Burning Feathery Love

"If I walk down here, take a left, then another right, the classroom should be the fourth one down on the left side." You pause before continuing talking to yourself. "Who am I kidding, that's not right." You're standing in the middle of an unidentifiable hallway looking down at your academy map. After rotating the maps a few times to look at it from different angles your sense of direction still sucks.

"No, wait... If I'm here then... Hmmm..." You stick your tongue out in concentration. Just when your about to give up and trade some pride for some reliable intellect you notice somepony beside you also looking at your map. She's small, yellow and purple. You're unable to recognize her. "Excuse me?" You say.

"Oh... I... Ermm... D-Do you need any help?" You try to convince yourself you're fine without help but fail. Looking down at the floor defeated, you dejectedly whisper. "I'm lost."

"I'll gladly help you... W-Where do you want to go?" Her voice is soft and quiet.

"Classroom 4B. I'm sure it's around here somewhere." You flip your map again.

"Oh... Class 4B is behind you. Second door on the left."

"Oh, right yeah. Thanks."

She smiles and whispers. "You're welcome"

You look at the door into classroom 4B. You're supposed to be here checking on Firestreak's class. You never thought of Firestreak as a stallion that could teach, or even wanted to, but apparently he's good at it. Hence his class being full of students and recruits alike. It seems like you're late, looking into the class shows Firestreak writing on a chalkboard while the rest of the ponies flipped pages in their books. Without prolonging the inevitable you walk in. A gryphon in a security outfit naturally attracts the attention of everypony.

Except Firestreak, who's still busy writing on the board. He must've heard somepony coming into his current class and speaks to you without turning, unable to distinguish you from a student. "You're late. Take a seat and get your notebook out."

"What you doing today Firestreak?" You ask him honestly, ignoring his orders to sit.

"You've should have checked the class log-" before he finishes talking he turns to look at his late student only to realize you're clearly not a student. At all. Instead a gryphon clad in an overly protective looking security uniform stood in the doorway, grinning.

"Nice outfit! Where'd you get it?"

"Spitfire gave it to me, I'm not sure why." Saying her name makes you think back to this morning, to when she surprise kissed you. Even if it was just a joke, you can't seem to treat it like one. You shake your head free of these thoughts just in time to hear Firestreak talk again.

"So what brings you to my class of nephology?"

"Class of what?" You have no idea what he just said.

"Nephology." He turns to his students. "Pillow Clouds! Please explain to our security gryphon what nephology is, you'll get an extra credit."

A young pale looking recruit with a bright yellow tail and mane stands up. "Nephology is a dedicated part of meteorology, specifically the study of clouds sir!" He sounds almost militaristic. Meteorology. The study of weather, is that what Firestreak teaches?

Firestreak nods to the recruit who promptly sits back down. "So Lazuli, what brings you to my class of cloud heads?"

"Nothing really. My duties right now are to learn the academy premises off by heart. Which means I've got to find each Wonderbolt at different times at different places."

"Don't worry, Spitfire tends to give out easy jobs until you settle in properly. Soon you'll be chasing roks and all sorts. Just you wait and see."

Some quiet muttering is heard from the back of the class. You look to see who it is, but they go silent as soon as you turn your head. "I'll stay here for ten or twenty minutes anyways. If you don't mind Firestreak."

"Sure, feel free to take notes or whack recruits that give me dumb answers to easy questions." You smile, shake your head and sit at an empty desk at the back of the classroom. Only now can see what Firestreak wrote on the chalk board; Cumulus Nimbus - Storm clouds.

You knew one thing about those clouds. Flying into them meant getting wet. Very wet. Which causes your current train of thought to go full circle and back to Spitfire. It was only a day or two ago that you both flew into a storm cloud, getting soaked in the process. "Turn, to page, three hundred, and ninety four." You tune out the sound of Firestreak's voice and instead keep thinking about Spitfire, something about her attracted your thoughts and you're determined to figure out what.

Halfway through Firestreak's class, you fell asleep.

"You okay Lazuli?"

You hear your name and wake up with an unintentional panicked grumble. "Mmghhm! What? Oh.. Y-Yeah, I'm fine! I was just thinking."

"You were mumbling stuff about Spitfire, you sure you're okay?"

You quickly think up an excuse. "Yeah, I just have a meeting with her today. Yeah.. that's right." You look about the class noticing it's currently empty. Surprised you check the clock. You'd been asleep for two and a half hours!

"Oh crap, I'm way late. Sorry Firestreak you'll have to teach me later." He wholeheartedly laughs at you.

"Hope you enjoyed your nap." Says Firestreak as you rush out of the class without risking embarrassing yourself anymore. You're not exactly sure what to do now your timetable is all messed up. Maybe you'll just skip those two hours and figure out an excuse later. Which means next on the list would be Soarin, he should be at the racetrack outside.

A relaxed search for the exit gets you thinking. Didn't Lightning Dust say she had some sort of lesson with Soarin today? Perhaps she's there now, all the more reason to find Soarin next.

Not long into your search you spot Soarin and four other pegasi flying outside. He's watching them do laps of the racetrack. You go outside and fly towards them. Before you could reach them one of the pegasi which happens to be Lightning Dust flies down to meet you halfway. Soarin watches and just shrugs, allowing the disobedience.

"Hey Lazi, what'ca doing here? I heard you were sleeping during on of Firestreaks lectures." You laugh, news travels fast.

"I was just resting my eyes is all." You doubt any real excuses would work against Lightning Dust.

"Don't lie, they're boring, i know that myself, infact i tend to sleep during them too. Just don't tell anypony." You shake your head in disapproval and tsk at her. "Don't judge me if you sinned yourself. Anyways, do me a favour and get Soarin in trouble or something, I've had enough lessons today and could use a break."

"Oh?" You think and tilt your head to the side, flapping your large wings steadily to keep yourself hovering in place.

"Just do something to keep him occupied for another thirty minutes. Please! I'll buy you a drink later if you do." Lightning Dust smiles a sly grin and you think it over. On one claw, it's your first day and you should be doing your job to the best of your ability. Yet on the other claw, it's a bit of harmless fun, and making friends can only help you settle into this new job.

The Wonderbolts themselves seem to enjoy a more fun relax approach to teaching instead of being strict so you go with Lightning Dusts suggestion. "SOARIN!" You shout and gesture a come here with your claw. Meanwhile Dust grins and nods before flying back to the other three pegasi who had gathered to watch the security gryphon.

Soarin gestures to the recruits before flying towards you. The recruits including Lightning Dust land and begin chatting amongst themselves.

"What's up Lazuli? You need me for something?" Soarin says with a slightly puzzled look on his face.

"I'll be honest since it's my first day, Dust asked me to keep you busy until the class was over. I think she's trying to be lazy-"

"Perfect!" Soarin interrupts. "I've been teaching pretty much non stop this morning, i could do with a break." He then lands and heads towards the recruits saying something. When he returns you've landed and been waiting curiously. "That sorts that out. Encase anypony asks, your questioning me about my routine ok?"

You not sure what just happened, but you're starting to think Soarin is being lazy too. "Sure.." Is all you say before Soarin suddenly pushes you.

"Come on, I gotta show you my office."

Soarins office? That sounds fun. Before you know it, you're following him throughout some corridors idly chatting. At some point the conversation turns to Spitfire.

"So you remember that day i was hiding from her? Turns out i was being stupid, nothing happened between us. That being said, I did get a kiss after scaring her this morning."

"A kiss? What'd you do?"

"What do you mean, what did I do? She was the one who kissed me, not the other way around."

"Yeah, but I've know Spitfire awhile now, probably better than any other Wonderbolt besides Wonder Wings, and getting a kiss from her means you did something. I just wanted to know what." You arrive at his 'Office' which is just a big room with a few couches, a fridge, kettle and a few other items. The only thing that make it look like an office are the bookshelves lined up against the far wall. It looks far more like a common room than an office. As if on queue Soarin answers your internal question. "It's not actually my office, I don't have one, but since I'm here during most of my time off, ponies treat it like my office."

You take note of the location, if this is Soarin's 'Office' you'll probably be back here a few times. As you wander about Soarin asks you about Spitfire again. "So what did you do to Spitfire? I'm guessing you fell ontop of her at an awkward angle or something."

"You're surprisingly close Soarin. I caught her messing with my outfit in the early hours so I surprise pounced her. I got off her immediately after realizing the awkward position we'd landed in. She didn't move so after I got off her so I thought I had hurt her, and when I went to help her up, Wham! she kissed me."

"Yep, that sounds about right. Look, Spitfire is weird, she acts very dominant most of the time, but she's a right submissive when it comes to love."

"What? No way, Spitfire? Submissive? Soarin, she's got more balls than both of us. Combined. And that's saying something."

"Believe me or not, you're the one who got kissed haha." He laughs. "I knew she liked you, but I never thought she'd make a move on you already."

You struggle with the idea of Spitfire being a sub, but It's not completely unbelievable. You start to think of ways to exploit this new knowledge.

After chatting with Soarin in his 'Office' for longer than you should've you still have a job to do and next up is Spitfire according to the timetables given to you by the very same mare. She should be in her office writing up expense reports.

As nice as Soarin is you decide it's best to leave him with his own duties and see to your own. On your way to Spitfire's office you notice two stallions trying to open a side door. You shout over to them. "Need any help?" Immediately they turn to look at you, then run. It takes a moment before your brain decides to chase after them. They acted guilty of something and you wanted to find out what.

They turn a corner and seconds later you do, you're just about to shout at them again when your interrupted by Spitfire. She is laying on the floor with her hooves and wings tied up with rope. "Officer Lazuli! Save-" You hear a faint snicker between all three of them. "Save me!" She sounded like she was having...Fun? If it wasn't for what Soarin just explained you might have taken this seriously.

"Can't catch us."

"Let her go... This is only very slightly funny." You walk towards them casually, not at all concerned. You hear them laugh as you got closer and closer, eventually one stallion picks up Spitfire and hauls her over the other stallion's back before they both start running again.

"Hurry up and save me you feathered lump!" No matter how suspicious this looks you chase after them. They take you around the academy until they barred themselves into a room. You're not sure what the rooms purpose is, you've yet to explore even half the academy complex.

You shake the door handle a few times confirming it being locked. "Come on guys, this sucks. Don't make me break some academy property already." You wait for a response but get none. With a firm charge towards the door you fall directly into the dimly lit room. Somepony opened the door just before you bashed into it.

"SURPRISE!"

The once dark room lights up with a burst of light revealing a large group of Wonderbolts and friends that had gathered together and created what looks like a birthday party. It isn't your birthday today. (If it is by chance your birthday today, happy birthday!)

Spitfire approaches you first, seemingly fine about just being captured minutes ago. "Maybe that was just a trick to get me here." you think as sarcastically as possible.

"Sorry about the chase and all but we needed to get you off guard to really surprise you. Did it work?" You are surprised. Pessimistically so. "I guess that's a yes. I arranged a little welcome to the club party. We normally only have these for members of the Wonderbolts who recently pass recruitment and get onto our team. But! You're apart of our team now so you deserve one."

You take a look around the room. Music is playing, balloons and streamers are tossed about the place, a few tables had been set up with drinks and food including some fish! There are a number of ponies you don't recognize and many you do. Derpy is here, Orange Sundae, Soarin, Fleetfoot, Lightning Dust, Firestreak, Sugar Dust and many many more.

You just sit on the floor confused. How did Soarin manage to beat you here?!

Spitfire leans in closer to whisper into your ear. "We've got some adult entertainment later when the younglings leave." She gives you a gently nudge. You climb to your feet and take a moment to absorb the situation. Spitfire had thrown you a party just for getting a job. You seem to be doing lots of smiling around Spitfire lately.

Better mingle with the guests and more importantly get some fish. You're starving.

"Cya later Lazuli."

"Yeah, nice party."

"Thanks guys, have a great night." You reply. It's now late in the day. After a few hours of dancing, drinking and talking only a hand full of pegasi remain. The lights dim and the mood changes ever so slowly. A door to a different room is unlocked and everypony heads in. You simply follow the crowd.

This room is very fancy and mature, warm red walls and a deep violet floor changed the party mood to a more sensual one. The lights are dim but illuminate important looking places such as the two poles on a wooden stage and a nearby bar. "Is this? Oh Celestia it couldn't be." You think aloud.

The music changes too and before you can get comfortable you here a distinctive voice shout out to the newly acquired audience. "Majestic mares, sexy stallions and gorgeous gryphon-" You look to the stage and squint your eyes at Spitfire who gives you wink and continues with her announcement. "-prepare to be amazed and aroused by our dancers tonight. Give our performers a warm welcome, Fleetfoot AND Lightning Dust!"

You feel a hoof grab you from behind that pulls you down onto a nearby chair. "I can't believe Spitfire got both Fleetfoot and Lightning Dust to preform for you. Lucky bastard." You're now sitting beside Soarin, he hands you a drink. Taking a sniff you identify it as whiskey with a hint of something else.

Spitfire hops off the stage and sits on a chair beside yourself. You now have Soarin on one side and Spitfire the other. "You better enjoy this, wasn't exactly easy to set up." She states plainly.

Music changes yet again and everypony goes quiet. You take off your helmet and ankle belt placing them onto the table beside your drink. You'll collect them before leaving. Fleetfoot and Lightning Dust dressed in skimpy bikinis reveal themselves and walk on stage with some strut. You can't help but think to yourself. "Why do ponies look sexier WITH clothing on?"

You take a glance around the room to count the current audience. You, Spitfire and Soarin are at one table. Another two tables stood in each side of the room, one of which is empty the other has Firestreak, Sugar Dust and another mare. That makes six guests tonight.

Both mares saunter to the front of the stage showing off every inch of their lithe bodies. Sliding their hooves across their thighs and down to their large rounded haunches. It's definitely hotter in here, whether it's your padded vest or the dancers themselves causing the heat, or both, it's getting hot in here.

It's not long before Lightning Dust's competitive nature sets in and she tries to out do Fleetfoot. She grabs her pole and manages to spin herself upside down, her mane and tail dangling heavy with the force of gravity. It's amazing how agile she is, turning her body around the pole as if she's liquid. If she wasn't wearing clothing you'd be getting an even better view of her cyan body.

She climbs to the top of her pole then slides down graciously, tuning the right side up once more before sitting on the stage with her legs spread and her arms gripping the pole. She's been staring at you the entire performance so far. Poor Soarin. You can't help be amazed and clearly aren't the only one enjoying themselves tonight. The other pegasi are shouting and waving their hooves in the air desperate for their own attention.

Not long into the show Lightning Dust thankfully decides to remove your vest using only her teeth, watching you intently while performing. You wriggle your body in an effort to help the mare unclothe you, you're not exactly sure why you took your helmet off but kept the vest on.

Spitfire whispers something into Lightning Dust's ear and you manage to catch the word "dance." You're not sure what Fleetfoot is doing anymore, since a certain cyan mare decided to sit on your lap. She's lightly swaying her body forward and backwards, her hooves wrapped around your neck and her wings spread out.

You can feel her body radiate with warmth that serves only to rouse your libido. You grab the drink Soarin gave you and quickly drink the entire thing in hopes it'll keep you calm. You already feel happier.

Lightning turns herself around, placing her butt against your crotch and brushing her tail against your cheek teasingly. You can't help but hold your breath in anticipation. Her body deliberately presses against yours, she keeps swaying side to side increasing the friction between you both.

She begins to flap her wings gently causing her bounce softly while still on your lap swaying. Your heart is beating faster and your blood is pumping harder, you can't stop thinking how lucky you are but at the same time trying to think of anything other than the sexy mare sitting atop your lap.

After some agonizing moments of pure concentration on your behalf, she finally stops and turns around to face you once again before embracing you with her warm feather wings and hooves. She kisses your beak lightly, her soft moist lips manage to leave a lasting impression on your mood.

She then takes your helmet off the table and puts it on, making her look a bit more dominating. If Spitfire likes mares, this'll be good. She gets off your lap and you instantly cool down. She hops right back onto the stage and when she does you give her a smile. All these new experiences are getting to you.

The performance carries on, ending when both Spitfire and Soarin got there own lap dances, the other side seemed to be having fun too, as Sugar Dust seems to have joined Fleetfoot in the teasing of Firestreak.

After the amazing performance you all grabbed a few drinks and talked. Mostly about how amazing Lightning Dust's ass is thanks to Soarin and yourself, everypony else just joined in creating yet another great day with the Wonderbolts.

You're heading back to your room before you remember that at the party you'd left your helmet, vest and belt. You remember Lightning Dust wearing everything, but afterwards Spitfire ended up taking them for safety reasons. Using that as an excuse is enough mental convincing to go see her, you decide to go find her bedroom. You'll have to thank her for arranging that crazy party after all.

After walking about in the strangely quite halls you come across her bedroom. You've not been in her room before, just her office so you wonder whether it's similar. Warm colours and a neat professional look? You knock three times. "Spitfire, you in there?"

You hear some shuffling and some whispering. You knock again. "It's me Lazuli, I just wanted to say thanks and get my stuff back." Nothing else is heard. "Are you okay? You're not in the shower are you?"

You now hear more whispers and some muffles followed by a quiet thump. "I'm coming in okay? you better not be doing anything rude, or if you are give me some warning at least." The door isn't locked thankfully since your enchanted key is in your belt which you don't have right now. As soon as you begin turning the door handle you hear even more whispers then what sounded like a window opening before a much louder crash.

Inside is cold and dark, you have to squint your eagle eyes to make out any silhouettes. You can see the window in the back of her room has been opened and a light breeze is blowing through.

*SMACK*

Something smashes against the back of your head forcing you stumbling forward meanwhile you shouted a high pitched: "OWW!"

You try to gather yourself, but damn that hurt. By now your eyes have adapted to the bleak lighting enough to spot a masked pony looming over you. He must be standing on something to be higher than you. You rub the back of your head. "Oww.. That hurt." You'd had a lamp broken against your skull and pieces shattered to the floor. You can't help feel bad for the lamp, poor thing never stood a chance.

You take another look at the masked invader, under his mask is an expression of panic and you could feel it. A voice speaks from behind, indicating another nearby presence. "How the hay did that NOT knock you out?"

With that said you get a sunken feeling in your stomach and finally notice the state the room's in. Broken glass scattered the floor, books with pages torn out lay bent across a table that had been tipped over. Walls are scratched, lights broken and the look of the bed would have you think somepony released a manticore in here.

Something is going on here, something definitely not good. "Aright, what's going on here?" You demand. "This better not be some stupid Wonderbolt trick because if it is, it's really bad. Who'd wreck someponies room then hit someone else with a lamp as a joke?"

"No joke here." The only talking pony seem to be wielding a weapon of sorts, thankfully you've got quick reflexes and mange to grab his hoof before he could get near to hitting you.

"I won't ask again. What is going on here?" You grip his hoof hard. Hard enough to force him to drop whatever he was holding. You look into his eyes through the mask, staring into his soul, trying to figure out his intentions.

"Common man, help!" He begins to struggle the best he can in your tightening grip.

"One more chance, What. Is. Going. On?" You angrily yet slowly inquire.

*THUMP*

Again something slams into the back of your head, this time much harder forcing you flat onto the floor. It feels like your skull got hit by a tonne of bricks. With a shake of your head you let your adrenaline kick in. Now you're pissed off.

Without risking another blow to the head you leap straight into attacker number one, pushing him onto his back. With the high ground your own, you clench your claws into a fist and lay into his face repeatedly. You unleash punch after punch directed towards his mask until the mask succumbs to your blows and shatters, leaving the intruder visible.

With a few strong punches you feel like you've won but before you remember there being two intruders the other grabs you from behind attempting to pull you off his accomplice. Either he is far weaker than he looks or you're heavier than you look. You aren't moving.

With a powerful swing of your adrenaline fueled arm, you shake him off and onto the floor beside. You stand up, getting off your current victim, leaving him alone to go towards the invader that had just attempted to grab you.

He's laying on his back, you must have thrown him harder than you thought, such as the way with the rush of adrenaline. You clench the slightly bloodied claw on your left and demand. "Where. Is. Spitfire?"

"I'm not telling you anything." You unclentch your fist then turning around to think. Spitfire is gone, her room has been trashed and there are... were two stallions attacking you. Anger overwhelms you, and with a loud squawk and a spin you give the nearby attacker a strong blow to the head knocking him out cold.

Dusting off your claws you go back to your first victim, he looks much more eager to talk. "Please! I'll explain, just don't hit me!" You stare at him angrily, squinting your eyes. "I..I...We.. We were told to take Spitfire and smash her room up, that's it. I wasn't told anything else! I promise."

"Take Spitfire, why and where?"

"Y-you don't know?" He sqeaks.

You grab him and pull him closer to your face. "Tell me."

"S-she has debts... T-The Wonderbolts have debts.. I was just doing as I was told.. I.. I didn't know she had a guard.. I was just doing as I was told!" His eyes tear up and his body starts shaking.

You let him go. You believe him, but you can't just let him go so instead you decide to lock them both up for later questioning. Where can you lock them up though? There isn't exactly a jail on the academy premises. A broom closet will have to do for now, until the proper authorities arrive. You grab and pull the unconscious masked attacker and toss him into a nearby closet. You don't need to do the same with the other attacker as he willingly goes in on his own accord. You lock them in.

Afterwards you can only think of going to the front desk, there's always some secretary on duty. Maybe you can explain what's happened and get help. You don't remember where the front desk is from where you're currently standing, but you follow your instincts till you finally arrive.

At the desk is indeed a pony, who is looking at you horrified for some reason. You speak calm and collectively. "Send a letter to the Cloudsdale guards, we need some miscreants locked up." That's all you wanted to say, and now you simply walk away. You're not sure what drives you but you begin heading back to your room, maybe you can do something more useful in the morning.

Your head feels heavy and it takes you longer than it should've to reach you room. When finally do get into your room you yawn, then lay on your bed. It takes awhile to fall asleep due to the slight headache you have.

Awoken with a now pounding headache you lean forward and are immediately greeted by a warm hoof, pushing you back down. You can only see blurred shapes and because of that unable to identify your companion. "Take it easy big boy... You've had a nasty hit on the head."

The voice is friendly and familiar, as you come too the shape becomes a pony, then a cyan colour fills it's coat. On top of wondering what the hay happened last night, you want to know why she's here with you. "Lighnin Dust? I..Is that oou?" The feeling of owning your very own personal hangover causes your words to slur slightly.

"Dear Celestia what happened to you?"

She places a hoof onto your chest comforting you. "Ughh... Spishfiur!" You jump forward with enthusiasm desperate for information.

"Clam down, She's fine. Everything is fine." The words she speaks sound trustworthy. Trustworthy enough to lean back and rest again. You rub your face with a claw. "You just chill here until you feel better, I'll explain what I know later." Where is "here"? Even though your head hurts, you give it a quick shake and feel better for it. You've always recovered from wounds and injuries pretty quickly. Probably just a light concussion or hangover. You did drink quite a bit at the party last night.

The room you occupy isn't your own, although it's similar. You figure out who's it is based on your current company. "H...Hoow did I get here?" Your speech slowly returning.

"Oh! That's my doing. After our... party last night I forgot I stole your helmet from Spitfire... I was going to return it and when I got to your room you were laying very strangely against your bed." Tilting your head sideways gets her to continue with the story.

"I didn't know if you were sleeping or dead so I checked you. I knew something was up, so I dragged you back here, patched you up and contacted the secretary." Patting your head you can feel some bandages. They cover the top half of your feather head but leave room for your ears. Expertly done you admit mentally.

You feel the sudden need to thank her. "Ehh... Thanks Lightning. I guess you saved my ass."

"No problem Lazi, couldn't just leave you. Besides, I think we get along quite well. Tough mare and cute gryphon." Sounds like a bad detective squad.

Wait. Cute?! You're not cute. You're brave, gallant and audacious it seems. It takes awhile to notice that it's actually Lightning Dust saying this and not Spitfire. Maybe she's got a thing for you. She is friendly, and soft, not to mention how good she looks- "Damn it." You accidentally say out loud as you realize you might like her too.

"Well sorry Mr macho but if you don't want to be cute, stop acting cute."

You roll your eyes and sit up again, this time much easier. "So what exactly did happen last night?" You quiz.

"Well, it's kinda complicated but I'll simplify it for you. Basically the Wonderbolts owe some money to a crazy syndicate. Every so often they demand some cash and if for some reason they can't pay- stuff get's crazy." After a slight think you nod acknowledging her and hint to continue. "Since Spitfire is like the best flier not to mention the captain of the Wonderbolts they choose to attack her. She's a got a broken wing this time."

You get a sunken feeling in your chest and can't help but feel slightly responsible, you could have protected her if you weren't so busy being a tipsy overly excited gryphon. "She's fine though, she just can't fly for awhile. On the other hoof Wonder Wings is furious, she's here at the academy right now looking for you."

Now you feel even worse and it clearly shows. "No no, she's not angry at you but the ponies that did all this. I don't know any details, she just wants to talk with you."

You can't help but feel worried and concerned, both for yourself and Spitfire. "Where IS Spitfire?" You had to ask.

"Like I said, she's fine. She's just got her wing bandaged and now she's back to work. Just like that." That's a relief. As long as she's not hurt badly you can feel better about failing in your duty to protect her. From now on you'll be extra vigilant. Consider that lesson learned.

"Listen Lazuli, it's Tuesday and even though all this happened last night the academy is still open today. Which means I've got class again." You hear her sigh deeply. "As much as I'd love to stay here I've got to go. You can stay here and get some rest, what's mine is yours, I'll tell Wonder Wings where you are so she'll probably stop by. Catch you later." You choose to be silent and nod instead. After receiving a gentle pat on the head she disappears to whatever class she has. You fall back heavily onto her bed.

From what you could gather, the Wonderbolts owe money to some ponies, and if they don't pay, Spitfire takes a beating. No wonder you got hired. You feel angry at being left in the dark about this knowledge, knowing this before might have helped the situation. If you knew some Mafia type ponies were trying to ambush Spitfire you would've stuck closer to her personally and kept her safe in your sights at all times.

Instead you were kept in the dark, unknown of what was actually going on. How are you supposed to protect the Wonderbolts when nopony tells you anything. And now you've got some "Al Capony" to deal with.

Great.