The mare reeled back and hissed her right wing sprained beyond use from the blow, she looked at the two mares closing in on her. "Give it up Kicker! There's no way but down from here..." Spitfire spoke, malice in her voice. "Yeah! Just surrender, and I won't have to kick your flank. And as much as I'd enjoy that, I wouldn't want to hurt your foal, even if you aren't worthy to carry one... just give it up, you can't have Soarin!" Dash's words seem to cut deep on the mare as her eyes darted between the two offenders.

Flaring her nostrils, she suddenly gave a crooked grin. "You know what... you're right!" Cloud Kicker gave a twitch with her head and leaped forwards towards the cyan mare, Spitfire bolted in the way, but something neither wonderbolts was prepared for occurred; The momentum she other mare had, was utterly shifted as she used a wing to alter her direction, rolling along the floor, using her weight to gain enough speed to tumble past the front pegasus, then, delivered a rolling kick against the yellow mare's family pride. With eyes bulging out, Spitfire yelped and fell forwards, clutching her nethers as a searing pain shot through them. Dash, witnessing the event unfurl, cried out; "Hot pocket! No!".

Quickly regaining her posture, the blue mare snarled with even more vicious hatred as her eyes bore into Kicker, the cyan pony got into an attack position, only thing that kept her from wildly lashing out was that she shielded her writhing marefriend from further harm. "You motherbucker... I knew you were scum, but seriously? You do NOT kick a mare in the jewels! Even cutpurses don't sink that low!" A sly smirk spread across the other mares muzzle as Spitfire whimpered on the ground. "Oh, don't worry... I don't discriminate. A few bucks that decided to get in my way got the same treatment." Rainbow narrowed her eyes and flared her nostrils. "Okay, that's it! You're dead!"

With a scream and a leap Dash burst forward, delivering a swift kick that the other mare tried to parry, but the sheer force of the pegasus blow cut clean through the hoof, connecting with the mares shoulder, sending her flying. Instead of a blue streak going after the tumbling mare, the wonderbolt halted in her track. "Ouch! The fuck stung me?" Holding her hoof up, she saw traces of blood, and a broken piece of a syringe sticking out of her fetlock, and soon heard a mad cackle, interrupted by a mare coughing blood, to then be resumed again.

Dash didn't have time to think it over as all her limbs suddenly went as limp as Twilight seeing a waterlogged book. The perplexed pegasus fell to the cloud on her back, feeling a familiar sensation filling her rear region, accompanied by a rush of blood to her cheeks when she realized what was happening. A certain orange filly in the process of rooting for her hero, suddenly also flushed beet red as she realized that it suddenly wasn't only her idols hoof that was hard...

Still writhing in pain from the low blow, Spitfire groaned, trying to find out if anything was ruptured as she slowly tried to crawl onto her hooves. "Ngh... what in tartarus did you do now you maniac? I swear, if you hurt my mare, there will be hay to pay..." Kicker dragged herself over to where Soarin lay, spitting out a wad of blood. "Oh... don't worry, that'll wear off shortly... it all will..." Managing to steady herself, Spitfire stood up with a throbbing pain in her rear. "What are you talking about?"

An unsettling grin spread across Kicker's face, her contracting pupils made Spitfire more than just uneasy. "Easy... if I can't have him..." She raised her hooves up high. "NOPONY CAN!" The wonderbolts eyes dilated as she realized what was happening. The world crawled to a halt as she watched in ultrarapid as she clouds began to dissipate before her eyes. The blow was enough to tear through a large portion of the cloudhouse, the blood in her veins froze as she watched as the sky began to envelop the ponies previously occupying the cloud that had been in it's place.

Hyperventilation rapidly built up, her world was in a total chaos. Two of her closest friends cried out her name as they began to fall towards the ground bellow them. The burning pain in her loins was greatly dampened as her veins filled with adrenaline, but it didn't help as the panic surged throughout her very being. And as if just to mock her, the last piece of cloud to vanish into a puff of nothingness, was the one the foals laid on, bound and gagged. As she watched them plummet, she regained control of her body, grit her teeth and began to dive with a streak of fire blazing after her trail, tears began to seep through her ducts as she came to the realization of a question... How many ponies in the air? Five. How many could she carry simultaneously? Perhaps three, but that was assuming they could hold on, and was of average size. And how many could she catch up with before they reached the ground? ... only Celestia knew...

Author's Note

~The "bad" ending.