Echos diary)
Dear diary,
Practice was average today. We warmed up, practiced our routines, and had to yet again wait untill Soarin and Spitfire finished fucking in the showers so the rest of us could use them. I swear those two have been doing it like rabbits since they got married. Ha, I'm suprised she isn't pregnat yet. Oh my Goddess, imagine the wild foal they'd produce. Oh the terror!
Rapidfire has been looking at me alot lately, and yes he's been looking at me like that.You know that look that says,“Thats going to be my mare." However I know him, he's not a bad friend, but I know how his relationships go. He gets you thinking that he's the best stallion in Equestria, so then you'll open your legs for him. Then after he's done, he'll be satisfied and he'll leave you in the dirt. So that being said he does not have a bit of a chance with me. I'm not giving up my purity for a one night stand.
Yes I said it, I'm twenty-three and I'm still a virgin and I'm proud. I mean I was taught that a mares purity is a gift not to be given to just any stallion. It has to be respected. Suprisingly enough that it was a Stallion who taught me that. Scorcher. He was so old fashioned when it came to the couple of relationships he had. Those mares were nice, but they'd fall for his humble charm (which was actually just him not a put on) and they'd try to sleep with him. Thats how the relationships would end, he would'nt fuck them. They'd get all dramatic on how he didn't care enough for them or bitch about how they weren't good enough. He just told them,“If you don't like who I am, then you can go find another colt that will be more than happy to fuck you.” Oh yeah he was a gentlecolt, but he didn't take any crap from anypony.
As far as I know, he's still a virgin as well. He once told me that his first time was going to be with a mare that he loves, not some filly that he just likes or cares for, but truely loves.*sigh* He's one in a million, thats for sure.
I still wish I knew why he left. I mean there was nothing wrong that I know of that could make him do something this drastic. Am I the reason he left? Of course not, how could I be the reason? I couldn't be the reason, could I? Nope, if I done had something wrong he would've told me about it, so then why? Uggg! alright new subject. Lets see... Hey, did i ever tell you how Scorcher got his cuitie mark?
I remember the day he got his cuitie mark like it was yesterday. Scorcher was a very artistic colt, he was very talented when it came to music. That colt could play anything from country to rap. He wasn't a bad dancer either. He was auditioning for the schools talent competition, which every year consisted of colts and fillies who wanted to show off signiture moves.
Scorcher however was going to sing a song he wrote while playing that old guitar that he had got when he was ten. He got up and started singing and it blew everyones mind.the lyrics to his song and his voice seemed to mix perfectly together. How could a colt his size have such a beautiful voice. Thats when his cuitie mark appeared. It was a bass note and a cleft note surronded by a blazing sun. It was so cool! I'll never forget that day, and I know he wont either. How could we?
Lately I can't seem to get my mind off of him though. I've been having a dream that was more of a memory. You see school for both of us, but I think I had it worse. Of course I was picked on because of my size. The dream is both of us at the old hill. I'm crying because that day some mares had locked me in a locker. Scorcher was there holding me. Funny thing is though, I felt a few tears fall on my shoulders, he was crying to? He kept apologizing to me for not being there to help me. Then he sat me down and held my face in his hooves and told me,“I promise to you, that as long as I'm around nobody will lay a hoof on you without coming through me. I'll make sure you never have worry about those fuckers and you will never have to hide. I'll make sure that you will never have to cry about something like this again.” He was true to his word.
The next day the same mares tried to stuff me in a locker again and Scorcher appeared out of nowhere and got between me and the mares. Oh damn I remember the rage in his eyes. He didn't say anything he just stood his ground.“Oh whats this girls?” the apparent leader of the posse said.“ Looks like big guy here wants to take up for his little slut.” I bet it took all of his strength to restrain himself from killing her ( he could've easily done it too). However he just continued to just stand his ground silently (if looks could kill, she'd be torn limb from limb).“Well aren't you gonna do anything big boy?” she said half threatening half flirtatious.“I've learned not to do anything that I'd regret, but if you continue to treat her like this, I'll forget everything I learned.” he said threatingly.
Her whole mood changed from in controll, to “oh shit he"s gonna kill me!” I found this amazing, he was seldomly aggrasive, but when he was it was not a pretty sight.
“You wont lay a hoof on me! Not if you want Howling Wind to show you some respect.” she threatend.
“Do you think, you scare me, just cause your coltfriend is the captian of the flight team? That I wont hurt you to protect Echo? You've got to be the dumbest mare I've ever met. Nopony, especialy a whore like you, wont put a hoof on her without me doin something about it.” he threatend.
“Well I'll have to get Howly (really Howly) to teach you parentless fuck how to treat a mare!" With that she started to leave, when Scorcher yelled,“Mare? All I see is a colts slut who wishes that she could look half as beautiful as the MARE that is standing behind me! Oh, and by the way, tell Howling Winds that I'll be expecting him! Give me a one-on-one with him, see if I don't fuck him up bitch!” I was blushing really hard at his complimant. No colt had ever called me beautiful untill then.Yep forgot the rest and just focused on the compliement, but I could also literaly feel the mares fear as her trot turned into a full gallop.
That mare kept her word about Howling too. About an hour later he came right up to me, no noticing Scorcher at the water fountain and yelled,“You fucking whore! How dare you talk to my fillyfriend like that!” Then he did something he should've never done. He hit me hard across the face, just below my eye. The next thing I know I'm on the ground and I see Scorcher on top of Howling hitting him repeatedly in the face. Then I heard him say the scariest thing I've heard him say.“You ever so much as look at her, let alone touch her again, I will not stop Howling. You hear me?”Scorcher slaped him in the face hard.“Look at me Winds! Next time you're dead, I will kill you. I will beat you to death and I will not hesitate to do so. Get the memo?” Scorcher hit him hard one last time, knocking out Howling.
Scorcher then picked me up and took me to his room in the orphanage. He then proceeded to clean the wound that I had just recently recived. He didn't break anything, but he had hit me hard enough to where he had split open a wound right under my left eye and I was bleeding a little. The whole time I saw nothing but concern on his face. I told him that it wasn't that bad. He told me he didn't care, that nopony should ever treat me like this. After that he layed me on his bed and told me to relax a bit, that Howling had hit me harder than he thought. He said I might be dizzy for a couple of hours. He was about to leave when I asked him to hold me.I asked him that because I always felt safe with him, and I knew he wouldn't try anything funny. He did as I asked and layed himself on the bed and I climbed on top of him, he then proceded to wrap his forearms around me protectively. Like at any minute I might be taken away from him.
Then he did something, something I would never let any other stallion do to me. Something I never thought he would do. Scorcher wrapped his wings around me. I don't know if you know or not, but if a pegasus wraps their wings around you, it's a sign of deep feelings toward you. I let him do it though. This only reasured me of how much he cared and what he would do to keep me from harm. I don't remember anything else, because I fell asleep safe in his forearms and awoke in my bed alone underneath my blankets. I was dissapointed, I thought that it had been just a dream. However I touched the spot where Scorcher had put a band aid on me, it was still there.
The next day we found out that Scorcher had broken Howlings left cheek bone and his nose, knocked out two of his teeth, swollen the upper part of his face, and shattered half of his jaw. I was not botherd at all by anypony for awhile after what happend.
Anyway its late and I want to go to bed. We're having some musician come over to help us create our intro songs for when we make our seperate apperances at a show. They wont be better than Scorcher is all I know.
I still regret turning him down all those years ago.
-Echo
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(Scorchers pov)
Being at the studio isn't so bad, atleast here I can express myself. Here I can not be judged by the public. I mean living in canterlot isn't bad, but the stuck up dicks get old.
I started to try a new dubstep song that I was going to make by mixing an old song called "We no Speak Equestriono" when the mail mare showed up by making a hole through my door."Ah Ditzy, you got to remember, the door is opend by twisting the knob and pushing. Not by crashing a hole through the door." I told her slightly peeved.
She responded by just looking up at me with a friendly smile and handed me a letter. Then procceded to get herself out of the hole. As soon as she left I just sighed and opend the letter and it read,
Dear Mr.Scorcher,
We have listend to your music and would like to give you a project for the wonderbolts. We want you to come by tomorow to help create individual intro songs for us. For each song we will pay three-hundred fifty bits. Total that is twenty one hundred bits. We expect you there tomorow morning.
Sincerly,
Spitfire
"The pay is good, so I'll fly to cloudsdale tomorow morning and get started." I thought to myself. With that, I sat the letter and resumed working on the song.
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(Scorchers Journal)
Well today I got a letter from the wonderbolts. They want me to create an individual intro song for each of them. The payout is nice so I'll do it. Echo always loved the wonderbolts, I wonder if she ever tried out for them? She'd make it if she did. That mare was always fast and I mean fast. She may be small, but that makes her light weight which inturn makes her faster. Yep, she would've made. I wonder if she did get in. Quit it Scorcher! Don't get you hopes up.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, I miss her. Its like without her I feel, well, numb. Not that I can't feel my legs, its just hard to be happy. I mean my friend Greenbrush helps me get through some days, but sometimes, you know, it just isn't enough. It doesn't feel like I'm even living in the real world some days.
I just hope that wherever she is, I hope she's happy. I could never stand to see that filly cry, its like every time she'd show the slightest bit of sadness I'd be right there, ready to comfort her. No matter how hard it was.
She had a certain spot on a hill below cloudsdale that only she and I knew about, where she'd go to cry. If I couldn't find her anywhere, I would always where to find her at. I'd find her crying and I'd scoop her up and just hold her. I'd hold her untill she would stop crying. Then she'd tell me what happend, usually it was one of two things. Bullies... or her father. That son of a bitch would always be telling her how she was such a little slut, how her mothers death was her fault, how he had always wanted a son instead of a shrimpy duaghter.
Somedays when I couldn't find her, I'd go back to the orphanage and look through my window to hers to see if she was there. She always was, and she'd always be bawling. I would fly over ( silently ) to and tap on her window, and she'd see me and let me in. Smetimes they'd had an argument over something or he'd been drinking. Sometimes she'd ask if I'd stay the night, because she was afraid of what he might do. I never told her no. I would lay on her bed, she'd climb on top of me, and then I would just rock her to sleep, telling her I wasn't going anywhere. That I wouldn't let him hurt her.
She had to stop me on several occasions, stop me from killing that pathetic excuse of a father. Want to know why? Somedays when She'd let me into her room... Echo would have a fresh bruise or two on her face. That son of a bitch is lucky he still had a daughter who cared for his safety. I would've beat that fucker to death if she hadn't have pleaded for me not to confront him. Thats the one thing I'll never forget, the hate I felt and still feel towards that stallion. The feeling was mutual however. The bastard hated my guts, but I couldn't have care less. He was an abusive prick of whom I longed to bloody his face. Nopony lays a finger on Echo without getting through me or without me doing something about it.
She never let me confront him though, but one day I did without her knowing. He was coming out of the old liquor store down on the edge of Mane street. I went up to him and slapped the bag right out of his mouth.
“Hey! Who do you think you ar-aggg!” I had pinned him to the wall. I looked that fucker straight in his ugly bloodshot eyes and said,“Best stop hitting that little filly of yours.”
*cough*“She's none of your concern, you dick.” He managed to choke out.
“Oh! I think otherwise.” I started to raise a hoof to break his jaw when I stopped. I saw a young filly and her mother cowering in the alley where we were at. I threw him to the ground and flew off... I never figured out why I did that. They weren't in the way or anything. I guess it was because of that little fillies expression. I saw Echos fear in those little eyes.
I'm supposed to be the one to comfort her, the one to protect her. Now... now I can't do that, and it is so hard living with that. I wish for nothing else, but to be able to see her, to hold her, to keep that promise I made. I guess its just too little and too late.
I guess its just like what that one song said.“She was a perfect prayer in a desprate hour. She was everything, beautiful, and different. You stupid colt.” I was a stupid colt for what I did. I only hope she finds it in her heart to forgive me.
You know I had actually asked her out once? She turned me down, because we were to good of friends. How come mares always say that? If you think about it, your best friend respects you, takes care of you, they listen, they know all there is to know about you. They could be the other half you're looking for. It doesn't go for just mares though, it goes for stallions as well.
I pray every day, to have that little piece of heaven in my hooves again. Maybe someday, someday that prayer will be answered.
-Scorcher