>you and dash string together a nice loop of highways and surface streets
>earning some oohs and ahhs from dashie as you went past the casino, the stadium, and the old town
>and of course above all else, whoops cheers and laughs as you wrung it out on long straight sections of highway
>cars looking like nothing but cones to slalom around
>dashie getting more comfortable with every pull
>she was ready
>but first, the bike was getting a bit light, time to fill up
>and what better place than the wawa on the edge of the city
>in contrast to the aesthetic buildings of downtown, this area was all cookie cutter developments and two-story housing projects amongst miles of warehouses and industry
>meaning not a soul was out here on a saturday night
>"woah... my legs are like, shaky" dashie points out as she roams around the pump with a visible vibration in her hooves
>"youre gettin' your sea legs"
>"why is this a 'wawa' anyway?"
>"because it has you on it"
>you point at the red bird up on the beige building
>"all... day... breakfast... do you think they sell pancakes here?"
>you actually think about it for a second
>"nah, last i came it was all eggs and stuff like that"
>dash marescrunched slightly
>*CLUNK*
>tikatikatikatikatikatikatikatika
>you put the pump back, pull yourself back together, and start the bike up
>dash is still hovering in front of the wawa sign
>"DASHIE!"
>she perks up and zips back to her post, sitting like an attentive student in her helmet
>"you ready?"
>some cute and fast nods
>"alright, were gonna spice it up a little bit. were going into the middle of nowhere where we can go REALLY fast"
>dash gulps under a beaming grin
>as you immediately find the perfect song
>"now listen closely, the beginning of this songs quiet"
>dash is giving her full attention
>with the volume on max, you press it with your thumb
>"AHHHH!"
>the first second of Them Bones sent dash shooting into the sky
>you laughing your ass off as she returned to earth
>and a very pranked pegasus calling you all sorts of dummy names as she play punched and shook your arm
>once you finally caught your breath, you looked back at her
>"you ready?"
>bobbleheaddash.wmv
>visor down, visor down, killswitch center, red button
>rewind button...
>you feel a small jolt in the body behind you, even though its now at a reasonable volume
>couple of hooves around your abs
>and off you go
>iiiiiiiiiiii belieeeeeeeeeeve them booooooones are meeeeee...

>as you ride northwest out of town, civilization thins out into collections of mobile homes and large plots of overgrown land
>amber bulbs radiating above the trees behind the curtain of endless LED streetlights
>after a very well advertised bend north, an endless stretch of highway with flat grasslands on one side and tall, thick brush on the other
>you pin the throttle, and the vaccuum of air sucks at your sides
>dashs grip tightens across your front
>70, 80, 90...
>she still clasps around you hard, but her breathing tells you shes a lot more used to it than before
>you always knew she was a speed demon
>you let off the throttle as some rhythmic flickering lights pop out in the distance
>and in about 30 seconds, you reach your left turn
>a whole light show of flashing ambers, reflectors, and rows of red and green traffic signals mark this seemingly monumental intersection of two roads.
>master of puppets finishes off as you wait for two straggling cars to pass by
>you wonder what song is gonna host the climax of this ride
>Natural Born Killer
>hell. yes.
>you feel dash's head bobbing against your back
>finding your gap, you lean yourself right and the bike left through the tight turn, and roll on the throttle
>keep it at about 60 until you get through the left
>and poetically during a machine gun riff, you flip to running lights, and pin the throttle
>dash's grip tightens again on cue
>except this time, you dont stop
>wring all the way through 4th...
>clutch up...
>BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
>the winds louder than the engine
>the engines peak RPM barely pokes above the wind noise with its redlined pitch
>oh were not done yet
>clutch up...
>BRAAAPPPPSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
>almost under the wind you can hear raspy laughter
>or you could be feeling her chest vibrating and your ears filling it in
>all sound collects in this supernova bubble around you
>underlined by the now muted, staticy wind noise
>blasting between the runways of reflectors catching the moonlight and feeding you the clear path forward at an absurd speed
>and now that your eyes are adjusted, the tapestry of stars further communicating to you every stain and pebble on the asphalt
>tall grey trees undulating in a ribbon-like wave to your-oh, blinking yellow
>you let off after what felt like 10 minutes in that state
>even dash lets off loose enough you think you were standing still
>'and im waiting, waiting for the days to pass me by'
>can you pull it off this time?
>'AND ALL THE PROMISES ILL FIIIIIIIIND...'
>youve got some extra weight on the back...
>'no hesitating, you pulled the trigger now your story's left behind'
>dash is gonna love this... even if you gotta chase it out
>'LIKE. MY. SOUL. YOU. WONT-'
>clutch, crunch, THRO-TLLLLLE
>your front wheels in the sky
>holy fucking shit
>feather that 1 to 2 milimeters of rear brake like its a tight rope
>dash clamps around you like a spidermonkey
>you cackle maniacally as you catapult your 
unicycle down the highway
>dash is laughing too, you feel it in her chest
>and pounding heart punching you in the shoulder blades
>for maybe 5 seconds until the bubble forms and all is right again
>you feel something new though
>bap. bap. bap. bap. in a constant rhythm at your sides
>you glance down for a split second
>shes flapping her wings
>humans will never know what its like to fly under their power
>but this has to be pretty damn close
>and the fact that you took a creature that loves nothing more than flying and speed to that exact state with your own invented device
>one that is so extremely cute, soft and pure of soul
>makes this an easy top 3 night of your life

>omnomnomnomnomnomnom
>this is her second 4-stack of strawberry pancakes
>youre more of a waffle house guy, but it was the guest's craving
>the feeder fetish fags got something right, who knew
>she wipes off the sticky strawberry jam with her hoof
>"sho... whygggsfishplashe"
>"i cant hear a word your saying"
>gulp
>"so why is this place called "IPHO?" like, 'international pancake house of...'"
>youre confused
>"of what? you already said pancakes"
>"no i know, but like, theres still an 'O' after it so its like 'of' what!?"
>did she fall off and you not realize it?
>"what has an O after it?"
>"the SIGN! you know, the big blue thing out front, it says IPHO!"
>you try not to laugh
>mostly at the thought of dashie flying off and coming back unscathed because, well she can actually fly
>"Dashie, its 'international house of pancakes' I-HOP, I..."
>it hits you like a ton of bricks as blue fast starts to passionately spell out aye-pee-eych-oh
>why she has such a hard time remembering what your bikes called (KTM 530 EXC)
>why she waits for a friend to get home before opening her mail
>and more importantly, why it took until daring do, a book which is full of pictures, to actually enjoy reading
>....we love our dyslexic blue pegasus.
>"uh, anon? you okay?"
>you laugh, but its more of a blush laugh
>"can i get you- guys... anything else?"
>"get her another 4 stack of strawberry pancakes"
>fucking waitors always killing the moment
>"come here"
>"she stretches her head full of beaming eyeballs across the table
>and you ruffle up her helmet head even more
>"i can tell you had a lot of fun tonight"
>she giggles
>"yeah... i didnt know you can go SO FRIGGING FAST in this place!"
>"and thats not even in the air"
>"maybe we should try that sometime, put me on your K-T-N..."
>close enough
>"...and try to fly with it! im sure twilight could find a way to work it"
>"well ill tell ya one thing, it wasnt legal"
>"pssh, rules are for chumps"
>truly your spirit mare
>"heres your pancakes sir"
>she beams a grin and starts attacking plate number three
>for about 3 bites
>until her eyelids drop like shutters
>sugar crash
>YAWWWWWN
>"im tired anon..."
>"dont mind if i do."
>operation: pay and get sleepy mare home is now in place