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Soarin introduces Rainbow Dash to another Wonderbolt tradition: a monthly dinner outing with his best friend in the Royal Guard.

She soon realises that they have an awful lot in common to bond over.

(Rated Teen for some naughty jokes.)

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Reminds me how I got my nickname from basic. I was skinny, blonde, and freaked out all the time, just like the kid from South Park: Tweak.

Great story, man. Love little slice of life's like this that just have story sharing.

Sounds like my first year at seminary. Now, a bunch of ministry students can apparently have as weird nicknames as anyone else, especially in a co-ed dorm. They called me Father Brain, because they kept intentionally (or not, I never know) misspelling my name on attendance rolls, so it kind of stuck. I was one of the luckier ones, with Father Fireball and Vicar of Dick being some of the worse ones my friends got.

I like this. It's rare to find a fanfic that focus on the wonderbolts and the royal guard.

Oh wow. That... that nickname. Best laugh I had today.

Also, am I the only one who thinks

Flash’s eyebrows shot up. “Dude, you ever tried massaging a cherry with a sledgehammer?

sounds really dirty?

Stun Lock’s eye twitched. “Girl, you’re going to pay for that one.” He glanced at everypony around the table, and a grin broke out on his face as he stared at Tsunami. “Captain Cavemare.”


“Hmph.” Tsunami folded her forelegs and shot a smug grin at him. “You once tried durian after I offered, and you loved it!”
Flash paled. “Umm…”

Excellent way to work in a reference to a previous story.

Good stuff. I liked the group dynamics in this. Fun times.

As a hockey player who earned the nicknames "Lemmiwinks" because the first three letters of my last name are L E M and "Johnny Flame" because some dumbass didn't know the Human Torch's name was Johnny Storm and only knew he wanted to get people to yell "FLAME ON" as I walked down the hall in high school because I'm a ginger, this story made me smile. Liked, faved.

Now about that BJ.

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sounds really dirty?

It does, doesn't it? :twilightoops: I tried coming up with other analogies, but nothing else came close to invoking the same level of visceral overkill Shining's magic is capable of. :twilightsheepish:

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Now, a bunch of ministry students can apparently have as weird nicknames as anyone else, especially in a co-ed dorm.

A co-ed dorm? Huh. That seems really unusual for a religious institution.

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Not for Episcopalians. We're the liberal-est bunch in America.

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It does, doesn't it? :twilightoops: I tried coming up with other analogies, but nothing else came close to invoking the same level of visceral overkill Shining's magic is capable of. :twilightsheepish:

Too true. I think many writers forget how Shining Armor isn't exactly a weakling when it comes to magic. I don't what their parents gave them when they were young, but the results are scary.

Also, they can always keep this in mind when they're looking for a good way to tease Flash about a possible attraction to Princess Twilight! "Massaging a cherry with a sledgehammer" indeed...

That was a pretty fun story, great follow-up to the episode.

This fic made my day :rainbowlaugh:! My favorite part was the story about Shining Armor; I can totally see him saying something that dumb. And the ending, when Rainbow Dash declared that the elements were a team just like the Guard and the Wonderbolts, was one of the most heartwarming scenes I've read on this site.

In basic, I was "The Guy Who Knows Barbeque." My Squad Leader was impressed with my ability to name the components of barbecue in each of the Southern states, and asked me to brief it to my Platoon Sergeant and Company Commander on a few occasions.

The only nickname I can think of was my title in USMC boot camp. Due to being a brainiac, and having first aid training, whenever anyone had a medical issue they didn't want to take to Medical, they came to me; The Witchdoctor.

I treated everything from blisters, to ingrown toenails, to pain due to stress fractures. (It was about the only time I was given respect by my squaddies, for some reason Marines are intimidated by intelligence:twilightoops:) I got tons of over the counter drugs sent to me in care packages, including my parents (for some reason) trying to sneak me Advil disguised as M&Ms. They were not successful in the sneaking, and I still have no idea why they tried it, it wasn't like Advil was contraband.

I thought Spitfire would be called Sh*tfire.

So, what is Spitfire's normal call sign? :trixieshiftright:

The funniest part is that the Mad Pooper is somewhat accurate/likely. A lot of birds and similar animals will poop when startled, both for weight reduction reasons and for distraction of whatever spooked them (and like to get bonus points for direct hits).

It thus makes sense for a pegasus to think of it...

8809788 Oh, definitely. Most wont take it to the extent that Spitfire does here, though. :rainbowlaugh:

Woohoo! 100th upvote!
Here’s to the next 100!

Oh, this story's fucking great.

I enjoyed this. By the way, did you get the "Mad Pooper" idea from a certain Bob's Burgers episode?

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