========================================================================= 3rd Person Point of View

"It's beautiful, isn't it my love?" A yellow pegasus with a pink mane questioned to her lover.

As she questions him she looks onto the horizon, a horizon painted in a gold and orange light with a shimmering surface below them. The surface was a serene mirror of the infinite sky, an imperfect reflection. A soothing ocean sound absent of the seagulls that would normally fly by was all that was heard until a ripple sliced the eternal looking glass, a ripple caused by the boat that Fluttershy and her lover, Soarin, occupied. The ripples grew as they passed, adding hindrance to the shimmering ocean. Now only the sound of waves crashing unto the side of the boat of her long lost father can be heard. She looks unto him once again.

"Now that we're like this, I don't ever want this to change." Her lover receives her words as she nuzzles him gently with a longing passion. Caressing his mane with her fore-hoof, she gently glides it down to his facial features. His forehead, which has held her kisses at bay in an attempt to drive her into a lustful passion as she stared unto the green orbs that fueled her madness to the breaking point. She then raises her hoof to Soarin's mane and slides a lock of hair back in place.

"There. Now that's better. Haven't your mother always told you to keep your mane in a presentable fashion?" She states with a semi-maternal tone. She takes the opportunity to gaze into the emerald orbs that continued to look upon her graceful form. Her mane, well brushed. Her tail, luxurious in volume and appearance. Her eyes were a blue hue, blessed with the light of a jade stone. A rare treasure to behold. Even more rare to be held by her in her most intimate moments. Only the animals she took care of and treated knew of such bliss. Stallions could only wish to be in Soarin's current position. To be longed for by this mare.

To know her.
To feel her.
To love her.
To be loved by her.
To feel her embrace.
To give his seed unto her sacred depths.
To be chosen. This vexed many other stallions, that he'd be so fortunate...

But this fortune had come with a price...

"Boop! Got your nose sweetie." She gestured as she tapped his nose with her fore-hoof. She then looked out ahead and saw that the sky was now changing. The sky was now orange with a curtain of red chasing after the retreating sun. She looks above her and she sees that the skies above her have now gave way to a prism of color. On one side, a red infatuation trying to obtain a romance that was never meant to be. A reddened sky that begs the plasma sphere to return unto it, calling to it with a dying sadness. And on the other side, a purple and pink presence ushers in a small white marble. She now looks behind her and see that the small white marble was a mere drum major of a even larger parade of marbles marching across the twilight.

"Isn't it beautiful? How the sky dances around us. How the ocean soothes us with it's ethereal chorus." She asks.

He remains silent.

Tracing her fore-hoof around his lips, she beckons him to come closer.

He obeys.

Finally she locks on to her lovers lips with a quiet embrace, lightly pressing their lips together. Her breaths become shallow and her mind is then filled with a longing that threatens to consume her. In that moment she retreats, only for her lips to regroup and assault his gates with a second wave that is less merciful than that of the first. Flashbacks occur. She is held in his fore-hooves. She then sees him on the rooftop that they usually share their luncheons. They're laughing at each other and talking about their daily lives. She then remembers every second she spent with him, how she once one hoped that he would take notice of her, when they went on their first date, how bad it was, her second date being much worse, her third (and the others to follow) resulted in him sweeping her off her hooves. She even remembers the times she thought about him in the bath, and how quickly her lustful urges consumed her shortly after.

The first series of flashbacks end and she grows slightly warmer. Her tongue now seeking his and she finds her mark. Fluttershy then expresses her glee by panting as she feels her neathers dampen. Her wings spreading out to a length unfamiliar to even her. In all these things, she attempts to once again regain self-control. A second series of flashbacks soon follow. But this time it is only brief pictures. She remembers him at his best and his not-so-best (she mentally erased any and all memory of the worst). Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Big Mac, the Grand Galloping Gala, Twilight Sparkle, Cherilee, Dashie... and Her. She could always find it in her heart to forgive her friends, but she... she could NOT forgive Her. She opens her eyes to look upon him in front of her. And it is in that moment when sadness strikes in her heart and she releases his lips from the fleshy encounter. She doesn't want to remember that. How bad it hurts. How it wasn't him during The Gala. The tears waste no time in gathering as she hiccuped at those thoughts. Silently she wept for a short while and gathered her thoughts. She looks at him once again and he looks at her. She lets go, of everything.

"You mean everything to me. You always have and you always will. I know that you and I have not always been this way. But if it means anything, I am sorry. I remember the day we first met. The train to Canterlot, do you remember that first day we met? Little did I know how our lives would change for the better that day. And we still have many, many more days ahead of us. Fate is what brought us together. And fate is what gave our relationship life. There aren't many things I would change but if there was one thing, it would be that I would've been with you sooner. I will never leave your side Soarin. Because I love you, until time ceases it ever-going march of existence."

She then holds him tightly whispering in his ears: "I love you, my Soarin" She looks further into his eyes.
waiting for a resolution...

...one that will never present itself...

========================================================================= Soarin's Point of VIew

darkness...

Author's Note

This is a look into the future of the story. The next chapter will be how it all began. To find out how it got to this point stay tuned.