1st person anthro; Leg Sweep is a janitor for the Wonderbolts with extremely good luck.
1st person anthro. Leg Sweep is living his dream! Being the oh-so-important janitor for The Wonderbolts. Life can't get much worse, but what happens when life takes a U-turn? After the biggest show ever in Wonderbolts history, a certain rainbow mare asks him to hit the bar with her friends. As time proceeds, so do the feelings for Rainbow Dash. Can Leg Sweep, the janitor, even get Little Miss Celebrity?
I heard the soft reverberation of the loudspeaker introduce the aerial acrobatics team, and the show was going to begin. It was a real turnout tonight. Almost every seat was filled, and there was a mile-long line by the ticket counter. Good for the celebrities who get to fly in circles and earn eight-figure pay checks, but alas the pendulum swings both ways, and I get to clean up the mess that the crowd leaves in their wake. It's completely fair! I work my ass off, and make less than them! All because their name was on the posters.
The earnings aren't even the problem. It's the fact that I'm not even recognized in this damn stadium! I'm among the few workers here, but the celebrities don't give me thanks. They just brush off the workers like dust in the wind, and they fly in more and more circles. What's better is they just picked up this oh-so-cute mare right off the street and placed her on the team. What was her name? Rainbow.......Dash? Yeah, Rainbow Dash. Little Miss Celebrity herself.
Still, though I had a adamant hatred for the team, I couldn't avoid Mother Nature and her teasing ways. The mares on that team were amazing in the looks department. They all had tight flanks, and amazing racks. Moreover, the staff says that they are terrible teases, only making them more beautiful in my eyes. I hate myself nightly for this, but this Rainbow Dash girl was the prettiest of them all. Her rainbow mane wasn't the only thing eye-catching about her. Her attitude, her eyes, and that "special move", the Seismic Boom-Boom?, all occupied my list of amazing thing about her.
"AND GIVE A WARM WELCOME TO OUR NEWEST WONDERBOLT! RAINBOW DASH!" the loudspeaker boomed again. "TONIGHT! WATCH HER PERFORM HER SIGNATURE MOVE: THE SONIC RAINBOOM!"
Oh yeah, Sonic Rainboom. Not that it even mattered to me. I walked over to the supply closet and grabbed my broom. The show was ending soon, and the true audience would reveal itself.
Slobs. Slobs! These fans are slobs! It wasn't hard to go throw your trash in the provided cans! So why leave it for me to clean up. I've seen it all. Cups, bowls, forks, money, condoms (sometimes used), even baby clothes. My iClod continued to blast the dubstep music into my left ear as my broom slowly cleansed the cloudy stadium. I was slowly feeling the rage build in me.
Why do I sit here and clean this....this...this SHIT?!, I thought.
My thought decided to personify themselves.
"WHY DO I CLEAN THIS SHIT EVERY WEEK!"
My wings splayed out in anger, my words piercing the heavens. I threw the broom down and flopped into one of the seats.
"Hang on guys! I forgot something!", a voice resounded from the stalwart sky.
I looked up, only to see a streak of rainbow fly towards the fliers entrance.
"She can't get in", I observed out loud.
I rolled my eyes and trudged over to the door.
"Come on! Open! My wallet's in there!", the voice shouted at the door.
She gave it a quick kick, only to have it budge a single inch. I walked up to her, patted her shoulder and inserted my master key to the locked door. It clicked open, and I moved the heavy door open for her.
"There you go.", I muttered.
"Ah! Thanks man!", she sprinted into the door, but she stopped mid stride, and turned to face me.
"W-wait here for a quick 'sec!", she shouted back at me.
I shrugged, and waited for the streak to reappear at the door.
True to her word, ten seconds later she was back beside me.
"Hey thanks guy!", she panted.
"It's fine.", I replied to the tired mare.
"I've never seen you around here before. Well in case you don't know, I'm Rainbow Dash!" She extended her hand for a shake.
I took her hand and replied, "Leg Sweep."
"So are you lost, or are you trying to get into the girl's locker room?"
"Well, since I work here and I have a key, I could if I wanted to."
"Work here? What do you do?"
I gestured to the entire stadium theatrically. "Janitorial staff!", I shouted in false pride.
"O-oh. W-well you do a good....job?"
"Oh gee! Little Miss Celebrity, who flies in circles for a living, approves of my cleaning skills. I'm SO FLATTERED!"
She looked stricken by my words, a sad look now on her face. I felt like a complete ass.
"Uh, listen. I'm sorry, I....I just hate my job is all.", I tried with the mare.
Her sadness still didn't fade.
"I-I'm sorry. I just wasn't thinking is all.", she said, her voice.....pleading?
Coming from a brash mare like her, I thought she'd be a little more arrogant.
"It's okay Rainbow Dash. It's my own damn fault. I just thought if I took a job here, maybe I would be noticed in the world. Maybe I could say 'Hey! I hung out with The Wonderbolts!', but no, I'm stuck cleaning for them.", I said spilling my guts out.
She smiled exactingly, and looked at me with those purple eyes.
"Do you want to hang with The Wonderbolts?", she whispered.
My eyes shot open in confusion. "What?"
"Yeah! Come on! Come hang with me and my friends!"
"B-but the stadium..."
"I'll help you finish it tomorrow, or I'm not the element of Loyalty!"
I gave it some real consideration, but come on! The Wonderbolts? I'm not missing this! "Yeah, I'll come."
"Cool! Go grab your car, and we'll head out!"
I splayed my wings for her, and smirked.
"Cars? In Cloudsdale? Funny!" I took to the air above her, and she grinned back at me.
"Try and keep up!", she shouted as she streaked past me.
The bar was a quaint little place. It was a small building, but managed to be filled with all sorts of people. Mares, Stallions, and Celebrities. The Wonderbolts were crowded around the counter talking amongst themselves.
"Take a seat man!", Rainbow Dash said as she clapped me on the back.
I took a seat a small distance from the team, and Rainbow went to greet the them.
"What'll you have?", the bartender said.
"Anything. Something to calm my nerves.", I said, my gaze never leaving the celebrities.
He slid a shot of whiskey my way, and I threw it back without missing a beat. The burning sensation trickled down my throat, and I rolled my shoulder back.
"Haha! Damn! Another!", I said as the alcohol entered my system.
A certain mare looked at me over her Long Island. I threw back four more shots of the liquor, and my previous anger was burned away by the whiskey.
"Hey dude! You can hold your liquor!", the mare shouted at me.
She walked over and noticed the logo on my shirt.
"Are you a Wonderbolt, cause I'm captain, and I don't know you.", Spitfire said to me.
I swallowed my fifth shot, and looked up at her.
"Nope. I'm your janitor. Leg Sweep at your service!", I said through my buzz.
I looked around the room, and saw Rainbow sitting with some Griffon girl.
I pointed to the Griffon and said, "Who's she?"
Spitfire looked at the individual I was pointing at, and adopted a look of disgust.
"Ugh, that's Gilda. Don't talk to her, she'll probably just kill you. That bitch." Spits muttered the last part of her statement.
"Not a fan of hers?"
"No, none of us are."
"Why is that?"
"'Cause I'm pretty sure she beats Rainbow."
"What?! You sure?"
"I can't be certain." Spits took the stool next to me, and she looked into my eyes.
"Sometimes in the shower, Rainbow has bruises in all sorts of places, but I don't know if they're from Gilda or Rainbow's recklessness. She's new, so she still crashes in practise, so that could easily be the cause, but.." Spits pointed back to the couple.
Gilda was saying something intense to Rainbow, and she was looking down at her hands. Gilda grabbed her chin, and jammed her mouth to Rainbow's.
"..It's moment's like that that tell me otherwise."
"Have you talked to her about it?"
"To Rainbow, yes, but she denies it and zooms off to practise like nothing happened."
"Sounds like a real problem."
"Yeah, but why should you care. I imagine you hate me."
"Well, yeah, but I still want to help. Got a plan?"
"Actually, yeah!" Spits got close to me, and began to whisper.
"So here's the deal. I'm making you an Honorary Wonderbolt, 'kay? But it has to seem legit, so we'll have a drinking contest, and you'll beat me. You'll be part of the team, and try to help Rainbow since she won't talk to us.", Spits said into my ear.
I nodded at the plan, but then a real hole came into view.
"Uh, what if I loose?", I asked in a panic.
"Don't worry, I've got it all planned."
She stormed to her hooves, and looked down at me with a smirk.
"Oh! Is that a challenge?!", she shouted.
I rose to my feet, and smirked back.
"Yeah! Pick your game!"
Spits pointed at the bar, and the bartender returned with a large tray of beers.
"Okay fine! Whoever can hold the most beers, wins!", she exclaimed.
"Okay!", I replied
"Name your stakes, colt!"
"If I win, you make me a Wonderbolt!"
The team broke into a chorus of "oos", "Ahhs", and "Is this foal fucking nuts?".
"If I win, you're my slave for three months!"
I saw Soarin' give an annoyed twitch at her stakes. Clearly, he wanted my position.
"Fine! Let's go!" We took seat next to each other, and the bartender delivered the beer.
"3!"
"2!"
"1!"
And we were off. I wasn't sure if Spits was trying to loose or not, but I was already ahead by one.
Come on Legs! You can win this!, I thought. After about four beers, my vision was getting weird, and I fell woozy. Just.....keep.....going!
Spits was starting to slow down, and a large blush took its place over her muzzle. She only had six beers when her head hit the table. I didn't even notice, I just kept drinking. The crowd in the bar kept clapping and cheering. I've never gotten this much attention before, and it felt great! This is how the celebrities feel! My new-found confidence prompted me to get another two beers in my gut, leaving me at eight. I won! And even my drunk mind knew it! The Wonderbolts were cheering, and the bartender was nodding in approval! I wanted to get up and boast, but the ground wanted a hug first.
Warm. I felt oddly warm. Not the kind of warm I would experience during a fever, but not the kind of warm you feel when your girlfriend hugs you. It was a strange brew of the two sensations. However, it was ultimately uncomfortable. I opened my eyes, much to my headache's distaste, and observed the environment. The walls were a mat blue, and had a single yellow stripe running horizontally around the entire room. The walls were covered in posters of Misty Fly, and some cute little drawings took up the empty spaces where the posters failed to cover.
As I was admiring the room of the clear Misty fan, I felt a wet sensation on my neck.
"Wha?", I muttered.
The wetness began to slowly move down my body. It moved to my biceps, then to my back, and then closer to my boxers. I began to silently panic.
Okay. You're in a room you've never seen before, and somebody is kissing you down to your crotch. Cangrats Legs, you got drunk!
I did the next logical thing that entered my head: I yelped, and threw myself onto the floor.
I hit the shag carpeting shoulder-first, and the covers came along with me. I groaned in pain, and the bed creaked in a shift of weight.
"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?", a very female voice said.
"Ugh, yeah", I replied.
I took off the covers, and looked at my bed-mate. It was, in fact, Misty Fly. Her blue hair was a little messy, and she was wearing.....well kinda nothing. She had a blue t-shirt on that covered most of her body, her chest and waist, but the two small lumps on her chest told me that was all she was wearing.
"Oh....my....god.", I muttered.
She gave me a confused look.
"God? What's that? A video game character?", she questioned.
I shook my head.
"No, it's just a saying I heard from somepony." I looked the half-naked mare over again, and tried to recollect my thoughts.
"Uh, so..... what should I call you?", I began
"Misty.", she replied.
"Did I, uh...?"
"Have sex with me?"
"Uh....not what I was going to ask, but sure."
She leaned into my ear, and whispered, "Yes."
I blushed hotly, and blinked once.
"Oh sweet Celestia!", I shouted as loud as I could.
I bolted up to my hooves, and grabbed two fist-fulls of my hair.
"Hey! Calm down! I'm sure you were just drunk, and-", she began.
I put my hands on her shoulders, and took a deep breath in.
"Misty, you're missing the point. I PUT MY PENIS INSIDE OF YOU!", I screamed.
"Without a condom, might I add.", she said.
I just about fainted there.
"WHAT?!"
She removed my hands from her shoulders, and sat me down on her bed. I sat, and she sat on my lap, not really helping my predicament.
"Okay, look. Yes, I did sleep with you, and yes it was unprotected. In your defense, you were drunk as a skunk, and were probably a little loopy.", she began
"Oh yeah! Loopy!", I joked in spite of myself.
"Yes, loopy. But if it makes you feel better, you were really clumsy, and you didn't seem to know what you were doing. I f I didn't know better, I would guess it was your first ti-. Oh man."
"Misty?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"THAT WAS MY FIRST TIME!"
She got off of my lap, and grabbed her arms. "Oh man! I'm really, really sorry! You were just so charming and nice, so I figured you rutted your fair share of mares in your life is all."
"Wait! Wait! Wait! You slept with a drunken version of me, because I seemed Nice and Charming?", I asked the odd mare.
She only nodded, a bright blush on her face.
"Fucking perfect! When I'm sober, nopony will look at me, but when I'm drunk, I get to loose my virginity to a celebrity! WHY CELESTIA? WHY?", I shouted at the ceiling.
I turned back to face her, but she was trying not to look at me.
"Uh, Misty, I'm sorry for blowing up at you. I guess I was a little panicked is all.", I said to her.
She still didn't look at me.
"Uh, great, thanks!", she mumbled.
"What? Why aren't you looking at me?", I asked.
She gulped and answered, "Did you forget bout the 'convenient slit' on your boxers?", she asked.
I looked down, and saw my erect member sticking out of the front of my boxers.
"UWAH! Dammit!", I shouted. I turned away from her, and fought with my boxers.
"Here.", she said, handing me my janitorial uniform. I put on the clothes, and turned back around.
"So.....breakfast?", she asked.
We walked into the cafeteria together.
"Okay, we agree not to talk about last night?", I asked her.
"Agreed.", she replied.
"Oh! And you won't be offended if I don't really want a relationship, right?", I asked her.
She smiled, and kissed my cheek.
"I think I'll carry on. But if you ever need a friend, you have me!", she said.
Misty walked in ahead of me, and I followed her.
Please Celestia, PLEASE! Don't let anybody know!
"Hey! There he is! The mare-killer himself!", Spitfire shouted at me as I entered.
She invited me over to her table, and I sat next to her. She noticed the unhappy look on my face.
"Hey, what's up?", she asked.
"Oh nothing! I just lost my virginity to a random celebrity in a drunken fuck last night is all!", I exclaimed.
"Trust me, we all know."
"ALL?"
"Yeah. As it turns out, Misty is a screamer."
"Even Rainbow knows?"
"No. She went home with Gilda last night!", Spitfire spat, "Why do you care?"
SHIT!
"O-Oh! I just think if Rainbow knew if I was sleeping around with the team, the plan wouldn't work as well.", I lied.
"Right.", Spits said, "Well anyway, you won fair-and-square last night. So, welcome to the team."
I blinked in surprise.
"R-Really?", I asked.
"Yep. Come on, let's go get you a uniform."
The uniform wasn't all that special. It consisted of blue BDU's, some black boots, and a Wonderbolts t-shirt. I put on the uniform, and looked in the mirror.
"Not bad!", Spits commented.
She tossed me a jacket. I looked it over, and saw that it had a lot on it already. It had the team logo stitched on both shoulders. It had a large, yellow lightning bolt down the back, and a set of silver wings pinned on the front.
"Silver?", I asked Spits.
"Yeah, silver, you're an Honorary Wonderbolt for now.", she replied.
"HEY! We agreed on me being a Wonderbolt!", I shouted.
"Yeah, but not which kind of Wonderbolt. Like I said, if you're good enough, I'll put you on the team.", she said.
I continued to look over the jacket, and noticed some weird things on it. On the collar, there was another pair of silver wings, just smaller than the other ones, and a single, golden bar.
"What's this?", I asked, pointing to the butter-bar.
"It's your rank: Second Lieutenant. You can't fly in a military-based group in Equestria without being an officer, so congrats.", she said.
"An officer, huh? So I get to boss people around?", I asked.
Spitfire laughed at me.
"Not at your rank! You are an O-1. You know what I am? An O-3, and the rest of the team is an O-2, so you're at the bottom of the barrel!", she laughed.
I hung my head in disappointment.
"Oh, right.", I said.
I put the jacket on, and followed Spits to get the rest of my supplies.
She handed me a key, and walked me to my room.
My room looked like anyone else's room. It was blue, with the same yellow stripe. There was a dresser with a mirror, and a bed with blue blankets and pillows.
"Okay! Looks like your set! Your flight suit is in the closet, it's one size fits all, and your PT clothes are in your dresser. We'll get you copies of your uniform and a name tag soon.", Spits said.
"One last thing we need to see."
I followed her to the smallest room in the base. Inside the room: A washer and dryer.
"Uh, why?", I asked.
Spits clapped my shoulder.
"We have a rule of thumb around here. Sex another member in their room, and you clean their sheets.", she laughed. I blushed, and nodded.
"Right.", I said back.
"Have fun! And your conditioning is at three!", Spitfire said as she left.
After I put Misty's sheets in the washer, and set it to "Bulk", I walked to my room to change. I went into my dresser, and opened it. Inside it were several pairs of blue shorts, and the same amount of yellow shirts. On top of all of them, was a little gift-wrapped package. It had a small note on it, and I looked at it.
Congratulations on banging Misty! Here's a little reward for your feat. ~Soarin' and the guys.
I put the note on the dresser. I opened the paper and looked at my "reward". It was several pairs of boxers wrapped around something. I removed the undergarments, and held the centre gift. It was an orange box of Trojan Horse brand condoms. I held the box for a second, until I placed them in my dresser with my PT clothes.
"Thanks guys. Could've used them nine hours ago.", I said to myself.
I pulled out a pair of shorts and a yellow t-shirt. I replaced them with my uniform, and I thought hard for a second.
"Am I supposed to PT in boots?", I asked the walls.
I heard some laughter from outside my door, and turned to see Fire Streak and Soarin' standing there.
"Uh guys, what's so funny?", I asked the two of them. Fire Streak held up a pair of yellow sneakers, and they both bolted down the hall.
"Ugh! Fuckers!", I shouted as I ran after them.
"Well, at least he's starting to fit in nicely.", Spits said as she watched the boys run down the hall.
These damn celebrities! Why are they so fast?, I thought between pants of my breath.
I had chased these two around almost the entire base, and somehow, they always were a hundred feet in front of me. I had tried using my wings, but that only made things worse. They could fly faster than they could run.
"Ah.......come...on...guys!", I choked out to the two asses in front of me.
"What?", Soarin' asked, running in reverse. "Getting tired rookie?"
I furrowed my row in anger at his taunts.
"No....I'm...fine!", I panted.
Fire Streak laughed. "
Just remember, you still have conditioning at three!", he shouted.
Soarin' tossed him the sneakers, and he took to the sky.
"Oh!......Celestia......Dammit!", I croaked.
I unfurled my wings, but I was tackled by a blue-grey mass before I even pumped. Soarin' laughed the whole way down to the ground.
"Go Fire! Hide em!", he shouted at his fleeing friend.
He had my shoulders pinned, and he looked down at me.
"Now beg for mercy, rookie!", he joked.
"Ah come on! Just give em back!", I said to the stallion on top of me.
"Not until you beg!"
"I'm not begging for shit!"
"Then it's simple. I won't let you go."
"You suck!"
He reached for one of my splayed wings, and yanked at one at one of the primary feathers.
"OW! Jeez! Don't do that!", I shouted in pain.
"Don't do what? This?", he said sarcastically, yanking at the feather.
"Stop!"
"Nah, this is too much fun!"
He yanked at the feather once more, and this time, it fell out. He looked down at the stray object in his hand, and tossed it aside. He was going to say something, but we heard a muffled laughter coming from somewhere close. We looked to the side, and much to my horror, saw Blaze and Fleetfoot laughing at the sight before them.
I blushed heavily, and I'm sure Soarin' was too. I tried to think of a decent explanation for the whole spectacle.
"Uh....um....I-Ican explain!", I stammered.
The mares only laughed again.
"I'm going to have to ask Misty if she really slept with you!", Blaze commented.
"Aw, don't look so sad, noob!. It's okay if you're a coltcuddler!", Fleetfoot said.
My blush only burned hotter.
"I'm not a coltcuddler!", I shouted at the mares. "Soarin'! Get off!"
Soarin' obliged this time around, and refused to look at the mares. The giggled, and walked over to us.
"Oh hey! Cheer up, guy! We were just kidding.", Blaze said to me.
"But it leads me to wonder, why were you mounting the new guy huh? As far as I could tell, you had a crush on cap'.", Fleetfoot said to Soarin'
The two's eyes went wide in realization.
"Oh no! Noob, they stole your shoes, didn't they?", Fleetfoot asked me.
"Yeah! Did you plan this?", I asked her.
She shook her head.
"No. It's a kind of hazing thing we do. Like the whole sheet rule, when a new member joins the team, we steal their shoes before conditioning. It happened to me, it happened to Blaze here, and it even happened to Soarin'."
"Great! Now I have to go find my shoes, if you don't mind.", I said in mock interest.
I gave a good pump of my wings, and took to the skies.
I was deep in the cloud layer above the base.
Fire Streak must be around here somewhere, I thought.
He was a Wonderbolt though, so he could be in Canterlot by now. I was feverishly searching the clouds for a trace of the yellow stallion.
"Come the fuck on! Where are you!", I shouted at the clouds.
I gave a strong buck at one of the clouds behind me. When I did, a strong aroma hit my muzzle. It was an odd, almost familiar smell. I couldn't put my finger on exactly what it was, but it was extremely potent. I got a little light headed, and some weird, sudden interest towards this smell. I flew in no real direction, only to the source of the smell.
I sniffed out the source, and much to my surprise, it was a cloud near-by. A small, quiet sound was coming from the cloud, but it was too quiet to tell what it was. As I approached the cloud, the noise became much clearer. It was a quiet sobbing.
I poked my head through the cloud, and saw a truly sad sight. Rainbow Dash was hugging her knees close to her chest. Her uniform jacket was torn, and her boots were gone. On top of that weird scent, clearly coming from Rainbow, the iron smell of blood hit my nose. She continued to sob, unaware of my presence.
"R-Rainbow.", I finally said.
She looked up, and turned her head towards me. One of her eyes was black, and she had dried blood tracing down the corners of her mouth. She was shaking, and her breath was ragged and shaky.
"Rainbow. Who did this to you?", I asked her.
I stood on the cloud she was on, and the scent only amplified. I swayed a little on my feet, and my loins started to stir. She took note of my sudden disorientation, and she began to back away from me.
"N-n-no! Just...just stay back!", she shouted at me.
"Rainbow! I just want to help!", I said to her.
"I don't want your help! Just leave!"
"You're hurt, Rainbow. I want to know who did this to you!"
I took a few cautionary steps towards her, and she continued to back away. She eventually reached the edge of the cloud we were on.
"Please.", she weakly said. "Just go."
I shook my head.
"I can't leave you here like this.", I stated.
I walked up to her, and knelt in front of her. The smell was overpowering now, and I nearly fell over. Rainbow was shaking more than before, and he eyes wouldn't leave mine. I put my hand on her cheek in an effort to comfort her.
"Rainbow, someone hur-"
She threw her self into my chest, sending us both flying backwards. I put my hands out to stop me from hitting my head. Rainbow was over me, looking down at my lips.
"Ugh, jeez, what was th-"
I was stopped by a pair of soft lips pushing up against mine. My eyes flew open, and I went completely rigid. Rainbow moaned as she pushed into the kiss more. Somehow, her tongue found its way into my mouth, and it was exploring every nook and cranny it could search out.
I didn't know what to do. There, sitting on my waist, was one of the most beautiful mares (Who I had a hateful crush on) pushing her tongue into my mouth. She had a girlfriend who was one of the most dangerous looking looking lesbians I've ever seen, but I felt like this kiss was.....right. Maybe it was the passion of the kiss, maybe it was the secret feelings I had for her, or maybe it was the odd scent coming from Rainbow, but I knew right then and there, that Gilda didn't deserve Rainbow.
..........The scent? The scent!
I put my hands on Rainbow's shoulders, and I pushed her off of me. A small strand of saliva connected our mouth for a second, before the distance between us broke it. The tears returned to her eyes again, and I wiped my mouth clean of spit.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!", she exclaimed, "I just don't know what came over me! I don' know, maybe it was about last night, or how nice you really are, or-"
"Rainbow!", I shouted, cutting her off. "You're in the heat. Trust me I can tell."
I put a small grin on my face to calm her down.
"Oh, that too.", she muttered.
That explains the smell.
"I'm really, really sorry. When I go into the heat, Celestia, I just loose my mind!", she said.
I put my hands up to silence her.
"It's all good Rainbow.", I lied.
Truthfully, I wanted to kiss her again, as she and rip off each other's clothes, my hands exploring her body, as we make love on top of a rain cloud........
"Uh, Earth to Legs? You still there?", she said, breaking me out of my mental utopia.
"Oh yeah, sorry."
I looked at her again. The tears on her jacket were not some accident. They were in a specific pattern. Talons.
"Rainbow.", I said to her.
She looked me in the eyes again.
"It was Gilda, wasn't it?"
She looked down at the cloud floor. Her fists clenched, and tears began to fall.
"Yes.", she whispered.
I sighed sympathetically, and pulled Rainbow close.
"It's okay, Rainbow. It wasn't your fault.", I said to her.
She began to sob into my shoulder.
"Let's go see Spits on this, okay?"
She only nodded.
"Come in.", Spits said from the other side of the door.
I grasped the handle of her door, and pulled it open.
"Ah, Legs, what do you need?", she asked.
"Uh 'cap, I think I'd better sow you.", I replied.
Spitfire looked confused. I grabbed Rainbow's hand, and brought her into the office. Rainbow looked down at the ground, and Spits dropped the papers in her hand.
"Oh.....my......Celestia", she breathed.
Spits went up, and put he hand on Rainbow's tattered jacket. She was inspecting it, but then she scrunched up her brow.
"Ah man! What's that smell?", she asked, looking accusingly at me.
She took another whiff, and looked back at Rainbow.
"Oh...Oh! Sorry.", she commented.
"Who did this?", Spitfire asked.
"Who do you think?!", I snapped.
"Gilda?"
Rainbow nodded, and Spits adopted an expression of rage.
"That.....thrice...damned......BITCH!", she screamed.
Spits walked back to her desk, and opened a drawer. She withdrew two dangerous looking, chrome pistols.
"You ever use one of these?", she asked, removing a pair of handcuffs.
"Wait! Shouldn't we call the police?", I said.
Spitfire threw her head back, and laughed.
"Legs, we are a military organization. We are the police!", she said.
She handed me one of the pistols, and gestured for both of us to follow her.
Rainbow was returned to her room, and Spits and I walked to the entrance of the base. She took out her cell phone, and dialled the police.
"Hello, Cloudsdale Police Department."
"Hey, it's Spitfire, I could use some backup."
"For, Ms. Spitfire?"
"A miss Gilda Griffon assaulted one of my fliers, and I'm thinking domestic violence as well."
"Very well, what's the adress?"
Spitfire gave them the address, and hung up her cell phone.
"Okay. You ready?", the commanding police officer asked us.
Spits rolled her eyes.
"Hey, macho man! This is my operation.", she snapped at him. "You guys follow me."
Spitfire walked up to Gilda's door, and knocked a few times.
"Gilda! Open up! It's Spitfire and the police! You've got no where to run!", she shouted.
The police began to encircle her house, and I clicked the safety on the gun.
"Last chance, Gilda! Come out now, or we come in!", Spits shouted again.
"Alright, she's not coming out.", the commander noted.
"Duly noted, commander!", Spitfire spat.
She took a few steps away from the door, and I went up next to her. Spitfire let out a vicious war cry, and kicked the door in.
"Wonderbolts' MPs!", Spitfire shouted as she entered the house. "Come out with your hands up!"
I levelled the pistol in front of me, and waited for the cops to file in after us.
"You know, in hindsight, we shouldda put on vests first.", I whispered to Spits.
She face-palmed, and shook her head.
"You won't need one if you don't get shot at! So stay low, and be smart!", she hissed.
"Gilda? Come out!". I shouted. "Or I swear to fucking Luna I will blow your head off!"
"Smooth rookie.", Spitfire commented.
"Is that a challenge?", a raspy voice called out.
I looked to the stairwell, and saw who I presumed to be Gilda. She was standing on the bottom stair, holding a shotgun over her shoulder. He hair was cut short, and her beak looked exceptionally sharp. She was in a grey wife-beater (how ironic), which had dried, red spots on its midsection. The dried blood on her gut highlighted her bust, which was exceptionally perky. Her skinny jeans were form fitting, and accented her narrow waist well.
Well.....I can see were Rainbow's coming from., I thought.
"Drop the gun, Gilda!", Spits shouted.
Gilda broke into a hysterical laughter.
"What are you gonna do? Shoot me? Puh-lease, we Griffons were born bullet-proof!", she said.
Gilda cast her gaze on me, and began to look me up and down. She was examining me, like a piece of meat.
"Tell you what, Shit-fire. You leave Tiny Tim here with me for some.......'fun', and I'll turn myself in later.", she joked.
I had no desire to find out her idea of fun.
"Try Tartarus no!", I shouted at her. "You hurt Rainbow, so now I'm mad!"
"Ooooh! Wow, aren't we brave!", she jested. "Yeah, so what? I hit that slut, but she deserved it! She wouldn't listen to me. I set her up with three of my guy-friends, and she acted like I was trying to kill her!"
I twitched a little at every word she spoke.
"How dare you", I muttered.
"Huh? Didn't catch that, meat!", she said.
"How. Dare. YOU! Rainbow is not some object! She's a living, breathing, beautiful mare! And to think that you treated such a nice mare like trash! You cannot comprehend the desire I have to kill you right now!", I shouted passionately.
"Awh! Have a wittle cwush now do we?", Gilda said.
"Oh that is fucking it!", I shouted.
I pulled the trigger on my gun three times, putting three holes in the wall behind GIlda. She looked at me intensely, and levelled her own gun.
"Bad move!"
She pulled the trigger, and me and Spits rolled to the side. The cops began to shoot at Gilda, but she didn't move. The bullets impacted her chest, but she barely flinched.
"Like I said! Bulletproof!", she shouted.
Gilda bolted off of the stairs.......and straight at me.
I only had enough time too look at the shotgun butt hitting me in the face. I reeled back at the blow, only for more of Gilda's punches to impact my ribs on four different occasions. I could hear the sounds of firearms being discharged, but Gilda didn't deviate from her onslaught.
"I'm gonna break you, meat!", she said as she backed off of me for a second.
She raised the shotgun for another blow, and began to bring it down.
Come on cuite mark! Don't skimp me now! Right before the butt impacted on my skull, I swung my arm into it, and sure enough, it went to the side. The sudden change in driection caused Gilda to loose her balance, and she fell into me.
I put one arm around her shoulders, and another on her arm. And true to my namesake, I swept one of her legs out from under her, and we fell to the ground. She was underneath me, and I took the same are I had grabbed, and pinned it to the ground. I released her shoulders, and pinned her other arm.
"Give up, and I won't break any bones!", I threatened.
"Heh, it's not my bones that will break.", she said.
Gilda head-butted me, and I lost my control over her. She used this opportunity, and rolled us over. Now Gilda had the control.
"Hahahaha! Now if only we were together!", she remarked, "Too bad!"
She raised one of her claws high, and brought it down. Hard. I felt her three identical talons enter my rib cage. I shouted in pain, and Gilda raised her arm again. My blood was dripping of the sickle-like talons of Gildan, and she only grinned at the life-giving fluid.
"Ah! Pony blood always smells good!", she said.
She brought her talons back to my lungs, but this time, she struck deeper. I felt every single talon in my chest, threatening to end my life.
"Get ready to die, meat!", she spat. I closed my eyes, preparing for the end.
Right before she jerked her hand, a swift boot to the face knocked her off of me. Because she flew off of me, her talons, instead of jerking up, jerked to the side. They drew three identical down the side of my body. It turned out that Spitfire hadn't completely abandon me, and kicked Gilda in the jaw. Gilda flew a few feet to her right, and hit a wall.
Spits walked over to her, and knelt in front of Gilda.
"Bullet-proof huh? Let's see how bullet proof your eye is.", she muttered.
Spits put the pistol to Gilda's right eye, and pulled the trigger twice. The two lead death-bringers flew through her eye, and ripped her brain apart.
Gilda went limp, and her head lolled forward.
"Nighty night, bitch!", Spitfire said, before she spit on Gilda's body.
I let my head hit the floor, and I put my hand to my ribs. My hand was soaked in warm blood, and breathing became harder and harder as time went on. Spits ran over to me, and fell to her knees.
"Hang on Legs! You're gonna be okay.", she said frantically.
"I.....I better be. I need to tell Rainbow that.......that....we killed the bitch.", I choked.
Spits only laughed, and she tried to put pressure on the wound.
"You know", Spits began. "Those vests might've helped a little."
I let out a pained laughter.
"You.....you dont....say.", I said.
Spitfire had tears in her eyes.
"Come on....'cap! Don't cry.", I said to her.
She wiped the tears away and looked at me.
"Crying, who me?", she said in false bravado.
"What...will Soarin' think?", I asked.
She blushed a little. "W-what about that half-wit ?", she said.
"Come on 'cap, I know there's something between you guys.", I said.
She rolled her eyes.
"Please, I wish. He dosen't have the gust to say anything.", she spat.
"Maybe....you should make the first move."
"You...you think so?"
"Yeah! You two would be....adorable."
I began to painfully cough, and Spits only looked more worried.
"MEDIC! Come the fuck on!", she shouted out the door.
My breathing only became more laboured, and my vision was blurring.
"Come on Legs! Stay with me!", Spitfire screamed.
"R....Rainbow.", I sputtered before everything went all black.
"........And that's the time I slept with Princess Luna.", a voice said as I slowly regained consciousness.
"Alright Legs, I've got to go, but you feel better.", the voice said.
I slowly opened my eyes, and I took a deep breath in.
"Hmm?", I said as I slowly re-entered the land of the awake.
"Rookie? Is that you?", the voice said.
This time I could comprehend it, and I noticed it was female.
"Slept...with Luna, hmm?", I said, as my eyes opened fully.
It was Spitfire standing in the entrance of my room. She smiled happily at me, and walked back in my room.
"Well hey, Sleeping Beauty!", she said, tapping me on the gut.
"You....didn't answer me, Spits.", I said, trying to figure out speech again.
She laughed, and tapped me again.
"Maybe another time.", she said with a wink.
I shot her a death-glare.
"Bitch. So, how long was I....?", I asked
"Well, erm, d-does that really matter?", Spits said nervously.
"Kinda!"
"A month, at most...?"
My eyes widened at her statement.
"One month?!", I asked.
Spits nodded, and put on a sheepish grin. I let my head hit the bed in a mix of surprise and anger. I let out an annoyed exhale, and sat back up.
"Was it really that bad?", I asked Spits. She pulled up a chair, and sat next to me.
"Well Legs, it wasn't good.", she began with a serious look. "You had some major internal bleeding, a punctured lung, four broken ribs, and..."
Spitfire looked very worried now.
"Several severed tendons on you wings."
I took a fearful gulp, and clarified the bad news.
"S-severed tendons on my wings?", I stammered.
She nodded and patted my shoulder.
"Yeah, but it's going to heal up within the next week. You're lucky that magic has been incorporated into medicine these days.", she said with a semi-reassuring smile.
I let out a small breath of relief, and smiled a little. As I was enjoying my small moment happiness, a nagging thought hit me.
“Has Rainbow....?”, I asked.
Thankfully, Spitfire understood the open-endedness of my question. She brandished a toothy grin.
“Legs, she’s come to see you every day so far! I swear man, she worships you. I think you’ve got something going on here.”, she exclaimed.
Her little statement warmed my heart up. The mare I had secret crush on was now looking upon me as a hero! I looked around the small hospital room to see if what Spits was saying was true. Unfortunately, Rainbow was nowhere to be seen.
“Spits? Where is she now?”, I asked Spitfire. She looked back at me, and gave me a confused look.
“What do you mean?”, she asked.
“Rainbow Dash, where is she?”, I replied.
“Oh! Yeah, she’s at the spa!”
“The spa?”
“Yeah I told her to take the day off, that’ll I would watch you today.”
I put on a happy smile. I was glad Rainbow knew I existed, but I was also glad that she wasn’t running herself ragged from watching over me.
“You look pretty happy, Legs.”, Spits commented.
I nodded, and tried to sit up.
“Well Spits, I am. Not only for the fact that Rainbow ‘Worships’ me, but the fact that she’s not all mentally fucked over everything that’s happened.”, I said.
I ran a finger down one of my legs to get it going again. It twitched a little at the touch, and I swung it over the side of the bed. I gave it a few cautious swings to get blood flowing again.
One the warmth returned to the one leg, I moved the other one over the side of the bed.
“Can you stand?”, Spits asked.
Both of my hooves were planted on the tiled floor.
I gave her an unsure smile, and said, “We’re gonna find out!”
In a burst of masculine arrogance, I burst to a standing position...........only to wobble, and nearly face-plant into the bleached tiles below. Spitfire ran over, and was able to stop me from making a fool.
“Heh, thanks,” I said to her.
I allowed myself a second of defeat, and another to regain my almost-existent balance. I felt my body slowly steady out, and my hooves felt secured to the earth.
“I think I’ve got it,” I said to Spits.
“You sure?,” she replied.
I nodded my head a few times, and Spitfire released her grip on my arm.
Instead of falling flat on my face, I was able to stand this time.
“Haha! Told ya!,” I boasted.
Spits rolled her eyes, and tossed me my uniform.
“Here, you fool.,” she said.
I replaced the scant hospital gown with my comfortable blue airman’s uniform.
As I was pulling the powder blue t-shirt over my body, I noticed the aftermath of Gilda’s attack. Three parallel lines were raked across the left side of my chest. The flesh was slightly raised, and was a rosy pink. I put my finger on one of the lines of flesh, and it was very sensitive to the touch.
As I felt the chills roll up and down my body, an odd emptiness hit me. I don’t know what caused it, but it was driving a real wedge in my mind.
“Spits?,” I called
“What’s up, rook?,” she called back.
“Did......did I die?,”
Spitfire walked up behind me with a very hollow look on her face. She wrapped me into a hug, and her voice was muffled by my frame. I pulled her off of me, and grabbed her shoulders.
“Spits! Answer me! Did. I. Die?,” I shouted.
As I spun her around, I saw tears brimming in the corner of her eyes.
“Sweet Celestia,” I breathed. “I.....I actually did die. Didn’t I?”
“Legs, you need to understand by the time we got you here, you were almost gone,” she began.
`The tears in her eyes began their descent to the ground.
“The doctors were able to stop the bleeding, but your lung caused a real problem.,” she said.
With each word, her voice became more and more saddened.
“Twice! Twice, Legs! You died TWICE!,” she shouted. “And I was left powerless to do nothing! We thought we lost you!”
She buried her head in my chest again, and began to sob.
“Oh, Spits.”
I held Spits until she eventually calmed down. The tears began to run dry, and her breath was left ragged.
“You okay?,” I asked.
She took another shaky breath, and lifted off of my shirt.
“Y-yeah.,” she muttered, “Go and see Rainbow. I’ll be fine.”
I hugged Spits one last time for good measure. She accompanied me out of the hospital, and left me to head to the local spa.
Ponyville was a quaint little place, nestled at the base of Canter Mountain. The buildings retained their medieval origins, being comprised of stone and thatched roofs.
The folks about town were a very diverse mix. All three species, Earth, Unicorns, and Pegasi, walked to and fro between the nice array of shops in the town square.
Compared to Cloudsdale, this was a real culture shock. Never did I think that all three race could commingle so peacefully.
About half-way through my walk, an important detail hit me. I had no idea where the spa was. I soon felt the slowly corrupting dread of being lost cloud my brain, and my heart rate increased slightly.
There has to be someone here that knows the layout of town, I thought.
As I desperately searched for a town map three small fillies took me to the ground.
The three were on a blue scooter, and as it would appear, the drive had bad depth perception.
“Ow! Jeez, watch it!,” I snapped.
“Sorry mister, but we have some work to do, so let’s file the lawsuit later!”, one of the fillies said as she put her scooter back on it’s wheels.
“Scootaloo! That wasn’t very neighborly of ya!,” a southern voice said from the three.
“Yeah! Look, he’s even been in the hospital recently.” a final , annoyingly squeaky voice chastised.
“Look!,” I interjected, “It’s okay, I’m fine. There’s no reason to fight over it!”
The three ceased their small squabble and looked up at me.
“Sorry mister,” the squeaky one.
I took a deep breath to prevent me from yelling at the girls.
“So, why are you three taking out strangers on a scooter?,” I asked the three.
“Oh! That’s easy!,” the driver said. As if on cue, the three stood in a line across the sidewalk, making a short, stubby wall.
“We’re the Cutie Mark Crusaders!”, the three burst out in tandem, “Always questing to find our Cutie Marks!”
“Ahm Applebloom,” the southern one started.
“I’m Sweetie Belle,” Ms. squeaks-a-lot piped.
“And I’m Scootaloo,” the driver said, completing their little ritual.
I laughed at the small spectacle before me. In an attempt to humour the fillies, I clapped my hands in mock applause.
“Nice, nice,” I commented, “Well anyway, I’m Second Lieutenant Leg Sweep.”
Scootaloo’s eyes lit up as soon as the final words left my mouth.
“Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!”, she exclaimed. her unfortunatly sized wings began to buzz, and she floated around me.
“You’re the dude that saved Rainbow Dash!”, she said.
I let out another small giggle, and allowed her to finish her groveling.
“Well no, not really. I told Spitfire about Rainbow's problem , but I got my ass handed to me.......and my lungs ripped out.”
“But Still! You must’ve been totally awesome in the fight!”
“Yeah Mister Leg Sweep!,” Sweetie Belle interjected, “Maybe you can help us on our quest.”
“So what’s your Cutie Mark of?”, Applebloom asked.
I blushed at her question. In “Adult” Equestria, asking someone for their cutie mark was the equivalent of asking for someone to rip off their pants. I surveyed the scene to make sure nobody heard their small mistake.
“Uh, girls? Please don’t ask me that.”, I said in a hushed tone.
“But why?”, Scootaloo asked.
“Uh, er, I tell you later.,” I lamely said, “But before I help you on your ‘quest’, can you help me?”
“Sure!”, Sweetie Belle squeaked (much to my ears’ displeasure)
“Can you tell me where the spa is?”
“It’s over on the next street. Its a big blue building, you can’t miss it.”
I bid the three farewell, and continued my quest for Rainbow.
The spa doors emitted a peaceful chime as I entered the place.
“Hello?”, A voice called from somewhere unseen.
I looked around for the voice, but could not find it’s owner.
“Um, hi? Is anyone there?”, I asked the seemingly empty place.
“Silly colt, I’m behind you!”
I turned to face the owner of the voice, and was gifted with a rather....unusual sight.
It was a blue coated mare, with long, flowing rose hair. She had on a bleached lab coat which extended past her thigh, but not much else. The only other things on her body were a pair of solid white panties and a bra.
“Can I help you?”, she asked in a satin smooth voice.
“Uh.....,” I muttered.
I soon snapped myself out of my stupid, beauty-induce waking coma.
“Uh, yeah, sorry. Is Rainbow Dash here? I’m looking for her.”
“Ooh! Sorry! You just missed her”, the spa pony replied. She paused for a moment, and cast an inquisitive glance on me.
“Say, you wouldn’t happen to be Leg Sweep, would you?”, she asked.
“Uh, yep. The one and only, I guess.”, I replied sarcastically.
She elicited a happy gasp, and ran over to me.
“Oh! Rainbow has said so much about you!”, she said in one breath, “Tell me, do you have any ‘battle scars’?”
“I have a few.”
I lifted up my shirt, and exposed the pink flesh to the spa pony.
“Mes goodnes! Comment courageux de ta part!”, she said in a tongue unknown to me.
“I guess?”, I said in attempt to keep the conversation alive.
“Come with me! You must have so much stress built up inside you! please, it’s on the house! I must learn this tale!’, she said with much dignity.
I followed her to the “spa” area, and she stopped me from going any further.
“Please remove your shirt and pants.”, she said in all seriousness.
“W-what?!”, I said to the now less dignified pony in front of me.
“It’s so I can give you a massage. Mon Dieu! L'esprit mâle!”
I followed the pony’s instructions, and was rewarded with being led to a massage table. As I began to climb on, I saw a pure white mare sitting in one of the tubs adjacent to the table. She was completely nude, and the tops of her bare breasts were floating above the surface of the water.
“Oh! Jeez!”, I exclaimed at the sight of the mare. I moved to leave the room, and grant her some privacy, but was stopped by a blue hand.
“This is a coeducational spa. If you are offended by having a nude opposite in the same room, you can leave.”, she said harshly.
“It was more about her than me.”
“The same rules apply. If she’s offended, she can leave.”
I shrugged at her fair point, and lied down on the table. The spa pony went off to the side to grab some clear containers of multi-coloured liquids. She uncapped one, and poured its contents on her hands.
“So tell moi, how do you know Rainbow.”, she began. She brought her soaked hands down onto my bare back, and the oils began their effect.
It started off as a dull heat, but as she rubbed, it picked up in temperature, relaxing the tight muscles under the surface.
“Oooohhhh.”, I moaned, completely ignoring her question.
“What an unsatisfactory answer.”, she joked.
“Sorry. Well, I’ve known about Rainbow for a while. We started working at Cloudsdale Colosseum at the same time.”
“I first saw her in show on her debut. My first impressions weren’t.........nice. I was a little bent outta shape at the fact that they just picked her up off the street, and now she was making more than I’ll ever make in a lifetime.”
“After that first show, I did some research. As it turned out, she was a multi-time national hero, AND one of the Elements of Harmony.”
“I thought to myself, ‘How could one mare just be so perfect?! Fast, heroic, stunningly beautiful.’ That’s when I realised I had some feelings for her.”
“As time progressed, the feelings skyrocketed. So by the time Spits offered me to help her with her ‘Gilda Issue’, I was more than happy to accept.”
“So you were trying for some.....’action’?”, the spa pony asked.
“Honestly,” I said in reply, “At first yes, but I soon realised what a real problem she had. Those sexy urges, after being accidentally given in to by Misty, turned into something bigger.”
“Love?”, she asked.
“I.....I think so.” I sat up on the table, and looked at the floor in thought.
“But I have no idea what to do about it.”
“Well, be fair to her!”, an English voiced piped up.
I looked up at the bathing white mare, and saw she had gotten out of the tub. A equally white towel, with purple trim to match her perfectly styled hair , was wrapped around her voluptuous body.
“I’m sorry?”, I said, “But who are you?”
“I am Rarity, a close friend and ex-girlfriend of Rainbow Dash.”
“Ah, I see. So what do you mean by be fair’?”
“Be honest with her. After that destructive experience with Gilda, hurting BOTH of you, she needs someone to be kind to her for a change.”
“So be straight-up with her about I feel?”
“If that’s how you want to phrase it, yes. Tell Rainbow you love her, hold her close, kiss her, Tartarus! Sleep with her, just don’t be unkind. And so help me Celestia, if you hurt her,” she stopped her sentence to point at me.
Well, to point at the bulge in my boxers.
“I will turn it inside out and make you experience the everyday experiences of a mare!”
I took her threat to heart, and nodded in fear.
“G-gotcha! I think I’ll be going now.”, I said.
I turned and thanked the spa pony, and rushed out the door.
Come on Legs, think! Rainbow must’ve gone back to base right? Only one way to find out!
WARNING! THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER IS NOT SAFE FOR WORK, AND IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. HATERS, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
I bolted towards Cloudsdale at blinding speeds. The wind rushed over my ears and off the back of my wings, reminding me of the euphoria that is awarded when flying. I allowed myself to wallow in the sensations, and closed my eyes. My arms spread out to my sides, and I flattened my ears to go flush with my head. A small smile twisted upwards as the happiness flowed free. I had forgotten how much fun it was to fly fast. To be honest, I had forgotten what made me happy. I was dead bolted to that job for the longest time, I couldn't feel real happiness.
As my mind flooded with memories of things that used to amuse me, one burned brighter than the rest. It had rainbow hair, a brash attitude, and the best scent in the world. My eyes opened as I thought of her, and how much I actually felt for her. I remembered how I found her, all battered and broken, on that cloud, I remembered the kiss, the thoughts I had of her. But most of all, I remembered what I gave up for her. I died for her, twice, and there was no way I was going to let her slip through my fingers.
The edges of the cloud city were within my grasp, and I could already feel the anxiety taking over. The sick thrill of eagerness drove me through the cloud streets towards the base. Anybody too close to my path was pushed aside. I was not going to stop for anything, anything at all. I had one goal: Rainbow.
The streets became less and less populated as the Wonderbolt training base came within view. Its large walls, composed of an air-light stone, were clearly out of place in the bleach-white city of clouds. There was no place for barbed wire and guard towers, and to most citizens, machine guns and grenades weren't the way to train acrobats.
Their positions were valid, but through all of this grumbling and protest, not a single mare, stallion, or teenage foal went as far as to spray-paint their position on our walls. Maybe the guard towers did serve a purpose, but not the one we wanted. I suppose it was lucky that The Wonderbolts were famous in most of Equestria,otherwise we would be a bunch of crazy fliers with guns.
I landed at the gates, and awaited security to let me in. Under their protective and bullet-proof armour, I could see their poorly-hidden expressions of shock. Clearly, somepony didn't get the message that I wasn't dead.
Their hands hovered near their automatic pistols as they approached the "ghost".
Is this how they treat everypony around here?, I wondered. Saying hello with firearms?
"Hold right there!" one of the guards said, "We need to clear your ID."
"ID? What ID?" I asked.
As far as I knew, there were no "ID's" or anything of the sort before I...left.
"Your ID badge, sir," the guard replied. "I'm going to have to see it to let you pass, otherwise get out of here."
"What the Tartarus? Don't you see my rank?" I asked. "They just don' give these out to everyone!"
"Sir," the other guard piped up, "As far as we know,that could be fake, along with those wings on your lapel."
My patience was quickly dwindling. I couldn't believe that they were putting me through all of this bullshit. I should be known, even a little. I had died, and even drew the Capitan away from her duties.
"Don't you know who I even am?" I asked with anger. "I'm Leg Sweep! You know, the guy who died?"
"Sir!" the guard who spoke first shouted. "Control that temper of yours, or I'm going to have to escort you out of here!"
"Let me through! I have to see Rainbow!"
I made the mistake of charging the gate, and paid the consequences. The guards jumped at me in an attempt to subdue me. One of the guards pulled out a taser, and I could hear the coils charging up.
"HEY!" a voice shouted above the noise. "What's going on?"
The owner of the voice landed, and crossed her arms UNDER her breasts.
"Ah! Lieutenant Fly!" one of the guards stammered out.
The two of the went to attention, the taser still whirring with an electric charge. She walked past them, throwing an evil glare in their direction.
"Misty. Thank Celestia you got here when you did," I said, relief washing away the adrenaline from the fight.
Misty cast a warm smile my way, and pulled me into a crushing hug. I could hear her happy sigh in my ear as she embraced a friend who she thought was dead.
"Oh Legs!" she said. "I'm so glad you're okay! I thought you would never wake up!"
"Well, you know me," I said in false confidence. "Nothing can really keep me down."
"But, why are you here? Shouldn't you be resting?"
"Heh, I think a month is long enough!"
I let a moment pass before I asked my next question.
"Um, Misty?" I asked, my voice getting weak. "Have you seen Rainbow around anywhere?"
She looked up at me and blinked a few times. After the realization hit her, she gave me a devious smile.
"Oh! I see!" she said with all playfulness. "You're looking for Rainbow. Well, you're in luck, she's in her room."
I blushed at her remark, and looked away from her playful grin.
"Uh, um, thanks," I sputtered out. "Can I go through now?"
Misty released me, and let me into the base. I bolted to the living quarters, and began my search for Rainbow. I ran past room after room, looking for the one she owned. I ran past one room with the door cracked open. There was a soft noise coming from the other side of the wood. My curiosity piqued, and I peaked into the crack. But the room wasn't Rainbow's. Not even in the slightest.
On the other side of the door was Spitfire, but Spits wasn't alone. Soarin' was also there, thrusting his stallion hood into Spits. She was face down in her bed, and had a pillow clenched between her teeth. Her face was flushed red, and her eyes were rolled back. She moaned into the pillow with every stroke of Soarin's member.
Soarin's face was also flushed. His eyes were clamped shut as he pushed into Spits' marehood. His tongue was hanging out of a lewd smile.
His pace began to quicken, and Spitfire began to moan louder and louder. Soarin's smile soon faded into an expression of strain as his hips pumped at an increased frequency. His breathing became more ragged, and his face flushed a deeper shade of crimson.
"Ugh! Spits! I'm gonna..." he said.
"Oh Soarin'! Please!" Spits shouted in ecstasy.
Soarin' reared his head back, and gave it a few more strokes. After about five, he groaned loudly, and sighed in pleasure. Spitfire moaned one last, lingering moan as Soarin' finished inside her. He pulled his hips back, and his now softening member withdrew from Spitfire's dripping marehood.
He sighed deeply, and rolled over to the other side of the bed, holding the sleepy Spitfire close to his athletic frame. Her breathing slowed as she slipped into a nice, relaxing sleep against him, ending their afternoon of festivities.
I slipped away from their door, and attempted to erase what I just saw. I was blushing heavier than before, and had the most shameful boner in my life.
"Jeez! The Captain was pretty literal with my advice," I said to nobody in particular.
"Hey! Who's there!" Soarin's commanding voice called to the hallway.
I jumped, and continued down the halls as fast as I could, hoping Soarin' wouldn't catch me snooping on his sex with Spitfire.
As I neared the end of the hall, I needed to make a single stop. My room.
I opened the door, and looked inside. It was nearly the same, save two changes to the décor.
On the left most wall was a poster. It had a silhouette of a flyer, and the caption "Coming Soon" written on the bottom of the paper. I examined the poster closer, and noticed an eerie detail. The hair, the frame, the weird cut in the right ear, it was all too unmistakable.
The silhouette was of me. They were advertising my arrival to the team.
There was a note taped to it, but I would read it later. There was still the other change to my room.
The rainbow-maned mass that was asleep on my bed. She was fast asleep in nothing but her lingere. Her sweat practice clothes were discarded around the room, along with a wet towel. The air smelled like a gym, and had that thick mugginess about it.
Her eyes were puffy, and the little bit of make-up she was wearing was smeared on her face. She had been crying, there was no doubt about it. And I knew deep down, those tears were shed for me. I had saved her life, and how did I come out of that? Dead. I had died and left her no sign of ever waking up again. I couldn't help but fee awful for what I did, but it was more important to set it all right.
I sat down on the bed next to her and ran my fingers through her dishevelled mane. It was silky to the touch, despite the sweat it just soaked in, but it was cold and damp. She must have showered before coming here, or I was running my fingers through dirty hair.
My fingers roused Rainbow. Her cerise eyes began to slowly part, revealing their redness. She had been crying.
"Hmm?" she said groggily. "Who's there?"
Her eyes opened wider, and I could see my reflection in her orbs of purple. They shot ipen in surprise as they realized who they were looking at.
"Legs!" she shouted.
Rainbow jumped up, and tackle-hugged me into the bed. She was tearing up again, and her fingers curled around loose fragments of my uniform jacket. I wrapped my arms around her, and returned the loving embrace. Her body soon became racked with sobs as she clenched the stallion she had lost.
"Oh Legs, I thought I had lost you," she said between sobs. "Spits told me these horror stories of you first month in the hospital. I never though you were coming back. I couldn't bear it, the though of loosing the stallion I-"
"Stallion you what, Rainbow?" I asked in return.
"Well...stallion that...that I may have feelings for."
Her cheeks flooded crimson, and she looked me in the eyes, a sheepish grin accenting the blush. She leaned up from my body, and put her arms on either side of my body. Her eyes drifted to my lips, and she slowly began to descend. Those cerise orbs closed as her lips met mine. This time, there was no heat to blame, no sexual trauma, no impending threat of death, or any of that. This time, there was only one factor. Love between two ponies.
Her lips pressed harder against mine, and I pushed back with equal passion. I allowed my eyes to fall shut, and I pushed into Rainbow's lips, sealing us together.
Her tongue snaked between my lips, and I part my mouth to let it in. Everything reminded of that fateful kiss on the cloud. The one that saved Rainbow, and razed me. This time, though,I was going to make it last.
I pushed my own tongue into her mouth, exploring it as hers wrestled mine for control. Rainbow began to moan softly, wanting to progress in our fight. She seductively moved one of her hands down my stomach, and to my left thigh. She grazed her fingers down it with a feather-like touch, and ended up at the inevitable bulge in my pants. She began to rub it softly, but as the hardness increased, so did her pace.
I groaned into her mouth as her hand moved faster along my groin. She seperated from me, and looked own at my face.
"Let's get these out of the way," she cooed in a sultry tone.
She unclasped the belt-buckle that held the belt in place, and tossed the entire belt to the floor. Her fingers fiddled with the buttons, and got them separated from each other. There was only one obstacle left, the zipper.
She clasped the metal between her teeth, and unzipped it with her mouth. Her eyes met mine as she slowly moved down my waist. Chills ran down my body as her nose ran over my erect member through my boxers.
She finished off the zipper, and then grabbed the waistband of the pants.
"Ready?" she asked, a smirk plastered on her face.
"Do it," I replied.
She pulled vigorously at my pants, and in one clean pull, removed them from my body. Her attention then returned to the bulge in my boxers.
"Ooh, damn, you're really this hard already?" she asked, her smirk growing into a smile.
She placed her hand on the bulge once again, and began to rub. The pleasure was unimaginable. Her hands were working at a seductive pace, with a mix of rubbing and squeezing.
"Let's see the king's sceptre!" she exclaimed.
She parted the slit in the boxers, and my full stallionhood sprung forth. It was completely erect, standing at full 15 inches, an average length for a stallion my age.
Rainbow's eyes lit up with a child-like wonder as she looked over my penis with hungry eyes. Her tongue licked over her lips, and she moved her lips closer to it. She planted a kiss at the head, and licked her lips again.
"Mmmh, tastes like candy!" she said.
Rainbow kissed the head once more, before running her tongue over it a few times. She giggled softly, and enveloped my member between her lips. I took a sharp intake of breath as my mind raced to cope with the pleasure of having the head of my penis in her mouth.
While it was inside of her mouth, her tongue ran around the tip, coaxing more pleasure out of me. After she had her fun licking at me, she bobbed her head up until I was almost out of her mouth, and she descended down again, swallowing more of my shaft than before. Right before she reached her limit, she sprung up again, starting the process all over again.
The sensation of her head bobbing over my stallionhood was incredible. She had sucked on it a little, just enough to have the soft inner skin of her cheeks rub over the sides, while her tongue ran circles around me. My instincts took over, and I placed a hand on her head, and began to control the rhythm of her head.
I pushed her head down further down onto my member, and I could feel the beginning of her throat on my tip. Rainbow gagged slightly, but giggled once her gag reflex was under control. I continued to push my member into the back of Rainbow's throat, and I could feel my climax growing. Rainbow used one of her hands to stroke the remaning fles that she couldn't swallow, doubling the forces on me.
The release was close, and I could feel it. I pulled my member out of her throat, and let her suck on the first few inches, closer to the sensitive head.
"Ugh, Rainbow, I'm close!" I warned her.
She took the message, and bobbed with faster strokes, just until I let it all out. I groaned in pleasure as my member began to throb as it deposited a hefty amount of sperm into Rainbows mouth. She began to stroke it with er hand, coaxing out any lost drops that wouldn't come with the first release.
She removed my shaft from her mouth, but the sperm was still in her mouth. Her cheeks were puffed out slightly due to the load in her mouth. She opened it, and I could see the pool of murky white liquid in her mouth. She winked at me, and rolled her tongue back, closing her mouth. She gave a mighty swallow, and the semen slithered down her throat. Rainbow opened her mouth again, and revealed her empty mouth.
"Ta-da!' she said jokingly.
I gave her a breathy laugh, and tried to recover a little from my orgasm.
"Like that?" she asked, resting her head on my thigh. "They say I have a satin tongue."
"Then they know what they were talking about," I replied. "That was phenomenal."
"Aw, thanks. Was that you first blowjob?"
"Yeah. Yeah I think so."
"Hehehe. Are you read for the main course?"
I nodded in reply, and butterflies began to stir in my gut. I wasn't sober enough to remember the sensation of losing my virginity, so this was my chance to learn what sex really felt like.
Rainbow swung one of her legs over my waist, and straddled me. She sat on me with my semi-erect penis right in front of her blue panties.
"First things first," she said, breaking the silence.
She reached behind her, and undid the clasp of her bra. She removed it from her breasts, and placed it on my face. I removed it, and was greeted with a most glorious sight.
Her breasts were hovering right in front of my face. Her nipples were a deeper blue than her cyan body, and stood out like two little pebbles. The looked bigger in person than in her shirt, and I could feel myself stiffen at the sight of her glorious mounds.
"Go on, you shy little colt! Feel them!" she said jokingly.
I gulped lightly, and put my hand on her left breast. The first thing that hit me was the absolute softness of them. The fur was so light and silky, it almost felt like down.
"Come on! Be a man and squeeze her!" she commanded.
I did as she commanded, and tightened my grip around her breast, earning a moan from Rainbow. It was soft, and moulded around my hand like clay. I grasped the other one in my other hand, and gave that one a tentative squeeze. Rainbow giggled as I fondled her boobs.
"Tee-hee, you like using me as your plaything, eh Legs?"
"Soft..." I lamely muttered.
"You think the girls are soft? Thanks Legs, I do my best to keep them that way!" Rainbow replied to my boob-controlled outburst.
"Y-yeah. Sorry," I said back.
"Don't apologize for a compliment, but if you think this feels good, wait till you feel this!"
She pushed the part of her panties that covered her slit to the side, revealing her glistening marehood. She grasped my now re-hardened member, and aimed it at her entrance.
"Hold on to you jizz, Legs!"
And with her battle cry, she speared herself on my shaft.
"AH!" she exclaimed in ecstasy.
The inner regions of her vagina was soaked and it was tight. As she raised herself up for another thrust, the tight skin pulled on my member, making me gasp in pleasure.
Rainbow shouted in pleasure as she brought herself down again. Her hands were using my chest for support, and her legs were splayed out behind her. My hands continued to kneed her breasts as she continued to pump onto my shaft.
"Ah! Legs! Why don't you do some thrusting too, you lazy colt!"
I pushed my hips forward, meeting her halfway on her next pump. I matched her pace, and continued to thrust into her, and she would pull herself off of me. Our pace quickened, and Rainbows moans increased in volume. My member kept pushing into her soft folds, and my hands massaged her breasts, brining her closer to her own climax.
"Ah! Just like that! HARDER! Harder Legs! Oh please!" she shouted at me.
I removed my hands from her breasts, and I put them on her hips. I began to pull her down when I would thrust into her. My member was buried deep inside of her, and my thrusts became shorter and more rapid.
With each of the tiny strokes, she would moan, allowing me drink in her emotions. I could sense that she was getting close to the edge, so I pulled out most of my shaft, and gave her one big thrust. Rainbow screamed in joy as the stroke thrust her over the edge.
Her pussy tightened around my now ensnared shaft. A wave of feminine juices flowed onto my waist and spilled onto the sheets. Her face was flushed completely, and sweat gleamed on her body.
"Oooooh, Legs! That was awesome!" she said with a shakey voice.
"I can tell, but I'm not done here!"
I rolled Rainbow over onto the other side of the bed. I grabbed her thighs and put them at my ribs, and pulled out almost completely again.
"Wait! Legs, what are you do- AHH!"
I gave her a big thrust, and took control of the pleasure. Instead of the smaller thrusts I had earlier, I drove into her with a primal energy that had just surfaced.
The strokes were hard and long, and continued to drive Rainbow crazy with sexual pleasure.
With every stroke I could feel the big release growing closer, and I quickened my pace. The sound of slapping flesh and screams of delight filled the small room. I lost myself in the thrusting, and I didn't even feel the climax build until it was too late.
I moaned loudly as my throbbing member delivered a bigger wave of seed into Rainbow's cervix, earning a satisfied moan from her.
"Oh yes! Fill me up you animal!"
I had no idea how much cum I deposited into her. All I know was that when I removed it from her entrance, some of it shot onto her stomach and breasts. The seed from her entrance spilled onto the sheets as it flowed freely from her abused entrance
I lied down next to her, and panted loudly as I waited for my energy to return. Rainbow scooted closer to me, and pulled me into a side hug. The now cooling semen smeared on my body as she cozied herself up to my hot body.
"Rainbow?" I asked, hoping she hadn't fallen asleep before I could say this.
"Hmm?" she replied tiredly, I had caught her at the right moment.
"Rainbow Dash, I think I love you."
` She lifted her head up, and stared deeply into my eyes.
"Legs, I love you so much right now. Let's...let's never let this love die, okay?"
"Okay."
"You promise? Promise to never stop loving me?"
"I promise."
With that, we fell into a deep slumber. One that I wasn't afraid of not waking up from.
One of Celestia's stray beams of sunlight woke me from my slumber. I was very aware of the warmth next to me, but I made no move to identify it. Instead, I instinctively wrapped my arm around its sleeping form, and pulled it into an embrace. Of course this time, I knew who I was sharing a bed with.
Rainbow sighed softly as I pulled her nude form closer to me. I could feel her rhythmic breathing against my chest as she slowly returned to sleep. The memories of the previous night began to fill my mind, all of the sweat, the moaning, the...climaxes, every last detail. The remembrance brought a smile to my lips, and I looked down at Rainbow. Her hair shined in the new morning sun, despite being soiled by the sweat last night. There was a steady, rhythmic motion to her shoulders that caused them to rise and fall with her breathing.
The darkened skin of her nipples stood in direct contrast to the bright linen that was standard on the beds. The familiar soft skin of her lips was pulled into a small grin, and allowed a small stream of drool to escape her mouth. I couldn't shake the fact that even as she slept, Rainbow still remained as one of the most beautiful mares that I've laid eyes on.
My mind was now flooded with all of the emotions that I've experienced over the past month, awake or comatose, and I reached a final conclusion. I was certain that this was the payoff of being in love. A deep love, the kind that no matter what, it'll never die. That was the bond I shared with Rainbow Dash, and I couldn't be happier.
A single emotional tear streaked down my face, obscuring my vision momentarily. As I wallowed in my feelings, Rainbow stirred, and looked up at me. A warm smile played out across her face as she spoke.
"Nmm, morning Legs," she said, sleep heavy on her voice. "Are you crying?"
"What? Me? No way! Are you kidding!" I lamely protested.
She lifted her body up, and planted a kiss on my cheek. Her lips left a tingling sensation as they parted, coaxing more tears from my weakened.
"It's okay babe, I have that effect on ponies," she said.
I nodded, choking back a sob. I didn't want to bear the shame of crying in front of her.
"Hungry?" she asked.
"Yeah, let's eat. I just hope they won't be too crazy," I replied.
She got out of the bed first, and went to my drawers. Out of them, she removed one of the pairs of boxers I had received and a single t-shirt. She put them on, and flipped her hair back.
"You don't mind me borrowing these, right?"
"Uh...um...just keep em. They look better on you anyway."
I lifted my own body out of the bed, and adorned the same outfit, just with pants. As I was fighting to get the belt to stay around my waist, Rainbow had returned to the bed. She began to remove the sheets, and piled them on the floor.
"Hey, wait. What are you doing?" I asked her.
"Oh come on Legs, has it been that long?" she replied.
I shrugged, and gave her a confused look. Rainbow crossed her arms, and gave me a hard look.
"Remember the sex rule? About the sheets?"
"Uh...Oh! Yeah! I'll, um, leave you to that!"
"You're lucky you're cute."
I accompanied Rainbow to the washing machine. She had my sheets in a jumbled mess in her arms, but was determined to get them all there in one trip. I had offered to help her several times, but her stubbornness was one of her better qualities.
I guided her into the room, and opened the top-loading washer for her. She jammed the sheets in as best as she could, added a ludicrous amount of detergent, and slammed the lid shut. She set the dial to Bulk, and allowed the machine to do the work. It whirred to life as the water began to fill the drum.
"There! I think that'll do it!" she exclaimed in triumph.
"I guess so. Let's go," I said back.
We walked to the cafeteria like any couple would have. Our fingers were intertwined, and our palms rubbed against each other. Her shoulder was against mine, and she could never stopped smiling at me. I returned the gesture, nudging her every so often, and when I did, she would giggle softly and her smile would grow.
"Heh, who knew that you could be so mare-like?" I said to her.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked back, her tone getting defensive.
"I mean all these giggles, the hand-holding, the pecks on the cheek. I never thought you'd be so...intimate is all."
"Well clearly, you don't know enough about me."
"Well then. Consider this the start of something great."
Rainbow's face lit up at my promise, and she nodded slowly. Her silence said all that needed to be said, and we stopped to share a kiss before facing the cafeteria.
We walked in together, and faced the inevitable team's cheers. The cafeteria erupted into applause as we walked in hand-in-hand.
I noticed Spitfire through the crest of the crowd, her grin besting everyone else's. There was only one reason why. She had taken a chance, risked her own name, on some random stranger to save her teammate. In the end, though, she had gained something much more.
I winked at her, and she shook her head in amusement.
"Alright, alright! Settle down!" she shouted, getting the room's attention.
Their abrupt outburst of sound was quickly turned into silence.
"Here's to Leg Sweep! Some random fucking janitor, now an official member of The Wonderbolts family! Welcome to the team Legs!" she exclaimed. "Conditioning begins at three."
Spitfire tossed me a new jacket and a pair of sneakers. The room erupted into cheering once more. A stupid grin began to form on my face as I embrace my new family. Rainbow was cheering next to me, and in the heat of the moment, I pulled her into a deep kiss. I had bent her over, and one of her legs lifted off of the ground. We separated, and I gave her a warm look.
"Here's to life from now on. No Gilda, no coma, nothing. Just us", I whispered to her.
I slipped on my jacket, and put on the sneakers.
Welcome home Legs...welcome home.
The once friendly and merciful Spitfire I had once known, was dead. She was instead replaced by a ruthless, loud, and downright rude drill instructor. Her once calm demeanor was now angry and very intimidating. If I had known Spits would become this, I'd have never tried to anger her.
During this training cycle (Which according to Soarin' was three months long), she was no longer my friend. Any attempts to chat or reason with her were quickly punished with laps or wing ups. After the twenty thousandth lap around the base, I had learned to shut my big mouth.
The mornings were early, much to my displeasure. I was awoken by false gunshots in my room at three, and it was off to the practice field, a full three mile flight. Better yet, it was a race. Depending on whatever place I got, that decided my warm-up. If Spits beat me, 500 laps. If her helper for the day beat me, 250 laps. If I somehow miraculously won, 100, but that was close to never.
Once the torture of the warm-up ended, the real fun began, and that was a whole spectrum of things. It was anywhere from races, endless repetitions of the same tricks, sprints, and even exercises that were based on land. Those were the hardest for the air-head with his head in the clouds.
Soon, the days blended into weeks, and the weeks into months. Each day I could feel my body getting stronger and more responsive. The various flips and spins became more and more habitual, and soon enough, I had a basic mastery of all of them. Even the most complex tricks became just another thought in my mind.
In three months I had transformed myself from employee to celebrity, and my body bore the fruit of my labour. My core had solidified, and was even carved into the shape of a basic six pack. My arms rounded out into larger biceps than ever before, and my calves were no longer just leg flab. What was most impressive, were my refined wings.
Their power was incredible! I could fly at break-neck speeds, but somehow to manage the quickest of stops. Never in my life did I expect to fly with the best of them. What was once a childish dream, was now a tangible reality.
"Wow Legs, I must say I'm impressed!" Spits said.
I looked over at her, surprised at the now resumption of friendly conversations.
"Yeah. I guess...I guess I'm pretty amazed I could even do this," I replied.
Spits walked around me, taking the entirety of my new form.
"Wow Legs, you're hot enough to sleep with me!"
I burned red at her observation. It was a new experience being ogled by mares, one that would take getting used to.
"So how do you feel about perfomance?"
"W-what?!"
"I mean flight-wise, silly colt!"
"Right! I don't know Cap, how do you feel?"
"Well, I say you could perform next week, how about that?"
My face twisted into a smile, and I wrapped her into a hug.
"Oh thanks! I can't wait!"
"Oooooohhh yes~"
"What?"
"Nothing Legs. Go get some rest okay?"
I flew off to my room, still smiling.
I was still riding the euphoria of completing my training when I returned to my room. The feeling of the new me gave me confidence that I never had before. Gone was that self-loathing janitor, now there was just Leg Sweep the life-saver.
The stench of my body odor shocked me out of my mental high, and I opened the door to me room. The whole room was darkened, and the blinds were being held shut. I had tried flicking the light switch, but it was to no avail. I took a few steps into the dark room when someone struck a match. The small dot of flame lit a candle, and I saw it owner.
Rainbow was splayed out on my bed, smiling seductively. Over her breasts, was a black bra that appeared to be a few sizes too big. One of the straps was falling over her arm, revealing some of her nipple. She had nothing to cover her already wet slit, but instead had two, thigh-high stockings pulled over her legs.
"Oh, what is this?" I asked her, pulling off my dirtied shirt.
"Three months is WAY too long to go without sex Legs", she replied.
She got off of the bed, and rubbed her chest against me. Her bra was practically falling off at this point, and I had a full view of both of her breasts. As I was drinking in the view, an ever familiar scent hit my nose. A scent that I knew too well.
"Smells nice", I said to her.
"Welcome to my heat, Legs. And you get to enjoy all of it's benefits", she replied.
I pulled her into a kiss, but she soon threw me to the bed.
"Get ready Legs!"
She jumped onto me, and our tongues soon met. I leaned over to my end table, and blew out the solitary candle burning on it.
Tonight was the night. The night where the world would finally learn my name. The stadium was packed full of eager fans waiting to learn the identity of their newest Wonderbolt. I was jittery with excitement. The rumble of the crowd was just as loud here as it was out in the stadium.
Rainbow was leaning against me, whispering words of encouragement in my ear.
"It's okay babe, you'll be fine, I promise."
"I know, I know, it's just jitters is all."
"You're not allowed to be nervous, that's my job."
I squeezed her into a tight embrace, sharing in our fear. I could understand why she was so nervous. Acrobatic flying was a dangerous form of entertainment. Any slip-up, of any degree, could mean the death of my teammate, a spectator, or even me. And where death didn't cover, debilitating injuries filled in for him.
The butterflies only increased as I though of the many painful ways my first show could end. It was almost enough to force me out of performing. ALMOST.
"Alright people! Two minutes! Get your asses in order!" Spits shouted.
The team arranged in the order they would be introduced, with me at the end. Rainbow was ahead of me stretching her wings.
"I hope you don't mind, but I picked your music for you," she said, not turning to me.
"Music?" I asked back.
As far as I could remember, the team all was introduced to the same tune.
"Yeah, all the rookies get their own music on their debut."
"Get ready!" Spitfire shouted.
"LLLLLLLLLLLLADIES AND GENTLEMEN! PLEASE WELCOME YOUR HOMETOWN HEROES! THE WONDERBOLTS!"
The team began to file out of the launch tunnel as their names were called. After Rainbow's name boomed out of the loudspeaker, the rhythmic thumping of the Wonderbolts theme song faded away,leaving the fans to their cheering.
"Okay! Okay! Settle down folks!" Spitfire's authoritative voice came over the loudspeaker. "Tonight's the night you've been waiting for!"
The crowd's cheering evolved into an uproar as they knew their ticket payments were about to pay off.
"Please welcome for the first time, our former janitor, Leg Sweep!"
I burst from the tunnel, the wind rushing over me, and it all slowed down The cheering, the camera flashes, even the wind seemed to lag behind. My eyes shut and my smile grew. I flew to my position in the center of the coliseum, and I was able to catch the last few beats of the song Rainbow picked for my debut: Ocean Avenue by Yellowclop.
I'm sure Spitfire was saying something about me, but sound had yet to register in my mind. All that mattered was the elated faces of the crowd. Each and every pony was cheering for me, rooting for me, loving me. I waved and smiled, doing my best to give the same treatment to each and every one of them.
Sound soon began to return to my mind. The clapping, the triumphant blaring of trumpets, and something else. I could only describe it as a loud cracking sound, almost like lightning.
I turned my head towards the sky, and saw a great fireball hurling to the ground. Most importantly, I could see the mare hanging on to the frame of whatever used to exist.
My mind switched to panic mode, and in a rush of air, I flew up to the fireball. The mare had lost her grip on the only thing securing her life, and fell at a faster pace. I strained my wings to reach her, to reach her before she met her end.
As I got closer to the falling mare, her screams of terror burned deeper and deeper into my mind, reminding me that this wasn't some coltish fantasy, this was real.
I aligned myself under her, and braced myself for the inevitable impact. She fell right into my arms, and I dropped a few feet from the momentum.
"Hey! Are you okay?" I asked her.
"Y-yes I thin-"
In the middle of her sentence, something extremely heavy and extremely hard collided with the back of my head. I dropped the mare, and felt the gut sensation of free falling. My vision was fading into one big blob of colour, and the last thing I could comprehend was how beautiful the stars looked when you fell away from them.
Something in my mind screamed out in panic, and forced my eyes open. I jumped in fear, and attempted to leave my resting place.
"Whoa! Whoa! Easy kid!" somepony yelled at me.
The voice and one other set of arms had me restrained to what I now realized was a bed.
"Legs! Calm down!" the other set of arms exclaimed.
Realizing my struggles were futile, I allowed myself to calm down. My breathing began to return to its regular pace, and the panic I once felt was fading in my mind.
"W-where am I?" I croaked out.
"The hospital," The Arms said. "You had a pretty nasty wreck."
"But we think we know what will make you feel a little better," The Voice said. "Bring her in!"
The door opened, and a mare with a vibrant mane walked in.
"Legs!" she shouted.
She ran over to me, and hugged me while I was sitting up. She had tears flowing from her eyes, but yet wore an elated grin.
Not knowing what to do, I rubbed her head and smiled back.
I awoke in the same uncomfortable bed I was accustomed to. As usual, I got plastered in the bar last night, and was Gilda's sexual punching bag. I tried to sit up, but my back was killing me. I gave it another pus, and managed to sit upright.
Gilda's house was a mess, like always. Food boxes and dirty clothes littered the floor, while the mice scurried about for their next meal. It smelled like sweat and body odour, and had no light coming in from anywhere. Gilda has a bad habit of messing with the cartels, so boarded windows are part of her defence. Well, that and her trusty shotgun, Lysa.
I got out of the bed, and searched for my uniform.
"Dammit, Spits is gonna be so mad at me!", I hissed, trying not to wake Gilda.
I began to hurriedly put on the clothes, when the bed creaked. I jumped at the sound, and turned to face the awoken Gilda.
"You awake, bitch?", she said through the sleep.
"Uh, yeah, just putting clothes on.", I said cautiously.
"I know you weren't dashing out on me, right?"
"Yeah, just....just getting dressed."
"Good! I have clients coming over soon!"
"What?! You said you stopped the sex trade! You promised me!"
"Yeah, and I say I love you too. I'm a chronic liar."
"But I don't understand, you never put yourself out there!"
"Mmmhmm, It's you getting traded. Now go make breakfast."
I was in the kitchen, frying bacon, when Gilda decided to join me. She grabbed me by the waist, and started to rub my crotch. The pleasure amounting was unspeakable. Whenever she pulled this, it wouldn't phase me this much.
"Ah...mmn! Oh no.", I moaned out.
Gilda sniffed the air, and whispered in my ear.
"Oh yeah, it's spring. And it smells as if someone's hit their heat! That'll make it all the better for the clients!"
She left me to finish breakfast, and I put the platter on the table. I sat as far away from her as I could, and looked at the wall.
"So", I began, "When are these clients coming?"
As if on cue, the doorbell rang.
"Now!", Gilda said with a venomous look on her face.
After she left the kitchen, I ran over to her chair, and spit in her food.
I need to get outta here! Now! Think Rainbow, think!
"...yeah. The whore's in the kitchen. Have fun!"
Gilda returned to the kitchen behind two brown-clad stallions. In her hand was a gallon bag of needles.
"Heroin?! You're trading my vag for HEROIN?!", I shouted against my better judgement.
Gilda stomped over to me, and punched me square in the mouth.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that!", she spat.
NOW!, I thought.
I sprinted forward, but was caught by Gilda's talons. They slashed a hole in my uniform and my skin. Blood began to spill onto my shirt.
I took to the air this time, and was once again caught. Gilda pulled off one of my boots, and I was forced to the ground. She stomped my ribs, and kicked my away.
"Hold still while I kill you!", she shouted in pure fury.
I made one last attempt to escape, and succeeded. I flew as far away as I could, and did my best to reach home. Home with that awkwardly cute janitor.
I hated being alone, in all honesty. And here I was, siting on a cloud sobbing, battling with my heat. I knew that anyone within a mile radius with a dick could smell me. I just hope no one did.
"............damn celebrities!", a voice shouted out in the cloud layer.
I looked around, but saw nobody. Please...just leave me be.
I let my sobbing continue. "How could I be that dumb? To think Gilda loved me? Stupid filly, Rainbow.", I sulked. Nopony would ever want me. If I can't keep an abusive girlfriend, who in their right mind would love me.
"R-Rainbow?", somepony behind me said.
I looked back, and saw Leg Sweep, the janitor from a few nights ago. His head was just through the cloud. He eyes scanned my body, and I'm certain he could smell the blood, or my arousal.
"Rainbow. Who did this to you?", he asked. HIs piercing blue eyes looked for an answer in mine, but I granted him no leeway. He planted his hooves on my cloud, but his eyes began to dilate. He swayed a little, and I knew just why.
My heat.
I backed away and said, "N-n-no! Just....just stay back!"
I did my best to ward him off, but he continued his advances.
"Rainbow! I just want to help!", he said to me.
"I don't want your help! Just leave!", I protested back.
"You're hurt, Rainbow. I want to know who did this to you!"
He continued to walk over to me, and I backed up more. I got a good distance before I could feel the edge of the cloud. No where to run now., I thought.
"Please.", I said weekly, "Just go."
He shook his head with reassuring smile.
"I can't just leave you here like this."
My heat acted up at his voice. He was just so enticing. Kind, calm, collected, he was everything I wanted in a mate......well, everything my heat wanted. He knelt in front of me, and looked me in the eyes. The piercing blue killed my self-control and I struck my prey.
"Rainbow, someone hur-", he began. He would never finish. I pounced on him, and pinned him to the cloud.
"Ugh, jeez, what was th-", he tried to say.
I cut off his remark with a kiss. A kiss with a passion I could never find with Gilda, a kiss that begged for more from him, a kiss that could possibly earn me a saving grace. But as the kiss continued, more feelings came to light.
I....have feelings for him., my brain finalized.
I wanted these feelings to translate to Legs. I plopped my waist down onto his, and worked my tongue into his mouth. He didn't fight back, in fact he pushed with his tongue. Behind the epicentre of the love, I could feel his member hardening at the constant pressure of me.
Right before things began to soar, he pushed me off of him. A small stand of saliva joined us for a second, before it broke, just like the moment we shared. The sudden realization hit me then and there. I just tried to rape the grey-coated stallion who I barely knew. Tears began to form in my shame, and I fell backwards.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!", I exclaimed, "I just don't know what came over me! I don' know, maybe it was about last night, or how nice you really are, or-"
"Rainbow!", he shouted, cutting me off, "You're in the heat."
"Oh, that too.", I muttered, "I'm really, really sorry. When I go into the heat, Celestia, I just loose my mind!"
He put up a hand to quiet me, and even smiled back.
"It's all good Rainbow!", he reassured me. He began to stare at me, his eyes looking for some weakness in my resolve. He wanted me too, but I need his help first.
"Uh, earth to Legs?", I said, snapping him out of his trance, "You still there?"
"Oh yeah, sorry.", he replied in kind.
He noticed the tears in my jacket, and he went rigid in seriousness.
"Rainbow.", he began, his eyes meeting mine, "It was Gilda, wasn't it?"
Whatever pride, whatever joy, whatever.....defence I had against his questions, shattered into pieces at his question. A wave of sorrow and an eruption of anger hit me, and I looked down.
"Yes.", I muttered.
He waked over to me, and wrapped me in a warm embrace. This time, I made no move. I just cried. Cried my heart out into that shoulder.
"It's okay, Rainbow. It wasn't your fault.", he said through my sobbing, "Let's go see Spits on this, okay?"
I could only nod.
It didn't take long to explain to Spits what happened. She only looked at me.
"Who did this?", Spitfire asked.
"Who do you think?!", Legs snapped.
"Gilda?"
I nodded once more, and watched Spits rage burst forth.
"That.....thrice...damned......BITCH!", she shouted.
Spits walked back to her desk, and opened a drawer. She withdrew two twin pistols, which she happily called Crime and Punishment.
"You ever use one of these?", she asked Legs, removing a pair of handcuffs.
He looked shocked at her. Obviously, he didn't knew Spits as well as me.
"Wait! Shouldn't we call the police?", I said.
Spitfire only laughed.
"Legs, we are a military organization. We are the police!", she said.
She handed Legs one of the pistols, and gestured for both of us to follow her.
Legs left me alone in my room, as he and Spits went an laid down the law.
I curled up on the floor, and hugged my knees. Please, Celestia, please! Just let him come home safely, I begged whatever power was watching me. Little did I know that I asked for too much.
In which Chapter 1 was translated into Korean and Put back into English
/ / ------------------------------ / / / / Chapter 1 / / Story: Flying Blind / / Posted by Neko ZERO / / ------------------------------ / /
"Ladies and gentlemen ! WONDERBOLTS!"
I aerobatics team of the speaker introduces the soft reverberation heard the show was going to start . Tonight it was the actual turnout . Almost all the seats are filled , and the ticket counter was a mile long line was . Flying from one pay check to earn the number eight is good for a celebrity , but alas the two pendulum swing , I'm confused crowd their leaves to clean up in the aftermath of the gain . It's totally fair ! I work my ass , making him less ! His name was all because of this poster .
Performance is not an issue. It is not even recognized in the arena is a fucking true! Here are a few workers , however, do not thank me celebrity . They are just like dust in the wind and shake workers , they are more and more flying in circles . The good thing is that they are right on the street Iona -so- cute male to pick up her place on the team . What is her name ? Rainbow ....... Rush ? Yes, Rainbow Dash. Little Miss celebrities themselves.
I had a hatred for the team , but still firm , I am natural and inevitable way to tease her . Team was fantastic mare is in the looks department . They are all tight side , had an amazing rack . In addition, the staff are just more beautiful in my eyes they say that makes fun of the worst . Every night , I hate myself for this , but all of them are pretty rainbow dash was a girl . She was not the only eye-catching rainbow mane about her . Her attitude , her eyes, and a "special move " earthquake boom-boom ? She captured the amazing thing was on my list .
"And our latest WONDERBOLT! Rainbow DASH Give a warm welcome !" Speakers boomed again . ! "Tonight she signed her MOVE PERFORM WATCH: SONIC RAINBOOM to"
Oh yeah, Sonic Rainboom. Not even that important to me was . I walked in the supply closet and grabbed a broom . The show is ending soon , and to reveal the true audience itself .
Slop. Slop ! The fan is also the slope ! It is going to throw in the garbage cans offer was not difficult ! Why leave it to me to clean up . I 've seen it . Cups, bowls , forks , money, condoms ( sometimes used ) , and even baby clothes . IClod cloudy in the stadium slowly cleanse my broom in my left ear continued to dubstep music was blasting . I could feel the slow build anger in me .
Why should I sit here and not been cleaned .... This SHIT! , I thought.
My idea is to personify themselves decided
"Why do not clean shit every week !"
I mean, my wings are piercing the sky , opens in anger . I threw down a broom in one of the seats failed .
" Way to go guys! I forgot something !" Common voice from heaven appeared faithful .
I'm only slightly march towards the entrance of the rainbow fly ball , looked up .
"She can not get in ," I observed aloud .
I rolled my eyes and trudged through the door .
"Come on! Opened there in my wallet !" The door and a voice shouted.
It is just that she has a quick kick to move him one . I walked her to her shoulders and locked the door to my backslaps insert the master key . Click it open , I open the heavy door to her moved.
" Here you go. " I muttered .
" Oh, thank you man !" She sprinted to the door , but she stopped mid- stride and turned to face me .
" Fast" W-Wait a second here, "she shouted at me again .
I shrugged and waited for the procession to the door again .
True to her words , ten seconds later she was back at my side .
" Hey, thanks guys! " She gasp .
"It's good." I'm tired mare replied.
"I have not seen you around here before . Negative if you do not know , I is Rainbow Dash! " She extended her hand was shaking .
I hold her hand , answered "leg sweep ."
" So you're lost, or you are trying to enter the women's locker room ?"
"I work here and I'm tall Well, if I want to ."
" The one ? What do you do? "
I gesture at the theater in the entire stadium . " The cleaning staff ," I shouted, false pride .
"O- oh . W- well .... you have a good day ?"
"Oh Oh, Little Miss fly for a living performer won approval in the cleaning ability , I , I'm flattered !"
She is now in her face , I mean sad look seemed stricken . I feel like a complete ass .
"Oh, I'm sorry , I just did . Contains all ... I just hate my job ." I have a mare .
Her grief is still not faded .
" I-I'm sorry , I just do not think that is all ," she pleaded ..... Her voice called ?
Coming from a mare like her brash , I think she would be proud to have a little more .
"It was , if I just went to work here , maybe I maybe , 'Hey , I hung out with Wonderbolts !" You can tell the world thought it would be found in it did I made a mistake , it's okay Rainbow Dash , but I 'm stuck cleaning for them , "I said, pouring vessel .
She is exactingly smile, looked at me with those violet eyes .
" Are you sure you want to stop you Wonderbolts ?" She whispered .
My eyes shot open in confusion . "What?"
"Oh , come on! Come walk with me and my friends !"
"B- but the stadium ..."
" I hope you will help to complete tomorrow or not an element of royalty !"
I took care of it real , but come on! Wonderbolts? I'm not missing ! "Yeah , let's go. "
"Cool ! Go get your car , we 'll head out !"
I display my wings for her , and laughed.
"Tea ? Cloudsdale from having fun !" In the air , I went to her , and she laughed at me again .
She striped or past " to try and keep !" She shouted.
Bar was a quaint little place . It's a small building , but it is full of all kinds of people could . Mare, stallion , and celebrities . Wonderbolts story itself is crowded around the counter .
She applauded me back to " seat to grab someone 's " Rainbow Dash said.
I have a small distance from the seat to go to the team , had to take the rainbow .
"What do you need ?" The bartender said.
"Nothing , my nerves really something ." I never leave my eye , said celebrity .
He 's a total drop of whiskey the way , I threw back without missing a bit . Burning sensation in my throat came down , I rolled my shoulders back .
Alcohol in my system , type " haha! Shit! Another !" I said.
Long Island in particular mare looked at me with her . I drink again threw four more shots , my previous was burned away by the fury of whiskey .
"Hey buddy! Can hold you a drink !" , Cried the day the mare .
She found the logo on my shirt comes up .
"You cause I'm captain , Wonderbolt, and I do not know you . ", Spitfire said to me .
Swallow my fifth shot , she saw
"No, I am your cleaner at your service . Leg sweep ! Now " , I said in a buzz .
I looked around the room , saw the rainbow sitting with some Gryphon women .
Gryphon I pointed and said, "Who is she ?"
I saw a Spitfire individual points , and adopted the look of disgust .
"Well, that is long , she 's probably going to kill you , do not talk to her a bad year ," she spits muttered the last part of the sentence .
"She 's not a fan ?"
"No, no one of us ."
" Why?"
"Because I 'm sure she hit the rainbow ."
"What? ! Are you sure ?"
"I can not be sure. " Spit in the chair next to me , and she looked in my eyes .
"Sometimes the shower , the rainbow has bruises all kinds of places , but if they do not know the long or recklessness of the rainbow in her novel , so she can still hit the practice , that is , it can cause easy , but ... " clothes pointed out that to live as a couple again .
Gilda was saying something intense rainbow , she was looking down at her hands . Longer holding her chin , her mouth and took the rainbow .
"... In other words, that this moment is the same ."
" I 've talked to you about it ?"
" Rainbow , yes, but she refused to do it off like nothing extended practice ."
" I think the real problem ."
"Yes, but why do you need to worry about , I imagine you would not like me ."
" Well, yes , but I still want to help . Planned it?"
"In fact , yes! " Love to buy clothes for me and began to whisper .
"So here you can be a part of the team . Transaction I will give you honor Wonderbolt, ' K- making . Areas? But legitimate competition to be seen , and we need to drink , you will win the day , she because we do not talk to try to help the rainbow . " said spitting in my ear .
I nodded to the plan , but decided to go for a real hole .
"Well, if I loose ?" I asked in a panic .
"I got all the plans , do not worry. "
She attacked her hooves and looked at me with a smirk .
"Oh, that is a challenge !" She exclaimed.
Rose to my feet , and laughed again .
"Yes! Game choice! "
Pointed out in the spit bar , the bartender came back with a beer and a large tray .
" All right, all right ! Anyone can hold the beer , win !" She exclaimed.
"Yeah !" I replied
" Colt, the name of your stake !"
" If I win , you give me Wonderbolt to !"
The researchers "OOS", " effect " Add to break into a chorus of , " I is not crazy chicks ?"
" If I win 3 months of my slaves !"
I Soarin ' at her annoyed offered shares . Apparently , he wanted my position .
"All right 's go! " We took seats next to each other , the beer was delivered to the bartender .
"Three !"
"Two !"
" 1!"
And we left. I try to buy clothes if you loose not sure whether or not , but I already have one before .
Let's go to the bridge ! You can win! , I thought. After about four beers , and my vision was getting weird , I was bruised . Just ..... It ..... Continue!
Slowly starting to spit a big blush on her muzzle was in place . Her head hit the table when she was six beers . I just kept drinking , I did not notice . The crowd in the bar kept clapping and cheering . I 've never been very interested in this before , and it feels good! I feel the reason people greetings ! 8:00 My new-found confidence is leaving me on my intuition to get the other two beers were irritating . I won! Even my heart is drunk to know it ! Wonderbolts support and a nod to the bartender was approved ! I got up and wanted to boast , I hug the ground first .
