A Chance of Fire
A final rehash by Curify
Originally Written by TheTraxicEnd
When one thinks of fire, they usually think of death, destruction, and horrific tales of burning.
Well, I’m not a deranged lunatic nor a pyromaniac on some unrealistic amount of acid, so let’s dismiss that viewpoint completely.
My name is Chance. Yes, Chance. I’m a French-American who loves to think I’m the hottest thing on the planet. However, I know that this is not true, because I’m not even close to the spiciness of a ghost pepper, and truly not good enough to eat one without wanting to live in Antarctica for the rest of my not-hot life.
You see, I’m currently chilling on the couch, laying next to the hottest thing in all of the Equestria. You’re probably wondering who is the hottest in of all Equestria, and I have to tell you, it’s not Celestia. She just says she is because she can control the sun on this planet. Well, she isn’t so if you’re reading this Celly, you’re not even close to this mare.
Yeah, I fell in love with a mare that I believe is hotter than the Royal Sunny D. Deal with it.
Who is this mystery mare you might ask?
Well, here’s your answer.
Spitfire, the captain of the Wonderbolts, is my mare. All those ponies who wanted her for their own personal pleasures have now lost their waifus to the man of Equestria. Yeah, I’m the only man here, all the rest of these jokers are stallions. Who would want their own stallion-toy, when you could have me, the only human in Equestria!
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Actually, I may want to rephrase that, because I may attract the wrong audiences to my story, the story of me!
Anyway, how did this all happen?
Well, I’m going to slash all the cliche entry points in one swing, so let’s start it off shall we?
It all started when I was in the shower…
