A/N So Ive changed the cover picture (AGAIN) because the last one didnt seem suitable enough and this one looks like a sort of teenage Spitfire and looks like the one in this fic. And I have ALSO changed the description too!. I am busy man!
Anyway, very sorry for wait, Ive started three other fics and they are in the first chapter status, so Ive been busy writing other stuff. And Ive have been transferred to a permanent air force base this time and wont be going home for a long time, so I wont have much time to do my fics, sorry for the problems it might/will cause.
And the story is now set 17years before the events of Mlp Fim for plot reasons.
And for now, the shit hits the fan.
A/End.
(Something that I remember hearing from Moscow, on the Моско́вский метрополите́н (Moscow metro) where a guy with a guitar sang this, it didn't rhyme at all but the words had meaning, I think that it fits in with the current situation between Soarin and Spitfire. ).
Do you ever realise, looking through your eyes.
The pain that rains all the time.
Do you ever feel?
Do you ever see?.
Sometimes I feel that everything I do is not enough.
That you think I'm a duff'.
What and ever.
They say we can be never.
I dont believe that.
But do you?
"Firey Début.".
The same day.
8:34
Main runway.
I stood awkwardly in the early hours of the morning on my own with my flying goggles strapped to my forehead, ready to be used while the other lead ponies stood beside me in a line, their wing ponies behind them. Unfortunately for me, I looked like a total idiot because Soarin hadn't arrived yet, he was the only one NOT present and the complete moron was supposed to be MY wingpony, he was supposed to be dependable, to be by my side while I soaked up the the glory. And yet Mr Soarin is not here... bastard.
I felt angry, pissed off. Soarin had really fucked it up this time and I stomped a hoof into the ground out of sheer rage.
Ironic how he's always up my arse when I don't need him, and when I do Soarin is nowhere to be found
Steel Hammer was paired up with Red Thorn and they looked like they were having fun, chatting to each other and exchanging numbers. While I stood around clenching my teeth angrily on my own and without a wingpony...without Soarin.
"Cadets, attention!".Just like yesterday the sound of a screaming stallion pierced the air and made everypony shut up instantly. And thus Fulcrum landed on the runway with a huge *thump* and took everypony's attention.
None of us needed instructions to face forwards, 19 heads looked onwards while the huge pegasus stood infront of the assembled committee and he pointed to a load of objects that were being flown into position by support staff of the Wonderbolts.
"Today, your first exercise is to fly around this simple obstacle course, it is very basic and I'm sure ALL of you will be ABLE to PROVE your skills". He grunted, his heavy voice dripping with sarcasm and I almost giggled at how he said it.
The rumours are right, Captain Fulcrum does indeed hate all of us with every fibre of his being. Unfortunately for me, I started a barely surpassed laugh that got everypony's attention.
They all looked at me, every single one of them and Fulcrum shot me a death glare that made most of the ponies present cringe.
"Sorry". I apologised and went back to staring forwards, trying to be obnoxious to the fact that all attention was on of me,
"Well, if it isn't Spitfire... where's Soarin...your WING pony?". Less than second later, Fulcrum appeared and he stood in my face, his height advantage used to full as he towered over me.
"Dunno, maybe he got lost". I joked, trying to not seem scared and instead trying to appear calm.
It did the trick and Fulcrum searched himself for a answer before pointing at the now-complete obstacle course. I thought I had him good that time, that he would leave me alone and I could go back to bed or something.
But no.
He just had to look in the direction of that fucking obstacle course.
"Good answer, your the first one to try my new "master piece out"....dont.fuck.it.up".He grinned before looking at me expectantly.
"What?". I mumbled, not really feeling like myself this morning.
"Hurry up, or do I have to send you home as an example Spitfire?, your Wingpony isnt here either so it's.all.up.to.you".Fulcrum grinned and I could tell that he was enjoying watching me squirm in dissatisfaction.
Come on Spitfire, you can do it.
Why would I?.
Because what's Fulcrum going to think if you cant be bothered to do something as simple as that?.
I dont know...
What would Havoc think?, he likes you and your just taking that chance away.
Nobody said he likes me.
What are you going to be if you cant do it?. Whats going to be left of Spitfire?
I dont know, I feel tired. I want to go back to bed.
Do you think THAT'S a Wonderbolt attitude? Do you think the Bolt's get up every morning and react like this?.
I just....
Do YOU want to become a Wonderbolt?. DO YOU want to see yourself and become Captain Spitfire?.
Yes I do...but I just..
Shut up and do it Spitfire, you know you can do it. You just have to reach into yourself and pull that confidence out, the fire that resides in you. The molten confidence that only Spitfire..has.
I....I...I can do it!.
Attta girl!. Go get em Spitfire!.
"Can you do it?". Fulcrum jeered as I stood still, finishing my internal conversation.
I grinned.
"Watch this, and make sure to time it. Ill be done in no-time". I simply stated before trotting, and then galloping. Picking up speed and going faster and faster until I zoomed past the line of ponies, I flashed a wink at one of the stallions and he blushed red before falling over.
"Time to shine". I smiled to myself and let the golden rays of the sun reflect on my body, I looked like a really gold mare now and I knew that nothing in the world would stop me from being a Wonderbolt.
Maybe Mr Lackluster Wingpony might..
Shut up.
Just saying.
I opened my wings and let them span out fully. I breathed inwards and felt the glorious feel of wind on wings before taking flight. I felt...better, much better than being stuck on the ground, for a pegasus like me. Even college and being stuck in a classroom meant being grounded and that's something I hated, so I took cheerleading instead because girls cant play hoofball or stuff like that.
"Show off". One of the guys below me grunted and I just grinned at him before putting my flight goggles on and making way for the obstacle course. It was a few miles long in length with various rings to fly through, some thunder clouds, and other stuff that might pose a problem.
This wont take long, in and out and Ill show the Wonderbolts that I AM WHAT they are looking for!. I confidently thought to myself as I approached the first leg of the obstacle course.
Around 13 minutes later....
Well I was wrong, the course looked simple enough and I remember flying through the various loops and making hundreds of turns, I was off to a good start and did the first bit quickly. I felt better hearing the cheers of my fellow trainees as I seemed to overcome every obstacle with precision and grace. Even Fulcrum looked like he was half excited, half confused by my display. Spitfire was winning!.
And then it started to rain.
"Fuck". I swore as I passed a now slowly-beginning-to-drench floating hoop, then I had to swerve round a double rainbow which had somehow materialised right in front of me.
Weird weather, this will have to do.
And so for the next few minutes I was flying around as fast as possible.
Later on I would learn that I had set a fast time as this course was supposed to unnerve and make the ponies flying in it go as slow as possible. The idea to test their strength and determination in a gruelling battle of attrition. It used to work well on the old Wonderbolts and other ponies that weren't used to hard work.
I wasn't used to hard work.
But I muscled through the barrier of clouds on my final approach anyway, the ponies who built this never expected me to come through!, nothing could stop me as I closed my wings for more streamlining. The wind hit my googles and shoved them further against my head as I kept going faster and faster, for the first time in my life I felt the real speed. And I was enjoying the slipstream behind me, that I was creating!.
I can do this!, I can set a time!.
And so in a blaze of Spitfireness I smashed through the finishing line and wiped the grin off Fulcrums face as he saw the time when I landed. I knew I had him, even without Soarin I had still blown the course's reputation to pieces and that made my confidence soar, I knew I wasn't a bad flyer afterall!.
Take that college!. For giving me shit grades!
"So yeah, your on the same time as Firestorm. Not bad Spitfire, not bad at all". The captain of the Wonderbolts quickly regained his composure and stood next to me.
I guess I looked a bit too angry as Fulcrum visibly cringed.
"I guess that's a good time then".I calmly looked at him and gave Fulcrum a "are you fucking kidding me" look.
"14 mintues and 12seconds, not bad rookie, not bad at all". He managed a half smile which was good enough I guess in his way to congratulating.
Wait.
Brain processing......
I have the same time as Firestorm.
....
I HAVE THE SAME TIME AS THE FASTEST WONDERBOLT OF THEM ALL, I ROCK I ROCK I ROCK I ROCK.
Have you seen Firestorm fly?, you cant seem him fly because he's soo fast. He makes Havoc look like a foal just learning to fly and I have his time?. He's like ZOOOOMMM everywhere, those massive black wings pointed black like a raven, those firey streaks engulfing everything behind him in flames and I....
Moaned in pleasure.
I couldn't stop thinking about him, those exciting big muscles combined with the sheer sexiness of the guy made me sequel.
Everypony looked at me.
Having realised what I had done, my wings unfurled and stiffened as the blood rush became intense and so.
I collapsed and slammed on the ground, squealed excitedly (in that order) and then passed out because off to much ecastasy.
With a strange happy smile on my face.
As I was slowly giving in to the bliss of pleasure, I heard a fast fluttering of a pair of wings and then a stop, followed by a trotting sound. Strangly enough, I know who it was before they started talking.
Soarin....
"Sorry I'm late, hit my head on a brick wall". He apologised heavily.
"You serious?, that black eye and bruised legs like totally like the brick wall did it, sure you haven't been in a fight Soarin?". A female voice coos.
"No I'm sure....whys Spitfire on the floor?". Wow he sounds caring.
"Shes in the middle of a orgasm so strong that she fell over". Thank you for the information, like everypony needs to know.
"Right.... does anypony know what she's doing lat-" Soarin asked, sounding like the pervert that he is. Still its nice to know that he has an excuse so I dont bust his flank next time I see him.
"Yeah, going to mine. Buzz off Soarin". A more powerful stallions voice echoed around the runway.
Ah, on time Havoc.
I felt a pair of strong hooves pick me up before I finally fell asleep.
Somewhere....
Soarin.
Thump thump thump thump
Soarin finds himself in a unfamiliar room, or what looks like to be a room as there are small little windows in the "room" that tell him that he is in a rapidly moving object. He can hear a steady "thump" that seems to be originating from the top of the "room".
"Where am I?". He asks no-one in particular.
"In a MI-24". A voice answers and Soarin jumps back slightly as a tall two legged creature appears from a door.
"What? who? where?, whatthefuckamIdoinghere?whothefuckareyou?". The stallion asks too many questions for his mouth to handle but the creature just chuckles slightly.
"You don't need to be scared, I don't bite at all. Unless its roleplaying of course".The creature smirks before sitting down and crossing its legs.
"Why am I here, should I be at the Wonderbolts academy?". Soarin questions the creature, he wants to know exactly why but the nervous look on his face says something else.
Fear.
"Because your doing a shit job Soarin, and I am having to bail you out with some help".
"What?".
"Yes, the love of your life doesnt like you at all, she is falling for Havoc at a rapid pace. Question is, do you want that to happen?".
"No of course I don't, but its hard trying to get to know somepony if they don't know you". Soarin bites his lip and admits that he might not be doing the whole "relationship" thing well.
"Well my friend, I can help you out there. Drink this Vodka, its a confidence booster and sing this song". The creature throws the Wonderbolt-in-training a bottle and a CD.
"Ok, but who are you?".
"Names Vladimir, overworked, underpaid and complete alcoholic".
Soarin gets a look at Vladimirs face, his eyes have got heavy blackness under them and there are deep lines in his cheeks, indicating that he doesn't laugh much.
"Do I need to know anything about Spitfire?". He asks, rapidly willing to accept whatever "Vladimir" says so he can go home.
"She's looking for a relationship Soarin,not a fuck buddy, now leave".
With impossible speed and strength, Vladimir darts across the cabin of the MI-24, opens the slideaway doors and picks Soarin up by the neck, of course the pony struggles but he finds the creature overpowering, soon his is powerless and with a gasp of horrific realisation, he knows that Vladimir is going to throw him out, its also cold. Like REALLY cold, the wind hits Soarin with a icy temperature that would freeze a manticores balls off.
"Don't kill me, I'm too busy to die...".
"Do svidanya Soarin". Vladimir stands at the door and throws Soarin right.
He sees that the pony has gone through the portal.
"Sometimes if they cant do it, you have to push them along until they land on top of each other". He mutters before getting back to work.