Soarin and Anon

>You wake up slowly, the morning sun streaming through the window
>You roll over and come face-to-face with a smiling blue pegasus
“Morning, Soarin.”
>”Morning, Anon.”
>He plants a kiss on your nose and you kiss him back on his muzzle
>”Ready for a day off?”
“I've been waiting the whole week for this.”
>Ever since Soarin stumbled into Earth a few months ago, he's been a celebrity
>Scientists worldwide are trying to reopen the portal that brought him here
>You're the one that found him freezing on a park bench in the middle of the night
>With the money he made from various public appearances and interviews, you're practically millionaires
>The two of you bought a small house together and are living comfortably
>And, finally, the two of you have a day off together

>Your phone vibrates on the nightstand
>You pick it up and read the message
>Immediately, you sigh and flop down on the bed
>”Anon? What's wrong?”
>You show him the message
>It's from your mother
>”I can't wait to see your new house! I'll be over at 6:30 with your father!”
>Soarin looks up at you and smiles
>”This is great! I'm finally gonna meet your parents!”
“There's just one problem. They're a bit on the conservative side.”
>”Conservative?”
“Remember those old guys who said you were the spawn of Satan and tried to get you kicked out of the country?”
>”Yeah?”
“Them.”

“Well, not that extreme. But they certainly don't approve of gay relationships, let alone inter species with an alien.”
>”An attractive alien.”
“A gorgeous alien. But I never told them I was gay, and I never told them I was with you. All they know is that I got a new house.”
>”So how long do we have to prepare?”
“You mean to flee the country? I'm sure we could make it across the border by the evening.”
>”No, silly, to prepare to tell your parents that you're dating a stallion. And the sexiest stallion of them all, too.”
“I'm sure you are.” You give him another kiss. “But we can't change over fifty years of opinions on one night. You're gonna have to be ready for anything.”
>He smiled and stared up at the ceiling
>”You know, in Equestria, everypony loves and tolerates. Ponies care for each other, and stallions can love stallions without any problems.”
>You wrap an arm around him
“You know, any day now they're going to open that portal again, and we're going to be the first ones through. And I'll get to meet your family. But for now, my parents are going to get to meet Earth’s only Equestrian, and they're going to have to deal with it.”
>He grabs you and pulls you into a kiss
>”That's the spirit, Anon!”

>You sigh as you hear the doorbell
>Soarin ducks upstairs like you had planned
>You open the door and your parents are standing on the front porch.
>”Oh, Anon, it's so nice to see you again! It's been so lonely with just the two of us.”
“It was pretty quiet here, too.” Until Soarin showed up.
>”Oh, and you finally bought a house! You know, your husband and I bought a house when we were about your age.”
>”Well, what I want to know is why you didn't move out of that cramped apartment years ago!”
“Ha, yeah, Dad. You know how it is. Money's tight. But that doesn't matter, does it? Come in, come in. It's nice and warm in here.”
>Your parents sit down in the living room
>They look around at the decorations
>Ten thousand dollars of Soarin’s earnings went a long way
>Your father breaks the silence
>”So who's the lucky lady?”

“I'm sorry, what?”
>”Who is she? This house is much too big and much too nice for just one person.”
“Uh, that's actually something I wanted to talk to you about.”
>Your mother claps her hands and grins
>”Oh, I knew it! You're getting married!”
“Not yet, Mom. But we're, uh, getting there.”
>”Well, we're waiting, Anon. Your father and I want some grandkids.”
“Ha, yeah. That would be nice.”
>Your mother straightens up
>”So did you hear about that pony that everyone's talking about? Quite a celebrity.”
>”Linda, that horse is anything but a celebrity. It is a freak and should never have gotten that much attention from the media.”
>This is going the end in disaster

>Your father keeps going on his rant
>”It's insane! We're pouring millions of taxpayer dollars to open a gosh-darned magical portal to another dimension.”
>”It is pretty crazy, Frank.”
>”And they want to call it an ambassador to another planet. It's all nonsense, Anon. Nonsense.”
“Uh, yeah. Nonsense.”
>He throws his hands into the air
>”It's all the president’s fault. First he tries to pass Obamacare behind all of our backs, then he lets the gays marry, and now this. I can't wait until we put an honest Republican into office. And, honestly, Linda, I don't understand why this horse is getting so much attention. It could have been some lowlife before a portal opened and the world started obsessing over an alien! It doesn't deserve our attention or our money. As soon as my taxes are done being wasted on creating a magic, I'll throw that horse through myself!”
“That's enough!”
>Your eye is twitching and you're fuming
“I'm not going to let you say any of that. Do you know Soarin?”
>”I know that he's a waste of the media’s attention.”
“But do you know him as a person? Or a pony, or whatever? Do you know his favorite color or his favorite movie? Do you know how afraid he was when he realized he was trapped here? Or are you just making up shit?”
>Your mother looks up at you
>”Anon, what's gotten into you?”
“Soarin is the pony I moved in with. We've been in love since the moment we met, and it's been the best three months of my life. And I'm not going to let you say that about him, Dad.”

>Your parents stare at you for a moment
>You sigh and sit down
“I'm sorry. Just upset, that's all.”
>Your mom is the first to speak
>”Son, you're- you're in love with a horse?”
“A pony, yeah.”
>”And you're gay?”
“Yeah.”
>”Well, then I guess your sister’s gonna have to give us some grandkids then.”
>You call up the stairs
“Soarin, you can come down now.”
>”Coming!”
>He flies down the stairs and comes to a stop next to you
>Your mother starts to coo over him
>”Look at him, Frank, he's so adorable!”
>”Our son is dating a horse.”
>”I don't look like any horses from around here. And I can talk.”
>He sighs and extends a hand out
>”The name’s Frank.”
>Soarin puts his hoof in your dad’s palm, and they awkwardly shake hands
>”Soarin.”
>”And I'm his mother, Linda.”
>Soarin sticks his hoof out, but your mother grabs him
>”We're huggers around here, Soarin.”
>”I- can't- breathe-”
“Mom? I think you're hurting him.”

>She lets him go and laughs
>”He's so sweet, Frank.”
>”Yeah. Sweet.”
>The oven dings and you jump up
“Food’s ready!”
>You get the hell out of the room and take a tray full of steaming hot lasagna out of the oven
>You take it out to the small dining room and set it on the table, along with a few glasses of wine
>After everything looks good, you go back into the living room
>Immediately you can tell that something is wrong
>Your mom is pampering Soarin
>Apparently she found out that he likes to be scratched behind the ears
>Your father is sitting in a chair alone grumbling about how his son’s boyfriend was an animal
“Uh, dinner’s ready. It's nothing special, just lasagna. No meat, though.”
>”Oh, that's fine, dear.”
>Your mother hops up and sits right next to Soarin
>Your father grumbles his way up and into a dining chair

>Dinner was quiet
>Mostly
>Soarin told stories about Equestria and his family
>Your mother loved them, but your father wasn't as interested
>”A city made of clouds? I don't believe it.”
>”Frank!” Your mother hissed
>”Dear, I'm sorry, but I can't sit here and listen to these fake stories about a magical world. I think the game’s on, and I'm going to watch that. You know, something that humans do.”
>He got up and went into the living room
>You heard the TV click on and your mother sighed
>”I'm sorry, Soarin. Anon’s father can be a little closed-minded sometimes. I was a little surprised, too, but I guess we just react in different ways.”
“It's alright, Mom. I'm sure he'll be fine.”
>”So, uh, Linda, what teams are playing right now?”
>”Well, I think it's the Packers and the Cardinals. Football.”
>”And he's rooting for the Packers?”
>”Absolutely!”
>”I'll be right back.”
>He got up and walked in the living room
>You smiled as you realized what he's doing

>You're now Soarin
>And you're about to make amends with Anon’s dad
>You jump up on the couch and look at the game
>It's pretty confusing, but you think you know how to follow it
>Anon's father looks over at you
>”You a fan of football?”
“Yeah. I watched a few games with Anon and got hooked.”
>”Which team are you rooting for?”
“Packers, of course.”
>He smiled
>”Maybe you're not so bad after all.”
“Guess not.”
>You watched the game in silence for a few minutes
>”So what happened to bring you here?”
“I flew into a portal that popped up right in front of me. Couldn't turn away or pull up, that's how close it was. I flew straight into a tree in a park downtown, where I was lucky enough to find Anon walking home. He helped me get back on my hooves and adjust to Earth.”
>”So those wings of yours work?”
“Do they! I was part of the Wonderbolts. We were Equestria’s best flyers, and we performed all over the country.”
>You smiled
>You remembered the lights, the ponies, the wind whipping through your mane
“I'd give it all up for Anon, though.”
>He smiled
>”You must really love him.”
“I do. Your son is one of the greatest people on this planet. You raised him well.”
>”Maybe you're not so bad after all.”

>You're Anon again
>Much to your surprise, your parents leave smiling
>You didn't expect your dad to warm up to Soarin so fast
>Guess he just had to get to know him
>You shut the door and wipe the sweat off your forehead
>”Your parents were great, Anon.”
“Glad to hear it. I wasn't expecting that, that's for sure.”
>He brushes up against your leg
>”So what do you have planned for the rest of the night?”
>You scoop him up and give him a long, deep kiss
“I hope you don't plan on getting any sleep tonight.”
>Soarin kisses you, and the two of you head upstairs as your parents drive away

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>It's been six months since your parents first met Soarin
>Even your father is friends with him now, and they come over weekly
>But you're not on Earth right now
>Two weeks ago, the first portal to Equestria came online in downtown Chicago
>Before it, though, there were a lot of hoops to jump through
>Specifically, trying to make sure people don't treat ponies as animals
>Some places in Indiana have even refused to sell ponies pizza
>But it was still clear that they were in the minority and most looked forward to meeting sentient ponies
>On its first day open, eight million humans and six hundred thousand ponies traveled through it
>Plans for portals in New York and Los Angeles are being discussed
>The world is slowly ramping up production to export to Equestria and pony-sized smartphones, cars, and computers are rumored to be in the works
>But right now, you're just focused on packing
>You have two tickets for the Chicago portal tomorrow

>Soarin was thrilled when the portal first opened
>He's been anxious to show you his home planet
>"Now you can see Equestria, Anon! You'll love it! And-And you can see Cloudsdale, and meet the Wonderbolts, and we can visit my parents, too! Aren't you excited, Anon?"
>It's adorable, and most of the time you can silence him with a kiss
>Soarin's been paid to advertise the portal system, and whenever he's not out, you're spending time together
>You really can't get enough of that stallion
>The two of you don't pack much for your trip, even though you'll be staying in Equestria for a while
>When the portal was ready, you had to ask Soarin something difficult
"When the portal opens, are you going to go back to Equestria or stay here on Earth?"
>"Anon, I'm going wherever you go. I had friends in Equestria, but nopony there can compare to you."
>"Besides, it's not like we won't be visiting them."
>You really don't know what you did to deserve Soarin
>Depending on which way the Supreme Court goes on interspecies marriage, you might even marry him

>The next day, you drive up to the crowded parking lot
>$15 for one day of parking
>Looks like even a portal to another planet isn't safe from expensive parking
>A line of protesters are picketing outside the building carrying signs
Horses are not humans!
Talking horses are abominations!
Don't let them come to our planet!
Build a wall and make Equestria pay for it!
>The two of you move through the revolving doors of the terminal and are met with chaos
>The room is filled with humans, ponies, and even a few griffins
>A few ponies notice Soarin and ask for an autograph
>He told you a lot about the Wonderbolts, but you didn't think he would be this famous
>Some humans notice him too, but for different reasons
>You look around and walk towards a long line leading towards a row of metal detectors
>Mother fucking TSA
>Soarin barely notices your frustration
>He fidgets in place as you get closer to the checkpoint
>"Anon, I'm so excited! I can't wait to see Equestria again!"
>You smile and scratch his mane

>You finally make it to the portal
>It's a large, thirty foot tall brass horseshoe with pink, shimmering magic in the center of it
>On the left, ponies arrive on Earth and are ushered to one side of the vast room
>On the right, a line of humans moves through the portal
>You stand in the line, and it moves fairly quickly
>It comes close to being your turn, and a man standing at a small table looks up at you
>"Tickets?"
>You hand him your two tickets and he scans them quickly
>"Passports?"
>You take your passport out and hand it to him, along with Soarin's
>He stamps them and hands them back to you
>You give Soarin a small pat and step through the portal

>You appear in a bright, sunlit room
>It looks almost Greek, with its tall ceiling and large columns
>It's completely open to the outside, too, and a vivid green park sits beyond the building
>A pony wearing a red cap walks up to you
>"Hi! My name's Sunny Skies and I'm here to help you. Is this your first time through the portal?"
>You cough, still a bit disoriented
"Y-Yeah."
>Soarin walks up next to you and smiles
>"We're here, Anon!"
>Sunny Skies' eyes widen when she sees Soarin
>"You-You're Soarin?"
>"Yeah."
>She quickly composes herself
>"Well, I trust that you know your way around Canterlot. If you keep going out of the building, there should be some accommodations for the two of you. Oh! I've been told to let you know to see the Princess as soon as you can."
>"Uh, alright. Thank you."
>"No problem! Enjoy your stay!"

>Soarin turns back to you
>"What do you think?"
"It's very bright. Like a cartoon."
>"Well, come on! There's a lot to see and not much time to see it."
"Soarin, we have two weeks."
>"That's not enough to show you an entire country!"
"Can we at least stay the night here? That portal took a lot out of me. I already made reservations for a hotel room."
>"Yeah! We can relax, I'll take you to one of my favorite restaurants, and then, after some sleep, I can show you Canterlot!"
"Who said anything about sleeping?"
>Soarin turns bright red
>He's so adorable

>You walk through the grassy park on your way to the hotels
>A large cobblestone path is packed with ponies and humans alike
>Soarin is back to being excited and keeps flying up to look for something
>You exit the park, cross the street, and look around for any familiar signs
>Looks like no Earth businesses have made their way here yet
>You find the place you made reservations for
>That was a nightmare
>The building is six floors tall and looks almost French
>A sign reads "Canterlot Plaza Hotel"
>You walk in with Soarin in tow
>The lobby looks like a mix of a modern Earth hotel and the late 1800s
>Clean, but also elegant
>You approach the desk and a blue unicorn mare greets you
>"Welcome to the Canterlot Plaza Hotel! Do you have reservations?"
"Yeah. Look under 'Anon'."
>She thumbs through the ledger with her magic
>You weren't expecting that, even though Soarin told you there were unicorns
>"Yep! I have a reservation under 'Anon' for one night."
"That would be me."
>"Great!"
>She hands you a key
>"You'll be in room 313. The staircase is to your right. There's a bank just down the street where you can exchange your currency to bits, too."
>You look over and, sure enough, a small staircase led to the upper floors
"Thank you. Come on, Soarin, let's go."

>He looks up and trots over to the staircase
>You walk up the two flights of stairs while Soarin flies up them
>You find room 313 and open the door
>It's an elegant room, with wainscoting and white plaster walls
>The room has a small desk, end table, wardrobe, and chair
>A door leads to an old-fashioned bathroom with a claw-footed tub and an old-timey toilet
>The bed looks a little small, but you don't mind sleeping close to Soarin
>You put your suitcase against the wall and flop down on the bed
>It's soft and comfortable
"Soarin, what time is it?"
>"Half past three, Canterlot time."
"So we have time to kill before we go get food."
>"Want me to go downstairs and make reservations?"
"Sure."
>"I'll be right back."
>You toss him the key and he walks out of the room

>You check your phone
>No bars in Equestria yet
>But from what Soarin has told you, you'll be busy for the whole time
>You stand up and look out the window
>Past the park and the portal building are more Parisian buildings
>Then, past that, nothing
>No hills or anything
>Are you on the side of a mountain or something?
>The door opens and Soarin walks in
>"Alright, I've made reservations for six. We've got some time."
>He jumps up on the bed and curls up next to you
>You give him a small kiss on the nose
>He leans closer to you and gives you another kiss
"I think I've found something to do before we go out."

>At exactly six in the evening, Soarin stops in front of a narrow brick building with the same elegant, French air to it as the other buildings in Canterlot
>You're both cleaned up, and you're wearing a button-down shirt and dress pants
>Not the fanciest, but you didn't bring your whole closet
>You open the door for Soarin and step in
>The place is packed
>The whole room smells like warm, fresh food
>A white unicorn leads you to a small table and you sit down with Soarin across from you
>You give him a smile and look around
"This is the place? Seems a bit fancy for you."
>"Trust me, the food is worth it. After a good show at the stadium, all of us would come down here for dinner and then go to the bar across the street. It was great."
>"You know, I wonder if someone's replaced me by now. Probably Rainbow Dash. I wonder where Spitfire thought I had gone. Did she think I died?"
>He looks down at the menu, and you follow suit

>The food is almost all French or Italian
>You scan the menu, and a few things catch your eye
"Maybe we should go and see her, then."
>"That sounds nice. She'll want to meet you, too. You know, she was the first pony I told when I figured out I liked stallions more than mares. She was pretty much my best friend."
"Then we've got to see her."
>"When we get to Cloudsdale, we can stop by her place."
"Works for me."
>The waiter walks over and you order your food
>You and Soarin talk about your plans for your Equestrian vacation
>He wants to show you everything from Baltimare to Las Pegasus
>And, of course, to see his parents
>Your food was more delicious than anything you've ever had on Earth
>You eat quickly, and Soarin laughs
>"See why I brought you here? Earth food is bland compared to what we have here."
>When the meal is over, Soarin places a small bag of bits on the table and you head back to the hotel

>You wake up next to Soarin
>He's still asleep, and snoring softly
>Your clothes are scattered on the floor around you, and you're wrapped around the pegasus in a tight hug
>He buries his muzzle into your chest and sighs in his sleep
>He's too cute to move, so you hold him tightly until he wakes up
>His green eyes flutter open and he looks up at you
"Sleep well?"
>He nods and kisses your chest
>You give him a pat on the head and scratch his ears
>His tail starts to wag beneath the sheets and he looks up at you again
>"What time is it, Anon?"
>You look over to the clock at the table
"Half past eight."
>He shoots up
>"The train leaves at nine! Come on, Anon, we need to go."
"Can I at least shower first?"
>He hops off the bed and starts putting your discarded clothes in the suitcase
>"No! There's no time."
"I think you need a shower, Soarin."
>"Why?"
"Because you're leaking."
>He looks back at you and you grin
>Soarin huffs and canters into the bathroom
"Hang on! I night as well shower with you."

>You run through the city with Soarin flying overhead
>Somehow, you make it to the station in time
>Soarin hoofs over a few bits and gets two train tickets
>The train is small and cartoony, but it looks solid enough
>You drag your suitcase inside and sit down with Soarin
>The conductor rakes your tickets and the train pulls away
>You move out of the town and, suddenly, the whole world pulls away from you
>You move as far away from the window as possible
>Soarin looks over at you
>"What's wrong? Oh! Canterlot is built on the side of this mountain. It literally sticks out over the side."
"And you didn't think to tell me that earlier?"
>"Well, it's perfectly safe. It's held up by magic."
"I'll take your word for it."
>You slide back towards the window as the train enters a tunnel
"So where are we headed?"
>"Well, Princess Celestia is in Ponyville right now, so we're headed there."
"You've got this all planned out, don't you?"
>"Yep! And from there, we'll go to Cloudsdale, where you can meet my family."
"I can't wait."
>You pull him closer to you as you wait to get to Ponyville
>Wherever that was

>The train pulls into a small train station
>The two of you hop out and you drag your suitcase out onto the platform
"So is there a hotel nearby?"
>"I found us a place to stay."
"You stepped out of the room for five minutes."
>"I can get stuff done quickly! We'll be staying at Princess Twilight's castle, which is where Celestia is staying, too."
"A castle, huh?"
>"Yeah."
"I've always wanted to fuck in a castle."
>"Yea- Wait, huh?"
"Just messing with you."
>Two pegasi wearing golden armor walk up to you
>"Are you two Anon and Soarin?"
>"That would be us."
>"Follow us."
>They walked off the platform, and you followed them
>The town looks almost medieval
>The houses have thatch roofs and the roads are paved with stones
>But ahead of you sits a giant crystal castle
>The guards open the doors and the two of you walk in

>The entrance hall is large and ornately decorated
>A few ponies trot out of a large set of doors at the end of the long hallway
>One is very, very tall, and has a white coat and a flowing, ethereal mane
>The other is a purple, shorter pony with a deep purple mane
>Both of them have wings and a horn
>The tall one walks up to you and Soarin
>"Greetings, and welcome to Equestria, Anon. My name is Princess Celestia. I trust that you had a safe trip?
"Absolutely. Equestria just doesn't compare to Earth, Princess."
>"Excellent. There are a few things Soarin and I must discuss. You can come, if you like. We have tea in the reception room."
"Beats standing here."
>You follow her and Soarin into the next room
>It's just as elegant as the last room, with crystal decorations
>A few chairs are assembled in the center of the room, with a teapot sitting on a small table
>Princess Celestia introduces you to the other two ponies sitting there: Princess Twilight and Spitfire
>As soon as Soarin walks into the room, Spitfire starts to tear up
>She stands up and walks over to him
>"I thought you were dead."
>"I'm so, so sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
>She pulls him into a hug and he pats her on the back
>After a few seconds, she steps back and looks down
>"I replaced you. I'm sorry. I promoted Fleetfoot to second-in-command, and let Rainbow Dash on the team. I can let you back on, don't worry, but a lot has changed."
>"I'm not coming back. Consider me retired, Spitfire. I've got a coltfriend now, and he's more important than that. I couldn't stay in a relationship as a Wonderbolt. None of us could. So I'm going to have to decline any offers you have."

>She smiles
>"I understand. You were a great Wonderbolt, and you'll be an even greater coltfriend. I'll notify the press of your retirement tomorrow."
>"Ah, could you wait until we're out of Equestria? I don't want that much attention from the press."
>"Sure thing."
>Celestia pours you and Soarin some tea and you sit down
>"Now, Soarin, I have an offer for you. You're the Equestrian with the most knowledge of Earth, and you've already made progress with Earth governments. I'd like to appoint you as an ambassador of sorts."
>"Wait, what? I just turned down the Wonderbolts. What makes you think I'd take this?"
>"Because, Soarin, Earth knows you, and you know Earth. Nothing like this has ever been accomplished before. Until the specifics have been fleshed out, you are the best choice."
>"Well, what sort of things would I be doing?"
>"You would be a part-time representative of Equestria, making sure any action taken involving us would be fair and bipartisan. You would only need to do this for around six Earth months, when Earth governments will hold a conference about the creation of Equestrian embassies."
>"How much does it pay?"
>Celestia whispers a number into his ear
>His eyes widen
>"Shit."
>"Please write to me when you have decided. That's all, Soarin. I'll have a guard escort you to your room."
>He gets up to exit the room and you follow him
>"Thank you for the offer, Princess. I'll let you know when I have an answer."

>A guard pony opens the door and the two of you walk out
>"You are Anonymous and Soarin, correct?"
>You nod
>"Your room is upstairs. Follow me."
>He leads you up the elegant staircase, down a hallway, and into your room
>It's as fancily decorated as you'd expect from this castle
>Soarin flops down on the bed
>You sit on the end of it and stroke his mane softly
>"I want to help Equestria, Anon, but I also want to be with you. The last nine months of my life have been amazing, and spending the next six tied up in government affairs sounds draining. But Celestia needs me. I saw it in her eyes. There's nopony else."
"She said it would be part-time, right? And six months isn't that much time anyways. You won't have to worry about not spending time with me because I'll be waiting for you when you get home."
>"What did I do to deserve you?"
>You gave him a small kiss and he laughed
>"It sounds stressful."
"Go with what you think is best, Soarin. You have some of the best instincts out of anyone I've ever known."
>"I need to think."
"Then think. We're staying the night, yeah? You can sleep on it."

>You wake up with Soarin in your arms
>You pull him closer to you and rest your head on his mane
>His eyes flutter open the same adorable way they always do after a good night's sleep
>He looks up at you and steals a kiss from you
>"Morning, Anon."
"Sleep well?"
>"Mmm, very. Though it hardly compared to the night before it."
"Hope nobody heard us."
>"Hope somepony did."
>Soarin stretches and rolls out of bed
>"Come on, let's get something to eat before we leave."
>He trots over to the door, tail flicking
"Hang on, Soarin. I need a shower."
>"I'll be waiting downstairs for you, then. I'm starving, and they might have pie here."
"You need a shower, too."
>"Ponies don't have to shower every-"
>He looks back to his flanks
>"Again?"
"Yeah."

>You walk out of the room with Soarin in tow
>The scent of fresh baked goods drifts down the hall
>Soarin's eyes widen
>"They have pie."
>He trots down the hallway, and you walk after him
>At the end of the hall, a set of doors leads into an elaborate dining hall
>Soarin opens the door and an array of food is piled on the table
>You sit down in the middle of the large row of seats, and Soarin sits across from you
>Celestia is to your left, and Spitfire is to your right, a ways down
>You grab a small pastry and bite into it
>Tastes better than Earth's, that's for sure
>You look up at Soarin
"So, what's the plan for today?"
>"We're heading to Cloudsdale to meet my parents."
"When does the train leave?"
>"Train? I'm flying! We'll need to cast a cloudwalking spell on you, but you'll get to see Cloudsdale."
"A cloudwalking spell?"
>"Yeah! It's a bit scary at first, but you'll love it."
>Celestia looks over at Soarin
>"So, Soarin, have you come to a decision yet?"

>"I think I'm going to do it."
>She smiles
>"Wonderful. If it isn't a problem, you'll need to stay in Equestria for a week or two so I can prepare you."
>Soarin looks over at you and you smile and nod
>"That's fine. I'll be back in Canterlot once we finish our vacation."
>Certainly. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a busy day today."
>"No problem, Princess. Have a nice day."
>"The same to you, my little pony."
>She trots out of the room and Spitfire turns to face you
>"You're going up to Clousdale?"
>Soarin grins
>"Yeah! Princess Twilight said she'd cast the cloudwalking spell on Anon."
>"Going to see your parents?"
>"Yep."
>"Well, if you need a place to stay, stop by my place. I still have that apartment in Manehattan too, if you're heading out there."
>"I think that's on the list."
>"Awesome. Just let me know."
>She gets up and flies out of the room
>The two of you finish eating quickly and head out of the room

>As you walk down the hallway, you pass several opulent rooms
>Princess Twilight sits in one of the rooms, reading
>Soarin peeks in through the open doorway
>"Princess?"
>She looks up and puts her book down
>"Please, call me Twilight. And I assume you want me to cast the spell?"
>"If you could."
>"No problem. Anon, if you could step in here, please."
>You walk into the room and she looks up at you
>"Okay. This shouldn't be too hard."
>A purple glow surrounds her horn, and your skin begins to itch a little
>But as soon as it begins, it's over
>"Alright. It should work, but just to make sure, can you grab a piece of cloud from outside?"
>Soarin trots out of the room, and Twilight looks back at you
>"So what's Earth like? I haven't had the chance to visit yet, although I want to."
"It's different than Equestria, that's for sure. You have to see it to believe it, though."
>"I know. I was a bit skeptical at first, too. I couldn't believe the stories. Buildings with over a 100 levels? Flying boats bigger than Ponyville? And yet there's no magic in your world? It sounded crazy! But it can be done."
"You're a scientist, right? You'd love it."
>Soarin flies back into the room holding a small, puffy tuft of cloud
>"Anon, touch this cloud."

>You extend a hand out to the cloud and rest your palm on it
>It feels soft and fluffy, like a cotton ball
>Soarin is beaming
>"Come on! All our stuff was already sent up while we ate. You ready to fly, Anon?"
"As I'll ever be."
>You say goodbye to Twilight and walk out of the castle
>Off in the distance, a white mass hangs in the sky
>Soarin points to it with one of his adorable hooves
>"See that? That's Cloudsdale."
>You thought it was just a really big cloud, honestly
>You walk with Soarin through the city
>All sorts of ponies have market stalls or shops in the wide streets
>Across the river, the town gives way to grassy hills
>Soarin stops and stretches his wings
>"Here's as good a place as any. You'll have to be careful with me, or we'll fall out of the sky."
"I know how to be gentle."
>He thwaps you with a wing
>"Not like that, Anon. Come on, get on my back."
>You laugh and he gives you another playful smack with his wing

>You wrap your arms around Soarin's neck and sit on his hips, right behind his wings
>He starts slowly flapping and you rise off the ground
>One foot becomes five, then ten, and then twenty as you rise up
>You look down and your grip tightens
>"You okay, Anon?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just get to Cloudsdale."
>He turns and starts flying in that direction
>You lean forward until your head is right behind his
>Stray locks of his hair fly in your face
>You gently bury your nose in his mane and take a deep breath
>He always smells crisp and fresh, with a hint of equine musk
>Slowly, Cloudsdale grows in your field of vision
>You don't want to look down right now
>Soarin flies over the edge of the cloud city and above the streets
>A few ponies notice him and wave
>He touches down in a small park at the intersection of a few streets
>You cautiously put a foot down on the cloud and find it firm, but malleable
>You dismount and pull Soarin into a kiss
"You're amazing, you know that?"
>"Only when I have somepony like you to tell me every day."
>You give him another quick kiss before standing up
"Now, which way to your parents'?"

>He starts off down a wide road and you follow him
>As you walk, you start to notice small things about the city
>Some buildings didn't even have entrances at street level, and ponies just flew up
>It's no surprise that you only saw pegasi here
>A few ponies with obnoxiously large cameras and flashbulbs take photos of you and Soarin and you walk, but you mostly remain undisturbed
>Some taller buildings look like apartments, and each floor has a small balcony leading inside
>And everything's made from cloud
>One of these buildings is where Soarin stops
>"My parents are on the second floor. Hop on."
>You sit on his back, wrap your arms around his neck, and lean forward as he flies up
>He lands on the balcony and you stand up
>He raps at the cloud door a few times
>"Mom? Dad? It's me, Soarin."
>The door swings open and two beaming pegasi are on the other side of it

>The mare has a light blue coat, a long, even lighter blue mane, and bright green eyes
>The stallion has a darker blue coat and a blue mane much like Soarin's
>Soarin looks between them and you
>"Anon, these are my parents: Flash Flood, my father, and Skydancer, my mother. Mom, Dad, this is my coltfriend, Anon."
>Skydancer trots up to you
>"You're so tall!"
>Soarin's father laughs
>"Sky, he's a human. Humans are tall. Come on inside, Anon. It's going to be a bit windy for the rest of the day."
>The four of you step inside and you look around the living room
>It's bright and made entirely out of clouds, even the furniture
>You sit down on a cloud couch
>It's plush and soft, not like the firmer clouds that made up the roads
>Are there different types of clouds?
>Skydancer derails that train of thought
>"So, Anon, you'll be staying the night?"
"Yeah. I'm looking forward to seeing more of the city."
>"It really is a wonderful place to live. How does it compare to Earth? Which city are you from, again?"
"We live in Chicago, but I didn't grow up there, so I don't have the accent. And, uh, there isn't any town on Earth that's made of clouds."
>She gets up and walks through an arch into what looks like a kitchen
>"Soarin, all your luggage arrived safely. It's in your old room."

>Soarin motions to a small hallway and you follow him
>At the end of the hall is a small room
>A few old Wonderbolt posters hang on the walls, and a bookshelf is filled with Equestrian books.
>"Like it?"
"Pretty nice, yeah."
>You give him a small peck on the cheek, and as soon as you break it, he goes in for a deeper one on your lips
>Your tongue prods at his lips, but he pulls away
>"Come on, save it for when we get to Manehattan. I got us a nice hotel room. We won't have to leave."
"Good. We won't."
>You give him one last kiss before walking back out into the living room
>Flash Flood is sitting in a cloud chair
>"So, Anon, how's my boy treating you?"
>You sit down, and Soarin hops up next to you
"Better than any human, that's for sure."
>"Dad, whatever you're going to ask next, don't."
>He grins
>"But, son, I was only going to ask which one of you is on-"
>Skydancer pops her head into the room
>"Flash, don't scare him away before we've gotten to know him."
>"Just a little humor, that's all, dear."

>Flash grinned
>"Come on Anon, I'd love to hear more about Earth."
>Skydancer trots into the living room
>"I wouldn't mind hearing a bit as well."
"Well, what do you want to hear about?"
>"For starters, how did you meet Soarin?"
"It was late at night. I was walking home from work, and I cut through a park like I always did. Then a glowing portal opened above a tree a ways down and this guy flew out and crashed into a tree. I ran over to help him, and we ended up going back to my apartment. I helped him adjust to Earth life, and beat away the press and the nutjobs."
>"Ah, defending your lover from lunatics. How romantic."
"It was surprisingly frequent. But that all stopped once we moved away and people got used to him."
>"Where do you live now?"
"When Soarin started making some money from interviews and things like that, we moved out of the apartment and into a small house nearby. It's a bit big, but nice."
>"Sounds lovely."
"What else do you want to know? A lot of the stuff you have to see to believe. Chicago's skyscrapers are a bit scary compared to everything here."
>"I'd love to go out there one day."

>Skydancer hops up
>"I need to go get started on dinner, if you don't mind. It'll be a bit early, but that gives us plenty of time afterwards."
"Works for me. We just had breakfast a couple hours ago, though."
>"Anon, we woke up at noon."
"Really? Damn, that's late. The castle was great, though."
>Flash Flood looks up at you
>"The castle?"
"Yeah, the one in Ponyville. We stayed there for a night."
>"Well, how's your trip been?"
"It's been great so far. We stayed in Canterlot for a night, then Ponyville, then here. I think we're going to Manehattan next."
>"So you're getting a tour of Equestria."
"Yep. I can't wait to see the rest of it."
>"Maybe after dinner Soarin can show you around Cloudsdale, then."
"Sounds like a plan. I think we're just staying for a night, though."
>"That's fine. You two go out and see the city."
"After dinner. For now, any other things you'd like to hear about Earth?"
>"Yeah. When can I come over?"

>You spend the next half hour talking to Flash about various Earth things
>Having lived in Equestria his whole life, he was very curious about Earth
>You could say the same thing about Equestria
>Slowly, the smell of food begins to fill the room
>It's driving you crazy, really
>How can Equestrian food smell so damn good?
>Eventually, Skydancer trots out from the kitchen and calls you all to dinner
>In the next room is a modest dining table, and the four of you can all sit comfortably
>A large casserole sits at the center of the table
>You offer to serve it for Skydancer, but she refuses
>"You're our guest, Anon. I'll take care of it."
>Once it's in front of you, you take a small bite
>The flavors explode in your mouth, and you sigh
"This is really good. Thank you, Skydancer."
>"Oh, I'm glad you like it. Family recipe."
>Dinner is filled with talk of Earth: Earth history, Earth technology, Earth stories
>Even mundane life in Chicago was fascinating to them, which was a bit amusing
>They listened to every word, though, and were genuinely interested

>After the meal was finished, Soarin dragged you out the door
>"Come on, Anon, I want to show you something. You'll like it, I promise."
>You get out onto the cloud street and Soarin navigates the windy paths
>Eventually, you come to a small building
>Even made out of clouds you could tell it was run-down
>He steps through the doors and ponies all cheer
>The bartender, a tan stallion, looks up and smiles
>"Guess you finally decided to drag your ass back here."
>"I know you're surprised to see me. I would have put it off longer, but this guy wanted to see the sights so badly."
>"You come back after all this time and this is the first place you come?"
>"Don't be flattered, buddy. We stayed in Ponyville before we came here."
>"Ponyville? Guess you really did hate me."
>The bartender slides two mugs over to you and Soarin
>"On the house. I know you don't like to stay long, but it's still good to have you back."
>"Good to be back again, buddy."

>The bartender walks off and you look over at Soarin
>"What? He's an old friend from college. I came here to get a drink some nights after practice. They have the best cider in the city."
"Cider?"
>You grab a mug and take a sip
>It's crisp and fresh, but more apple than alcohol by far
"Tastes pretty good. Not very strong, though."
>"Not compared to anything on Earth, maybe, but here, this is some of the strongest stuff out there."
"Lightweight. Now I know why you got so damn drunk the first time you had anything on Earth."
>"Hey, c'mon, drink quickly. The best is yet to come."
>You finish your drink and Soarin does the same
>Sometimes, though, someone would sit down and stroke up a conversation
>It was mostly filling in Soarin on what had happened since he left
>Someone quit drinking for good, someone quit drinking "for good", someone got married, someone flew off to Fillydelphia, and so on
>A few ponies were a bit curious as to who you were, and when they found out you were dating him, Soarin was congratulated on his catch
>Eventually, though, you left the bar, and Soarin led you across the town, stopping at the end of a road
>In front of you was nothing, only the sky
>You hop on Soarin's back and he flies up to a small cloud
>On it is a cloud bench with a perfect view of Equestria
>Ponyville and Canterlot are off in the distance, barely visible in the dark sky

>"Can't believe they didn't move this cloud."
"What's so funny about it?"
>"This was the choice of Cloudsdale couples for years. Somebody pushed it over the town twenty years ago, and it's always been moved back."
"And you brought me here to do what, exactly?"
>"Oh, sit down."
>You rest on the bench, and Soarin moves close to you
"I feel unclean just sitting here."
>"Oh, calm down, you prude. It wasn't that bad. I just wanted you to see the view, which isn't as cool in the dark, but it's better than not seeing it at all. Plus, my parents are great, but some time to relax is always nice."
"You're not wrong. Can't say I'll ever get enough of you."
>"Am I that adorable?"
>You pull him into a quick, but deep, kiss
"Very."
>He leans in for another kiss, and you gladly comply with his silent request
>When your lips separate again, he's panting
"You okay?"
>"Celestia, I love you, Anon."
"I love you too, Soarin."

>He leans back on the bench and sighs
>"Beautiful night out, really. This is why I came. When I was in high school and even college, I'd come here to rest after a hard day. Of course, more often or not the cloud would be occupied, but when I had the chance, I'd sit."
"Well, I can see why. Being up here, away from everything, is great."
>He leans into you, and you wrap an arm around him as he looks out
"Soarin."
>"Yeah?"
"Do you want to stay in Equestria?"
>"I mean, yeah, if you want to, but I do like Earth. Why?"
"Just thinking."
>You spend most of your time there in silence, Soarin buried into your side
>After a while, he leans forward and stands up
>"We should be heading back."
"I'd object, but you're my ride, so I kinda have to do what you say."
>He laughs and wiggles his flanks
>"Hop on."
>You ride back down to the cloud streets and meander back to Soarin's parents'

>When you walk through the door, Flash Flood raises an eyebrow
>"Just showing him the city, Soarin?"
>"Yeah."
>He yawns
>"I'm beat. I need to rest."
>"Goodnight, Soarin."
>"Goodnight."
>He trots down the hallway and into his room
>"Will you be staying up, Anon? It's getting late."
"I might as well sleep. We'll be leaving tomorrow in the early afternoon."
>"For Manehattan?"
"Yeah."
>"Well, goodnight, Anon."
"Goodnight, Flash."
>You turn and walk down the hallway
>The door is shut, and you open it a crack to peek inside
>Soarin is in bed already, and you walk over to him
>"Glad you could join me."
"I'd never pass up the opportunity to spend a night with the stallion of my dreams."
>You climb under the covers and wrap Soarin in your arms, stealing a kiss on the top of his head before sleep takes both of you

>You wake up tangled in the bedsheets with Soarin pressed against you
>His hooves are wrapped around you, and his head is buried in your neck
>As you start to shift, one of his eyes opens, but slowly closes
>"Don't move. I want to stay here with you forever."
>You smile and give his mane a small kiss
"You're adorable, you know that?"
>He doesn't respond, only inhaling deeply with his eyes still closed
>"I love you, Anon."
"I love you too, Soarin."
>You lay together like that for almost an hour, drifting in and out of sleep, sometimes planting small kisses on each other
>Eventually, there's a small knock on the door
>It's Skydancer
>"Soarin? Anon? Are you awake?"
>Soarin's head slowly rises and he sits up
>"Yeah, Mom, we're awake."
>"Well then get out of bed! I made some breakfast for the two of you before you get going."
>Soarin curses under his breath
>"Shit, the train. We're coming, Mom!"
>He starts to get out of bed, but you grab him with an arm and bring him on top of you
>You share a quick hug before he hops up and trots out of the room

>You walk out after him and the smell of food knocks you off your feet
>You didn't realize how hungry you were until you smelled whatever was cooking
>When you turn the corner, you see Soarin rushing to sit down at the table
"What's the hurry, Soarin?"
>"She made French toast. Prench toast. Doesn't matter, it's basically the same."
>Skydancer looks up from her seat at the other end of the table
>"Yep. Your favorite."
>Soarin barely acknowledges her, as he's already digging in
>You take a small bite and the Equestrian flavor fills your mouth
>Earth food sucks compared to this
"I can tell why he loves it so much."
>She smiles
>"Thank you, Anon. Flash is already out; there was a problem with a flash flood in Fillydelphia. He told me he couldn't wait to see Earth."
"My offer still stands, you know. Come visit anytime."
>"We'll definitely come over soon."

>The three of you chat idly over breakfast, and when the meal is finished, you walk back to your room to pack
"Manehattan, huh?"
>"Yep. You'll love it. There's so much to see, and so much to do. But if you don't want to leave the hotel room, I won't protest."
>You rub behind one of his ears as he sits down on the bed
"We'll see. I wouldn't want to get your hopes up."
>You pack your clothes and Soarin's various tickets and papers, and go back into the living room, where Skydancer is waiting
>"It was great meeting you, Anon. You're the nicest coltfriend Soarin's ever had."
"Thank you, Sky. I'll visit again soon."
>You open the door, grab your small bag, and hop on Soarin's back
"Ready?"
>"Yep!"
>He takes off and you dip beneath the cloud city, with Ponyville on the horizon
>The two of you land unharmed and you walk with Soarin the rest of the way to Ponyville
>On your way through the hamlet, a few ponies stop and wave at you
>The friendliness of ponies never ceases to amaze you
>On the other side of town is the small train station
>A cutesy train is already there, and you walk up to the conductor
"This train's going to Manehattan?"
>"Sure is! You need tickets?"
>Soarin pulls two out of your bag
>"We already bought some."
>The orange pony takes the tickets and ushers you onto the train
>You sit down by a window, and Soarin curls up next to you
"You've come prepared. How'd you get those tickets?"
>"My mom got them yesterday while we were out."
"How very thoughtful of her."
>You plant a small kiss on his muzzle before the train lurches to a start

>The sun travels slowly across the sky as you pass through the Equestrian countryside on your way to Manehattan
>You spend most of your time looking out the window with Soarin curled up next to you
>You run your fingers through his mane and he sighs in contentment
>Moving your eyes away from the rolling hills, you take a look around the car
>There's a surprising amount of humans on this train
>Some of them are traveling with a pony tour guide, while others are alone or with family
>They're outnumbered by the ponies, though
>Soarin cracks an eye open and looks up at you
>"How much longer until Manehatten?"
>You take a look out the window to look at the sun's position in the sky
"We're supposed to arrive at around sunset, and it looks like the early afternoon."
>"Trains suck."
>You scratch behind one of his ears and he moves to rest his head on your lap
>"Company's nice, though."
"It always is."

>When you arrive in Manehattan, the sun has already set
>You had a quick meal on the train, but are still tired as you step off the platform and onto the city street
>It's much busier than Ponyville, Cloudsdale, and even Canterlot, but nothing compared to an Earth city
>The buildings are mostly five stories tall and made of brick, with shops on the first floor and apartments above
>It almost looks like New York City would have been like at the turn of the 20th century
>Soarin leads the way down one of the busy streets, having already reserved a room at one of Manehattan's many hotels
>He stops in front of a limestone building and a doorpony opens the door for the two of you
>The lobby is ornately decorated, with marble columns and wood paneling
>Soarin trots up to the desk and a colorful mare greets him
>"Welcome to the Dakota. Do you have reservations?"
>"Yeah, under Soarin."
>The mare leafs through a large book with her magic
>"Yes, you're right here. Room 701, the Presidential Suite."
>She levitates two keys across the desk to Soarin and he takes them in his mouth
>He hands you one, and you put it in your pocket as you walk up the stairs

>Soarin throws open the door and you're in awe
>The room is large and ornate, with elegant paneling and Victorian-esque furniture
>And this is just one room
>You can see a dining room through a large archway, and past an open door is the bedroom
>Soarin trots into the bedroom, and you carry your luggage in behind him
>As soon as you step into the darkened bedroom, Soarin leaps into you, wraps his forelegs around your neck, and pulls you into a long, deep kiss
>You're knocked back a bit at first, but once you recover you lean into him
>His flat tongue prods at your lips and you open them to let him in
>When you finally break the kiss, he's panting and wears a crimson blush
>You drop the suitcase and start to unbutton your shirt
>With Soarin still on you
>He seems to understand and leaps onto the bed
>As soon as your shirt is off, you join him

>He grabs the zipper of your jeans in his mouth and drags it down
>Your dick springs out of your boxers, and you pull down your pants and toss them away
>Soarin runs his tongue along the tip of your dick, lapping up a bit of pre
>Without any warning, he takes the head in his mouth and you let out a deep breath
>He bobs his head down, taking in more of you with each one
>His tongue passes over the medial ring and you scratch one of his ears
>The ear flicks involuntarily and he only takes in more
>With each flick of his tongue and movement of his head, he comes closer to having the whole thing in his mouth
>That moment comes when his muzzle bumps against your stomach, and he looks up at you as he pulls back
>Once he only has the tip in his mouth, he bobs his head down quickly, and you let out a gasp
>He works his tongue in all the right places, and you find yourself close to orgasm
>You grunt
"Ngh- Soarin, I'm gonna-"
>Your dick twitches in his eager mouth and the first rope of cum shoots into him
>You thrust your hips as you cum in Soarin's mouth, and he swallows every drop

>He pulls his head up and the last few spurts of cum find their mark on his face
>Soarin licks his lips, turns around, and raises his tail at the center of the bed
>"Okay, Anon, give it to me."
>You get up and position yourself on top of him
>Your dick pokes his tight asshole, and your head is right next to his
"Ready?"
>Soarin nods quickly
"Good."
>You slowly slide your dick into his ass, and he lets out a moan
>You keep pushing your rod into him, even past the medial ring
>He moans softly as your head passes over his prostate, and you stop pushing into him to tease him
>You rub the tip of your dick against the same spot, and he moans louder
>"Ohh, Anon, just fuck me~"
>You grin and kiss him on the cheek as you start to push into him again
>You keep going until you've hilted inside him, and he moans again
>Slowly, you pull back and start thrusting softly
>"I thought I said to fuck me-"
>You cut him off with a quick, deep thrust, and are rewarded with a moan
>You pump quickly and rhythmically, with Soarin moaning and panting underneath you
>Soon, you can feel yourself coming close to another orgasm, and start thrusting deeper, balls slapping against his ass with each thrust
>After a few quick pumps, you bury your dick inside him and cum buckets
>Soarin yells your name as you cum inside him, a moaning, gasping mess underneath you

>You pull out and collapse on the bed next to him
>"Mmm, Anon, that was great."
>You give him a quick kiss and a smile, but notice he's squirming in your grip
"What's wrong?"
>He points down and you find his throbbing dick, dripping pre and twitching wildly
>"That."
>You give him a lust smile and give the tip of his large, black horse dong a kiss
>One hand moves down to fondle his balls, and the other starts stroking his shaft around the medial ring
>He starts panting again, and you swirl your tongue around his head, savoring the taste of your coltfriend
>You know you won't be able to take him in your mouth, but you lick the head as much as you're able to
>As you start to plant kisses closer to his medial ring, hands running up and down his length, you feel the head flare, twitching farther up your head
>The first few ropes of cum quickly find their place in your hair, but the next long, thick spurts clear your head entirely
>You move your hands faster to milk every last drop from him and bury your head in the base of his cock, licking and kissing hungrily
>He thrusts a few times as he cums, and you can feel his seed splattering on your back
>When the spurts of cum lose their intensity, they land in your hair, before stopping altogether
>Soarin plops down, exhausted, letting out one last moan as his head finds a pillow
>You give him a quick kiss on the cheek before getting up
"I'm going to clean up really quick."
>"I'll be waiting for you."
>When you emerge from the bathroom after quickly wiping Soarin's cum off your back and your hair, he's fast asleep
>You slide under the covers and wrap your arms around his frame, pulling him close to you, before silently falling asleep

>Soarin trots through the door, wearily shutting it behind him
>As he walks over to the large, clean sofa, you move over to give him room
"Bad day?"
>"Tiring day. I don't know why Princess Celestia thinks I know anything about portals."
"I'm sure she has her reasons."
>Soarin hops up and stretches out next to you
>The small pied-á-terre you bought close to the Chicago portal was intended to be a place to relax between trips, but it quickly evolved into a full-time residence as Soarin's job as Equestria's ambassador took its toll
>And, a few weeks ago, he got news that the Equestrian embassy was nearing completion in Washington, D.C., so you'll be moving again
>He sighs when your hand makes contact with his mane, and you slowly pet him as he relaxes
>"I can't wait for this to be over."
"At least it's for a cause. You're helping Equestria."
>You bend down and steal a kiss on his forehead
"Paycheck's not bad, either."
>"The Princess says Spitfire's planning on getting me nine months of back pay as a Wonderbolt, even though I went missing. It's supposed to be a surprise, though."
>You feel him shift on the couch and look over
>Soarin's lying on his back, wings spread out and fully erect
>"Kiss me, Anon."
>You plant your hands on either side of him and give him a long, deep kiss
>One hand moves to take off your shirt, and a hoof moves down to your pants
"Eager, aren't you?"
>"Don't say you don't love it. Oh, fuck me hard, Anon."
>You grin as your dick springs free and you reach for a bottle of lube

>You coat your dick in the clear, shiny lube and press it against Soarin's round, tight asshole
>He lets out a small breath, which turns into a moan as you push the head inside him
>His tight ass clenches around you, but you press on
>You bottom out quickly, and he gasps as you start to thrust
>He's small enough that you can look him in the eyes as you fuck him
>As your thrusts pick up speed, his eyes roll back and his tongue lolls out
>"Ohh, Anon, faster~"
>You start pumping deeper, and his moans grow louder
>You silence him with a long, kiss, and he moves a weak hoof down to his dick, rubbing it along the shaft
>A hand moves to push the blue hoof off of his stallionhood, your fingers quickly taking its place
>He rewards you with a deep, throaty moan, which you cut off with another kiss
>He loves it when you do that
>Your thrusts become more erratic, and you feel yourself nearing orgasm
"Soarin, I'm gonna cum-"
>You thrust as deep as you can, and fire off spurt after spurt of cum
>He moans as rope after rope of seed coats his insides, even as your orgasm fades
>You pull out of him and take a look at his panting, sweaty frame
>He still hasn't came
>Yet

>You softly grab his shoulders and move him to a sitting position
>His dick stands tall at attention, and you put both hands on it, stroking up and down
>"Oh, Anon~"
>He pants softly with each soft, teasing stroke
>Under your grip, he doesn't last long
>The delicate touch of your hands makes him moan and squirm
>You see the head flare in your grip and start to pump your hands faster
>With a loud cry, the first long strand of cum shoots out of him, landing squarely on his muzzle
>His long, thick cock fires into the air, and cum lands on Soarin, on the couch, and even on you
>Slowly, his orgasm fades, and you plant a small kiss on the tip of his dick to coax out one last dribble of cum
>Soarin weakly pulls you into a kiss, his cum on both of your faces
>You lick up a puddle of it resting on his muzzle, and he gives you another moan
>"Oh, that's hot. You're amazing. Keep going."
>You slowly clean the cum off the rest of his face, and he rewards you with another kiss when you've finished
>"Anon?"
"Yeah, Soarin?"
>"Carry me into the bedroom. I don't think I can walk."
>You comply, picking up his delicate, warm body in your arms and carrying him into the nearby bedroom
>You lay him down on the soft bed
>He sinks into it, and you follow suit
>You wrap your arms around him and pull him closer to you
>Soarin does little to resist, rubbing himself into your chest as you scratch one of his ears
>"Anon?"
"Mhm?"
>"I love you."
"I love you too, Soarin."

>"Anon, do I have to be blindfolded?"
"Yes. I want this to be a surprise."
>And this is gonna be the surprise to end all surprises
>You lead him into the Sears (fuck Willis) Tower, and he sticks close to you as you make your way to the elevators
>Scott is already waiting by the elevators
>Having a friend who's a security guard always pays off
>He leads you into the elevator, pushes a button, and steps off as the doors close
>When the car lurches to a start, Soarin almost loses his balance
"Don't worry. We're just in an elevator."
>"I can tell."
>The elevator shoots upwards, and the floors quickly tick off
>At floor 103, the doors open, and you lead Soarin out and over to one end of the tower
>The whole city unfolds in front of you, and the last rays of the sun slowly disappear beneath the horizon to your left
>You reach behind Soarin and take the blindfold off
>A quick look at your phone confirms the time
>Everything's perfect
>"Wow, I can't believe you never took me here. I love it. It's like I'm flying, but on level ground."
"Is that why you like our place so much?"
>"Our pl- Oh! I can see it! The light's on! Look, right there!"
>He points to the John Hancock Center, where your condo sits on the 81st floor
>You didn't know that they had condos, either, until you started looking

>As Soarin stands, captivated by the view, you send out a quick message
"Now."
>Suddenly, forty-five floors of people in the building turn their lights on and off at once, in three rapid bursts
>Soarin laughs
>"That was-"
>He's stopped as the seemingly erratic pattern of lights forms letters
>He focuses on the nearby building as the lights spell out a message
>"S O A R I N W I L L Y O U M A R R Y M E"
>The lights turn off and a tear falls from his eye
>He turns to you and you're on one knee, silver band in the open box
"The past year has been the best of my entire life, and I never want to be away from you. So, Soarin, will you-"
>"Yes."
>He closes the distance quickly and gives you the most passionate kiss of your life
>When he pulls away, he looks straight into your eyes
>A tear falls from his eye and he wraps his arms around you in a tight hug
>"I love you so much, Anon."
"I love you too, Soarin."
>You've never been happier than you are here, with the stallion you love in your arms
>The modified ring looks more like a bracelet, fit to a pony's hoof
>You slide it on his foreleg and the magic in it shifts it to fit snugly
>He lets out a small gasp as a light hits it, giving the silver a shine

>"Wow. I- I can't say how much I-"
"You don't have to."
>You pull him into another tight hug, and he relaxes at your touch
>When Soarin pulls away, you get a glimpse of his tear-streaked face
>You lead him back to the elevator, and on your way down, his eyes remain fixed on the silver band
>You climb into a taxi and slowly make your way back home
>Soarin leaves the cab first, and you follow him into the elevator up to the sky lobby
>When you reach the lobby on the forty-fourth floor, a crowd of people starts clapping and cheering
>Soarin looks over at them, beaming
"Thank you guys, again."
>"How'd it go?" asks someone in the crowd
"Better than I ever hoped for."
>That brings another cheer from the people in the lobby
>On the sixty-fifth floor you get on another elevator, and another crowd greets you with their applause
>Finally, you make it to your unit, and the two of you collapse on the bed
>Soarin looks over at you and scoots a little closer
>You wrap your arms around him like he loves so much, and you fall asleep with him close to you