Spitfire: WonderBolt-Hood

by Rattus and The Victor

Soarin

Soarin wildly charged across the sky. He was in a race after all with his two best friends! Not only that but he was winning! Fleetfoot looked around for an opening, she was giving him the stink eye and was literally right on his tail. Spitfire was a considerable distance behind, but she was still having fun none the less.

"Having fun back there eating my dust?" he yelled.

"Not as much as you like eating mine!" she said, seizing the chance to rocket past him.

Soarin could see the stick that was holding up Spitfire's sweater that marked the finishing point on the ground. He pushed himself harder and harder, pumping in more passion into each wing beat until he was nose to nose with Fleetfoot. He flashed a cocky smile at her and she smirked as they both began to dive.

Spitfire admired the two from a distance. She was tremendously behind them at this point, but that didn't matter to her, they were all having fun and she was getting better every day. A part of her couldn't feel like this was wrong, even if the two brought her much joy. She numbly stared at the clouds, thinking about their parents and how they would react if they ever met her. She would only be known as the pony who encouraged them to run away with her, devoid if that was true or not.

The two were on the ground now. Soarin was jumping triumphantly with Fleetfoot was gesturing towards the sky where they had just came from, she seemed to be debating his win. Spitfire landed beside them a few minutes later. Fleetfoot perked up at her arrival.

"Spitfire! Who landed first? It was totally me, right?" Fleetfoot begged.

"As if!" Soarin objected, "You're just a sore loser! I was on the ground waiting for you for a good five seconds."

Spitfire rolled her eyes at the exchange. She had been too far away to tell for sure, so she just shrugged. "It was hard to tell. Maybe next time I will try and keep a closer eye-once I get faster as well I mean."

"You weren't that far behind this time!" Soarin said, a gleeful tone in his voice. "Why here soon me and Fleetfoot may really have some competition!"

"I don't know about that." Spitfire said. "But I know that this is pretty fun nonetheless."

Fleetfoot and Soarin beamed like two proud parents, causing Spitfire to internally gag. Fleetfoot suddenly wore a weary expression. "You know...I think school may be starting up again here soon."

Spitfire looked deep into her eyes without blinking. "Oh. I guess that is your way of asking if I would want to go up to CloudsDale, isn't it?"

Fleetfoot nodded. "We just thought, you know, it may be time to-"

Spitfire turned her back to them. "I will think about it."

"Promise?" Soarin inquired innocently.

"Promise." Spitfire reflected.

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Stormy Flare curiously eyed the decor of the house. "Why, it sure it...original." she politely put. "And thank you for having me." Whirlbreeze did not seem to have a particular theme- one side of the living room had boldly colored tapestries and statues, while the other had a calm plainness to it.

"Oh you don't have to do that, I know it is a mess." Whirlbreeze said, setting down a tea tray on the coffee table. Stormy Flare chuckled and helped herself to a miniature slice of cake.

"My house isn't much different to be honest. It could probably go with some flair like that actually!" she bombastically added the last part while pointing at a tapestry of a multicolored elephant with flowers blooming out of its head. Whirlbreeze giggled, but sighed when she remembered the matter at hand.

"It was them in that picture," Whirlbreeze breathed, Stormy Flare set down her cup as she listened. "There is no doubt in my mind. I mean, I know the CloudFluer's daughter went to school with their colt, but Spitfire...Well...I don't know how she could know them." she uncomfortably scratched the back of her neck with her hoof. "Perhaps you may know something?"

Stormy Flare sighed and looked down at the floor. "I really wish I could say I did. Legally I am only allowed to see my daughters once a year- she has a twin sister- on Hearth's Warming Eve. There have been exceptions, like her birthday, however the two are so close to one another that Crank, or Ballyhoo as he goes by now, put in an appeal to just combine the two days into one."

Whirlbreeze nodded, "Oh I know how this whole thing goes. My son has to have mandatory visits set up, however I get to keep Soarin the majority of the time and he gets to go over there every other weekend." she frowned, "I am truly sorry though that this is how it ended up for you. It just isn't right at all."

Stormy Flare nodded, wiping a tear from her eye. "I know next to nothing about my daughters because of it, but one thing I know is they hate it there and I have been trying my hardest to request they move up here. Blaze told me if they aren't well behaved he withholds school from them, school! Neither has good marks because of it. Good grades don't make a pony and aren't a good indicator of actual intelligence, as they are both very smart...But..I worry about them. Spitfire can't even fly yet and Blaze only does it at school. He has put in Spitfire's mind that I hate her and don't even want to be around, even though that is far from the truth."

Whrilbreeze didn't know what to say. This was so profoundly sad she didn't think any words of condolence would sound sincere. All she could get out was, "I am so sorry...I do hope once we find our runaway foals that they will honor your request." The newspaper article that clearly showed the three ponies lay on the table. Whirlbreeze traced it with her eyes for a moment.

"What is your son like?" Stormy Flare changed the subject.

Whirlbreeze looked at the image of her son running beside Stormy Flare and the CloudFluer's daughters. "Well, he is sweet, kind, and a smart little foal. I mean, I guess all moms will say that about their kids. He is a tad on the sensitive side, however it is one of his greatest strengths and weaknesses. He is very ambitious for his age and always does the right thing..." she trailed off. It stung talking about her missing baby. They couldn't even be confident they were still even alive at this point. Equestira was a dangerous place for three foals to be gallivanting around.

"He seems like a good pony. Strong too." Stormy Flare said, also staring at the picture. "Just like his mom."

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Soarin had never flown so fast in his life. He simply could not believe what had happened to them. Now that all of them could fly for semi-long distances, they thought it may be safer that way. One thing they did not account for however, was flying into an overgrowth of wild, unmanaged storm clouds.

They appeared out of nowhere it seemed. Just moments ago they were flying in partially cloudy skies. Fleetfoot had been showing off and doing a flip, while Soarin did three in a row. It had been a painfully fun and innocent time. Wild bolts of lightning broke through the sky as thunder exploded around the very air around them. They could not seem to find another and were helplessly thrown around like dolls in the hellacious wind.

Soarin screamed out for his companions. He had just barley dodged a bolt of lightning and there was no telling where one would strike next. Pegasus ponies usually had control over weather and high resistance to its effects, but these were not pony managed clouds and there for it was an entirely different story. His muscles were sore and every part of him felt torn. With each lungful of air his chest burned and his heart felt like it was attempting to claw its way out of his chest.

This is it, he thought, this is how I am going to die all because I wanted to show my friends a good time in the air. I am so sorry mom, I was only trying to do what I thought was right. Now I am going to plummet to my death for the second time in my life once I slip up and miss a bolt.

The wind howled and he was tossed onto a grayish cloud. Immediately he felt a tingle run up through his body as the light electricity coursed through him. It was damp and cold, and just when he thought it couldn't get worse, the other clouds slowly let out their own rain. Soarin's cheeks were already wet and raw beforehand, so as the water splashed onto him he looked unfazed. He laid there, feeling nothing and everything all at once.

Suddenly he saw a blue coat falling past him as lightning lit up the sky. Fleetfoot's muzzle was open but the crashing of the thunder and howling of the wind and rain masked her scream. Soarin shook his head and dived down from the cloud. He began to reach speeds he thought impossible for him or anypony to reach. The raindrops appeared to move slowly in comparison- the once drenched colt felt large droplets of water separate from his body and it was in that moment he truly appreciated the sensation of being dry.

Fleetfoot was no longer kicking and screaming in the air, she seemed to have accepted that she could not land herself to safety. That was until she saw a black and icy blue stripe racing through the sky. In the next moment she had been caught by Soarin. Even with both legs underneath hers, she was still extremely slippery and heavy. With strenuous effort and dropping her many time and having to dash back down to save her, he finally lowered her to the ground.

"I have to go find Spitfire!" he mouthed to her before taking off at an impossible speed. She scrambled to hide underneath a tree after he raced off, shivering and sobbing.

Soarin fought against the wind with all of his willpower and determination to find his friend and return her to safety. He wasn't even sure he would find her, but he knew he needed to try. He would only have himself to blame if there was a chance of saving her and he missed it.

He sailed over and under lightning bolts as they sliced through the sky. His soaked mane continuously getting into his eyes as he shook his head and continued the scan the skies. He couldn't find her anywhere. This had to be a mistake. He could no longer feel his body- all he knew is that whatever he did, he still could not land yet.

Then he saw her. She was impossibly still fighting the wind, dodging lighting and keeping herself up even though she looked waterlogged. Soarin tried to call out to her but it was useless. He soared over to her, he had never, in all of his life, ever gone this fast. Spitfire was growing tired and did not have much strength left, this was obvious. She would expire soon if he did not get to her.

A coy smile filled his face. He knew it may seem out of place, but he couldn't help but find similarities in the cloud structure to their previous race track. Taking in a deep breath, he rocketed towards one of his best and only friends he had ever known. He out-sped the lightning crashing around them, he pumped all the passion and determination he could muster into his wings and body as he raced towards her.

Spitfire saw the black and icy blue streak burning brightly as it impossibly charged through the murderous sky. She couldn't believe her eyes as Soarin flew across lightning bolts as he sped towards her. In an instant, he had secured her in the same way he did Fleetfoot, and they descended towards the ground.

Spitfire and Soarin began running towards one of the few trees surrounding the area. They both breathed heavily as they looked around. Fleetfoot was underneath a tree about three yards away and they all looked at eachother in understanding. Fleetfoot galloped over to them, tearing up the muddy ground underneath her. She shook the rain off of her and plodded back over to them. Combining all of their jacket, they made a blanket as they laid down for the night. In all of their combined tiredness, they failed to notice the scintillating new cutie mark of a winged lightning bolt on Soarin's flank.

Comments

[vinviasshine]

I loved this! Theyre so cute