Taking Flight The Fan-Fic
By: Drum_Stix
Original Song: PrinceWhateverer
WARNING: This will include bad/curse/cuss words, just a fair warning.
15 years have passed since the Wonderbolts were formed, but instead of just the original four it is now twelve. The newer members weren’t like Spitfire, Soarin’, Blaze, and Fire Streak. They weren’t homeless, they were all good friends, and were liked by many before their entry. The day was a day that the original four had waited a long time for, the day they’d have a rematch with the three pegasai. But, what they didn’t know was that they would be cheating... As Celestia, while they were asleep, had wound up modifying them. Using magic and sorts to make them even faster, which is why they thought their results after training were unbelievable... But yet, they still chose to believe it, they didn’t mind it, as they were doing this for revenge to a sort.
“Soarin’, Blaze, and Fire Streak I need to talk to you three in private.” Spitfire said, as the three walked over to her, they knew what she was going to ask, and they had already sorted it out. “Which of us three are going to race?”
“Well, we already had this planned. We were going to have you, me, and Blaze race.” Soarin’ replied,
“So you already planned? Without me?” She chuckled “Well, at least we didn’t need a debate about this, and it’s good to know that today we are going to get pay back.” Spitfire said,
“Heh, yeah they’ve had it coming for a long time!” Blaze said,
“Well, we should get one more round of training in, right?” Soarin’ asked, and Spitfire nodded her head. The four walked into the training room, with it empty, which they found a surprise, but also good for them. Fire Streak sat on a cloud, with a whistle in his mouth, and a stopwatch on his left.
“On your mark… Get set… Go!” He blew the whistle, as the three bolted past one and another, not bumping into each other, and flying in a good straight line. Fire Streak blew the whistle again, which told them to go their top speed. Spitfire and Soarin’ were neck and neck, Blaze not far behind, they were closing into the finish line, and Spitfire tried harder to flap her wings as fast as possible, and with luck, she wound up crossing the line one millisecond before Soarin’, and Blaze finishing two seconds later.
“Who… Won?” Spitfire said, breathing heavily
“You did.” Fire Streak said, and he looked at the stopwatch “Finished in twenty-three seconds. Better then the last three runs!” He chuckled
“Wow Spits… You got some speed in you… Good to know you’re racing…” Soarin’ said, trying to catch his breath
“What if they manage… To cheat… Again?” Blaze asked,
“Well… They cheat… We rematch again… But it’s not likely that they can… Match our speeds… To even cheat like… Before…” Spitfire said, still breathing heavily, and she just took a moment and rested.
“Well, we should go out there. Let the others have a chance in this room.” Fire Streak said smiling,
“Give us a moment to catch… Our breath… It’s not easy… Flying that fast…” Soarin’ said, as he sat on the ground, and Blaze did the same. Four minutes passed by, and they walked out of the room, and four other Wonderbolts went into the room, the sounds of a whistle blowing shortly after. Soarin’, Spitfire, Blaze, and Fire Streak all walked to Celestia, all bowing at her.
“You may rise.” Celestia said, almost knowing what they would say.
“Princess Celestia, we are ready to have the rematch if you can get us to where they are at.” Spitfire said, getting up with the other three not short behind her. Celestia nodded her head,
“I was wondering when you were going to ask to have me to you to them.” She said, smiling, as she teleported the four to the three pegasai’s turf, with the three behind them.
“Who are you, and what are you doing in our turf?” The leader of the group said, as Spitfire, Soarin’, Blaze, and Fire Streak turning around.
“Oh, you know all of us. Remember fifteen years ago? A race with a filly and a colt?” Spitfire said, taking off the flight goggles,
“Yes I do. I remember doing that with two fillies, and two colts. Now, answer my damn question!” The leader said, angrily at her
“I am Spitfire. One of those fillies you raced. This is Soarin’,” as she pointed to him, “The one who raced with me.” She smirked, “And we want a rematch.” This surprised the leader,
“Well… What about those two?” He said, pointing at Blaze and Fire Streak,
“Those are Blaze and Fire Streak. The other two ponies you raced.” Soarin’ said, “And we all know you cheated. Now, we want a good clean race, no cheating. You, and your to ‘goons’ against me, Spits, and Blaze.” The leader chuckled,
“A rematch eh? What if we win?” He asked,
“Then, we’ll leave you alone, and forget you cheated.” Blaze said, “But if we win, you have to stop racing. Or at least, stop cheating.” The leader smirked, and held out a hoof,
“You’ve got yourself a deal.”
To be continued…