“The ceiling is so high!” I intelligently exclaim before my brain can stop the word vomit.
“Well duh, I need some flying space in my home too. I’d go crazy if I lived in some cooped up cabin for too long.” Rainbow retorted.
Her weakness is tightly enclosed spaces. That actually makes a lot of sense in so many ways. I look around the rest of the room, casually checking to see if the brain on my flank hadn’t deflated when Rainbow was looking the opposite way.
The rest of the room seemed like I’d expect a normal living room would, a couch, a couple of end tables, and an armchair directly across from the couch. I also began to wonder where I got this preconception of what a living room should look like, since I don’t ever remember being in one.
On the opposite side of the front door along the wall there was a trophy case, inside were a bunch of trophies, probably for races or taekwondo or something. The wall beside the case was covered in posters for an aerial acrobatics/stunt flying team. When I said covered I don’t think I emphasised how literal I was being, the bottom half of the entire wall was filled with these things.
“That is a lot of posters.” I muttered in awe.
“Yep, every single one of them is different too,” Rainbow said from right beside me, I was a bit startled at her proximity. She continued, “The Wonderbolts come out with one or two posters every year, I have even gotten my hooves on a few that were made fifty years ago.”
“How’d you do that?” I wondered aloud.
Rainbow was happy to respond, “Well I met this old stallion that was doing some house cleaning and actually got a lot of the older ones dirt cheap. Although there are a few that are so rare that I have no idea where to get them. I probably wouldn’t be able to afford them anyway.” Rainbow sighed deeply.
“Oh… uh, why do you collect them anyway?” I asked her, probing for any information I could exploit. She gave me a confused look, in response I stammered out, “w-well you don’t look like the type who would obsessively collect and hoard things. So, like why Wonderbolts posters?”
She looked a bit embarrassed at the question, “Well remember how I said I wanted to join the Wonderbolts?”
“Um, yeah?”
She looks around shiftily, which I find rather odd as I’m sure nopony else is in the room.
“Can you keep a secret?” she whispers into my ear.
Yes! Finally I will learn something I could use to destroy this mare, I was getting sick of her shrill voice cracks. “Sure” I reply, a grin forming on my face.
“All right, now don’t tell anypony but…” She paused for a moment, seeming to steel herself before continuing. “The reason why I want to join the Wonderbolts isn’t just because they are the best flyers.”
“Well why else do you want to join?” I leaned in closer in anticipation.
Rainbow rubbed the back of her neck with her hoof. “I- well I kinda have this crush on the captain of the team.”
“Oh, I see, what’s his name?” I asked eager to know all I could.
Rainbow smirked a bit, “You really don’t get out much do you?” I stared at her in confusion.
Rainbow blushed a bit as she said, “Her name is Spitfire…”
I stared at her blankly, “Oh…” I muttered. I felt like such a knob for guessing the wrong gender. Then the gravity of what she had just admitted to me hit, “Oooooh…wow.” I kinda felt bad for wanting to ruin her after she confided such a personal thing. I could at least appreciate the amount of guts it took. Chrysalis damn it! I’m developing a conscience. We were silent for a good minute.
Rainbow, getting progressively more uncomfortable as time passed broke the silence, “Um… It’s not that I don’t like stallions… I just kinda prefer mares ya know?”
I looked at her even more confused.
Rainbow got even more nervous and started spouting even more “… I mean, I really look up to the Wonderbolts and stuff so it’s not really a surprise, and it’s not that I like her just because of her rank or anything, I just find her really pretty… I mean I’d like to get to know her better, I’m not shallow or anything, and I mean it’s not like she’s the only pony I have a crush …” After which she clued in to how much she was spewing and thrust a hoof in her own mouth.
I stood there stunned, “What was the last thing you just said?” I questioned her.
She took her hoof out of her mouth, “ Nothing!” She yelled, before putting her hoof back in her mouth and backing up.
I advance on her further, “I could have sworn you had just said something.” She ran out of room when she bumped into the bottom of the window.
“It’s nothing!” She snapped at me, she then turned around and jumped out the window. I rushed forward and looked down to see that she was now flying off in the direction of the Everfree forest, probably to go see Fluttershy.
I stood there watching her fly off for a while, even in a panic she made flying look graceful. Which is surprising because everything else about her definitely is not.
Then it occurred to me, I was in her house all alone. I might not have been able to get all the juicy information from her lips, but I could get something from searching around her house.
I looked around the living room a bit more, but I couldn’t find anything even remotely important, so I moved further into the house down the hallway. There were only three rooms in the whole rest of the house, the kitchen, which looked like it hadn’t been used in weeks, was the first I visited. I searched through pantries and all the cupboards, but I couldn’t find anything but moldy bread and chocolate chips.
After that I headed to the bathroom, I looked all over the place but the only thing out of the ordinary was a rubber duck inside a compartment in the mirror. Why would she want to hide this? I left it alone as I doubted that I could use a rubber duck as leverage for blackmail.
Lastly at the end of the hall I searched her bedroom. Immediately I noticed how barren it was, I mean, besides a bed (with a Wonderbolts themed blanket) and a small dresser, I couldn't see anything else in the room. I half expected it to be filled with Wonderbolts figurines and have a Wonderbolt rug as well.
I started with the dresser as I figured if anything incriminating was going to be in this room, it would be in the place with drawers. However, after searching through every drawer (trying my best to be careful and not leave a mess) I found only clothes.
I trotted up to the last piece of furniture in the room, I might as well do a sweep of the bed. I looked under the sheets and finally under the bed. Under the bed I found a large unmarked box. At last I was getting somewhere, I opened the box as quickly as I could. What I found would certainly be embarrassing, but nothing that any single, young mare wouldn’t have if she needed some ‘private time’. One was unsurprisingly Wonderbolt themed… and orange.
I slipped the box back under the bed and trudged back across the house to the front door.
Now what am I gonna do? All I've got to go on is tight spaces and a Wonderbolt fetish. She also admitted to her sexual orientation surprising enough, and I also know she likes at least two mares. Not much to go on.
I guess I can find out who she likes and then completely sabotage her chances with them. I have no idea about the Wonderbolts thing yet, but I’m sure something will come up.
It’s starting to get dark though, I’d better head back to the Library.
I take off from the porch of the cloud home and start gliding down towards the large tree. I see the gray coloured pegasus that stole my muffin off of my trap on shoving some pieces of paper into a slot in the Library’s door. I glared at the back of her head so hard, that if I had heat vision it would boil water.
I quickly changed my expression to a smile as she turned around, she waved to me and thanked me for the muffin before zooming off, pieces of paper falling out of her saddle as she flew.
I didn't bother dwelling on this however as I had a long day, and was just about ready to hit the hay. I opened the door to the library to find books flying all over the room, controlled by a purple aura.
I saw twilight scribbling something on a piece of paper intently as she read from various texts, only to discard those moments later into a pile beside her. I was kind of curious as to what she was doing… but I was too tired to do any more investigating today. So I crept up the stairs in silence.