Chapters The rush of wind through her mane was exhilarating. It was her first time flying away from those high and mighty instructors and it felt great. The little filly had decided that she was through with flight school. It was time to fly how she wanted. She was finally free to fly her way.
And her way was flying faster than anypony had a right to. A satisfied smile split her face.
Taking a quick look behind her she could see the first sparks appearing. HA. I was right. she thought jubilant. She was going to prove them all wrong, that the 'Flying Phoenix' could still be done by any pegasus with the guts to try and she was that pegasus. She had spent weeks studying flight books at her library. Long into the night she poured over tomes till even the librarian had left her alone to read. Well her and a certain purple unicorn filly.
Her wings stiffened slightly at the thought and her face felt like it was the one giving off sparks.
Stop it she chided herself. Focus. We've got to concentrate.After this you can go ask her out or something but for now get your head in the game. We get this wrong and we are toast.
Her body groaning a little relaxed. She couldn't be distracted now. She had a stunt to perform.
Flying at Max speed?Check. Wings in optimal position? Check. Begin descent....
She threw herself downwards, going faster and faster as gravity helped pull her to an almost certain demise. Smoke billowing from her rear hooves the ground appeared ever closer.
50ft
The thought reverberated through her skull like a warning bell. Pulling up at the last moment her wings felt like they were getting ripped off with the strain of it but they held. She knew that if she could just pull up and transfer the speed from the fall to her ascent that she'd make it.
Her belly scraped the grass threatening to distract her but she was to focused for that
Come on girl you can do it.
A last burst of effort and she broke free of gravity’s grasp and shot into the sky like a flaming rocket complete with a fiery contrail. Burning into the atmosphere a joyful scream escaped the fillys lips. She had done it.
And now all she had to do was complete the trick.
Suddenly she slammed her wings and hooves outwards, spreading them wide as if to accept what was coming the fire that trailed behind her engulfed her. Flames licked over her body and burst into a fiery shape. The shape of a glorious Phoenix.
As quickly as it had appeared the fire had gone leaving only a happy but slightly singed filly. And right there as if it had been blazed onto her flank was her new cutie mark.
“Kid.” A voice called out towards her. It was a stallion in a blue and yellow regalia. Any pegasus would recognise this uniform. “Whats your name?” the wonderbolt asked an almost reverent tone sneaking into his question.
A cocky grin settled onto her face.
“The names Spitfire.”
12 years later.
All in all it was an ordinary sleepy day in the quiet town of Ponyville. The birds chirped merrily, Lyra's music gently wafted on the wind as she practiced in the town square and even the usually workaholic Applejack had put down tools to rest underneath a shady tree.
The rest of the towns inhabitants were equally at peace today. There was no pinkie party threatening to disrupt it, no ursa major had decided to snack on any of the buildings and no upcoming social events that the more savvy ponies knew about.
Yes all in all it was a quiet day.
“BOOM” Of course it doesn't stay like that for very long in Ponyville.
A wave of colours shot across the sky heralding the arrival of Rainbow dash. The only pony in Equestria who thought quiet equals uncool. Don't blame her, they don't teach maths at flight camp.
The rainbow maned pegasus flew through the town like a lightening bolt, disturbing anypony in her way by her manic grin and constant hoots of “YES YES YES”
Finally skidding to a halt outside the home of a certain purple mare she knocked in quick succession with her head.
Waiting for the door to open felt like an eternity to dash as she shifted from hoof to hoof in excitement.
The door creaked slightly opening just a sliver when she couldn't contain it anymore and burst in knocking Twilight to the floor in the process.
Looming over the dazed unicorn Rainbow let out in a rush “OHMYGOSHTHEWONDERBOLTSARECOMINGHERE!THISISTHEGREATESTTHINGSINCEIPERFROMEDTHESONICRAINBOOM”
Still slightly confused from a pony to the face Twilight simply rubbed her head. “What dash?”
“I said the wonderbolts are coming here. Jeez for an egghead you don't listen so well do you?” Offering a hoof to help her up.
Gratefully accepting it she stood up.
Despite it being a rhetorical question Twilight began to answer it anyway.
“Well I imagine it has something to do with the recent population explosion here and of course all the recent publicity the town as had. Plus since all the times the princess's have...” A blue hoof was pressed against her lips, cutting her off.
“Yeah, no. Wrong. Don't you see Twilight? It's cause the Dash lives here. They are finally here to offer me a place on the team.” Her face looked like it was going to burst at the seams with the size of the grin that had settled there.
“Um, not to be sceptical but why would they bring the whole team for that? Wouldn't they just send you a letter to appear for a trial at their headquarters. It just isn't logical.”
Rainbow started laughing raucously.
“You crack me up Twilight.”Patting Twilights head the way a mother would do to a cute filly.“They are the wonderbolts. They don't do things by logic. They do it by awesomness.”
“Uh-huh.” Twilight deadpanned. “Well be that as it may I have some important research to do so unless you have any other important news I better head back in.”
Rainbow shook her head. “Nope. What could be more important than the Wonderbolts coming here? And research Twi? Is that what you call reading those sappy romance novels again?”
Twilights face lit up like a hearths warming tree.
“It's very important research.” She said stomping her hoof to punctuate her point.
“Yeah sure it is. Catch you later egghead.” Dash took off laughing all the way home to prepare for the Wonderbolts.
“Captain” a languid voice called “Yo cappy?”
“Soarin how many times? You address me as Captain. Not cappy or cap or any variation. Capisce?” Spitfire said.
“You got it Capster.” Spitfire rolled her eyes “ Anyway just wanted to let you know that me and the rookies are all hitting the town. Apparently the local watering hole around here is pretty good. Berry's or something. You up for a friendly drinks competition? Bet you pass out before I do.”
She smiled. Soarin is a good friend and a hoot to be around but he has the work ethic of a sleepy dragon.
“As much as I'd like to drink your wussy behind under the table I've got to check the town. Make sure there is no low flying clouds or anything else that'll disrupt our show tomorrow. Raincheck okay?” she said beginning to take flight out of her hotel room.
“Uh huh yeah sure.” His tone however implied that wasn't the case.
Rounding on her team mate Spitfire asked “Something the matter lieutenant?”
Loosening the collar of his flight suit with a nervous hoof he said “Well me and the guys have been talking and well. We think, I mean they think that you may be a little overworked recently and that maybe you should come out with us a blow off a little steam.”
Spitfire stared at him angrily before speaking. “You all think that?”
“Yes. You've just been wound up a little tight lately. Come on hang out with us. Hit a few bars, make some friends heck pick up a stallion or two. It's what I do.” After a beat he finally caught what he had said and tried to correct it. “Mares of course not Stallions. I pick up mares cause I'm a real heartbreaker.”
Walking closer to him she jabbed his puffed out chest with a hoof. “First off. Heartbreaker? Really?” her hoof jabbed him again eliciting a quick 'Ow' from Soarin. “Secondly and more importantly you mean tell me that you have been openly discussing my personal life with the team and you all came to the conclusion that I need to get laid?” Any pony with a lick of common sense could tell that this was a question you don't answer. Of course...
“Yeah. Well at least go out and have a little fun.”
Soarin wasn't such a pony.
If looks could kill Spitfires eyes would be classed as dangerous weapons with the unsettling glare aimed at her subordinate.
“Get out. Before I do something I regret.” Not needed to be told twice Soarin proved why he was a Wonderbolt, speeding off to his team mates at the local boozer.
Spitfire left the hotel herself but in the opposite direction. She had work to do and it was up to her to do it.
Flying across Ponyvilles skyline she silently raged at her team.
I can't belive it. She thought. They've all being talking about me behind my back. About my private life. Is there nothing sacred. Celestia, they must think I'm some kind of workaholic. Just because I don't do the bare minimum.
She angrily kicked a cloud before continuing her tirade.
I go out and have fun all the time. Like pausing in her flight she started to think about it. She honestly couldn't remember the last time she went to a bar or a theatre. Just somewhere to relax and enjoy herself.
Did Soarin have a point?
Yeah she decided. While he may not be the most tactful pony his heart was usually in the right place.
But for now she had to do something other than work because even if she hated to admit it. Soarin was right about needing to blow off some steam and have a little fun. The other things though. Yeah he was way off base. Like she'd ever want to pick up a stallion.
Scanning the town below her she spotted several possible hangouts. Yet one stood out for her.
It was a large building in the centre of town seemingly built in a tree and unless she missed her guess it was a library.
She hadn't been in a library since...
Red tinged her cheeks at the thought of the last time she had been at a library.
Still blushing over that little purple unicorn? Sweet Celestia I had it bad over that little honey.
Laughing a little she zoomed off towards the library.
No chance of running into her anytime soon.
Chapter Two
She's here again. Thought a purple filly. That's the forty-third day in a row and two hundred and fifty-seventh day in total. She must love books almost as much as me! With exuberant glee the industrious little egghead took out her 'research journal' and began to write with her magic quill.
Dear research journal,
She's here again. This marks the forty-third consecutive day she has attended the library. More research may be necessary but I feel confident to assume that she is a fellow bibliophile. Of course this can be confirmed once verbal contact has been initiated.
Looking up from her journal she looked towards the desk across from her, where there sat a golden filly with a fiery mane and warm honey coloured eyes. Her own violet eyes followed the contours of the golden filly like a raft down a river, gently and almost lazily, till she arrived at the golden filly's flank. Blushing so hard she was afraid that the residual heat of her cheeks could set fire to the library. She returned to her journal.
She still hasn't received her cutie mark either. This could be a possible conversation starter or “ice-breaker” as noted in chapter 12 page 247 of “befriending ponies for fun and friendship.” Tangentially connected to this, my other research project has reached a difficult phase. After checking every medical textbook Ms Singer has in the library I was unable to find any that matched my curious symptoms that I have been exhibiting, Diluted pupils rule out the pony pox and the quickening of the pulse rules out lupus. When I mentioned my distress to Jade.. I mean Ms Singer she merely giggled and asked if any outside stimuli could be responsible. Twilight frowned as she recalled the conversation.Well she her actual words were “Does it only happen when you look at a certain special somepony?” For some reason her words made me think of the Golden filly I've been thinking of befriending. At that my symptoms returned only in a muted way with a strange blush across my cheeks. After this display of biological rebellion on my bodies part Ms Singer just laughed all the more. I managed to calm her down and she explained that I have a crush. Twilight snorted derisively. I am dismissing this as sheer nonsense as I am a scientist and scientists do not get crushes. Ughhh... no don't write that...or that. Stupid psyhic quill. The minute I can I'm getting an assistant so this kind of thing never happens, so there. Hmmm now what was I mentally dictating... no don't write that either....
Popping the enchantment on her quill with a lance over purple magic she grumbled silently and returned to her research with the quill firmly gripped in her aura.
Despite the lunacy of her conclusions, Ms Singer did help identify what was causing me those symptoms. It seems that I will have to bump up my friendship experiment in the hopes that prolonged contact with her Twilight unknowingly grinned will alleviate the symptoms. I'll solve this crush problem once and for all. Not that I have a crush. That's silly but I'd be a poor scientist to dismiss it out of hoof.
Putting her quill down Twilight began looking up, resolved to finally speak to the golden filly she had been observing.Not in a voyeuristic way you understand, in a scientific way. and the blood pounded in her ears in a cacophony. Her heart felt as if it might just burst out of her chest to get to her first.
But when she looked up that fiery maned filly wasn't there.
Breathing out a breath she did not know she was holding in, Twilight thought dejectedly
There's always tomorrow
Twelve years later. Ponyville.
A knock rang through Twilights library. She started towards the door before she remembered what happened earlier when she answered it. Deciding to play it safe she called out “Come on in. We're open.”
The door opened as a golden maned pegasus walked in.
Twilight sat still entranced by the book she was reading while Spitfire was entranced by another reason.
No way. It can't be.
Sitting no more than 5 metres in front of her was that little purple unicorn she had a crush on all those years ago.
Well she's filled out a little since then. And in all the right places.
Standing there in silence Spitfire didn't know what to do. Here was the pony her filly-hood dreams were filled with, the pony that unwittingly was the reason Spitfire pushed herself so far. It was all to impress one little unicorn. And she was right here.
“Can I help you?” Twilight asked without looking up.
Realising that she was standing there gawking like a adolescent at a magic show she rushed over to the nearest shelf and grabbed a book.
“Oh I'm fine Hun. Just wanted to look around and see if there was a good book.” Spitfire said slightly nervous.
Huffing a quiet assent Twilight continued to focus on her book. She was going to finish it if it was the last thing she did. Interruptions be damned.
Releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding Spitfire looked down at the book she had picked up.
Kamare sutra? Damn you sexy subconscious. Embarrassed she returned the book to pick up another to pretend to peruse.
Ok think girl. The filly you had a crush on is literally within reach. What do you wanna do about it?
A few interesting ideas popped into her head. A few even dash would have thought was physically impossible at such speeds. Besides who would have a banjo anyway.
Bad Spitfire. Can't do that. Just strike up a conversation. Talk about something. Maybe compliment her mane or something. You're the Captain of the Wonderbolts. She's bound to be impressed. It's the most impressive thing anypony can be besides maybe related to the princesses or something. Maybe an element of Harmony but come on there's no chance of that happening.
Clearing her throat she began to speak. “Hey Hun? You couldn't give me a hoof here could ya?” shooting the most cocky grin she could at the unicorn.
Twilight a little peeved at not being able to return to her reading started answering as she he looked up.
“Yes can I...” Twilight's eyes meet Spitfires. That look almost turned Spitfires knees to butter. But she saw something flash across Twilight's eyes. Recognition. At that her smug smile came more naturally. At she felt at ease.
“..help you?” Twilight finished a bit awkwardly.
“I hope so. I'm looking for a book on” Spitfires eyes darted around for some inspiration. She saw the book Twilight was reading. “ romance. I'm kind of a sucker for a sappy story.”
“Oh? Well you're in the right section. Most of our romance stories are there. Even the more risqué ones.”
“Risky? Why are they banned for being too saucy or something?” Spitfire said.
“No well kinda. It doesn't matter. I'm being an egghead again.” A nervous chuckle escaped her lips.
“It's ok. Kinda cute actually.” Twilight blushed. “ So what would you recommend?”
Clearing her throat to compose herself Twilight said “Well we have any book you could imagine really. I'm partial to the long lost love stories myself.” Spitfire could have swore Twilights blush deepened at that. “You know the stories where two ponies find each other after so many years apart only to fall head over hooves in love.”
“Yeah they sound great any of those?” Spitfire said a bit quickly. The irony of Twilights words was not lost on her.
“Hmm I think there is a few with that premise around here somewhere.” Twilight looked through the shelf trying to find the appropriate book. “No. Fluttershy must have them. I'll need to ask spike to get them back.”
“Spike?”
“Oh he’s my number one assistant. He usually so diligent but apparently the wonderbolts are here so that’s where he went. He hasn't got a ticket so I have no idea how he thinks he's going to get in. Honestly I think he was still upset that he didn't get to see them in Cloudsdale with me.”
Spitfires brow furrowed in confusion. Had this pony been coming to here shows all these years and she had never noticed? How is that possible? I'd never forget a face that gorgeous. Also she is a freaking unicorn. Wait a minute, what does she mean the Wonderbolts are apparently coming here?
“Question. How did you get to Cloudsdale. You're a unicorn.” Spitfire asked.
“Oh well I performed a cloud walking spell. Pretty neat huh?” Twilight said happily.
A cloud walking spell? Spitfire didn't even know it was possible.
“Most definitely Hun. Your friend can't get a ticket?If you like I can give you guys a few we have spare. Least I can do for such a big wonderbolts fan.” Smooth Spitty, she is going to be eating out of your hoof with moves like that. She thought.
Twilights hooves clapped in delight. “Thank you so much. He'll be delighted. So you must work for the Wonderbolts right? That must be pretty cool.”
“Yeah its pretty cool.” Spitfire said utterly confused. Does she seriously not know who I am? That I'm the head honcho of the Wonderbolts? In a split second an idea came to Spitfire. How many of her team mates lamented the fact that beautiful mares threw themselves at their hooves simply of because who they were? Ok none but Spitfire thought it could be a problem. I want to get her by being me, not by the fancy rank. This is perfect.
“So what do you do exactly? Are you a roadie?” Twilight asked mildly curious.
“Well..” Spitfire said trying to think of something. This lying business was going to be trickier than she thought. Keep it simple stupid. Think, think. Try to make what you really do sound vague. “..I'm an odd job pony.” She finished, silently thanking Luna for that bolt of inspiration.
“I just do what needs doing Hun. Everything from rounding up the stars in the morning to working out all the flight patterns for the routines and everything in between.” It wasn't exactly a lie. She did do all of that. It was what the Captain did after all. Well that and a few other things.
Twilight's eyes twinkled in mild happiness.
“You do all the math then?” She asked.
“Uh yeah.” Spitfire fire said a little surprised at the ferocity in Twilights gaze. “You have to know it if you want to plan all those complex flight routines.”
“Oooohhhh. Finally somepony who knows the value of mathematics. My friend Rainbow Dash just doesn't see the point of working out the geometry of all her tricks and routines and just prefers to wing it.”
“Best young flyer Rainbow Dash can't count?” Spitfire near shouted in surprise.
“Of course she can count.” Twilight rolled her eyes. “she just prefers to wing it and I quote 'being awesome by myself is more awesome than your facts and figures egghead. That's what the Wonderbolts want.'” Twilight lifted down her hooves after air-quoting her friend.
“Oh. Well that's silly. Even I know that the wonderbolts need to know the ins and outs of flying. Heck how would they work so well in sync with each other without it.?” Spitfire asked rhetorically.
Unfortunately Spitfire didn't better than to not ask Twilight Rhetorical questions.
“Actually I've done some interesting research into the flight instinct of pegasi and their magic and my research suggests...” Twilight droned on in full lecture mode, catching Spitfire off guard.
Wow she really likes to ramble. Spitfire thought standing stock still. Kinda cute actually. I wonder what would happen if I booped her on the nose? I bet it'd scrunch up in the most adorable... and you've finally lost it. Bad Spitty. Ok think, you like her. What would Soarin do? Ask her out. Wait what was that part she was saying about geosynchronous orbit? Never-mind, ask her out you doofus.
“Will you go to dinner with me?” Spitfire blurted out, cutting Twilight off mid-stride in lecture.
“Um what?” Twilight asked slightly confused.
Is she really that naive? Celestia that's adorkable.
“Will you go out to dinner with me?” Spitfire repeated. “ I know you just met me but I'd like to treat you to dinner Hun.”
“I don't even know your name” Twilight said slightly flustered.
“It's Spits” she replied a little hastily. Thanks again Luna. Could have gave the game away there. she silently thanked for the quick thinking.
“Spits” Twilight said as if testing it out on her tongue. “Well Spits I'm Twilight and I'd love to. It's the least I could do for a new friend.”
At that Spitfire's grin faltered for a second before returning wider than ever.
“Great” she said. She is that naïve. Well it's a good start and I always accept a challenge. “So where's good to eat around here Twilight?”
Spitfire was a little embarrassed asking since it was her idea but it didn't matter. She finally knew the name of that little purple filly she had a crush on all those years ago. And apparently still did.
And she was taking her to dinner.
Twilight. Sounds awfully familiar. Ah who cares, probably isn't important. But what is important is how to impress this little honey.
“Hmm” Twilight mumbled, tapping her chin in thought. “I know just the place.”
Author's Note
Wow that took me a long time. I finally when back re-cut the ending of the first chapter and continued from there from scratch. Honestly I'm a little worried. This story is by far the single most popular story I've written so naturally I'm a little hesitant in continuing/re-writing it. I finally got the guts thanks to a commentator (see comments really are important and I love every single one.) and just said to hell with it really and gave it another shot. I have maybe half of the next chapter written and that might be it for this story. Another two tops but for now this will be it. We'll see how well this chapter is liked and if there is a call for it and if I can actually manage to come up with some decent writing talent I'll finish it. I guess we'll see.
Also lets see who spots the MLP comic reference.
Chapter Three (AKA Your move Fox-Sama)
Chapter Three (AKA Your move Fox-Sama)
Walking through Ponyville town square, Rainbow Dash felt as if she was in a dream. With her offical Wonderbolt hat, glasses, saddlebags and assorted paraphenalia (available at all good sporting goods retailers now) she was ready to camp outside the Ponyville arena to await her idols and their inevitable pleas for her to join them. Of course she'd play it cool, look aloof and unfased by their presence. She wasn't no starstruck fan slobbering for an autograph. Besides she already had them all. No, she was Wonderbolt material and they were finally going to recognise it. Yep, big changes were going to happen around here.
Oh yeah, that's right ladies, future Wonderbolt just passing through Dash thought as she walked passed the neatly organised stalls of the market square. She was having far too much fun imagining herself in her new future. As she did most days when she wasn't pranking. Or napping. Or... actually that's about all she did really.
Hey Carrot Top, remember that time you wouldn't give me my food free? Suck it, I'm a Wonderbolt filly. Hey Aj, not letting me sleep in your trees? Not anymore, I'm a Wonderbolt. Also naming your trees? That's all kinds of messed up and it must be true because a Wonderbolt said it. And I'm a Wonderbolt. Hey Twi and Spitfire, guess what? I'm a Wonder-
That thought was cut off as she tried to process what she was seeing. The princess of eggheads, the ultimate ruler of all things nerdy and “smart” was casually chatting away with the second coolest pony in Equestria? With her idol and not-so-distant-future boss? Nah, she couldn't have seen that. I mean really? What would poss...possessee.. make Spitfire talk to Twilight.
But she saw them. Walking all nonchalant down the street as if it was no big deal. She could practically hear Twilight in her head. Oh hey everypony, I'm Twilight Sparkle. I love books. And egg-shaped heads. Isn't great that I know big words. I also know how to make breakfast without burning down my house unlike someponies. Tehee-hee. I'm also really good friends with the One-and-only Spitfire. It isn't a big deal really. It's not like she's the leader of the Wonderbolts and basically awesome ponysonified.
Her limited edition 'Soarin Shades' slide to the end of her snout in shock.
Jaw slack as she tried to think of anything, anything that could convey what she just witnessed.
But the words wouldn't come as she froze there, mouth open, as the hamster in her brain started working overdrive in a vain attempt as to comprehend just what was going on.
“So what do you call this place anyway?” Spitfire asked.
She was in a rather rustic establishment. A few tables were scattered around the place in a seemingly random pattern but it was obvious to anypony that the place was a pub first and a restaurant second. Course if you asked Twilight you'd find out that each table was strategically placed to diffuse the magic of all the unicorns in the room, in accordance with the Dresden principle first established under Storm Front. Well, it was that or the inebriated patrons had kept knocking the tables around and the staff were too lazy to fix the. Twilight didn't think that very likely though.
The barmare was a purple maned and coated earth pony with a sweet but bacchanalian grin, looked over the bar. She obviously enjoyed her job as she sneakily sipped a few drinks when she thought nopony was looking. The other side of the pub not occupied by Twilight and Spitfire was screened off from the other, for as much to give the dinners privacy as the revellers.
A loud yell emanated from behind the screen followed by a chorus of “Chug, chug, chug”
Spitfire had to admit she liked the atmosphere in here. Much better than those stuffy places in Canterlot.
“Hmm?” Twilight said from behind her menu, scanning the list as thoroughly as she would a Kneel haymun novel. Any excuse to read and she'd latch onto it.
“I said what do you call this place? I think I like it.” Spitfire said followed by oddly-timed cheering from behind the screen.
“It is nice isn't it? A bit loud but they do the best daisy sandwhiches known to mare.” Twilight said almost beginning to drool.
More cheering erupted from behind the screen followed by a shout of “Cider shots all round.”
“Really? Wow, I gotta get me one of those bad boys.”
“You have to. It's one of Berry's signature dishes. That and the 'Drunken chest' but I have no idea what in the hay that is.” Twilight laughed.
Oh ponyfeathers.
“Berry's?” Spitfire asked, a nervous look now visible on her face.
“Mhmm” Twilight nodded “ She owns and runs the place. With a little help from Barley and Wheat brew that is. Are you ok Spits? You don't look so good.”
“Oh I'm fine hun. ” Another cheer came from behind the screen. Spitfire now had a good idea who was responsible for all the noise and she wasn't happy about it one bit.
The whole gorram team is here. I can't let them see me. Soarin will never let me live it down, especially after the chewing out I gave him out over it. Plus they'll ruin my one chance with Twilight. She finds out I've lied to her and that's it, good night neighenna. Wait. Relax Spitty, relax. Soarin and the guys are all the way behind the screen. They have absolutely no reason to leave the bar part and come over here. Why would they? The bar's full of booze. We'll just eat our meal and leave without anypony being any the wiser. her cocky grin settled back onto her face.
“I'm great Twilight. Now, how about we order now? I've got to try those daisy sandwhiches you've been raving about.” She flashed her best flirty smile and Twilight giggled.
“Okay, but I can't let you pay for everything. Allow me to pay for my half at least.”
Spitfire started to talk, to say how she just couldn't allow a mare as beautiful as Twilight to dirty her hoofs by digging around for bits, while it would be a pleasure for her to hoof the bill. But that's when a phrase she dreaded came from behind her.
“Back in a sec you pansies, I'll grab more pie.” Soarin said chuckling, as he trotted into the restaurant half, only to spot a very familiar fiery mane.
“Yo' mon Cap-e-tan. Is that you?” he yelled across the room.
Double ponyfeathers
Author's Note
So only five days later than promised. That's... okay yeah that's terrible. I know I promised the whole update something every fortnight but It's a little harder than I imagined.
Anyway been sitting on this chapter for a while but I kinda wanted this tale to only be in three parts. But I think it flows better in four so here we are.
Also lets see who finds the most references.
And again your move Fox-sama. I'm waiting
