Last Nite

“You’re Soarin! THE Soarin! Like, the WONDERBOLT! This is so awesome!” Rainbow Dash said as she flew and did a backflip in the air to express her enthusiasm.

Soarin was actually surprised at how Dash didn’t even seem upset that he lied to her; he was surprised at himself though. He would’ve never let alcohol get a hold of him and take advantage of mare. When he thought about what he did, his stomach began to feel sick.

“I can’t believe I just had SEX with Soarin! Last night must’ve been the best night ever (I wish I could remember it), though I probably drank a little too much,” Dash said with a slight chuckle.

“Rainbow Dash, aren’t you upset at all? I mean, I did lie to you, which I fully regret doing, but that party gave me a new sense of freedom and, admittedly, I drank much more than I should’ve. This whole thing just feels…wrong,” Soarin said with a somber voice.

“Are you kidding!? This is so right! I fucked a stallion that was a Wonderbolt! How in Equestria can that be wrong!?” Dash flew towards Soarin so she ended up inches away from his face. It made Soarin feel a bit uncomfortable, mostly because both ponies were still completely naked.

Soarin cleared his throat and gently pushed Dash back so she wasn’t so close to him.

“Look, we both had a rough and exciting night,” Soarin pointed towards the disheveled bed sheets as an example, “and I can obviously tell you’re very thrilled, but I can’t just let you shrug off my deceit; I’m not that kind of stallion.”

Soarin’s manners had some sort of magical effect on Rainbow Dash. Stallions in Ponyville were always nice to her and every other pony, but she’s never seen them act with the same mannerisms as Soarin. She liked it; Rainbow Dash felt like more than just a regular mare.

“Well, you did just give me the night of my life, so the least I could do is listen to what you have to say,” Dash said.

Soarin nodded and began picking up his clothes. If he was going to have a conversation, he wasn’t going to be naked. He picked up his shirt from off the floor along with Dash’s shorts. He tossed them over to her; she caught them perfectly. After recovering the rest of his wardrobe, Soarin turned away from Dash and got dressed. Dash was a little quizzed by this since hours ago the two had just fucked each other.

Just decency, I guess. Rainbow Dash thought as she gathered up the rest of her clothes and covered herself.

After the two hung-over ponies were dressed, Soarin fixed the sheets and looked at Dash. Her mane wasn’t neatly brushed, but it didn’t detract from her looks. The alcohol may have clouded his mind, but it sure as hell didn’t cloud Dash’s beauty. Few ponies looked like Rainbow Dash and Soarin admired it. She stood out; it would be impossible for you to not notice her. It made Soarin think of himself, especially when he’s in his Wonderbolt outfit.

“Um, can I help you with something?” Dash asked, successfully snapping Soarin back to reality.

“I, uh, was just about to ask you if you wanted to grab some breakfast or something,” asked Soarin with the clear sign of embarrassment in his eyes. Dash giggled at the sight of such a famous pony feeling uncomfortable.

“Sure, I’m pretty sure the Mane Hotel has free breakfast anyways. Both of us could probably use a black coffee, too,” Dash replied.

With everything looking orderly, the two began to leave the room. Soarin was about to open the door, but was suddenly stopped by Dash.

“Hold up,” she said as she turned him around, “you’re mane’s a mess. There’s no way you can go out looking like that!” She ran her fingers through his mane, trying to make it look presentable. His hair was soft to the touch and smooth. Dash kept sorting Soarin’s sloppy mane until it was too her liking, though she could’ve kept playing with his mane.

“There, looks perfect now! Though Rainbow Dash doesn’t spend hours on her hair like Rarity, she still knows how to make a mane look nice,” Dash said with a cute smile, “Does mine look okay?”

“It looks fine to me but,” Soarin fixed the parts of her mane that stood out of place, “there’s a few parts that need to be taken care of.” Soarin enjoyed the way her mane felt. Like his, it was soft and smooth. Though she didn’t really seem to show it, Soarin had a hunch that Dash did care about the way she looks. He wished she wouldn’t though. There wasn’t anything wrong with her.

Once their manes were fixed, Soarin and Rainbow Dash looked into each other’s eyes. They seemed to act like mirrors, reflecting so much back to them. So much of themselves lied in their each other’s eyes.

“We should get going. It’s 10 in the morning and I’m not sure how long they serve breakfast for downstairs,” suggested Dash.

Soarin nodded and the two left the room. After the couple got downstairs, they entered the dining area, which really wasn’t anything more than a few tables and booths; it looked very similar to a coffee shop. Soarin and Dash took a seat at a booth that sat in the corner of the room.

The waitress approached them and asked if they were ready to order. They both ordered black coffee.

“Have a fun night, huh?” the waitress said with a smirk, “good for you two!”

Soarin rolled her eyes as the waitress departed. She seemed a little nosey, which annoyed Soarin. He ignored it and looked around what he decided to call a café. Like the rest of the hotel, it was nice and clean. Soft music played in the background and went fitting with the photos on the walls. Soarin’s sightseeing was interrupted by Rainbow Dash.

“So, why exactly are you in Ponyville, ‘Roadrunner’,” Dash inquired.

Soarin drew in a heavy sigh. “Well, I needed a vacation.”

“A vacation? A vacation from the Wonderbolts? Who’d ever want that?”

“I would, well, did. Don’t get me wrong, I love being a Wonderbolt, it was always a dream of mine since I first saw the Wonderbolts put on a show back when I was a colt, but it just started to become too much. Shows, practices, and fans everywhere. The rest of the team didn’t really seem to mind it, but I did. I could never get any alone time, just some time to relax, which really would’ve done my muscles some good. I decided I needed a vacation, so Spitfire allowed me to take one.”

“Wow! I can’t believe Spitfire let you take a vacation! She’s so, how should I put it, intense.” Dash said.

“Yeah, but she means well. She would go to the ends of Equestria to do what’s best for her team, that’s why she’s our captain,” Soarin said warmly.

“Why’d you call yourself Roadrunner?”

“I figured I couldn’t run around saying I was Soarin, since everypony knows who I am. I’d just be experiencing what I wanted to escape from. Roadrunner was the first thing that came to my head. I think it was the nickname of some famous pony athlete, eh, who knows?”

The waitress returned with Soarin and Rainbow Dash’s coffee. She poured it into their cups and left, telling she hoped they enjoyed it. The conversation paused so the two could take a sip; it wasn’t very good, probably because it was just straight black.

“Eugh, I hate black coffee. I hate headaches. I hate getting drunk!” Rainbow Dash said in frustration.

“Same, I don’t see how anyone can drink this stuff,” Soarin said as he swished around the coffee in his cup, “Anyways, why don’t you tell me about yourself? We probably did this last night, but I can’t really remember much of our conversation. There was something about a yellow pegasus?”

“Yeah, that’s Fluttershy, one of my best friends. She ran away from the party, like she usually does. She’s shy, but she’s got a kind heart. You’ve already met Pinkie, she’s crazy, but everypony loves her. You met Twilight, Rarity, and Applejack too. Applejack’s probably my best friend, since we have so much in common. Plus, she’s the only pony around here that can actually give me a challenge when it comes to athletics. I guess that’s really about it.” Dash said.

“Well, what about you?” Soarin asked. Not to be rude, but he wasn’t all that interested in her friends, but much more intrigued by her.

“Me? I’m the coolest pony around! I love flying and I’m the best at it too. The best flyer in Equestria! Though, I think you know that after I saved your life,” Dash smiled as she saw that that made Soarin blush, “I like to play pranks too, usually with Pinkie Pie. What else is there? Oh, I have the coolest pet tortoise named Tank! He’s a total badass! I like to read those Daring Do books; you should totally check them out if you’ve never read them. I guess to top it all off, my dream is to be a Wonderbolt…like you.”

Soarin was disappointed that Dash had stopped telling him about herself. They were so similar. Soarin loved flying, didn’t mind playing a few pranks, and even enjoyed the Daring Do series (who didn’t though?). Rainbow Dash was like the female version of Soarin, but maybe 20% cooler.

This pony is amazing! Maybe last night wasn’t so bad. I just wish I could remember having sex with her; I’m sure it was fucking incredible. Soarin thought to himself.

“Become a Wonderbolt. Well, if I remember correctly, you are a fast flyer. Hey, were you and your friends ever at the Grand Galloping Gala? I think I remember seeing you there,” Soarin questioned.

“Grand Galloping Gala? Nope. Never. Heh, I usually wouldn’t go to something like that, too boring.”

“Are you sure? I distinctly remember a pony who looked just like you saving my pie, which I could’ve sworn I bought from your friend Applejack, from smashing on the ground.”

“Had to have been somepony else…”

Soarin stared Rainbow Dash down. He knew she was lying. The night was unforgettable, mostly because of the ruckus her and her five friends caused. It really made the constantly boring gala exciting, plus the looks on some of those Canterlot ponies’ faces were just priceless.

“Dammit, yeah, I was there and I saved your precious pie,” Dash said as she sat back into the booth, “It’s not like I’m the only one here who’s lied before.”

Soarin’s heart sunk. He still felt utterly terrible about what he did to Dash. He knew he didn’t rape her or anything of the sort, but it sure did feel like he did. He would usually never have sex with a pony he barely knew and, after getting to know Rainbow Dash, he felt even worse about it. He looked down at his hooves and played with the utensils on the table.

“Hey, come on, I was only kidding!” Dash teased and giving Soarin a playful shove in the shoulder.

“I know but, I just feel awful about it. Last night was so unlike me. I let alcohol get the best of me and I could’ve gotten reckless. What if I didn’t take you home with me? What if I took home a drunk, married mare and then faced the wrath of her husband? What if I fucked some under aged mare and got her pregnant? Wait…did I cum inside you? Please tell me I pulled out!” Soarin demanded.

“Relax! Yeah, you pulled out, twice. Although I’m not entirely upset about not being able to swallow a huge load of cum which, to be honest, would probably taste better than this coffee. And, yeah, I get you’re worried about what could have been, but none of those things happened. I know you were you drunk, I was drunk too if you can’t recall. You didn’t rape me, any stallion that did would be dead in ten seconds flat! We all make stupid mistakes but, last night, I don’t think was a stupid mistake,” said Rainbow Dash truthfully.

“You don’t?” Soarin said looking up. Dash could see that tears were trying to force their way out, but Soarin held them back.

“Of course not! In fact, last night was perfect. Most stallions around here think I’m a lesbian,” Dash motioned towards her mane, “but I like stallions! Getting rutted by a stallion wasn’t the highlight of my night though; it was that I got rutted by Soarin, which was so much better than I imagined it would be…did I just say that out loud?”

Soarin laughed and his spirits began to brighten. Dash was right. Last night wasn’t so bad. He finally got to have some release and ended up meeting a one-of-a-kind mare. In fact, he wished he could experience it all over again, except this time sober. Soarin placed his hand on top of Dash’s.

“I don’t think you’re a lesbian. I do think you’re pretty damn cool though. Thanks, Dash. I’ll admit, I was overreacting a little,” Soarin leaned in to kiss Dash. She was all too willing to accept.

The kiss, unlike the one they shared last night, wasn’t plagued by the taste of alcohol. This time, it was blessed with the taste of love. Nopony forced a tongue inside; instead they just embraced each other. A few seconds later, Soarin pulled away.

“Dash, I love you.”

Rainbow Dash was in a state of shock. Everything was happening pretty fast, even by her standards. Soarin, her favorite Wonderbolt, had just kissed her. Not just a “thanks for sucking my cock” kiss, an actual, meaningful kiss. Deep down, Dash shared all the same feelings Soarin. He was one of the main reasons she wanted to be a Wonderbolt. Whenever she would think about being part of the daring flying team, she always thought about her being partners with Soarin. Now, he was right in front of her, something she always wanted.

“I love you too, Soarin,” Dash said as she and him joined in another kiss.

After their second kiss, the couple decided to leave and enjoy the day out in Ponyville. Soarin suggested what they should do, as he had barely any knowledge of the place.

“You know, I do want to be a Wonderbolt,” Dash hinted.

“Yeah?” Soarin asked.

“Well, I think I should test myself to see how good I am so, how ‘bout a race?”

Soarin couldn’t say no to a race, especially one against Rainbow Dash.

Author's Note

Fourth chapter is done! I see probably two or three more chapters left before this story comes to close. Hopefully, I can get chapter five up by the end of this weekend. I'd like to get this story done soon because I have an idea of a Derpy and Rainbow Dash story (not clop, will be totally safe) that I really want to write. I would write it now, but I take one story at a time Anyways, hope you enjoy!