A Colorless Love

    “Long ago there was a group comprised of seven of the worlds’ worst villains, masterminds, and killers.   For the next hundred years the world was overrun by these pure elements of chaos, whose powers were far greater than that of Discord.  They were called the Seven Deadly Sins.  They caused destruction, death, lies, disease, and worst of all hopelessness.  However one of the seven decided to go one step further and take away one of the worlds’ only joys that remained, color.  He conjured a spell that made everypony see only white and black.  This horrid move was called The Fall.  For what seemed like ages the world finally saw a faint spark of hope.

Two sisters, one whose coat was white as snow with a pink mane, and one whose coat and mane were that of the night.  Together they had found six gems along with the passage of the ancients, which stated who the Sins were, their powers, and their weaknesses.  With these in hoof the two sisters traveled across the world, scouring the seven known continents for immortal warriors who had the same ideals as them, to save the world before it was too late.  They found five brave fighters whose hearts were pure and strong.  The first of the five was the Knight of Serenity, whose heart was filled with kindness, but when it came to protecting his friends nothing was able to stop from leaving total destruction in his wake.   The second was known as the Genius.  This stallion was able to create machines ages before the time they would resurface and be used again.  The third was a ninja from the distant lands of Neigh-Hon Ja.  This stallion used a certain magic to bend water at his will, as well use it in dark magic.  The fourth was known as the Eternal Flame.  He was called this not only because of his abilities to absorb fire and then use it in combat, but he also got into many arguments and fights with the ninja.  However when it came to combat these two worked together to defeat anyone of any caliber.  The last of the five was a mare who had a mysterious power that no one knows of other than her companions.  However, legends say that her abilities could bend time and space, but those are only legends not facts, so we may never know.  Along with the two sisters these five then went on a journey whose goal was to exterminate all evil that stood in their path of peace.

After about a century of fighting, loss, and blood everything was over, but the only one who did not make it out of the conflict was the Eternal Flame who died protecting his friends from a bomb that one of the Seven Deadly Sins had detonated within itself.  This lost tore the group apart, separating them.

However the world was still covered in the spell that still stole the ability to perceive color.  So the eldest of the two sisters, Celestia, with the help of the wizard Star Swirl the Bearded were able to create a counter spell, but even their power combined could only do so much.  They were only able to reverse it slightly.  The new effects of the altered curse were that a pony could regain their sight of color only and only if they had found and kissed their soul mate.

“And that my little colt, is why you can only see me and everything else only in black and white.” said an aged but wise mare who sat across the bed in a rocking chair.

“Grandma.” said a young colt who lay in his warm and comfy cloud bed.

“Yes Soarin.”

“I don’t really like that story.”

“I guess it was a little dramatic for somepony of your age.  Maybe you would like something more mellow.  How about Little White Riding Hood?”

“No,” replied the colt.  “That’s not what I meant.  What I wanted to say was that I don’t get it, especially the soul mate part.  What are those anyway?”

Soarin’s grandma smiled and she spoke, “A soul mate is a pony who will care about you and love you for all of your life together, and through that pony you will receive your sense of color back.  If you meet a mare but you don’t feel a connection to her or your sight doesn’t come back, then she is just using you.”  At that moment Soarin stuck his tongue out and gagged at the thought of mares.

“Ewwww…” he stated with disgust clear in his tone.

While laughing at his naiveness she said, “Trust me, you won’t be saying that when you find her.”

After ending her small stream of laughter the elderly opened her eyes to look at the small colt. What she saw made her smile go even wider.  His big emerald eyes had turned from that of disgust to that of curiosity.  To think that I used to be like him, asking the same type of questions and that colts and mares being together was gross.  The elderly mare thought to herself with a slight chuckle thinking back towards her days as a young pegasus.

“What are you laughing about Grandma?” asked Soarin, his eyes sparkling with inquisitiveness.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” replied Soarin’s grandmother.

“Okay.”

The old mare slowly turned her head towards the Wonderbolt styled clock on the wall, which read 9:54.   I must have stayed up later than usual.  Oh well at least little Soarin here learned something new.She mused to herself as she got up out of her chair and slowly walked towards Soarin’s bed, tucking in him when she arrived at her destination.

“It’s bedtime my little colt.” she said.

“But Grandma!”  Soarin pouted while puffing out his cheeks.  “I don’t wanna go to bed!”  .

“Come on Soarin.  It’s already passed your bedtime.  Plus if you don’t go to bed how are you going to become a big and strong Wonderbolt?  Hmmmm?”  the grandmother answered back with a smirk, knowing that the colt would fall for the Wonderbolt part of her question.

Soarin gasped and quickly shoved his head, face first unfortunately, on his pillow and muffled, “I’m going to be the world’s best Wonderbolt!”

Soarin’s grandmother chuckled, knowing that her trick worked.

“Alright my little angel good night now.  Sweet dreams.” she said as turned off the lights.

“Grandma one more thing.” asked Soarin, finally resting in the correct sleeping position.

“Yes Soarin?”

“Who’s gonna be my soul mate?”

“I don’t know Soarin, but what I do know is that you, and only you will know when you meet the right mare.  It’s already late, you can ask more questions tomorrow if you have any, but if you don’t go to bed there won't be any pie tomorrow.” she stated with an authoritative tone.

“Pie!”

Soarin’s grandmother couldn’t hold back her laughter any longer, but as she was about to release her cascade of laughter she raised a hoof to her muzzle so that only a few chuckles escaped.  Her wave of chuckles finally over she thought with a large smile.  His pie addiction will be the end of him

As his grandmother closed the door behind her Soarin only had one thought I wonder what pie would look like if I could see in color.Soarin let out a very large yawn and soon began to feel his eyelids grow heavy.  But I don’t want to go to bed… He thought before his world transformed from one of black to that of pie filled dreams that would go throughout the night.

Twelve Years Later...

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BE--

So ended the life of the alarm clock.

Soarin slowly arose from his bed wiping the crust that was in his eyes.  He glanced towards the dresser that lay next to his bed.  The remains of the alarm clock lay scattered across it. Soarin sighed and said to himself, “Shit.  That’s the fifth one this week.”

He then glanced towards the actual clock that rested on the wall which read 8:16. I’m glad Spitfire allowed the veterans to come in late for the orientation for the new bolts’.Soarin’s eyes went wide with horror.  Wait.

Oh no.  Nononononononoooooooo.  Shit!  Why did I forget?!  I’m such an idiot.  Spitfire wanted me there to start the first tour… I’m so dead… Soarin thought to himself with a groan as he slammed his head into the wall.  Celestia that hurt.  He reflected, regretting his decision immediately, all the while rubbing his forehead.  Oh.  Wait.  Fleetfoot should be there to cover for me.  If I’m not leading the first tour than I will be leading the second.  So I should really start getting ready.

 He then walked towards the lavish bathroom that he had.  Everything was either in white or black, the sink, the floor, the glass, just literally everything else since his birth. I should never have hung out with the guys last night...Gah, my wings still hurt from that wingup contest.He thought to himself while he massaged his wings as he stepped into his glass shower turning the right knob as he did so.  “Gah! It’s still cold.  Oh well, I might as well stay in until it warms up.”  Soarin said as he felt the drizzling on his fur slowly start to warm up.  After about five minutes of being in too hot and too cold water, Soarin finished his shower clean and partially refreshed.  He then walked over to the mirror to first dry and then style his mane.  “No, afros don’t look good on me.  No, too anime-like. No, too many bangs. No.  This, this doesn’t even need a reason.... Okay I guess this will do.”  Soarin uttered to himself, his mane styled like always, windswept, just the way he liked it.  “Don’t know why I even bother with other styles if I’m just going to just stay with this one.”

Deciding that he looked good enough Soarin left his bathroom.  He then headed towards his dresser.  He opened one of the drawers revealing a stash of Wonderbolt uniforms.  He grabbed what he presumed which one was the cleanest and he left his room for the only thing he desired.  Well his stomach more or less.

After arriving in his kitchen Soarin went straight for the refrigerator, ignoring everything else.  “Come on where is it...Ah here it is!  You can’t hide from me my precious.”  Soarin said with a slightly evil smirk as he drew out a large apple pie.

As he sat down at his dining table to eat his pie Soarin felt as if he was forgetting something.  It kept eating away at his brain enough to take Soarin’s mind away from even eating pie.  “I swear that I’m missing something, I just can’t put my hoof on it.”  He grumbled to himself.  His eyes wandered across his dining room, hoping that an object that was lying around would help him.  They finally rested on their final destination, a Wonderbolt calendar with a VERY large circle around that day’s date, as well as an ominous warning.  Monday, June 13, Wonderbolt Reserve Training, and in very large letters were the words.  SPITFIRE WILL KICK YOUR SORRY ASS IF YOU'RE NOT THERE.  SO REMEMBER.

As if I don’t already know that.   Soarin thought as he rolled his eyes before he began to engulf the pie that lay before him.

“Where is that pie eating idiot.  The second tour for orientation is in forty-five minutes.” said a very aggravated Spitfire.  A pony could literally fry an egg on the top of her forehead because of her anger.  A pony soon came through the door, saluting once he stopped.

“At ease Sergeant Steel.  Now what is it.”

“Ma’am.  Co-commander--”

“Send him in, and tell him he might need earplugs.”  Spitfire said cutting of the sergeant, a plan forming in her mind to yell her lungs out at Soarin for being such an idiot.

Soarin then poked his head instead the office, cautious about having his eardrums blown out.

“Uhh...Hey?”  Soarin said sheepishly, his trademark smile coming across his face.

“Come in” Spitfire started.

“Aren’t you going to yell at me?” he asked suspiciosly.

“You bet your ass that I am… Ahem…”

“Celestia help me!.”  Soarin cried as he grabbed his ears with his hooves to try and muffle the upcoming yelling session of doom.

“WHERE. THE BUCK. HAVE. YOU. BEEN!”  Spitfire shouted through gritted teeth.

“Uhh... Sleeping, showering, andjustrememberingthatIhadtohelpoutatorientation.”  Soarin said rushing the last part, hoping Spitfire wouldn’t catch it.  Unfortunately for him she did.

“…  YOU FORGOT!!!  IS YOUR HEAD THAT STUFFED WITH PIE THAT YOU CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER ANYTHING!!!” yelled the mare whose eyes were alight with fire which gave the impression that she was a raging she demon.

                “Look.  Spits.” Soarin started hoping that he could calm the mare down.  “I know that you’re mad but hear me out.”

“Grrrrrrrr…Alright, fine I will.  Your excuse better be good though.”  Spitfire said calming down a bit from the techniques that she had learned from her anger management classes.  She slowly thought to herself, Breathe in, Breathe out.She then sucked in a large amount of air into her lungs, more than what was needed, and she breathed it all out.

Soarin then thanked the gods that his ears weren’t going to die any more than they already had that day.

“Training doesn’t start until 9:30 right?” Soarin said hopefully his reasoning would be enough to calm Spitfire.

“Yes, it does.”

“Aaannnddd it’s nine.”

Spitfire quickly glanced at her watch and then the clock on the wall.  So he isn’t lying she thought to herself, but then she remembered something that Soarin needed to know.

“Soarin I get where you’re going but you do realise that since you weren’t here Fleetfoot had to take over the tour that started at 8 o’clock.  Whoever leads that group is their instructor for the rest of the day.”  She said her tone leaning towards something obvious that Soarin had forgot about.  Again.

“So.  I already know that.  Plus I’ll just take the next one, which is in twenty-seven minutes.”

“Yea about that … Rainbow Dash was in the first group.”

“Wait … Are...are...are... you serious?” Soarin said, his voice caught in his throat after he had realized his mistake. “”

“Dead serious.”  Spitfire answered.  “Soarin, look I know that you’re sad but you can’t let this get you down, you still have to lead the second tour.  You’ll get to talk to her later.”

“Yea I know.” his voice dripping with remorse.

“Okay.  Even though I would like to comfort you more, as of now we need to go over the cadets in the second group.”  Spitfire responded taking on the tone that showed her authority.  “Here’s the list of the names of the rookies that you’ll be shadowing.  The first is Thunderlane from Ponyville…”

At that point of the conversation Soarin lost Spitfire.  He sighed and decided to slowly sink into the armchair that rested behind him.  Rainbow Dash.  The only mare to actually capture his heart.  Sure Soarin had been with mares before, but they had only wanted to be with him because he was a Wonderbolt.  It also helped that whenever he had finished kissing one of them his vision would be the same as always; black and white. It appeared that mares only wanted him because of the suit he was wearing, not the pony’s heart or feelings that were inside of it, but Rainbow Dash was different.

Sure she had been all over him when they first met, asking him random questions and what not, but as time rolled on she got to know him and the Wonderbolts on a more personal level.  Every time the Wonderbolts finished a show in either Ponyville or Cloudsdale they would all hang out at a Cloudsdale bar and just have fun until the early hours of the morning.  During these hangouts, even though he was intoxicated most of the time, Soarin was able to see the real Rainbow Dash, not what she usually flaunted.  Behind her wall of toughness and pride lay a sweet and loving mare who loved her friends with all of her heart, never wanting to hurt them.  It was not only where her heart was that made Soarin’s heart burn from desire, it were her looks as well.  Those graceful, yet powerful wings, those eyes, even though he couldn’t see the color of them, he was always able to see that there was a certain sparkle in them that could melt the coldest of hearts.  Her body was no exception either.  Oh those curves.  Soarin thought to himself with a shudder, trying to rid the erotic thoughts from his mind.   She was just so… well … awesome.  Nopony could replace her.

After a while of hanging out with her Soarin found that he began to develop a small crush on the mare.  That crush, however, evolved and it became so much more.  Soon Soarin had a feeling of longing towards that mare, it was at that point in time he had asked Spitfire for advice and all she said was that he was in love.  Ah love.  It can do both good and bad to a pony.  Still.  Even though he felt this way he had no idea if Rainbow Dash would feel the same way about him.  With the fear of rejection and the destruction of their friendship, Soarin had never had the guts to ask her out, but he knew that he had to do it soon or some other stallion would take her away from him, and no way in hell was he going to let that happen.

“...and that’s all of them.”  Spitfire said, declaring her long and boring speech to be finally over.

“Soarin, are you awake?” she asked while glancing at her friend. Oh I know those eyes.  He must be thinking about Rainbow or pie.  Again.  She thought as she rolled her eyes.   She then trotted toward her desk, searching for a certain drawer.  Once she found it she pulled an evil looking can that had a little funnel on the top of it.  On it were the words, Instant Wake Up for Idiots!

“Remember you brought this upon yourself.”  Spitfire said with a careless tone.  She then brought the air horn about half a hoof away from Soarin’s right ear, shutting her eyes and covering her ear with her other hoof.

Rainbow…Was Soarin’s last thought before his brains were blown out by Spitfire’s toy sent from hell.

“AAAHHHH!!!!!”  Soarin screamed shooting about five feet into the air, his head just missing the ceiling.  He then turned his head towards Spitfire, his face saying What THE FUCK was that for!!!

Spitfire looked at him with an impassive stare that could turn even Medusa to stone.

“How many times have I told you not to use that damn thing!” he whined as he gently rubbed his right ear.

“Countless, and I will keep using it until you and the rest of the Wonderbolts get your heads out of the clouds.”

“Geez, now what do I do again.  The tour is about to start.”  Soarin stated as he read the clock that was on Spitfire’s desk, it already was 9:23.

“I don’t even know why I even tried explaining the first time,” she replied with a facehoof. “but here’s the list of the new recruits.” she said as she hoofed over a clipboard.  “You are to greet them in the mess hall, and you will make them feel comfortable with a speech about how you started as a Wonderbolt as well.  Then you will give them a full tour of the base.  Finally show them to their barracks and give them their training schedule.”

“Gotcha.  I won’t fail you.”

“Why do I find that so unassuring.”  Spitfire said unsure if she could trust Soarin with such an easy task.

“Hey!”  Soarin said defensively.

“Geez, I was only kidding.”  she replied with a slight smirk.

“Now I feel like you’re lying.”  he replied.

“You’re right, I was.  Now I have an assload of work to do, so shoo.  You need to get ready for the tour anyways.”  Spitfire said as she shoved him out of her office.

“Hey!”  Soarin said as he was left alone in the hallway.  He sighed while slowly trotting towards the mess hall.  He then thought with slight sadness.  Well I guess she’ll just have to wait.  Again.