> Top Speed
>  by BloodBunny67
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> The Fillydelphia Derby
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The tumultuous noise from the cheering fans was so great that Red Line had to strain to hear as the announcers began broadcasting over the loudspeaker. 

“WEEEELCOME FILLIES AND COLTS TO THE FILLYDELPHIA DERBY! This is an exciting day, isn’t it, Laurette?” 

“That’s right Madden, to think that only two hundred laps are separating these fine young athletes from becoming the Fillydelphia Derby Champion. Along with the honour of becoming a local hero, the winners will qualify for a shot at the big time: the Royal Canterlot Derby!”

“LET’S HEAR IT FOR THOSE RACERS!!! Who do we have with us today, Laurette?”

“We have some of the very best rising stars on the track today Madden, but most of the buzz is centered on the stallion who has taken the Fillydelphia racing circuit by storm, Red Line!”

“WELL THAT’S NO SURPRISE LAURETTE! Red Line has dominated the Fillydelphia racing scene for the last four years. I believe he has won every major event since he burst on the scene!  Reminds me of myself at that age, those were the times—  ”

“Yes, well you’re absolutely right there Madden, but this is the first time he has had the chance to qualify for the prestigious Canterlot Derby. That kind of pressure can affect even the most talented racers.” 

“YOU’RE RIGHT ABOUT THAT! WHY, I REMEMBER THIS TIME—”

“Sorry to interrupt, but it looks like the racers are taking their places”

“LISTEN TO THAT CROWD! Sounds like some ponies are READY FOR A RACE!”

The announcers’ amplified voices had whipped the ponies in the arena seats into cheering frenzy. It took several minutes for the crowd's roar to die down to a steady buzz of excitement, but little by little, the deafening noise of the stadium was replaced by an anticipatory hush. The tension was thick in the air as Red Line took his place at the starting line. Looking to his left along the row of racers, Red Line spotted the familiar faces of Wild Fire and Spectrum. Lips pulled back in a friendly smirk, he nodded to his friends; Good luck, guys. I’ll save you a place on the winners’ block.  

Looking to his right, he noticed a familiar pegasus taking her place beside him. And just my luck, he thought, rolling his eyes. Every competitor in the circuit is here today and I get stuck next to Sandstorm. Of all the racers in attendance, Sandstorm was his biggest competition in the roster.  She and Red had entered the derby scene around the same time and both had quickly set themselves apart from the pack. Some rivalry between pegasi of their skill was to be expected, but it had always seemed like Sandstorm had a special chip on her shoulder for the stallion. I suppose I can’t really blame her. It must be tough knowing you're always gonna be second best.  

“Hope you’re hungry, Red Line, because you’re gonna be eating my dust all the way to the finish!” said the familiar voice of Sandstorm as she noticed him looking.

“Listen Stormie, as much you would love for me to spend the race behind you admiring your flank, I have a qualifier to win here,” Red Line replied with a smirk. Just in earshot, Wild Fire huffed at Red’s retort and locked her gaze forward, a study in furious concentration. Still facing forward, Red Line grinned smugly as he heard the outraged mare’s comeback sputter and die on her lips. Ha, I may have hit a nerve there.  Looks like somepony is gonna be off her game today.

“Bronze would look better with your complexion anyway, Stormie. Me, I’m thinking gold brings out the colour of my eyes,” said Red with a wink; cutting off whatever reply Sandstorm was working on. Feeling her stare, he looked back over at his rival. Wow, she’s really mad, he mused to himself, guess we're not in the mood for banter today. 

“You know, you’re not the only pony who has worked their flank off to get here today. This is the biggest race of our lives. Some of us take that seriously.” Sandstorm swished her dusty-pink tail in annoyance as she spoke. 

“That’s where you and I are different babe. This may be the biggest race of your career, but me? This is the foals' league as far as I’m concerned. When I get to the Canterlot Derby, I’ll be watching you and the others cross the finish while relaxing in my seat with the gold around my neck. Assuming you even qualify that is...” Red Line trailed off, throwing his opponent a sidelong look.

Grim-faced, the tan mare turned toward the track and tensed up. “One day, you'll find out that you're not Celestia's gift to racing. And I’m gonna make sure I'm there to see your face when it happens!" Sandstorm said, spitting the words through tightly clenched teeth. 

"You’re going to be waiting a long time for that, Stormie!" Red Line called back, smirking.  "I'm in my prime, and I'm not slowing down anytime soon.  Still, it's nice to know you want to spend more quality time with ol’ Red." He had her really worked up now.  Sandstorm was an incredible racer, but he'd competed with her enough times to know her inside and out.  Little things got to her, throwing her off focus. Especially today, Red considered. She must really be nervous about this one. He didn’t really need to get in her head like that. They both know that he had the edge in wing power, but for some reason he found it satisfying to rib her like this.  

A small nagging voice told him that riling her up when she was already stressed out was going too far.  “That’s just the way this game is played,” Red muttered to himself, silencing his doubts.

The warning signal trumpeted over the static noise of the stadium, interrupting any further conversation. Expectant silence replaced the clamour that was once again taking hold of the ponies in the staggered arena seating. All eyes in attendance moved toward the athletes lined up on the cloud-built track floating above the center of the grounds.

Waiting for the official to raise the starting horn, Red Line looked back down the row of pegasi, thoughts drifting to his other competition. His only other real threat in this line up was Wild Fire. His friend was a bit slower than he and Sandstorm, but had better handling than anypony he had ever met. Even Me, he thought begrudgingly. More than once she had placed in a race because a faster pony found themselves blocked any time they tried to pass the cream coloured mare. Racers' intuition could make up for a lot, and she had it in spades. Doesn’t matter, thought Red Line. She can’t block me in if she can’t get ahead of me in the first place. These thoughts fresh in his mind, Red lost himself in the arrogance that came so easily. This wasn’t a race to him; it was just a formality leading to his true destiny.

The official took the starting horn in hoof and raised it up to his lips. This is it, Red Line's eyes turned forward and locked onto the cloud track. The world fell away as he focused on the task ahead. The drone of the outside world barely reaching him, Red felt confidence welling within. Speed was his special talent and he was in his element. He had no doubt that he was the fastest flier not only in Fillydelphia, but all of Equestria.

Red ran through his mental checklist. Stretch out; he fully extended his well developed wing muscles one after the other. Loosen up; he twisted his powerful neck from side to side until an audible snap was heard. Get your footing; he dug his hooves one at a time firmly into the spongy cloud of the starting line.  Ritual complete, the light-grey stallion wore a fierce smile. Red Line’s wings started to flap, picking up speed and lifting his rear legs up off the ground. He was a coiled spring; a cannon ball just waiting for the fuse to burn down. Dimly aware or the other racers assuming a similar position, his cherry-red eyes narrowed behind his brass flight goggles. 

Before the starting note had finished leaving the horn, Red Line unloaded all of his pent up power. Hind legs kicking down and adding a massive jump start to his flight; his buzzing wings opened up and began slicing through the air. A faint red corona followed in his wake as he powered through the first turn of the track. Ears folded back and crimson mane whipping in his wake, Red Line risked a look behind. Noticing he already had a significant lead; Red Line wore a lopsided grin. This is gonna be easier than I thought, but I guess not everypony can be the best can they?






> New Record
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“—and here we are with today’s champion, RED LINE! Son, we recorded you at an astonishing sixteen wing power! This breaks the old record of fifteen set by Fleet Foot during the Wonderbolt Derby more than two years ago!”

Spectrum shook his head in amusement as he watched his friend get assaulted by a swarm of photographers, reporters and an extremely enthusiastic announcer. The stallion smiled as he silently congratulated his friend; Well done Red, enjoy your time with the parasprites. He was moving away from the crowded area surrounding the winners' block when he spotted a cream coloured mare escaping from her own, albeit smaller interview session. Working his way through the teeming sea of news ponies to reach her side, Spectrum took note of the pride worn on his friend's face as she swept her sweat-matted chestnut mane from her face. 

Meeting her eyes as he approached, Spectrum adopted a stately bearing which contrasted comically with his grime covered coat and dripping mane. “Well I must say, that is one garish piece of jewellery for a pony of your demure character,” Spectrum said, tapping the large bronze medallion hanging from Wild Fire’s neck. “I would never be caught dead wearing something like that out in public myself,” his warm smile betrayed his mocking tones. 

Wild Fire playfully cuffed her friend on the shoulder and moved to walk alongside him as they made their way toward the arena exit. “You would say that, Spectrum. When was the last time you got to stand on the podium? Maybe if you made it to a training session or two you could start collecting your own medals,” she teased him.

The stallion raised his eyebrow sardonically as he responded, “Oh I would never be so bold as to think I could achieve the same level of success as you or our friend back there.”

“—honestly Madden, I wasn’t planning on setting any records until I take the prize at the Canterlot Derby. But after all these nice ponies sold out this arena to see their number one racer moving on up to the big leagues, how could I not give them one last parting gift?”

“YOU HEARD IT HERE FOLKS! The new Equestrian wing speed record was set right here in FILLYDELPHIA!”


Spectrum flipped his messy grey mane back toward the crowded podium as if to punctuate his point. Wild Fire looked back to see Red Line standing tall and proud above the masses, basking in the attention. 

“Besides, I enjoy the nobility of competition itself infinitely more than I care for actually winning. Who needs the attentions of the fawning media and hero-starved public? Such a cumbersome life-style doesn’t suit my tastes,” Spectrum said, lifting his nose in the air haughtily.

The noise of the enraptured spectators died away as they passed through the arena doors into the large stonework lobby of the stadium. The hall was mercifully peaceful compared to the racing grounds. All of the concession booths sat empty of clerks and customers. The place was practically deserted, complete with tiny tumbleweeds of litter scattered on the sticky floor. Patrons and employees alike had rushed out to catch a glimpse of the record breaking pegasus.    

Wild Fire eyed her friend curiously as they made their way to the changing rooms. Spectrum had always been rather odd. He had already been in the circuit for a year or two when she was added to the roster. When she had arrived for her first race, he had practically knocked Red over in a rush to introduce himself. He wasted no time taking up Wild Fire’s hoof and asking her out to a romantic dinner. Wild Fire smiled as she remembered how she had convinced him to give up his attempts at courtship. He was bruised so badly he almost had to drop out of the event. Red had laughed his flank off at the exchange and immediately invited her to join their training sessions.  

Two years later, their easy friendship had turned into an almost familial bond. In all that time, she had yet to see Spectrum receive a derby medal. What really seemed strange to her was that she had never once seen him disappointed in his performance. He regularly skipped training sessions, usually in favour of a party or to chase some unrequited love interest. Sometimes he’s just too busy spending time with his favourite bar stool, Wild Fire shook her head fondly. Every derby was the same. Spectrum would show up to the event with just enough time to reach the starting block. After the race he would leave quietly, smiling with satisfaction regardless of his performance. His athletic routine notwithstanding, there were other things about the stallion which she found unconventional. He was obviously a product of Canterlot high society, judging by his speech and mannerisms, but he was notoriously tight-lipped about his time before joining the circuit. The fact that the refined lavender stallion seemed to relish in his time spent with his uncouth friends and in seedy pubs served only to deepen his mystery. Even Red Line didn’t know anything about his past, although Wild Fire doubted he had ever asked. Red wasn’t the sort to pry. 

Curiosity overruling experience, Wild Fire decided to test the subject for the millionth time, “I don’t get you Spectrum. You’re the only pony I know on the circuit that doesn’t even care about winning.”

“It’s no matter really. With ponies like Red, Sandstorm and the indomitable Wild Fire herself in the roster, the likelihood of my receiving any titles is meagre at best. I'm content enough knowing that I contribute to the enjoyment of the fans in however small a way.” An amused grin spread on the lavender stallion’s face. “More to the point my dear, last I checked placing fourth carries the same monetary compensation as placing fourteenth, so I find little reason to spend any more time than necessary on the training grounds.”

Roughly clipping Spectrum’s shoulder with her hoof again, Wild Fire’s eyes narrowed teasingly. “I’ll remember that next time you hit me or Red up for bits at the pub.” 

The stallion dramatically yowled at the strike, “Youch! What a base accusation! However, now that the subject has been broached...” Spectrum trailed off, throwing a pleading look toward the mare at his side.

Wild Fire rolled her eyes, “Yeah yeah, drinks on me tonight. Jeez, if only the Canterlot elite could see you now.”

“Humph, indeed. I’m afraid I never quite fit in with my family’s social circle. For one, there’s hardly the same level of excitement at something like a debutant ball as there is participating in death defying high speed competition with fine athletes such as yourself. Besides, truth be told, I have found the company of Red Line and yourself infinitely preferable compared to those of the more elitist echelons of society.” Spectrum made a show of rubbing his shoulder and wincing, “I usually consider leaving to be one of my best decisions.” Spectrum began miming a limp and pointedly glanced over at his companion. A short silence was ended as the two friends broke into an easy laughter.

Their laughter was interrupted when heavy stadium doors behind them banged open. Sounds of the fanfare echoed in the deserted lobby, drowning out conversation.

“— love to stick around and chat with you, Madden, but I have an after-party to get to.”

“Anytime son, let’s hear it one more time for the Derby Champion, RED LINE! ...There’s an after party?”

When the ponies could hear themselves think once again, Wild Fire looked over to her friend. “Well I guess any hope of your modesty rubbing off on Red just went out the window. Now that he smashed Fleet Foot’s wing speed record there is going to be no living with that pony,” she said with a sigh.

Spectrum smiled in agreement and opened his mouth to comment, but the familiar voice of the pegasus that had just entered the room beat him to the punch.

“Hah. You say that as if anyone could stand that pony before,” Sandstorm said as she approached the pair. She stood proudly, chest thrust out to display a gleaming silver medal. “Honestly, I don’t know how you two put up with that show-boat.”

Eyes lighting up, Spectrum immediately took a step forward, moving to take Sandstorm’s hoof in his own and throwing up his most charming smile. “Greetings Miss Sandstorm! As always, it is my deepest pleasure,” he said, planting a kiss on the mare’s hoof and raising an eyebrow in her direction.

“...Traitorous snob” Wild Fire muttered under her breath as an unimpressed Sandstorm attempted to free her hoof from her admirer's grasp. 

Having, through some effort, recovered her hoof from the grinning lavender stallion, Sandstorm turned to face the other mare. “Come on Wild Fire. You can’t tell me Red Line isn’t starting to get under your skin with his attitude. Just listen to the way he’s going on out there,” she jerked her head towards the arena doors where the faint sounds of fanfare were still seeping though. Gritting her teeth, she continued, “well he’s not all that. I know I’ve gotten close to beating him before. Dung, you almost beat him a few times yourself. But if you listen to the way he’s been talking it’s like he was flying alone out there. It gives the rest of us a bad name.”

Hmm that’s new. Usually it’s just a few quick insults and she takes off.  That almost sounded like a compliment, Wild Fire thought in surprise. She lost her angry glare and cast an appraising eye on the tan mare. Despite her prideful stance, her expression was uncharacteristically troubled. Something must really be getting to her today. Alright, let’s see where this goes.

“Look Sandstorm, I know Red’s personality can be ... a lot to handle, but he’s honestly a decent pony if you get to know him. And despite my friendship with Prince Charming over here, I’m usually a pretty good judge of character,” she spoke cautiously. 

“I have to agree with Wild Fire my dear,” Spectrum piped up. He responded to Wild Fire’s insult by flicking his tail up directly into her face as he stepped closer to Sandstorm. He sniggered as it found its mark, feeling Wild Fire angrily attempting to bat the tail away as he continued to pester her with it. “Red Line is a friend of the highest calibre once you get past his boisterous exterior. Why, he was instrumental to my entering the circuit when I arrived here from Canter—” 

Spectrum’s sentence ended with an uncharacteristic yelp as Wild Fire clamped onto his flicking tail with her teeth and yanked him backwards, sending him sprawling to the tile floor. 

“What my friend is trying to say,” Wild Fire sneered down at the lavender stallion, “is that while Red may think he’s the greatest thing since Celestia created the sun, he’s always willing to help other ponies train and improve their skills. That’s how we all became friends.” 

The only change in Sandstorm's expression was an eyebrow arched in disbelief. “Yeah, I’m sure he’s just rushing through that interview so he can get back here and help you guys break his brand new record,” she shot back sarcastically.

So that’s what this is about; Wild Fire managed to hold back a biting remark as she responded. “Listen Sandstorm, after today it does look like Red is the fastest pony around, whether we like it or not. You can’t let it get to you. All the rest of us can do is keep working to be the best we possibly can.”

A withering look from Sandstorm was her only response. Sighing, Wild Fire tried a different tact. “Hey, why don’t you come to our next training session? The best way to train is to train with the best, right? We could learn a lot from each other, and I’m sure that if you just spend some time with us, Red would soften up. It’s not like we don’t have any common ground here,” Wild Fire motioned toward the shining silver medal.

“A splendid idea,” Spectrum called up from the floor. “And afterwards we could have a celebratory dinner in honour of you three qualifying in today’s race!  Sandstorm and I will understand completely if you and Red are unable to attend, Wild Fire...”

The mares ignored the prone stallion as they regarded each other. Wild Fire did have a point. Her expression softening over a short silence, Sandstorm spoke hesitantly, “...well... I don’t know. Maybe we—” 

The Stadium doors slammed open again, halting all conversation as the three ponies whipped their heads around to see Red Line saunter into the lobby. Surprise touched his otherwise cocky grin as he saw Sandstorm conversing with his friends. “Well well, if it isn’t my fan club! Hey Stormie, you looken to join up?” Red Line quipped playfully, throwing his boyish smirk her way.

The tiny smile that had been forming on Sandstorm’s face melted away, replaced by a vicious snarl. “You know what? I don’t bucking need this!” Sandstorm snapped as she whipped around and stormed out of the lobby.

“Sandstorm, wait! He’s just ... joking,” Wild Fire tried to call after the insulted mare, but the exit doors slammed shut on her words.

“Woah, who dropped a dung in her cornflakes this morning?” Red Line asked, face a mask of innocence.

Holding her hoof up to her face, Wild Fire shook her head in frustration and anger. “You know Red; you really are a foal sometimes! Last time I try and help you,” she shouted as she turned and stalked toward the mare’s changing room.

Confused, Red Line looked down at the stallion lounging on the trash-strewn floor of the lobby.

“I must say your way with mares never ceases to amaze, my friend.” Spectrum called up, smiling as he folded his hooves behind his head, making himself more comfortable. 
> The Lazy Wing
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For every different type of sporting event that took place in the city’s arena, there was a corresponding tavern where its athletes tended to gather. As the derby racers escaped the swarm of interviewers, sponsors, and fans, they inexorably made their way to the Lazy Wing pub for a cool drink and a little good natured boasting.

True to its name, the establishment did its best to cater to pegasi ponies from circuit. Its owner was a retired Wonderbolt by the name of Mach Speed. Mach may not perform anymore due to his crippled wing, but he never left the life behind. He ran his pub as if it were a shrine to the sports of racing and trick flying, even wearing his old Wonderbolt officer uniform while working the bar. He even named it after his career ending injury in a fit of dark humor. Derby racers could always expect kind words and special treatment from the former speedster when they stopped by.

Red Line and Spectrum glided lazily through the darkening purple sky toward the pub. Red sighed as he enjoyed the feeling of the cool evening air streaming between his outstretched feathers, soothing his aching muscles. From the corner of his eye he could see Spectrum was also holding his wings wide to the gentle wind, allowing himself to relax. They took their time, flying high above the noise of the streets below, delighting in the coming night.

It was funny how quickly things had changed in the last few months, Red reflected. For as long as he could remember, the night was not something most had taken pleasure in. It had been a cold, jarring experience, when the day’s light was pulled from the world and almost instantly replaced with a cold and sheer blackness. The only ponies who had taken pleasure in the dark were academics, silently studying the stars. That had all changed when Nightmare Moon had returned to Equestria, only to be freed by a group of mysterious heroes. Who would have guessed that Nightmare Moon, the lurking parental threat to fillies and colts everywhere who didn’t eat their broccoli, not only existed but was actually the long lost Princess Luna. Official statements were pretty tight-lipped about the details, but after a week it was obvious that something fundamental had changed when the sun fell. Where before a sudden and stark darkness would flood the land, now the clear light of the sun would slip through the most dazzling pastel shades of yellow, red, mauve, and purple before settling into a beautiful inky dark. Frigid and jarring winds had been replaced with a soothing cool breeze, and the twinkling starlight illuminated the misty swirls of fog rolling along the ground. The night had changed in more than appearance as well. Dreams were no longer confusing half-remembered metaphors to be hazily recalled the day after. Dreams were now of strange and vivid landscapes, or long forgotten memories which could be experienced and enjoyed while one slept. Of course there was the odd hyper-realistic nightmare, but even in the worst ones, a full and bright moon would look down on you in support. Many were still mistrustful of the reformed princess, but as a natural night owl, Red whole-heartedly approved of the changes.

Returning his attention to his flight, Red took a look around and realized they were flying almost directly above the pub. He called to his friend over the wind, “lets head in. Who knows, maybe Wild Fire has cooled down by now and beat us here.” Spectrum adopted a comical look of disbelief, but nodded as they both spiralled downward.

The building itself was a low floating cloud structure, hovering a few meters off the ground. The main entrance was a large landing strip extending from the street-side wall, complete with magically enhanced reflective markings used to guide patrons arriving after sunset. Despite its main focus on pegasi, the Lazy Wing did accommodate for the other pony tribes as well. A stairway of cloudstuff covered in enchanted floorboards stretched down and connected with the street, rooting the building in place and allowing access for unicorns and earth ponies.

Landing softly on the cloud surface of the runway, the friends made their way to the familiar doorway and entered into a spacious interior. The enchanted floorboards continued inside, covering the main floor and allowing for the placement of conventional furnishings. Thick wooden booths lined all four walls, above which hung Wonderbolt and derby-related images and paraphernalia. The center of the space was dominated by the heavy apple-wood oval of the bar itself. Mach, along with the usual bartender, stood in the oval’s center, serving drinks in every direction. 

Seeing the pair enter, a warm smile lit up Mach Speed’s features as he waved them over. The friends returned the smile as they made their way through the room, eager for a taste of the bar’s renowned hard cider after a long day. Navigating through the pony-filled floor was proving difficult as the place seemed much more crowded than usual. Eventually the stallions were able to push their way through to the bar.

“Boys! Glad to see you! What can I get ya?” Mach said; walking away from the unicorn he was in the middle of serving to greet the pair.

Red chuckled as he saw the bartender rush over to the miffed unicorn and continue taking his order, apologizing for his eccentric employer. Mach definitely had his favourites. The older pony had never had children, but he had doted on Red and his friends as if they were his own for as long as he could remember. “You should know by now, you old horse, or is your mind finally starting to go?” Red said, smirking at the older Pegasus. 

Deep laughter rumbled from Mach as he reached under the bar, “one Sweet-Apple-Acre Cider for Red, and one Everfree Grog for you Spectrum. You know you are the only one who actually drinks that swill?”

The lavender stallion took a deep draught from the mug before responding, “it’s no fault of mine that the rest of you share a more delicate constitution than myself” 

Mach snorted at the comment. “Sure boy, delicacy is our problem,” He said as he reached over with his good wing and mussed Spectrum’s perfectly coiffed mane with a grin. 

Shuffling backward Spectrum flipped his mane into place and leaned toward Red Line. “Honestly, service has always been a problem at this establishment,” He mocked an indignant whisper.

“I dunno Spec; I think I’m with Mach on this one,” Red paused with a grimace as he looked down at Spectrum’s mug into the black, bubbling liquid. “That stuff looks like it could knock the heads off a hydra.”

His friend replied with a scoff; “humph, a bracing drink now and again is a crucial element for living a long and fulfilling life, my friends. It helps build one’s fortitude for times of crisis. Need I remind you both of the great cider shortage just last year?” 

“There was no cider shortage,” Mach leaned over the bar and pointed an accusatory hoof, “you went on a weeklong binge and drank us out! Do you know how hard it is to replace a cask of cider in the third month of winter?”

“I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re referring to sir,” The stallion dismissed, a small smirk creeping onto his upturned face.

“You had better know what he’s talking about,” Red Line jumped in, “I must have paid for half that barrel, and I’m pretty sure I haven’t seen any of that repaid like you promised.”

“You wound me my friend! I have not forgotten my guarantee of repayment. As you recall, I vowed recompense upon my receiving my very next gold medal on the track. It’s hardly my fault that the prowess of my friend and creditor has made my promise difficult to fulfill, even now.”  Spectrum placed his hoof to his chest solemnly as he spoke.

Red eyed his friend for a moment before shaking his head. “I’m buying your drinks tonight aren’t I?”  

Spectrum smiled, “Well, at least until Wild Fire gets here. Speaking of which...” He slid his emptied mug across the bar toward his friend.

“Ugh, another cup of swamp water for our posh friend here, Mach.”  The older pegasus was already pulling the bottle from underneath the bar as he spoke, anticipating the request. He may not be the best bartender, but he knew his lads and he made sure they were well taken care of.

Winking to each other, Mach and Red waited till Spectrum raised the mug to his lips before retching loudly in only half-feigned disgust, surprising their friend as he took another deep pull from his newly filled mug.

The stallion cried outrage as a precious few drops escaped him and fell to the floor. “See here! What a waste of a perfectly good beverage! You know, you two should pour yourselves a glass of grog. I’ve always said that it builds character, which is something this establishment seems to be sorely lacking.” 

Red and Mach burst out in laughter, to which Spectrum quickly joined. Wiping a tear of mirth from his eye, Red reached back to his saddle bag for his coin bag. “Don’t even think about it son,” Mach waived him off. “After what you did today, consider the first few rounds free.”

Red’s cocky grin once again plastered itself on his face. “Heard about that, did you?” He brushed his hoof off on his coat as he spoke. “I guess there aren’t many ponies that haven’t by now.”

If Mach was off-put at all by the predictable smug bravado of the young pegasus, it was completely overshadowed by the pride he felt for his friend. “Sixteen wing power! I couldn’t believe it when they told me. I thought Fleet Foot’s record was going to stand forever. Back in my day, wings didn’t flap so fast.” Mach interrupted his gushing to gesture above his head, “I updated the board as soon as I heard.” 

Mounted above the bar was the large board listing the names of every racer in the circuit along with their current standings. Mach usually updated the board after every event as ponies drifted in, either to brag or lament of their showing to him. 

Red looked up and was shocked to see the entire board wiped clean. He had never seen it without the barely decipherable statistics covering it. Now the only thing it showed was his name blazoned across the chalky surface, along with his wing power record and several exclamation marks.

“Wow Mach, you don’t go for subtle do you,” Red smiled at the beaming older pegasus. 

“Not for local heroes I don’t. And after the word gets out of Fillydelphia, I think we’re going to have to remove the word ‘local’ from that title.” Mach leaned over and wrapped his good wing around the shoulders of the crimson haired stallion as he continued speaking, putting on a fake conspiratorial tone , “I would be buying you drinks all night, but if you’re gonna be picking up his tab it would put me out of business.” 

Spectrum's response was to lower the mug of vile drink from his mouth and release a rather undignified belch. 

Mach chuckled, “Thanks for making my point. Oh and by the way, you don’t have to wait for Wild Fire. She showed up a while ago; she’s upstairs in the lounge. She’s drinking free tonight as well. Third place in the Canterlot qualifier, that’s my girl!” Mach raised an eyebrow at Spectrum, “and when are you planning to start applying yourself like your friends do?” 

Spectrum mumbled a distracted reply as his eye was drawn by an attractive earth pony mare that had entered the pub and was milling about the opposite side of the bar area. Catching her eye, he raised his cup in a silent salutation.

“I think you lost him there, old horse,” Red chuckled, grabbing his mug off the bar. “I’m headed up Mach, keep those ciders coming, will ya? Spec, you comin?”

Spectrum turned his head toward his friend, but his eyes never left the light blue mare he was staring at as he answered; “You go on ahead my friend, you know I prefer to keep company with the regular customers.”

Red smiled at the expected behaviour from his friend as he took flight and made his way to the racers lounge. The lounge was a free-floating second floor of cloudstuff which hovered above the center of the room. This tier lacked the enchanted floorboards of the lower level and was adorned strictly with the softer cloud furniture preferred by pegasi. This level was always reserved for derby racers, allowing them to have a quiet and comfortable place to relax after a race, as well as space to socialize with their peers. 

Landing on the spongy surface, Red Line’s searching eyes landed on Wild Fire sitting alone at their usual table. Well that’s a good sign at least, Red thought encouragingly as he approached. Red nodded and accepted congratulations from some of his fellow racers and ignored the jealous and angry stares of others as he weaved through the press of pegasi toward his friend. Watching as he approached, she was nursing her drink and impatiently searching the crowd. 

She hasn’t noticed me yet. Guess I’ll just have to say hi, Red’s thoughts took a mischievous turn as he skirted the edge of the crowd, coming up behind the cream coloured mare. Still having not noticed the stallion creeping around behind her, Wild Fire went to take another sip from her cider. 

Just as the cup touched her lips, Red leapt up from behind, grabbing her by the shoulders and yelling “Heeere’s Red!”

Wild Fire’s reaction was instantaneous. She sputtered and choked on her drink, dropping the mug and whipping her head backwards, crunching Red’s snout with the hard plate of her skull. 

“OUCH! What the buck Fi?” Red jumped backwards, wrapping a wing around his injured nose. “What was that for?” 

“What? You were the one who scared the dung out of me!” Wild Fire was still coughing as she waved her hoof at the wounded stallion. “You deserve what you got!”

Red flinched from the mare as she brandished her hoof at him. “Whoa, easy girl, I’m sorry. I just usually see it coming when you attack me,” Red smiled behind his guard despite the painful bruise forming on his nose. “That was a pretty good shot though, I’m impressed. Where did you learn that?”

Recovered from her near-drowning, Wild Fire laughed. “You should know, I get plenty of practice with you and Spec around,” she teased, taking another swing at her friend. They both laughed as he ducked under her attack and jumped forward onto the bench across from her, accidentally sweeping her cup from the table in the process.

“Oh dung,” she shot a wing out attempting to catch the mug as it fell from the cloudstuff table. She succeeded only in knocking it further away, landing near the edge of the cloud floor. Lucky for her, all of the mugs in the Lazy Wing had the cloud-walking enchantment placed on them for exactly this reason. Unlucky for her, this enchantment did not extend to the liquid which poured out of the upturned cup.

They both stuck their heads over the edge of the cloud floor in time to see a light-blue earth pony mare completely drenched in cider release an outraged howl as she stomped off to the fillies’ room. The lavender stallion she had been talking with looked around in confusion, mouth uncharacteristically agape. When his searching eyes found his two friends peeking over the cloud floor above him, he raised his hoof to the sky in despair. “Why...” Finishing his thought with a defeated sigh, Spectrum hung his head and walked back to the bar as his friends broke out in laughter.

Red Line and Wild Fire retreated to their table, laughter falling to a soft chuckle and then dying entirely. Silence reigned for a moment or two and Red noticed his friend had begun looking conflicted and unsure, fiddling with her hooves and avoiding eye contact. He was familiar with the behaviour; it could only mean one thing. A boyish grin grew on his face as he waited for the coming apology, knowing that his insufferable attitude would only make it more difficult for his friend to admit to whatever wrongdoing was bothering her. “Something you wanted to get off your chest Fi?” He asked innocently. “You’re going to have to speak up; I have this slight ringing in my ears for some reason.” He cradled his bruised snout after he spoke. 

“Shut-up you, unless you want another lump to match,” she threatened, but without any real fire in her words. After a moment, she looked at him and spoke, “Listen, I’m sorry for getting so mad at you after the race. You just broke an Equestrian record, and instead of congratulating you, the first thing I did was bite your head off. It was wrong of me.” She noticed the self-righteous smile forming on her friends face and continued, “Not that you didn’t deserve it. You know, you really should go easier on Sandstorm.”

“And why should I? She’s always on my case every time we see her. I know she doesn’t like coming in second, but it’s not my fault she isn’t good enough to beat me,” Red said, getting defensive from the judgmental look he was receiving. 

“Yeah, well it isn’t her fault either. You know where she is while the whole roster is here getting drunk on cider? I saw her heading to the training grounds while I was on my way over . Even we don’t train as much or as hard as she does, and that’s saying something. It’s difficult for someone that works as hard as she does to race in your shadow. And after the record you set today, well, she didn’t take it well,” Wild Fire attempted to reason with her head-strong friend.

“Well, that sounds rough, but I can’t change who I am Fi. I’m the best of the best, that’s just the way it is.  I don’t see why she can’t be happy with the way things are; it’s not like she doesn’t win a medal in almost every race. It doesn’t seem to bother you.” Red said, although his voice had lost its hard edge. 

Wild Fire smiled at her friend in spite of herself, “Yeah, my special talent isn’t actually racing, it’s putting up with you. Just do me the favour ok?”

“Ok ok you got it. Kid gloves with Stormie from now on,” Red offered with a sigh. “Besides, this record isn’t as big a deal as everyone is making it out to be.”

Wild Fire raised an eyebrow, “Don’t be stupid Red, modesty doesn’t suit you. You are officially the fastest flier in Equestria. It’s what you’ve always wanted. You beat a Wonderbolt out of top spot. That aint nothing.”

“Woah now, I didn’t say I’m not a big deal. I’m awesome.” Wild Fire rolled her eyes at his words, her faith in her knowledge of the world re-affirmed. Not noticing, Red continued, “what I meant was, beating Fleet Foot’s wing speed was no big deal. Speed records are beaten all the time. Fleet Foot only held it for the last couple of years, and the guy before that for even less.” 

“Ok, so...” the mare prompted him to get to his point.

“So, I don’t want to have the record by just one or two wing power. I’m going to show everyone that I’m the best flyer in the history of Equestria, not just the best right now. When we get to Canterlot, I’m going to set a speed record so high, not even the princesses are going to be able to touch it. That’s my talent. That’s my destiny,” Red looked past her as he spoke, his eyes unfocused and his smile touched by his unshakeable confidence and no small amount of arrogance. 

They were interrupted as a waiter stopped by their table and placed two fresh mugs in front of them. Leaning over the edge of the floor, Red threw a salute down to Mach, thanking him for the drinks. Wild Fire copied the gesture and they turned back toward each other.

Wild Fire raised her cup as she spoke, “you know Red, if anyone else said that I wouldn’t believe them. But I think you can do it. I’d tell you to make sure it doesn’t go to your head when you do, but I don’t think your ego could get any more inflated than it is normally anyway.”

Red raised his cup, chuckling at her half-jest. “I’ll drink to that,” he said as he clicked his cup against hers. They both brought their mugs to their lips and took a long tug.

Red and Wild Fire’s eyes widened at the same time as they both threw their cups and spat out their drinks, showering the patrons below with a rain of black liquid. Coughing and sputtering, they turned their watering eyes downward to see Mach and Spectrum doubled over laughing, an empty bottle of Everfree Grog sitting between them.
> Running Late
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Late!?” Red Line exclaimed, falling off the wooden booth that had served as his makeshift bed in his haste. He landed on the sticky floorboards of the Lazy Wing with a crash. What are we still doing at the Wing? Red's mind slowly cleared and he remembered Mach insisting that they couldn’t fly in their condition, offering to let them stay the night at the pub, which just so happens to be all the way across town from the train station. Dung. Wincing more from the pounding within his skull than from the fall, Red floundered amidst the waste-strewn floor as he tried assuming a sitting position. He was immediately punished for his ambition when rose up into a beam of daylight streaming in through the pub's dirty windows;  the throbbing ache in his head instantly transforming into a sharp, blinding pain. “What do you mean we're late!?”

“I mean Spec's brilliant idea to do shots last night was, in fact, a terrible idea! Now get your flank up, we have fifteen minutes before the train leaves!” Wild Fire yelled over her shoulder as she frantically rummaged through the mugs and shot glasses on the table. 

“Buck!” Red shouted as he jolted upright, bashing the back of his head on the underside of the table as he stood. “Buck!” He shouted again at the searing pain and exploding stars which filled his vision at the impact. “Where is Spec?”

“I don't know! I just woke up and now I can't find my—Yes!” She exclaimed as lifted her bronze medal from underneath the clutter. “It'll be a cold day in Tartarus when I get turned away at the Canterlot Derby gates cause I couldn't find my bucking medal!”

“Great, now where is Spec?” Red repeated as he dashed from booth to booth looking for the lavender stallion. His search revealing nothing, Red took flight and dashed up into the lounge area. Searching frantically, he began to hear the soft, nasally metronome of a pony snoring. Rushing toward the noise, Red finally located his missing friend sleeping soundly underneath one of the cloud tables.

Not wasting time on niceties, Red grabbed one of the half finished drinks sitting on the table and doused his friends head with the liquid. A soft moan was the sleeping stallion's only response. Red growled in frustration. “Fi, get up here, I found him. Give me a hand!” Wild Fire bolted up to join him and together they dragged the unconscious stallion out from under the table. 

When calling his name and shaking the sleeping pegasus yielded no results, Wild Fire attempted a more direct method. “Wake up ya lazy drunk!” She screamed as she hoof-slapped Spectrum hard across the face. The stallion ceased his snoring but remained limp and insensible.

Red scrunched his nose, taking a closer look at Spectrum's sleeping form. “Is it possible to knock somepony out while they're already unconscious? Because I think you just knocked him out.” Red chuckled, poking a hoof into his prone friend's side.

“Not helping Red!” 

“I'm just saying—” A venomous glare stilled Red Line's laughter. 

Scratching the back of his mane with a wing, Red stood up straight and let out a breath. “Well this obviously isn’t working.” He said, grabbing Wild Fire's hoof before she could give their friend another smack.

Wild Fire stood up as well, throwing her wings up in frustration. “Well then what do you think we should do then, Doctor Red Line?”

Red looked thoughtfully down at his friend for a moment before answering. “OK, Grab him.”









“There has got to be a better way to do this,” Wild Fire groaned, shifting slightly to adjust her grip on the load she carried between her hooves. 

“I think that we've established that there is no good way for two pegasi to carry an unconscious body through the air, Fi.” Red's eyes rolled with his sardonic reply, and the lapse in concentration caused him to dip dangerously before recovering.

Wild Fire started to speak, but was rewarded with a mouthful of hair from Spectrum's tail. Spitting furiously to rid herself of the errant strands, she tried again, “easy for you to say, your not stuck with the back end! Why don't we try side by side again?” 

“Because our wings were fouling each other so bad we could hardly take off, remember?” Red said with a frustrated sigh. “Just keep flapping, we need to get all the way across town and we only have ten minutes.” 

The two friends were moving at an admirable speed considering the awkward nature of their cargo. The pegasi stuck closer to the ground than usual during their flight, zipping through the streets of Fillydelphia just above the heads of the pedestrians. They had learned their lesson after fumbling their hold and dropping Spectrum during the first minute of their flight. Luckily, a low-hanging cloud had been underneath them at the time, saving their friend from serious injury, but they were not brave enough to try high altitude flight again.  This slowed them down as they had to dart around and in-between the city's buildings and other tall structures. 

Rounding another corner, Red noticed their path suddenly blocked by a dense flock of fellow pegasi hovering in a near frenzy above a crowded news stand.  Not a lot of time to slow down and no room to go around. This....may hurt, Red gritted his teeth as he tried to plot a course which would result in the fewest collisions possible. “Hold on Fi! This may get a little … impact-y!”

“What?!” Wild Fire's vision was entirely obstructed by the light-grey stallion ahead of her. She stretched her neck off to the side so she could see the coming danger. 

In a situation where a pegasus is on an unavoidable collision course with an object, there are many reasonable actions one can take in an attempt to minimize the chance for injury. A cautious pegasus would slow down as much as they could, reducing the speed of the impact. A virtuous pegasus may attempt a crash landing rather than risk hitting any bystanders. A highly skilled trick-flying pegasus may attempt a desperate and dangerous maneuver in an attempt to dodge past the obstruction. Wild Fire, however, was a different sort of pegasus.

“Bring it on!” Wild Fire yelled in challenge as she began pumping all her rather impressive strength into her wings, their strange formation lurching forward due to her increased effort. They began picking up speed at an impressive rate as they rocketed toward the press of pegasi ahead of them.  

“Fi wait, what the buck do you think your—hey watch out!” Red threw a hoof up in front of his face as they plowed into the crowd. The three friends violently jostled through a storm of wings, legs, and hooves as the disturbed masses shouted some less-than-supportive remarks their way. Blowing past and emerging on the other side of the mob, Red Line checked himself for serious injury as he angrily called back to his companion, “please Fi, for the sake of Celestia, never do that again!”

“What? I got us through, didn't I?” She shrugged as she responded, feigning nonchalance despite the adrenaline that had flooded her system during her impromptu maneuver.

“Somehow, I doubt us making it had anything to do with the suicide attempt you just forced me to go though. More likely it was divine intervention. I can't believe we didn’t smash straight into anypony,” Red said, trying to calm his pounding heart as he spoke.

“Nah, folks tend to get out of the way when you make it obvious you're not gonna stop for 'em. Self preservation and all that,” Wild Fire said with a smirk.

“Yeah, can you believe those suckers, what with their wanting to live and all?” Red's sarcasm was met only with another casual shrug. “What is going on today anyway? That’s the third news stand we've passed that’s been completely mobbed.” Red Line's eyes brightened suddenly with a thought. “Do you think its because of my record? I bet it already made it to the front page!”

“Ugh, that probably is why,” Wild Fire muttered under her breath.

“Sorry, what was that?” Red turned his head toward her with a smile.

“I said if we just crashed though a flock of pegasi because someone put your name in the paper, I'm going to kick your flank!” She snapped with fire in her words.

“Hey, its not my fault I'm front page materi— Dung! There’s the train!” Red exclaimed, pointing Wild Fire's attention toward a steam engine which had just left the station's boarding platform. 

Seeing the train picking up speed, she snarled in frustration, “Argh! What are we gonna do now?”

Red thought for half a second before answering her. He turned his head again, his features painted with a mischievous grin. “You got anything left in the tank?”

“You want to try and land on a moving train?” Wild Fire's eyes widened in surprise, but only for a moment. “Alright, lets do this!”  Determination took the place of surprise on her face as she shouted her reply.

The two pegasi fell silent as they directed all the strength and energy they had left to their wings. Red watched anxiously as the steam engine picked up speed, we are only going to get one shot at this. The pair were pumping their wings as only professional racers could, cutting through the air as smoothly as possible considering the cargo they carried in their hooves. Red made a slight adjustment to their altitude, lining up perfectly with the roof of the caboose. Just like when he was competing on the track, he felt the world around him drop away; his focus sharpened and directed to his goal. All the whirls and eddies of wind ruffling under his wings were felt and adjusted for. Behind him he could hear the steady breathing and rhythmic wing beats that told him Wild Fire was in a similar state of concentration. The pegasi had matched the speed of the train and were creeping ever closer to the cab. Close enough to clearly see the square access hatch on its roof, Red made it his target. Flying like a perfectly oiled and calibrated machine, Red watched as their straining muscles brought them near enough that he could almost reach down and grab on to the hatch's handle. Just a little closer, almost got it …. almost... Reds concentration was unshakable as he prepared for the landing.

“Red, may I ask what we are doing and why Wild Fire is hugging my flank up to her face?” The weight resting between Red Lines hooves suddenly looked up as it spoke.

“Gah!” The two burdened pegasi cried out in unison, startled out of their concentration by the sudden actions of their load. Losing control completely as their wing beats fell out of sync, the trio careened down onto the roof of the caboose, smashing through the wooden hatch and landing in a tangled mess of fur and feathers on the floor of the cab.

Silence reigned as the dust settled in the dark cabin of the caboose. The three ponies laid still for several minutes in the extended quiet, mutely thanking the princesses that they had fallen into the train car rather than off it.  

Red was the first to break the grateful silence. “Well, we made it. Everyone OK?”

Mumbled confirmation was heard from the other pegasi. Several seconds passed without conversation before someone again broke the still quiet.

“Wild Fire?”

“Yes Spec?”

“... you can let go of my flank now.”

“Argh!” Wild Fire snarled as she kicked down with a hoof, not caring particularly which of her friends she struck.


> Headline
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Do any of you wish to tell me why my face hurts?” Spectrum said, rubbing his nose with a wing as the three friends entered into the rear of the passenger car.

“ ... well you did just fall through the roof of a train. You probably hit yourself on the way down.” Wild Fire’s explanation was accompanied by a look of warning directed at Red Line, who just smiled.

“I don’t remember hitting my—”

“Hey look! These seats are free!” Wild Fire shoved Spectrum into an empty spot at the back of the car.

Taking their own seats beside him, Red and Wild Fire finally breathed a collective sigh of relief. It was a long trip to Canterlot and it would have been next to impossible to make it to the derby registration on time if they had to wing it the entire way. Now all they had to do was avoid being noticed by any transit employees. They hadn’t exactly had time to buy tickets when they arrived at the station, and there was also the small matter of property damage caused by their atypical boarding. Luckily, the loud clacking of the metal wheels along the railroad track seems to have muffled the sounds of splintering wood. Not wanting to be ejected from the train at its next stop, the three friends agreed that sending the bits to cover the damages through the mail was their best option.

As he gazed around the spartan passenger car, Red noticed that the train seemed to be nearly devoid of other ponies. Besides the three friends, there were only half a dozen passengers peppered throughout the worn seats. From the looks of them they had been traveling for quite some time, most either sleeping or slouched deeply in the threadbare seating. Red Line stretched out as much as he could in the cramped space.  

The three settled into a companionable silence as they watched the rolling landscape pass by through the filmy windows lining the sides of the car. This lasted all of fifteen minutes before Red started shifting restlessly. “So how long is this ride supposed to be again?” Red asked, trying to make himself more comfortable on the patchy upholstery. 

“Last time I visited Canterlot on the Friendship Express I think it took five hours, so get cozy,” Wild Fire said, taking her own advice.

“Ugh,” Red moaned, not looking forward to the long wait after the excitement of the train chase. “Are you guys sure you don’t wanna fly there now that Spec is awake?”

“Pffft, we would probably make better time if he was still unconscious,” Wild Fire elbowed her lavender friend a few times to punctuate her tease.

Ignoring the provocation, Spectrum instead stood up from his seat. “Yes well, if it’s all the same to you my friends, I believe I’m going to forgo this delightful conversation and visit the dining car for some refreshments,” he said.

Wild Fire buried her head in her hooves, “Seriously Spec? It’s like, ten in the morning.”

“And?” He drew the word out, smiling at the mare.

“... get me one too.” Wild Fire said, dropping the responsible pretence. “The good stuff though, not that sludge you drink.”

Spectrum chuckled, turning to the reclining grey stallion beside him. “And yourself Red? Care for any libations?”

Red shook his head and felt his eyelids beginning to grow heavy as he came off the adrenaline rush from earlier. “Nah, thanks pal but I think I’m going to grab some shut eye.”

“Very well.” Spectrum exited with a courteous nod.

Red wiggled further down in his seat. “Do me a favour Fi, wake me up when we get there,” Red said, closing his eyes as he let out another sigh. He felt himself drift off to sleep before he could hear her answer.

“Alright everypony, one more autograph, but then I really have to get back to the race!”

“Awwwww come on Mr. Red Line, we came all the way from Trottingham!”

“Haha OK then kids, gather around, I guess we have some time.”

“Yay! Tell us another story!”

“Alright, have I told you the one where I gave Princess Luna some flying lessons so she could beat her sister in a race?”

“Wow! You really are the fastest pony ever, aren’t you?”

“Sure am kids! Hey, how about a picture to show your friends back home? Say cheese!”

“Wow, Thanks!”

“Alright, run along now. I think the other racers are starting to catch up; I better go show ‘em how it’s done!”

“Don’t worry about finishing the race, Mr. Red Line. We’re almost there”

“What do you mean we’re—Ouch! Hey, hitting! Why?”

“I said we're almost there! Wake your flank up!” Wild Fire gave Red another smack on the shoulder.

“OK OK, I’m up.” Red said, yawning deeply as he stretched out. Looking out the window, he saw the slowly scrolling mountainous landscape of Canterlot as they approached the station. After the train rolled to a stop with a loud rush of vented steam, one of the transit officials entered the car and began ushering ponies out the exit. Red stood up, stretching out his joints from the long ride. As he stood, Red was surprised to see the passenger car was filled to capacity with excitedly chattering ponies.

“Wow, when did we pick up all the company?” Red turned to his friends, motioning toward the horde of ponies trickling out the exit.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what that’s all about. We’ve taken on larger and larger groups of passengers at every stop.” Spectrum said, standing up with his friend.

Red scratched his head as he shuffled behind the host of ponies milling their way towards the front of the car. “Weird. It can’t be for the Canterlot Derby, can it? We have to be there today to register, but the race doesn’t happen for almost a week.”

“Nah, there’s probably some other fancy Canterlot junk goin on. Now come on, will you two get movin? I’m tired of being stuck in this tin can!” Butting her friends forward with her head, Wild Fire forced the stallions to push their way through the crowd, garnering no small amount of dirty looks from the other ponies as they were displaced.

Red didn’t bother resisting, knowing how antsy Fi got whenever she was in tight spaces. Being as this particular tight space was also filled to the brim with a throng of fellow ponies probably wasn’t helping the matter. She must have been going out of her mind during that ride, train car getting more and more packed at every stop. Red Line rubbed the shoulder she had struck while waking him up, wincing as he felt the bruise forming. He decided that exiting the train as soon as possible was probably best for everypony’s health.

It took some time, but eventually the three found themselves outside on a crowded boarding platform. Looking around, they could see for the first time just how many ponies had made this trip alongside them. There were over a dozen passenger cars on the Friendship Express, each of which had a constant flow of passengers escaping onto the platform. The press of nattering ponies was made the area seem uncomfortably warm and loud. Wild Fire nervously took to the air, hovering above the heads of the crowd.

Taking notice of her reaction, Spectrum turned to Red and leaned in so he could be heard over the noise on the overcrowded platform. “We have an hour or two before we have to show for registry, perhaps it would be best if we retire to a more tranquil location. There’s a charming little bistro I know of not far from here.” Taking the hint, Red nodded at his friend’s suggestion. Joining Wild Fire in the air, the friends left the noise of their fellow passengers behind them.

As they flew above the city streets, the trio noted that the train station wasn’t the only part of the city being flooded with visitors. Every road seemed to be teeming with ponies making their way to hotels and souvenir shops. Spectrum lead them away from the saturated tourist locals near the train station to a small restaurant located on an adjacent street, much to Wild Fire’s thinly-veiled relief. Travel through the cultured, but bohemian, section of Canterlot went quicker and they found themselves at their destination in minutes. 

“Ah, this is the place. Shall we?” Spectrum said, ushering his friends in through the decorative glass paned door.

A bell chimed as they stepped into an elegant but functional interior. Red noted that the flux of visitors seems to have reached past the traditional tourist haunts as many of the tall tables were full of ponies, their maps and cameras at the ready. He worried that Wild Fire’s claustrophobia would flare back up, but was relieved when he saw her visibly relax in the quieter atmosphere. Thoughts moving from his friend back to the crowded restaurant, he caught sight of who he assumed was the owner, judging from his fancy attire, as he noticed the trio. The owner’s eye’s widened and his jaw dropped visibly as some realization hit him. The restauranter proceeded to bulldoze through the patrons in his rush to approach them. Red’s confusion at this behaviour only grew as the well dressed pony reached them and spoke.

“Master Spectrum! I had no idea you would be gracing our humble establishment today. I’m afraid I am quite unprepared for your visit!”

A rare look of annoyance flashed across the lavender stallion’s face before his usual poise returned. “That’s quite alright mister …”

“Oh, it’s Leaf sir, Gold Leaf. I had the pleasure of meeting you some years ago when I had the honour of catering the Grand Galloping Gala.”

“Thats quite alright Mister Leaf, any of your available tables will be more than acceptable.”  Spectrum said, his tone strained but polite.

“Nonsense! Allow me to prepare our VIP table for you and your companions. I won’t be a moment,” the proprietor said, turning as he spoke and rushing off once again.

“That really won't be … necessary” Spectrums voice trailed off as Gold Leaf moved beyond earshot toward a table attended by a group of extremely posh socialites. He turned away from the sight and noticed both his friends looking at him with a slack-jawed stare.

Shaking her head, Wild Fire spoke up “ ...Spec, what the hay was that all about?”

Spectrums answer was interrupted as the group of socialites stomped irritably by them, calling back their dismay to Gold Leaf who was apologetically shooing them out the door, “you’ll never get away with this you uncouth busboy! No one treats Jetset and Upper Crust like this!”  Behind him a team of waiters swarmed the table, clearing it off and replacing the finery with a speed that would put the finest pit crew to shame. 

“If it’s all the same with you two, I would rather not talk about it. Shall we then?” Spectrum said after the group passed by, motioning toward the table.

As the trio took their seats, the team of unicorn waiters stood at the ready by their table, pushing their chairs in and floating over glasses of pale wine and fresh bread with a balsamic vinegar dip. The waiters were in the process of magically setting napkins on the pegasi’s laps when Spectrum had a second uncharacteristic flash of annoyance. “That will be all thank you! I’m sure there are many other customers here that require your services. Leave us, please!”

Startled, the unicorns practically fled back to the kitchens. Gold Leaf seemed not to notice the behavior and continued to hover over the seated racers. Spectrum rolled his eyes, “Mister Leaf, perhaps you could bring my friends some menus?”

“Oh nonsense, Master Spectrum. I shall have the chef personally prepare something fitting for ponies such as yourselves. I shan't be a moment!” Gold Leaf said as he dashed to the kitchen himself.

Red Line’s surprise was plain on his face. He turned to the lavender stallion who was absent mindedly nibbling on a piece of bread. “Ok, seriously Spec, whats up? I mean, I always knew you were from Canterlot, but these people are acting like your Prince Blueblood in disguise. What gives?”

“As I already said, its not a subject I wish to discuss.”

A pair of expectant stares met Spectrum’s eyes.

“...Very well. If you must know, my father is … rather well known in this area. Does that satisfy you?” Spectrum’s irritable voice only garnered more stares from his two friends.

“We aren’t going to be able to let this go, are we?”

Red Line and Wild Fire smiled as they shook their heads.

“Fine then, if you absolutely must pry into my private affairs,” Spectrum motioned them closer and continued in a whisper. “My father is the one and only … Hoity Toity.”

His friends leaned in closer at the revelation. Red Line and Wild Fire exchanged a look and after a moment nodded in some agreement that was lost on the lavender stallion before turning back to face him. “Spectrum …” Red Line whispered, face a mask of seriousness. “Fi and me have no idea who that is.”

The moment of silence that followed was broken as Spectrum burst out in laughter, quickly followed by his friends. After a moment or two, the posh pony wiped a tear from his eye and looked fondly at the other two pegasi. “I must say my friends, and I assure you that this is not the wine talking, I love you guys.”

The friends sat in a short companionable silence, smiles worn on their faces when Gold Leaf returned with three plates of the most delicious alfalfa salad that two of the three had ever seen. The racers voiced their thanks before tucking in to the fantastic meal. Seeing his revered guests enjoying themselves so brought a visible wave of satisfaction and relief over the proprietor. 

Seeing his guests finish their food, Gold Leaf motioned the waiters to clear the table once again. “I trust that your meals were satisfactory?” He asked. His guests each voiced their praise for the food as they slid their chairs back and wiped their mouths. “Splendid! Is there anything else I can do for you during your stay here in Canterlot?”

Placing his napkin down, Spectrum turned to the doting pony. “No, Mister Leaf. You have done more than enough. Thank you for your hospitality.”

Gold Leaf, undeterred, continued to hover and fuss about the trio. “Oh, but I insist, Master Spectrum! Please let me recommend some activities for you during your stay. Canterlot has changed quite a bit in your absence!”

“We would appreciate your help of course, but we aren’t here on vacation I’m afraid. I am here to accompany my friends to the Royal Canterlot Derby, and our time here will likely be spent on preparations.” Spectrum said, mood having noticeably improved after his confession to his friends and a good meal.

Gold Leaf’s eyes brightened. “The Royal Canterlot Derby! Oh but of course, it’s supposed to be quite the event this year! Oh my, tell me you already have lodging. It would be next to impossible to arrange something now. You must have seen how many ponies are here to attend, why business has rarely been this good!” Gold Leaf motioned toward the crowded restaurant floor as he spoke.

“Yes well, we are not actually here as spectators Mister Leaf, and the Derby supplies all athletes with adequate lodgings—” 

“—But of course it’s no surprise what with the talk around town. It’s no wonder this is shaping up to be the most spectacular day in the events history, or so I'm told.” Gold Leaf continued as he busied himself cleaning the table, speaking over Spectrum in his excitement as he worked. “I mean, its not every day that one of the racers sets an unprecedented new wing speed record!”

“Wait, what?” Red’s attention snapped from his full belly to the conversation at hand, a cocky smile appearing on his face.

“Why, haven’t you heard? The new Equestrian wing speed record was set just yesterday, and the racer responsible is going to be attending the Canterlot Derby next week! Exciting isn’t it? Thats why this year’s derby is set to have a record breaking turnout, everypony wants to catch a glimpse of this new phenom.”

“Ok, wait a second,” Red’s smile grew from cocky to conceited as he spoke “You're saying all those crowds we saw on the trip over here, all the ponies gathered around the news stands, and all those tourists are all here to see the pony who broke the wing speed record?”

“Oh Luna…” Wild Fire smacked her hoof to her face.

Gold Leaf eyed the cream coloured mare as he answered Red, unaware of the reason for her reaction. “Why yes, of course. It’s the biggest thing to ever happen in the sport, or so I'm told. I don't know that much about it to be honest. With all these customers today I haven’t been able to find the time to visit a news stand myself.”

“Well then it’s your lucky day my good pony,” Red stood up from his chair and thrust his chest out, assuming a prideful stance. “Because you get to meet him in the flesh. Red Line here, new wing speed record holder!”

Gold Leaf’s eyes widened and he stumbled over his words before he could properly respond. “Oh … my! S-sir! I had no idea! It is most certainly a h-honour to meet you!”

“He heh, It’s ok, Goldie my good man. No need to be nervous. Underneath all this talent and skill, I am just an ordinary stallion like yourself.” Red replied, looking down on the restaurateur from the corner of his eye, smug smile still painted on his face. 

“Oh, no no no, Its not that I'm nervous sir, we have the privilege of serving a lot of famous clientele” Gold Leaf motioned toward Spectrum, prompting another face-hoof from Wild Fire who then reached out for the wine bottle. “Its just that I heard … that is, I was under the assumption that you were… well, a mare.”

Wine sprayed from her mouth as Wild Fire snorted with sudden laughter, completely drenching Spectrum sitting across from her. 

“What?!” Red’s smile dropped away as he whipped his head around. “They think I’m a girl?!”

Riotous laughter erupted from his two friends, doubling them over and causing the soaked lavender stallion to fall from his chair.

Gold Leaf cast a disapproving look at the laughing pegasi before remembering himself. “Worry not sir, these types of errors are common in breaking news reports. I shall endeavour to give the correct information to all patrons in this establishment until the newspapers can sort out this mistake. You have my word. Consider the meal complimentary for your trouble.”

Recovering from his embarrassment, Red Line shot his snickering friends a dirty look before addressing Gold Leaf again, “Thanks Goldie, I appreciate knowing somepony has my back.” Moving away from the table, Red Line prodded his prone friend with a hoof, “Come on you creeps. We gotta get to the Registry.”

Leaving the bistro, the trio were once again forced to make their way through the teeming sea of ponies crowding the Canterlot streets and sky lanes toward the nearby Derby Building. Wild Fire’s agitation began to return as she flitted around overhead. Spectrum busied himself with cleaning off the wine from his coat and mane using some napkins given to him at the bistro. Red walked along, the embarrassment from earlier forgotten as he processed the realization that the horde of ponies milling around Equestria’s capitol were all here to see him.

“Can you guys believe this crowd? I don’t remember Fleet Foot getting a reception anything like this!” Red said as they left the crowded street and approached their destination. His friends just rolled their eyes, knowing better than to feed his ego any further. Their conversation came to a sudden stop as the friends broke through the crowd and gazed unobstructed at the derby building. Awe was plain on their faces as they took in the sight. There were larger buildings in Canterlot, just as there were buildings more decorated with finery or steeped in more reverent history; but there was no other building that could instill the same sense of wonderment in a pegasus as the the Royal Canterlot Derby Building. 

Red Line’s jaw hung open as his eyes took in the sight before him. The spiraled seven story structure was at once an engineering marvel as well as a testament to the grandiose pegasus spirit. Each floor of the building alternated layers of traditional stone construction stacked upon the unique cloudstuff of pegasus architecture. Red Line’s eyes traced the large cloud pillars that ran along the exterior of the structure as if capturing the intermittent stone floors within the beautifully carved cloudstuff skeleton. Sculptures of the legendary speedsters of yore hung over the trio’s heads as they graced the winding buttresses of the whimsical building. Atop the spiraled tower sat the immense half-bowl of the famed cloudstuff arena, impressing the pegasi as the finest and most intricate work of cloud architecture they had ever seen. Banners and flags from towns and cities all across Equestria circled above the arena on their own clouds, forming a colourful halo over the structure.

Red shook his head in amazement. “Wow … just …—”

“Wow,” Wild Fire finished for him.

Time stretched as the three friends continued to stare, glorying in the shadow of this monument to their tribe. After several moments, Spectrum shook his head with a smile and motioned to his friends. “Well, shall we then? It would be inappropriate of me to come all this way to provide my friends with moral support only to see you miss registration,” he said, butting his friends forward.

Snapping out of their daze, Red and Wild Fire took the hint, approaching the large double doors into the building. Holding the door open for his friends, Red took one last look up at the hero-studded facade, picturing his face carved alongside them. 

Stepping through the door, Red joined the others walking through the halls decorated with memorabilia from generations of racers and trick flyers. Red’s excitement grew to a crescendo while Wild Fire was chattering nervously through some kind of checklist on his side and Spectrum followed, silently taking in the spectacle around them. It was hard not to picture photos of himself mounted along with the other pegasi hung on the wall. His daydreams were interrupted by Wild Fire as she paused her muttering to ask him a question.

“Ok here we go. Red, you have your medal on you, right?” Wild Fire asked, nervousness and excitement mingling in her voice. An affirmative nod answered her question as he touched the medallion hanging from his neck. 

“Relax Fi, this is just registration. The race isn’t for a week, you will have plenty of time to freak out later” Red said with a wink.

“Yeah, thanks alot. Jerk.” Wild Fire responded, though her demeanor clearly relaxed at the familiar teasing.

The trio came to the double doors at the end of the decorated hallway. “This is it,” Red said, chest swelling. Standing for a moment before the doorway, The friends took a deep breath and shared a look of eager anticipation before Red pushed open the doors and took a step inside.

Their elation was immediately doused as they saw what lay beyond the portal. “Ah Buck,” Wild Fire’s voice was drowned out by the excited chittering of dozens of fellow racers standing in a line which stretched all the way down another hall, continuing unseen around a bend far ahead. “This is going to take forever.”

Red’s enthusiasm refused to waver however, and he turned to his friends with his trademark mischievous smile. “Don’t worry guys, I’m the stallion of the hour, remember! I’m sure these ponies would be honoured to give up their spot in line. Just stick close.” Red said, lifting off in the crowded hallway and zipping away over the heads to the amassed racers.

Wild Fire looked warily over to Spectrum, “Great, how long do you think thats going to last?”

Spectrum wore a worried smile. “Probably forever. Come, lets make sure he doesn’t get into trouble. We racers can be a rowdy bunch and somehow I’m not entirely convinced that everypony would be so happy to allow him to cut in line.” With that, the pair took off and followed behind their cocksure friend.

They turned the corner just in time to see a tan hoof reach up and snag Red Line out of the air, sending him tumbling down to the floor. “Dung,” Wild Fire swore, speeding up to get to her friend before his mouth could make the situation worse. Getting closer, Wild Fire could see Sandstorm standing above Red Line as he sprawled out on the polished floor. The hallway was crowded and it was difficult to find a place to land without crashing into another pony. Wild Fire was forced to set down some distance away and work her way up the line, employing shoves and elbows where necessary. She heard Spectrum as he followed behind her. By the time she reached where Red had set down, the surrounding pegasi had abandoned their place in line and crowded around the two rivals as they faced off.

“What the buck was that for Sandstorm? You almost ripped my wing off!” Red exclaimed angrily.

“Well, that's what you get for trying to ignore the rest of us.” Sandstorm shrugged calmly, further infuriating the grey stallion.

“Jeeze, I was just cutting the line, no reason to get violent about it!” Red said, rubbing his sore limb.

“Yeah well, we are sick and tired of you acting like you're better than the rest of us,” Sandstorm said, nodding to the assembled crowd of ponies. A smile grew on her face as she continued, “and since you're just like us now, we aren't going to stand for it.”

Shaking his head as he recovered from his fall, Red’s face resumed his cocky grin. Angry at the accusation, he forgot the promise of leniency on Sandstorm he had made to Wild Fire the night before. Red shot back his reply in his usual insufferably casual tone, “hey, I’m sorry to break it to you Stormie, but last I checked, I am better than the rest of you. Im the fastest pony in Equestria, or have you already forgotten? So why don't you just move aside?” He expected Sandstorm’s anger to explode. He expected her to storm off, or throw a fit, or maybe even start a fight. He was confused when he saw not anger, but genuine amusement colour the tan mare’s face.

“Oh Celestia, you have no idea do you?” She asked with a laugh. “None of you do,” She motioned to Spectrum and Wild Fire as they arrived at their friends side.

Uncomfortable with Sandstorm’s sudden change in mood, the three friends shared a similarly confused look. “What are you talking about?” Red stepped forward and asked, uncertainty clear in his voice.

Sandstorm was clearly enjoying their confusion. She took a moment before answering. “Red, Red, Red. I hate to break this to you. Actually no, I love that I get to break this to you. You're not the fastest in Equestria, Red. You're not even close.”

This time it was Red Line who broke the silence with laughter. “Good one Stormie, but you must have taken one too many falls during your training while the rest of us were celebrating. I broke the record less than twenty four hours ago. You were there, though you were quite a ways behind me at the time, maybe you missed it?” Red said, tone filled with mockery. 

Sandstorm’s smile only grew with his response. “Thats absolutely correct Red. Yesterday you edged out Fleet Foot’s record by one single tiny wing power. Good for you, I hope you enjoyed your time in the spotlight. But don’t worry, you still have a record, Red. You officially hold the record for the shortest time spent as Equestria’s fastest pony. You were the fastest pony for one whole hour before someone beat you.” She laughed as she continued,” well, they didn't just beat you, they beat you so bad that you will never ever get even close to getting the record again. I guess you may as well retire, since thats the only thing you’ve ever cared about.”

Worry lodged itself in Red’s throat at her words. “You're lying Stormie. Thats impossible. I’m the fastest flyer there has ever been.”

Sandstorm said nothing at first, instead grabbing a newspaper from a nearby racer and tossing it to him. Catching it, Red Line broke eye contact as he looked to the front page.



Sonic Rainboom! 
Legendary phenomenon performed by small town pegasus!


Red’s jaw dropped as he read the headline. “That’s … impossible.”

“Oh, it's possible alright,” Sandstorm looked upon Red’s deflated form with satisfaction as she continued, “just not for you.”

Red Line dropped to his knees, the world around him falling away as his focus centered on the story in the paper he held. Red felt himself shaking his head repeatedly in disbelief, trying to will away the reality in his hooves. This isn’t possible. I’m the fastest pony there is. I’ve always known I would be the fastest …

Sandstorm stepped toward him, pointing to the newspaper. “What was your best lap again Red? Sixteen wing power? It says here that she broke twenty in five seconds. And that was before the sonic rainboom. Just a small town weather pony, and she set a speed you're never going to be able to beat.”

 I was never the fastest … 

“Where’s your bravado now, Red? Where’s that smug attitude we all know you for? Do you still expect everyone to just move out of the way for you?” Triumph was plain in Sandstorm’s voice.

I will never be the fastest ...

“You will never be the fastest.”

Hearing his thoughts echoed by Sandstorm’s mocking voice snapped Red back to reality. Anger, despair, and embarrassment gripped his heart in equal measure, muddying his thoughts and stinging his eyes with tears. He had been walking around with his chest thrust out proudly, thinking he was special.Thinking he could do something no one else could. Thinking that people loved him for it. He felt so stupid. Dropping the newspaper he jumped to the air, flapping his wings furiously. Unable to clear his mind, Red gave into the emotions swirling inside him, ripping the golden medallion from his neck and threw it as hard as he could onto the paper laying on the ground. In a flash he was gone, the red corona traveling in his wake leading back down the hallway to the exit.

“Red, wait!” His friends called out to him, but it was too late. He was too far away to hear them, and none of them could ever hope to catch him.






> I Said Another Doughnut!
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Between the tears that flooded his cherry-red eyes and the whipping winds that streaked by as he flew, Red Line left the Canterlot Arena District in a hazy blur. Aristocrats and tourists alike looked up in confusion as the living bullet shot by overhead, ruffling their maps and musing their fancy attire. By the time Red was able to arrest the warring emotions of panic and denial within him, he found himself far across the Equestrian capital in an unknown and shabby section of the city, albeit shabby for Canterlot still counted among the cleanest and most upbeat urban area that he had ever seen.

Red sniffed back his tears and attempted to regain some semblance of composure as he calmed enough that his panic and denial were slowly replaced by an embarrassed depression. Red watched for a moment as the ponies below him milled about their daily lives, completely unaware of the turmoil afflicting the pegasus hovering overhead. He observed the relatively plain and unadorned dress of the ponies below as they drifted between the shops and stalls of the middle class district, and as the minutes ticked by Red found himself feeling slightly more at home, if not more at ease.

His heart settled into its normal rhythm and the events leading up to his escape from the Derby Building replayed unbidden behind his eyes. What I really could use now, is some stiff cider, Red thought as he began looking for a suitably discreet area for him to set down. Finding one, Red landed on the roadway with a clumsy thump. Pride shattered beyond his ability to care about appearances, Red trudged down the city street with his head hung low, searching for a watering hole suitable to drown in as he tried to avoid the sounds of the gossiping masses around him.


“...Twenty wing power in five seconds!”

Red’s head sunk even lower on his shoulders as he slogged on, looking left and right for a pub open at this early hour.

“They say you could see the Rainboom from here! Can't Believe I missed it…”

His pace quickened as he tried to leave the chattering ponies behind.

“… Can’t wait to see her in person!”

Turning a corner, Red ran into even more ponies wandering about, gesturing excitedly to each other with the newspapers held in their hooves.


“She’s barely a mare! Just a small town pony working as a weather manager in a place called…”

Red’s breath quickened as he shook his head back and forth, wishing the voices of the crowd away. His silent plea unsuccessful, Red broke into a canter, as if he could outrun the words of those surrounding him.

“...says in the paper that she must have topped out at  fifty wingpower!”

“Argh!” Red Line cried in frustration, unable to escape the reminders of his failure. Looking around desperately, he saw and veered off into the nearest shop’s doorway. 

A soft chime sounded as he banged the door open and stumbled inside. Red’s eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim indoor lighting of the shop. As the room brightened, he looked around and saw he had barged into a quiet eating establishment of some kind. The thick wooden booths that lined the walls were mostly full, containing softly speaking ponies who nursed pastries and steaming green mugs. The floor was a white and grey checkerboard, while pastel green shades accented the walls and edges of the furniture. Toward the back of the room stood a large bar area with stool seating. The whole place somewhat reminded Red of a brighter version of the Lazy Wing.

Stepping forward, Red noticed a heavy chalkboard hung above the bar, its surface covered with a confusing menu of alcoholic caffeinated beverages and, of all things, doughnuts. Booze and pastries, leave it to Canterlot, Red shook his head in an amusement that failed to lighten his grim mood. The bar area seemed to be where most of the customers were seated, each sporting seemingly identical beverages. A large tan earth pony was tending, dressed in a cook’s whites. Looking up from spit-shining another green mug, the proprietor caught Red’s eye and motioned him over to the only unattended stool.

Knowing this was likely his only chance for a real drink at this hour, Red took the invitation with a defeated shrug and approached the empty seat. Eager to drown out the swirling thoughts of the days events, Red only absently noticed as he sat between a stallion with the look of a haggard business pony who was staring stoically forward, more lost in his thoughts than even Red, and a cyan mare a few years younger than himself whose head was thrown back as she drained what was obviously not her first drink of the night. 

Finishing with a customer across the bar, the stallion behind the counter approached Red with a warm smile. “Heya pal. Nice to see a new face. Name’s Doughnut Joe. What can I getcha?” he asked, flicking his head toward the chalkboard. 

Red didn’t bother looking up as he spoke, his tone that of one defeated, “bring me whatever you have back there that’s going to get me where I’m goin the fastest, Joe”

“Hah, you betcha buddy. I’ll mix up something special,” Joe said, quickly taking a few more orders before he turned back toward the rear of the bar and started pulling down bottles from the fully stocked shelves.

“Woah, Sounds *hic* serious. You ok pal?” A bold feminine voice sounded to his left. “This is usually a friend of mine’s thing, but since she’s not here, you wanna tell me what's up?

Turning toward the sound, Red took his first real look at the cyan mare who sat beside him. Wow, are you lucky Spectrum isn’t here. Red remarked to himself as he noticed the attractive pegasus. The lean, toned muscles, athletic poise, and striking magenta eyes did the mare a world of favors, but it was her mane and tail which caused Red Lines mouth to gape slightly. A prismatic spectrum flowed from her boyish bangs and cascaded all the way down her neck. Her tail flourished behind her in the same brilliant rainbow pattern. Ol’ Spec would probably drop to a knee and propose on the spot. Red shook his head again as he pulled his mind back to his troubles.

“No thanks, I’m just here for the drinks” Red said, a little sharper than he meant to. He chastised himself for snapping at a nice mare who was likely only trying to help a fellow pegasus who was obviously upset, but he was already deep enough into self loathing that this additional admonition did little to change his mood.

“Ok pal, suit yourself,” The prismatic mare turned back with a shrug as Joe reappeared with a tray of steaming mugs balanced on one hoof.









Panting as she zipped from block to block above the bustling city streets in her search, Wild Fire’s eyes locked onto the familiar form of a lavender pegasus as he sped toward her. Weary muscles flexed with new vigor as she rushed out to meet him.  “Any sign of Red?” she asked breathlessly.

Still trying to catch his breath after his frantic flight, Spectrum could only answer by shaking his head in defeat.

“Argh!” Wild Fire bucked her hind legs in frustration, sending an unfortunate nearby road sign spinning off into the distance. “He could be anywhere! What are we going to do?”

His heaving chest finally slowing into a normal rhythm, Spectrum took a moment to look up at the Sun as it trekked across the sky before he spoke. “I...I think we had better get you back to the Derby Building, my dear. The registry window will be closing soon.”

Wild Fire shook her head in surprised anger. “What? What the buck are you talking about? Red is out there somewhere! He's going to miss the biggest race of his career if we don’t find him! Not to mention that he just found out the goal he’s been working his whole life for doesn’t have a snowball’s chance in Tartarus of happening! Who knows what he’s doing right now!” she said, her hooves stomping noiselessly in the air.

“Wild Fire… Fi, please.” Spectrum hovered over and placed a hoof on his friends shoulder, arresting her frenetic gaze with his own steady one. “It is obvious that Red does not want to be found right now, and considering his abilities, there is no way that I can think of for us to do so. Not until he is good and ready. We will find Red Line, I promise you; but first lets make sure that you don't miss the most important race in your career, ok?”

Wild Fire’s tensed muscles began to relax as she took strength from her friends calm reassurance, but she still shook her head. “Spec, We can’t just let him throw this away,” she said, head hung low. 

“Don’t worry, my dear. We will think of something.” Spectrum said as he took her hoof in his and turned them back toward the Derby Building.









*** Five Days Later ***



The now familiar chime was rung out softly as  Red Line pushed open the door and again entered the coffee shop. Coffee shop, pub, or bakery? I’ve been coming here for a week now and still have no idea what to call this place, Red mused to himself as he approached the bar.

As he moved through the shop, he absently noticed how deserted the place was. Every one of the booths lining the walls were empty and the usually crowded bar area now held only the familiar figure of the depressed business pony, already deep in his cups and passed out with his head and hooves on the counter. Shrugging at the realization, Red moved to take a seat, habit and his new distracted demeanor causing him to take his usual stool beside the unconscious stallion despite the numerous empty options along the bar.

Noticing his arrival, Joe flashed a smile from behind the counter and began filling his mug. After the last few days, he knew Red’s order by heart. Impatient for his first drink of the day, Red fidgeted as he again took stock of the near-deserted shop. He didn’t remember a time during the last week he spent coming to Joe’s when the place wasn’t filled with chatting ponies using specialty coffee as an excuse for a little early morning alcohol. 

Hearing the soft chime once again, Red glanced back toward the door and saw the cyan pegasus with the brilliant prismatic mane enter and head straight for the bar. Red turned his eyes to the green mug which now sat steaming in front of him as he waited for it to cool, not wanting to invite any attempts at conversation by making eye contact. Still, he heard as the mare’s hooves clicked on the tile floor as her confident stride brought her up to the bar. He heard a flutter of wings and felt as the mare made a short leap and landed expertly on top of her stool next to him. 

“Hey Joe!” the colourful mare called out to the proprietor as she settled in the seat. “Can I get some service here, or what?” Red could practically hear the grin on her face as she teased the gruff stallion in her playfully bold voice.

Red’s brow furrowed slightly; he had never seen the mare energetic like this.  She usually went straight to throwing back drinks at a pace Red Line couldn't help but admire.  His head sunk lower on his shoulders, not wanting to be affected by the mares infectious cheer.

“Heyya kid!” Joe called back affectionately as he made his way over. “Whaddya want? The usual?”

“Nah Joe, I’ll just have a regular coffee this time. I’ve got somewhere to be,” she said, voice filled with unmistakable pride.

“Well you seem to be in a better mood today! What gives kid?” Joe asked with a smile as he crossed over with the coffee pot in-hoof. 

Red Line took a deep pull on his mug, trying not to pay attention to their conversation despite his own interest. The mare had been sullen and dower every day for the past week and he couldn't help but wonder at the drastic change. Red compromised, tilting his head to watch the scene from the corner of his eye.

“Ah, it was no biggie. I was just really nervous about the big derby tonight. I’ve never seen so many ponies in one place. I guess I was just afraid of letting everyone down,” the mare said flicking her colourful hair back and taking a sip from her mug.

The big derby. A fresh wave of disappointment washed over Red at the reminder. That was the reason Joe’s was so empty. Everyone was probably rushing down to get seats at the stadium. Forgetting himself, he turned his head and looked over at the cyan mare. Ah dung, look at her. I should have known she was a racer. Red Line’s head sunk even lower until errant strands from his burgundy mane drooped down onto the bar, the same torrent of emotions which caused him to duck into the shop a week prior threatening to resurface within him.

“Well good for you!” Joe reached behind him to the donut tray. “Here, have one on the house. What changed your mind?”

Red Line’s ears perked up in spite of himself.

“I guess I just needed a little reminder. Luckily for me, my friend found me just in time to remind me of something I’ve already learned.” The mare said, taking another sip. Joe merely raised an eyebrow in interest, inviting her to continue.

“Ya see, not to long ago I was in a bit of a bad place. I had a competition coming up that I really really wanted to win, but no matter how long and hard I practiced my moves I just couldn't pull them off.” She paused to take a bite of her doughnut. “And that’s a pretty tough pill to swallow when you are are awesome as me. I mean come on, I’m the best!”

Red Line’s mouth pulled back in an amused smirk at the familiar words before he remembered himself and set his face back to neutral. Careful, It’s way to easy to fall hard when you think you stand up above everypony else, He thought grimly.

“Anyway, when it was time to compete, even with all my friends there and the greatest cheerleader in Equestria rooting for me, it wasn’t enough. I was a nervous wreck. Not my finest moment, and if you tell anybody, I'm going to deny it!” The mare raised a hoof threateningly before continuing. 

You tell it filly. Sometime or another you have to realize no matter how many ponies believe in you, It doesn't make you special. It just makes it worse when you fail, Red Line thought as he took a sip from his drink.  

“So like I was saying, when the time came and I was out there in front of the judges, the crowd and all my friends, my worst fears came true. I choked. I actually did even worse than in practice! In that moment, I felt like everything I had worked for, everything I dreamed I would be one day, was a lie,” the mare said, shoulders slumped slightly as she spoke.

Sing it from the mountain top sister, Red raised his mug in salute before he remembered he was eavesdropping. He turned his head back toward the bar quickly before he was noticed and fixed his eyes forward, although his attention remained on the conversation.

“So that was it. I blew it. I would never get the chance to live my dream. At least that's what I thought,” the mare’s shoulders picked back up and her face lit with a fierce determination and cocky smile that Red Line found familiar but couldn't place. “At least that was until one of my friends went and got themselves in trouble. In that moment, I suddenly didn't care what I could or couldn't do. I didn't care that I had let everyone down. I didn't even care that I would never realize my dream. All I knew is that my friend was going to get hurt unless I could stop it.”

The mare, caught up in her storytelling, suddenly jumped up onto the bar and struck a daring pose. Red Line leaned closer, hanging on the cyan pegasus’s every word, all pretense of ignoring the conversation lost. His interest went unnoticed by the excited mare as she continued.

“And man, you should have seen me Joe. I was amazing! I don't want to ruin anything for you, but I have never pulled off any move in my history as a daredevil that would compare to what I did that day to save my friend. And do you know how I was able to do it?”

Red Line shot his hooves out to steady himself as he nearly fell of the edge of his stool.

“I pulled it off because in that moment, it didn’t matter to me that I may not be good enough to live out my dream. I knew that even if I tried my best and stilled failed, everything would be ok as long as I am with the ponies I love. I knew that all I needed to be happy was to do my very best and be with my friends!”

“Your Right!” Red Line shouted as he bolted to his feet, shocking the other two ponies into dumbfounded silence and knocking the unconscious business pony to his right off his stool in one explosive movement. “You'retotallyright! HowcouldIbesostupid!” Red spoke so fast the other ponies could hardly understand his words as he practically vibrated with barely restrained energy. He leapt up onto the counter and embraced the cyan pegasus using both leg and wing. “Thank you! Thank you so much!”

“Uh n-no … p-problem” The mare gasped as the hug crushed the air from her lungs.

“Uuuuggghhhh” A moan sounded from the unconscious form of the business pony from the floor.

“I gotta get out of here! I have to find Fi and Spec before the race!” Red Line said, releasing the mare and bolting toward the door, yanking it open. “Thanks filly! You are awesome!” Red called over his shoulder as he took off, zooming toward the city center with the trademark red corona in his wake. 

As he shot through the air away from Joe’s coffee shop, he heard the rapidly fading voice of the filly behind him.

“See? Told you I was Awesome!”





> The Royal Canterlot Derby
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Red Line squinted against the rushing wind as he looked toward the sun. Already having past its zenith, it started its slow crawl toward the horizon. Red tightened his lips in a determined line. I can’t believe I was so selfish. Wild Fire and Spectrum have always been there for me. The biggest event in our careers’ and I took off like a colt instead of standing by my friend. There is no way I can let Fi race without letting her know I’m ok and that I’m in her corner. She would do the same for me.

Taking another look at the sun, Red gritted his teeth. There is no way anypony could make it in time. He shook the thoughts from his head and slowly the thin line of his mouth pulled back into the familiar smirk that had been absent for the last week. Good thing I’m not just anypony. Pouring on all the speed he could manage, Red Line became a crimson blur shooting overhead, busting any clouds unfortunate enough to float in his path with a brilliant red flash as he streaked toward the Derby Building. 

Red Line whooped as he saw the stadium rise up on the horizon through his tear-streaked vision. He felt his heart lighten at the sight and dug deep, pushing himself to his physical limits and beyond. His breath came steady and deep. The rhythmic beats of his wings feeling more natural and powerful than ever before. The breeze was with him as he sliced through the air, mane and tail whipping behind in a bright crimson contrail. The smirk that rested on his lips grew wider as it traded grim determination for a giddy elation at the sheer speed at which he was rocketing through the air. He didn’t need any equipment to tell him that he was flying faster than he ever had before.  He flew faster even than he had during his last derby in Fillydelphia. He flew faster than he had ever dreamed he could fly. He flew faster than he could ever fly for himself, because today, he flew for his friends. 

Red Line whooped again at the sheer thrill coursing through him. I’m coming guys! I’m on my-“Woah!”

A brilliant rainbow suddenly flashed into existence a few meters from Red’s flightpath, touching down near the bowl of the derby stadium in the distance. Shocked by its sudden appearance, Red Line slowed slightly as he watched the brightly shining prismatic arc fade a moment after its appearance.

“What in the hay was that?!”









“Spec, I have no idea what that was, now please, as interesting as sudden and unplanned rainbows are, will you stop gawking and help me out with this?!” Wild Fire snapped irritably as she struggled to fit the derby tabard around her pinions. 

“Oh, yes of course, my dear” Spectrum said, moving through the crowd of fellow racers to help. Pulling the tabard into place with his teeth, Spectrum fastened it securely around her barrel and took a step back. “I must say, Wild Fire, you look every bit a grand champion.” Spectrum said, a small smile worn on his face.

“Heh, thanks,” Wild Fire said, continuing to fidget and adjust the clothing. “I just hope this isn’t a sign from the Princesses,” she said, motioning toward the large ‘67’ blazoned across the sides of the garment. 

“Hmph, somehow I doubt that the princesses use that amount of subtlety when foretelling the future. Although, I suppose you could ask them yourself if you're curious,” Spectrum said, motioning over his friends shoulder.

Wild Fire turned and looked past the racer’s pit near the track’s starting line, her gaze sweeping over the entirety of the arena. The massive cloudstuff bowl of the stadium seemed to stretch on forever, with row upon row of bench seating stacked higher and higher until she had to crane her neck back to see the top. Any decor or finery amidst the seating area was lost  beneath the cram of ponies who filled every bench within her view. Above it all, centered on the opposite end of the arena and directly above the finish line, hung the royal box. From this distance, Wild Fire could just make out the light and dark forms of the Princesses. Sitting in the seats directly beneath them were five smaller forms.  Pink, white, purple, orange, and yellow; whoever they were they certainly must be important ponies to have the honour of being guests of the Diarchs of Equestria.

Wild Fire whistled at the sight, stomach clenching as the enormity of the scene hit her. She looked back down at her tabard, tracing the number with her hoof. “Wow… This really is the big leagues, eh Spec?” she said, voice wavering slightly as she bit her lip.

Spectrum smiled and stepped closer to his friend, throwing a leg around her neck in support. “It certainly is my dear, and if I may say so without being too forward,” Spectrum took Wild Fire’s hoof in his own and pulled her around till she stood to face him before continuing, the crowded pit forcing them to stand almost nose to nose. “the big leagues suit you Wild Fire. You have never looked more formidable, nor more beautiful, in all the years I’ve known you.”

Habit caused Wild Fire’s eyes to narrow threateningly for a moment before they softened. The tension pent up in her shoulders and wings melted under the lavender stallions even gaze and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Spec, I … thanks,” she said. 

Spectrum released the cream mare’s shoulders and adopted the aloof smile that was never far out of his reach. “Never a problem for you, my dear. Think nothing of it, I insist,” he said, his tone all theatrics and poise.

Wild Fire returned the smile for a moment before it fell away. “I just wish Red was here. This is so important, for all of us. I still can’t believe he went and bucked everything up like that,” she said, the crestfallen tone creeping back into her words.

Spectrum’s smile only grew as he spoke, “oh, I wouldn't worry about Red Line, my dear. I’m sure he is just fine.”

Wild Fire looked up, speaking with a snarl, “how can you say that, Spec? He just took off and left us! We haven't had any word from him in days; who knows what shape he’s in?” Wild Fire’s head drooped low on her shoulders, voice trading its angry edge for a doleful whisper. “Even if he wanted to give up on his dreams, I can't believe he would abandon me while I try and live mine. Thats not what friends do.”

Spectrum reached out and lifted Wild Fire’s chin with a hoof. “Wild Fire, you mustn't worry yourself. Red Line has never let us down before, and I don’t believe he intends to start now.” Spectrum said, voice full of warmth and reassurance. 

Wild Fire couldn't help but feel her spirits lift at her friends words as she looking up into his eyes. “How can you be so sure, Spec?” she asked, the shadows of her doubt refusing to be shaken completely free.

Spectrum raised an eyebrow in amusement before he spoke. “Why, because he is right behind you, my dear,” he said theatrically.

Wild Fire’s eyes shot open in surprise as she whipped around and saw Red Line coming in for a landing directly in front of her. Wiping the sweat from his brow with a wing, he walked over to his friends, eye’s bright and trademark smirk tugging at his mouth.

“Hey guys, lookin good! Wow, the place sure is crowded. Did I miss anythin—Youch!” Red yelped as Wild Fire stepped forward and delivered a strike that was faster than lightning to back of his head. Red Line pulled away and covered himself before Wild Fire could wind up to take another swing.

“What the hay did you think you were doing, worrying us like that, Red!” Wild Fire yelled angrily, drawing surprised stares from the mass of surrounding racers in the pit. “You disappear for five days without a word, and then walk back in like nothing happened!”

Spectrum lept between them and caught the smaller pegasus in his hooves as she made another lunge toward the injured stallion. “Now … now, Wild Fire, I’m ... sure that Red has had ... quite enough.” Spectrum grunted as he struggled to hold on to the stronger mare. “What's important … is that he is ok and that he … came back, right?” Feeling the tension leave her body, Spectrum sighed with relief and stepped out from between the two friends.

“Geez, I see that your left hook hasn’t gotten any worse over the last week, ouch.” Red said, rubbing the back of his head with a wing. 

“Where the hay were you? When you left we rushed after you but you were long gone. We barely made it back to registry in time! We went out and looked for you every day, you jerk!” Wild Fire said, her words still filled with fire, though she made no further attempts to attack.

Red Line lost the smirk and looked earnestly at the mare. “I know, I know. I’m really sorry, Wild Fire, Spectrum.” Red stepped back toward his friends, placing a hoof on each of their shoulders. “I just got so caught up in my own disappointment and my own dreams that I lost sight of what really mattered to me; you guys. I’m sorry.” 

Spectrum placed a reassuring hoof on top of Red’s. Wild Fire was silent for a moment as her angry scowl fell away and she adopted a look of relief.

“Fine, I forgive you, but your still a jerk.” Wild Fire said with a hint of teasing. “At least you're here now.”

“I know, I had to bust my flank to get here! you should have seen me fly guys, it was like nothing else I’ve ever done in my life! It’s too bad I missed registration, because I feel like I could take on everypony here!” he said, stretching his wings and enjoying the warmth within them after his flight, “but I knew I couldn't miss the chance to let you know I was here rooting for you Fi.” 

A moment of silence followed as Wild Fire and Spectrum exchanged a knowing look and turned back to their friend with matching mischievous grins on their faces. 

“What? Am I missing something?” Red asked, confused.

Spectrum cleared his throat. “Hrm yes, well then. I hope you don’t mind terribly, Red Line. I’m afraid that after your frantic escape from the Derby Building, I went and did something rather roguish. Seems in your fit, you threw away your Fillydelphia Derby medal; striking a perfectly innocent and defenseless newspaper if I recall correctly. Terrible business that,” Spectrum paused dramatically, raising an eyebrow and adopting a comically supercilious look. 

Red furrowed his brow for a moment, not understanding. “Uhhh, Ok?”

Spectrum shook his head in amusement as Wild Fire snickered at his side.  Spectrum continued, “well now, I couldn't just let this symbol of the noble sport of Pegasus Racing lie there on the floor now could I? Unfortunately, when I attempted to return it to the registration desk, those poor overworked officials somehow confused me for you. Laughable really, considering my stately manner and your rather uncouth … ness.” Spectrum trailed off, smile growing even wider.

Red Line’s Eyes grew wide. “Wow now, wait. Spec, are you saying what I think you're saying?!”

“What I’m saying, my friend, is that I believe it is time for the racers to take their place at the starting line,” Spectrum said as he reached into his saddlebag and pulled out a pair of brass flight goggles and a derby tabard. “Perhaps you should do the same, unless you plan on running away again?” Spectrum asked, holding the tabard out toward his friend. 

“Spectrum, you crazy old horse!” Red Line leapt into a hover for a moment so great was his excitement. Gathering the lavender stallion and a smiling Wild Fire both up into a crushing hug, Red laughed with happiness and relief. “I LOVE you guys!”










“Mares and Stallions, Colts and Fillies, Princesses and honoured guests! Welcome, one and all, to theeee greatest event in sports entertainment in all of Equestria! The Royal Canterlot Derby!”

Red Line could barely hear loudspeaker over the roar of the crowd that enveloped the massive stadium. Standing tall, he cast an appraising eye on the masses filling the arena seating. This is it. The big time.

“My name is Instant Replay, and I will be guiding everypony here in attendance and all those listening at home through today's action! Let me take this time to thank our gracious and benevolent rulers for sponsoring this event! Let's hear it for Princess Celestia and Princess Nightma… Luna! Dung, I hope she didn’t hear that!”

If Red Line thought he had ever heard a loud audience before, the response from the spectators in the stands at the mention of the Princesses proved just how wrong he was. Red actually had to cover his ears with his hooves until the cheers died down.  

“Ok everypony, listen up! Make your trips to the concession stands now, because we are about to experience fifty laps of puuuuure adrenaline. With the talented athletes assembled here below, you can be sure that if you so much as blink you’re gonna miss it! Before we get started, allow me to introduce the amazing ponies who will be competing for you fine folks today!” 

As the announcer went through the names of the racers, Red Line took a moment to look down the line at his competition. He whistled to himself, noting the poise and determined glare of his fellow racers. He really was standing here with the best of the best in Equestria. Well, I may not be able to live my dream of being the fastest pegasus of all time, but standing here in the Canterlot Stadium alongside the greatest racers in the business, I at least feel like I’m dreaming. Red Line’s chest swelled and he stood a little straighter. Catching Wild Fire’s gaze in the long line of pegasi, Red nodded to her with a smile. Her name was called over the loud speaker, followed by his own and he saw her stiffen with a pride that he shared. 

Red Line’s eyes traced the row of pegasi further down, skipping a fierce looking Sandstorm out of embarrassment lest she notice his gaze. Scanning the line all the way to the end, he was surprised to see the cyan mare with the brilliant prismatic mane standing apart from the other racers on a small cloud platform by the starting horn. She stood there without a derby tabard, scanning the arena, eyes filled with excitement and a touch of nervousness. Red Line shook his head in confusion, Better get dressed and in place filly, or your gonna get disqualified. Hearing the announcer finish the list of competitors, Red shrugged and turned back to face the track in front of him.

“Alright everypony! Are you ready?”

Thunderous applause rung throughout the stadium.

“I said Are. You. Ready?!”

The noise from the cheering spectators grew so loud Red Line almost covered his ears again.

“Good! Because as you may have heard, we have a treat for all you lovely ponies here today! We have a very special guest here with us who is gonna help kick this race off with a BOOM! The winner of this year’s Cloudsdale Young Flyer Competition, the one, the only,  Rainbooooow Dash!”

Catching movement out of the corner of his eye, Red Line looked back over to the end of the row to see the cyan mare waving to the crowd, who responded with deafening cheers. Rainbow Dash huh. Well I guess that explains why she’s not dressed to race. She’s just here to kick us off. Probably for the best, she didn’t get a lot of practice in while sittng at Joe’s, Red Line gave a little laugh at the thought before remembering that he was in the same position, except he will be racing. Smirking at himself, Red again faced forward and forced a deep breath.

Instant Replay continued on, whipping the attending crowd up into a slavering frenzy but Red Line was no longer listening, his mind having turned inward and focused on the task ahead. This was it. All his life had lead up to this. Here, amongst his friends, the best racers in all of Equestria, and the Princesses themselves, was his moment. He could feel it deep inside; this was his moment of destiny. The moment that would define him forever. Red Line set his shoulders and pulled his mouth back into a look of grim determination. He was determined to make the most of it.

The ponies in the stands, his fellow racers, and the voice over the loudspeaker all began to drop away as he focused his eyes on the track. He was conscious of nothing other than his wings, his goal, and the air that lay between them. His mind sharpened as he ran through his mental checklist.


“Thats right folks, you have all heard of her, and now here she is to help get this event started! Hey, what the? Give me that—”

Stretch out; Red Line extended his muscular wings one at a time, feeling satisfaction as the already warm muscles glided smoothly through the motions.

“—I know right! How Amazing is Rainbow Dash! Isn't she the most daring devil? I mean, the most devilish darer? I mean—”

Loosen up; Red Line tested each joint, creating a cascading wave of inaudible pops from his fetlocks to his neck. Red smiled at the feeling, body simultaneously at ease and at the ready.

“—That’s mine! Hey, where do you think you’re going?! Raven, call security, tell them to keep that tartarus-spawned pink pony away from the announcer booth!”

Get your footing; Red Line widened his stance, feeling as his hooves took firm hold on the downy softness of the cloud track. 

“Sorry everypony, technical difficulties!”

Ritual complete, Red Line’s cherry-red eyes narrowed in determination as he slid the brass flight goggles down into position.

“Now, As I was saying. Racers get ready! In lieu of the starting horn, the race will begin on Miss Dash’s signal. And we all know what signal will be, don't we Canterlot!”

“Rainboom!Rainboom!Rainboom!Rainboom!Rainboom!Rainboom!Rainboom!Rainboom!Rainboom!”

Red Line’s concentration wavered for a moment as he took his eyes off the track and looked around at the chanting crowd. Wait, did he just say something about the starting horn?

“That’s right, my little ponies! The race begins on the Sonic Rainboom! Take it Dash!”

Before Red Line understood what was happening, he saw the cyan mare out of the corner of his eye as she took off. What the hay? was all Red had time to think as the cyan mare accelerated faster than any racer in history, leaving behind a familiar and vivid rainbow contrail in her wake. In less than a second, the full-spectrum blur was moving faster than anything Red had ever seen. A mach cone formed in front of the mare’s path, sharpening quicker than should be possible.

Red Line’s mouth opened in shock. “You have got to be bucking with m—”



~< BOOOOM >~



The fantastic explosion rang out as the hypersonic pegasus shattered the light/sound barrier. Canterlot Stadium shook violently and Red Line felt the shockwave pressing down on him even as he was blinded by the cascade of colour that burst forth from the epicenter in a blinding flash. Every shade and hue that could be imagined spiraled out in a brilliant prismatic wave that washed over the landscape. 

Red Line’s jaw hung open. He felt wind whip erratically by his body for a moment as he stood, his mind desperately trying to understand what had just happened but his eyes allowing only that he look upwards at the  expanding wave as it spread out to touch each corner of the horizon. 

The cyan mare was now moving so fast that she was effectively invisible to his gaze, evidence of her path only shown by the dazzling rainbow which traveled in her wake, its vivid streak completing a perfect arc from the center of the explosion all the way to the Royal Box. 

“Reeeeeeeeeeeeed”

He was again buffeted by blasts of wind as he shook his head at the sky in disbelief. The mare … the mare from the coffee shop. She asked what was bothering me. Every day. Every day I sat beside her. Every day I sat beside the pony who shattered my record. Every day I avoided talking to her.

“Reeeeeeeeeeeeed”

Red laughed at himself before another gust of wind blew his mane in front of his eyes. He brushed it aside with a hoof as he swept his gaze over the stands, seeing the crowd going out of its mind in excitement at the kaleidoscopic light show. Her story makes a lot more sense now at least. I guess I should have known. She did say she was awesome, Red thought with a smile.

“Reeeeeeeeeeeeed”

Blasts of air again blew at him, mussing his fur and ruffling his feathers. Noticing it consciously for the first time, Red finally forced himself to take his eyes away from the sky as the spectacular display of colour began to die down, looking around in confusion for the source of the wind.

“Reeeeeeeeeeeeed” a speeding cream-coloured blur called out as it jetted past him.

“Wild Fire? …. Buck!” Red Line swore to himself as his attention returned to the track. The rest of the racers rocketed by him again, the wind kicked up in their wake swirling around him. He was missing the race!

“Buck!” He yelled again in frustration, lifting off in a flash and giving chase, his crimson contrail shooting around the first bend.










“That’s it, mares and gentlecolts! Its all over! What an amazing race! Why, In all of my career as an announcer, and all the decades I have spent as a diehard fan of this sport, never before have I witnessed such an astounding, electrifying, jaw dropping—”

“—I know right! Wasn’t it just super-ultra-extreme-awesomazing?!”  

“What the?! Raven! Where are those guards?!”

Not the blaring loudspeaker, riotous fanfare, nor even the tumultuous roar of the crowd registered in his mind as Red Line stood in place back in the racers pit. Breathing heavily with sweat dripping down his coat and into his eyes, he stood looking out upon the clamouring stadium. The teeming masses swirled around him, a vortex of buzz and activity; and for the first time Red could remember, he wasn't at its center.

I … I lost. I lost a race.

Red Line was jostled aside as a tidal wave of reporters, photographers and journalists bullied past him and invaded the pit, swarming around the winners’ block.

I lost THE race.

Feelings Red thought he had already defeated began to resurface in his mind, threatening to take hold over him once again. But just as the old despair wrapped its icy hooves around his heart and the world grew gray and cruel before his eyes, he caught sight of something glinting through the mob. As if by will of Celestia herself, the mass of ponies in front of him parted slightly, giving Red a full view of the podium just as the gleaming golden medallion was slipped past a chestnut mane and placed around the neck of a very familiar cream coloured mare. 

“Come on folks! Lets hear it for our Grand Champion! Number 67, WILD FIRE!”

“Hey, Thats my job! Give me that bucking micrapho—”

And just like that, the shroud of doubt and depression that had again crept over his eyes fell away at last. Looking upon the pride and exhausted satisfaction of his friend as her picture was taken by the legion of photographers, Red Line felt his heart lighten and face ache from the massive smile which grew there. Red’s excitement was complete as he hurriedly wormed his way through the crowd toward his friend, calling out her name, “Fi! Fi! You Did it! Oh Celestia, Luna; You did it!”

Reaching the mare, he swept her up in his legs and delivered another crushing hug, whooping all the while, regardless of the spectacle he was causing. Their shared laughter was interrupted as Spectrum arrived, ploughing through the mass of news ponies and tackling the pair, causing the three of them to fall to the ground in a giddy, giggling mess of feathers and fur.

“We did it! We won!” Spectrum yelled, all the usual decorum of his Canterlot accent lost in his excitement as he joined in on the embrace, tightening it even further till they all had to separate and gasp for air. 

Seeing that the Grand Champion’s attentions were completely fixed on her friends, the milling news ponies shunned away and began to gather in search of the other medal winners.

Goofy smile worn large on his face, Spectrum threw a leg around Wild Fire’s shoulders. “Wild Fire, my dear. You did it! You accomplished your dream!.” Spectrum said, pausing for a moment and gently lifting the chin of a blushing Wild Fire with a hoof. “Just like I always knew you would.”

Wild Fire returned his gaze without speaking for a heartbeat before her smile grew again and she grabbed both her friends by the shoulders. “Not just my dream Spec. This was our dream. I could never have done this without you two. For real” She said, squeezing them both in for another quick hug. 

A touched silence followed before Red Line laughed and threw a playful punch at Wild Fire’s shoulder. “Ah you're full of dung Fi! Spec and me couldn’t have stopped you from winning this race if we had tried.” he said teasingly.

“Indeed! Now I propose we immediately escape before this unruly mob returns their attention our way. You both know how much I enjoy the spotlight,” Spectrum Rolled his eyes dramatically in emphasis. “Perhaps we should go celebrate? I know a quaint little pub not to far away who have an excellent selection of grogs.”

Catching sight of the look shared between the cream mare and lavender stallion before they directed their eyes to him for his input, Red Line smiled widely and shook his head. “Why don’t you two go on ahead? I just want to check on a few of the other racers here before I leave.” 

Nodding with bright smiles of their own, his two friends walked away from the crowded pit, talking together and sharing easy laughter as they went. Well, it’s about time, Red thought with a smirk. Turning as they stepped out of view, Red Line walked by the silver medalist, Jetstream? From Manehatten I think they said, as she spoke enthusiastically with a large group of reporters.

“ … is just the beginning! Canterlot Derby was just the first stop. You're looking at the first pony who will fly nonstop across all of Equestria!”

Red Line chuckled as he stepped away, smiling at the boast, silently wishing his colleague luck. As he walked further through the pit, he saw the pony he was looking for as she tried sneaking away from her own set of journalists seeking an interview. 

Red smiled as the skulking tan pegasus noticed his approach and threw her head back in fierce pride, swishing her dusty pink mane and boldly displaying the sparkling bronze medallion which hung around her neck.

“Red Line. I thought I saw you standing still like some lost colt on the race track. I'm surprised you had the guts to show up at all,” Sandstorm spoke with the same fire she always had, though this time her words bore the unmistakable mark of triumph. “Although I’m glad you did, even just so I could show you what a real winner looks like,” she said, tapping her medal to punctuate her point. 

Red took a moment before speaking to look at his long-time nemesis as she stood, shoulders squared, a fierce look of success and satisfaction on her face. Red shook his slowly head in thought, Sandstorm never really cared about being the best, did she? All she ever cared about was working hard and doing the best she possibly could. That's why she’s always hated me. Because I kept winning despite not working near as hard as she does. A sad smile stole over his face as Red Line considered the effect his actions had on the proud mare in front of him. She deserves better than how I’ve treated her… A playful smirk spread slowly on his face, still…

“Wow Stormie, that is one impressive hunk of tin you’ve got there. I think I want one too! How many tickets did you have to trade in for it?” Red teased in his insufferably casual tone. 

Sandstorms cheeks began to redden as her face twisted in anger … and then to confusion as the infuriating grey stallion began lightly chuckling at her reaction. 

“I’m sorry Stormie, I’m sorry. I just think you're cute when you're mad,” Red said with a conspiratorial wink.

Confused by the lack of malice that usually followed their exchanges, Sandstorm shook her mane in frustration at his easy tone. She eyed him with suspicion for a moment before responding. “What the buck Red? What game are you playing?” she asked.

After a short silence, the light smile dropped away from Red Line’s face as he adopted an uncharacteristically earnest expression. When he spoke, his usual confidence was replaced with an hesitancy and nervousness that was so out of place in the grey stallion that it gave Sandstorm pause.

“Listen, Stormie … whats say we get out of here and grab a drink, on me? I know this great little coffee shop … and I feel like I have a lot of making up to do …”

After a long moment of silence, the suspicion in Sandstorm's eyes began to soften…