Where Do Your Loyalties Lie?

Lightning awoke to hearing the sounds of her brother's heavy panting. She guessed that he was doing his routine exercises. It's Sunday, she thought. She then thought that over again, looked at her alarm clock, which read 4:16, and then closed her eyes again. Screw that, she thought. It's too damn early!

" Ninety-seven! Ninety-eight! Ninety-nine," Stormy gasped as he did his wing push-ups. " One hundred!" He collapsed on to the floor from exhaustion. He then got back up and walked down the corridor into the gym. He walked up to his treadmill, flipped a few switches, pressed some buttons, and then began galloping as he heard the machine began to whir and the conveyor belt begin to move. He galloped harder and faster, harder and faster, as he listened to My Chemical Equines and  imagined himself running from zombie ponies, occasionally turning to blow one of them away with his 12- gauge shotgun.

After a few minutes of intense running, he turned off the treadmill and stepped off. He then walked over to the bench-press set and put 250-kilogram weights on either side. He began lifting the bar, then gently letting it down, over and over again as he kept count, finally stopping after fifty repetitions. He then walked out of the gym, having completed his work out. He decided to flex, first his fore-legs, then his hind legs, and then stood up to see his abs.

"I am damn sexy!" he admitted aloud. before he could get back down, his little sister, now about seventeen, walked down the hallway he was standing in the middle of.

She analyzed his features, cocked an eyebrow, smiled, and said, "You're damn right you are!"

Stormy blushed, then got back down on four hooves. "Sorry... sorry about that... That was dumb!"

She walked by and said, "No, it wasn't! Hell, if I wasn't your sister, I'd scoop you up and smooch you all over your sorry face!"

He was dumbfounded. "You mean that?"

Lightning turned back to face him, then slowly began walking toward him. She began circling around him. "Hell, yeah! I mean, honestly, a strong, handsome stallion like yourself will have the mares bursting down your door. I mean, think about it, a beautiful cyan coat, deep blue eyes, strong, buff muscles, rock hard abs, perfect facial structure and complexion, and a stormy grey mane tipped with rainbow, of all things, you're sure not only to stand out in a crowd, but also look freakin' sexy doing so!"

Stormy closed his eyes tight and shook his head. He looked up again and said, "No, your just kidding!"

Lightning put her hoof on his shoulder. "No, I'm not. I mean, think about it! Who do you like?"

He swallowed hard and said quietly, "Spitfire... But... she's just a friend, my colleague, my lieutenant, that's all!"

She gave him a reassuring smile. "Your best friend." she said. "And if you aim higher, you two could be soul mates, I swear!"

She walked away into the kitchen to get some breakfast. "Something to chew on, Wet-Head!"

Stormy had been thinking over what dash had said. He got up off the sofa in the sitting room and decided to go and meet up with Spitfire. It's been a while since they spent any quality time together.

After getting off the phone with her, he told Lightning he was going out. "Just... keep the place together!" he said halfheartedly. He walked out the door and flew off down Hurricane Lane and off to Sunset Boulevard to meet his best friend. He sped off as fast as he could, not stopping for anything. He finally saw her street and performed a descending barrel roll all the way in front of her own king-sized mansion. He then realized what being a Wonderbolt brought you. Good thing he was their captain, so he didn't have to worry about getting ordered around. At least, not by them, anyways.

He stepped up onto the porch steps and rang the doorbell. Within a minute, Spitty opened the door.

"Hey, you," she said affectionately. "Didn't expect you to be here so fast! How's Lightning?"

"Fine, actually! You mind if I come in?" he asked.

Spitty stood to one side and motioned him to step in. Stormy did so, and analyzed the mare's household interior. It was quite... roomy, much like his own, only with a more gold-ish theme to it.

"So... What do wanna do?" she asked.

"Well, ah... I was wondering if you wanted to... you know... go out some time... Do you?" he asked.

Spitty looked up and cocked an eyebrow, trying to take him seriously. "Sir? Did I hear what I think I heard?"

"Well, yeah! That is, if that's me asking you out on a date..."

Spitfire swallowed hard. "I dunno what to say!"

"Well, how's about a 'yes'?"

She threw her hooves around him and hugged him tightly. "Oh, that would be fantastic, sir!"

"Please..." he gasped. ''J-just call me Stormy!"

She backed off. "Yeah, sure thing!" She then walked into the living to turn off the TV. She walked back into the entry way, saying, "Make yourself at home. We might as well start discussing what time and where!"

Lightning, I am so glad you were right, he said to himself.