Luna'snight625- Stink Song…PERFECT! Not inappropriate and it's hurtful enough. I love it! *hugs*

Guest- LOL Ping Pong! That one's great, too! I have got to use that somehow. :D

Authors Note: Oh no, the return of the bold writing. But this one will be quick.

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"ARE YOU INSANE!?"

Rainbow Dash and Lullaby almost had heart attacks as Stargazer suddenly appeared in the doorway. The two friends were in their room, with Rainbow Dash telling her roomie about her desires to become friends with Spring Song again. Lullaby was pleased that Dash had come to her senses…but obviously certain ponies didn't agree.

"Stargazer? Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" Lullaby clutched her chest and hyperventilated, still recovering from her shock as Stargazer burst through the closed door, scaring them out of their fur. The charcoal black cadet folded her hooves and gave Rainbow a serious stare.

"No time for questions, Lullaby. Rainbow Dash, I don't know what's more ridiculous; you wanting to be friends with Spring Song again, or actually thinking she'll want to be friends with you!" she began, looking infuriated with her blue friend. "I mean, from what you've seen over the last month, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that Spring Song doesn't really like you…like, at all!"

Rainbow Dash grimaced. Even though she was annoyed with her fellow cadet for barging into her room unannounced, she had a good point. "Stargazer…I just…I don't like it that somepony hates me. And, you know how important friendship is to me, so being the target of somepony's hatred just doesn't feel right! I want to be friends with her again so I'm 120% positive that everypony likes me," the cyan pegasus admitted, hanging her head.

Stargazer closed the door behind her gently and fluttered over to Rainbow Dash before wrapping her in a tight hug. Rainbow Dash tried to struggle free of her grip, but eventually gave up after several attempts. Stargazer pretty much had the strong grip of an iron pony.

"Well, Rainbow Dash, not everypony you meet in life is going to like you, and that's perfectly normal. It's practically impossible to be adored by every single earth pony, pegasus and unicorn in Equestria, so there's no point in wallowing about it. And, think about this as just another obstacle for you to overcome. Being enemies with another pony can be one of the toughest challenges you could ever have, but dealing with it can make you stronger in a way," she explained, squeezing her rainbow maned friend. Stargazer looked Rainbow Dash in the eye and Rainbow hesitantly and blankly stared back, not really in the mood to be lectured. "If you look at your situation…it's kinda like an airshow. When life throws you for a loop, you have to correct your course and keep flying."

Rainbow pondered the meaning of Stargazer's words. It was kinda like a riddle, and Rainbow Dash sucked at riddles, but she sort of understood what the black cadet was getting at, though she couldn't really explain it. Lullaby cleared her throat and the other mares turned to face her. She gave the two of them a little wave.

"Yeah, hello, remember me, the one who says that you should make friends with Spring Song again?" the purple cadet glared at Stargazer. "You do realise that if you make up with her you won't have to deal with all that 'having enemies makes you stronger' baloney, right?"

Rainbow Dash looked from Stargazer to Lullaby and then looked sternly at her purple friend. "Lullaby…Stargazer's right. I've been spending most of the boot camp worrying about what Spring Song thinks of me…and I just don't wanna do that anymore. I've had it! I have officially had it, Lullaby, with her constant irritating teases and her inability to leave me alone and let me be and do and say exactly what I want to be and do and say," Rainbow Dash looked down at the floor. "And, do ya know what? Until she can accept that I am no threat of any sort to her then she is just gonna have to STAY OUT OF MY LIFE!" she stomped a hoof on the floor and stood on all fours. Lullaby looked at Rainbow Dash like she had just declared war on somepony…which in a sense, she had.

"…wow…" was all she said after a minute of complete silence. After that, the three mares just stood there in silence until somepony else poked their head through the door.

"Hey, Rainbow Dash, what's all the commotion about?" Spitfire asked, her gaze flicking from Rainbow Dash to her two companions in turn. Rainbow Dash didn't exactly feel like explaining her problems to the captain, so she decided to just shrug and lie.

"We were just…

"Dancing," said Lullaby.

"Making sculptures," said Stargazer.

"…Making dancing sculptures," Rainbow Dash cringed at how ridiculous that sounded and face hoofed. Spitfire had a look on her face that suggested that she thought she had stepped into Crazytown and met the town council.

"Okay…that's not weird at all…" she looked away as if trying to remember something. "Oh yeah, Rainbow Dash, can I talk to you for a second?"

Rainbow Dash nodded and smiled before heading out the door and walking alongside Spitfire to her office. "So, what's up, ma'am?" Dash asked the Wonderbolt once she had closed the door behind them. Spitfire sat at her desk and put on her business face.

"Well, I've got good news and bad news. What do ya wanna hear first?" she asked, folding her hooves on the desk in front of her. Rainbow Dash decided on the one that would hopefully make her feel better.

"The good news, ma'am," she replied. Spitfire grabbed a slip of paper on the side of her desk.

"The good news is, somepony finally left us a little tip as to who put the horseshoe in the cloud," she revealed. Rainbow Dash lit up at that. That sure was good news if it meant they were one step closer to figuring out who had almost killed her.

"That's awesome!" she exclaimed, jumping for joy into the air. Suddenly, she remembered that there was some bad news, too, and a worried look adorned her face. "So…what's the bad news?"

Spitfire slid the paper to Dash. "This is what the note says," she allowed Rainbow Dash to read the note:

'I put the horseshoe in the storm cloud.'

Rainbow Dash raised an eyebrow and blinked a couple of times. Either the pony who wrote the note was playing a joke or just plain stupid. "Are you kidding me? We finally get a lead and the pony who wrote it is a complete dunderhead," she looked down at the note as if it were a piece of garbage, which it was!

"My thoughts exactly, Rainbow Dash," Spitfire looked down at the note with enough disgust to rival Rainbow's. "Well, due to the stupidity of the writer, we still have no idea who did it, but this proves that somepony's trying to fess up…or get on my nerves. Right now, that second one's working more than the first," she rubbed the side of her head with a hoof, as if she had a headache.

"Well, what do we do now?" Rainbow Dash groaned sombrely, resting her head on the desk. Spitfire just shrugged and leaned back in her seat.

"Well, I guess we should start interrogating ponies. This has gone on long enough and whoever has done this has to be punished. You can't just do something like that and get off scot-free," she replied, wringing her hooves. "You got any idea who could have done it?"

Rainbow Dash thought for a moment. The only clue they had was some useless paper and Rainbow Dash wasn't into mystery novels, so she knew next to nothing about how to solve a crime. "No, ma'am…I don't."

Spitfire grumbled and pushed her shades back up her nose. "Well, somepony had better own up soon or we may have to take drastic measures," she didn't look too pleased at the thought of 'drastic measures' that was for sure.

"Guys, is everything okay in there?"

Rainbow Dash looked over her shoulder to see Stargazer at the door. Spitfire glared sternly at the hippie cadet. "Stargazer, there's this thing called knocking. You might wanna try it sometime," she said. Lullaby appeared beside Stargazer and gave her an accusing look.

"See, that's exactly what I said," she reminded Stargazer, poking her in the shoulder sharply. Spitfire cleared her throat to get the cadets' attention.

"I've got things to do, so you three can head down to the mess hall. Dinner's in fifteen minutes," she nodded up at the clock behind her. Rainbow Dash gave a salute before standing up and walking out the door. Just as they were about to close the door, Stargazer stopped them.

"Captain, are you okay? Your aura suggests that you're confused," she told Spitfire. If the Wonderbolt wasn't confused before she definitely was now. She put on a blank look before deadpanning.

"If you walked in on three cadets making dancing sculptures, you'd be pretty confused, too."

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"Urrgh," Braeburn slurred, his head resting on the serving counter. "There's nothing to do!"

"Nothing for us to do," Soarin echoed from his spot flopped on his back over the dishwasher. He focused on the sound of the ticking clock in the background, swishing his tail in rhythm to it. Braeburn had enough food left from the inspection to last a whole fortnight, so the two stallions had nothing to ease their boredom.

"Why did I have to bake all that stuff?" Braeburn grumbled, pulling his hat down over his eyes. Soarin lifted his head up to glare daggers at his friend.

"Here's an idea. Maybe you should go back in time and listen to me?" he suggested sarcastically before allowing his head to drop again, accidentally banging it against the dishwasher. "YOW! Celestia's mercy, that hurt!" he sat up and rubbed the back of his head. Braeburn lifted his stetson up and smirked.

"Hitting our head, are we?" he teased Soarin, who got a playful look in his eyes.

"Really? The 'are-we's'?" he scoffed in disbelief. The 'are-we's' had been a part of many of their arguments in high school. Basically, they just put 'are we' at the end of a sentence to make it sound passive-aggressive. It worked on so many levels. "Thinking the 'are-we's' will make things less boring, are we?" he took his turn.

"Using three 'are-we's' in a sentence, are we?" Braeburn chuckled.

"Counting my 'are-we's', are we?" Soarin said before breaking into a fit of giggles. Maybe the 'are-we's' could make things slightly more entertaining. Just then, the door burst open and Rapidfire burst in along with Silver Lining and Fire Streak.

"Guys, you've gotta hide us! Our lives could depend on it!" Fire Streak panted, looking frantically around. Soarin and Braeburn stood to attention.

"Well, what's happening?" Soarin asked, getting a serious look on his face, like he always did when ponies' lives were in danger. Rapidfire began frantically galloping on the spot.

"Since we're in charge of the cadets combat training the three of us have to write the cadets reports, but…we refused!" he confessed. Soarin began to fear for his colleagues while Braeburn just looked disappointed.

"Seriously, that's it? For a minute Ah thought y'all were bein' chased by a guy with an axe or somethin'," he looked sternly at the three 'Bolts. Silver Lining began shaking, not with the cold, but with fear.

"We are being chased!" he spoke in a rushed voice. Braeburn just rolled his eyes, but Soarin, of course, was worried for his friends' lives. "Spitfire's looking for us and she could be here any second. Once she finds us we're dead. Literally DEAD!"

Soarin saluted. "Say no more. We'll find you a hiding spot, right Brae…Braeburn?" Soarin noticed that his friend had some kind of can in his mouth and he gasped. "DUDE! Are you gonna distract her with some kind of high tech knock-out-spray?"

Braeburn looked at his winged friend blankly and put the can down. "It's air freshener."

Soarin felt a little embarrassed then, and at the same time disappointed because he had been about to ask Braeburn if he was some kind of secret spy, 'cause of course only secret agents would have that kind of spray. "I don't think you'll impress Spitfire with air freshener!" he hissed at his friend before turning his attention back to the three on-the-run stallions.

"Quick, hide in the food storage room!" he bustled them into the closet and shut the door behind them, hearing some shuffling in there before the place became silent; and just in time, too.

"Hey, guys," Spitfire greeted Soarin and Braeburn, coming through the door. Soarin was surprised that they hadn't heard the mess hall door open, but suspected that she was just trying to be quiet so the three stallions wouldn't hear her coming. "You seen Rapidfire, Fire Streak and Silver Lining anywhere?" she looked around for any signs that they had been here.

"Nope," Soarin lied.

"Y-" Soarin quickly slapped a hoof over Braeburn's mouth to stop him from telling the truth. The stallion knew that Braeburn hated lying and even when he was bothered to fib, he would do a terrible job at it. His earth pony friend was the worst liar ever!

"You sure? They haven't come through here at all?" she stopped and sniffed the air. "Hey, it smells good in here," she stated. Braeburn shoved Soarin's hoof away.

"Thanks, it's just the new jasmine and rose air freshener," he smiled. Soarin rolled his eyes but felt relieved as Braeburn seemed to be distracted from the three fugitives hiding in the storage room. Hopefully the two of them could talk about air freshener outside, too, that way he could smuggle his fellow Wonderbolt's out of the closet and to their freedom.

"Yeah, it's a great scent, right. Ooh! Here's an idea, why don't you two go outside and discuss the amazing smell that is oxygen! I hear you can get it free from trees!" Soarin tried to prompt the captain to leave. He suddenly heard somepony sneeze from inside the storage room and covered his mouth to make it look like he was the one who had sneezed.

"What was that?" Spitfire asked, looking suspicious. Soarin tried to look as innocent as possible.

"Oh, it was just my…fur allergies," he lied. Spitfire looked at his as if he were completely insane.

"…You're allergic to fur?" she asked, raising a brow. Soarin tried his best to ignore the exasperated look he was getting from Braeburn as he tried to come up with a different excuse.

"Yep, strange, huh?" was all he could come up with. Braeburn let out a groan of agony and turned to Spitfire.

"Ma'am, they're in the-"

"ACHOO!"

The three ponies looked over at the storage room.

"…closet," Braeburn finished his sentence as Spitfire strode over to the storage room. She pulled it open and was greeted with Rapidfire crushed against a wall, Silver Lining munching on an apple and Fire Streak wiping his nose with a hoof. The three stallions froze as she gave them all a stare that could make a cockatrice wet itself.

"Um…" Silver Lining looked from the captain to his companions, then back to Spitfire. "…hi?"

Spitfire was not amused. "Staffroom. Go." She pointed towards the door. None of the stallions looked like they were gonna leave. Instead, they all began whining and pleading with her, trying to persuade her to let them off work. "NOW!" she roared at them, and they instantly took off. Spitfire rolled her eyes underneath her shades and headed back to the door. "Sorry about that, guys. I'll just be on my way to deal with those three pussywillows," she speed-walked after the 'Bolts and closed the door behind her. Soarin scoffed.

"Well, now ya know why she's called 'Spitfire'. I've never seen a pony with such a short temper," he said to Braeburn.

"Yeeeeah," he said as if he wasn't paying attention, still staring over the counter as Spitfire's tail vanished through the mess hall door. Soarin suddenly saw a couple of cans of whipped cream on top of the fridge and flew up to grab them. He tossed one to Braeburn, who clumsily caught it in his teeth.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked his earth pony friend, who immediately appeared to understand what Soarin was getting at.

"Ah think so," he smirked, finding it hard to speak with the canister in his mouth. Then, the two of them reared up on their back hooves and cheered.

"WHIPPED CREAM GUN FIGHT!"

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Spitfire stepped into the staffroom, ready to rage at the three stallions she had been chasing for at least fifteen minutes. Rapidfire was sitting on the chair beside the espresso machine, Silver Lining was flat on his back on the couch to the left of the room, and Fire Streak was looking out the window on the armchair on the right.

"Okay, you lousy- oh, Celestia, it stinks in here," she waved her hoof in front of her nose, trying to get her eyes to stop stinging. How everypony could stand being in a room that smelt of sweat and farts she'd never know. And with that she completely forgot the long rant she was going to bombard her colleagues with. "Anyway, I know that you don't wanna fill out these reports, but it's totally necessary! I have to fill out reports every day, and you don't see me complaining!" she yelled at the three Wonderbolts. Truth be told, Spitfire found filling out the reports to be boring and tiring. But at least it gave her something to do. "I mean, how hard is it to open up a folder, write the cadets report and then close the folder again?"

"In short, I'd rather poop in my hooves and clap," Fire Streak grumbled, not tearing his gaze from the window. Spitfire's left eye twitched, which was how the other 'Bolts knew when she was getting really annoyed.

"URGH! I swear, you three are gonna give me a stroke! So-"

"Oh, Spitfire, you're great and all but I don't feel like stroking you," Rapidfire joked, bursting into laughter alongside his two fellow fugitives. Steam was practically coming out of Spitfire's ears by now. She stomped over to the couch grabbed a cushion off it and used it to whack Rapidfire over the head.

"FOCUS!" she bellowed as he fell out the chair. She looked around the room at the three quivering Wonderbolts. "Listen up! You three are gonna go over to Silver Lining's office and you're gonna stay there until all the work is done!"

"No, I refuse to do it," Fire Streak insisted, putting an elbow on the arm of his chair. Spitfire absentmindedly scuffed a hoof on the carpet, wanting to hit something that wasn't the off-white stallions face.

"And why is that?" she asked as calmly as she could, even though there was a hint of venom in her voice. Fire Streak cleared his throat as if he were preparing for a speech.

"It's just wrong. The whole concept of the reports is wrong. We put a lot of effort into training these cadets and preparing them for a fight, and then what do we do? We have to tell 'em everything that they're doing wrong. So, I will not be a part of this," he folded his hooves. "…besides, The Great Equestrian Bake Off is on after work and I don't want to miss it."

"Oh, what, Bake Off's on?" Silver Lining sat up, appalled at what he was hearing. Instantly, the three stallions broke into a conversation about the TV show and Spitfire buried her face in a hoof. How could they talk about key lime pie at a time like this? She stamped a hoof on the carpeted floor.

"Oh, will you all just shut up about the stinkin' Bake Off!" she ordered them and instantly the room became silent. Rapidfire hesitantly spoke up.

"Let's put it to a vote. Who thinks we should skip writing the reports?" he asked. All three of the stallions raised their hooves in the air, looking triumphantly at Spitfire, who swore under her breath. Why was everything so damn difficult? Standing straight, she shifted her fiery gaze round the room at the three thorns in her side.

"Fortunately, Rapidfire, the Academy is not a democracy, it is a dictatorship. So, you will all fill out every single one of those reports without fail! I don't care if you hate doing it so bad that blood comes out of your ears and snot shoots out of your nose, you are filling out these reports whether you like it or not!"

The 'Bolts before her burst into a fit of chuckles and Spitfire groaned. "What, may I ask, is so funny?" she asked, sure that she was going to regret asking.

"You said snot!" Fire Streak chortled. That was the last straw! Spitfire completely lost it and roared at the Wonderbolts like an angry lion.

"GET DOWN TO THE OFFICE RIGHT NOW OR I'LL TIE YOU ALL UP AND THROW YOU CLEAN OFF CLOUDSALE! THAT'S AN ORDER!"

The stallions didn't need to be told twice. They whizzed out of the room and vanished down the hall, leaving a dust cloud in their wake.

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Rainbow Dash pushed the kitchen door open, wanting to ask Soarin if he was ready for training.

"Hey, guys do you- what the feathers went on in here?" she looked around the room, which was completely covered with whipped cream. Soarin and Braeburn stood in the center of the room, each grasping a can of cream, staring at her wide eyed. They, too, were covered in the white stuff.

"Whipped cream gun fight," Soarin held up the can, sheepishly grinning. Rainbow looked to the heavens, wondering if the two stallions ever did anything that wasn't completely insane.

"So…are you too busy for training or…" Rainbow Dash made circular motions with her hoof in the air, waiting for Soarin to respond. The pegasus tossed the can to the floor and shook the whipped cream from his fur, splattering it over Braeburn's face.

"AGH! Right in the eye!" the earth pony yelped as he slapped a hoof over his right eye. Soarin chuckled nervously.

"Um…whoops," he shrugged. Braeburn clearly wasn't amused and stomped into the closet, muttering that he'd be back once he found a mop. Soarin sauntered over to Rainbow Dash and flicked the last of the whipped cream from his tail. Rainbow put a hoof to her chin, thinking before shaking her head.

"Nah, this still isn't as weird as the dancing sculptures thing," she recalled, thinking back to the events in her room earlier. Soarin looked baffled.

"What?" he asked as if he had been listening to an alien speak. Rainbow Dash shrugged.

"It's not important," she insisted. "So, training, no training, what?" she repeated her question from before. Soarin nodded his head, putting on his instructor face.

"Yep, wanna learn a Barrel Blaze?" he asked. Rainbow Dash gasped. The Barrel Blaze was, of course, Blaze's signature trick. It involved flying forward in a series of barrel rolls until a trail of lightning was left behind you.

"You bet your wings I do!" Rainbow flapped into the air with enthusiasm. She flew behind Soarin and began pushing him out the door. "C'mon, let's get outside so I can totally ace the Barrel Blaze!" she whooped before she and Soarin left the room. At that moment, Braeburn came out with a mop and bucket.

"Okay, we gotta get this place cleaned up, so Soarin, you take the-" he looked around at the empty room. "Guys? GUYS!"

"Let's just quickly find Blaze; I'm sure she'll love it if you learnt her trick," Soarin led Rainbow Dash through the halls. Rainbow was practically shaking with excitement like she always did when she was training with Soarin. She wished that she could show her friends back home everything that she had learnt with him.

Then she got an idea.

"Hey, Soarin, can I ask you something?" Rainbow Dash prodded his shoulder. He turned to face her, smirking.

"You just did, but go ahead," he joked, flicking a front hoof as a sign for her to speak.

"The Spring Celebration's in a couple of days, and I just wanted to know how long the Wonderbolts have to be at the Cloudsdale Celebration?" she asked the question. Soarin was bad at maths, so he took his time in figuring out the answer.

"Well, we only have to stay until our air show is over, but we usually like to hang around afterwards. Why?" he finally replied, giving up completely on figuring out the exact time.

"I was kinda hoping that you'd stop by Ponyville afterwards so we can show my friends all the awesome stuff you've taught me. Can you do that?" she asked, giving him puppy dog eyes that could make a hydra go soft. From the looks of things though, the puppy dog eyes weren't even necessary.

"I can do better than that, Dashie," Soarin looked pleased with himself. "I bet I can get all the Wonderbolt's to go to Ponyville and perform. All those ponies down there would love it if the 'Bolts performed for their Spring Celebration, right? What do ya think of that?"

Soarin almost got the breath knocked out of him as Rainbow Dash lunged at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him so tightly he couldn't move. "You're the BEST, Soarin!" Rainbow Dash squeezed him, rubbing her cheek against his to show her appreciation, too excited to acknowledge how warm it was. When she finally let him go, he sucked in as much air as he could, both hating and enjoying being strangled by Rainbow Dash.

"Thanks," he croaked, rubbing his throat to get the pain to go away. Rainbow Dash bounced around him, happy as Twilight was when she received her cutie mark.

"This is gonna be SO AWESOME! I can't wait for Scootaloo to finally meet you!" she flew round and round in circles so fast it seemed like she had an endless amount of energy.

"Scootaloo?" Soarin raised a brow. Rainbow Dash realised that Soarin had no idea who the little orange filly was. She landed beside him and told him.

"Scootaloo is my little sister, not by blood, but she's cool enough to be my sister," Rainbow explained, Soarin nodding along as she spoke. "She'd love to meet the Wonderbolts, I just know it!" Rainbow smiled like an idiot, making Soarin cackle with laughter. Rainbow slitted her eyes at him. "What's so funny?" she folded her hooves.

"Your face just then," he mimicked her expression, and instantly Rainbow Dash began laughing along with him. It was pretty funny.

"Hey! Will you two keep it down out there? We're trying to work!"

Rainbow Dash and Soarin looked at the pony talking to them. "Rapidfire?" they asked in unison, and the senior Wonderbolt shushed them again. Rainbow trotted over to the door and saw Silver Lining and Fire Streak slumped at Silver's desk, a stack of folders in front of them.

"Work? It kinda looks like you're napping to me," Rainbow Dash commented, looking over at Rapidfire, who sighed with exhaustion.

"Yes, work. We're writing up you and the other cadets' combat reports…and it's so boring!" he groaned, his wings drooping to his sides.

"Rapidfire, are you slacking off again?" Rainbow looked down the hall and saw Spitfire standing there, glaring flames at the Wonderbolt stallion. Rapidfire gulped nervously and walked back into the office.

"No, of course not, I was just telling Soarin and Rainbow Dash to shut up. They were distracting us," he told her, shaking a little.

Spitfire looked through the door and saw Fire Streak and Silver Lining asleep at the desk. Cursing, she walked behind them and put a fore hoof on each of their backs.

"WAKE UP!" she yelled at them, and the two stallions shot upright in their chairs, throwing their clenched hooves around just in case they were being attacked. Silver Lining grumbled when he saw that it was just the captain and Rainbow Dash chuckled at their silliness.

"What's the big idea, Spitfire?" the silver stallion rubbed his eyes. Spitfire slammed a hoof on the desk beside the reports.

"The big idea is that you three are supposed to be writing these, and instead you're all sittin' on your rumps like the lousy hay suckers you are and driving me out of my mind!" the fiery mare replied, the two stallions almost wetting themselves at her outburst.

"…Please don't hurt us," Fire Streak squeaked, putting his hooves together as if he were praying. Spitfire nodded at the reports.

"Could you at least just fill out one?" she pleaded. Fire Streak, Rapidfire and Silver Lining all looked at eachother as if they were trying to telepathically discuss a way out of this. Silver Lining eventually surrendered and grabbed the report at the top of the pile. Grabbing a pen in his teeth he scribbled something at the bottom of the page and closed the report again. He suddenly lit up with realization.

"Say, that really didn't take long," he admitted, smiling at how easy this was. Spitfire rolled her eyes and left the room, standing in the doorway to address the three stallions.

"Now will you please fill out the rest without any fuss, I've got things to be doing, myself," she begged. Rainbow Dash couldn't believe that the three stallions had been trying to get out of doing such simple work. She could probably fill out those reports in her sleep.

"Of course," Rapidfire stood beside his two colleagues at the desk. He looked over at Spitfire. "Captain, do you think you could give us a hoof, though?" he asked her. Spitfire shook her head.

"I wish I could help, really I do, but…" she smirked mischievously. "It's nearly time for Bake Off," with that she turned and walked down the hall, probably enjoying the sound of the three stallions complaining at her. Soarin and Rainbow Dash exchanged looks and laughed before continuing their search for Blaze.

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Hi, guys!

Have you ever seen anypony do a Barrel Blaze? Have ya?

Well, I know only one. One of the Wonderbolts, Blaze tried to help me learn her signature trick and…it didn't go so well. It turns out doing fifty barrel rolls in a row and not throwing up is pretty much impossible, so yeah, that's one trick I won't be showing you at the Celebration.

Speaking of the Celebration, I have a HUGE surprise for you, and no, Pinkie, I won't tell you what it is no matter how many cupcakes you send me.

I'm gonna hit the hay now, we've got more combat training in the morning and I need at the strength I can get.

Yours secretly,

Rainbow Dash.

Lullaby stretched out on her bed, smiling over at Rainbow Dash and she put her letter in her saddle bags. "I can't wait to get back home, Dash. I really miss my sisters and brother," she folded her hooves behind her head, staring up at the ceiling.

"Yeah, I understand how ya feel. I miss my friends like crazy!" she agreed, putting her saddlebags at the end of her bed so she wouldn't forget it in the morning. Lullaby looked over at Rainbow Dash with curiosity.

"Hey, Rainbow, you've never told me if you have any brothers or sisters," she stated, sitting up.

"That's weird; I mean just earlier I told Soarin about my little sis, Scootaloo. Strange," she chuckled at the coincidence. Lullaby gasped with interest.

"You have a little sister? Ooh, tell me about her," Lullaby flopped her front hooves over the side of her bed and rested her head on top of them. Rainbow Dash looked over at Lullaby, ready to tell her everything.

"Okay then, well, me, Scoots, Rarity, Applejack and their little sisters went on this camping trip and..."