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Comet Burst


The man without a plan.

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Soarin and Spitfire have been best friends for as long as they can remember. With them living their dream of being the best Wonderbolts on the squad, life seems pretty good so far.

Then one night of a little drunken fun changes everything.

Whether it was for better or worse is up to them.


This fic is officially TittySparkles approved.

Chapters (4)
Comments ( 117 )

Interesting story! Excited for what will come next

Nice setup you got with this...

I'm game to see where you go with it.

~Skeeter The Lurker

Hmm, interesting start. Into tracking it goes.

Hooray! This has been a long time coming.
About time. :yay:

Good set up and could lead to a interesting story keep up the good work and I look forward to the next chappie.

What's PR stands for, Public Rutter? (laughs)

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D'awww, stop it, you guys.:twilightblush:

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You never know!

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Take it and like it, you whore :P

“Two shots of Golden Armor for you."

:raritywink:

You suck as hard as fleetfoot on a Friday afternoon, Jk <3 looking great so far

Hmm, a bit quick on the mood shift for Soarin', but that's probably a lot to do with Spitfire's goading and the alcohol. It'll be interesting to see how things go when he wakes up.

Sweet chap cant wait for more.

“Seriously, who comes up with these stupid names? Sounds like some stupid book title,”

Nothing like self depreciating humour

Sex and drinking are a dangerous combination.

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I've heard that stuff is pretty hard to come by, recently. The brewery hasn't shown a lot of activity.

Pretty good, but could I also get a glass of what they're drinking?

Wh-who..
Who else thought that Dewdrop was Soarin's mom for a few paragraphs there?

O-oh. Only me.

...okay.

“And now you’re making me leave this place like you’re my mother!”

CALLED IT
I SO CALLED IT
OH MY GOD
HAHAHAHAHAHA

WELL DONE SIR

I DON'T CARE IF HE WAS DRUNK I DESERVE THAT VICTORY
WHOOOO
*gasp* *hic* That was great. Another sho- bottle, please...

Grats on the feature!

6266676 i thought at first it was a creepy fan until she actually walked in then i thought it was his mother. but authors dont usually describe the main character's mom as pretty. or young.

“There we go,” he mused. “Two shots of Golden Armor for you.” :facehoof:

Loving where this is going so far. Great setup.

Hah, Dewdrop has Soarin wrapped around her hoof so badly it's not even funny.
Definitely can't wait to more, and yay for a new story from you! :pinkiehappy:

We don't have a whole lot of SoarFire on this site, which is a shame. Seems like almost every pairing I like, both OCs and characters from the show, are underrated or don't last very long. *Glares at Fallout Equestria: Project Horizons*

Anyways, I found this quite enjoyable. Having read too many stories with fancy english and vast, detailed worldbuilding lately, it's pretty refreshing to sit down and read something a bit more... easily digestible.

Hopefully this story doesn't fall in Limbo.

Ooohohohohoh, this looks interesting, you have caught my interest.
Nice going! :D

I love where this is going, and honestly i can't wait for more! :D
Awesome job, let's see where you take this!

Keep it up!

Comment posted by AJC deleted Jul 31st, 2015

I politely demand more right this instant.

A short leash indeed...

Golden Armor. References ahoy! :rainbowlaugh:
Great chapter, and Soarin finally standing up to Dewdrops, even though he wasn't fully up there, was pretty awesome.
The rest of the chapter...
Alcohol! Because no good story starts with someone eating a salad.

6267466 Mope about your love life in the ADP, not in the comments of a story.

Haha, oh I am sooooo following this! Love it!

Soarin cut her off with a massive belch before a spray of fluid drenched Dewdrops’s mane and front. She screeched and scrambled back as Soarin burped again and groaned.

This part was unexpected, but really funny.

I just finished reading chapter 1. Because of the sex tag, I almost didn't click on the story. But then I saw the username, and did so anyway. I'm glad I did. With so many people out there using gratuitous sex to draw attention to their stories, one can forget that it can actually be used for the plot. But I can already tell that this is a character-driven story.

This fic is officially TittySparkles approved.

Now write more of it so I can approve it harder.

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Give me about twenty minutes.

Man, what an awesome chapter. I trust that you got yourself appropriately drunk in order to form good, realistic imagery for this chapter. Not that I would know. I'm a few weeks below the legal drinking age myself. Buuuut I get the feeling this story is going to be at the forefront of my mind in the immediate future, for a variety of reasons.

Interesting start. Looking forward to where this ends up going.

Also, you made a booboo towards the end.

She wasn’t the PR manager for the Wonderbolts for a reason.

Change the 'wasn't' to 'was' or the 'for a' to 'for no' because it presently makes no sense. Slay the typo!

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I hear ya.

Fixed. With Duct Tape and WD-40.

“There we go,” he mused. “Two shots of Golden Armor for you.”
Spitfire clicked her tongue as she reached for one of the glasses.
“Seriously, who comes up with these stupid names? Sounds like some stupid book title,” she grunted before taking a small swig.
The pony shrugged his shoulders and turned around.
“Comes from somewhere down in southern Equestria called Floralda,” he said, looking over the label. “Ponies down there are pretty weird.”

:rainbowlaugh: You're the best, Comet! Loving this!

Spitfire wants second courses and more.

“Traitor,” he muttered before looking at himself in the mirror.

Major Johnson, what in the hell do you think you're doing?!

“Close the bucking door!” Spitfire wailed, her voice screeching in his ears.

They walk around naked normally, why does this matter? She already is being covered by the curtain.

Once he was out of Spitfire’s room, he trudged down the hallway, glancing at the numbers.

Wonder what city they are in, probably not Cloudsdale since I assume they might own houses there.

A plastic bucket rolled to Soarin’s hoof and pulled it up.

A plastic bucket pulled what up? The subject in this sentence is the plastic bucket.

Now with his memory starting to return, the obvious answer became more hazy as he ended turned the water off.

Looks like you were looking for two different ways to end the sentence.

It wasn’t her and more than likely never be her

"would"

reminding her that she just might have ruined her best friend’s life permanently.

Why permanently? I am sure cheating on a girlfriend isn't near as bad as if they were married. She was also a controlling bitch that seemed to be using him more as a status symbol.

Pausing in her preening, Spitfire glanced up to see Soarin stood at the bathroom doorway

"standing"

“Traitor,” he muttered before looking at himself in the mirror.

Yeeesssssss, fall for the yellow beauty that is Spitfire.

Traitorous dick! :twilightangry2:

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