Wings of Lightning

by ba1leyy

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Random, Lightning Dust
Length: 1431

Lightning Dust and Rainbow Dash face off in a thrilling race through Ghastly Gorge, where only the fastest will come out on top.

Lightning Dust has always been driven by a desire to prove herself as the fastest pegasus in Equestria. When she challenges Rainbow Dash to a race through the dangerous Ghastly Gorge, both flyers push their limits, navigating treacherous turns and narrow cliffs. As the competition heats up, Lightning Dust must rely on her skills and determination to show that she’s more than just a rival—she’s a force to be reckoned with. Who will emerge victorious in this high-speed showdown?

Published 2025-01-27 02:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2025-01-27 02:50:00 UTC

The one and only chapter

I stood at the edge of Ghastly Gorge, the wind howling through the jagged cliffs like an angry beast. This was the place where only the brave—or the foolish—dared to race. The air smelled of dust and adrenaline, and the ground beneath my hooves was cracked and uneven, like the land itself had been torn apart by the very forces I was about to face.

Rainbow Dash stood beside me, wings flared and her usual cocky grin plastered on her face. I hated that grin. I hated the way she looked at me like she had everything figured out, like she was always one step ahead. She was going to regret that look, I promised myself.

“You sure about this, Lightning?” she asked, her voice dripping with that insufferable arrogance. “I mean, this place is pretty dangerous. Don’t want you to hurt yourself, right?”

I glared at her, every muscle in my body tensing with a mix of anger and excitement. “I’m sure, Dash. But maybe you should be worried about yourself.”

Rainbow snorted. “Please, I’ve raced through tougher places than this. You think I’m scared of some rocks and sharp turns?”

She flared her wings, showing off, like she was trying to prove something. I didn’t need her to prove anything to me—I already knew how she operated. She played it safe. She was the hero, the one who followed the rules, the one who made sure everything was “just right.” But I wasn’t like that. I didn’t follow rules. I made them.

I narrowed my eyes, taking a step forward, standing just a little closer to the starting line. “You don’t get it, Dash. You never did. This race isn’t about winning. It’s about showing everypony who the real fastest pegasus is.”

Rainbow’s smirk faltered, just for a second, but then she shook her head and snorted. “You think you’ve got what it takes to beat me? You’re delusional, Lightning. You were never good enough before, and you’re still not now.”

I clenched my teeth, my wings twitching with anticipation. “We’ll see about that.”

The air was thick with tension, but it felt good. I could feel the energy buzzing through my veins, the adrenaline already starting to kick in. This wasn’t just any race. This was my chance to show her—and everyone else—that I was better than Rainbow Dash. That I was faster.

We both turned to the cliffside where the race would begin. Ghastly Gorge stretched out before us, its narrow, twisting paths and sharp, jagged rocks waiting like a beast to swallow us whole. There was no turning back now.

The starting line was marked by two large rocks on either side, and the path ahead seemed almost too dangerous to navigate. But that was the point, wasn’t it? If I couldn’t handle this, then I didn’t deserve to be the fastest.

I could hear Rainbow’s breathing steadying as she prepared, but I didn’t care about her. All I cared about was the wind in my wings, the rush of air, and the way my heart beat in time with the storm brewing in the distance.

“Ready?” Rainbow called out, her voice full of that false confidence.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I lowered my head, wings outstretched, and felt the gusts pushing against me. I could already see the course in my mind—the narrow turns, the treacherous cliffs, the places where I could gain speed and where I had to be careful. But most importantly, I could see the finish line ahead of me.

This was it.

“On your marks…” The sound of the race official’s voice barely registered. I was already focused on the course, on the wind, on the rush of it all.

“Get set…”

I tensed, every muscle in my body coiling like a spring.

“GO!”

Without a second thought, I shot forward, wings flapping hard and fast, feeling the ground slip away beneath me as I soared into the gorge.

Rainbow was close behind, I could hear the beat of her wings matching mine. But I didn’t look back. I didn’t need to. I knew what was coming.

The first turn loomed ahead, and I banked hard to the left, barely skimming the rocks as I pushed myself faster. I could feel my heart pounding, my wings aching with the effort, but I wasn’t going to slow down. I wasn’t going to hold back.

I glanced to my side—Rainbow was still there, keeping up. But I could see the hesitation in her eyes. She was playing it safe.

That was her mistake.

I dove toward the narrow gap in the rocks, the one everypony else would hesitate to take. It was risky, dangerous, but I was built for this. I squeezed through the gap with inches to spare, the sound of my wings slicing through the air filling my ears.

Rainbow tried to follow, but she was too slow. I could hear her wings flapping desperately as she tried to match my speed. But it was too late.

I shot ahead, leaving her in my wake, the wind howling around me as I surged forward. The gorge opened up ahead, and I saw the finish line just beyond the curve.

I was almost there.

But then I saw it. The cliff ahead. The drop that would lead into a sharp upward spiral. It was the kind of maneuver that would either make or break a racer. Rainbow would hesitate, I knew it. But I wouldn’t.

I pulled up sharply, gaining altitude, my wings straining against the air as I pushed myself higher. I could feel the energy building, the tension, the storm of power in my chest. The air pressure was changing, and I knew I had to act now.

And then I did it.

I let loose.

I focused every ounce of my energy into that single, explosive burst of speed, the one I had mastered over the years. My wings snapped as I propelled myself forward with a force that was nothing short of a thunderclap.

I could feel it building, the power, the energy, the lightning coursing through my veins. And then… it happened.

With a crack of thunder and a brilliant flash of light, I tore through the sky, my body creating a vortex of color and speed as I broke the sound barrier.

A Sonic Rainboom.

The shockwave rippled out from me, spreading across the Gorge in a wave of energy. I could hear the roar of the wind as it rushed past me, and for a brief moment, I was weightless, a blur of speed and light.

Rainbow’s gasp reached my ears just before I left her behind completely. She wasn’t even close anymore. I had put so much distance between us that I barely saw her in my peripheral vision.

As I flew through the rainbow-colored cloud that I had left behind, I couldn’t help but grin. This was it. This was what I was made for.

I was faster than her. I was faster than everypony.

The finish line was just ahead, and with one last burst of energy, I crossed it—faster than I had ever flown in my life. The wind still howled around me, the echoes of the Rainboom still reverberating through the air.

I slowed down, letting the exhilaration of the moment sink in.

I turned back just in time to see Rainbow Dash cross the finish line, a good distance behind me. She was panting, her wings trembling from the effort, but there was no mistaking it. She had lost.

I hovered there, floating above the line, and I couldn’t resist.

“Guess I’m the fastest after all,” I called down to her, my voice carrying over the wind.

Rainbow landed with a thud, breathing hard, her eyes wide with disbelief. She looked up at me, clearly stunned. I could see the frustration in her eyes, the sting of defeat.

But there was something else, too. A flicker of respect.

“Okay,” she said between breaths, “you’ve got me. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

I smirked. “That’s the difference between you and me, Dash. I never play it safe.”

I hovered for a moment longer, watching her catch her breath. The race wasn’t just about winning—it was about proving that I was more than what they’d written me off to be. I was better. Faster.

And no matter what Rainbow Dash said, no matter how many times she told herself she was the best, I knew the truth now.

I was the fastest.