Mile High

“If you don’t have anything else to do... You wanna get some drinks tonight? Just the two of us?”

“Yeah...”

Spitfire watched through the cloud of steam with wide eyes as Thunderlane half carried the young flier to collect their towels. Part of her couldn’t believe what she’d witnessed, but the evidence was right in front of her. As the new lovers emerged from the showers, she darted behind the wall of lockers, keeping herself flat up against them and holding her breath to limit her sound.

Thunderlane was one of her strongest fliers, but for as long as she’d known him, he was a loner, and despite her attempts at flirting with the stud, he never showed any interest in return. Watching him hit things off so quickly with the new mare begged a question that caused Spitfire to scream in her mind. What did Vapor Trail have that she didn’t?

When she was certain the others were gone, Spitfire exhausted a long sigh. Whatever the cause was for Thunderlane choosing some new recruit over his captain, she wasn’t going to take such a rejection without a fight. Vapor was a cutie, to be sure. Spitfire couldn’t deny her that, but she was a far more developed mare in every aspect. If she could only prove it, if she were only given the chance, Thunderlane would be hers.

***To be continued?***