The white and green plane pony soared through the skies, with a contrail and wingtip vortex following her wake, along with the more readily obvious green and white trail, not too dissimilar to the wake left by a certain rainbow Pegasus, the shock diamonds that erupted from her jet nozzles indicating that her afterburners were active and chucking fuel appropriately. The speed she was reaching was almost equal to the speed of sound, just about to break the sound barrier and make her own white-green sonic boom. Even then, the robopony flew happily, her emerald green eyes that looked almost like camera lenses, scanning the surrounding area with computer-like precision as her flaps and elevators adjusted her position and direction accordingly, cutting through the baby blue sky and celestially-white and soft clouds with her wings like if they were daggers.

Alongside the white and green plane pony, she was accompanied by a unique and odd character that was currently sitting on her synthetic back. Said stowaway was already an extremely rare sight in itself, since he was from a race barely anyone ever saw or knew about, but what was rarer even was the fact that the two-toned gray pony hybrid was willingly flying with the plane pony under her…. Well… ‘Willingness’ might be an exaggeration of the current situation, considering his general stance.

The ‘passenger’ of this flight, was a mostly gray and extremely fluffy wolf pony, with azure blue eyes that reminisced the light blue background just behind him… and basically all around him at this point. He also had a paler shade of grey in his hindpaws and forepaws, underbelly, and part of the face, the last one which also had a cute and very boopable dog-like nose instead of a horse nostril like most pony-subspecies tended to have. Aside from all those defining characteristics that set him apart from the rest of ponykind populace, he also had a very furry and silky tail, not a hair tail like ponies, but a legitimate tail as a wolf would actually have, the owner of said velvety and plushy tail having to put it between his legs, not for the metaphor points, but for the simple, yet exceptionally important reason of not turning said appendage into a fiery, burnt memory, by the hot exhaust coming from the plone’s rear.

“Let’s increase our acceleration and decrease our height!” The plane pony said, starting to control his elevators to make a descent, attempting to trade potential energy (altitude) into kinetic energy (airspeed), in such a way that it would be controlled and manageable for the wolf pony on her back, but at the same time being a thrilling experience. The wolf pony though wasn’t quite keen on this particular idea his companion just had. For him, it was imperative to land now, and take deep, controlled breaths, quite possibly just lay on the ground for a whole day if necessary. His overall appearance didn’t seem to indicate the courage necessary for a daring maneuver as that; his shrunken irises and pupils, his wide, blank stare, his droppy ears, his fluffed up tail and back, the “How did I get driven into this” facial expression, the strength on which he was holding Sweetie Bot’s back of the neck. All indicated that a new airsickness case was born, possibly from a little-too-eager plane pony that decided his companion should experience the magic of flying himself. The wolf pony with a FBI baseball cap was expecting something gentle and not too extreme, but sadly, even though he knew it wasn’t really going to be a flight at just 3km/h at just 10m altitude, he definitely wasn’t expecting not even a single bit the Cobra stall maneuver she did, and much less the Defensive Spiral at such high speed and so close to the Everfree’s trees. So right now, the most appropriate word to define his mixture (Or more like mishmash) of feelings would be “Trauma”. Doesn’t help that in the Cobra maneuver he actually lost grip of the plane pony and did a free-fall, only the quick reflexes of the airpony saving him from a tragic disgrace. Coming to think about it, that’s probably why his light gray and soft forepaws are so intent in holding anything of Sweetie Bot, either the mane or the fur of her neck, reaching to the point of clawing her for a grip if necessary. He definitely doesn’t want to slid off and fall again, oh heck no, in this case the (G) forces were way too much with him.

“N-no!” Flow said, he was most of the time a courageous and experienced traveler and adventurer, but it was most likely that too much adrenaline pumped on his body today, and he wanted to just drop himself on the bed and never ever do this again. Or atleast, not do it until his shock has passed, which would probably last a few long months. “L-let me down!” He said again, managing to somehow emulate dog-like whimper noises and small howls that were more a distress call than anything else. It probably came from his canine breeding, but still. “P-p-please!” He started to stutter, his voice cracking as they started descending abruptly into the ground, like if Sweetie Bot were planning to dive bomb Flow’s home. His constant whimpers and dog whining indicated that he was probably questioning himself why he even accepted to go with this white plone for a ‘friendly, fun ride’ in the first place, seems like he definitely didn’t understand at all Sweetie Bot’s ‘fun’ moments.

“Aww, you’re no entertaining” The plane pony whimpered herself, but in her case it sounded more like an annoyed horse whinny as she controlled her descent, starting to trade again kinetic energy for potential energy slowly, to not have a spiked drop in altitude but instead land gently, just like a real airliner would do in such case. She circled around Flow’s house a few times, slowing herself with every turn, and added to the fact she was also starting to lower her throttle. After a few seconds, when she considered her airspeed and altitude were optimal for a safe and sound landing procedure, she started her final approach. Flow meanwhile, scared of the white plone’s abilities, hugged her neck tightly, like if he were trying to choke her, but all he was trying to do is to not get severely hurt.

The plone skillfully descended slowly, in a plain near the wolf pony’s home in the Everfree, where there weren’t any trees and was extremely suitable for a landing (Well… An actual airstrip would’ve been even better, but so far there hasn’t been any plan of urbanizing Everfree enough to have airports and airfields around). And then, the moment came, when her soft white forehooves made contact with the green grass underneath, and then her fluffy hindhooves followed suit. She ran for a few seconds, trying to lose her momentum, and, as an extra ‘Oomph’ to her current task, her plane tail suddenly opened and revealed a drogue parachute, that was dragged behind the plane pony and aided in the braking. Soon, she would be trotting, and afterwards, just walking, still with the wolf pony on her back, trembling by fear. Deciding to be considerate to the poor wolf pony which she had subjected much terror upon, she walked herself towards the house of the hybrid canine-horse, opened the door, and managed to somehow get Flow off her and into the bed. She smiled caringly and tenderly at him, petting and ruffling his puffed up fluff as he seemed to register he wasn’t high above the skies anymore and hugged tightly the bed, accidentally clawing it in the process.

“We’ll do even more entertaining activities tomorrow!” The plane pony said with such robotic inflection that indicated her real race, and then, just as fast as she flew, she left, giving two gentle pats on the terrified wolf pony’s head before she departed, proceeding to put her drogue parachute back into place and take off again from where she just landed, being lost in the offing. As for our cute and adorable and introverted wolf pony… Well… he probably just experienced the prolegomenon of flight… even the first date with her was a turbulent one.

The third and final (For now) drawing I’ve done to GlitchedWolf, my very best and very cute and very lovely friend that’s very adorable and I just wanted to draw this for him. This one is somewhat more unique than the other two, because, aside from the appearance of a background in comparison to the other two Yay me being lazy, I drew this based on an idea I just popped out from my normally not imaginative mind while we were chatting, trying to nudge him to tell me to draw something for him (Even though he’s a shy cutie too pure for this world and felt kinda bad of asking me to draw anything :v) and he found it a quite cool idea, so I decided to go ahead with it and put my best effort on it, since I love drawing stuff for friends and he’s like a very best and very cute friend that I just want to squeeze him in a hug until he can’t breathe… of course all in the name of friendship xp (Twilight Sparkle would be proud :b)

I made Sweetie Bot as a plane pony, more specifically a Sukhoi Su-27 Flanker, and I made her absurdly fluffy cuz yes (Don’t ask how robots or plane ponies have fur, or I’ll blast you with dual Mauser BK-27s >:v). I also drew green stripes by petition to make her look more ‘robotic’ and put a few ‘rivets’ around her ‘fuselage’ to further point out she’s a precious stalkerish robot pony. And of course, they both have black baseball caps with the FBI letters, because of an inside joke of sorts between me and the cutest wolf in all the land :b. And yeah, Flow is pretty, very much so scared and nervous. Wouldn’t you be if you were flying past the sound barrier with the only thing keeping you in the air being your paws firmly holding a robot pony’s neck? Xp Don’t ask how their caps don’t get blasted away by the wind :v)