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// Prologue 
// Story: Rush 
// by MaverickVox 
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        “Yeah!”

        “All right!”

        “Great show, kid!”

        Everypony turned their attention to a young stallion, pale blue in color, laughing it up in the VIP room of Cloud 9.  It was the afterparty for the Wonderbolts’ first show of the season, where the rookies got to show their stuff, and one rookie was head-and-shoulders above the rest.  His name was Soarin’, and it was clear that he had a limitless future.

        “Well, slick,” a yellow mare began as she wrapped a hoof around Soarin’, “was it everything you dreamed of?”

        “Everything and more!” he exclaimed.  “Thanks for everything, Spitfire.”

        “Ah, don’t mention it,” she said.  “It wasn’t that long ago I was a rookie.”

        “Could’ve fooled me,” he replied, earning a jab in the side.  “Hey!”

        Spitfire giggled.  “But hey, a bit of real advice,” she started.  “You’re gonna suddenly notice that you’re a lot more popular with the ladies.”

        “Uh-huh,” he said lazily.  It was at this point that he had locked eyes with another mare across the room.  She was tall, with a yellow-green coat that shined under a spotlight, and deep magenta eyes that accented her long violet mane.  A quick batting of the eyelashes was all it took to signal “Follow me,” and a quick turn away was all it took to seal the deal.

        “What I’m trying to say is, don’t go doing anything stupid.  Got that, Soarin’?”

        “Yeah, sure, whatever you say, sir.”

        Spitfire eyed the rookie, but he was already trotting after the beauty.  Spitfire sighed.  “Too late.”