Chapter 49: A Little Chaos Goes a Long Way
MLP: FiM
Piercing the Heavens
By: Calm Wind
Chapter 49:
“Skittles, I’ve about had it up to here with your stallion and all this magic crap,” Silver huffed as the two of them emerged in the lobby and turned towards the doors to the barracks. “Different colored lightshow… acting like a sass ass… damn fake horns…” Silver grumbled as Dash just awkwardly looked away. It was still kind of weird to have Silver refer to Soarin as ‘her stallion.’
She had been so careful about keeping it quiet, but apparently Soarin chatted their ears off about her and it was common knowledge. At least to the elite Wonderbolts it was, but she’d rather still keep it quiet around the recruits to avoid suspicion of favorites.
Even though she was getting private lessons from Silver.
Maybe she was just overthinking it.
“Sorry… I guess…” Dash replied, not quite sure how to respond. She looked up as Silver chuckled.
“Just too much weird shit. It’s gonna give me more grey hairs…” Silver shook his head. Dash blinked and looked at Silver’s mane.
“More…? Ah!” Dash quickly threw a hoof over her mouth as Silver stopped in his tracks and glared at her. Dash quickly released two fake coughs before shaking her head out and putting on a very fake serious face. “I agree, sir!”
“I’ll just bet…” Silver rolled his eyes as they entered the hall and approached the door to their barracks.
Dash gave him a sheepish grin as Silver put his hoof to the door. He took a deep breath and turned his head back to her.
“I’m going to make this very clear right now Dash,” his tone took a very serious turn. Dash paid attention. It had become a reflex. Any time Silver’s voice took this tone, her ears were up and she was taking in every syllable like it was the word of Celestia herself. “Just because I have taken you under my wing for personal training… DOES NOT mean you will be getting any favors during out normal training days. In fact, you are still being watched under higher expectations than the rest. Don’t forget that,” his stern look was unwavering. Dash took in all of his words and then nodded obediently.
“Yes sir,” she replied formally.
“SO GET YOUR BLUE ASS IN THERE!” he suddenly yelled in her face while yanking the door open. Dash flinched and froze for a moment, but as soon as it all registered, she quickly trotted through the door. Silver entered behind her and quickly walked past her into the room with all the recruits still moving about.
All the recruits moved out of Silver’s path as soon as they realized his presence. They all just saw him get beat up… but none of them were aware that he had just turned that outcome around on Soarin. Silver walked right to his room and slammed the door behind him.
Dash made her way into the room and took in her surroundings. She stopped immediately and blinked at something that was out of place.
Storm Front?
He was in their barracks talking to Matteo. At first it seemed strange, but after thinking about it, Storm had mentioned how much he missed being with them. Storm was accepted into the elites, but Dash could imagine how it would feel if one was suddenly pushed in among celebrities. Storm missed the even plain camaraderie he had with them. It was easier for him to relate and interact with them. Plus, it seemed like he and Matteo had a mutual respect for each other, so they probably wouldn’t pass up the chance to catch up and trade stories of what’s happening around them.
There was no sign of Thunderlane or Twister… Dash prayed for Thunderlane’s sanity if the two were in the bathroom at the same time. She kept trotting and glanced to her left as she approached her bunk. Squall was sitting on his bed, his back propped against his pillow, arms crossed and sulking.
Seriously, what crawled up his ass and laid a baker’s dozen of eggs? Was he capable of not being dark and broody? He was actually starting to bother Dash.
She couldn’t get a read on him. No matter how hard she tried, Dash just couldn't figure him out. It wasn’t like Twister, who was just plain weird. Squall was a mystery. His drive and his motives all seemed… clouded. She didn’t know what made him click or why he was always so rude. Most of the time, stuff like that would be paired with some sort of life experiences that were clear and present, but nothing gave Dash the feeling that he was feeding off colthood drama or angst. He just… always… seemed… MAD. What could—
“YOU!”
Dash’s ears stood up and she cringed as somepony yelled so loudly directly into her ear, it felt like her brain was vibrating. Dash pulled back and shook her head out before turning and looking directly into the glaring eyes of Little Star, hovering at eye level.
“Uh…” Dash blinked. “What?”
“Ooooooohohoho, don’t you ‘what’ ME young lady!” Little Star hovered closer. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Um… I’m very confused?” Dash had no idea what Star was getting at. Star pouted.
“Maybe I should go ask SOARIN then?” she lifted her brow slowly.
Dash’s eyes widened so fast it nearly strained her eyelids.
What?
Wait…
Oh no…
“S-Soarin? What about… Soarin?” Dash stuttered. This was bad. This was REALLY bad.
“Don’t play dumb!” Little Star glared at her. “I’m so angry with you!” she pressed her face into Dash’s making her neck recline.
“Uh… I mean… what?” Dash sputtered. Star hadn’t given any specifics yet, but…
“You’ve got lots of explaining to do…” Star turned her back to Dash. Dash was about to speak up and fail to divert the conversation, but before she could, Star whipped back around, grabbed Dash by the face, and smiled giddily with starry eyes. “BECAUSE I’M SO JEALOUS!!!!!!!!!” she yelled while shaking Dash’s face.
“What…?” Dash blinked as Little Star let go and did a little pirouette in the air.
“You’re in a relationship with one of Equestria’s most well known celebrities!!! How did you nab such an incredible stallion?! IT’S NOT FAIR!!!!!” she wailed while shaking Dash harder.
“STAR!” Dash reached up and yanked the little mare off her face. She looked back and forth hoping not too many were looking at her. Most weren’t, but Storm and Matteo we looking over with curiosity. “Will you keep it down!?”
“But whyyyyyyyy?” Her little wings buzzed as she giggled and pressed her hooves against her cheeks while smiling and blushing. “It’s so awesome and adorable! How long have you two been together?!” she pressed. Dash couldn’t believe this.
“How the hell did you find out?!” Dash tried to pry information from her.
“So…” Storm’s voice. Dash gulped and glanced to her left. Both Storm and Matteo were approaching. She was trapped. “You and Soarin, huh?” he smirked. Dash felt like she was going to die of embarrassment and anxiety. “When I heard, I just had to drop by and ask for myself… how did you keep it so well hidden?” Storm showed no signs of hostility, but Dash kept fearing this wasn’t going to be good. She was about to press Storm how they found out but— Matteo made it awkward.
“You’ve chosen a fine mate,” Matteo nodded. “He is an incredible warrior.”
“I GOTTA GO!” Dash dropped Little Star on the floor and turned around to walk back out of the barracks, but the moment she turned she felt something land on her back, and Twister’s head suddenly lowered down in front of hers. Dash froze in place as he sneered at her upside down.
“It sounds like sompony’s sex life is…” Twister paused and slowly placed a pair of sunglasses over his eyes. “SOARIN!!!”
A loud ‘YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!’ suddenly blared over the P.A. system in the barracks.
Less than three seconds later, Silver burst out of his room in a fit of rage. He held up a CASSETTE PLAYER in his hoof, and on his wing beside it he balanced a cassette tape that was labeled ‘YEAH (5 seconds).’
“FIRST OF ALL, WHICH ONE OF YOU BRAVE LITTLE SHITSTERS WENT INTO MY ROOM AND TOUCHED MY BELOVED P.A. SYSTEM?!?!?!” Then surprisingly he calmed down and held up the cassette player. “Secondly, how the hell did you get my old cassette player to work? It’s been dead for fifteen years…” he held it in front of his face and began fiddling with it. It seemed to preoccupy him, and all worry of punishment for the P.A. was dispelled… but Dash blinked and looked around. Twister was again… gone. Disappeared as quickly as he appeared. Dash flattened her ears. She was getting tired of HIS shit a little too. Dash growled.
Escape was pointless, they clearly all knew. They didn’t seem to be very angry or weirded out by it… which was a plus, but she seriously wanted to know how it was discovered. She sharply turned to Matteo, Storm, and Little Star and pointed sharply at them.
“OKAY! FINE! Soarin and I are a thing! How the hell did you guys find out?!” she threw her hooves out.
On cue, the door to the stallion’s bathroom opened.
Thunderlane strolled casually out of the bathroom with a towel slung around his neck and his toothbrush tucked behind his ear. He was whistling 'Winter Wrap Up' as he made his way back over to his bunk beside Dash’s. The group all stared at him as he walked by and kept staring as he hung up his towel, and put away his toothbrush while whistling the tune cheerfully. He finally turned and saw all of them staring at him, his whistle slowly stopping and trailing off as he blinked at all of them.
“What?” he blinked as Dash looked between him and the other three. Storm, Matteo, and Little Star all pointed at Thunderlane. Dash’s ears folded back and she gritted her teeth as she slowly turned her head and glared at Thunderlane. “Oh…” Thunderlane’s ears flopped down in realization. A long, awkward silence passed with Dash glaring and Thunderlane’s eyes darting back and forth. He ended up putting on a VERY fake smile and slowly lowered himself down until he disappeared behind the bed.
“OH NO YOU DON’T!” Dash yelled as she leapt over Thunderlane’s bed. She blinked as she landed on the other side, he was gone? No… she heard a shuffling noise. She glanced under his bed and saw him frantically pulling himself along the floor under the bed and out the other side. “Hey!” Dash gave chase as Thunderlane tried to cross the barracks. She reached him before he could get past, but their legs clashed mid-stride and she stumbled into him. Thunderlane was forced towards a nearby bed… right as Squall was stepping out into the aisle.
Dash eased up, but Thunderlane and Squall ended up tumbling into a heap on the floor.
“Ah! Sorry!” Thunderlane quickly apologized as he got up. Dash was ready to jump at him again, but she suddenly gasped in alarm.
Squall stood up sharply, growled, turned to Thunderlane, and delivered a sucker punch right into Thunderlane’s stomach.
“GAH!!!!” Thunderlane stumbled backwards and fell over, clutching his abdomen.
“HEY!” Dash exclaimed as she suddenly found herself switching from wanting to strangle Thunderlane to protecting him. She quickly ran up and put herself between Squall and Thunderlane as Squall advanced. “What the hell is your—WHOA!” Dash ducked as Squall threw a punch at her, it sailed right over her head, but it nearly whistled as it went by. He just tried to punch her really hard in the face! Dash blinked and looked directly at Squall. His eyes were alight with anger and he was grinding his teeth together so hard Dash was surprised they weren’t chipping.
Where did this come from? Little Star had been annoying the hell out of him and he barely retaliated against her… Thunderlane runs into him by accident and he loses his mind?! Dash yelped as Squall pulled back for another strike.
Dash’s instincts kicked in. She focused, anchored her back hooves to the ground, and put up a guard. She shifted and batted Squall’s punch away, throwing his momentum off. He grunted and stumbled to the side before regaining his hooves and glaring again. Dash shuffled to face him and put her guard back up. Squall tried again, this time Dash crossed her hooves and took the block head on. Her hooves skidded slightly, bumping into Thunderlane. She flinched and stumbled, Squall throwing a punch down towards her as she fell. Dash grunted and found solid ground with her back hooves, straightening her back for leverage as she blocked the incoming punch. She subtly compressed her body little by little to slow down and ultimately soften the blow before throwing it off.
“STOP!!!” Storm yelled as he made a move to approach and push them apart, but he was forced to a stop as a talon gripped his shoulder. Storm looked back and up at Matteo in confusion. “Matteo? What are you doing?!” he asked in disbelief. Matteo said nothing in response. He just pointed away from them. Storm followed Matteo’s gesture to see Silver.
Silver Lining was still standing outside his door with the old cassette player in hoof… but he was watching Dash and Squall fight. It seemed absurd that he wasn’t trying to stop it after the whole ‘don’t fight outside the battle dome’ thing, but after looking closer, Storm thought he saw… interest in Silver’s eyes?
Dash and Squall continued to tangle in the middle of the barracks with nopony trying to stop Squall, but it was almost as if nopony needed to.
Silver kept his eyes on Dash… trying to comprehend what he was seeing.
It was sloppy…
It was unrefined…
But Dash was blocking and deflecting Squall’s attacks… with the EXACT SAME techniques Silver had just used to fend off Soarin. Her motions, the way she shifted her body subtly to cushion a blow or throw Squall off. Silver had just done all of this… and Dash was copying him… almost move for move. Silver eventually found his mouth slightly ajar.
He had seen ponies who could copy abilities in the past… but nothing as advanced as his defensive tactics… it had taken him years to figure out how some of the moves worked, and here Dash was, doing it on the fly after seeing it less than an hour ago. It wasn’t prefect… but she was making it work regardless.
“Hup!” Dash grunted as she dodged right, turned, and grabbed Squall’s arm as his hoof passed by from behind her. She clamped down, and used his momentum to lift him up and throw him over her back. Squall cried out as he flew helplessly across the room.
His trajectory sent him right towards the wall where the group of three silly ponies Dash saw often were huddled together. The dark blue mare and the black stallion with glasses both yelped and jumped aside, but the light blue mare with the poofy green mane was crouched down, covering her ears.
“Huh?” she looked up and saw Squall flying at her. The black stallion reached back and yanked her out of the way with a yelp as Squall crashed against the wall upside down and fell to the floor.
Dash turned and reset her guard, standing ready for Squall to charge again.
“Squall!” she yelled as he growled at her. “SQUALL, STOP IT!” She yelled again, but he charged at her.
Right before he could throw another punch, Silver stepped up and got between Squall and Dash. Squall still threw the punch. Silver swiped his arm and hoof around, snatching Squall’s arm right out of the air and yanking him so hard towards the ground that Squall’s whole body flipped and crashed to the floor. Silver quickly twisted his arm around and pressed it to Squall’s body so he was in such an awkward position he couldn’t move without pain searing through his arm.
“Enough,” Silver said simply as Squall glared up at him from the corner of his eye. Dash exhaled and relaxed her body.
“Euuurrgghhh,” Thunderlane groaned behind her. Dash perked up and quickly turned to him, reaching down to help him stagger to his hooves.
“You okay?” Dash asked as Thunderlane coughed and shook his head out.
“The hell… was that… for?” Thunderlane sputtered as he tried to catch his breath. Squall had completely knocked the wind out of him. “Thanks…” he said to Dash as she helped him up. She pouted and jabbed him in the shoulder.
“I’m still gonna kill you later,” she hissed, making his eyes widen slightly and back away.
“SKITTLES!” Silver’s voice made Dash turn back around so fast she nearly tossed Thunderlane back to the floor.
“SIR!” she stood attention.
“Over here! Now!” he pointed to the floor beside Squall. Squall was back up and standing still. Dash had heard a few words exchanged between the two while she was tending to Thunderlane, but she didn’t pick out any specifics. Apparently, it calmed Squall down, because he was standing completely still and no longer glaring or growling.
“Yes sir!” Dash quickly moved and stood beside the suddenly docile Squall. Silver shook his head and grumbled.
“I thought I made it perfectly clear… about fighting outside the battle dome,” he said as he paced back and forth. Dash’s ears flopped down in realization. She… did just violate that rule, technically. “Sometimes I wonder if a single rule I put down gets through any of your thick skulls…” Silver’s voice however, was strangely calm. “Storm!” Silver suddenly turned to Storm Front. Storm flinched, stood attention and saluted.
“Yes sir?” he quickly replied.
“At ease son, come over here,” he quickly ordered. Storm blinked and relaxed before trotting over. Silver turned back to Squall and Dash. “Don’t do it again. Fifty push-wing-ups!” he turned to Storm. “Make sure they do them all,” Silver turned to look away from Dash and Squall. Dash noticed… throughout the last few seconds, Silver had kept randomly turning away from them.
“S-sir?” Storm was confused.
“You’re an elite Wonderbolt, kid. I gotta do something, make sure they do them all!” he repeated and started walking toward his room before Storm could reply.
“Uh…” Storm glanced at Squall and Dash. Both of them were still standing up. As weird as it felt, Storm swallowed and took a deep breath, remembering he was an elite Wonderbolt. It just felt strange giving out orders to ponies he was up until very recently on the same level as. “Fifty push-wing-ups! Um… get to it!” he tried to sound strict, but it would need some work.
Dash was also caught off guard. Storm, while she considered him a friend, was a superior officer. It felt weird doing so, but she quickly replied.
“Sir, yes sir!” she replied and got down. Squall only scoffed as he got down.
“Begin!” Storm yelled with a little too much gusto, cringing to himself as he felt it was a bit much.
Dash and Squall began doing the push-wing-ups. Dash groaned internally. Fifty of them? She was going to be dead at the end of it. She was surprised however, that the punishment was that light. After the hell Silver had given Squall and Matteo about fighting outside the battle dome, it felt like they got off really easy.
Out of curiosity Dash glanced to her left as she finished her tenth wing-push-up. Squall was glaring directly at her. She lifted an eyebrow as his eyes met hers. He no longer looked like a feral beast swinging his hooves wildly, his anger looked calm. Dammit, he was really getting on her nerves because she seriously couldn’t figure him out. What the hell was with the outburst of anger against Thunderlane? It seemed so uncontrolled and random.
She rolled her eyes and looked away as he kept glaring at her. Whatever it was with Squall, it wasn’t something simple. She just couldn’t see any reason behind the way he acted, at least not on the surface. What the hell was up with him?
Storm watched awkwardly as Dash and Squall carried out their punishment. It didn’t feel right giving orders to them, but he technically could now, and Silver requested it. Storm turned and glanced towards Silver’s room. Silver was still by the door and looking towards them. As soon as Storm turned, Silver looked away and acted like he was in the process of opening his door.
Storm swore… he swore to Celestia… that he saw a smile on Silver’s face before he disappeared through the door.
Silver was smiling.
And as soon as Silver was safe within his private room, he smiled wide and chuckled to himself.
“God damn…” he couldn’t stop laughing as he thought about what he just saw. “That mare… just… ha ha, what have I found?” he continued to smile as he trotted into his room.
“Why fight? Why try to contain it? You’re fighting a losing battle!”
Huh?
“I will not fail… and I will not fall…”
What…?
Soarin was hearing voices.
“There is nothing you can do to stop me… You will destroy him if you unleash your power… and I know you won’t take that risk… You’ve already fallen… and already failed. It’s only a matter of time.”
It was not a voice Soarin recognized, nor did it seem like a voice that could be recognized. It was constantly changing pitch, warped and just audible enough to understand the speech.
“You’re a fool… you are greatly underestimating me… and him! I swear as long as my strength remains… you will not succeed!”
Both voices while different pitches, were so warped and distorted that it was almost impossible to deduce which one was speaking.
“YOU WILL FAIL!”
“I WILL NOT!”
“I will NOT stand for this Princess!” Spitfire’s voice stirred Soarin. He groaned quietly as his eyes cracked open and the light of the room shined brightly into his pupils. “I’m done with all the mysteries! Soarin is a valued member of the Wonderbolts and my best friend. I’m tired of seeing his mind and body be kicked around by something caused by your sister that was supposed to save him, not torture him slowly!”
Soarin’s eyes adjusted. He was in Spitfire’s office, lying on the couch.
Was he dreaming just now? He had to be. It was weird. Voices in his head? It was the first weird dream he had had in a while, remembering some of the dreams he had when he first received the dark magic. He wondered if now that there was more magic bombarding him if it had its own dreams to give him. Again, too much and too complicated to think about with how much his head hurt.
He turned his head slightly to see Spitfire in the air and nearly pressing her face against Luna’s. Luna’s expression remained calm as Spitfire finished her rant.
“You can’t expect me to believe a sublime entity such as yourself has no answers for me!” Spitfire snarled. Luna huffed and glared slightly back into Spitfire’s eyes. Her magic shone from her horn and an aura surrounded Spitfire, pushing her away.
“We wish we could give you answers, we truly do,” she sighed and shook her head. “But we assure you, that this is far from a natural phenomenon we are experiencing… we are left in the dark just as much as you are.”
“What about Discord?” Spitfire suddenly asked. Luna blinked and lifted an eyebrow.
“What… ABOUT Discord?” she tipped her head to the side.
“Oh, come off it princess,” Spitfire swiped a hoof across her body. “All of you gods are in cahoots, I know you are. He knows something, but refuses to tell!”
“And…” Luna flattened her ears, “dost thou honestly expect he has told us?” she remarked as she flattened her brow to match her ears. Spitfire groaned in dissatisfaction.
“No shit, he hasn’t told you! But don’t you have even the slightest desire to possibly… I dunno, PRESS him about it!? Get him to talk?” Spitfire pounded her hooves together. Luna suddenly guffawed, releasing two loud, sarcastic laughs before leaning forward towards Spitfire.
“By all means thou art WELCOME to try! If thou can withstand his mischief,” Luna shook her head. “Thou would have a better chance at defeating a dragon with a sponge!” Luna clearly found it amusing because she kept releasing chuckles at random increments, suggesting she was trying to hold them back, but Spitfire’s suggestion was apparently just that farfetched.
Soarin’s head was starting to hurt even more from all the noise from their argument, so he decided to make himself heard.
“Could you two… argue any louder?” Soarin said weakly. The bickering instantly ceased as both Spitfire and Luna turned sharply towards Soarin. “Guy can’t even get some sleep around here…” he whined as he slowly shifted and tried to sit up despite how depleted his body felt.
“Soarin, wait…” Spitfire quickly landed and trotted up to him. “Don’t overexert yourself,” she said with concern as she reached for him. She stopped as he brought up a hoof and stopped her.
“I can at least SIT UP, Spitfire… I’m a little brain scrambled, not broken…” Soarin put clearly. Spitfire blinked and scoffed.
“At least I know the real Soarin is back,” she shook her head with a smirk.
Soarin grunted as he propped himself up and shifted so his legs hung off the side of the sofa. He gripped the cushions and winced as his throbbing headache pressed his head in a vice.
“How dost thou feel?” Luna asked with an expression on her face that suggested the answer would be obvious.
“Terrible…” Soarin sighed as he held a hoof to his head. It felt like there was a rave party in his head and an endless brawl had broken out on the dance floor. He grunted uncomfortably as he gently rubbed his hoof against his forehead, the metal band of the false horn hindering how much area he could cover.
“Well…” Spitfire spoke up with a sigh. “So much for being ready for our show… we might have to rethink that now…” she thought out loud. Soarin was poised to react and show his disapproval, but two voices sounded from outside the office. As they grew closer, they became incredibly loud, though muffled enough for them to be inaudible. Luna stared towards the door in confusion, but Spitfire rolled her eyes. “3… 2… 1…” Spitfire counted down.
The door to the office suddenly forced open, slamming against the opposite wall as Air Mach came careening in, while tumbling through the air. He bounced along the floor before skidding along the ground on his face until sliding to a stop at Luna’s hooves, the rest of his body flopped down and he lay flat.
Less than a second later he looked up at Luna, his extravagant sunglasses somehow completely unscathed from the face drag, and gave her a salute from the floor.
“M’lady!” he said cheerfully as Fleetfoot stomped into the room with an amused Fancy Pants behind her.
“If you EVER… spank my plot again, I will FORCE FEED you your stupid sunglasses through your nose!” Fleetfoot fumed towards Air Mach, her face nearly bright red with anger.
“Quite a lively fellow, isn’t he?” Fancy chuckled as he stepped around Fleetfoot.
“Don't get me started…” Fleetfoot growled. Spitfire stepped into Air Mach’s view and he was instantly up standing at attention.
“Mission accomplished Captain! We have brought Fancy Pants in a display of extra awesome and serious—”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, thanks, you’re dismissed,” Spitfire cut him off quickly.
“YES MA’AM!” he turned and started towards the door without question. He passed beside Fleetfoot’s right side. He stopped and raised a hoof. Fleetfoot locked her eyes on him, ready to throw him again if he was seriously dumb enough to touch her. “You’re on your own little dude!” He lightly poked a spot on Fleetfoot’s wing.
A small ‘MEEP!’ squeaked out as Air Mach’s hoof pressed down on the spot on her wing. Fleetfoot’s eyes widened and she quickly looked towards Spitfire as Air Mach left, whistling.
Spitfire shot her an annoyed glare.
“Fleet…” she said with a disapproving tone.
“What?” Fleetfoot looked back and forth while trying to play it off.
“Drop him,” Spitfire ordered.
Fleetfoot sighed heavily and opened her right wing. Rivet dropped out of it and lightly plopped on the floor.
“We were going the same direction! I just wanted to carry him!” Fleetfoot whined but stopped when Spitfire’s glare narrowed further. “Okay, fine…” Fleetfoot pouted. Spitfire turned away to watch Fancy as he approached Soarin. Rivet took one step away from Fleetfoot, but she quickly reached her wing down and held him in place.
“Let’s see here…” Fancy adjusted his monocle as he looked Soarin over. “From what I’ve been told… there seems to be a separate source of magic within you… I’m curious, can you show me?” he asked. Soarin looked at Fancy with disbelief.
“Show you? I can barely blink without my brain punching me in the face!” Soarin complained as he winced in discomfort again. Fancy shook his head.
“I can understand your frustration in the matter, but you must cooperate with me, Sir Soarin,” Fancy stated very professionally. Soarin looked at Fancy very carefully before giving in and looking straight down.
“Alright… I’ll try…” Soarin said as he took a deep breath and began to concentrate. It was hard with the splitting headache throbbing down his head and sparking his nerves, but he tried regardless. Recalling the magic sensations was difficult. Anything beyond basic thinking and brain function seemed to make Soarin’s head retaliate, but he kept trying.
Fancy blinked as small flickering lights began to pop and crackle from the horn. He watched carefully as Soarin’s magic came to life. Two colors emerged from the horn: blue and yellow. Fancy narrowed his eyes, focusing as he watched the yellow and blue lights dance around, collide, and in a way seem to fight each other.
“Ah...” Soarin grunted quietly. The magic spurts faded and he panted, sweating while catching his breath.
“Hmm…” Fancy furrowed his brow as he carefully looked at Soarin. Luna and Spitfire looked at each other and then back to Fancy Pants as he contemplated the reasoning behind what he just witnessed. “Hmmmmmm…” he hummed with a hint of frustration.
Behind them all, Rivet managed to carefully push himself free of Fleetfoot’s wing. He tried to get away, but without looking, Fleetfoot reached her wing out and pushed him back towards her, smooshing his cheek against her leg.
Luna bit her lip and took a step towards Fancy.
“Dost thou… know what’s happening?” she asked shakily. It was strange for all of them to hear. Luna was a goddess. The Lunar half of the sublime sisters… and she had no clue what was going on with Soarin. It was shameful for her to admit, but there was truly nothing she could offer to these ponies who often looked to entities like her for guidance. Here she was, relying on the incredible expertise of a mortal unicorn where she could offer no answers.
Fancy turned to Luna with a confused expression. Luna and Spitfire both knew his answer before he even said it.
“I’m going to be completely honest with both of you…” he began while shaking his head. “I’ve… never seen anything like this before.
The collective mood in the room sank. Spitfire found herself more frustrated, Luna felt more ashamed, Fancy Pants was mostly stumped… and Fleetfoot was still paying more attention to Rivet than what was going on. In fact, she had scooped up the little stallion in her wings and now held him down on her back. He struggled to get free, but she had a firm hold on him.
“Sir Soarin, Miss Spitfire, Miss Fleetfoot…” Fancy suddenly spoke up again. “I don’t know what I’m observing here… but I want the details… When and where this started occurring… and what happened when it did.”
Spitfire and Fleetfoot glanced at each other, both blinked, and both glanced back and forth in embarrassment with a slight change of color in their faces. Fancy looked at them curiously before turning to Soarin. He too was diverting his eyes.
“He was…” Spitfire spoke up, but paused.
“Kind of a douche,” Fleetfoot cut in. Spitfire turned and glared at her. “What?! He was!”
“Gee, thanks Fleet…” Soarin rolled his eyes. Spitfire batted a hoof upside Fleetfoot’s head before continuing.
“He was very forward, very confident, a little indecent, and kind of…” Spitfire stopped herself. Fancy listened carefully, waiting for her to continue. Spitfire glanced at Soarin again and quickly brought her back legs closer together.
“Kind of what?” Fancy pressed, but Spitfire quickly shook her head.
“Forward, confident, and indecent!” Spitfire quickly repeated the first three, Fleetfoot nodding behind her while scrunching her mouth and looking everywhere in the room besides towards Soarin.
“Interesting…” Fancy rubbed his chin, still not quite sure what he was dealing with.
“It was bad…” Soarin suddenly spoke up, all the attention turning to him. “I knew from the start something was off… but I didn’t fight it. It was different from the dark magic. It didn’t cause me pain, it felt good… too good. I was aware of everything I was doing and I didn’t give a damn…” Soarin’s voice was composed, but little cracks of shame were noticeable. He kept his eyes fixed on the floor throughout.
“Euphoric sensations?” Fancy’s eyes lit up. Luna instantly looked towards Fancy in hopes of an answer. Soarin nodded.
“I guess that’s a way to describe it. I had never felt better in my life… and after how shitty I’ve been feeling lately, you could imagine how incredible it felt,” Soarin explained as he recalled all his actions while the yellow magic was running free.
“Would you say…?” Fancy began walking in a wide circle around the room. “That you were being possessed or that you were in control?”
The question took them all by surprise, especially Spitfire and Fleetfoot. Of course Soarin was possessed! He wasn’t acting like himself!
“I was in control,” Soarin quickly answered. All eyes flew back to him. Spitfire and Fleetfoot were sure they heard him wrong… but they had not. “The magic made me feel good. So good, that I didn’t give a damn. I did… tasteless things. I almost did something horrible to Rainbow Dash… I didn’t try to fight it…” Soarin admitted. Fancy stepped up and placed a hoof on Soarin’s shoulder.
“Nor would I if I were to experience my own personal magic for the first time at your age!” Fancy chuckled.
“Huh?” Soarin looked up at him. Spitfire and Fleetfoot were confused as well, but Luna gasped.
“Sir Pants… are you suggesting…!?” she hesitated as if Luna, the goddess of the moon herself was in a state of pure disbelief. Fancy pulled back from Soarin and shook his head.
“I cannot be certain. This is only a theory, but… when a unicorn first discovers their magic as a colt or filly, the first couple days of use can be... interesting for them. The sensation of a magical force flowing through their bodies is almost overwhelming at first and they become a bit wild. As a child… this constitutes a lot of running around, hooting and hollering, and quite a bit of a handful for parents. It’s like having a child that never sleeps and is always doing something mischievous or silly,” Fancy pointed at them. “Now… imagine those sensations in a full grown pony. Euphoria and energy unlike any other… Mixed with the simplest urges… can be quite a disaster towards one’s moral code.”
“But I’m not a unicorn…” Soarin stated obviously while extending one of his wings. Fancy winked and pointed to the false horn.
“Do you recall when we mentioned what the original purpose of the Strap-on was? It was meant to—”
“PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHHAAHAAAAA!!!!” Fleetfoot suddenly burst out laughing behind Fancy. Soarin flattened his ears and cringed as Fancy’s expression went blank. Soarin glanced around Fancy to see Fleetfoot down on the ground on her stomach, pounding a hoof against the floor and flapping her wings. Rivet clung to her back as if afraid he’d be flung off of her by the way she was shaking. Spitfire’s ears were flopped down and a bright red shade ran across her nose.
“The… what?” Spitfire asked, hoping she misheard it.
“They didn’t know?” Fancy blinked as he looked back to Soarin.
“Would you have told them?” Soarin grunted in dissatisfaction as Luna suddenly stomped her hoof hard, getting all their attention back.
“Yes, yes, our ancestors were unaware of future innuendos… please continue Sir Fancy, we wish to know!” there was a sense of urgency mixed with annoyance in Luna’s voice… and it wasn’t wise to make Luna angry. Fancy cleared his throat and continued.
“The purpose of the… false horn artifact throughout history has been to provide a medium of casting for pegasi and earth ponies who had signs of magic within them,” Fancy smiled. “I could be wrong… but it may be possible that this yellow magic could be a reserve of magic that was already within Soarin!” Fancy sounded excited at the idea.
“Me?” Soarin pointed at himself. “Magic? That seems highly unlikely,”
“That’s because it’s rare, my boy!” Fancy winked at him. “There have been very few cases like this throughout history, but it’s not impossible,” Fancy turned to Luna, who was still somewhat wide-eyed at the possibility.
“Indeed!” she chimed in. “If that is indeed the case… he’d be the first in three millennia!”
“Hohohooooo!!!” a new voice suddenly sounded throughout the whole room. “Now wouldn’t that be something?”
The surprise was incredibly brief, save for one tiny stallion stuck between Fleetfoot’s wings who was frozen solid. The rest all sighed and rolled their eyes almost perfectly in sync. Luna huffed as she glanced around the room. Her eyes landed on the top of Spitfire’s bookshelf beside on the wall to the right of her desk. There was a wide toothy smile floating in the air above it. Fancy noticed it as well.
“I’m actually beginning to think you stalk me…” Fancy sighed as he lifted an eyebrow at the smile.
“Oh, don’t flatter yourself…” Discord slowly appeared, reclining on the top shelf, smiling wide. “It’s not my fault Lulu relies on you for something that greatly concerns me as well,” he slithered down the shelf and stood up, pacing slowly towards Soarin.
“Discord…” Luna growled. Discord blinked and looked towards her while smiling. She shuffled his feet so he slowly slid along the floor over to her side.
“Oh, Lulu, why the anger? You have my word that I will… mostly behave myself. That also depends on if anyone gives me a hard time…” he leaned his head down in front of hers. “Including you,” he bounced his eyebrows. “So!” He turned away from Luna as she internally fumed. “We seem to be having yet another problem with our dear, beloved Soarin…” he reached over and pinched one of Soarin’s cheeks. Soarin’s head hurt too much to retaliate. “I should have known you wouldn’t invite me… I thought you’d all be smarter than that, especially after how out of control he was during your little battle games this evening.”
“You were watching?” Spitfire asked as she stepped forward. Discord gave a nod without looking at her.
“From afar, yes… I’ve been keeping a loose eye on things, it’s been giving me SOMETHING to do at least,” he turned to Fancy. “Now… that’s an interesting theory you have there my Fancy Pantsless friend… but it’s extremely unlikely. I hate to say it, but I too am at a loss at what it could be…”
“Wow!” Fleetfoot suddenly spoke up. “Grand entrance! Knows nothing! Can you actually be helpful for once?!” Fleetfoot’s sudden outburst surprised even Spitfire. Fleetfoot had a good memory of trying to get straight answers out of Discord. She hadn’t forgotten when he ‘helped’ her figure out how to save Soarin and Dash from the Shadowbolts with a RIDDLE.
Discord narrowed his eyes towards her. He blinked when he noticed Rivet still struggling to get free, but with little success. Discord smirked and snapped his fingers. There was a bright flash of magic behind Fleetfoot. Rivet suddenly grew to five times his size. Fleetfoot yelped as she instantly felt an incredible amount of weight on her back and she fell flat to the floor with the super Rivet on her back. Fleetfoot flailed her arms about, grunting and yelping beneath him as Rivet remained completely still and wide eyed without a clue of what was going on.
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“Discord!” Luna yelled in frustration.
Discord ignored Luna and took his time bringing his arm back up and snapping his fingers again. With another flash, Rivet was shrunk back down to his normal size in midair. He fell towards the floor and landed softly on Fleetfoot’s back with a quiet ‘meep!’
Before anything else could happen, Discord surrounded Rivet with an aura of chaos magic, lifted him up and slowly floated him towards the door.
“Really now, Fleetfoot…” Discord began as he let Rivet out of the room. “It’s so cruel to mess with another against their will like that!” Discord said with a very fake tone of disappointment. Fleetfoot scrambled to her hooves and pointed at him angrily.
“SAYS YOU!” Fleetfoot yelled, but gasped and flinched. Her voice was about two octaves lower. She glanced around the room in confusion. Soarin, Fancy, and Luna were all looking at her in confusion. She glanced at Spitfire… and she was blushing while looking her up and down. Fleetfoot quickly reached up to her face and felt around. It was angular.
Discord suddenly held a mirror down to her face… er… his face?
She was a stallion.
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“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—” as she freaked out, Discord snapped his fingers and Fleetfoot’s voice was suddenly high pitched again. “—AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…” her scream died down as she blinked and felt around herself. She was a mare again.
“Don’t tempt me to mess with you and I WON’T,” Discord clarified while snickering.
“Stop stalling!” Spitfire floated up into his face. “I’m tired of you being so vague about everything! YOU CLEARLY KNOW SOMETHING WE DON’T! SPILL IT!” she yelled despite how well that had just gone for Fleetfoot. Discord just smiled smugly at her. She lifted an eyebrow, wondering why he was remaining silent. Then her eyes went wide. “DON’T. YOU. DARE.”
“Oh, now I have to!” Discord smiled wide. Spitfire watched in horror as he snapped his fingers.
“AH!” Spitfire clutched her stomach and blushed so hard her face made a full color change. “AAAAYYYEEEE YAI YAI YAI!!!!!!” she wailed as she fell to the ground and began rolling around.
“DISCORD!!!!!!!!!!” Luna yelled in the Royal Canterlot Voice so loudly that Discord’s beard got blown and stuck flat out to the side of his face.
“What, I can’t retaliate? They’re not being very welcoming…” Discord snapped again and Spitfire stopped writhing on the ground.
Soarin saw both ridiculous things happen, but he was too mentally tired to give much of a damn. He gave a brief glance up as Discord and Fancy approached him again, but looked back down, only finding the strength to listen.
“So…” Fancy began professionally despite talking to Discord. “You say this might be something else besides his own magical reserves? What do you think it could be?” He asked. Discord shook his head.
“While there is the possibility that this could be magic that was dormant within Soarin, I’m almost more than certain that is not the case,” Discord reached forward and poked the metal headband of the horn, making Soarin grunt uncomfortably. “You see, Celestia pushed a very unstable magic into Soarin. The Mad King Sombra himself was unable to keep control over it, so you can imagine the pressure,” Discord growled as he curled the end of his beard with a finger. “If I had it my way, I would cascade myself into pure chaos magic and go into his mind through the horn myself. I’d like to get a look at what’s actually going on in there and confirm that Celestia had lost her mind… but I run the risk of putting enough pressure on Soarin’s brain to turn him into a vegetable. I’m sure none of you want that,” Discord blinked as Luna walked up beside him.
“We would also not permit that. Tampering with a pony’s life is forbidden…” she tried to make herself heard. Discord turned sharply to her and held both of his hands out towards Soarin.
“We already HAVE, Lulu!” he scoffed at her. “He wouldn’t even be alive if your sister hadn’t!”
“We only wish to stop while we’re ahead!” Luna stated. “Why do more when we’ve clearly already made grave mistakes!?” She stopped as Discord held a finger to her lips.
“Because sometimes you have to bend the rules to fix the bent rules,” Discord said as he turned back to Soarin and continued to twirl his beard with a finger. He stared long and hard at Soarin, awfully perplexed for a god that seemed to always be one step ahead of the rest.
“You truly are stumped, aren’t you?” Fancy chuckled. Discord stopped twirling his beard and slowly looked at Fancy.
“Does it amuse you?” he asked with a slight hint of anger. Fancy shook his head.
“Oh no… not at all, it only makes it all the more fascinating. It’s a shame it had to come at Soarin’s expense, but trying to figure this all out has been quite an experience,” he explained. Discord kept a wary eye on Fancy for a moment before turning back towards Soarin.
“I’m not… completely stumped. I know the nature of the dark magic. I simply don’t know what to do about it thanks to Celestia. This NEW yellow magic however, is a complete mystery to me. I witnessed it emerge initially and it completely fought off the dark magic, but at the same time it cause Soarin to be reckless and wild… such things that could easily release the bonds on the dark magic with one wrong move,” Discord put his hands on his hips as if contemplating further.
“So what do you suggest we do? I’m not sure where to turn,” Fancy admitted. Discord growled and shook his head.
“Forget it! I’m just going to draw a line down Soarin’s brain and keep them apart…”
“Huh?!” Soarin finally perked up and leaned back on the couch. That suggestion sounded… quite painful.
“Discord, what did we JUST SAY?!” she stepped forward to protest, but stopped dead in her tracks.
Discord had turned his head to her and was glaring sternly. No tricks, no pranks, no clothespins on the horn or lips. Discord was looking her directly in the eyes.
“Lulu, I’ve just about had it up to HERE with you on this manner!” Discord suddenly yelled at her. Luna’s eyes widened and she took a step back as Discord turned and started pacing towards her. “By the book, by the book, by the book. You really need to change the record!” he held his arm out towards Soarin. “Look at what we have here! We have a pony that your sister deemed fit to bend the very rules she wrote to save… he’s in pain and under risk of losing control of the power SHE put into him!” he brought his arm back around as Luna found herself back up against the wall with Discord in front of her, pressing a finger down atop her nose. “We tried following the rules, we tried doing it your way, and guess what? It ain’t working sister!”
“We…! We need to give him more time! We cannot expect—” Luna tried to defend herself as Fancy and the Wonderbolts stayed far away from intervening. Discord cut her off.
“Time? His magic has nearly run free twice and you want to give him more TIME!? For what?! So it can happen a third time?!” Discord’s face was pressed against Luna’s. “This magic has put me through a wall and held me down against one as well! I was powerless to stop it the second time! It’s growing stronger. Strong enough to overpower a god! I’ll be damned to the depths of Tartarus before I allow that to happen!” he bared his teeth. “If you’re so damn adamant about following the rules and laws of the universe set forth… how about hubris?” he pointed at Soarin. “King Sombra wished to become a god… and his power grew to the point where it took a great amount of effort from the gods to seal him away! Your beloved sister has gone and used the same magic, effectively putting it in Soarin! If we don’t use our powers as gods to contain it, the hubris of Sombra will surely happen again, this time with a power possessed Soarin… I don’t know about YOU Lulu… but that seems like a pretty good reason for us to intervene…”
Luna looked like she wanted to speak out and tell him off, but she couldn’t. Discord was right. Her proposed method had more or less failed.
“Now you sit there…” Discord’s magic came to life in his hand and Luna’s plot was suddenly forced to the floor. “And think about what you’ve done,” he said as he turned and walked back over to Soarin.
Soarin watched as Discord approached, a little nervous about the whole ‘drawing a line in his brain’ thing.
“Oh, relax…” Discord scoffed as he stopped in front of Soarin.
“Easy for you to say…” Soarin grumbled back. “Especially after that little argument you just had with Luna… you seriously think I can relax right now?” he weakly threw his hooves out. “If I had the strength to, I’d be flipping shit right now!” Soarin complained while falling back against the couch. Discord shook his head.
“Believe me Soarin… I’m as fed up with this crap as you are. We don’t know what’s going on with the two separate magics in your body, but from what we can see, having them constantly clash is going to do you no good… and may be bad for everypony if left uncheck…” he held up a finger in front of his face. “So I’m going to forcefully separate them while they are still calm. If you hold still and stay relaxed, you won’t feel a thing,” he explained as a purple aura surrounded his finger.
Soarin gulped as Discord slowly reached it towards the tip of the false horn. Soarin took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He felt the light pressure as Discord applied his finger. He waited for something to hurt like hell because Discord hadn’t really told the truth about pain the last time he worked magic on him.
“Done,” Discord suddenly said. Soarin’s eyes widened and he blinked.
“What?”
“You heard me…” Discord held his finger up towards his mouth and blew on it, making the chaos magic disappear.
“That was…” Soarin stopped mid-sentence. He looked up and around at everypony else. He moved his arms about and then stood up. The dizziness was gone. Completely gone.
“How do you feel now?” Discord asked as the rest watched Soarin with curiosity. Soarin took a few steps before walking in a slow circle around the room.
“Um… I feel, normal…” he said with confusion. No headaches, no insane urges. He felt just like he did before everything began. It had been a long time.
“What did you do?” Fancy asked as Soarin continued to move about with curiosity. Discord held his finger up again.
“My chaos magic has the ability to cancel normal magic. It can’t destroy it, but it can make it dissipate or repel it. I simply stuck a thin sliver of a wall in the center of Soarin’s mind. The dark magic on one side, the euphoric magic on the other. There was no balance between the two, so I created an artificial balance,” he explained.
“That’s… brilliant,” Fancy complimented. Soarin blinked and turned back to Discord.
“This is… strange, but I feel perfectly fine… I guess I should say thanks?” Soarin rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
“You bet your ass you should…” Discord scoffed. “All of you were going on about how annoying I am and how all I like to do is mess with other ponies… tables have turned now that I’ve helped, eh?” he glanced over at Spitfire and Fleetfoot. Both of them had their ears flattened and they were glaring harshly. “See!?” Discord pointed at them. “I can feel the love already!” he fluttered his eyelashes.
“I’m curious…” Fancy spoke up again. “What does this mean for his control over the magic?”
“That is a very intelligent question,” Discord nodded. “It would be wise to continue the lessons, especially now. Soarin must learn control over both types of magic within him. The barrier I placed between them is strong… but it is impossible for me to know if it can hold them at bay forever, especially with how strong the dark magic has become. In time he will have to be able to control the powers within him. That much hasn’t changed.”
“Very well…” Fancy nodded and turned to Soarin. “You heard the god, Soarin, it looks like we’ll still be getting to know each other,” he smiled as he pulled out his pocket watch. “Oh, dear me, it’s getting late… I think it’s safe to say we’ve found a strong temporary solution, wouldn’t you say your Highness?” he asked Luna. Luna blinked before letting her head droop.
“Yes… yes… glorious occasion…” she said unenthusiastically, earning an interested look from Discord.
“Then meeting adjourned… good luck my boy!” Fancy patted Soarin on the back as he left. Soarin watched as Fancy left before turning to Fleetfoot and Spitfire. He trotted up to them and smiled.
“Hey…” he said sheepishly. They both just stared at first, but Spitfire smirked.
“After all this, that’s the first thing you say to us?” she pouted. Soarin flinched and stood still, not quite sure what to say. Spitfire chuckled. “Never change Soarin…” she said with a smirk. Soarin breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head. “You had me going there.”
Soarin looked up and watched as Luna dragged her hooves over to the door. Soarin felt like saying something to her, but after the verbal beat down Discord had given her, he was sure the good princess didn’t feel quite as high and mighty as she should.
Discord stepped in front of Soarin, held a finger to his lips and shook his head.
“I’ll handle her,” he winked as he followed her out.
Soarin turned his attention back to Spitfire and Fleetfoot.
One flip of a finger by a god and he was suddenly feeling alright… so… that meant all was well for now?
Soarin’s eyes widened slightly.
You’re not the stallion I fell in love with!!!
His ears flopped down. It was vivid. Clear and present in his mind.
I want my Soarin back!!!
The way he advanced on her…
Soarin!
He was aware of everything he was doing… but…
SOARIN!!!!!!
But he didn’t try to stop it. Had Silver not stepped in… he might have…
“Soarin?” Spitfire wave her hoof in front of his face. “Is everything okay?” she asked as she and Fleetfoot looked him over with concern. Soarin blinked and looked at both of them. He bit his lip and looked down before looking back up at them with a painful look in his eyes.
“No…” he shook his head. “It’s not…” he walked between them towards the door. “I need to go take care of something…”
---To Be Continued---
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Haven't read it yet, but YEEESSSSSSSSSSSS. I will comment again.
Oh dear... here comes the heat... the art's gonna be flowing again, isn't it?
I'm just glad that it didn't end with her kissing me or stealing me to wherever she plans on keeping me when she finally succeeds in the capture (which will hopefully not happen again...)
Anyway, good chapter as always
I wondered when Discord would finally flip his lid.
5161789 oi, no cheaters!
5161795 I have no idea how you put up with her.
ok I'm back. Loved it. I have this feeling that Silver is this guy-
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and Soarin will become this guy-
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...well without all the tattoos.
So yea I have one question. Who trained Silver and Fancy Pants? In their respected areas of course. Some monks like the All-Caste? I don't know, but you do, and I will read until I find out!
If you get my references I will draw, but I'm going to do that anyway so yea.
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Already started!
Sorry Kestrel!
To quote Stich, "I LIKE FLUFFY!!!"
Great chapter. I can't wait to read what happens next. Sorry to hear about your sadness about this chapter's tardiness, but don't worry. This was an awesome chapter. Dash impressed Silver and myself. Great job. Good luck with the next chapter. I hope as well Dash can answer the rest of the recruits questions about Soarin.
Oh I think we all know good and well what Soarin has to take care of. And nothing can be done to prepare our bodies enough for what's coming.
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First off Squall, he is just some idiot that probably doesn't want to be there but his parents forced him to. My guess.
Poor Rivet, he needs some sort of way to track Fleetfoot.
Needs a link to this in the chapter
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Oh man...
Oh Rivet. When will your torment end?
And finally! I didn't fall asleep!!
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Why is there no evil grin emoji!!
Wait and see, wait and see...
Whadya know, Emerald green is my favorite color. This, is going to be awesome, and symbolic? Deja vu..!...? I'm confused but I also know what's going on?
... Great story
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I don't think it ever will...
I don't know who I wanna punch until they get in a coma, Thunderlane, because he let slip a secret (that didn't really have any consequences, but still) and kinda betrayed Dash's trust with that, or Squall, because he's a straight up prick.
What to do? Too many reasons, such little choice.
Soarin, go apologize to Dash.
Awesome chapter, only thing Im afraid of is it seemed too easy for Discord to fix Soarin. This cant be good.
“It sounds like sompony’s sex life is…” Twister paused and slowly placed a pair of sunglasses over his eyes. “SOARIN!!!”
A loud ‘YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!’ suddenly blared over the P.A. system in the barrack
my reaction
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calm, as i fantasize about putting in my OC in some of these scenes, your writing make me rethink what am i reading and makes me think that i kinda stay on the side lines for the some scenes.... i like that it wakes me up to the bigger story your running here....i enjoy that and that why I'm still reading and watching this story
“FIRST OF ALL, WHICH ONE OF YOU BRAVE LITTLE SHITSTERS WENT INTO MY ROOM AND TOUCHED MY BELOVED P.A. SYSTEM?!?!?!” Then surprisingly he calmed down and held up the cassette player. “Secondly, how the hell did you get my old cassette player to work? It’s been dead for fifteen years…” he held it in front of his face and began fiddling with it. It seemed to preoccupy him, and all worry of punishment for the P.A. was dispelled
OH FUCK IV NEVER LAUGHED SOO HARD IN MY LIFE!!!
The magic! its blue and yellow! Luna and Celestia. Im probably not the first one who's thought of this but, eh still fun to post lol
5162007 this would be better
OOOMMMMMMGGGGG
you gave me a ton of ideas
first is fleet freaking out
coming up are some of rivet!
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Waugh!
You really don't need to do that... 
5162007 I'm saving this link for later
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i already have an image of you guy's posse
your getting chased by that pink pony who was biting your wings in one picture
pink pony: cookie get back here!
(the name cookie was an idea from one of play blitz's blogs)
Wondered what those voices soarin heard?
Another great chapter calm.
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Awwwww man... I thought we got rid of that nickname...
And no! No more wing noms! My wings aren't mare munchies! Mouths off!
Hats off for an excellent chapter! before I get to bed I'm going to get a Fleetfoot and Rivet sketched out.
yay another chapter! but.....
i will say this squall pony situation is getting.......stupid. stupid in the same way arctic ass situation got. case in point im pretty sure doing what squall just did would get you court marshaled or since technically this isnt military and rather a ''business'' it would......should get his ass kicked out by now.
it was a stretch before but now it seams forced that he'd still be there just for the sake of causing an issue for Dash and the others down the road.
but moving along Dash still has to give the other recruits and explanation over Soarin!
and that will be funny!
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Ack! But why!?
You really don't need to do that! 
Rivet doesn't even hang out with Fleetfoot!
Still trying to comprehend everything that happened here.
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5161795 Dude, never change. You're so awesome. Also, may be hitting you up with the second chapter of my story sometime this week.
As for you Calm.... Bleh, looks like my last comment lost some validity having not been posted sooner, although my comment about Luna still stands, and to an even greater degree. We need to know some things about her now, like why she's so scared right now. Why is she trying to do everything by the book. She seems like a tiny little kid who doesn't know what to do and has to deal with being manipulative perfect Celestia's little replacement and a terrified Discord. We've seen nothing but weakness from her, now we need to find some strenght.
Looks like Soarin is once again reinstated in the story as Dash's coltfriend and not just plot device. It'll be interesting to see how it goes, and how silver, the guy who admires Soarin is going to deal with it. I don't mean in a jealous way, but definitely a cautious one. How do you treat someone you had to save their girlfriend from?
Also, its nice to see Dash not so broken as well. Granted, their was nothing wrong with her being broken earlier, its part of boot camp, but her attitude and head seem to be straightening back out. Looking forward to where you take her.
5162587 it's from a scene within this chapter, and if it makes you happy I'll make another piece of art with you and Calm doing something awesome. It will involve fleetfoot, but as a minor piece of the puzzle.
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Oh... well thanks my good man/lady.
I'm not really sure what makes me so awesome though... 
Anyway, yeah, I'll do my best to get on it once you get it out to me.
I currently have one edit job in front of you, but I hope to get that done tomorrow (I guess technically today) or the next day.
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No, the ship doesn't exist, abandon ship! It's sinking before it even hits the water! That's just how frail and weak Rivet ships are if you were wondering.
Also, haven't heard anything about Misty and Fire in a while. Do you plan on doing something with them soon?
So basically there's a thing called magical puberty?! May Celestia help us all. Also internet locate male Fleetfoot to see how funny it is!!!
5162639 it's not that bro, I'm not setting sail in that leaky lifeboat
. It's from the recent chapter, just... stay calm 
Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!
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*sigh* Okay... I just hope it doesn't involve too much marehandling...
5162716 .....
....let me just....rip this one up and start anew 
, the second one will be about your inventive side and your quick witts 
it's going to be a comic strip.
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Oh no! I'm sorry... You can make whatever you want, I won't hold it against you or anything. I can deal with what you throw at me.
I just don't ever see myself in a successful relationship is all 
You can draw whatever you want. Don't let my moaning and groaning stop you. I'd hate to stomp on someone's creativeness (even if it does involve Rivet
)
5162735 You dont need to worry, I already didn't like the way it turned out. I'm very "picky" about my artwork, they always turn out awkward on paper then in my head.
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I'm basically saying you can use the same ideas... I don't want to step on your toes. Any idea you draw will be fine. Calm will still put it up, I may/may not be embarrassed, but don't worry about what I'll think. Just draw what comes to you.
I just don't ever want to be that guy who stops someone from doing something they like...
5161795 I feel bad for you... good luck with escaping Fleetfoot.
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Yeah... Despite my valiant efforts, she's called the Silver Streak for a reason. She's probably gonna end up getting whatever she wants from me
I'm not fast or tough enough to refuse... 
I'm pretty much gonna end up her toy.
I can only imagine the hilarity of Air Mach riding Gurren Lagann while 'Lil Star goes ballistic over Soarin' and Rainbow being an item. Out of all the side characters, I'm torn between Misty Fly and Air Mach.
5162821 I won't stand for it!!!! Fleetfoot needs to back off, or face my wrath.
Oooooo! Crap got real! Discord and all his logic with Luna lol.
Fancy reminds me of the origiinal Doctors on Doctor Who.
Discord... Helpful... No pain...
ok then...
Great chapter, as usual.
Can't wait for training to continue, but no doubt you've got some extra fluff planned beforehand, so even better
Quick question, how far through part 2 would you say the story is right now? Coz you will be pushing 100 chapters if it's not nearly finished at this rate... Not that I'm complaining