Mr. Cake stepped into the locker room with cautious excitement. Fit pegasai buzzed around to their lockers, exhausted after another daring show of aerial stunts. The Wonderbolts were in Ponyville on the current stop of another of their Equestria-crossing tours of aeronautic and acrobatic feats of wonder. The yellow baker pony looked nervously around for something in the chaos. It’s important to understand that Mr. Cake was a huge Wonderbolts fan. He loved the graceful way they soared through the sky, effortlessly jetting through clouds as the sun shone on their magnificent costumes. As an earth pony forever stuck on the ground, the whole idea of flight excited him since he was a little colt. This idea was one sadly not shared by his wife, an equally land-locked earth pony. “Get your head out of the clouds honey, there’s work here to do on the ground.” Her words echoed in his mind. She had not joined him on this trip to see the Wonderbolts, in fact she was not even in Ponyville. Mrs. Cake had left the day before to deliver a cake out west and would not be back for a few more days. Mr. Cake attempted to use his tall stature to look over the crowd in search of that mare. Pumpkin and Pound Cake were back at Sugar Cube Corner being watched over by Pinkie Pie - this earth pony had come to the show alone. Then he found her, blood pumped into his face as he locked eyes on that beautiful mare with sleek curves and fiery hair that could cut through the sky with the speed of a bullet and the beauty of a ballet dancer. This was the exhilaration he yearned for in life that Mrs. Cake just didn’t understand. Mr. Cake watched as Spitfire slowly removed her sweaty Wonderbolt uniform, preparing to reveal her usually hidden cutie mark underneath, a pleasure Mr. Cake had experienced a time before. “S-Spitfire,” Mr. Cake stuttered attempting to get her attention. He watched her strong, majestic wings flap as she turned to see him. “Ah, Mr. Cake, we meet again,” Spitfire said smiling,” did you enjoy the show?” Mr. Cake stood for a second, lost in the gorgeous sight before him. “Oh it was a fantastic show Spitfire, you ponies really know how to put on an amazing performance, especially you,” he said, moving forward to stick a hoof around her. The two embraced for a moment. Then Spitfire continued stripping her uniform. “I can tell you’re excited to see me, your wife not come to the show?” she questioned, cocking an eyebrow. Mr. Cake dashed a hoof nervously at the ground, ”oh she’s out of town for a few days.” “Oh really,” Spitfire looked grinning, “well we’re here in Ponyville a couple more days. Maybe I can give you,” her eyes lowered, ”a private performance.” Mr. Cake’s heart began to beat faster. The last time Spitfire had visited, she flew him up into the sky and together they gracefully soared through the air. He still hadn’t cleared that day out of his head, the thought of his hooves leaving the ground became a daily daydream when bored at the bakery. “W-well that would be fantastic Spitfire,” he stammered back as he began to sweat. “Awesome,” Spitfire returned,”I just gotta shower off quick with the team. As cool as they look it can get pretty gross inside our costumes. Actually you look pretty sweaty too, maybe you want to join me in there hotshot.” Mr. Cake’s heartbeat thundered through his lanky frame,” I would enjoy that Spitfire.” The two ponies walked to the showers, Mr. Cake and his Other Mare.