The Revolutionary Six

Smolder and Ocellus trailed through ponyville in search for the hospital. Ocellus was nonspeaking, and Smolder grew tired of it.
“Look, I’m sorry I was trying to protect you, alright?” Ocellus was unresponsive. “I just thought... I thought I could do a little more to help...”

She just kept on walking. So dejectedly. So solemnly. “Look, what’s your problem?!” Smolder hissed, throwing her arms up. The two stopped in the middle of the empty evening street that was Ponyville. “I was just trying to help and—!!” She stopped in her tracks as Ocellus whirled around.

“M-My problem is that you don’t trust me!” She sobbed. Smolder looked at her with great concern and attempted to console her.

“O-Ocellus, I... I’m sorry. I said it before, I do trust you. I don’t know why you’d ever think otherwise. Tears streamed from Ocellus’ eyes as Smolder held her head up so their snouts were mere inches away from each other.

“B-But... the school... I-I told you to let me handle it, and...”

“And I went back into the school anyway. So what?” She rolled her eyes slightly, wiping the tears from her lovebug’s cheeks. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You helped me, I’d help you...”

Ocellus giggled in between sniffs. The moon adorned the night sky as the stars glistened around it. Tinges of white speckled across the delicate fabric of the black sky, shining and sparkling down on the two.

“I’m really sorry if I hurt you like that. I hope you know it wasn’t intentional.” She sang, kissing her changeling on the forehead.

“Of course.” Ocellus hummed back. Smolder leaned in slowly, and so did Ocellus.
She moved her claw and let it saunter down Ocellus’ back. The bewildered bug shivered in reply, wrapping her hooves around Smolder’s neck and bringing her in closer.

The two’s muzzles were inches away from each other’s. Smolder leaned closer, and closer, and—

“You thought I’d let you kiss me right now?” Ocellus had pulled back, a small smile on her face and her hooves resting on Smolder’s chest. Smolder frowned in reply, but the corners of her mouth faltered slowly and turned into a smirk.

“You bitch.” She joked. Ocellus giggled.

“Don’t make me bring CHAD out.” She laughed. Smolder chortled along with her.

“So that’s what this is about.” Ocellus continued to fall about, and Smolder was in stitches as the two fell into each other.

They both continued laughing for a time, and then Ocellus had decided maybe they should hurry into the hospital before it closed.

The couple entered the building and walked around in confusion and misdirection. “So... you haven’t thought of getting your wings checked out beforehoof?”

“No. Not until Yona completely wore em’ out.” She grimaced at her nearly pulsing, damaged wings. The bones were close to shattered, and the veins sloshed and curled around them like they were still solid. “Now they're just... there. I tried wrapping them up, but... they’re too... gelatin-y.”

“Yuck.” Ocellus stuck her tongue out jokingly hoping that Smolder would find it adorable, and by the sweet taste of her admiration for her, she sure did.

When the two finally found their way into the Doctor’s office to see her, Smolder sat up on her examination table. The Doctor they were expecting for a time entered the room.

“Good evening, girls. You can call me Doctor Land Breeze.” She said, closing the door behind her. “Anything in particular going on with the patient?”

“Uh, Yeah, actually. My wings are kind of... broken. I wanted to find out if there was something you could potentially do about that.”

Land Breeze nodded, brushing a careful hoof on her patient’s wings. She winced as The Doctor fluctuated and pressed against her wings so firmly. Ocellus watched in concern at Land’s worried and occasionally confused expressions.

When she finally finished examining, she turned to Ocellus, looking quite dejected and worried. Smolder’s eyebrows furled, looking for an explanation as to why she looked so down.
“Your wings,” she explained. “They’re not in proper shape. They’re fleshy and squishy, and I can feel the fragments of shattered bones inside of them.”

“Oh,” Smolder sighed in reassurance, and so did Ocellus. The doctor raised a brow at this, and then continued to further her sadness. “As long as that’s all it was. So, you can fix them, right? My wings?”

“Well, actually, I...” Land Breeze paused to clear her throat; and then continued on. “I’m terribly sorry to inform you that your wings can no longer function.”

Ocellus gasped dramatically, and Smolder’s eyes widened. “W-What do you mean?!” Ocellus tried to negotiate the terms. “Surely there’s some sort of medical treatment that can—“

“I’m sorry, but... unfortunately we cannot preform any treatments to heal her broken wings. They are simply damaged beyond repair.”

Land Breeze’s words lingered in the air. The cold, empty thought of being deprived of something she could barely live without sunk in. Without her wings, was she even a dragon anymore? Without her wings, who was she?

Smolder hugged her legs to her chest and clenched her teeth. Tears quivered and begged for freedom as she shut her eyes closed tightly. She might have been fine when she wasn’t using them, but that made it all the more different.

Knowing she’d be able to take to the skies when she was done. Being sure she’d make it into that brisk, light, warm air. It just wasn’t the same. The wings she had gave her power, purpose, even. Maybe if she’d done something’s earlier, she could’ve saved them.

Maybe if she had, she could’ve saved herself. She ran the thoughts over and over in her mind again. An endless ring of the same occurrence happening over and over again.

Her worst fears that she dreaded most finally came true. The world had finally gotten her back for all the terrible things she’s said. The things she said about the world and what she thought if it.

This is what she got for sharing her opinion on every little thing that came up. All her friends had this curse, and she was the first one to start it. All because of her. This was all her fault.

If she hadn’t started this mess, Yona wouldn’t lose her mind and smash her into that wall. If she hadn’t started this mess, she wouldn’t have broken her wings at the beginning. What did she do to deserve this?

Her emotional thinking was cut off as a steady hoof gingerly tapped her arm.

“Smolder... a-are you...?” Ocellus tried to somehow summarize the situation without acting like they both weren’t there.

“Don’t. Fucking. Talk to me.” Smolder uttered sharply. Ocellus winced and took a few steps back.

“I-I get it... you need your space...”

“The worse news is, you’re going to need to get them amputated. The shattered bones in those wings could block up your blood flow. We don’t want that.”

These words cut through Smolder like a knife. As if she wasn’t already going through enough. The ongoing repetition of the same sentences over and over in Smolder’s mind twisted her nerves, causing her to snap.

She bolted out of the window, and he glass shattered as she made impact.

“Smolder, no!” Ocellus got up to chase after her, but she was already gone. She looked to Land Breeze, who lowered her head in defeat.

“Once again, I’m really Sorry. Words cannot describe how hard this must be to take in for her.”

“Yeah...” Ocellus replied distantly, staring out the window. After gazing for a while she turned to the doctor who appeared to be as sad and concerned as she was. “Oh. Thank you. She appreciates it. She really does. She just— thank you.” She continued, leaping out the window after her beloved.

Smolder sat on a tree branch and stared down at the ground below her. "Equestria fuckin' sucks." She muttered under her breath. "Maybe if you guys didn't waste all your magical resources on extra shit, you would've been able to..." She paused. The unforgiving wind brushed under her feet as she sighed wistfully. "It's not their fault. It's all mine. My fucking fault... Me and Ocellus wouldn't have argued if I had trusted her, something else I brought on myself."

Smolder rolled her eyes and sighed afresh. Tears welled up in her eyes while she looked up at the sky. She was pitiful. To be blaming her own problems on other creatures simply to gain hope in a situation was absolutely miserable.

Smolder stopped thinking when she heard a distant buzz, and then leaves ruffling from the tree she was sitting in. "What do you want?" She bit her tongue with regret as she let the words leave her mouth. Thinking of trying to correct what she said, she sighed. "I'm... I'm being a huge asshole right now, I know."

"No, It's... It's okay. I get it. I just wanna talk." Ocellus landed next to her and snuggled into her. Her hooves draped over Smolder’s legs, and her head rested upon her lower stomach. Smolder’s claw rested on Ocellus’ head. “How are you feeling?”

“Like a fucktard.” Smolder exhaled. “I keep blaming my own emotional shit on everything else, and I don’t even know what the fuck is wrong with me. I’m the only one who fucked up my own life.

“The only reason why my wings are broken is because I didn’t have any self control. Yona only smashed me through the wall because I thought it might’ve been a good idea to stick to one of her hooves.”

“Smolder, you’re not thinking straight.” Ocellus replied, having enough of Smolder putting herself down so harshly.

“Of course I’m not. This is the most fucked up situation I’ve ever been in, and— wait a second.” She groaned before placing her arms behind her head and leaning against the hard bark of the tree. “You meant something else, didn’t you?”

“I meant that you shouldn’t be so mad at yourself for something you can’t control. You can’t beat yourself up because something already happened.” Ocellus moved to kiss Smolder’s cheek. Her nostrils plumed smoke of frustration and fluster.

“But my wings... they’re special. A part of me...” Smolder meant that both literally and figuratively. Ocellus nodded as she noted this and listened on to what she had to say. “...If I don’t have those, then... what do I have?”

“Well, even if you don’t have your wings“- Ocellus paused to adjust her position so that she was whispering in Smolder’s ear. -“You always have me...” She whispered timidly. Her eyes were half lidded, and her face was touched with pink.

Smolder jolted and tensed up momentarily. After a while, she slumped back against the rough material of the tree in a relaxed manner. “Yeah.” She murmured. “You’re right.” She leaned over to gaze into Ocellus’ eyes, and Ocellus did the same. Smolder moved her claws to grab Ocellus’ hooves and squeeze them faintly.

Ocellus leaned in slowly, and Smolder followed suit. The space between them closed even more each second. Smolder was grasping her lover’s hooves, and Ocellus’ breathing was unsteady. With one more second spent, their lips touched.

Ocellus shut her eyes tightly as she shared love with her partner. Smolder quit squeezing her hooves and wrapped her arms around Ocellus’ waist. They started making out.

Smolder’s tongue slowly made it’s way in between Ocellus’ lips, and she shivered harshly in reply. After getting used to it, her tongue met Smolder’s, and they intertwined and wrestled as the two kissed.

Ocellus pulled back, looking up at her girlfriend longingly. “...And we have each other, no matter what happens.”

“Even if CHAD stole all my gems?” Smolder joked. Ocellus giggled.

“Even if CHAD stole everything. I’d never trade you for anything in all of Equestria.”

“Good,” Smolder sang. “Then maybe we could— Aaah!” She unintentionally slipped off the branch. Ocellus hovered in surprise and shock. Smolder waved her arms around frantically as she fell, but remembered her abilities.

Shooting a string of web that latched around the branch, she hung by the web and sighed in relief. Ocellus hovered down to her as she attempted to finish her sentence.

“I was going to say... maybe we could head back to the school and pick up where we left off...?”
She smirked, and Ocellus clung to her as patches of pink blush began to stain her cheeks.

“I-I guess so.. I-I mean, if you want to..”

“Great. Let’s go.”