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On an empty dirt road to the east of Ponyville, a pegasus stallion stood by a tree, his mane fluttering from his sky blue coat, a banner of pride in the breeze; a winged lightning bolt decorated his flank, the iconic symbol of the Wonderbolts. A pair of racing goggles were strapped to his forehead. He stood tall and proud, not allowing the anxious thoughts tearing at his mind show in his emerald eyes. He watched the clouds slowly drift up from the western horizon over Ponyville. It was a sunny day in the earth pony town, but a few of the white fluffs lingered in the air; the weathermare must be taking it easy today.

The pegasus' thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a pink earth pony bouncing along the path over the horizon, happily humming a tune about cupcakes when she came to a stop in the shade of the tree.

"Hi there, are you waiting for my party to start? You know, you should really wait somewhere closer to Sugarcube Corner. Then you can get there faster!" The mare spoke at the speed of sound, not allowing much time for pause between her sentences. She was still gleefully bouncing as if the dirt path was instead paved with trampolines.

"Uh...well, actually, I'm just wai--"

GASP!!

The stallion was cut off by the sudden inhale of the mysterious pink pony, who had leapt into the air, suspended by nothing more than the sheer force of her gasp. "I know you! You're that Wonderbolt Dashie was talking about at the Gala! Soarin'; I like your apostrophe. Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie! So what are you doing in Ponyville, Soarin'?" The earth pony gasped a second time, "ARE YOU HERE FOR MY PARTY!?"

Soarin' the Wonderbolt cowered for a moment, unsure of how to react; this pony was absolutely crazy. "Um...actually," he started, his composure quickly returning now that the pink pony started calming down ever so slightly, "I was supposed to meet with a pegasus pony named Rainbow Dash. You wouldn't know her, would you?"

Pinkie Pie grinned widely, "Well of course I know Rainbow Dash, silly! I know everypony in Ponyville and Dashie is one of my super-duper bestest, closest, bestest-best friends!"

"Oh, good! Well, she sent me this letter, a challenge to a race around town. At least I think that's what it was, it was hard to make out since it looked like somepony spilled chocolate cake batter or something on it."

"Double-chocolate macadamia cupcake batter," the pink pony corrected.

"Yeah!" Soarin' agreed, quickly taken by surprise. "Wait, what?"

"Weeeeell..." the pink pony started, blue eyes rolling around her head as she stretched out the word, "I just so happen to know that Dashie isn't in Ponyville today. She conveniently got a race challenge, too."

"What!?"

"Yep! She left for Cloudsdale this morning. She's supposed to be meeting Spitfire."

"WHAT!?"

"So I guess you're stuck with cute lil' ol' me!" Pinkie Pie said, poking the pegasus' side with her hooves with the last four words. She was unable to contain the grin on her face any longer. "So what d'ya say, Soarin'-with-an-apostrophe: how about you race me instead?"

"R-race? You?" He scoffed at the idea, absolutely sure that no earth pony could ever keep up with a Wonderbolt.

"Yep, and the winner gets a spending spree at Sugarcube Corner." The mare's grin softened into an almost seductive expression. "And all the pie can eat!"

Soarin's wings sprung open. "P-p-pie!? Aw mare, I love pie!" The pegasus' mouth watered at the thought. All the pie he could eat, and all he had to do was beat an earth pony at a race.

The mare giggled as she continued to grin. "It sounds like I win either way!"

Soarin', consumed by thoughts of pastries, brushed the comment off without a second notice. "Okay, Pinkie Pie," he brought his goggles down over his excited emerald eyes, "you're on!"

"ALLLLLL-RIGHT!" The pink pony cheered. "How about a race to Quills and Sofas in Ponyville?"

"Three-two-one, GO!" The Wonderbolt shot into the air, a sky blue blur disappearing over the hill towards the earth pony town. His hooves stretched out in front of him as he cut through the air, leaving a trail of gray smoke in his wake as his speed continued to pick up.

Ponyville peaked on the horizon; it was a quick trip for a Wonderbolt. The town was bustling with ponies trotting to and from stalls buying and selling fruits and vegetables. Soarin' sped over Town Hall, bringing his hooves to the ground in front of a shop window decorated with sofas and an assorment of feathered quills. That was it! He was here and the pink earth pony was nowhere to be seen.

Soarin' panted lightly, a bit short on breath but nothing a seasoned Wonderbolt couldn't easily brush off. He stood tall in front of the shop, wings proudly spread wide and eyes staring out on the path he'd followed into town.

"Hi-ya Soarin'," a familiar cheerful voice called out from above.

"Hey Pinkie Pie."

A cold shudder froze the stallion's body, gravity pulling his wings limply to his side. The pegasus looked up, meeting the gaze of his pink racing adversary. She was on the shop's awning, her forehooves draped over the edge, a large smile still spread from cheek to cheek.

"Wha...?"

"I guess I win!"

Soarin' stood still, his jaw wide open in disbelief. "How in Celestia...there's now way you could keep up with me!"

Pinkie Pie ignored the statement, "So I guess we're headed to Sugarcube Corner? I think you owe me a free shopping spree."

Soarin' let his confusion rest for the moment. He folded his wings at his side and walked after the bouncing pink pony, somehow happy to see the mare so energetic and cheerful; despite the results of the race, he couldn't hold back the smallest of smiles that appeared on his face.

Description
On an empty dirt road to the east of Ponyville, a pegasus stallion stood by a tree, his mane fluttering from his sky blue coat, a banner of pride in the breeze; a winged lightning bolt decorated his flank, the iconic symbol of the Wonderbolts. A pair of racing goggles were strapped to his forehead. He stood tall and proud, not allowing the anxious thoughts tearing at his mind show in his emerald eyes. He watched the clouds slowly drift up from the western horizon over Ponyville. It was a sunny day in the earth pony town, but a few of the white fluffs lingered in the air; the weathermare must be taking it easy today.

The pegasus' thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a pink earth pony bouncing along the path over the horizon, happily humming a tune about cupcakes when she came to a stop in the shade of the tree.

"Hi there, are you waiting for my party to start? You know, you should really wait somewhere closer to Sugarcube Corner. Then you can get there faster!" The mare spoke at the speed of sound, not allowing much time for pause between her sentences. She was still gleefully bouncing as if the dirt path was instead paved with trampolines.

"Uh...well, actually, I'm just wai--"

GASP!!

The stallion was cut off by the sudden inhale of the mysterious pink pony, who had leapt into the air, suspended by nothing more than the sheer force of her gasp. "I know you! You're that Wonderbolt Dashie was talking about at the Gala! Soarin'; I like your apostrophe. Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie! So what are you doing in Ponyville, Soarin'?" The earth pony gasped a second time, "ARE YOU HERE FOR MY PARTY!?"

Soarin' the Wonderbolt cowered for a moment, unsure of how to react; this pony was absolutely crazy. "Um...actually," he started, his composure quickly returning now that the pink pony started calming down ever so slightly, "I was supposed to meet with a pegasus pony named Rainbow Dash. You wouldn't know her, would you?"

Pinkie Pie grinned widely, "Well of course I know Rainbow Dash, silly! I know everypony in Ponyville and Dashie is one of my super-duper bestest, closest, bestest-best friends!"

"Oh, good! Well, she sent me this letter, a challenge to a race around town. At least I think that's what it was, it was hard to make out since it looked like somepony spilled chocolate cake batter or something on it."

"Double-chocolate macadamia cupcake batter," the pink pony corrected.

"Yeah!" Soarin' agreed, quickly taken by surprise. "Wait, what?"

"Weeeeell..." the pink pony started, blue eyes rolling around her head as she stretched out the word, "I just so happen to know that Dashie isn't in Ponyville today. She conveniently got a race challenge, too."

"What!?"

"Yep! She left for Cloudsdale this morning. She's supposed to be meeting Spitfire."

"WHAT!?"

"So I guess you're stuck with cute lil' ol' me!" Pinkie Pie said, poking the pegasus' side with her hooves with the last four words. She was unable to contain the grin on her face any longer. "So what d'ya say, Soarin'-with-an-apostrophe: how about you race me instead?"

"R-race? You?" He scoffed at the idea, absolutely sure that no earth pony could ever keep up with a Wonderbolt.

"Yep, and the winner gets a spending spree at Sugarcube Corner." The mare's grin softened into an almost seductive expression. "And all the pie can eat!"

Soarin's wings sprung open. "P-p-pie!? Aw mare, I love pie!" The pegasus' mouth watered at the thought. All the pie he could eat, and all he had to do was beat an earth pony at a race.

The mare giggled as she continued to grin. "It sounds like I win either way!"

Soarin', consumed by thoughts of pastries, brushed the comment off without a second notice. "Okay, Pinkie Pie," he brought his goggles down over his excited emerald eyes, "you're on!"

"ALLLLLL-RIGHT!" The pink pony cheered. "How about a race to Quills and Sofas in Ponyville?"

"Three-two-one, GO!" The Wonderbolt shot into the air, a sky blue blur disappearing over the hill towards the earth pony town. His hooves stretched out in front of him as he cut through the air, leaving a trail of gray smoke in his wake as his speed continued to pick up.

Ponyville peaked on the horizon; it was a quick trip for a Wonderbolt. The town was bustling with ponies trotting to and from stalls buying and selling fruits and vegetables. Soarin' sped over Town Hall, bringing his hooves to the ground in front of a shop window decorated with sofas and an assorment of feathered quills. That was it! He was here and the pink earth pony was nowhere to be seen.

Soarin' panted lightly, a bit short on breath but nothing a seasoned Wonderbolt couldn't easily brush off. He stood tall in front of the shop, wings proudly spread wide and eyes staring out on the path he'd followed into town.

"Hi-ya Soarin'," a familiar cheerful voice called out from above.

"Hey Pinkie Pie."

A cold shudder froze the stallion's body, gravity pulling his wings limply to his side. The pegasus looked up, meeting the gaze of his pink racing adversary. She was on the shop's awning, her forehooves draped over the edge, a large smile still spread from cheek to cheek.

"Wha...?"

"I guess I win!"

Soarin' stood still, his jaw wide open in disbelief. "How in Celestia...there's now way you could keep up with me!"

Pinkie Pie ignored the statement, "So I guess we're headed to Sugarcube Corner? I think you owe me a free shopping spree."

Soarin' let his confusion rest for the moment. He folded his wings at his side and walked after the bouncing pink pony, somehow happy to see the mare so energetic and cheerful; despite the results of the race, he couldn't hold back the smallest of smiles that appeared on his face.