> A Typical Friday Night at Wonderbolt Academy > by Yukito > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > A Typical Friday Night at Wonderbolt Academy > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Come on, Dash! Don’t chicken out now!” “Chicken out? Me? Hah! As if! It’s just, we gotta get up early to fly tomorrow, y’know?” “One glass won’t hurt ya!” Cloudchaser said. “Well, Thunderlane maybe, but not you!” “Hey! What’re you trying to say, that I can’t my liquor?” “That’s exactly what I’m saying. Or do I need to remind you of that time you got drunk off of one glass, and hit on my mom thinking she was Flitter?” The other ponies in the room burst out with laughter, causing Thunderlane to blush and lower his head in shame. “You said you wouldn’t bring that up again.” “Alright, fine!” Rainbow Dash said, picking up a glass and allowing Cloudchaser to fill it up. “But I mean it! Just one glass!” “Whatever floats your boat! And you, Dusty?” “I told you not to call me that!” Lightning Dust shouted, picking up her glass and extending it forward. Cloudchaser began to fill it up. “Make sure you give me more than Trashie!” Rainbow Dash scowled at the use of Lightning’s new name for her, but decided not to say anything about it. “Why do you keep calling her that?” Thunderlane asked. “I thought you two were friends. I even had twenty bits on you becoming marefriends!” He pouted and scuffed the floor with a hoof. “Thanks a lot for that, by the way…” “Oh, they’re still friends alright,” Cloudchaser said, but was cut off by Rainbow Dash. “Um, we’re so not!” she shouted. “Yeah, like I’d wanna be friends with such a lame-o slowpoke like her!” “Who you calling slow?!” “I can never push myself to my limits ‘cause you’re always so slow during exercises!” “It’s called controlling yourself, and taking your time to make sure you’re not a threat to those around you! You should try it sometime. That is why Spitfire changed our roles, after all.” “Captain Spitfire!” Lightning Dust corrected. Despite her hating Spitfire’s decision to swap their roles around, she still respected her as Captain of the Wonderbolts. “And I’m not being a threat to those around me!” “You kinda are,” Blossomforth said, looking down at her bandaged hoof. “I can understand you wanting to be fast, but you don’t have to knock everypony else out of the way just to finish first, you know?” “We’re training to be Wonderbolts! If you can’t handle something like that, you shouldn’t even be here!” “Alright, girls! Break it up!” Cloudchaser said, stopping the argument before it escalated. “Rainbow Dash, you shouldn’t be so hard on her. If I recall correctly, you were always being pulled into detention for reckless flying.” Rainbow Dash pouted and turned her head away, causing Lightning Dust to grin victoriously. “And Dusty, d’you think you could lower the volume?” “Why? You got somethin’ wrong with the way I talk?” “Not really, but if we make too much noise, the Captain will catch us. And you know that means.” “Ten days cleaning the mess hall by ourselves,” everypony in the room besides Cloudchaser and Lightning Dust said, shuddering afterwards at their previous memories of that same punishment. Spitfire’s favourite punishment for her troops was having them clean the mess hall at the end of the day, and whenever she gave somepony that punishment, she made sure to encourage all other Pegasi to make as much mess on the floor as possible whilst eating. “Fine,” Lightning Dust said, though her volume hadn’t lowered one bit. “… I’ll try,” she said, this time in a lower volume. “But no promises!” “Great! Then, if we’re all ready…” Everypony’s attention was fixed on Cloudchaser, who turned around to reach under her bed behind her. She pulled out a box, and spun back to place it in the centre of the group. The box read ‘Karmare-nopoly’, and had pictures of ponies in various positions on the cover. “Whoa!” Lightning Dust shouted, her wings extending suddenly at what she saw. “Karmare-nopoly? This thing’s been banned in most towns throughout Equestria! Playmare magazine rated it ‘the hottest board game ever’!” “I know,” Cloudchaser said with a grin. “Where did you even get this?” Blossomforth asked, hiding her red face behind her hooves. “I found it in the Lieutenant’s office.” “Lieutenant Soarin?” Thunderlane asked. “Wait, you just took it?! Without permission?!” “What would she say?” Rainbow Dash asked. “‘Hey, Lieutenant, could I borrow your sexy porno game so that my friends and I can hang out after curfew and play it together whilst drinking alcohol?’?” “That’d be mess hall duty for sure,” Roid Rage said. “The guy’s whipped. He’d tell Spitfire on us for sure.” He looked up when he heard no response, and saw everypony looking at him with shocked faces. “… Uh, I mean: YEEEEEAH!” Lightning Dust turned her attention from Roid Rage and back to the game before her. “So… are we actually going to play this? I mean, not that I mind, but I think some of us-” She motioned towards Blossomforth. “-Might not be able to handle it.” “Coming from the mare who can’t even control her wings right now,” Rainbow Dash said, flicking Lightning Dust’s erect wings with a hoof. “Man, screw you!” Lighting Dust shouted, moving away from Rainbow Dash quickly and jumping to her hooves. “Sorry, I only go with cool mares,” Rainbow Dash said, grinning wryly at Lightning Dust. “I’m forty percent cooler than you could ever be!” “Rippin’ off my catchphrase? Not. Cool.” Rainbow Dash also rose to her hooves, and the two mares exchanged death glares. “Should we stop them?” Thunderlane asked. ‘Or better yet, grab the cameras and take pictures.’ “Nah, they’ll tire themselves out eventually,” Cloudchaser said, lifting the lid off of the box before her. “In the meantime, we can… Hm?” Cloudchaser unfolded the board, and looked at it confusedly. It was… just a regular Monopoly board. She looked down at the pieces. Dog, iron, boat, chariot, mare, and horseshoe. The money? No sexy mares on them. “What gives?” “There’s a note here,” Blossomforth said, picking up a note from within the box and handing it to Cloudchaser. She then looked up at Thunderlane, who was watching (and practically drooling at) the fight between Rainbow Dash and Lightning Dust. She cleared her throat to get his attention, and then shot him a fiery glare as he turned to face her, whistling innocently. Cloudchaser laughed at the scene, before looking down at the note in her hoof. Hey Soarin, GET YOUR FREAKING MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER AND GET THOSE DOCUMENTS ON MY DESK BY TOMORROW MORNING, OR I’M GOING TO KICK YOUR FLANK SO HARD YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO SIT RIGHT FOR A WHOLE WEEK! You’ll get this game of yours back when you finally catch up on all the paperwork you’ve got piled up in your office. Cloudchaser sighed, throwing the note down onto the cloud floor below her. “Well, there goes that plan for tonight… Oh well! Anypony got a good idea for a drinking game?” “How about this: every time a cadet gets busted for violating curfew, you take a drink.” “Man, that’s stupid. Who suggested that?” Cloudchaser looked up, and froze in place as she saw Spitfire looming over her. Around her, the rest of the group was already slowly backing away. Even Rainbow Dash and Lightning Dust, who still had each other held in headlocks, were slowly backing up in fear of their Captain standing before them. “Only, instead of this stuff, how about some special nutrient drink?” Spitfire suggested, holding up a pint glass of some green, bubbling liquid. Everypony immediately placed their hooves to their mouths, in order to avoid vomiting. The special ‘Wonderbolt Nutrient Juice’ was a force to be reckoned with. Each and every one of them had tasted it before, and had no desire to do so again. “Let’s see… Cloudchaser, Thunderlane, Blossomforth, and Roid Rage. All four of you, take a drink, and then get back to your beds! Starting tomorrow, ten weeks of mess hall duty, for violating curfew, and for the stallions sneaking into the mare’s dormitory!” Everypony groaned, but didn’t dare object. That would only extend the punishment, and really, they felt that they were lucky to get away with only one glass of that horrible juice. Spitfire turned around to face Rainbow Dash and Lightning Dust, who both immediately flinched under her stern gaze. “You two: fighting again I see?” The two looked each other over, and realised that they were still holding each other in headlocks. They quickly parted, and wrapped their forehooves around each other’s necks. “N-No way! We weren’t fighting at all, right pal?!” Rainbow Dash said. “Right!” Lightning Dust responded. “As you can see, we were already in bed! Rainbow Tr-Dash’s was broken, and so I offered to share mine with her! We weren’t joining in with these delinquents, honestly!” Rainbow Dash nodded quickly, and then mouthed a quick apology to her friends, who were glaring at the two with hurt looks of betrayal. “I see,” Spitfire said, walking over to Rainbow Dash’s bed and jumping onto it. She jumped up-and-down a bit, before getting off and approaching the two mares. “Seems fine to me. Also, I can’t help but notice there are six drinks poured out. So, perhaps you’d like to rethink your story, before I rethink your punishment?” The two mares gulped, and immediately gave in. “Alright, fine! We were fighting!” Rainbow Dash said. “And we may have joined in with the others a little bit,” Lightning Dust added. Spitfire nodded. “Twenty days mess hall duty, and two glasses of Wonderbolt Nutrient Juice.” “WHAT?!” Rainbow Dash shouted, her mouth agape. “Are you questioning my orders, Rainbow Dash?” Spitfire asked with a raised eyebrow. “N-No ma’am!” Rainbow Dash quickly corrected. Spitfire nodded again, and, after making sure that everypony had taken their special nutrient drinks (and waking up those that had passed out), she gave her usual lecture on following the academy rules, and then escorted the two stallions of the dorm room, to take them back to their own rooms. As soon as Spitfire’s hoofsteps could no longer be heard, Cloudchaser sat up in her bed and looked over the other three mares in the room, who were all tucked in to their own beds. “So… same time next week?” “Screw you,” the other three mares said in unison, though despite their response, they each knew how things would turn out: somehow, she would manage to convince them to break curfew again for some late-night drinking and some silly games, and if they were lucky, Spitfire wouldn’t catch them this time. Just a typical Friday night at Wonderbolt Academy.