I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor

“Ugh, what the hell’s that damn buzzing?” mumbled a very tired Soarin as his eyes found the source of his rude awakening.

The clock flashed 7:30 and Soarin shot up out of bed, remembering the significance of today. The first day of his vacation started today and Soarin was filled with anxiousness. As he stretched his arms, legs, and wings in his bed, he wondered what he would do once he got to Ponyville. He’d only been there once before and, while it wasn’t a big tourist attraction, he did love its peacefulness. That’s really all the mattered to the strained pegasus. He needed some peace and quiet, some alone time, and Ponyville was going to provide it for him. Soarin shut off his annoying alarm clock, making a mental note to get one that has a more soothing tone, and got out of bed. After fixing his bed sheets, Soarin made way to the bathroom to get cleaned up. For some reason, Soarin wanted to be even more presentable than usual today; to him, this vacation felt like a big occasion, since he hadn’t had one in such a long time. With a nicely combed mane, shiny teeth, and just an overall sense of cheerfulness, Soarin was ready for his trip to Ponyville. He stopped for a bit and wondered how the Wonderbolts would do without him for the next week. They all had to improve a bit from their last routine.

“Ah, they’ll be fine. Besides, they have Spitfire looking after them. There’s no way she would ever let them slack off.” Soarin reassured himself.

Slipping on a blue shirt and a pair of jeans, Soarin grabbed the luggage that sat next to his bed and said farewell to Cloudsdale…at least till next week.

After flying for some time, Soarin had finally made it to Ponyville. The flight would’ve tired out lesser fliers but, for Soarin, it was a total walk in the park. Speaking of parks, Soarin landed right in the middle of Ponyville’s and gave his wings a quick stretch. He walked around the park for a bit just looking around at the nature surrounding it. Tranquility hung above the park like alcohol on your breath.

I should make my way towards the middle of town; try and find a hotel, Soarin reminded himself.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a pink earth pony with a poofy mane skipping gaily and humming a little song to herself. Soarin approached her hoping she would know where a place to stay was.

“Excuse me, miss? Do you know if there’s a place nearby to spend a couple nights?” Soarin asked.

The pink pony stared at him for a few seconds than, to Soarin’s astonishment, seem to float in the air for a pit and gasp.

“OH MY GOODNESS!” the pink pony yelled, “A super-duper NEW pony! I’ve never met you before! Are you new here? Where are you from? What’s your favorite color?”

The pony’s questions came out of her mouth at the same rate of an assembly line. Soarin didn’t have time to answer a single one. The pink pony then stopped and gasped again.

“Oh, I’m such a silly filly. I forgot to tell you my name! I’m Pinkie Pie and I’m friends with EVERYPONY in Ponyville! What’s your name?” she said while getting uncomfortable close to Soarin’s face.

Soarin looked into her cerulean eyes, which he thought were a little cute because they went so well with her pink coat and mane. His eyes also couldn’t avoid taking a quick glance at her large breasts that looked like they were barely contained by the light pink shirt she wore, but Soarin is a mild-mannered pony and didn’t stare. He opened his mouth to answer Pinkie Pie’s question, but he quickly stopped. Everypony associated the name “Soarin” with the Wonderbolts, plus he doubted there were many other ponies that shared that name. If he wanted to avoid massive crowds of autograph hungry ponies, he had to think of name and he had to think of it fast. He came to Ponyville to get away from the fans, not find new ones.

“I’m…Roadrunner,” it was the best Soarin could come up with the limited amount of time he was given, “I’ve come to visit Ponyville for a few days and I was looking for a hotel or something of the sort.”

“If you take 108 steps going steps going forward, then take a left and take 42 steps, then turn right and take another 23 steps, you’ll reach the Mane Hotel, Ponyville’s finest hotel!” Pinkie said in an energetic voice.

“The Mane Hotel. Okay, thank you very much…Pinkie Pie was it?” Soarin asked trying to clarify the bubbly pony’s name.

“Yuppie doodle!” Pinkie started to leave but quickly turned around, her breasts jiggling a bit as she spun, “One last thing, Roadrunner. I always throw big parties for every new pony that comes to Ponyville. Yours will be tonight at Sugarcube Corner. You can’t miss it. It’s a big, yummy looking, gingerbread house bakery that’s everypony’s favorite place because it has everypony’s favorite pony! It’s gonna be SOOOOOOOOO much fun. Probably more fun than you’ll ever have in your life!”

Soarin acknowledged the invitation and said he would be delighted to go. Pinkie Pie was awfully nice, but she was also a little zany. Besides, he wanted to rent a room at the Mane Hotel sooner rather than later so he could explore Ponyville. He and Pinkie went opposite directions and Soarin glanced quickly over his shoulder to sneak a peek at Pinkie’s butt. It was big and round, just like he thought it would be, but he snapped himself back to reality.

“Come on, Soarin. You know better than to do that,” Soarin reminded himself of his morals.

Soarin headed towards the Mane Hotel and took in the sites of Ponyville on the way there. So far, it was everything he hoped it to be. It was a perfect day outside and Ponyville’s residents were taking advantage of it. Soarin saw ponies having friendly conversations with each other, others waving to their neighbors, and a few fillies playing jump rope.

“Wow, this is like a Normane Rockwell painting!” Soarin said. Ponyville was definitely the perfect small town and was the perfect cure for Soarin’s stress.

The Mane Hotel came into full view and Soarin walked inside. For being a world famous Wonderbolt, he was surprised that not many ponies recognized him. However, most ponies only see him when he’s in his uniform. He wasn’t going to complain though. For once, he didn’t feel like he was on the run from his fans. The Mane Hotel wasn’t very big, mostly because Ponyville doesn’t get that many visitors compared to the big cities of Equestria. Nevertheless, it was still a very fine looking hotel. A beautiful Saddle Arabian carpet decorated the floor of the room and a fancy chandelier hung above it. Landscape paintings hung on the walls that added to the atmosphere of the hotel. Soarin approached the check in desk and was greeted by a white mare with a dark blue mane.

“Hi there, are you looking for a room?” the mare asked in a voice that matched a sweet look.

“Yeah, I was hoping too.” replied Soarin.

“We’ve got plenty of rooms available, friend!” the mare said with a warm smile. She turned around and took a key off the board that stood behind her. Turning back around, she handed the key to Soarin, who accepted it kindly.

Soarin thanked the friendly mare, who nodded back with a smile, and went to his room. The number was attached to the key chain; number 16. His room was just up a flight of stairs, so it didn’t take very long to get there. Once inside, Soarin dropped his luggage that he’d been carrying ever since he got to Ponyville and looked around the room. It was of medium size with only one bed, a queen sized, in the middle. Around the corner was the bathroom and just across from that a closet. There was also a dresser and night stand on the left and right sides of the bed respectively. Soarin made his way towards the dresser and started unpacking his luggage, which seemed to be getting heavier every second longer he held on to it. Once he was finished unpacking, he lied on his bed and stared at the ceiling.

“Wow, this bed is…really comfortable!” Soaring commented.

Drifting in and out of sleep, he thought about the sights of Ponyville he’d seen so far. They all gave him a warm feeling inside, like he was at peace. Perhaps the most intriguing thing was the wacky pony he had met when he first got there. Her name couldn’t come to Soarin’s head. Winkie Tie? Beady Eye? Pinkie Pie! That was it, Pinkie Pie! Soarin thought of her overwhelming friendliness, but his mind kept floating back to her overwhelmingly large breasts. He tried to shake the image out of his head; he barely knew the pony, but he couldn’t ignore their size. They weren’t ridiculously big, but they were well above average. While daydreaming about Pinkie, Soarin finally fell asleep. It had been a long day after all. On the night stand, a clock read 10:15 am.

Soarin awoke with a large yawn and gave all his limbs a stretch.

“I must’ve dozed off. I did have a late night and the thought of this whole trip kept me up for a good part of the night. It’s not like I have anywhere to be-PINKIE’S PARTY!” the lazy pegasus realized he had made a engagements, well, more like forced into one.

Soarin quickly looked at the clock next to him.

“7:30! How’d I sleep for almost eight hours? I guess my body needed to make up for the sleep it missed, but I don’t want to be late. Pinkie’s going out of her way to throw this party for me; I would hate to disappoint her.” Soarin said as he raced out of his bed like he was participating in a Wonderbolts Derby.

Ignoring the sheets, he hot-hoofed it over to the bathroom and fixed up his mane, washed his face, and gave his teeth a quick brush. Part of him worried that someone would find out that he was a Wonderbolt, so he decided to wear his mane a bit differently. He brushed it back so it was nice and smooth. He put on a different shirt than the one he wore earlier too. If Pinkie asked why he looked differently, he would simply tell her that he wanted to look like nicer for the party. Come to think of it, he had no idea what kind of party it was supposed to be. Judging by Pinkie’s attitude, it would probably be much more fun than the parties he’s forced to attend as a Wonderbolt, like the dreaded Grand Galloping Gala. A distant memory from the farthest parts of Soarin’s brain crept up on him and he faintly recalled seeing Pinkie Pie there a year or so ago. He shrugged off, blaming “Occupy: Soarin’s Thoughts” on Pinkie’s party, which would be starting pretty soon. Soarin left the hotel in a flash and walked quickly through the streets of Ponyville.

“This is strange,” Soarin muttered to himself, “why aren’t there any ponies outside? They couldn't all be at the party, could they?”

Sugarcube Corner appeared a few yards ahead of Soarin; he made his way there with haste. As he got closer, the sound of music began to fill his ears. The song was an upbeat dance tune and, once he was close enough, Soarin noticed the silhouettes of several ponies inside the tasty looking candy store. Soarin pushed the door open and was immediately engulfed in a Pinkie Pie hug.

“Roadrunner,” Soarin forgot about his false identity, “you’re here! I’m so super-duper happy you could make it that I gave you a ‘Pinkie Pie Party Pony Hug’!”

Maybe Pinkie didn’t notice, but Soarin’s face was right in the middle of her large cleavage. Soarin started forcing himself out of her powerful hug. Pinkie let go and Soarin looked back at her with a very embarrassed upon on his face.

“Your face is all red! Did my cupcakes do that to you?” Pinkie asked as she pointed to her large bust with a cute giggle.

Before Soarin got a chance to respond, Pinkie sped away to greet another group of ponies, stallions to be precise. Not once did they look Pinkie in the eye.

“Sheesh, they’re hard to not notice but at least look a girl in the eye when she talks to you,” Soarin said knowing full well that nopony could hear him because of the music.

Soarin made his way through the crowd and over to the snack table. While getting himself something to drink, he could hear Pinkie encouraging everyone to go and meet him. It made him think about the fans that would attack him endlessly after a performance. Soarin sighed and hoped that most of the party attendees would forget about his presence and just have fun. That’s all he wanted to do. Soarin looked around and took in the whole scene. The lights were turned down pretty low, but there were a few neon lights to shut out total darkness. The music was loud, but not deafening. The music contained a mix of electronic dance music to typical pop tune; nothing to really complain about. Pinkie Pie did say she was great at throwing parties and she was right, everypony was having a wonderful time. Soarin throw his empty cup into the trash and decided to go and mix in with the crowd. A yellow pegasus bumped into him because both ponies weren’t paying attention to where they were going. She made a cute squeal when she made contact with Soarin and her cyan eyes looked at him through her pink mane. Soarin tried to apologize, but the mysterious pegasus made a beeline towards the door; Soarin noticed the way her butt moved as she ran. For the countless time today, Soarin tried not to pay attention to the pony’s nice ass, but it was difficult to ignore. The yellow pegasus was gone from the party, but not Soarin’s mind. Soarin suddenly felt like all he could notice was the parts of a mare a stallion shouldn’t be caught staring at. Like dynamite, an explosion went off in his head. Maybe some of this stress and frustration was because the lack of activity in his sex life? The never-ending schedule of the Wonderbolts does prevent a stallion from having some alone time with a mare and the lack of it can cause some mental strain. Plus, the images of Pinkie’s big breasts and the fleeing pegasus’ ass didn’t do Soarin any good. Soarin was a handsome stallion, so he wouldn’t have any trouble picking up any dates and a party was the perfect place for it! In all honesty, Soarin wasn’t really looking to take a mare out to a nice dinner then get dessert at home afterwards. He really was just looking for a mare who wanted to have some fun. Soarin then went on the hunt for a mare that was willing to spend the night with a very handsome pegasus.

Rainbow Dash sat a table in the corner of Sugarcube Corner. She, like everyone else in Ponyville, was at Pinkie’s party for somepony that was new to Ponyville. Rainbow couldn’t think of the pony’s name that the party was being held for. Lawn Mower? What kind of pony would have the name Lawn Mower? Rainbow Dash didn’t really care either way. She really only came to the party because her best friends would be there and she was hoping to seduce a stallion for the night. Dash scouted the room, looking for a ripe stallion, but all she could see was Fluttershy running away from the party.

“Well, at least she made an attempt to come,” Dash complimented.

Dash continued scanning the room to find a stallion that wanted to have some fun. A light brown earth pony stood a few feet in front of her talking to some other ponies.

“Well, he looks pretty fit. Wonder if his skills in the sack are as good as his looks,” Dash said as she decided to go for it.

Dash walked towards the sociable stallion but, right before Dash was about to say how cool she was, two very drunk mares surrounded him. By the look in their eyes, Dash could tell they were looking for some action and the grin on the stallion’s face told her that he was going to give it to them.

“What? Are you fucking kidding me? Eugh, that’s just my dumb luck!” Dash said as she stomped her hoof on the ground and folded her arms.

Dash returned to the table she was previously sitting at and took a swig of her drink.

“Maybe I’ll get a stallion if I get as drunk as those two sluts,” Dash mumbled.

Her good friend Applejack saw that Rainbow was one of the only few ponies that wasn’t on the dance floor. With beads of sweat trickling down her face, Applejack approached her down-in-the-dumps friend.

“What’s the matter, sugarcube? Why aren’t ya enjoying the party with the rest of us? We’re all having a great time!” Applejack said trying to persuade her friend.

“Hey, Applejack. I don’t really like this song playing, that’s why I’m not dancing,” Dash lied.

“Dash, you’re party poopin’ butt has been sitting here ever since the party started…plus this song just started playing,” Applejack told her friend, “now, what’s the real reason you aren’t enjoying the party?”

“Everypony’s getting hooked up with a stallion except me! Why? I’m cooler than most of these other ponies, not to mention I’m sexier too, but not one stallion has talked to me!” Dash sighed in frustration.

“Aw, come on now sugarcube. Not every mare’s going to be having some great time with a stallion tonight. Rarity’s too picky, Twilight sure ain’t gonna pick any of THESE stallions, and Fluttershy is…wait a minute, where is Fluttershy?” Applejack asked looking for her shy friend.

“Ha, you think Fluttershy’s going to stay at a party with all these stallions, especially with the body she’s got? I mean, her breasts aren’t as big as Pinkie’s or…yours, but every stallion’s eyes are drawn to her ass!” Dash got up from the table and pointed to her fit butt, “My butt’s a billion times sexier than Fluttershy’s!”

Applejack fixed her red button up shirt so her cleavage didn’t show so much after hearing Dash point out the sex appeal of her friends. Rainbow Dash didn’t have the largest breasts, but they weren’t the smallest either. Plus, Dash knew as well as Applejack that plenty of rumors floated around Ponyville that she only liked mares. Dash’s head hit the table with a depressing sigh.

“I don’t like mares, Applejack. I like stallion cock!” Dash said with a muffled voice.

A chuckle escaped Applejack after hearing Dash say something like that. Rarity, Pinkie, and Applejack had all been with stallions before (she wasn’t so sure about Twilight), but Rainbow Dash hardly was. Applejack patted Dash on the back and tried to get her to dance with her best friends.

“Dash, you’ll get a stallion tonight, but not by sitting here moanin’ and groanin’! A stallion should be making you do that! Now, get off your ass and have some fun with us!” Applejack said in the stern voice of a friend.

Dash looked up at Applejack, a few tears beginning to form in her eyes, and realized that Applejack was right. She decided to join her friend. A huge smile as bright as Celestia’s sun beamed across Applejack’s face and the two friends went to straight to the dance floor to join Rarity, Twilight, and Pinkie. The four mares danced to the music with the rest of the crowd. Dash was beginning to have a good time. She also saw a few stallions taking notice of her, which is what she really wanted. With more eyes on her, Dash started to dance more seductively, putting in more sway in her hips and shaking her ass a little. She could tell a few of the drunker stallions noticed the way her butt moved in her black athletic shorts while others saw the slight jiggle of her breasts in her blue tank top. Applejack, unlike the stallions, noticed the smile on her friend’s face; it made her smile too and she continued to dance with her friend.

“Uhhhhhh, I already have a date tonight. You’re cute, but I don’t think I’m game for a threesome,” a mare said to Soarin.

What Soarin thought was going to be a walk in the park turned out to be harder than his training when he first became a Wonderbolt!

“That’s the sixth mare that’s rejected me! Are you fucking kidding me? That’s just my dumb luck!” Soarin said as he stomped his hoof on the ground and folded his arms.

Soarin didn’t understand what was wrong. He was muscular, handsome, and nice to everypony that he’d met at the party. Maybe it was because no mare had ever seen him before? Could it be the incredibly idiotic name “Roadrunner”? He cursed himself for not thinking of a better name.

“If I told these mares I was THE Soarin, I wouldn’t be able to get them off my dick!” said Soarin rather vulgarly.

Soarin was about to go back to the snack table for another drink, he lost count of how many he’d already had, but he saw a pegasus towards the center of the dance floor. As she moved, her rainbow mane moved perfectly with her. Her face showed the definition of happiness in so many ways. Soarin caught a glimpse of her beautiful cerise eyes and how well they complemented her rainbow mane and cerulean coat. Her legs were those of an athlete and he could tell her wings were strong too. He watched in awe as her hips and butt rocked in perfect synchronization. Why hadn’t he noticed this pegasus earlier? She was beautiful! Soarin kept staring at her cute butt as she danced and, sometimes, glanced at her breasts. Her body was similar to Spitfire’s but, in Soarin’s view, was much hotter. The sweat glistened off of her like dew on the grass and added to her beauty.

“I don’t know if I’m drunk, but this pegasus is…wow,” Soarin said with a slight slur of his words.

Soarin moved towards her and hoped she would agree to his inevitable request. When he got close, Pinkie Pie popped up from behind the pegasus and ran up to him.

“Hiya again, Roadrunner! Are you having fun? This is a great party, huh? Everyone’s having a super great time!” Pinkie said putting an arm around Soarin.

“Hi, Pinkie. Yeah, this party sure is something,” Soarin said slowly removing Pinkie’s arm off of him, “are these your friends?”
“Are these my friends? They’re my bestest friends ever! Let me introduce you to them!” Pinkie said as she grabbed Soarin by the wrist and yanking him to where she, and the cerulean pegasus, were dancing.

Pinkie Pie introduced all her friends to Soarin. There was the orange earth pony Applejack, who had a cute face. A white unicorn with a mane that looked like she spent hours working on it named Rarity. Soarin was somewhat surprised to see Twilight Sparkle there, but he remembered that she lived in Ponyville.

Hold up, if that’s Twilight Sparkle then…they’re the Elements of Harmony! That blue one must be, what was her name, Rainbow Crash! No, that’s not it. Oh, Rainbow DASH! I remember her from the Grand Galloping Gala, not to mention she saved my life at the Young Flyers Competition. Soarin realized.

Pinkie mentioned a Fluttershy, a shy yellow pegasus, but told him she must’ve left the party. Soarin giggled and said he had run into her on her way out. Pinkies seemed pleased, but she excused herself as she found two stallion friends that she was going to “have a special party upstairs” with. With Pinkie gone, Soarin got a chance to know the Elements, well, mostly Rainbow Dash.

“Hi! You’re Lawn Mower right?” Rainbow Dash asked pointing at Soarin.

“Lawn Mower? No, I’m Roadrunner.” Soarin laughed.

“Did I really just say Lawn Mower? Wow…heh, sorry about that Roadrunner,” Dash asked with an embarrassed laugh.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s probably a better name than Roadrunner anyway.” Soarin joked.

The two pegasi joined in a laugh together.

“Twi, maybe we should let these two chat for a bit?” Applejack winked at Twilight. Twilight responded with a nod and a little giggle.

Soarin and Dash got lost in each other’s eyes. They continued to talk for a bit and shared a few more laughs. Soarin was really starting to like her, but they were both pretty drunk.

“I’m so glad I found a stallion! I was worried I was going to have to clop again tonight.” Dash said with a relief.

Soarin’s ears perked when he heard her say that. His face turned a little red, yet you couldn’t tell due to the alcohol in his system. Dash, however, noticed and rubbed the back of her head.

“I, I shouldn’t have said that out loud…”

Soarin thought of Dash clopping. He pictured her fingers slipping in and out of her wet pussy, a hand on one of her breasts, as she worked to reach an orgasm. He almost started to salivate at the image of her spraying her juices everywhere.

“You know,” Soarin said, “I’m actually glad I found a mare, because I was worried I was going to be clopping tonight!”

Dash also pictured her new friend clopping. She imagined his hand running up and down his cock, increasing with pace as his orgasm got closer, until his cum shot all over his stomach. Dash started to get excited and wanted what she was dreaming about. The two pegasi, now drunk and horny, looked each other in the eyes. They both saw the other’s imagination.

“Do you want to head back to my place?” asked Soarin.

“I think I’d really enjoy that…” Rainbow slurred seductively.

The two sexually reprieved ponies left the party and headed to the Mane Hotel. Soarin’s hand grasped Dash’s ass as they strolled through the empty streets. Dash’s hand reached over and grabbed his. Both knew it was going to be one hell of a night.

Author's Note

Well, there's Chapter 2! I've been amazed at the favorites I've received and I just wanted to thank you all for reading! It's over yet, probably a few more chapters to go. Hope you enjoy! Also, I wonder how many people can guess where I got the nickname "Roadrunner" from?