//------------------------------// // Chapter 3 // Story: Colfire // by solsticebrony888 //------------------------------// “Looks like you had a good time last night, Spitfire.” Soarin’ said with a chuckle. “We had an amazing time. She kicked my flank in pool though, I’m not used to losing, hehe.” Spitfire sat down, then continued, “Don’t think I’ve met anypony as nice as her before. It makes it even more fun to hang around her.” Fleetfoot from across the training room entered the conversation, “Really? Tell me about this mare. Why are you friends with her?” “She’s the one I met yesterday around noon. I actually knew the filly since grade school. She’s just as nice as the day we met, but she was nice probably because I was there to save her from some bullies. I think that’s why she’s so nice; doesn’t want to be a bully. Or something like that. I’m rambling. But anyways, I really can’t wait to hang out with her again, and escape the world of being famous.” “Wow, you really like this mare, don’t you?” Soarin’ provoked, just out of boredom. “I know what you’re getting at, just stop it.” The yellow Pegasus said. Stallions and their obsession with lesbians, I swear. “What? You’ve never been this happy to talk about anypony before. Not even Soarin’ when you guys were dating.” Fleetfoot stated with an agreeing nod from Soarin’ who was across the training room, lifting some weights with his wings. “I could never be a filly fooler. I’d lose fans, parents of young fillies would tell their fillies I’m a bad influence. It’s not an option. I mean seriously, I’d be like a pariah.” “I like how never denied your attraction to her, you just gave reasons to why it would be bad for ponies to know you did,” Soarin’ quipped, “Why should you care what other ponies think, I mean, you’re acting as if your thousands and thousands of fans would instantly forget about you because of that.” Spitfire sighed, closing her clothing rack, her uniform on her back, “I finally make a friend and you two have to ruin it for me. Next race, you’re getting your flank kicked, Soarin’” Spitfire didn’t wait for Soarin’s response, she quickly trotted towards her changing room which was a room all the way on the left down a hallway from the training room. It wasn’t extremely fancy; it just had the items any non-unicorn would need to help prep themselves. The Pegasus extended her right wing outward and left her suit and goggles on top of it. I do feel really happy when I am around her. Relaxed, even. Spitfire wasn’t one to lament on the question at hand without actually doing anything; she liked to explore and find the answer herself. Spitfire knew she was happier around Colgate than anypony else, but is one day after being reunited as friends enough to gauge whether her feelings for the unicorn were more than just temporary feelings of elation about having a new friend? Only time would tell. She’s obviously not a filly fooler, and I don’t really consider myself one so I should just enjoy the fact we’re friends. After finally fitting herself into her tight uniform, she sat up, walked out of her dressing room, taking a right then exiting into the small track field where a few other non-Pegasus ponies were jogging. She took a second to enjoy the morning breeze, then she put on her goggles and leapt into the air. As she ascended, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the wind blowing across her face and through her mane. The Pegasus glided at a high speed over the track, taking a sharp left turn to the make turn around. She particularly liked the feeling of drifting; her wings motionless and quiet, the smell of the outside air filling her nostrils. Flying alone was one of the few purely enjoyable events in her day before practice. However, this day her mind started to drift. When Colgate smiled at me when I first met her at the bar, my heart skipped a beat. I thought it was because I was nervous about hanging with a friend. I just don’t know if that’s really why… Spitfire hit the turn and ascended a little higher, to where she was equivalent with the seats in the back; the highest row. I feel I am just overreacting. Maybe the just the idea of me being a filly fooler has made me overreact. I’m not a fillyfooler, so I should just forget about this. Feeling her speed increase, Spifire dipped down, then pulled back into a backflip. She saw the training building, and then peaked when she could see the ground, using an extra push from her wings to pull off a fairly impressive backflip. She grinned, enjoying the surge of adrenaline she always got from doing that particular trick. The day was quite windy, Spitfire loved to test herself on days with bad weather. It was a good day for training, and one she felt she needed. She knew she had a lot of performances coming up, and perfecting her abilities was a never ending job. The next day the Wonderbolts would arrive in Las Pegasus for their first show of the next month. They’d perform three to four times a week, each in a different part of Equestria. Spitfire needed to keep her mind clear this next month. Being focused was a huge part of pulling off challenging routines in their performances. Spitfire forced herself to push aside any drama and once again just focus on work. That’s what her career has become: work. <><><><><><><><><> “We played pool for what seemed like hours, we played darts, we drank lots of cider, I probably had too much. Sorry if I woke you up last night, I couldn’t tell up from down.” Colgate said, in the early morning to Carrot Top, “She told me how awesome it feels to fly, and told her how awesome it is to not be famous!” “Seems you’ve hit a good luck streak. I mean, jeez, you get a free V.I.P pass to one of their mini-racing things, then you’re friends, then you’re like best friends. With a Wonderbolt! Sometimes I question whether you’ve gone to see that Zebra to cast a luck spell on you or something.” “Being kind pays off. That’s all she wanted; a nice friend to hang out with. But on a totally unrelated not, seeing her without a uniform on made me feel really fat.” Among other things… “You’re not fat, you’re just not in extremely great shape like she is. No need to call yourself fat. You always do that, heh. Anyways, well you should use your good luck to be cool with all of the Wonderbolts. I mean, why not?” “I didn’t do this to meet Spitfire because she’s a Wonderbolt, Carrot Top. I did this because she’s my friend. Anyway, she told me we’re not going to be able to hang out for a month.” Carrot Top sat up and gave her friend a confused look, “Why?” “She’s going across Equestria with the Wonderbolts. But here’s the good news. There’s going to be a party here when she’s back, and she’s going to have me come. I can’t go looking like this, I need to shed some pounds, gain just a little muscle. Gotta have a nice flank if I’m finally going to meet the right stallion, right? I’m too pudgy right now, everypony there will be high class athletes and their friends. Gosh, I’m just nervous thinking about it.” “So that’s why you’re up so early. You’re going to jog, huh?” “Totally. I used to do it in high school, but it’s been a few…years. I can slim down nicely in a month though.” “Just for a party? Nopony’s going to notice if you’re going to wear a dress.” “Well, I am doing this for myself as well. If I do meet some stallion there and he likes me back, I don’t want him being a stud while I’m just some run-of-the mill Ponyville mare. I want to be a looker, too.” “You think you can handle being stared at? Stallions can’t handle themselves when they see a pretty lady.” Carrot Top said with a chuckle, walking towards the door. “Well, yeah. They’re also high class and a lot will have dates with them. Hopefully Spitfire doesn’t have a date, I don’t want to start off being the awkward third pony.” The unicorn said, levitating a glass of water and drinking from it. “Well, good luck jogging I guess.” The orange earth pony said, ready to push open the front door. “Have a nice day at the farm. Tell your mom I said hi!” Once Carrot Top left the house that they share, Colgate went and sat on their burgundy couch. I’m not too pudgy, I think I can get in fit shape in a few weeks if I can handle my urge for fat foods. Or limit myself on them. Or maybe have a one day of the week that I just pig out. NO. I must not eat an. Before discovering her ability for fast and precise dental work, Colgate had once aspired to be a track star. She jogged every morning, kept in great shape despite being awkward all throughout her teen years. It had been so long since she last jogged that she was excited, yet nervous to find out her cardio-vascular condition. I’ll have to tell Spitfire about my days on the track team. I wonder why I didn’t even think of that last night. Colgate continued to think about the upcoming party. She sipped on the remainder of a glass of water, then sat it carefully on the side table next to the couch. She sighed with happiness as she daydreamed about the party. I hope he’s tall, but I also hope he’s smart. Hopefully he notices my pearly whites! Should I let my mane grow out? Hopefully my dress looks nice. I hope I am not too awkward. “Wow, I feel like a teen all over again.” She said aloud for no particular reason. She sighed once more as she enjoyed her short daydreams. They almost turned into literal dreams when she realized how tired she was, getting up an hour early than usual. She blinked a few times, as if it could lessen the heaviness of them. Being up early wasn't exactly enjoyable for her. I better hurry up and get moving. Time to shed some pounds. As she headed out the door, Colgate’s thoughts drifted to the up and down night before. The night brought up a lot of questions about herself, however; the blue coated mare decided to correlate any negative moments from the night before to how drunk she was. I got so drunk, I was checking out Spitfire. HA! What a funny thing to do, totally unlike anything I’d ever do sober. It was easy for her to forget, it being what she presumed was caused by the alcohol she had drank. Her focus shifted to the month ahead and her weight loss and muscle gain. It would take a lot of hard work, but she was ready to return to her teenage weight.