Equestria Days: The Final Ballad of Flashfire

A pedal fell through the sky, carried along by the cool spring breeze. No, this was no normal pedal. This was a special pedal. This pedal symbolized many things about my life: such as how delicate one's life can be and how easily it can be thrown off course. So I guess this is a story about a flower pedal. A simple story, about a simple stallion and a simple mare, and the simple mistakes that stallion made. And how he's kind of a douchebag.

The Royal Equestrian Education Facility was the finest school in all the lands of Equestria. It stood tall and proud as a unique concrete structure among many wooden homes. Hundreds of students poured in the large, open front doors this morning. Just like every morning, actually. Precisely 500 ponies attended this school, each unique in some specific way or another. Except for our hero, Flashfire, he was pretty generic. The students were all required to wear a School Uniform which boasted the school's colors: a Black and Red button-up uniform, with the insignia printed just above the breast area and to the right.

Only the most special of ponies were allowed to attend this school: Be it Unicorn, Pegasus, or those weird other ponies. They all had a unique skill: Some could play the recorder with their nose, some could sing in a low baritone voice, some had skills actually helpful in life. Flashfire had none of the above.

Flash was a simple yet angry pony. After the war had ended over a hundred years ago ( We never said he was part of the war ) he had grown with anger deep within his soul. Anger he could only release through being somewhat of an ass to those around him. He liked yelling, shouting, shoving, and shrieking. He was a bit rough on the outside, but had a soft golden heart on the inside. Because Pegasi's hearts a literally golden colored, not because he's cool.

Today was the 10th annual Education Facility Entrance Ceremony, or the EFEC for short. This is why so many ponies were coming in early for school. The auditorium only had exactly as many seats as there was students, so any extras had to stand and anyone there early got first pickings. It was like Vietnam in there. Wait, no, ponies don't have Vietnam.

Flash was one of the first to get in because he was sure he had made one of the good classes this year. He wouldn't be stuck with the annoying Hipsters, the scary quiet kids, the loud athletic ones, or the ones who just kinda look at you now and then but don't really do anything.

The rest of the school began filling in around him one by one, until not only the seats were packed but the entire room was filled to it's brim. Ponies were standing in the doorways, poking their heads through windows, and snapping necks to get seats. For some reason this was a pretty freaking big deal. Flash just sank down in his seat and stayed quiet, trying to look as normal as possible so he wouldn't be one of the unlucky few to have his neck snapped. He just wanted to see his class, not relive his childhood in the ghetto.

Finally the classes came up. Provided on the sparkly ( and incredibly multi-colored ) magic beam of a Unicorn, all seven classes and their newest students were shown before all in attendance. Flash was able to find his name in just a few seconds because it was really cool and unique.

He was in class 3, the same one was last year. The mare class. Literally everypony listed for that class was a mare beside him. This was a freaking outrage, did the school suspect him to secretly be a mare or something!? He would not be able to put up with this any longer, and right before his mane ( which is literally made of blazing flames ) turned into an eruption of fury, they dismissed everyone to class. He would get angry after school and text his friend about it, he had to work now.

Yes, our hero, Flash, has flame hair. He was just born like that and was never able to learn why from his parents, because they were tragically murdered when he was a young foal. He then grew up on the streets, learning the ways of crime and violence in order to survive. However, the young pony decided to instead use these skills to better the community instead of harm it. Thus, he renamed himself Flashfire. His original name was Pimp Popper.

As Flash walked down the crammed hallway...sorry, I mean sea of sweaty pony flesh. This was in no way a hallway, if it were a hallway it would've been made so it was large enough to walk through. Anyways, Flash saw a better flash of yellow pass by him. He knew instantly it must be Fluttershy, the one true love of his life. He had loved her for weeks now but was too insecure about it to tell her...what if she rejected him? Laughed at him? No, she was too nice to do any of that. That was part of why he liked her so much. Not only did she had a damn ripe rump, but she was quite ripe in personality as well.

He thought about her constantly and how he would like nothing more than to spend every single day with her, tell her exactly how he felt and woo her over. She was his dream girl. She was perfect. He just needed to figure out how to tell her.

But actually, no, that wasn't her. It was a different yellow pony. But then he DID see Fluttershy pass by, and his shy heart fluttered instantly. Dang, he'll have to remember to use that line later on. He watched her with fascination, taking in each beautiful detail of her and looking like a total wide-eyed creeper while doing so.

Flash thought to himself quietly because he had no friends to talk to, "I noticed that she takes the same train as me to school. Since the beginning of this semester. I'll have to talk to her there."

The next day, Flash stood aboard the currently boarding bus. He stood just past the doorway people took to enter, trying to look like a total badass by leaning against the wall all cool-like. He kinda just looked depressed. He squinted his eyes and stared off into the distance so that he would seem deep, but that sexy little game was interrupted just as a worker pony was about to close the door and start the ride up again.

"Wait!" He heard a meek voice yelp out, just barely audible enough to hear.

He turned down the Heavy Metal music he was listening to on his Walkerboy ( this particular song was about killing people, having sex, and smoking ) so that he could listen in on cliche situation unfolding before him. It was Fluttershy having the issue.

As she run full speed for the train, determination and desperation in her eyes to make it in time, Flash could not help but wander his eyes down to her bouncing bottom. Each powerful leap forward she took, her bodacious butt bounced and jiggled from the pushoff. It was like his eyes were having sex.

She made the train just in time, rushing past Flash and disappearing into the crowd standing around behind him. The worker pony simply shrugged and preceded to close the door, whistling as he carried on his duties of door-closing stuff. Flash looked to see if he could spot Fluttershy, and surely her brightly colored fur stood out in the sea of kinda emo-ponies. She was panting and trying to catch her breath, nearly passing out from the experience. Flash liked this in a mare.

Flash started talking to himself, as it seems to be his hobby now, once the train was once more in motion and the ponies talked among themselves. "The only thing I know about her is she's in the class next door. She seems to like animals, and always watches them out the window on the train ride home." Flash was watching and examining her fine body as he talked, his eyes wide with creeper-energy. Everyone around knew he was staring her down, but just stood there awkwardly in silence.

"Although it was only a small discovery on my part that we ride the train together everyday, it was from that day that I began to take an interest in her." Flash was now standing directly in front of Fluttershy, talking to himself as though he was another person. He stared her dead into her eyes as she finally took notice of him, but just sat there quietly, unsure how to react. Flash continued to talk about her as everyone backed away to another part of the train. "But it's not like I investigate or try to talk to her. It's just that being able to gaze at her from afar...just a little bit...brightens my school days."

Flash slipped a big-ass camera out of his backpack and snapped a picture of his lady-love, and backed off. He could now see her as much as he wanted anytime he wanted, so there was no need to stare at her anymore right now. Fluttershy was visibly disturbed, unsure why this strange flame-haired stallion stared her down like that. But she was pretty turned on by it. She liked stallions with flame hair, especially ones who carried around big-ass cameras. Flash slipped back into the soothing tunes of his Heavy Metal music now, content.

"Do you know? About the picture charm? If you keep a picture of your secret crush for three weeks and nobody knows, your love will come true!" Shrieked the weird hag pony beside Flash who appeared out of nowhere. Luckily he was able to slip off at the next stop.