Soarin' Gets Revenge

by Sarah1993

Rating: everyone
Tags: Spitfire, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Romance, Braeburn, Comedy, Random, Prince Blueblood
Length: 1541

After the incident at Rainbow Falls Soarin' decides to get revenge on Spitfire, by setting her up with who else but Prince Blueblood.

After the incident at Rainbow Falls Soarin' decides to get revenge on Spitfire, by setting her up with who else but Prince Blueblood.

Published 2014-02-20 00:10:05 UTC
Last updated 2014-02-20 00:10:05 UTC

Chapter 1

“Ponyville wins the Equestria Games!” The announcer yells.

The crowd goes nuts and reporters flood the scene, “Rainbow Dash how did you manage to pull it off?” Ask one “You managed to destroy Cloudsdale”

“Well I knew we could” Rainbow boasts, “We are the best! I mean could Spitfire every really think that she could beat me?”

“Well the Wonderbolts are the best flying team in Equestria,” claims another reporter.

“Not anymore, looks like they got beaten in their own game,” Rainbow flies up and strikes a pose as the camera flashes go off faster than her sonic rainboom. “You hear that Spitfire, you better watch out, because Rainbow Dash is here to stay,” and with that she flies off to go celebrate her victory with her team.

“No,” Spitfire whispers as she watches the walls of her world quickly start to crumble. When suddenly the camera ponies are all around her.

“What do you have to say to that?” What do you think will happen now?” “Is Rainbow Dash really that much better than you, I mean the truth is in the trophy?” “Do you think she will be the next captain?”

As more and more questions started to pile up her brain began to shut down and she screamed, “I don’t know,” Tears now visibly rolling down her cheeks as she melted down to the ground.

“Ok, ok, ok. Back it up everpony” Soarin came just a few seconds to late. He went over towards Spitfire and gently lifted her up back to her hoofs. “We will have a official press conference later. Stay posted for when that will be” But the press did not back down as the questions and accusations kept on coming, “Jeez, everypony give her some space!” Soarin’ yelled. As the crowd started to clear Soarin whispered into Spitfires ear, “Come on Spits let’s go”

Spitfire let her misery overtake her and mechanically started walking towards the locker rooms. Along the way a little filly no more than seven years old came up to them.

“Oh my gosh it’s her!” she squealed.

Spitfire quickly put on her best smile she could hoping not to ruin the little foals day. “What’s up?”

“Oh it’s just my hero is right in front of me!” She smiled “ I just can’t believe it!”

Starting to feel somewhat better she let her heart fill with joy because she knew that hard times where up ahead of her. Noticing she had a camera around her neck she asked, “Do you wanna take a picture?”

“Well duh? Do you think you can?” She shoved the camera at Spitifire excitedly and ran passed her.

Confused she turned around and saw Rainbow Dash. Her eyes filled up with tears, realizing her real intention. “No, this can’t be happening.” Spitfire heard four booms as her world slowly started to melt around her.

She woke up startled. Then she heard the knocks coming from the door.

Who could be here at this late hour, although a bit glad to be woken up from her nighmare? She thought as she slowly rose up from her bed. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and glanced at the clock. 3am! Are you flipping serious? She flopped back on her bed and threw the covers over her. But to her utter dismay the knocking continued. She grabbed her pillow and covered her ears, hoping to block out the increasingly louder noises coming from the door.

“Delivery!” a voice said on the other side of the door.

Spitfire would recognize that goofy voice anywhere, “I swear to Celestia, Soarin’, if you don’t knock it off you will be permanently shunned,” Yelled a very cranky Spitfire.

Yet the knocking continued. She groaned and rolled out of her bed. Slowly she trudged towards the door. “ What?” she said exasperated.

“This came for you” he showed her the bouquet in his hands with a huge smirk on his face.

“You woke me up in the middle of the night for some fan mail!” She was beyond annoyed.

“It’s not just any fan mail,” he whispered between chuckles “Look whom it’s from”

She took the flowers, a bit more alert and started reading the card

“Dearest Spitfire it would be an honor to take you out to lunch. I know this nice little restaurant on the edge of Appaloosa that has a beautiful view of the lake. Then we could take a carriage ride around the lake and watch the sunset.

Sincerely,

Prince Blueblood.

Spitfire dropped the bouquet letting the flowers spill all over the ground. Her eyes wide hoping this was some kind of cruel joke. Just then Soarin’ lay on his back laughing his tail off. “Oh… my… goodness…” He said between laughs “ You should see your face.” He got up clearing his tears from his eyes.

“Well I’m glad you found that enjoyable.” She said deadpan “Well I’m going back to bed” Turing around planning on slamming the door.

“Hey, wait,” Soarin said while catching the door with his foot. “So all silliness aside.”

Spitfire snorted, crawling back into her bed “I thought that silliness was your only side”

“Although it is my best side,” he quickly flashed a pose, making Spitfire giggle, “You should know I have many sides and layers, like a nice slice of pie. I guess pie doesn’t really have layers, Aww man now I’m hungry”

“ You were saying Mr. Layered?” Spitfire asked.

“Oh yah” he laughed “So what are you gonna do?”

Spitfire sat up “What are you talking about” She raised her eyebrow.

“What” he raised his shoulders, “Are” he put his hoof over his eye and pretended to be a pirate “You” He pointed,

“Yes, yes, yes, I heard you.” She interrupted, not quite ready for Soarin’s antics so early in the morning. “But this was a joke… right?”

“A joke, you are kidding right?” Spitfire shot him a ‘yes, I’m serious look’. “No of course it’s not; I would never buy you flowers,” he said smugly “But I might of have mentioned something about you being single to a certain Prince” he grinned.

“Are you serious!” She yelled, “You set us up!” She picked up her pillow and threw it at him “Why would you do that?”

And just like that Soarin’s face turned grim as he walked towards the door, “Maybe next time you will think about lying to me” He slammed the door and left Spitfire to her thoughts.

Lie to him, when did I… Oh, “Damn it Soarin! Wait” Spitfire flung out of bed and ran towards her friend. “Soarin’?” She whispered down the hall, hoping not to wake up the rest o her teammates. She galloped towards the kitchen, knowing that’s probably where his stomach would take him. Thankfully her instinct was right, “Soar?” She asked taking a seat across from him.

“What?” He chomped on his pie.

“We need to talk” She sighed.

“I’m listening…” He took another bite slowing chewing it.

“Look” She fiddled with her hoofs “I know I lied. And it was wrong of me. I should of never have tried to replace you. You’re an awesome flyer and defiantly one of the best. I guess I was just worried…” She lifted her head up to look at him in the eyes.

“Worried, worried about what?” he met her eyes but she looked away; Soarin’ figured it was out of shame.

“Well it’s just we are the Wonderbolts. We are supposed to be the best” she started to tear up “I was under so much pressure to be the best and win”

“You know I always come through. I thought we had each others back?” He took in a big breath before continuing, “Was I wrong to trust you?”

She sniffed “You have to understand!” Spitfire slammed her hoofs on the table, “I am having nightmares. I hate it. I feel like if I don’t win, I would be a failure. Everyone would laugh at me. Foals and fillies would know me as Spitfire, the loser. One of the worst captains in history.” She tried to keep herself together but Soarin’ could slowly see her breaking down. “ Who would ever look up to the Wonderbolts ever again?” She sighed “Look, I’m really sorry. I should of never of done it. I was wrong” she looked up at the pony that completely forgot about his pie. “Soar, can you ever forgive me?”

“Oh, Spits” Soarin’ sighed and walked over to his best friend “Why didn’t you tell me?” He wrapped her up into a hug.

Shrugging she whispered, “I don’t know.”

“Well that was a pretty good apology.” He sang. Soarin let go and flew up triumphantly. “But you still have to go on the date, then maybe I will think about forgiving you” He winked.

Spitfire took a sigh of relief and laughed “Alright. Only for you though.” She yawned remembering it was still 3am. “Well I’m going back to bed. Night Soar”

“Night Spits.”

Author's Note

Hey so I hope you guys enjoyed it. Comment on it if you see any mistakes or have any suggestions on how to make it better. Thanks :D