolts. We practice only a new show every half a year, and then perform that show for some time. Over and over again. Sure, every new show is exciting, but after the third or fourth performance it gets dull.”

“Yeah, I noticed that… I actually prefer freedom when flying, but what is some free flying when I got to spend time with you?” Dash nuzzled Spitfire again.

Spitfire was surprised that Dash seemed to have the exact same opinion on flying as she had.

“I trained extra hard to become captain, so I could change some things in the team, but even as the captain, I don’t have much to say in terms of organization. I always got the answer “It’s tradition, you can’t change that, you can’t change this.” I think I just gave up.”

“I understand.” Dash said, this time pulling her longtime crush into a hug. “I guess I’m gonna leave the team too then.”

The yellow Pegasus pulled out of the hug to give the rainbow mare a shocked look. “What?! No! You don’t have to leave just because of me!”

“Spitfire I joined the Wonderbolts just because of you. Without you, I don’t have much reason to stay. And I honestly don’t care. I mean, the Wonderbolts are still cool, but my actual goal had never been to reach them. I just wanted to reach you.”

Spitfire was once again stunned by the compassion and devotion she got from the rainbow-maned young mare.

She held Dash in her front hooves, Dashes head pressed against her chest as she stroke her mane. Every stroke went through a different color. Even though it was very sappy, the usually ‘too cool for this’ Pegasus seemed to enjoy it, as she started purring like a kitten.

“Dash?”

“Hrmmm?”

“Do you want to fly with me?”

Eli’s notes: Yeah, I think I’m happy with it as it is now. Hope you enjoyed reading, the next chapter will be up when I’m done writing it (duh). Anyways, don’t expect me to be this fast with every chapter. As much as I love writing this Dashfire fic, I rarely find time for it, this week just has been good to me. The table they are sitting one is a kotatsu if you haven't figured it out yourself :)

If any of you wonder how a guy can write something like this... well, i'm a hopeless romanic

Anyways, did still nopony guess what inspired me to write this?

Tip: the difference in knowing and not knowing is only minimal (or “god how I love to be cryptic”).