The Wonderbolts
By Nick Kennedy
Rainbow Dash was alone. At least she thought she was. She was in a hotel, her friends and her had splitter the bill, as their most recent adventure had taken them far from Equestria. It was midnight. She was almost sure her friends were asleep. She ran into her personal quarters, and grabbed a box. It was orange, and contained a special lock she made herself. It was only opened by using your hoof in a sideways position, so it could fit through the hole and push a button on the inside. Her entire body was shaking, making the process tedious. Finally, the lock opened. Inside was a picture of the Wonderbolts. They were in a very triumphant position, which Rainbow Dash had especially liked. So she had taken a picture of it secretly during a performance. She ripped the picture out of the box, and could barely wait. She rubbed the picture against her cheek and could feel the smooth paper feel. Soarin's lower half gracefully rubbed her lips. Her wings shot straight up. She moaned. She felt the faces of the picture touch her skin. She set the picture back in its box and locked it.
