She sighed, her eyes scanning the sentences and picturing them in her mind on what they meant. Rainbow Dash's brow furrowed at the book she was reading, Twilight had given her a book about all the wonderbolt's flying techniques. She glared at the words, and groaned, slamming the cover over the page, scowling. She walked over to her couch, lying down and closing her eyes.
Her snores echoed throughout the whole house, suddenly a knock rung at the door, waking Rainbow Dash from her slumber. She growled, and furiously marched over to the door.
"What do you-" She started angrily, stopping until realizing who it was, or rather, who they were. Spitfire and Soarin, the most two famous wonderbolts. She gasped, her pupils growing small.
"Sp-Spitfire! S-Soarin!? What are you doing here?!" She screamed. Soarin placed a hoof over Rainbow's mouth, a worried look upon him.
"Can we come inside?" He asked, scared. Rainbow glanced behind her at the fat book lying square and front in the middle of the table, where anypony could see it. She jerked off Soarin's hoof, nodded, and dashed back into the room, grabbing the book and shoving it under her blanket.
"So, uh... why are you-"
"Here?" Soarin continued for her.
"We have something to tell you, and it's serious." He implied, worried.
"What is it?" Rainbow Dash asked Soarin curiously.
"It's our daughter."
Rainbow stared, open mouthed.
"Y-You have a-a..."
"Daughter? Yes." Soarin sighed.
"But-ho-wha?" Rainbow continued, starring.
"It was many moons ago..." Spitfire started.
*
"Well, hun, how 'bout we go back to my place?" A teenage drunk Spitfire asked another pegasus. He rolled his eyes, grabbing her hoof, and trotting along with her.
"I'm going to take you home, and you're gona sleep." He replied frustrated. It was supposed to be a simple night, they had graduated High School, and had gone out for a drink.
"Aww, but Soarin.." She said, falling into his arms.
"At least take a sip, one?" She asked. Soarin had never drank in his life, and never planned to, he refused, and Spitfire shoved the bottle into his mouth, pulled his head backwards, and forced him to drink it. He gagged, trying to cough it up out of his stomach.
"Oh stop being so dramatic, have some fun!" Spitfire exclaimed, what she didn't know was that Soarin had a serious alcohol problem. One drop, and he was drunk, and Spitfire had fed him half the bottle. She chugged the rest down, smiling at the colt who furiously glared at her.
'You devil! You know that I've never..." He stopped, starring intensely at her.
"Seen you so pretty..." Which, was a turn statement, Spitfire's hair was ruffled and jagged. Her coat had one too many stains on it, and the very edges inside her eyes were red, the outside, bags hung under them.
'Whoa, the world is so.. blurry, but beautiful. Maybe, we should go lay down." Soarin said, tumbling over to the door of Spitfire's new apartment. Spitfire followed, falling a few times after him, they both fell into the bed, smiling at each other.
"Have you ever kissed anypony?" Spitfire asked. Soarin shook his head, and Spitfire agreed that she never had either.
"Will you," Soarin started to talk, but almost immediately blushing.
"Kiss you?" Spitfire asked, guessing that's what he was going to say. He nodded, and Spitfire flew on top of him, she grabbed his mane and smirked. He gasped and the pace of his heartbeat and breath quickened enormously. She pulled him to her face, into a tight kiss, their tongues slid and touched in each other's mouths. She removed her mouth, and left Soarin, gasping for air. She slipped her bottom two hooves down in between his. She gripped his colthood, and pulled her legs up, then pushed them back down, she slid her body towards it, and the top of her filly hood rung over it. She pushed it down hard, without hesitation, and screamed, Soarin, groaned in pleasure, smiling. This lasted all bight long, their virginity gone for sure, it was only until morning, Spitfire regretted everything.
*
Rainbow Dash gave them both a look of disgust.
"So you two-" She started.
"Yes, that's how all foals are made, you don't have to make it sound weird." Spitfire continued. The two wonderbolts both looked down to the cloud floor in shame. Rainbow Dash groaned, rolling her eyes, she stood up on her legs, and walked into the kitchen. She gripped a tray and laid a couple of cookies and milk along with some crackers on the side, and trotted out, lying the tray onto the small coffee table.
"Do you have pie?" Soarin asked, looking down at the food. Rainbow Dash shook her head, sitting back down on the couch. Spitfire grabbed a cookie, and munched away, drinking the milk as well. Soarin did so too, disappointed that Rainbow Dash had no pie. Rainbow thought deeply of what to say to break the silence. But there was nothing, nothing except one thing. One question ever since they said they had a daughter. A question that had been rushing across her mind the whole time, a question making her try to decide to ask or not to. Rainbow furrowed her brow and asked.
"Who is it?" Spitfire starred immensely at the blue pegasus, then looking up to Soarin, who nodded his head.
"The rookie." She said finally after a long silence.
"Who?" Rainbow asked again, and Spitfire glared. Soarin laid a hoof on her shoulder, and Spitfire sighed, she repeated her self, but with different words. Much different words, not just any words, a name.
"Lightning Dust."
