Bombshells

by 007Delta

The History of the Wonderbolts

I spent the next hour or so packing. I didn't want to go to Canterlot, it was the last place I wanted to be, but if I wanted any chance of keeping my new life here in Ponyville, I was going to have to make some exceptions. As I ran about my house, I couldn't help but notice the weight around my neck. I was still wearing that beautiful blue arrangement of silver and sapphire, and for some reason... I felt guilty. I had no reason to really feel bad, after all, it was my necklace to begin with. I bought it, I took it home, and it was mine to give away or keep.

But then I kept thinking about that mare's crushed expression as she happily walked up to the jewelry store, after having saved up just enough bits, only for it to have been gone weeks ago. It made me feel horrible, and I hadn't even done anything. The sun shone through my windows, casting little patches of yellow light through the room. The sun was just now rising, as was most of Ponyville's residents, sparking a new day of happiness and opportunity... but I could only look sadly from my window.

I felt that slowly, I was becoming a selfish person. I'm about to go expose some news on my ex-teammates to keep my whereabouts a secret. The expensive gem I wear around my neck has been growing on me, the urge to give it away has been increasingly dying. What am I becoming? Am I a bad pony for doing all of this?

I took a good ten minutes to lay on my suitcase and ponder these thoughts. Just sitting there, thinking. I didn't feel good about any of it... I was caught in quite the conundrum. Well, I wanted privacy. I was a fool to think it would come cheap.

Before I left to go and expose the secrets of my friends, I wanted to get one last cup of coffee. I needed it right now.

I went to my bathroom and examined myself in the mirror. For a moment, I was shocked at the unfamiliar face staring back at me, before I remembered Photo Finish's mixture, and it's almost age defying effect on my body. Wow, I was stunning. I looked ten years younger, not that I was really old to begin with, I'm only middle aged, but still. God, I looked, just wow.

I ran my hoof through my now long hair, just playing with it. I hadn't had shoulder length hair since I was a filly, and it felt nice to have it grown out like this. I turned around in the mirror, examining my new look. As I looked myself over, I noticed it had made my figure more lithe. It took off a lot of the extra tone I had in my muscles, replacing them with more feminine curves. It made my flanks wider, and my muzzle just ever so slightly thinner. What the hell was that stuff? How come I'd never heard of it before? This was incredible. Well, at least that improved my mood a little.

I walked out of my house, a slight smirk on my face as I thought about the reactions I would get to my new body. I went downstairs and opened the door, greeting the morning air with a deep breath. As I emerged from my home, I noticed a group of three stallions looking my way, their faces laden with slight surprise. Wow, already? They were looking at me quite intently, following my every move with their eyes. For once, being watched didn't feel so bad. I used my back hoof to sweep the door closed in a rather suggestive manner, causing one of the stallions to visibly gulp. I chuckled to myself like a foal with a new toy, seeing the effect of my newfound power, before beginning my journey to the café.

I turned heads on every street I walked on. For a moment, I was able to forget about the deplorable things I was going to do in order to maintain my privacy, and simply enjoy the attention, which considering my motives for fleeing, was a very odd occurrence. Perhaps it was the fact that people were finally looking at me, and just looking. No pictures, no records, no names. Just me. Instead of maniacally monitoring my every move for something to put into a magazine, they just watched and appreciated me for what I was. It was a truly heartwarming experience.

It reminds me of when we first founded the Wonderbolts. However, if I'm going to tell you that story, I might as well start from the very begining, meeting Soarin as a foal.

Despite popular belief, Soarin and I didn't grow up in Cloudsdale, we shared our childhood up north in Vanhoover. Neither of us were expert flyers back then, I didn't even use my wings all that much as a filly. Flying was just an activity all the Pegasi did at recess, just as Unicorns did magic and the Earth Ponies played sports. Soarin and I weren't even friends back then, in fact, he bullied me in grade school. I hated him for most of my school days.

I used to run home, crying to my mom about him, pleading for her to talk to his mother, tell the principle, or beat him up, or something... But all she would tell me, is that bullies only did what they did to other ponies, because they weren't happy with something about themselves.

As time went on and the school days began drawing to a close, I found out why he bullied the other foals.

He couldn't fly.

Somehow, he had managed to hide the fact all through school, until one day, the teacher called in a coach from Cloudsdale to conduct a flight evaluation of the Pegasi, as part of the P.E. class. I remember the day so vividly. Soarin, the Pegasus that had bullied me all through school, had been humiliated in front of the entire class. At first, I laughed, I'll admit. It felt good to see the pony who caused you so much grief crash and burn in a burning ball of fire, but as the days went on and the bully became the bullied, I began to notice things.

Soarin was getting thinner, his coat was getting paler, his eyes were constantly burdened with dark bags underneath them. He refused to speak, he denied food, and he constantly had a hacking cough. As he fell deeper and deeper into a grim depression, I couldn't help but feel sadness for him. So one day, after school, I went to apologize. That day, my mother made me a blueberry cupcake for dessert, which were my favorite treats as a filly, but instead of saving the treat for myself, I decided to give it to Soarin.

To this day, I'll never forget what he did.

After I had said I was sorry and gave him the cupcake, he looked into my eyes for a good ten seconds. He held the cupcake gingerly in his hooves, before a tear fell down his eye and he gave me a hug. He sobbed on my shoulder for a few minutes before he ate the cupcake. The whole time Soarin sat there, he smiled at me. It was the gentlest, most forgiving smile that I had ever seen on a stallions face, and it was at this moment, we became friends.

In retrospect, it's hard to believe that one of the most elite flyers of all time couldn't fly as a colt.

At that point, Soarin and I were inseparable. We did everything together, played, worked, ate, you named it. Even through he couldn't fly, I didn't care. There was nothing that could have changed the way I felt.

His parents had known about his inability for a long time, and had hired specialist after specialist to try and teach him, but all of them were unsuccessful. You see, his wings were abnormally small for his age, and no matter what he did to get them big and strong, they would never be large enough to lift him off the ground.

he had all but given up by the time I reconciled with him, but believe me... The thought plagued him nonstop. He would work his tiny wings until they were so sore, he couldn't move them.

It wasn't until he was about 17 did his wings finally grow out. By that time, his muscles were damaged, strained, and overall unsuited for the sudden growth, and his wings looked deformed by the time they were grown to their full extent. The base of his wings were swollen and thick, while the tips tapered to almost bony flaps of feather and skin. It was a sad sight to look at, and believe me, no one was affected by it more than him, however, he managed to stay positive and kind despite his condition.

We had both recently gotten a job together. He and I were both working at, of all places, a coffee shop for whatever bits we could earn. My mother was beginning to fall ill, and the doctors had told me she didn't have much longer to live, and so I prepared to take control of the household and pay her medical expenses by getting a job. During this time, Soarin would lend me whatever spare money he had to try and help through my predicament, even going so far as to skip meals, just to give me the bits he had saved.

We lived like this for a year, when the Doctors told me she was due to die in the next few days. I spent those hours next by my mother's bedside, and like the gentlecolt he was, Soarin stayed with me for every minute. I cried until my eyes were itchy, and Soarin was there to catch every tear on his shoulder. She passed away the following morning.

I was emotionally destroyed by this, and lashed out at most of my friends. I got fired from the coffee shop in a week, and got arrested for assaulting my boss. Luckily, he chose not to press charges, which he stated he would do if Soarin did him a favor. I'm not sure what exactly he asked of him, but everytime I bring it up, Soarin would visibly clam up and try to change the subject. A few days after the "favor," he quit his job at the coffee shop for reasons he wouldn't tell me.

However, there was some good news in all of this. Soarin had been attending muscle therapy for his wings, (where he got the money, I have no idea.) and they were finally showing some results. His wings were still a little deformed, but they were fixed enough to try and fly on.

And so, I taught him how to fly. It took him a whole month before he was able to successfully take off, glide, and land without injuring himself, and never in my whole life had I ever seen anypony so happy. When he flew, his face would light up with joy, and his eyes would brighten with glee. He couldn't believe that he was finally able to use the wings on his back.

It was at about this time when I first met Spitfire. She was a construction worker who had been consigned to a large building complex in Vanhoover close to the place I lived. I used to walk by the building site everyday and watch them put together the structure floor by floor, and every day, I would see Spitfire barking order after order at each of her subordinates. I never thought much of her at first, except that she was really loud and bossy, and she was the only mare in that construction team. All the stallions took orders from her, and as a result, she tends to act, well, masculine.

Okay, I'm not going to mince words, she was a straight up butch when I first met her. In fact, the first words she ever said to me were, "Why don't you come up here sugar flanks?"

She was catcalling as she ate lunch with the construction team. It was your classic cliché setup, they were all sitting on a long steel girder with brown bags to their sides. I didn't pay her much mind that day, I just kept on walking. This went on for a good week or so. Whenever I would pass the site, she would make some sort of lewd remark and whistle at me like a stallion, until one day, she stopped me outside of her job.

She straight up asked me to go out with her. I didn't even know her name at the time. She didn't even hesitate, she just asked me to go to a dinner with her at this sports bar down the road. She was confident and loud, and typically someone I wouldn't associate myself with, but... I was a confused mare back in those days, so I said yes.

A couple hours later, she arrived at my doorstep and we walked over to the bar. We sat down and ordered a few drinks, making small talk about whatever we could think of. Eventually the conversation turned to sports, and Spitfire told me that it was her dream to become an athlete. Back then, that dream of becoming athletes was just that; a dream. None of us had any idea that one day, it would become a reality.

5 days later, she broke up with me, her reason for doing so was boredom (shut up, I didn't have any experience with mares before,). The relationship was so ephemeral, that I wasn't really even phased by it. It was just, well, over. However, she was still my friend, which I know sounds stupid and ridiculous, but that's how it was. There wasn't even any awkwardness between us, she treated it exactly like it was. We just weren't dating anymore.

Soon, Spitfire began expressing discontent with her life, saying that she wanted to quit her job as a construction worker and pursue her career as an athlete. Soarin encouraged her to do so, saying that it was important to follow your dreams and live to be who you wanted to be, and that day, Spitfire really took those words to heart. Spitfire, in a fit of destiny driven pride, marched to the construction yard and announced her resignation, much to the confusion of the night shift workers. We started our career as the Wonderbolts that night

At first, we were a running group. Spitfire wanted to include us all in the sport she chose, and obviously, Soarin wasn't capable of keeping up with us on his wings yet, so we decided to start out as a track team. We put in a whole bunch of money to have custom made spandex suits for our group, and began training shortly after. We entered in a competition about a month later, and we... Well, we came last in every event we tried out for. The competition was made completely of Earth Ponies, who kind of had the advantage of being on the ground their whole lives, as opposed to us Pegasi.

However, Spitfire was not deterred. The next day, Soarin came over to my house and told me about his new flying exercise; swimming. He had been using swimming as a workout for his wings. The constant water resistance and muscle use, were doing wonders for his rather sad pair of wings, but thanks to his exercise, they were stronger than ever. After Spitfire heard about this, she had the brilliant idea to try and become swimmers.

The mayhem that followed is... Too ridiculous to tell you about. I don't even want to discuss how miserably we failed in the water, more specifically, Spitfire. Swimming was a sport that was ill suited to the pony anatomy, and required much more strength than we realized, but Soarin's manic workout hours had given him the physical strength of three stallions, making him both graceful and smooth in the water.

Anyhow, the only thing we retained from our swimming days, or more appropriately, the one day we tried swimming as a group, were three pairs of goggles. We were trying to think of some other sport we could all try and partake in, and finally, we settled on flying. As you know, Spitfire had initially denied this idea, due to Soarin's lack of flight experience, but after a lot of pleading and promises of how he could get better, she finally accepted.

This is where we finally met with some success. Soarin had been exercising his wings like crazy since the muscle therapy paid off, and his wings finally looked like that if any other Pegasus, and as a result of his new ability to work his wings, he became a huge contributing factor in our group. In fact, it was his idea to use the spandex suits and the goggles we had to make our costumes that have become so famous over the years.

during the next few years, we slowly evolved into the aerobatic group that swept Equestria. Along the way we met Misty Fly, Rapidfire, and everyone else who eventually joined the group. Most people like to think the Wonderbolts are just Spitfire and Soarin, but believe it or not, there are actually 11 of us. Six mares and five stallions. We really came a long way to become what we were.

When I finally snapped out of my memories, I realized that I had walked past the coffee shop. In fact, I had already left town. I frowned sadly as I thought about my friends. Could I really betray them like this? After all the work we put in together?

I buried my head in my hooves, letting my now long hair fall in front of my face. What do I do?

I had already been fired from the group, but still. I couldn't just backstab them... I can't just leave them for dead.

Perhaps I could just get a really pointless story about them, something the public would eat up, but not necessarily care about, yeah maybe I could do that. Then, I could please Photo Finish and still leave my friends relatively untouched in this fiasco.

Actually, now the I thought about it, that was a great idea. It solves all my problems and keeps everyone out of the line of fire. How had I missed this before?

I began to gallop my way back home, eager to put my new plan into action.

Author's Note:

Well, I decided to create my own official head canon about the Wonderbolts' origins. I hope you guys like it,

Leave me a comment on what you think, I'm eager to hear your thoughts and opinions!

Comments

[Tennis Match Fan]

Fleetwood! Go help Bon Bon!

Him and I were both working at,

it's "he and I" because if you take out "and I" and change the verb form it should say "he was working" not "him was working."

[007Delta]

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Thank you for that. I try to catch everything I can when I proofread, but it's obvious I need an editor,