Soaring High (Anon x Soarin') (Incomplete)

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Note: This contains gay clop, so if that isn't your thing you might want to turn back.

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>You gaze out the window of the train's carriage, watching as Canterlot comes closer into view. It's hard to keep your eyes fixed, as Rainbow Dash is still bouncing in her seat across from you.

>"Would you knock it off? You're starting to make me jittery." You halt your foot from its tapping.

>"Aww, c'mon Anon, this is the first time I've got V.I.P. tickets to see the Wonderbolts, you can't expect me to relax!" She turns and presses her face up against the window. "I wonder if Spitfire's gonna be backstage when we get there. Oh gosh, that'd be-"

>"So awesome?" You deadpan.

>"Ugh, you can stop acting so cool, I know you're excited too." She stares at you for a moment longer before slowly grinning. Looking at her like that it's impossible to stop your own smile from forming. "Aw yeah! Hey, you might even meet Fleetfoot, he's kinda cute, right?"

>You'd been to a Wonderbolts show before and -were- rather taken by a few of the stallions, though there was one fellow in particular that you had eyes for. A blue streak that would soar through the clouds majestically alongside his partner.

>Being with Blueblood had been fun and with the offer of regular visits you were feeling more satisfied but Thunderlane had taught you that pegasi were really your thing.

>Watching Dash practice her tricks was fun, in its own way and watching the Wonderbolts in flight was impressive but you knew why you attended these shows.

>"Hey, dude, you still with me?" A blue hoof is waved in front of your face, stirring you from your reverie. "You gotta stop driftin' off on me like that, I could be telling you some seriously important info!"

>"You already mentioned Spitfire." You murmur, looking back out at how closer Canterlot is now.

 

>"Pfft, you make it sound like I'm obsessed or somethin'." Though she sits back in her chair in a more subdued manner having said that.

>"All you've talked about for the past week is how much you want to meet Spitfire. She's not the only pegasus pony in Equestria, you know."

>"But she's the coolest!" A little pause, she rubs a hoof against her foreleg. "I mean... apart from me. Hey! Weren't you asking about Soarin before?"

>"No." You turn back to looking out.

>"Yeah you were!" You hear her hop off her seat. "Is that why you went in with me on these tickets? Wanna meet him?" You look back to her, she's waggling her eyebrows. "I dunno, man, he doesn't seem like the type, if you know what I mean."

>"Look, as long as you have your fun with Spitfire it's fine, alright?" You didn't mean to sound so harsh but you can't just take back what you've said.

>"Geeze, dude, I didn't mean it-" She casts a hoof over her mane. "I'm just sayin' I don't want you setting yourself up for a big disappointment, okay? You're my friend, I just wanna look out for ya." she holds out the hoof which you bump gently.

>"Yeah, I know Dash and I'm glad you do."

>"Tch, like I don't know. You'd have your heart broken seven ways from sunday if I didn't steer ya right."

>"Hey! I haven't gotten into anything serious, so you can knock that off too."

>There's a soft little chuckle. "Oh yeah? And what was with you going out with Thunderlane the other night?"

>You shift in your seat, trying not to look at her. "He's a nice guy and we have fun when we're out."

 

>"C'mon, you know I don't mind." She sits up next to you, patting your shoulder. "Just let me know if he messes around with you, okay? I'll have his flanks on cloud cleanup so fast his mane'll straighten out!"

>"Relax, it's just a bit of fun, like I said." She grumbles softly to herself as you lean back, thinking about the upcoming show...

 

>Canterlot's always been a magnificent city to visit and while you still get some odd glances you prefer to keep your mind on its sights. Such as the massive amphitheatre you'll be seated in watching the Wonderbolts show.

>Luckily you don't have much time to kill before it starts so just grab a bit to eat with Dash before heading off to it. Ponies of all types are gathered outside, lined up to get in. The tickets had been pretty expensive but worth it considering it also got you some perfect seats.

>Inside, Dash resumes her excited bouncing and you find it difficult enough to stop yourself from doing the same, especially when the announcer calls out the initial overpass of the pegasi. Yes, they really do look amazing, especially the blue streak that trails next to their captain, Spitfire.

>In your own ways, both you and Dash stare unabashedly at your targets, watching as they barrel, loop, corkscrew and dive about. You're beginning to understand why Dash wants to join them - they really do exemplify the kind of dedication to flight that she does. It's only a shame she hasn't been picked up by them yet.

>As the show draws to a close a number of the 'Bolts stop over the crowd and salute. Soarin is among them, flitting next to Spitfire. He looks down and you're almost sure - definitely hoping - he's looking at you. You know he is when he points down towards you, looking at Spitfire who nods back to him. Dash squeals next to you, grabbing your arm.

>You maintain a better composure, just grinning back up. He's too distant to make out the little part of his muzzle exposed but you still hope he can see your smile.

 

>As the crowd filters out you and Dash both proceed to another area, along with a select few other ponies. Once there, you're greeted by a few members of the Wonderbolts, Fleetfoot indeed among them. The pegasus approaches you, asking about who and what you are, enquiring about how you came to their world and how you like it.

>He lifts up his goggles. "Swell, listen, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to-"

>"You too." A gruff voice calls out; a large earth pony approaches you and Dash. "Spitfire wants to see you, this way."

>Dash once more grabs on to you, squealing in against your jacket before trotting off as you follow suit. You're lead out of the back of the amphitheatre and over to a rather luxurious looking hotel. Once there it's a short lift ride up to one of the penthouses, the pony motioning you in while he stays back.

>And there they are: Spitfire and Soarin are seated on a large couch, watching as the two of you enter the room. They rise, sitting more properly as you approach.

>"Hey there, you two sorta caught our eyes and we thought it'd be nice to meet such great fans."

>Dash doesn't say anything as she sits down in front of Spitfire, neither does Soarin for a moment as he looks at you.

>"Yeah. What are you anyway?"

>"Soarin!" Spitfire turns sharply to him, eyes narrowing. "Don't you have -any- tact?" She gives you a small smile. "Sorry about him, he can be pretty dumb a lot of the time."

>"It's alright." You murmur, holding your nerves in check. You're standing here, right in front of Soarin himself and he -wanted- to meet you! "To answer your question I'm called a human, I'm not from Equestria."

 

>"Oooh." He hops down, trotting about you. "Yeah, I've never seen anything like you before." Coming around in front of you he looks up again, a small grin forming. "Not that that's a bad thing."

>Spitfire smirks off to your side, before turning her attention to the blue pegasus still silent. "Rainbow Dash! Don't I remember you from the Young Fliers Competition?"

>"A-And I managed the weather team when we..." Having perked up she now draws back slightly. "Drew the water from Ponyville's reservoir to Cloudsdale..." A tiny blush forms on her cheeks.

>"I knew I remembered you for a reason." Spitfire now climbs off the couch, sitting down next to Dash. "You know, you're a pretty impressive pony."

>Dash chuckles, looking away. "I guess I am pretty... awesome..."

>"Awesome enough that you've never missed a single show." The yellow pegasus moves closer. "You must really like us, huh?"

>"You're the most awesome pegasi in Equestria, how could I not!" She turns, face nearly colliding with a still smirking Spitfire. "Sorry..."

>"Don't be. I like enthusiasm in a mare." She stands and stretches out. "Ooh! You know I always have a lot of trouble getting outta this uniform, mind lending a hoof?"

>Dash freezes for a moment before slowly turning. "Uh... yeah..."

>"Good. Come on, I think we should leave these boys to themselves." She trots off smartly to an adjoining room, pausing at the doorway to look back.

>Dash watches after before turning to you, completely ignoring Soarin. "Dude! I... you... did you see..."

>"Go, Dash." You motion her off. "Just make sure to have enough fun for the two of us, okay?"

 

>She nods quickly before leaping into the air and quickly flying into Spitfire's room. There's hushed talk before the door slowly closes. Oh yeah, it was definitely worth coming out just for that.

 

>"Hey." The voice is much softer than before, lacking its brashness. "Spitfire isn't the only one who finds it tough getting outta these things." You look to see Soarin flexing in his suit, muscles rippling under the tight uniform. "Besides those... things-"

>"Hands." You're just under control of yourself enough to speak.

>"Yeah, hands, look pretty interesting. I'd say you could get this suit off pretty easy..." He slowly trots off towards a room opposite Spitfire's, stopping midway to glance back. "If you wanted to help me." He continues on, not sparing another look back.

>Without thinking your feet start taking you towards that room. You know you shouldn't be this nervous but he's pretty much a star in Equestria. You're in a position a lot of ponies could only dream of. On more than one night you'd fallen asleep thinking of that blue pegasus in flight, perhaps with his hooves wrapped...

>Your thought ends as you enter, seeing Soarin seated against his surprisingly large bed, the hood of his suit pulled back more fully revealing his head and mane.

>"You know I never got your name." His voice is low, perfectly seductive. You find you like this guy even more now.

>"It's... Anon." You step forward, sitting down on the end of the bed next to him.

>"Nice name. Suits a guy like you."

>"Like me?" You move over a little closer. "What kinda guy is that?"

>"Depends on what ya mean." He scooches a little closer himself. "'Cause I'm talkin' about my kinda guy."

 

>Your hand rises to the back of his suit slowly, just barely brushing against his mane. "What's say I get you out of this thing." It feels slightly rubbery but with more give to it as you pull.

>Soarin closes his eyes leaning back. "Be my guest, Anon."

>Kneeling down next to him you take the top of his suit in both hands and start to gently pull it down, loving how soft his light blue coat is, the smell of his body as you lean in closer. Down at his sides, you can feel his warm breath at your neck and then - you feel a soft muzzle press in against it, making you shiver.

>You move onto his legs, pulling the suit down each one in turn, pausing as you touch upon his fetlocks and hooves. One rises and is pressed lightly against your back, holding you. "You can be a little more rough, dude." The hoof strokes up and down. "I'm not like Spitfire."

>If that's how he wants it that's how you'll give it. Taking a firmer grip on his suit you pull it down past his abdomen and stomach, allowing your hands to press in against his coat as he gasps airily. He stands as you near his rump, raising his hind legs in turn and you slip it off, catching his tail and giving it a light tug, to a soft grunt and a mock reproachful look from Soarin.

>He sits down once more, turning to face you. "Hey, I've gotta take a shower after all that today, wanna join?" His green eyes are half lidded as he asks.

>"Go on ahead, I'll wait." If showers were involved you'd prefer to leave it until you were finishing up.

>"Sure." He stands, flicking his tail at your face as he walks off, his scent much stronger on it. "But don't be afraid to join."

 

>And so you wait, sitting back on his bed, loving how soft it feels. Far softer than your own but then again this is an expensive hotel and you're in one of the penthouses. They'd have to give the Wonderbolts their best.

>They must have been here overnight as you still catch the lightest hint of his musk on the sheets, delighting in it. The shower stops and Soarin steps out, looking you over. His mane has lost its previous style, now falling over his neck and back thickly. You must be staring because he smirks, trotting over.

>"I prefer to wear my mane like this too. We just do them up for the performances." He stops short of the bed, looking off. "Listen, Anon... I was thinkin' maybe we could go out, get some drinks maybe something to eat before we..." He trails off, twisting a hoof in the air.

>You sit up. "Soarin, I know what this is, you don't need to wine and dine me just for an evening of fun."

>He trots about, around to you, sitting down at your side. "Yeah, I know, it's just..." He stops, looking down. "Well... see... I kinda, might not have done this much before."

>Soarin? Second to the captain of the Wonderbolts honestly hasn't gotten much in the way of action? He scoffs at your question before resuming his quiet tones.

>"Look, dude, I've been with lots of mares but... last time we were in Trottingham I saw this guy and... you know how it is, we just sort of hit it off when I met him out at one of the bars, brought him back to the hotel..." he trails off smiling.

>"And that was your only experience with another stallion?" He nods, still smiling. "So, uh, and don't take this the wrong way but why go for me after?"

>He flips his head back to you, frowning slightly before his smile returns.

 

>"Look, I saw you at some of our shows, yeah you caught my eye." A shrug. "Not sure why, don't care really, like you said we can have some fun, right?" You nod back, his smile widens. "But I'd kinda prefer to get out, you know? You don't seem like the kinda fan that's gonna go crazy around me."

>You shrug, looking back to him, from the still steaming bathroom. "Sure. You wanna have a little fun out on the town I'm up for that."

>"Alright, cool." He hops off and you follow as he trots out of the room. "I know this great little place down Coleberry Avenue, you're gonna love it."

>Down the lifts you go with him, the bouncer pony giving you an odd look as you do. Out on the streets there's a few gasps and some wild cries but for the most part it looks like out of his uniform Soarin's able to blend in easily enough.

>He cocks his head to one side and leads you off down the main street onto a much smaller one and on it into a cosy looking bar. In here, there's no adoring fans rushing up to him, no screams or shouts, just a few nods as he takes a seat and you next to him.

>Soarin asks about how you came to Equestria, the story not seeming quite so tired when talking to him. He asks about what you did before arriving here, what you're doing now, how you like ponies - quite a bit - how you like stallions - not as much as this one - before trailing off, taking a drink of his cider.

>You don't feel like pestering him about his own personal life too much, you're sure he gets enough fans doing that but you do ask if they've any plans to stop over in Ponyville. He gets an odd look before nodding slowly, saying he might do that himself, with some time off coming up.

 

>Drinks flow as does chatter, as Soarin asks a little about your experience with males in a hushed tone. You don't go into too much detail and skip over your experience with Blueblood but he seems... intrigued by some of the things you have to say.

>Finishing up, you both head off, the pegasus telling you there's a fantastic restaurant nearby.

>There is but not only is it full, the ponies there recognise him instantly, forcing you to beat a hasty retreat. With nowhere else in mind you suggest a little place you know of yourself that's sure to be quiet at this hour.

>Doughnut Joe is no stranger to you, having called in with Twilight a few of the times you were in Canterlot with her but he is a little surprised to see a stallion accompanying you, never mind one of the Wonderbolts.

>As you explain you're just out getting to know each other after discovering some common interests he gets your orders with the same calmness he's always treated you with. Soarin seems much more at ease here, doubly so when he discovers just how extensive Joe's list of pastries is.

>You don't say much after, Joe keeping up light chatter, enquiring about Twilight and asking if you'd be back any time soon. Why? Oh, he might have found some common interests of his own since you started visiting.

>You assure Joe you'll call by his shop before you leave Canterlot after this trip.

 

>Sensing the mood's changed you ask Soarin if he wants to call it a night. He chomps down on the last of a cream doughnut before nodding. There's a smidgen of it on his cheek which you deftly wipe off and lick off your finger.

>His eyes remain only on what you're doing throughout. As do Joe's when you turn back to him with your payment.

 

>With that done you're both now making your way back to the hotel. As before, chatter is absent but you feel good. You like how Soarin gently bumps himself against you now and then. You also like how he looks up at you with his mane caught in the breeze. Certainly can't wait to get your hands on that.

>Into the hotel, up the lift, the bouncer doesn't look at either of you, only stares straight ahead. Passing through the penthouse you note the door to Spitfire's room is still closed.

>You follow Soarin as he slowly makes his way back into the bedroom, gently shutting the door as you enter.

>He trots smartly over to the bed, now sitting at its side. You don't wait for him to motion you over, simply walking it and sitting down next him. Very close to him. Close enough to smell the blackberry scented shampoo he must have used in his mane.

>A hoof hesitantly rises to your chest and he turns his head.

>"Guess I'm not sure how you and I can do this." He cocks his head to one side. "Your face is kinda flat where mine's-"

>Shut up Soarin. And a good way to do that is by quickly pressing your lips to his, holding for a moment as a hand slips over his broad back. You pull it back quickly, hearing more than feeling his wings snap out to attention.

>Disengaging from the kiss, Soarin's eyes slowly open as he smiles. "Uh, that was... pretty awesome." Your hand trails over his shoulder, down his back and gently touches upon the wrist of his wing, eliciting a little gasp.

 

>"You thought I didn't know about you pegasi and your wings?" You pull back, starting to undo the buttons of your shirt. "Soarin, didn't I say you're not my first stallion?" Your eyes pass over him once more. "Though by no means the least - I've been looking forward to this, if we're gonna be honest with each other." You slip the shirt off and toss it onto a dresser.

>Soarin's eyes rest on your chest for a moment before a blue hoof rises and touches against it, slowly moving up and down.

>"You're so smooth." He leans closer to you. "It's not like a pony... I think I like it." He closes the distance, planting a soft kiss upon it. "Yeah, I really like it."

>That last little touch proves too much and you gently push Soarin back onto the bed, turning him around and straddling his midriff. "We're gonna take this slow, okay? You need someone who knows how to treat a male."

>He nods hesitantly, eyes now falling to your pants.

>"These? Oh, I suppose since you're naked it's a bit unfair." You slip off him and then from the bed, cursing internally at how your shaking hands want to fumble so desperately with your belt. "Would you mind flipping over? There's something I've wanted to try with a pegasus."

>You hear a soft tap of wood against wood but ignore it, continuing to undress yourself, leaving your shoes at the side of the bed while carelessly tossing your pants over to your shirt.

>When you look back to Soarin you see he's lying prone, his wings fully flared, tail aside and eying you with a small smile. What you presume is a condom sits next his side.

>You sigh softly, stifling a chuckle. "First of all." You get back onto the bed, resuming your position of straddling and take up the condom. "We're not going to need this."

 

>"But-" You cut him off with a tap to his hoof.

>"Soarin, I'm not even the same species as you, there's no risk of spreading diseases between us. Believe me, I've had a friend with knowledge in the area perform tests - we're too different genetically." By the look on his face most of what you've said has gone over his head but enough seems to have gotten through as he nods slowly, his smile widening. You set the item aside, idly wondering how he expected it to fit you.

>"Secondly, that can wait for a while, right now I've got these." You lean forward, putting hands gently upon the primaries of his wings. "To attend to."

>"Uh, don't you wanna..." He trails off casting his eyes back

>"Oh yes but that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun first, does it?"

>"No..." He doesn't exactly sound sure and you're not going to press on if he's having doubts.

>"What's wrong?" He slowly turns to his side, looking at you curiously. "Second thoughts?"

>"No!" He barks out a harsh laugh. "Celestia, no, it's just..." He looks down, trailing a hoof on the sheets. "Last stallion I was with was really into the whole... you know, so I just thought you should be too. That's all you really want, right?"

>Great. His only experience with another male and it didn't exactly go as it should. You put a hand down into his mane, gently stroking it. "I suppose we both know there's nothing much to this but at the same time I'm not just here for a quick fuck. Look, you're new to all this, right?" He nods slowly. "So why should you be denied a good time just because one asshole wanted to get off? Soarin, I wanna show you what it's really like to be with another male."

>"So..."

 

>"So turn around again, we have to start somewhere."

>He does so, slowly and keeping an eye to you. "You know, you're not my first pegasus either." Once more your gently take hold of his wings but this time your fingers delicately wrap around the wrists of them, Soarin shivering at the touch. "I've heard some things about these beautiful wings." Leaning down you're pleased by how firm his rump feels against you as well as how warm the rest of his body is.

>You start slow, hands gliding back and forth along the wings as your companion below gasps and shudders. You let go of one and gently brush aside a lock of his navy mane, leaning in to kiss his neck.

>"Anon..."

>"Does it feel good?"

>"Oh yes." He groans out, as your grip on his wings tightens ever so slightly. They're too delicate to do more than this but the way it makes him writhe is more than worth it.

>Soarin's breathing picks up as your stroking of his wings does, his tail swishing about between your legs. You nip and kiss at his neck, little gasps escaping his lips as he digs his hooves into the sheets, grunting.

>You bring your hands down from his wings, low down over his back and stop at his firm rump. Sliding around you feel - ah yes, there it is. Hmm, he's not quite as well endowed as Blueblood but that's no bad thing, he was too large for you to even consider. Tonight though... Yes, you could at least try with this delightful fellow.

>Soarin grunts harder, pushing himself against your grip but you loosen it immediately to another, more annoyed grunt. Your hands rise up along his abdomen and stomach, coming to rest upon his chest as you once more find yourself lying against him.

>"How am I doing so far?" You whisper to him.

 

>The pegasus nods against his pillow, as you bury your nose in his thick mane. "I think... I prefer this way."

>You allow one of your hands to slowly descend once more, gently taking his member into its grip amidst a soft gasp from your partner. You find the tip and run your thumb over and back, Soarin bucking his hips against it.

>"Luna... just..." With your hand on your chest you gently pull him as you roll onto your back, the stallion now lying atop you. With more free space your hand begins to slowly stroke his turgid length, one hoof at your hand while the other clutches the other arm still at his chest.

>With his wings still flared out they quiver, feathers tickling against your sides. You're almost tempted to touch upon them once more but are sure that would set him off.

>By turns he bucks his hips forwards and pushes down against your own member. You grunt softly, feeling it slide between his buttocks, your grip upon him tightening at the base of his length. You hold it there, gently pushing past his grip on your other hand to bring it down and rub your palm over the tip of his member.

>The stallion chokes, back arching up as his hind legs splay out over your own. You halt after but a few seconds, careful not to end this just yet.

>"Darnit, Anon!" He turns around to you, grinning. "You always such a tease?"

>You kiss him sweetly, once. "Only when I really like who I'm with." Your hands round him. "C'mon, there's something else I'd wager that stallion didn't show you."