Long Distance Call

Sound waves emitted from the answering machine ocean in Soarin’s room. Besides their constant movement, everything else seemed completely still. All Soarin could do was sit on his bed, staring to the floor in astonishment. Was that even the right word to use? It wasn’t just astonishment he was experiencing; anger, curiosity, and disbelief all played their respective symphonies in his emotional orchestration. The message had stopped playing. Soarin hadn’t stopped thinking. Again, he played the message. He had to hear it again, just to force himself to accept it. For a second time, the message started:

“Good afternoon, Soarin. This is Spitfire and I was told I could contact you here. If this isn’t Soarin, my apologies and I would greatly appreciate if you could stop listening to this message. If I’m right, and this is Soarin, then you definitely need to continue listening. First off, I hope you’re enjoying your vacation and it’s all that you hoped it would be. Anyways, I’m calling to tell you that you need to return back to Cloudsdale and get back to Wonderbolt practice. Now, don’t go thinking any hostile thoughts towards me, I really wish I could let you stay, but we’ve had an injury here. Rapidfire went and broke one of his wings, so now we’re too many ponies short to continue on performing. It wouldn’t be a problem if we could cancel our upcoming shows, but we can’t. I’ll need you to leave Ponyville as soon as you can. Again, I’m truly sorry, but you are still a Wonderbolt, which means you still need to fulfill your duties. I hope to see you within the next two days, earlier if you can. Until then, goodbye!”

The words seemed to crawl out of the machine, each and everyone one scratching along Soarin’s body. Admittedly, Soarin’s vacation was nearing its end, but he didn’t think it would be this soon. Part of him blamed Rapidfire’s carelessness. If he didn’t injure himself, Soarin would have just a few more days to spend in Ponyville. Two more days means 48 more hours. 48 hours means 2,880 more minutes. 2,880 minutes means 172,800 more seconds. 172, 800 more seconds with Rainbow Dash. That number decreased nonstop. 172, 800; 172, 799; 172, 798. Soarin was about to play the message for a third time when he made himself realize the facts. The story was coming to a close and he needed to make sure its characters knew it. He wanted to leave right now, but was too tired to make a move towards the door. Sleep got the best of him.

Rainbow Dash was fast asleep in her bed, completely wiped about from her weather duties of the day. Usually she wasn’t this tired, but it had been a very busy week; everything just caught up with her. In her dream, a film of the week’s past events played. She and her friends all set in the cinema, watching each scene intently. Even though she wasn’t much of a movie enthusiast, she loved this one, being awestruck by one of its main characters: Soarin. Never before had she felt such a connection with a character. Once the film had finished, the patrons had begun to leave. Trash didn’t lie upon the theater’s floors. Everything was spotless. As Dash exited the theater with her friends, they all discussed their opinions on the film. Each enjoyed a particular part over another, but Dash couldn’t get over Soarin. She expressed her amazement at how real a fictional character felt. Pinkie, of all ponies, was the one to tell her the truth: Soarin wasn’t fictional. He was in deed a reality. Right on cue, Soarin tapped her on the shoulder. She spun around and became locked into both his eyes and his lips. Outside of her dream, Dash slept soundly with a smile on her face. She was looking forward to spending a whole day with Soarin tomorrow.

Soarin was up before Celestia’s sun. He only slept for a few hours, which translated into several Rainbow Dash-less seconds. Once he was up, he had to wait patiently for the day to get started. It wouldn’t be very considerate of him to rush over to Dash’s house in the early hours of the morning. Waiting gave him time to think of what he was going to say. How would Dash react to hearing he would have to leave her? He hoped to Celestia she wouldn’t be angry; Soarin didn’t have much of a say in the matter. After waiting for almost 11,000 seconds, Soarin decided it was time to meet up with Dash for what could be their last time together.

Rays of sun shone through Dash’s windows and gently woke her. With a yawn and a stretch, Rainbow Dash rose out of her bed. She noticed not only a tiny wet spot on the bed, but on her pants as well.

“Guess we got a little excited last night,” the groggy pegasus said.

She didn’t bother cleaning the sheets as they didn’t require it. Her hands maneuvered themselves around her bed to fix the sheets. Once that task was complete, she freshened up in the bathroom. After preparing herself for the day, Dash prepared her breakfast and ate it while looking out of the window. The sun seemed to shine brighter than usual, which she took as a signal that today would be on the brighter side of things. Dash turned her attention back to her breakfast and read the newspaper.

“Huh, the Wonderbolts have been plagued by an injury. Wonder if they would take any last second additions,” Dash fantasized.

Before she could start the article, a knock on her door attracted her attention.

“I wonder who that could be,” Dash asked herself while she walked towards the door. The knocking hadn’t stopped; the rate at which the knocks came had actually increased. It only made Dash more and more curious. She opened the door and was bombarded by Soarin. Her lover didn’t waste a second to plant his lips right onto hers. Obviously, Dash was surprised, but she also felt extremely touched.

“Did you really miss me that badly?” Dash asked after she had pulled away from Soarin’s kiss.

Soarin looked into Dash’s eyes for the umpteenth time. Before, he could only think of how beautiful she was, how mesmerizing her eyes were, each one having a hypnotic effect on him. Soarin couldn’t think of any words to say; he didn’t want to tell her the harsh truth.

“Soarin? Is everything alright? You’ve just been standing there,” Dash asked worryingly.

Rather than say something, Soarin wrapped his arms around Dash’s body. Her body was warm. It comforted Soarin in the most satisfying way possible. When he rubbed his hands through her rainbow mane, it was like running your hand across silk. Hell, it was probably softer than that. Soarin didn’t want to let go of Dash. He didn’t want to leave her.

“Soarin, I’m worried. You’re acting a bit strange.”

Her voice. Her lovely voice. Soarin wanted to take it and keep it for himself; make a vinyl record of it and listen to it for the rest of his life. His hug loosened and he pulled away from the lovely pegasus. Dash could see tears forming in the sides of his eyes.

“Rainbow Dash, you have no idea how much I love you.”

Dash tried to smile, but she just couldn’t. Something wasn’t right. Soarin wasn’t acting normally and then there was the quiet appearance of the tears in his eyes.

“I love you too Soarin, but I know something’s bothering you. Here, come on and take a seat on the couch.”

Soarin accepted the invitation and entered into Dash’s home. He made his way towards the couch that sat in the center of her living room while Dash poured water into a cup. When she handed the cup over to Soarin, his fingers touched her hand and refused to pull back. Once they finally cooperated with Soarin’s brain, his hand fell onto the couch. He took a sip of the cold water, feeling refreshed as it traveled down his throat. How could he tell Dash about the message he had received? Seeing as there wasn’t any easy way to do it, Soarin decided to be blunt with her.

“Last night, after I came home from Twilight’s, I had a message on my answering machine.”

“Oh? That’s interesting,” Dash said.

“It was Spitfire.”

Dash raised an eyebrow. Her mind began to open the puzzle box and search for the right pieces.

“She called to tell me that,” Soarin hesitated. “To tell me that I needed to come back and leave Ponyville.”

Dash moved in closer to the upset Soarin. A part of her had completely finished the puzzle while another was still stumped by it.

“Well, when does she want you back? Five days or something?” Dash asked.

Soarin shook his slowly. “No,” he said quietly. “She wants me back in about two days, which probably really means one. I’d say I have one day left in Ponyville; one day left with you.” Soarin closed his eyes and put his head down. He couldn’t accept his unfortunate reality.

The puzzle was complete in every room of Dash’s mind. She too had a difficult time accepting the unacceptable. She loved Soarin more than any pony she had met. For the first time, she had actually experienced the true feeling of love.

“Soarin,” Dash turned his head so it faced hers. “I don’t want you to go.”

A tear escaped Soarin’s eye; he never cried. “I don’t want to either, but we both know I have to. I wish I could stay here and not worry about the Wonderbolts or time or any other damn thing except you.”

By this time, tears had swelled up in Dash’s eyes as well. Never before had she met a pony so caring and loving.

“You don’t have to leave right now though! You can still stay for one more day!” Dash reminded.

Soarin knew that of course, it was just the fact that it was only one day. Shouldn’t he make the best of it though? Soarin gave a deep breath, signaling that Dash was right. He looked at Dash, placed his hands on hers, and leaned in for a kiss.
“I want my last day in Ponyville to be spent entirely with you,” Soarin said with a loving smile.

He ran his hand down her shoulder, wanting to touch every inch of it. Dash shivered a bit at his touch, but quickly warmed up to it. She let Soarin’s hand go wherever it wanted, whether it be her breasts, back, or legs. Dash wanted Soarin to feel her. His touch was gentle, like it had been ever since they meet just a few days ago. A moan would escape her whenever he’d massage one of her breasts, especially when a finger would pay close attention to a nipple. His hands were firm, but never rough. Soarin pecked at her neck while rubbing her inner thigh. What he wouldn’t do to touch Dash like this all night long. With each touch, Dash would take a quick breath or moan softly; Soarin will never be able to describe Dash’s beauty completely. Dash’s arousal was very noticeable around her crotch, an ever-growing wet spot forming right in between her fine legs. Soarin’s arousal was also impossible to miss, with a bulge in his pants growing larger every second. This time, there wouldn’t be any interruptions. Soarin slipped a hand past Dash’s pants and right outside her loving entrance. The juices from her increasingly wet vagina spread around Soarin’s nimble fingers. As Soarin pushed his fingers into her pussy, Dash closed her eyes and sighed. His touch was incredible. For a few minutes, Soarin rubbed Dash’s wet pussy, each and every moment doing its best to please his special mare. He didn’t want her to climax just yet, so he withdrew his fingers from her snatch and began to remove his pants. He had been inside of her two previous times and loved every second of it. This time would definitely be cherished the most though. Soarin fully removed his pants and got himself in the right position.

“Dash, you have no idea how much I love you.”

“Why don’t you show me then?”

On that note, Soarin slid his penis into Dash’s welcoming hole. Like his previous touches, it was gentle; Soarin wanted Dash to feel euphoria not agony. Dash’s eyes shut as Soarin pushed himself into her. Due to his size, Dash certainly felt full. She could feel his member grow and throb while it was in her. There wasn’t any feeling like it in the world. Soarin had found his rhythm and followed it like an orchestra, pushing in and out of Dash right on cue. Dash’s breathing became more rapid, her heart beat faster, and her moans grew in volume.

“Oh, Soarin, I want every inch of you.”

Soarin obliged and pushed more of his cock into the horny mare. As he thrust into her, Soarin couldn’t take his eyes off Dash’s breasts that moved with each push. The image of Dash’s tongue rolling out of her mouth was also a sight to behold.

“Don’t worry about pulling out. I want you to fill me up,” Dash pleaded in between her moans.

The speed of Soarin’s thrusts increased gradually, which only made Dash react more passionately. She didn’t have to worry about anypony hearing her, so she let it all out. Soarin had begun pushing all of his length that Dash could take inside and Dash loved it. Moans echoed throughout the house, the constant sign of Dash’s pleasure. Soarin, too, was grunting as he added force to each push. Soarin was extremely close to his limit.

“I’m about to cum. How are you holding up?”

“I-I can’t hold it anymore, Soarin! Let’s cum together!”

With a nod, Soarin fucked Rainbow Dash’s pussy relentlessly, though there was so much passion present. The two ponies were deep in the grasps of love, most likely never to be freed; they couldn’t care less. With one deep, final thrust, Soarin released his seed into Dash’s pussy, coating her walls with his hot, thick cum. Dash clamped down on his cock and even squirted a little. It was undoubtedly the most powerful orgasm she had ever had and she couldn’t be happier that Soarin was the catalyst in it. After shooting a few smaller shots into Dash, Soarin pulled himself out of his lover and collapsed beside her on the couch.

“You never cease to amaze me, Dash. You’re so beautiful,” Soarin lifted himself up and stamped a kiss right on Dash’s forehead.

“I love you, Soarin. I want you to stay here forever,” Dash said as she kissed him back.

Soarin slowly fell back down onto the couch. The two ponies were exhausted, having expressed their love for each other in the loveliest way there is. In each other’s arms, sleep cast its spell.

Many hours later, Soarin awoke alone. He looked around Dash’s home, calling out the name of its owner, but couldn’t find her anywhere.

“Where could she have gone to?” Soarin asked himself.

Out of curiosity, Soarin went outside to see if the pegasus was there. Sure enough, she was. Dash sat alone on a cloud, staring out at the sunset. Soarin flew over to her.

“Dash, what are you doing out here all alone?”

“You know, for my whole life I’ve never stopped and admired the beauty of life. I’ve flown through thunderstorms and broken the sound barrier, but I never took a moment to just…watch. I never realized how beautiful the sunset was.”

Soarin smiled a little and joined his lover in watching Celestia’s sun retreat for the day. It was something to be mesmerized at. A perfect blend of oranges, purples, and a whole array of colors Soarin had never seen before.

“I don’t want you to go,” Dash said, turning towards Soarin. Tears were strolling down her soft cheeks.

Soarin frowned. He didn’t want to leave either. “I know, Dashie. I know.” He leaned in closer to her.

The departing sun shone through the scattered clouds of the evening sky. The two had never seen a more beautiful sky.

“Dash, I’ll forever be in your debt.”

Dash’s ears perked up. “Debt? Why?”

“The reason I needed a vacation from the Wonderbolts was because I felt as if I was falling out of love with flying. I didn’t feel free anymore; I couldn’t enjoy what had previously made me feel something indescribable. But you’ve shown me the true beauty of flying.”

“How?”

“Because every time I fly, every time I perform, I will also be thinking of you. Not another thought will enter my head. You’ve rescued me from giving up something I couldn’t live without and, for that, I will always be grateful.”

It was impossible for Dash to stop the tears now. She rested her head on Soarin’s shoulder. They were enjoying their final moments together in serenity.

“How would you like to become a Wonderbolt?”

“What? You mean, just like that?” Dash bolted up in surprised.

“I know a good flyer when I see one and Spitfire knows that too. All I would have to do is tell her how talented you are. You’d be a Wonderbolt in 10 seconds flat.”

Dash’s eyes danced around. She was being offered the opportunity of a lifetime. Become a Wonderbolt with Soarin. It was too good to pass up, for other ponies that is.

“Soarin, I love you more than anything, but when I made becoming a Wonderbolt my dream, I promised myself to never take shortcuts. I’ll work as hard as I have to to make my dream a reality. Besides, I can remember a certain pony saying that the only way to become a Wonderbolt is to work hard, stay dedicated, push yourself to the next level.”

Those words did sound familiar. They were the same words that Soarin said to the other ponies at Sugarcube Corner. He hadn’t known Dash listened that closely or taken them so close to heart.

“As much as I would love to become a Wonderbolt, the easy was isn’t the way for me. If I have to take the route that’ll strain my wings and exhaust me, well, then that will be the one I take,” Dash continued.

Soarin smiled. “With an attitude like that, I’ll be seeing you in a flightsuit in no time.”

Dash beamed back at Soarin, even brighter than the setting sun. They continued to watch the sun, fully knowing that with each passing second, their time together was shortening. But that was not matter. Tomorrow was another day. Tomorrow wasn’t out of reach; it was closer than it had ever been.

“I love you, Soarin.”

“I love you too, Rainbow Dash.”

Crowds of thousands cheered throughout the stadium. Everypony was mesmerized by the Wonderbolts’ performance that had just finished in spectacular fashion. The audience began to leave and return home. Young colts and fillies pretended to be like their heroes that they had just watched. All of them were dreaming of doing the same stunts in the same uniform someday. One pony in the stadium had been dreaming that for as long as she could remember. Rainbow Dash had attended the show and fully enjoyed it; possibly one of the best she had seen in quite some time. Dash left the stands with the large crowd of entertained ponies. They had come to see the Wonderbolts, but she had come to see Soarin. It had been a whole two months since she had last seen him. Over 87,500 minutes had gone since the two were together. They had certainly kept in touch, writing each other at every opportunity they had. Sadly, Dash wouldn’t be able to talk to Soarin after the show. The Wonderbolts needed to depart quickly to Baltimare for yet another show. They surer did have a busy schedule, but it was summer and the Wonderbolts always had a lengthy tour during the hot season. Dash was a bit upset at not being able to reunite with Soarin, but she was glad she got to see him perform. She could’ve sworn that he was getting even better, if that was even possible. Dash traveled back to her home, thinking about the excitement the day’s events contained. She always loved a good Wonderbolt show, but today had left her in a tired state. She would be happy to settle down at her home, which she had just reached. Rainbow Dash unlocked her front door and entered into her floating home. Making way to the refrigerator for a glass of water, Dash heard her phone ring. Quickly, Dash drank her beverage and picked up her phone.

“Hello?”

“Did you enjoy the show, Dashie?”

It was a good thing Dash placed her glass in the sink, otherwise she would’ve dropped it, effectively ending its life.

“SOARIN!” Dash yelled in happiness.

Soarin laughed loudly on the other end. “I wish you would’ve told me you were coming! I could’ve gotten you better seats!”

“Nah, it wasn’t a problem. I could see the show, and you, just fine.”

“I saw you too! I could never miss that adorable mane of yours.”

Dash blushed and chuckled. “Heh. You were amazing out there today! I couldn’t believe some of those stunts; I don’t think I would even try them!”

“We practiced for hours to get them right, believe me. Spitfire made sure we had them down perfectly. She even had us fly blindfolded. We perfected the routine, but I’m still a bit worried she’ll pull that again and I’ll be killed!” Soarin laughed.

“It was a fantastic show, you should be proud,” Dash complimented.

“Aw, thanks. So, what are you up to right now?”

“I literally just walked in the door when you called!” Dash said as she walked over to her couch. She sat down on its soft cushions, thinking of the time she and Soarin had spent on it.

“Guess it was pretty good timing then. Dash, I really miss you.”

“I miss you too, Soarin.”

“I’ve been saving all your letters, but I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“I feel the exact same way.”

“You’re the greatest pony I’ve ever met, don’t forget that. I love you.”

“I love you too, Soarin. I love you too.”

“I wish I could talk longer, but I have to get going. Baltimare is our last show of the tour. As soon as it’s finished, I’m coming straight to Ponyville. I can’t go another second without you!”

“Okay, I’ll be looking forward to it!”

“See you soon, Dashie. I love you.”

The call ended with a click. Dash lied on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. Today had been a good day. Tomorrow would be even better. Soarin wasn’t out of reach; he was closer than he had ever been.

The End

Author's Note

And so ends "A Certain Romance"! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! Your support was what kept this story going! It was a blast and I hope you enjoy my future material! Thanks again!