Soarin wanna Rainbow chapter 1

"Nice one, Soarin'!" Spitfire said as the pale blue Pegasus  flew back to her.
Spitfire picked up the Frisbee that Soarin' had returned to her, and positioned it in her hand before launching it off as far as she could into the sky. Much like a dog and owner would, Spitfire was playing a game of "fetch" with Soarin', only the difference was that Soarin' was a Pegasus, not a dog, and instead of chasing after the Frisbee right away, the goal was to see how long Spitfire could hold Soarin' back and still have him catch it. Even with the Frisbee only inches above the ground when Spitfire let go of Soarin', he still crossed the fifty foot gap in under a second, and clamped the Frisbee in his jaw before returning it to Spitfire in a combined time of two seconds.
"Jeez, unless I let it hit the ground, you really are gonna catch it every time." Spitfire muttered to the impatient Pegasus at her feet.
She bent down to pick up the Frisbee once more, and repeated the process from last time. Soarin' got himself ready, wings unfurled and standing in a crouched position. Spitfire began a countdown to when she was going to let him go, and he tensed every muscle in his body in anticipation. But as she neared the one in her count, his body went slack, and he stood upright, wings flattened across his body. The Frisbee fell to the ground, and Spitfire looked back at Soarin', who was gazing at something off in the distance.
"Soarin'? Something wrong?" Spitfire questioned. The normally energetic Pegasus was staring at something across the park, seemingly motionless.
Spitfire looked over to try and see what he was staring at, and after a few moments saw a brightly colored filly walking across the park. Spitfire now knew what was happening to Soarin'. The filly had caught his eye, and part of him wanted to go after her. The rainbow Pegasus continued to walk down the path, unaware of the pair of eyes following her. As much as Spitfire wanted to let him go, she knew she couldn't. Being a Wonderbolt often got in the way of things like this, and she knew that if he was caught, this could be the end of it for Soarin', her as well since she technically was meant to take proper care of him, whatever that meant.
Soarin started to pull away from her, so she tugged back and held him more firmly. He continued to squirm under her grasp, trying to wiggle away from her in a vain attempt to catch the rainbow Pegasus. Spitfire wrapped her wings around him as well, signaling a no escape for him. Although strong himelf, with the combined force of her arms and wings, Soarin' had no escape.
Knowing his efforts would not do anything but tire him out, Soarin' collapsed to the ground in a heap, letting out a sigh as he did so. Spitfire felt bad for him, but knew that rules were rules, and relationships were one of the most highly enforced of the rule list.
"Sorry, Soarin', but you know how it works." She said, feeling a little depressed at this as well.
"Hey, maybe I can get you some pie when we get back." She tried, but her effort to cheer him up had no effect.
"Man, if pie doesn't cheer him up, this is bad" Spitfire thought.
Later that night, the two settled into bed, the ever loyal but now depressed Soarin' lying beside Spitfire, contained in her hug. Usually, both Pegasus and human alike would go to sleep in a happy and contented way, but tonight Soarin' looked like someone who's parents just died.
Spitfire tried to console him to no effect, and eventually just lay there and wrapped him in a tight hug. No words were spoken after that, as sometimes something as simple as a hug is able to contain even the strongest of emotions. Although no happy, a little weight seemed to lift off Soarin's chest, and the two both quickly fell asleep.