In the Field of Striped Fire

Out of the Blue

10:12 AM

December 10th 2012

A Spitfire x Zecora Shipping

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“So... This is the famous bottle that boosts your endurance for ?” Spitfire said, fumbling around with a glass elixir that had a bold logo streaking across the bottle diagonally in a blazing streak of fire, “Flim's Power Up! Only the finest for the best of athletes! Don't leave home without it!” Spitfire looked up to eye the salespony, a rather jolly fellow who wore a smile that told you his product wouldn't disappoint.

The grounding of Spitfire's left hoof however would tell a careful observer that the product did anything but as advertised. On the surface, Spitfire's demeanor was calm, swan like even, a soft but cocky smile gracing anypony who saw it that she was ready for whatever the world had to throw at her.

If you had known of why Spitfire was here beforehoof however, you would find yourself starring in worriment at what is known as Spitfire's tranquil fury, her thoughts nothing but scorching insults directed at the jackass in front of the streaking yellow mare. Somepony was about to have a really bad day. The salespony known as Flim had no idea of the thorough thrashing that the customer in front of him was about to hoof to his flank. Why is this the case, you may ask? Well, we're about to find out in a few moments.

“Why yes indeed my good mare! You look like a sport whose in a real need of something to give the “oommph!' for your day, correct? Well worry not, for if you become a member of Double FF, you will receive a discounted price and an extra bottle free of charge!”