Wonderbolt my Heart

by zalla661

First published 25th of September, 2014

Trixie and Spitfire fall in love and life is always throwing curve-balls at them around each turn. Join them as they venture through life and all the unexpected turns it has to offer. Now an Arc series.

Now an Arc Series new arcs will have descriptions at the first chapter. Dark Themes beware! Edited by Rainbow Prime

Spitfire Wonderbolt, respected, and world famous she is sought after and every pegasus wants to be just like her.
Trixie outcast, hated, and feared, wanders in a world that refuses to let her seek refuge from the shadows of her past.
Both showponies and both are well known.
Both seeking to change their lives.
For Spitfire it's to relieve the stress of being famous and managing a team by herself. For Trixie it's about finding her place and being accepted into society once again.

When both meet by chance at a bar in Manehatten the two will find what they seek might be closer than they thought.
Beware spoilers in comments.

A Bad Day

Wonderbolt Academy

Spitfire hated paperwork, in fact she hated anything to do with her desk job. The worst part of being a Wonderbolt was being a Captain. While being the Captain of the Wonderbolts was the best part of the job it was also double-edged sword. Spitfire had the best team in the world, great friends, fans and admirers alike, and all the fly time she could handle. The only issue with this job was the insurmountable amount of paperwork.

While she didn't mind it much at first. As time went on she began to dislike it more and more. As the piles got bigger they eventually became one pile she never got rid of.

She sat in her office signing papers with her hoof stamp: letters, transfers, team meeting, team event planning, and so much more. Clack! The sound of a picture frame hitting the ground stopped her in her tracks, literally.

Stamping down on another transfer order she leaned back in her chair removing her aviator glasses. Setting them gently on her desk she sighed closing her eyes. She took a deep breath, held it for several seconds letting her chest expanding in her dress uniform to the point where she could feel the uniform resisting further expansion. It was almost soothing. After a ten second count she released her breath feeling relieved.

She stayed back in her chair for several minutes. She then leaned forward placing her hooves together laying her head on both for support. She glanced about her office from her right was her trophies and awards for excellent service/performance her desk, a cluttered mess with stacks of paper, and to her left was her file cabinet. Above the cabinet were several pictures from her life both professional and personal.

She stood up taking three steps and reached for the fallen picture. Picking it up she took a moment to look it over. A smile snuck up on her when she realized that this was her favorite picture of all. Well, I haven't seen this in a few years. It was a picture of the day she made her first real friend back in flight school.

She wasn't considered very popular back then many considered her to be silly and unusually masculine for a filly. This lead to her being bullied and harassed by her classmates especially other fillies. She became bitter, resentful, and after years of pent-up aggression, she let all of it loose on a one of her classmates. The filly was named Vector. She was a cruel pony, always looking down on others and berating them. She was a sky-blue pegasus with a dark blue mane and her eyes were a deep violet.

Vector had always picked on others who weren't her friends but when it came to Spitfire she was nothing but cruel and vicious. That day she began hitting Spitfire and threatened to continue if she didn't give her lunch money. Refusing to give in Vector continued her assault. Scared and hateful of Vector, Spitfire retaliated with all the force she could muster and she broke Vector's back left leg, she was put on suspension.

At the end of the day Spitfire was flying home scarred of what her parents would say when she told them of her suspension. Now that I've had time to think about it, I was lucky not to get expelled for that. Wonder why I wasn't? Knock! Knock! "Well, back to work. Again." she mumbled. Placing the picture back and reclaiming her seat she adjusted her tie before calling out, "Enter!"

As the door opened and Soarin entered the room. He had the biggest grin on his face like he'd found the secret to unlimited pie within his grasp. Looking to him Spitfire raised an eyebrow. "What can I do for you Soarin?" she ask resuming her work looking back at the papers she'd been signing. He approached her desk and stood at attention. His mane was messy from what she could tell, he must have finished with drills along with the team. Must want to go to the pie bar again. she thought.

"Hey Captain, the team and I are heading to Pett's Pie Bar in an hour after we hit the showers. You wanna come along?" he asked happily.

She stopped looking at him with her most annoyed look she could muster. Called it. Then she glanced at the papers then back to Soarin. "Really?" she ask rhetorically.

"I was just checking. You really should hire a secretary to do this for you, or at the very least help ease the work load for you." he said a hint of sadness in is voice. He then grabbed the top page with a hoof and examined it something about an upcoming event.

Grabbing the paper back from him, Spitfire glared at him which he gave an awkward smile before rubbing his head. "So I take it you don't want to come along?" She continued to stare.

"Well, I guess. I don't really have anything better to do." she said looking back at that clock it was 6:00pm. Wow I really need to get out of here. "Fine. I'll meet you guys there in half an hour." she said returning to her work. Soarin waited for a moment before realizing that she wasn't in a talking mood. He turned and was about to exit the room stopping at the door, he glanced once over his shoulder to see Spitfire hard at work before sighing to himself as he exited the room.

Forty minutes later, Spitfire had finally finished half the paperwork she'd started since the morning. Looking at her pile she beamed with pride knowing it was a good start. Her smile died leaving behind a frown as she looked back to the rest of the papers. of the ten stacks that were piled around her desk eight still remained. I guess I'll finish this later, err tomorrow.

With that she stood up and placed her flight glasses into her chest pocket, grabbed her keys and proceeded to lock everything up. As she reached for the lamp she looked at the picture of her friend and herself. Wondering where she was and what she was doing at the time Spitfire knew her friend was living her dream, somewhere out there.

Later that night Spitfire flew through the Streets of Manehatten as ponies went about their business. She was late to meet with her team at the bar by an hour. As she flew she saw a few familiar faces.

Ten minutes later Spitfire arrived at Pette's Pie Bar. She entered and the smell of many baked goods bombarded her senses. As she scanned the area she found a familiar hoof waving in the air among a group of ponies.

She waved back and approached the group sitting among the circle in an empty seat right next to Soarin and Fleetfoot.

"So, you're late as usual. Glad I planned for you to get here around seven!" Soarin laughed patting Spitfire on the shoulder.

"Wait you said be here a six! What do you mean planned for seven?!" she said smacking a hoof on the table causing it to rock a bit.

A pregnant silence followed for several seconds before everpony in the group broke into a fit of laughter. Soarin was on the floor rolling grabbing his sides laughing beyond control. Fleetfoot however was shaking her head at the antics of the others. Looking at her bewildered leader she move to sit in Soarin's seat next to Spitfire. "What SOARIN means is he expected you to be late so he counted on it and planned to meet at seven for the rest of us." she stated to Spitfire.

"I'M NOT ALWAYS LATE SOARIN!"

"Well, no offense Captain but … you kinda are."

"Oh. Says you who can't be on time for any your dates?"

It was like lightning, one moment Fleetfoot was calm trying to reason with her Captain, and in a moment it changed to pure hate. SLAP! The sound echoed briefly as the everypony halted and watched.

For her part Spitfire was handling it well. She looked to Fleetfoot with a huge smug grin. Fleetfoot hated the look she gave her. The next thing anypony knew Fleetfoot lunged at Spitfire sending both sprawling on the floor.

"YOU JERK!" she yelled, gripping Spitfire in a headlock. Struggling, Spitfire kicked off the ground flipping both her and Fleetfoot. Mid-flip Fleetfoot released Spitfire from the headlock to level with the floor. Taking the initiative Spitfire drilled her elbow into Fleetfoot's stomach leveling her on the ground knocking the wind out of her.'

It was all over in seconds.

Gasping for breath under Spitfire's body, she tried to make words but only slight gasps were audible. "You done yet hon?" she ask Fleetfoot rubbing her belly.

After a minute Fleetfoot nodded in submission. Spitfire helped her up looking slightly embarrassed by the exchange. Fleetfoot made for the exit, the shame of such a display was unbecoming of a Wonderbolt hounded her mind. Not only that, but Spitfire made her look like a total newbie. Just as she reached the door she was grabbed by two hooves.

Looking at who it was revealed Spitfire, a look of concern on her face. "Fleet? Really are you alright, hon? I meant nothing by it, honest."

"No. I'm not. That really hurt my feelings Spitfire. Sniff." she turned from her eyes tearing up. "You know how sensitive I am about that." Fleetfoot said as she reached for the doors.

"Fleet, come on you know I meant nothing of it." she said intercepting Fleetfoot's hooves. "I know you 're sensitive and I'm sorry. Really." she said rubbing Fleet's hooves.

"I know you are," she said drawing back her hooves, "but you always bring that up. I know you mean it jokingly but to hear you say it… really upsets me."

Spitfire was speechless. She knew better than to tease Fleetfoot, but an old sensation of being challenged came back to her. A feeling of survival, domination. A feeling she hadn't felt in a long time since flight school. She'd unintentionally bullied not only her teammate but one of her closest friends. Now all she felt was shame.

Fleetfoot once again reached for the door gripping the handle. "I'll see you later Captain." she whispered pulling it open. She walked out without another word and flew off into the night sky.

Looking up to the sky as the doors closed, Spitfire wanted to fly after her to tell her how sorry she really was. Her will to stay was stronger. Hanging her head low she sat back in her seat. After a minute of nothing, the bar's patrons began to converse once again. Spitfire looked up to her team their facial expression ranged from shocked to outright disgust. Soarin bore a stoic expression like a Solar Guard.

Each of the Wonderbolts decided to head home early leaving only Soarin and Spitfire at the table. The two sat there for half an hour before Soarin decided to break the silence. "So, what now? he asked nudging closer to her.

She fidgeted with a cup of tea she ordered. The black liquid swirled as she stared, her reflection became clear. And I thought I'd changed. here I am again years later and still have much to learn. Her hooves began to shake the cup rattled on the tables surface. I thought I was different from her too. Vector, she never cared about anyone she knew. Shakily she took a sip from the cup.

"Soarin I need some time to think alone. I really messed up today and… and I need to make it up to Fleetfoot. When you see her…" she paused looking around the bar it was almost nine o'clock and it was starting to really liven up. Ponies were dancing to the music, friends drank merrily, and Vinyl Scratch was at the head of her stand making a beat that rocked the entire place to its foundation. "When you see her tell her I want to speak to her. Nothing serious Soarin I mean it." she looked him dead in the eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll let her know." he looked to the clock. "Well, since nopony else is here I'll leave you to your thoughts. See you next week Captain."

He saluted before turning about-faced and marched out of the bar. The sea of ponies parted for him as he disappeared into the crowd leaving Spitfire to herself and her tea.

The bar was now a full on rave with neon lights and the bass cranked to full as glasses, plates, and tables shook. The ponies were flailing about dancing like it was the last night before the end came at dawn.

She decided to head to the bar itself instead of sitting at the large table her team was at. As she approached another pony in a tattered black cloak with the hood up was sipping a cider, and a strong one. The smell was intoxicating to Spitfire. It was hard cider and she decided then and there to have one also.

Taking a stool next to the pony, she tapped her hoof on the bar getting the owners attention. He was a tall heavy brown earth pony with a dark pink and white stripped mane. His eyes were green and his cutie mark was a foaming mug. He turned from cleaning a mug placing it on the table in front of Spitfire. "Hey Spitty what'll it be? Usual?" he had a slightly raised voice so she could hear him over the "rave" going on.

"No Pint Pette, I'll have what he's having." she nodded towards the cloaked pony beside her. Pint Pette took the mug filling it up. "One Appleoosa Hard Cider coming right up!" Placing the mug back, Spitfire grabbed hold a took a big gulp leaving half the mug full of the wonderful hard cider. She then slammed the mug hard on the wooden surface.

"Man I needed that!" she said shaking her body from the intense flavor.

"So." Pette started cleaning spots from the bars surface. "What was that business between you and Fleet huh?" Spitfire sighed shaking her head. "I messed up Pette. I messed up big time."

She took another swig of her cider. Pette looked concerned. He was a great bar keep, in fact it was his bar named after him, he was also a great listener. Spitfire would often frequent his bar to drink and vent her frustration while he'd listen. Tonight would be no different.

Before she started she glanced to her right to the cloaked pony. The stranger had paused with his/her mug engulfed in a pink aura, so this stranger was a unicorn. The mug floated down to the table before the aura dissipated.

She looked back to Pette who was waiting to hear what she had to say. He pushed a full mug of cider towards Spitfire who happily took it. "I'm telling you Pette I don't see what others see in me but if they can tolerate my crap then…" she trailed off taking a sip of her cider, so did the stranger. "I guess it's nothing really just an argument we had. Nothing big."

Pette looked into her eyes. "I know you and Fleetfoot go at it sometimes, but this isn't nothing as you put it," he crossed his arms before continuing, "the two of you are childhood friends. Friends don't hurt each other for no reason, Spitty."

"Well, I don't think I'm being a good friend. What should I do?" she asked Pette looking at him desperately. She needed an answer but she had no idea how to approach this situation. She knew Fleet would most likely be fine by morning after she vented in the night. Still, Spitfire wanted to make things not only right, but end this trail of shame she'd made along the way. I need to change for her. "Sorry ,Pette I just don't know what to do."

Pette shook his head slowly. "I'm not sure I'm the right pony to tell you that Spits." looking over to the stranger briefly, who resumed drinking, he looked back at Spitfire. "You're her friend, you should know what to do, what to say. If you are her friend, she'll accept your apology no matter what." He stood up straight preparing more mugs as several ponies sat at the far end of the bar.

"Now, if you'll excuse me I need to get going, Spitty." he said.

"Sure thing Pette, thanks anyway."

"No problem, kido."

He then proceeded to the far end of the bar to take drink orders leaving Spitfire alone. Alone again. Huh, I really seem to get that alot don't I? Sipping her drink she thought about choices she made in life wondering what it would be like if she came out different. Would she still be a Wonderbolt? In the military? Or would she have ended up as a florist? Ha as if! A florist.

"Hey, you having a bad day too?" asked a feminine voice. Looking around Spitfire saw the hooded figure looking towards her. She took off her hood to reveal a blue unicorn mare with a silver mane and magenta eyes. The unicorn was dirty and her mane was dirty and unkept. She had bags under her eyes and looked thin even for a unicorn.

Spitfire looked at the mare for a moment taking the sight of her in. I know this unicorn, i can't remember where I've seen her before though. "Yeah. Bad day, really bad day. Trouble with friends. How about you?"

"Huh?" the mare asked the mug in her mouth. "Oh yes! I was having a rough day. Well, more like week." she leaned on one hoof looking to Pette making a gesture to her mug. With a nod Pette began to fill up another mug and slid it to the blue mare. Her magic caught it halting it in front of her hooves. "I'm Trixie. It's a pleasure to meet you, Captain."

"Thaaanks. Always glad to meet a fan." She felt awkward. On one side she knew the mares name no, Trixie, although now the conversation came to a halt with nopony speaking. Trying to come up with something to say, Spitfire decided to make casual conversation with Trixie. Recalling an incident that happened recently in the paper, something about an ursa running amok in a rural town outside the Everfree she decided to use this to establish a dialogue.

Taking a gulp of her cider she turned to Trixie. "Soooo, you hear about that incident back in Ponyville a few days ago?"

Cough Trixie stopped drinking and began to choke on her drink. "Hey you alright there?" she asked alarmed patting Trixie on the back. "Trixie is cough... fine now cough. Thanks for asking." after a minute Trixie managed to stop coughing and resumed drinking. "Yes, Trixie did hear about the ursa minor attack. Sounds awful."

Spitfire looked back at Trixie then to her drink. "Yeah. I heard it was brought to the town by some wizard claiming that he could slay it... or something." Spitfire said twirling her hoof trying to remember details. "I can't remember much from the paper I read it in, but I don't really trust them either." She took another gulp of her drink as Trixie listened. "I'm sure it's over exaggerated greatly though. I'm sure the pony didn't mean for it to happen." Trixie began to shake looking worried.

"I mean who in their right mind would bring a giant beast to slay it if they knew they couldn't? Seriously, it's suicidal!" she waved her hoof in the air then brought it down on the table.

"I'm sure the pony is very sorry for what happened to the town." Trixie piped in shakily.

Spitfire noticed this, halting her train of thought she looked to Trixie who looked like she was about to cry. "Hey you OK, hon?" she asked scooting closer to her. "You want to talk about something else?" she was now shoulder to shoulder with Trixie who was shaking.

"Yeah I think a change in scenery would be nice to." Trixie left some bits on the table and jumped off her stool and began to leave. Spitfire worried that she might have had too many drinks followed her out. "Yo Pette! Put the drinks on my tab OK!?!"

She followed Trixie through the crowd pushing ponies out of the way until she caught up with her. As they made their way towards the exit Trixie collided with another pony knocking her to the ground. "Hey watch where you're going lady!" yelled a stallion brown.

"No YOU watch where you're going you insufferable buffoon!" Trixie stood up pointing at the stallion. "You ran into Trixie!" The stallion looked at her tapping his chin. "Wait." he said. "I know you. You're that magician that came to Ponyville and brought that ursa minor to town!" he said pointing an accusing hoof to Trixie. All eyes were on Trixie and the stallion. Silence ran through the building and not a sound was made. Even Vinyl Scratch stopped to see what was going to happen.

Trixie stepped up to the stallion. "Well, just who are YOU and what's it to YOU if Trixie went to Ponyville or not?" she poked him in the chest.

He looked furious. He grabbed her arm and pushed it off his chest glaring at her. "I'm Filthy Rich and it's thanks to YOU that my little girl was hurt because of the stunt you pulled!"

"What do you mean? Trixie did nothing wrong!"

"So, you didn't bring the ursa to town?"

"No, it was those two incompetent fools Snips and Snails who brought it to town not Trixie!" by now her horn was glowing and she was breathing heavily ready to strike anyone who came near her.

Spitfire stepped between the two ponies. "OK that's enough! I won't have any brawling here in MY bar! You Hear me Rich!? That goes for you too money or not!" the sound of Pette's voice echoed through the lobby.

Filthy Rich looked past Spitfire to Trixie, pausing for a moment to regain his composure he slowly approached Trixie. Both stared each other down for a moment before he made his way to the door followed by seven other ponies.

Spitfire looked to Trixie who had a stoic face. She's upset I can tell. She stood next to her waiting for her to collect herself. After a few seconds, Trixie looked to Spitfire her lips curled into a smile. "Thanks for standing between us. I was worried he'd attack me." She looked up at Spitfire. "And thank you for not judging me."

"Hey I know what it's like to be judged based on what's happened in the past." she patted Trixie on her shoulder. "Besides I'm a Wonderbolt. Protecting citizens is what I do." She struck a pose with a smug grin on her face. It took Trixie all her strength to not laugh at her, ultimately she failed in doing so. The two shared a laugh as they exited Pette's Pie Bar.

The two walked through the streets of Manehatten for most of the night heading to the edge of town where Trixie's trailer was. Along the way Trixie began telling Spitfire of how she'd grown up in Canterlot and her life at Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. "Trixie always had a knack for storytelling, so one day I decided to use magic to amplify my stories. Once I did the teachers were in awe of my stories and my magical abilities." She stopped and struck a pose standing on her ind legs and pointing to the stars. "They told Trixie that she was well suited for the performing arts. So after her graduation Trixie decided to become a traveling showmare, telling stories of grandeur and adventure!"

Trixie continued to walk followed by Spitfire who stood beside her the whole time. Spitfire looked to her with a curious expression getting her attention. "What? Does Trixie have something on her face?" the unicorn asked running her face. Spitfire stifled a giggle watching Trixie. "No I was just wondering, if you don't mind telling," she looked to her cutie mark, "why did you chose to become a traveling showpony?"

The azure mare stopped dead in her tracks staring at the ground, a look of sadness in her eyes. "It was the same day Trixie graduated from Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. It was a day that will stay with her forever."

"It was a few years back after the graduation ceremony Trixie and her parents went to have dinner at one of Trixie's favorite restaurants." Trixie suddenly changed directions heading towards a playground. Spitfire followed her as Trixie made her way to the swings, sitting in the center one she began to sway slowly back and forth. "It was on a playground much like this one. Trixie was going to meet her parents at the restaurant early so she decided to stay at the park to pass the time." Spitfire sat in the swing to her left but remained still just listening to her story.

"Trixie was on the swings when she heard laughing from behind her. Normally she'd have thought nothing of it, until she heard what was going on." she stopped swinging looking behind her, almost as if she was reliving the memory. "Trixie looked to find a young gray filly being bullied for wearing glasses by other fillies and a colt. They took her glasses and they kept them from her making her beg for them and just keeping it out of her reach."

Spitfire frowned at this, She knew what it was like being bullied and singled out. She sat there listening to Trixie waiting for her to continue. Trixie noticed and continued with the story. "Trixie approached the group and that's when things got out of hoof."

Trixie looked at Spitfire a sad smile donned her features. "I saw her hit one of the fillies in retaliation to her taunting. That's when the colt flew down and started to beat her up. The rest followed suit. That's when I jumped into the group. I stood over that grey filly protecting her. Her mother came shortly after. There was a huge misunderstanding that Trixie caused harm to the grey filly and was arrested for assault and child beating." she stopped swinging.

She then jumped teleporting ontop of the bars looking down to Spitfire who simply looked up to her. "Trixie was out the next day thanks to the filly speaking on her behalf. Trixie never got her name though but I'm sure wherever she is she's thankful for what I did." As she stood there a powerful gust of wind blew as she stood there her chest puffed out and mane flowing in the wind. "Trixie decided to become a traveling showmare after that to bring smiles to the faces of others." She paused looking at Spitfire. "To help them realize they're not alone."

Spitfire couldn't help but be entranced by Trixie's confidence and her outspoken personality. Hearing her story about how she started her career made Spitfire think about her own decision to become a Wonderbolt. It was a time she told herself she'd change from being the thug she grew up to be. It was a chance to start fresh and make something of herself. To be able to help others and know that at the end of your day you changed the life of somepony for the better. It wasn't about fame or fortune, but putting a smile on someponies face after a long day. Just like she was. she thought looking to Trixie as her cloak flowed with the wind and the moon shined brightly behind her. She was beautiful.

Maybe today wasn't such a bad day after all.

Author's Notes:

First chapter is done! Yeah! Hope you enjoy the story!

A Night to Make a Friend

It was late night at Manehatten Park. Spitfire watched in awe as Trixie retold the tale of how she went to being a traveling showmare. Trixie was now back to swinging next to Spitfire who had begun to swing as well.

Trixie looked at Spitfire. "So, Captain Sp-" Spitfire raised a hoof interrupting her.

"Spitfire will do, Miss Trixie." she said looking at Trixie with a toothy grin.

Trixie facehooved, hard. "Don't call Trixie Miss, it makes her feel old." she said somberly. Spitfire stopped swinging and began laughing. Getting off the swing Trixie stomped the ground blushing. "You- you stop that nonsense right now!" She watched as Spitfire fell to the ground gripping her sides.

"Ha ha-aww my sides hurt!" she made no effort to stop as she rolled to her side. Trixie puffed her cheeks. "Aww man ha ha- I can't breathe!" she managed between breaths.

"Trixie orders you to stop this foalish nonsense now! You are a Wonderbolt have some dignity, Captain." she said in a stern voice.

Spitfire managed to stop after that. Rising to her hooves she stood in front of the unicorn. She then went straight face and saluted her. " Yes ma'am!" she said as she crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out to the side. Trixie place a hoof over her mouth trying hard not to giggle at the antics of the pegasus. Spitfire continued to stare in her mock salute. Finally Trixie gave in and began to laugh.

"Okay, that's good!" she said. She then proceeded to do a similar mock salute. The difference was her eyes went wall-eyed. "Duh Cadet Trixie reporting Captain!" she said saluting Spitfire.

The two stood there unblinking for a few seconds before both began giggling at their silly faces. After the two managed to gain their composure Spitfire placed an arm around Trixie. "Man, I haven't had a good laugh like this in some time." she glanced to Trixie who was blushing at the contact. "Thanks, Trix." she said pulling Trixie closer.

They both looked at each other. Spitfire had a small grin as she winked to Trixie. Trixie's blush intensified from both the subtle wink and the close contact, just then something happened she didn't expect. It was subtle, barely noticeable but it was there.

A slight swing of Spitfire's tail made contact with Trixie's tail. Trixie looked away from her heart was pounding like it wanted to escape her chest. Trixie knew this gesture. It was a subtle sign asking if she was a fillyfooler. Back at school she saw it several times with colts and mares who sought companionship without being open. At the same time if the one receiving it didn't know what it meant it could be passed off as accidental contact. Some who hated such ponies knew what it meant so it did come with some risk. Trixie was bisexual she liked stallions and mares the same, but she never expected a signal like this from a Wonderbolt Captain.

Spitfire was getting worried, Trixie hadn't moved or looked at her since the signal. It was a mistake she shouldn't have assumed Trixie was like this, but it was worth a shot if only to find out her preference. Just as she was about to release the unicorn she received a tail signal from her, not one but two in fact. ‘So she's into both huh?’ She thought to herself.

Trixie pressed her body against Spitfire. A warm sensation passed through her body, combined with the cold night air, caused her to shiver. Spitfire noticed and wrapped her wing around the shivering unicorn. "Cold?" she asked. Trixie responded by nodding. "Where did you say your trailer was?" she asked stroking the mares head.

Trixie pointed westward past the park. "Trixie parked it out in an alley on the west side of town."

"Well, come on then. I'll walk you home." she began walking with Trixie in tow.

The unicorn nudge her. "Such a gentlecolt you are." she said sarcastically, but not without a smile. Spitfire rolled her eyes in response her wing tightened over Trixie.

"Keep that up hon, and I might just take my wing back.'' she remarked playfully twitching her wing.

"That's mean of you to say." she pouted. "You wouldn't leave a defenseless mare such as I to fend off the elements by herself would you?" Spitfire couldn't help but smile at the mare’s antics. She continued to smile holding Trixie under her wing all through Manehatten until they came upon a dark alley.

Trixie halted in front of the alley, her horn glowed as light emanated from it showing the way. Trixie walked cautiously down making sure she wasn't going to get jumped by some mugger. She walked to the end of the path where a wall halted her progress. Spitfire was appalled by the conditions of the alley, trash was everywhere, rats were crawling among feces all over the floor, and a trashy looking wagon of sorts with crude drawings on it.'

Wait a minute. Spitfire stared at the wagon. It was a sorry sight indeed. The roof was a dirt cloth that clearly wasn't part of it originally, the wheels were in worse condition, and it was filthy beyond reason. This can't be her TRAILER could it? She then saw Trixie digging through the wagon looking for something. "Trixie, this isn't your trailer you were talking about is it?" she asked in a concerned tone.

"Yes this IS Trixie's trailer. Why?" She asked, not looking up as she continued to dig through her stuff.

Spitfire approached her grabbing her shoulders gently turning the mare around to face her. "No hon. You're not living in this trash heap." she then looked at the trailer at the drawings. Then she noticed a death threat for Trixie and stared at it.

Noticing, Trixie removed Spitfire's hooves and continued her search. "That was from when Trixie first got here. It's nothing." she then held up a bag in her hooves. "Aha! There it is!" Trixie placed the bag in her cloak. Spitfire walked up to Trixie grabbing hold of her.

"Trixie, no you aren't staying here out in the cold night in a shanty wagon." she said sternly. "You're not staying out here. I insist you stay at my place tonight." Trixie gave her a curious glance. "No friend of mine is going to stay out in the cold."

Trixie continued to stare at Spitfire. "Look Spitfire, it's nice of you to offer Trixie a place to stay, but Trixie must decline." She then pointed at the wagon. "Trixie has her own place to stay, and as you can see it's perfectly fine-" she kicked the wheel causing it to fall and break. "it's mostly intact." She said with an awkward smile.

Just then the whole wagon seemed to fall apart, as though all the planks of wood were forced apart by some unseen force.

Spitfire looked unamused. She flew above Trixie and began to hover above her. Trixie looked up to her the light from her horn gone now, her eyes had adjusted to the darkness. She crossed her arms continuing to look down at Trixie with a look of determination. "Trixie, you're coming to my place. Nopony should live like this. NOPONY." she emphasized pointing to her.

The unicorn lowered her head in shame. How did it come to this? I was once respected and admired by all! Now look at me. She thought as tears built up in her eyes. For her part, Trixie never liked relying on others she thought it was a sign of weakness. Yet she couldn't bring herself to say no the Captain of the Wonderbolts. Such an invitation doesn't come by very often. Maybe I can milk this just a bit. After all I could use the break. She thought to herself. Looking up to the pegasus she decided to accept her invitation with grace and dignity. "Well, Trixie wouldn't dislike a warm soft bed to sleep in for the night." she said in her usual Trixie manner.

Spitfire rolled her eyes. "You know you could have just said yes." She pointed to the wagon. "Grab what you need and I'll help you carry it to my place." She landed next to the wagon Trixie continued rummaging through her belongings.

After a minute Trixie had a brief case she held with her magic and her cloak with her bits. She looked to Spitfire who was hovering just above her. "Well, Trixie has all she owns." she took one last glance at her wagon then back to Spitfire. "Let's be off then." she began to leave the alley.
Spitfire waited looking at the wagon then back to Trixie who was waiting at the end of the alley. She couldn't just let the poor mare wander off on her own after one night. She also couldn't afford to keep her too long with the life style she had either. She lived alone and that was always the plan. Trixie did too but she couldn't find it in her heart to kick her out after one night. It wouldn't be right friends don't do that to friends. Huh, like I have any right to say that after tonight. She thought looking up to the sky from the alley. Fleetfoot. She looked down to Trixie again who was tapping her hoof impatiently staring at the alley. "Well I better not keep her waiting." she muttered as she took flight down the alley. Just then she got an idea and she smiled at a thought.

Meanwhile Trixie stared at the dark alley waiting impatiently for a certain pegasus to make her appearance. As she waited she looked at her surroundings wondering if the silly pegasus was going to sneak up on her. ‘I wouldn't be surprised if she did.’ She thought to herself.
As she glanced back to the alley she was tackled by an unknown pony as she was lifted up in the air. She screamed at the top of her lungs with the most girly scream a pony ever heard. "Unhoof me you fiend!" she howled at her assailant. After a moment she heard laughter. Looking up revealed Spitfire with a smug grin.

"Hey there, Hon, you come this way often?" she asked with a smile holding Trixie who scowled back at the fiery pegasus. Using her magic Trixie brought her suit case and swatted Spitfire I the flank causing a stinging sensation. "OWW! Hey watch it or you'll make me drop you! HEY!" she tried kicking the suitcase away with her hind legs struggling to hold Trixie simultaneously. "OWW! Seriously stop that or I swear I'll drop you!" SMACK! "I mean it!" SMACK! "I'll do it!" she screamed as the assault on her hindquarters intensified. She looked down at Trixie who had a smug look on her face as she crossed her arms.

"OK, I'll behave Captain." she poked Spitfire in the check with a hoof causing the pegasus to nip back in a playful manner. She then looked down at her passenger grinning.

"Hey Trix." Trixie looked up with a quirked eyebrow. "You know how to tuck and roll?" The reaction was instantaneous, Trixie's eyes widened with fear as she tried desperately to grip the pegasus as she found herself on the ground rolling.

Trixie stood up glaring at Spitfire who was trying hard not to laugh as she landed in front of her. Spitfire walked over to Trixie her dress uniform top ruffled a bit from the struggle moments ago. She brought a wing over Trixie who glared at her as if trying to set her on fire with the intensity of her stare. Spitfire gave her a pouty look. "Aww, don't be that way it as all in good fun and you're not hurt." she said in a matter of fact tone. SMACK! As Spitfire finished speaking that inferno suitcase found its way to her flank again. With a loud squeak she lunged in the air rubbing her flank glaring down at Trixie who was trying to assault the pegasus with her suitcase just out of reach.

The pegasus looked down at the unicorn trying to swat her with the case using her magic and coming just short of striking her. Spitfire grinned smugly blowing a raspberry at Trixie who redoubled her efforts to swat her. Spitfire looked at the unicorn who was jumping suitcase covered in a magic aura trying to get the extra inches to the pegasus coming just short by maybe half an inch. Spitfire slowly shook her head and hovered a little higher. She was now easily a foot out of the angry unicorns range.

Trixie halted her assault stomping the ground pouting at Spitfire. "That's not fair! Come down here and fight like a mare!" she howled at her.
Spitfire stuck her tongue out in response. "Know what? No, not until you promise to stop assaulting me with your belongings, magic, and body OK?" she then crossed her arms watching the unicorn.

Trixie was looking up her cheeks puffed out trying to think of a way to get Spitfire. Nothing coming up she decided to do the most logical thing. Setting her suitcase down she powered up her horn pointing it at Spitfire who, upon seeing the aggressive display began to sweat. Before she could react Spitfire found herself meeting the floor with a loud Thud. Spitfire was in a daze as she wobbled back and forth trying to regain her balance. She then noticed her wings were frozen in a folded position.

A shadow loomed over her. She looked up at Trixie. An awkward smile donned her face as she stood up backing away from Trixie. "He-hey now Trix, heh let's not do anything irrational OK?" she asked as the other mare approached her suitcase in tow.

"Now Spitfire. I thought Discipline was a common practice in the Wonderbolts?" she asked seductively. This caused Spitfire to blush and was thankful for the stun spell on her wings. ‘Nothing like a wingboner on the first outing with a friend.’ she thought to herself looking back at Trixie who had a playful look in her eyes.

Spitfire noticed the playful nature of the unicorn and stood her ground with renewed courage. "So Spitfire. Trixie offers you an ultimatum, you say you're sorry and Trixie is the most magical unicorn in Equestria, or-" she brought the suitcase to view, "we can have a little more fun." she winked at her. Spitfire gave a soft sigh looking Trixie in the eyes before lunging on top of her. Trixie struggled to remove the pegasus off of her, but to no avail. She found it was harder to breath under the weight of the pegasus as she tried crawling away. "You… huff… get off… huff… Trixie this instant!" she barked. Spitfire remained in position sitting on the poor unicorn.

"Now Trixie let's not cause a scene here." she giggled to herself as the unicorn continued to struggle for her freedom. After a minute Trixie stopped her struggle, out of breath and tired from chasing the pegasus, she simply rested on the floor. Spitfire looked down at her prisoner with a warm smile. "You calm now hon?" she asked.

"Yeah." Trixie responded pathetically. "So, can you get off Trixie now fatty?" she asked tapping the pegasus in the hips. Tapping a hoof under her chin Spitfire glanced up to the sky.

"Well, I guess I could buuut…" she paused looking down at Trixie. "There will be some conditions."

"Ugh. Fine what are thy terms Captain." she asked sarcastically, wiggling under Spitfire trying to get comfortable. She responded by patting Trixie gently on the head.

"I'll get off you if you promise to stop hitting me." she waited for Trixie to agree with the term before continuing.

"Done. Anything else?" Trixie asked.

Spitfire nodded. "A few other things. One you'll stay at my place until we can get you on your own hooves again. That means job, and steady income got it?" she asked in a commanding tone. Trixie nodded. "Second you'll help keep the place up and tidy and no parties, shin-digs, or raves at my place without approval OK?" Trixie nodded again.

"And if Trixie breaks the rules?" she asked with legit curiosity. "Then you have to run laps around my obstacle course." she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She then took off hovering in front of Trixie thanks to the spell dissipating. "So we all square?" she asked the unicorn.

Trixie waited pondering her options standing up from the ground. After a minute of silent contemplation she extended a hoof to Spitfire. "Deal. I'll do all that if you promise to help me out." Spitfire smiled spitting in her hoof and reaching for the other hoof. Before contact Trixie pulled her hoof away holding it close with a look of disgust. "Ewwww… Trixie's not touching that hoof."

Spitfire stuck her tongue at her in response. "Spoil sport." she muttered to herself.

"What was that?" asked Trixie.

"Nothing." she responded landing next to her as they both began walking down the street, guided by the moonlight.

***

The two ponies walked for over an hour before they reached the upper ring of the city. Not many ponies were out now. The streets were all but abandoned, with the exception of the occasional pony or carriage. They approached a large ivory colored skyscraper that bore a banner that read, "Ivory Tower Apartments". Trixie was impressed, she heard of the famous "Ivory Tower". It was a symbol of wealth and stature in Manehatten. Anypony who's anypony famous lived here. Trixie often dreamed of the lavish lifestyle in the tower and here she was about to live that dream, sort of.

They entered the lobby and were greeted by several servant ponies and a valet pony. Trixie hid with her cloak's hood hoping to not be recognized. The two made their way to the elevator. Pressing the up button Spitfire stood to the side of the double doors waiting for them to open. After a few moments the doors opened revealing two families of ponies who made their way out and to the lobby.

As they entered the elevator Trixie paused glancing over out in the lobby at the two families. She recognized Filthy Rich right off the bat and that other ponies with him from the bar. She then noticed two fillies with them, including a grey one which looked vaguely familiar. Before she could think of where she saw the filly the doors closed preventing her from getting a good look. ‘I know I've seen her before but where?’ She thought. Spitfire kept looking straight pretending not to notice Trixie's behavior. She pressed a button with the number 70 on it and the elevator began to ascend.

It didn't take long before the double doors opened to a hallway with several doors. Spitfire led the way down the hall while Trixie looked around. She noticed the doors here were spread apart generously. ‘The rooms here must be massive!’ She thought. As they made their way down the hall Spitfire stopped in front of a door with 178b on it. Unlocking the door Spitfire led Trixie inside the apartment.

To say Trixie was impressed would have been an understatement. Her eyes were bombarded with wonder at the marvelous architecture of the room she was in. It was a large white marble apartment with ionic columns with white cloth with golden leafs on them hanging like banners. A few clouds were floating around the columns. At the far end was a large glass window with doors in the center leading to a large overhang with a pool and recreation area, plus one pegasus obstacle course all lit by small lights around the overhang. ‘So this is the course she spoke of.’ Trixie thought to herself impressed by the sights.

Spitfire went into one of the rooms with Trixie’s suitcase leaving her to explore the apartment at her own pace. After a few minutes of wandering Trixie heard a voice she didn't recognize. "Hey Spits you home?" she heard a feminine voice ask from the entry way. She made her way back to find another pegasus there. She had on a grey sweat suit, top and bottom, with a blown back white mane and magenta eyes.
Trixie didn't recognize her yet she seemed so familiar to her, like she should know her from somewhere. The pegasus was startled by the blue mares sudden appearance. Taking a moment to calm herself the new pegasus approached Trixie. "Excuse me miss, but um, is Spitfire home now?" the mare asked.

Trixie nodded. "Yes she's here somewhere." she noticed the pegasus was nervous about something but she wasn't sure what. She past it off as just shock from seeing a stranger in a friend's home.

"Hey Fleetfoot you came!" The sound of Spitfire's voice echoed in the room causing both mares to jump slightly. Embarrassed they both looked to see Spitfire in a robe carrying a spare one over her neck. "What are you doing here? I figured you'd be at home or at the park. You doing alright hon?" she walked over grabbing the mares hooves. Trixie facehooved. ‘That's why I recognize her! Fleetfoot! Of course Trixie feels stupid now for not recognizing her sooner.’ She mentally scolded herself.

Fleetfoot looked back at Trixie then back to Spitfire with a confused look on her face. Before she could ask Spitfire raised a hoof. "Her name's Trixie, and she's going to be staying with me for a while." she said gesturing to the other blue mare. Trixie simply planted herself on the floor waiting. "Trixie I need to talk to Fleetfoot , so you can use my shower to clean yourself if you want." She walked over handing Trixie the robe then pointed to a door to the right. "Down the hall three doors down to the right. Spare towels are there and your clothes are washing now. They'll be ready by morning. Rooms across the hall your stuff is there waiting for you." she said walking Trixie to the door.

"Thank you Spitfire," Trixie said gaining a smile and a nod from the Wonderbolt. "No seriously, thank you. You've done more for Trixie than anypony has done for her in sometime." She then hugged Spitfire who promptly hugged back stroking Trixie's mane. After a moment the two separated Trixie heading down the hall and Spitfire returned to the lobby where Fleetfoot sat on a large circular shaped couch.

Sitting next to Fleetfoot Spitfire was about to greet her fellow Wonderbolt when Fleetfoot spoke first. "Why is SHE here?" she asked Spitfire menacingly. Spitfire cocked an eyebrow at her friend’s behavior. She then took a deep breath calming herself before speaking.

"She's a pony in need of assistance. Like I said she's staying with me while I help her get back on her hooves." she retorted. Pointing at the door where Trixie had gone she continued. "And just who are you to come in my place and demand why I help certain individuals and not others." she hissed.

Fleetfoot looked upset. Pulling out a newspaper placing it on the couch, Spitfire picked it up and read the main article: "Wizard Leads Rampaging Ursa to Unsuspecting Town!" It was a few days old too, in fact this was the article she mentioned to Trixie that she read about. Go figure that's probably what made her nervous at the bar. Way to go Spitfire. she scolded herself. Spitfire placed the paper back on the couch as Fleetfoot started to get slightly hysterical. "She brought an Ursa Minor to a town of ponies and destroyed it! She's a menace! You need to-" once again Spitfire interrupted her by raising a hoof. After a moment of silence Fleetfoot sat down waiting for her to say something, what she got wasn't what she expected.

"I know Fleet. I know who she is and I still intend to help her because she needs it."

Fleetfoot looked like she was going to snap in any moment. Her wings twitched in synch with her left eye as her body began to shiver. She tried to form words but all she did was stutter. Spitfire looked at the young pegasus and scooted over to her. She gently grabbed hold of Fleetfoot rubbing her shoulders getting her attention.

Next, Spitfire simply closed her eyes took a deep breath and exhaled. Opening her eyes she watched as Fleetfoot did the same. This was an exercise she did with Fleetfoot often. When one pony was overreacting or going off the deep end as it were, the other would stop them and begin a breathing exercise to calm themselves. It has proven to be very effective for the two of them, as both have a tendency to react extremely in many cases. After several calming breaths they both sat waiting.

Fleetfoot nodded saying, "Thanks Spits, and sorry." She paused as Spitfire nodded I acknowledgement. She brought the young pegasus to lay on her lap looking up to her. Spitfire always looked at Fleetfoot as the rambunctious little sister she never had, while Fleetfoot saw Spitfire as an annoying helicopter sister. They were always looking out for each other, and this situation with Trixie was no exception . Fleetfoot saw Trixie as a danger to her metaphorical sister.

"No I'm sorry, Fleet. I hurt you tonight and I regret what I said. Forgive me?" she asked looking at Fleetfoot.

Fleetfoot smiled, "I forgive you." She wanted to keep Spitfire safe, but when Spitfire makes up her mind, there is no changing it. Spitfire knew of course, she felt the same for Fleetfoot. That fact was they cared for each other.

Spitfire looked down to Fleetfoot stroking her mane, "You calm now, hon?" She simply nodded, listening to Spitfire. "Good. I think I need to explain a few things to you. Promise you'll listen and wait on the question till after?" she asked. Once again Fleetfoot simply nodded in response.

Meanwhile Trixie was spying on them through the door, watching and listening to the pegasi talk.

Author's Notes:

Alright second chapter and now things are about to get interesting I promise. I'd also like to thank crowscrowcrow for being a good sport! Enjoy everyone!

A Deal

To say Fleetfoot was upset was an understatement. She was furious. Here was Spitfire, her childhood and closest friend, hanging out with some talentless hack, braggart, showoff, and fraud of a mare. Yet it baffled her as to why Spitfire would help somepony who was nothing more than a liar. The words Spitfire said were heard, but the meaning was lost to her clouded mind.

Now Fleetfoot was one to think of consequences before implementing action, it was simply her. Yet in this scenario she simply couldn't understand Spitfire's reasoning for helping this mare. This mare who brought destruction to a small unwilling town. Then she has the nerve to run off without helping them! She thought to herself.

Spitfire wore an unamused look, like she was the victim of a well placed yet highly inappropriate joke. "It's as I said, she needs help and I'm helping her Fleet." She then pointed to the doors where Trixie watched in silence. "I promised to help her because she needs it Fleet. I as a decent pony would help anypony I could if they needed it." she then reached over grabbing Fleetfoot by the shoulders slightly shaking her, "Why can't you see that Fleet? Why are you being so cold to her when she's done nothing wrong by you?"

Fleetfoot responded by swatting Spitfire's hooves away scoffing. She then jumped from her seat hovering in Spitfire's face. Spitfire reeled back by the sudden movement the younger pegasi made. "I can't believe you Captain!" she yelled in an aggravated tone flailing her arms around. Great here it comes. Spitfire thought to herself. "She brought an ursa to that poor town Ponyville! She destroyed a pony's HOME! She humiliated several national HEROS!" Fleetfoot shouted to her. Spitfire was beginning to lose her patience with the blue mare. Her brow was twitching in frustration and she began breathing deeply. "Why will you help such a pon-monster!"

That had done it. Spitfire simply couldn't take it anymore. Fleetfoot was not only making a fool of herself but the Wonderbolts as a whole now. Stomping on the ground she flew into the other mares face butting their heads together growling. "Now listen Lieutenant Fleetfoot," she said venomously, "I won't tolerate this behavior in MY house. Now I think you need to calm down and take a breath before you make a donkeys behind of yourself any further."

Fleetfoot wasn't about to stand for this. She thrust her head hard into Spitfire's, who simply held her ground as both hovered over the couch. Fleetfoot looked dead into Spitfire's eyes with fiery determination. I need to make her see what a mistake it is trusting this mare. She thought to herself. "No Captain, you are making a mistake having her here! She's dangerous!" she yelled.

"No she's not!" The yellow mare yelled back causing an echo. "What is your deal Fleetfoot? Seriously? WHAT. IS. YOUR. DEAL?" she emphasized poking the other mares chest after each word. "Why are you being such a hard case?"

"Why are you helping her?!"

"I'M HELPING HER GET ON HER HOOVES! YOU KNOW BEING A DECENT PONY?" Spitfire howled her voice echoing in her home. "SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT BEING NOW!" She jabbed her in the chest.

Fleetfoot jabbed her back, her voice now matched Spitfire's. "I AM BEING A DECENT PONY!" Her eyes began to tear up out of frustration and fear for her friend/surrogate sister. "I'M TRYING TO KEEP YOU SAFE, SO SHE DOESN'T HURT YOU LIKE I WAS YEARS AGO!" the younger mares eye were streaming with tears.

Spitfire leaned away so she could see Fleetfoot. "Listen to me Fleet. It wasn't your fault what happened that day." she then grabbed the sobbing pegasus and landed on the couch. "AND, it wasn't his fault either. You know it was just bad luck and bad timing Fleet. You can't hold it agai-" her hooves were shoved away as Fleetfoot looked at Spitfire.

"I'm not going to lose you like I lost my parents Spitfire." she said coldly. Her voice was sold cold and devoid of motion it sent a shiver down Spitfires spine. Geez she's mad. I wish I could make her understand. She thought.

"Look Hon it's OK. You'll see, nothing is going to happen to me." She then hugged the other pegasus. Fleetfoot buried herself into Spitfire's shoulder and let her tears flow eventually she began bawling her eyes out. After a few minutes Fleetfoot finally stopped crying and was now resting her head on Spitfire. "You OK now hon?" Spitfire asked.

Fleetfoot looked up to her with the most cute yet pathetic look she'd ever seen on the blue pegasus. they both smiled. Fleetfoot then pushed away from the older mare and looked into her eyes holding her hooves. "Promise me, if anything happens the first pony you tell or contact is going to be me OK?" she asked.

Spitfire nodded still smiling. "I promise. But you'll see nothing is going to happen to me." her expression saddened as she thought of her encounter with the pegasus earlier that night. I really need to get this off my chest now. Maybe it'll help her too. "Look Fleet I'm sorry about- you know the THING I said earlier. I should have thought about your feelings and well, I'm sorry." she said sadly.

The blue pegasus gave her a death grip hug. "I know you are." they held each other for a moment before separating, but not before she bore a serious expression. "You should be careful around her though."

Spitfire sighed rubbing Fleetfoots hoof. "Fleet." she said exasperated.

The blue mare shook her head. "You should hear what others have to say about her Spitfire. She nearly killed three foals."

"You don't know what happened there Fleet. You shouldn't judge others before hearing both sides of the story." Spitfire shook her head pressing the ridge over her nose. "I thought I taught you better than that Fleet."

"Well, YOU don't know what happened either." she snapped back.

Spitfire rubbed her temples. She had her there. True Spitfire didn't know what happened in Ponyville, what she does know is nopony got hurt and from what she's seen only Trixie suffered from this. I guess there's only one way to settle this. We need to talk to Trixie. "Look Hon. If we get Trixie's side of the story will it put your mind at ease?" she asked. The other mare held a contemplative look for some time before responding.

Fleetfoot nodded. Spitfire sighed as she slumped down into the couch. "OK, we're all tired from the long day. At least I’M tired from the long day. Let's call it a night and say we pick this up in the morning OK Fleet?" she asked the younger mare. Fleetfoot looked at the door where Trixie still remained hidden, watching, then back at Spitfire.
"Ok Spits. I'll head home for the night, and if she's willing, I'll allow Trixie to speak for herself and reserve judgment based on what she says. Agreed?" she held out a hoof to Spitfire.

Smiling at this she accepted the hoof shake and replied, "Deal."

Fleetfoot left shortly after. Spitfire wanted her to stay, but Fleetfoot decided she needed some space to calm her mind and be ready for the encounter of tomorrow.

Meanwhile Spitfire was on her way to the shower when she ran into Trixie in the hall looking upset. Spitfire walked up to the azure mare a smile on her face trying to hide her nervousness. "Hey Trixie! You done already?" she asked cheerfully.

Trixie scowled at her, Spitfires smile wavered. Trixie then walked up to her with an angry look in her eye. "You should have asked me BEFORE you made such a promise." she hissed to the large mare.

Spitfire held her head low shamefully. "I know. I messed up there I really did." she sighed. "I've been doing that a lot this night it seems. First Fleet, then you. Guess I'll never learn huh?" she ask dejectedly.

Trixie walked next to the mare and wrapped an arm around her scowl turned to a smile. "Yeah you did, but then so did Trixie." She hugged the larger mare. Spitfire returned the hug. "I'll see you in the morning Spitfire." Trixie said nudging her as she walked by heading for her room.

Spitfire watched as Trixie as she entered the bedroom. "Good night hon." she said as she went to the shower.

Author's Notes:

Hey everyone! Sorry the chapter is short but I have eleven interviews this week so I won't be updating for a while. Sorry.
I'll be back soon though so stay tuned for the climactic clash between Trixie and Fleetfoot
Will the answers you seek be revealed? Will Trixie redeem herself in Fleets eyes?
Why does Fleetfoot have a stick up her ass?
Why does Spitfire help others in need?
Why is the cabbage stallion always there?
No probably not.
Also any mistakes I made please let me know so I can promptly fix them love yall!

Sisterhood

It was early in the morning in the city of Manehatten. Celestia's sun was just beginning to rise over Manehatten. Ponies began their morning routines preparing for the day ahead. in the Ivory Tower Apartments, a certain showpony and Wonderbolt were fast asleep. Her fiery mane was a mess and her yellow fur was standing in small patches. She was dreaming a most wonderful dream.

High above the clouds, Spitfire was flying with great speed and agility. She was happy now, nothing could ruin this moment. She flew for hours nothing holding her back, no paper work tryouts or recruits, just her and the skies. "Aww yeah! The sky is mine, and nopony can stop me now!" she yelled in excitement doing a loop.

She looked at the cloud formations as she flew, noticing a large cloud spire below, she dived down flying towards it. Still flying down, she began to press her body against the cloud formation. This caused a pathway to form from top to the bottom of the spire as she flew down.

Once at the bottom Spitfire looked at her handiwork. Beaming with pride, she flew to the top of the spire and rode the path she made like a slide, head first, and rode it to the bottom. As she reached the bottom she allowed her body to fly off, launching her into the air, she spread her wings and once again began to fly. She was happy.

BOOM! Suddenly there was a sound of thunder, it echoed across the skies. It became dark. She could still see all around her, but the sun was being blocked by the clouds. Suddenly, there was a clashing of metal and clanking of armor. She looked up to the source of the sounds, two giant clouds began ricocheting off each other. the clouds began to take shape after three consecutive strikes against each other. One took the form of a pegasus clad in armor with a Trojan style helm, wielding a shield and spear. The other took the form of a unicorn donned in ornate robes and hat, wielding a large staff with a crescent moon at the top. Spitfire recognized the figures, it was Fleetfoot and Trixie.

The two colossal titans clashed, cloud Fleetfoot took her spear and made a mighty slash at Trixie. Cloud Trixie responded by raising her staff and tapped it on the 'ground', sending a barrier up that deflected the spear. the cloud Trixie wore a smug grin the cloud formed Fleetfoot growled at her. Then, Fleetfoot conjured up several teardrop shapes around her each split in half revealing an almost diamond shape to them. She then grabbed her shield with both hooves and split it into two parts, each taking the form of a wheel, as she swung them behind her as thunder and lightning danced behind her. Trixie flinched at this, all of the confidence in her face gone, and replaced by fear.

The wheels began to spin and were engulfed by misty flames. The diamond shapes began flying one after the other at Trixie, who fell to her knees, as Fleetfoot began striking Trixie. Trixie screeched in pain at the endless assault. Fleetfoot now had a sadistic grin, she was clearly taking pleasure in Trixie's pain.

Spitfire just hovered in place, unable to move from fear, as she watched the horrifying spectacle. Watching Fleetfoot causing Trixie so much pain was unbearable. Tears welled up in her eyes. I can't allow this! She thought. This isn't right! As she charged to Fleetfoot, hovering next to her ear, she began yelling at her trying to get her attention. "Fleetfoot, you have to stop!" she cried. Fleetfoot ignored her continuing her assault, she stuck Trixie across the face leaving a deep cut on her left cheek.

Trixie howled in pain as she reached for the face with one hoof, while the other raised her staff blasting Fleetfoot in the chest. The blast let out a torrent of wind knocking Spitfire back away from them. The blast dented her armor and blew her back. Spitfire then flew to Trixies side. "Trixie!" she called out. "You're not like this! You have to stop!" There was no response. Trixie's staff vanished as she reached across her hips retracting misty scimitars. They were as long as Trixie stood, the blades were curved only slightly at the ends which bent back like a fishhook. Trixie stood with the scimitars in a defensive posture, her arms crossed over each other and the scimitars held in reverse, making her look like a beetle with large mandibles.

Spitfire was panicking at this point, she had no idea what to do to stop these two titans from fighting. They won't listen to me. She looked at Fleetfoot, who was now poised and ready to strike, and back to Trixie. I can't take this anymore! she began to to hyperventilate. I can't reason with them, but I can't let them hurt each other either! She then say Trixie lunge at Fleetfoot, just as Fleetfoot raised her shield, who deflected her first strike as her spear and Trixie's last scimitar flew at the other impaling each other. A moment passed, neither figure moved, then suddenly both screamed their voices echoing across the realm. Everything became blurry as their screams ran through Spitfire's ears.

Spitfire was in complete shock at this. Fleetfoot Screams of pain caused her to think of the past. Fleetfoot was special to her, she was like that sister she loved yet never had, and now she was dying in pain. Fleetfoot gripped her stomach lurching out a dark substance, like she was choking on blood. Trixie was in a similar condition, she was grasping the spear her body twitching trying to pull it out. When she did a similar black mass poured from her stomach, causing her to grip the wound trying to stop its flow. She looked at Trixie, still gripping her wound swaying, she was to be her friend. Now she was dying and she'd never get to tell her how much she liked her. She had feelings for Trixie, they were similar to her feelings for Fleetfoot but stronger, now she'll never get the chance to figure out what these feelings meant.

Before Spitfire could even think of what to do, the two towering figures fell into each other and began to plummet towards her. She tried moving, but she was held in place by the black mass protruding from the two cloud mares. She struggled trying to get free from the black mass, but the harder she struggled the more in constricted her movements. As the bodies came closer she struggled, desperate to get free, until they fell upon her leaving only black.

Spitfire woke up sweating, her blankets were drenched. She was breathing heavily, as is she'd flown several hundred laps at the Wonderbolt Academy. She sat in bed looking around, trying to gauge her surroundings. It was just a dream. she thought. She glanced at her clock which read 7am.

"Well, guess it's time to get up." she groaned rubbing her eyes. Then she remembered the previous night with Fleetfoot and Trixie. "ARGH. Why me?" she moaned to nopony in particular, as she made her way to the bathroom. Friendships are so hard sometimes. she thought combing her mane.

She did a quick brush to tidy up her fur and mane, making herself look presentable. After that was followed by a quick stretch routine. Then at 7:30, she left to head to her personal gym. When she got there she was surprised, to see a familiar azure unicorn in there. She was hanging from her hind legs on a bar doing sit-ups. With each rise she let out a loud HUFF, before reclining. Behind her was a massive window which allowed the dawn sunlight to come through. This light enhanced Trixie's features, which Spitfire liked.

Her legs were toned, not massive, and yet they retained a certain curvature around her hips. Her mane glistened with sweat as she rose up and down. As Trixie reclined again, Spitfire noticed a oddity in the unicorns fur, a patch across Trixie's back was uneven like a razor was taken across her back and finally started growing back. It was such a minute difference that Spitfire almost didn't notice it.

The azure mare noticed Spitfire was watching her. She halted her workout to observe the fiery mare. "So, you come to admire the amazing features of Trixie, Captain?" she asked in a sultry tone.

Spitifre blushed at the mares tone, and she felt her wings twitch slightly by her voice. Goddess why does she have to be so cute? she thought to herself. "Well of course," she said sarcastically watching the mare, "I simply CAN'T take my eyes off you."

"Oh, you silly pegasus."

"No you're the silly one." she said pointing to her.

Trixie swung her body around the pole, throwing herself in the air and lading near Spitfire. "Yes, well Trixie was also wondering, why are you up so early?"

"I wake up early everyday and workout." Spitfire responded, gesturing to the gym. "I had this put in early in my career as an Officer Wonderbolt." She then walked over to the same bar Trixie was on, and began to do pull-ups. "I want to stay in tip-top form. So, I workout everyday of the week early in the mornings to late afternoon." she said in a cool manner trying to impress Trixie.

Trixie watched her do pull-ups for a minute before speaking. "I see." she started circling the other mare. "You are like Trixie then?"

"How so?" Spitfire asked not stopping her routine. "You mean like early mornings, workout, or both?"

Trixie finished circling Spitfire, and stood behind her watching her hind quarters, as she finished her pull-up sets. Aww, she stopped. Trixie thought in disappointment. "Both." Trixie responded.

Spitfire wiped the sweat from her head and turned to look at Trixie. "Well, we should get ready, Fleetfoot will most likely be here soon." she said walking past Trixie.

Trixie followed her out to the main lobby where they had a brief breakfast of eggs, toast, and hay oats. Trixie ate the food trying not to scarf it down in one sitting. Spitfire found it difficult to not laugh at the mare. Trixie scowled at her wanting to tell her off, but instead she stuffed lots of egg and oats in her mouth. After some thoughtful chewing, Trixie chugged some water forcing her stuffed cheeks to swallow the food.

Spitfire thought this made her looked like a chipmunk, and proceeded to laugh at the unicorn. Trixie simply smiled in response not wanting to ruin this moment. She was happy eating with Spitfire. Not because of her celebrity status, though it did influence her somewhat, but the fact that she treated Trixie like an equal. Trixie found she liked the older mare for that. Aside from Pete the bar owner, no other pony had treated her kindly except for one other before she got to Manehatten.

Trixie and Spitfire finished their meal in silence, after Spitfire stopped her laughing fit at Trixie. Just as they finished there was a knocking at the front door. Spitfire looked to Trixie who was now taking the dishes into the kitchen via magic.

"Trixie's got this, you can go answer the door Spitfire." she said as she began to pile the dishes next to the sink.

Spitfire nodded. "Thanks, Trix." she said. She entered the lobby and made her way to the door. When she opened it Fleetfoot was standing there in a white sweater with a whistle around her neck wearing sunglasses. Spitfire hugged the smaller mare who hugged her back. Spitfire broke the hug, but continued to hold the other pegasus by the shoulders rubbing them slightly.

"Morning Fleetfoot, are you hungry?" she asked pointing to the kitchen. "We just had breakfast, do you want some?" The young pegasus looked tired, and Spitfire decided she'd have a little fun beforehand. (What are hands?)

''No Captain, I'm not hungry I alre-" she was interrupted by Spitfire.

"Don't slouch when you speak, and stand at attention when addressing an Officer, Lieutenant!" she barked at Fleetfoot. The response was instantaneous. Fleetfoot practically jumped snapping at attention saluting eyes wide and clearly awake.

"Yes, Captain!" she barked. A minute passed and Spitfire puffed her cheeks trying hard not to laugh, ultimately she began rolling on the floor laughing. Fleetfoot blushed at this humiliation pointing to her commanding officer.

"Yo-You suck Spitfire!" she yelled accusingly. "You know I'm not a morning pony!"

"I know, Fleet!" Spitfire stood up wiping a tear from her eye. "But you know me, I can't resist a good joke every once on a while. Plus," she said poking her in the chest, "You can be so gullible, especially in the mornings."

Fleetfoot stared at the other pegasus, then she decided to get even with her. She crouched like a cat before lunging at Spitfire, causing both to roll on the carpet in front of the couch. The two wrestled laughing in good spirits. Spitfire rolled over Fleetfoot , holding her in a headlock, giving her a noogie. Fleetfoot escaped the headlock, and the annoying noogie, and leapt onto Spitfire.

"Ha! I got you now Spitfire!" she grinned victoriously from atop the mare.

Spitfire not moving rolled her eyes to this. She the stood up causing the other mare to fall unceremoniously to the floor. There was a loud OMPH, as Fleetfoot landed on her belly. Suddenly there was a tremendous weight placed on her, as Spitfire proceeded to lay on top of her.

"Hey! No fair you weigh more than me!" she exclaimed trying to escape her captor.

"Now Fleet, you know muscle is heavier than fat. So me being muscle, '' Spitfire poked the younger mare in the side, "and you being SMALL, I have the weight and strength advantage." She finished shooting Fleetfoot a cocky grin.

Fleetfoot flailed trying to get the other mare off her. When her attempts failed Spitfire laughed at her, causing her blush to intensify tenfold, she was practically red faced. "No! You're just fat!" she yelled as Spitfire jabbed her in the side. "He-Hey, that hurt fatty!"

"OK, OK. I think that's enough don't you?" Spitfire asked the now panting mare.

"Fine, but just remember I let you win." the younger mare claimed.

Spitfire rolled her eyes standing up. Fleetfoot then stood up, with a helping hoof from Spitfire, and they both sat on the couch. Sitting next to each other Spitfire began to groom the younger mare. Fleetfoot smiled with her eyes closed as Spitfire ran her rough tongue across her face. After a moment she began to fidget.

"You know Spitfire." she trailed off as Spitfire stopped to hear what she had to say. "I don't know if I ever told you, but I really miss this. I miss us." She looked to the older mare with a sad look in her eyes. "With work and our lives the way they are, we never have time for each other anymore. I wish we could spend more time together." she looked down at her hooves rubbing them together. "I've always looked up to you as a big sister Spitfire. I never had siblings, and you were always there for me after my mother left and, I care about you. I want…" she trailed off staring out the window behind them.

"I don't think you need to say anymore, Fleet." Spitfire said. This caused the other mare to look at her with a curious gaze. "Honestly I feel the same. I can't say for sure but I always saw you as a younger sister since Flight School, when we were young."

"You did for that long?"

"Yeah, I did, Fleet, ever since Vector…" she trailed off thinking back on that day. Suddenly, Trixie appeared from the hallway door. Her coat was damp like she'd just taken a shower, a slight fragrance of peach ran across the room. Spitfire and Trixie exchanged a smile and nod, while Fleetfoot scowled angrily at the showmare. "Hey Trixie. Decided to shower before we talked?"

Trixie walked over sitting next to Spitfire. "Yes, Trixie always wants to look her best, even for such a small crowd such as this." she said with pride. "So, you have questions you want to ask Trixie?"

Author's Notes:

Hey everyone new chapter finally YAY! So, is Trixie gonna be friends with Fleet at the end of the day? Or is the stick wedged to far up to pull out? Find out soon! As always any grammatical errors found let me know so I can fix them! And I hate commas!

The Link that binds us together

Author's Notes:

Hey every one! It's finally here the next chapter! Duh duh DUHHH! Sorry if it feels rushed it was longer than expected and I will be making it into two separate chapters. Hope you all enjoy!

Spitfire sat between Trixie and Fleetfoot on her couch. She was extremely nervous, but she hid her fear well. Fleetfoot glared at Trixie with extreme distrust, while Trixie simply waited for the interrogation to begin. Trixie wasn't going to sugarcoat it, this meeting was so Fleetfoot could question her and gauge her motives. Trixie really hopes she'll start asking questions soon, this is boring. she thought.

Spitfire was the first to break the silence. "So, Fleet, don't you want to know about Trixie?" she asked the young pegasus. Fleetfoot nodded in response. Spitfire looked at Trixie, and their eyes met. "So Trixie, tell us about yourself."

Trixie waited for a moment before looking to Fleetfoot then back to Spitfire. She sighed, closing her eyes, she took a deep breath to relax. It's going to be one of THOSE days Trixie just knows it. "Very well, where should Trixie begin?" she asked looking to both mares.

Fleetfoot jumped anxiously, almost too anxious, to ask her questions. "How about you start with what happened in Ponyville?" she asked, quickly seating herself after Spitfire gave her a warning look. "Umm, of course go at your own pace, we have all day after all." she waved a hoof at Trixie like a stuck up noble would a servant. Spitfire noticed this and frowned.

"I think what she meant was, can you 'please' tell us what happened in Ponyville?" Spitfire asked giving Fleetfoot a nasty look. "We've heard the rumors and what the press has to say, but we'd like to hear it from you as well."

"Very well, Trixie will tell you about Ponyville." she adjusted herself getting comfortable. "Now, it's a bit of a lengthy tale, so please try to limit questions until after Trixie finishes." she then laid on her stomach crossing her forearms under her. She watched as the other two mares nodded in agreement before continuing. Spitfire held Fleetfoot with one wing not only to comfort her, but to keep hold of her in case she decided to deck Trixie at any point.

"To start, let it be known that Trixie is a traveling showmare specializing in illusionary magic and storytelling. She travels far and wide across Equestria spreading joy and wonder to all she can." Trixie waved her hoof across a figurative horizon. "Trixie told stories of heroes and villains, monsters and hunters, even told tales of real ponies in glorious details!"

Fleetfoot looked annoyed Spitfire was tentatively listening wanting to learn more about the mare.

Trixie explained how she'd traveled to Ponyville to perform a magic show for the locals, and how she was interrupted by four unsavory characters. As Trixie described them, Spitfire recognized the ponies described as Elements of Harmony national heroes. Trixie continued to explain how she, dealt with these ponies who had interrupted her show, humiliating them one after the other.

Spitfire nodded in understanding. So she was challenged, but she did provoke them accidentally. Guess when you're on your own, you tend to go off the deep end easier. She thought about all the times she'd gotten into fights over something as small as an insult. It made her feel guilty to think about all the ponies she bullied and beat up back in Flight School. Fleetfoot on the other hoof had a completely different view, but reminded herself she only had part of the story.

"Trixie told them how she used her unmatched magical abilities to defeat the dreaded Ursa Major from destroying Hoofington." Trixie conjured up an image of herself and the Ursa fighting. "The ponies called Trixie out on her claim. So Trixie did what she always does in these situations. 'Trixie challenges you Ponyville, anything you can do I can do better'. That’s when Trixie faced off against three ponies from there." she changed the image to one of Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Rarity, all in the losing positions when Trixie challenged them.

Trixie stood up, dispelling her illusion, and stretched her back out like a cat would after a long nap. "Trixie had two admirers, Snips and Snails after the show. Long story short, those two idiot colts Snips and Snails, bless their loyal hearts, had the audacity to bring an ACTUAL Ursa to the town!" she shouted stomping the ground. "They had such faith in Trixie, that they brought the Ursa to town for her to slay! It was a story! Of course Trixie can't slay an Ursa, even if it was a baby, nopony can!"

Fleetfoot smiled at Trixie get worked up, her curiosity perked she decided to ask the obvious question. "So then Miss Great and Powerful, what happened to the Ursa?" she asked with a smug grin. She already knew the answer, she read the paper, but she wanted to see if Trixie would lie or change what happened to better her image. I know she will. She thought confidently.

"A pony named Twilight Snarkle, or something showed up. She used magic to create a Symphony Wind which put the Ursa to sleep. She then gave it milk and levitated it back into the Everfree Forest, somewhere. It was truly worth of Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns." Trixie said. “Where did she send it? Well, it's not important.” Fleetfoot was actually impressed by the praise Trixie gave to Twilight SPARKLE, maybe she wasn't as bad as she thought. "Of course, Trixie allowed her to handle the Ursa Minor. She could have done it herself, of course."

"Of course." Fleetfoot muttered to herself. And I was wrong, she's exactly how I thought she was. No modesty what so ever. What does Spitfire see in her? Seriously! It boggled Fleetfoot's mind as to what exactly the older pegasus saw in this unicorn. She was arrogant, boastful, she gloried herself at the expense of others, and she's a liar.

"Afterwards Trixie left the town. Later that night she returned to rummage through the wreckage of her wagon the Ursa destroyed, but found no sign of it. Trixie fled through town before she came upon the wreckage. Her belongings, what wasn't destroyed, was placed in a suitcase with a note on it." Trixie summoned the letter with a variant of teleportation magic and read it aloud.

Dear Trixie, assuming you get this, we’re sorry we destroyed your home. We're really sorry for that. Anyway we found what we could and put it in an old suitcase for you! Hope it comes in handy! Me and Snails put our allowances together so you can get started again! We know it’s not much but, hopefully it'll help!

Come back soon!

Snips and Snails

Trixie smiled rolling up the letter and sent it back to where she summoned it from. Spitfire looked at Trixie, leaned over and gave her a hug, which she returned. This infuriated Fleetfoot. The two separated and Trixie continued her story.

"After getting her belongings, Trixie left Ponyville heading to Manehatten. Along the way she ran into some trouble…"

One week ago…

Trixie traveled down the road leading to Manehatten late at night looking at her map of Equestria. These roads were said to be dangerous to travel after dark, but this was OK since Trixie was use to the dark. That, and she knew of a small inn down the road just a few miles from Ponyville according to her map.

It was just before midnight, the moon had reached its peak, and Trixie continued down the trail listening for any sounds in the surrounding woods. It was unusually silent and the air felt heavy. Something was wrong, she could feel it in her chest. It was a tightening in her chest, like a pressure was building up, forcing her to move cautiously as she trekked along. There was no wind, no crickets singing, no sounds from the woods, just silence.

Something's wrong, Trixie just knows it. She thought to herself.

Suddenly from within the forest came a loud feminine scream, which caused Trixie to jump in a cat like fashion. It echoed for several seconds, Trixie listened carefully, then she heard voices calling out for help followed by a loud roar. Trixie was about to ignore the cries for help when a familiar voice was heard. "MOM HELP ME!" it cried. Against her better instincts, Trixie ran deep into the forest to help the ponies.

Trixie reached in her suitcase bringing out her old black cloak, she use to use under a different alias, and wrapped it around her neck pull up the cowl covering her face. I can't run the risk of somepony recognizing me from Ponyville, if anypony has a grudge, but I doubt that's true. Better safe than sorry. She thought running through the forest.

After a few seconds she saw a light ahead, and around it was several ponies and in front of them was a pack of timberwolves. One massive timberwolf lead the pack closing in on the ponies, Trixie noticed one of the was a small grey filly with white hair. The filly was crying in the arms of a grey pegasus mare with a liver mane, she was dressed in a simple grey and silver skirt with a matching vest her mane done up in a bun. Three other earth ponies were there, a mustard yellow earth pony stallion with a black hat and a short grey mane wearing a collared neck tie, a white earth pony mare with a flat black mane, and a dark grey mare with a flat purple mane wearing a sweater with a belt.

The last three were in front of a wagon with the pegasus mare and the child, she was quite obviously shaking. She called out to the group."Oh, Mr. Pie. I'm so sorry we got you into this mess! If it wasn't for us you wouldn't be-"

"Now, you think nothing of it Mrs. Silver! We'll hold em back!" He interrupted the mare. He then turned to the grey mare "Maud! The boulder!" he yelled pointing to a large boulder next to the wagon.

The mare called Maud, looked to the boulder and nodded. She then went to grab it and began trying to lift it. There's no way she can lift that! Trixie thought as she stopped her advance wanting to see the earth pony lift the HUGE boulder. She wanted to see THIS. No, she HAD to see this. Much to her surprise, Maud lifted the gigantic boulder, easily ten times her size, and hurled it and the timberwolves crushing half of them. "Well done, Maud!" Mr. Pie yelled excited.

The other white mare latched onto Maud with a big smile. "That's my BIG sis for you! Strongest Pie this side o' Manehatten!" she yelled out. "I knew she'd get em all!" Maud simply nodded in response. She seemed so devoid of emotion. "Thanks you two." Maud said plainly.

Wow, those words make Trixie feel dead inside. she thought to herself. Trixie then noticed the timberwolf parts were regenerating into one massive beast. The ponies were back at the wagon preparing to leave, seemingly unaware of the imminent danger. Without thinking Trixie charged up her horn, turning it a sickly green color. It was an advanced spell for dealing with dangerous creatures, it stuns them for a few seconds to maybe a minute, at best. Trixie learned this spell back at Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, specifically for situations like this. The only drawback was that creatures magical in nature, such as timberwolves, were almost immune to its effects. It does slow down their regeneration, which is what Trixie is planning on. Once her horn was ready, she leapt into the air climbing a tree with a magical whip she conjured. Using the whip in a Spiderman fashion, she leapt from tree to tree, until she was over the wagon.

Once above the wagon, all the ponies looked up to see a dark figure staring straight down at them. Trixie then released her first shot, the sepectating ponies spun around to follow the beam, as the large timberwolf jumped and was caught midair by the blast. The beam shot the beast back several feet dazing it for a few seconds. As it tried to recuperate from the stunning effects, Trixie landed near the group of ponies calling to them. "Flee now ponies!" she then used the whip and lunged into the trees. "I'll hold him off! RUN!" her voice echoed.

The timberwolf now fully recovered, turned to face its prey once again, only to be hit by the same stun spell in the face. As the beast howled in pain Trixie hung from a tree near the wagon, dangling from a branch. "I said run!" the ponies decided then to turn and run abandoning the wagon. Trixie then stared at the massive timberwolf from a tree. Once the beast was unaffected by the spell, Immediately Trixie would stun it again. This went on for several minutes until the wolf decided to flee rather than face being stunned again.

Once she was convinced the wolf was gone, Trixie leapt down from the tree surveying her surroundings. There wasn't a timberwolf in sight. Not wanting to tempt fate, Trixie latched herself to the wagon and continued her trek through the forest. As she went she once again kept her eyes and ears open for any sounds beside her own, unaware that she was being watched.

It took most of the night, but Trixie had made it to the Inn halfway to Manehatten. The Inn was called the Flightless Pegasus, weird name, and it was OLD. The wood was worn down, several planks were either missing or coming undone, and the windows were so filthy it practically could block out the sun.

Trixie was tired from the long walk, and using as much magic as she did the last two days has been taxing on her stamina. Pulling up next to the Inn, she unlatched herself from the wagon and proceeded inside to rent a room. After which she went to bed not even bothering to eat, she was too tired to eat, and as soon as she hit the pillow she was dragged to the realm of dreams.

Early in the morning, Trixie awoke to the sound of howling outside. Trixie recognized it a timberwolf howl, but something was off about it. The howl was too high pitch, and it wasn't as loud, but it was still aggravating. After several minutes the howling intensified as shouting began to mix with it. Finally unable to resist any longer, Trixie got out of bed to see what all the commotion was about.

She arrived near 'her' wagon to find several ponies around it shouting at it. As she approached she called to the crowd. "HEY! What's going on here!"

The ponies looked at her and threw a gagged timberwolf cub on the floor. A mare walked up to Trixie slapping her. ‘How dare she slap Trixie!’ She thought clasping her cheek. The mare then got into Trixie's face jabbing her jest. "Why, in holy Celestia's name did you bring a juvenile timberwolf here!? Why woman, why would you do that!?" the mare screamed. Trixie shoved the mare back tired of being yelled at. "You dare touch The Great and Powerful TRIXIE! Keep your hooves off her! Secondly!" Trixie used her magic to bring the timberwolf cub to her. "Why are you attacking this cub!? You fools are bound to bring the whole pack here like this! TRIXE will take it to the forest and release it, since you're OBVIOUSLY too inept to do so!" The mare shoved Trixie as two stallions began beating the cub. "YOU are the one bound to bring the pack here with this cub!" the mare screamed pushing Trixie onto the floor.

Then another mare, an orange unicorn with a yellow skied mane and short similar tail, approached the cub as she readied her horn to cast a spell. The stallions stepped aside as the unicorn mare aimed at the cub, who stopped its struggling, looking at the mare as if it knew what was coming. Trixie recognized the spell, it was a simple flame ignition spell. It was designed for lighting torches or small fires in the forest for survival, or death to a flammable timberwolf cub. Fire is the only sure way to prevent a timberwolf from regenerating. After all, ashes can't regenerate. The mare condensed the spell to a beam firing it straight at the cub.

Before Trixie could even think, she ran in front of the spell grabbing the cub. Spinning to face the mare she cast a stun spell squarely into the unicorn’s horn. She cast a shield spell deflecting it, accidentally, back at the Inn setting it ablaze. Trixie and the unicorn looked eyes, each ready to cast spells at the first sign of aggression.

The timberwolf cub looked to Trixie with a curious expression, wondering why she helped him while the others like her hurt him. He then proceeded to hide himself under her, as there was no other safe place in his mind, and peeked at the other unicorn shivering.

Trixie patted the cub on the head calming him down, not taking her eyes off the unicorn she saw her cutie mark was a timber wolf head with a flame engulfing it. ‘I don't need to guess what that means.’ she thought to herself. Several ponies watched as the two stared each other down, and others helped try and put out the fire.

Suddenly one of the stallions screamed, as he was taken around the building. Everypony looked to see what happened to him only to hear him screaming followed by a sickening series of crunch and snapping noises. After a minute the screaming died down. "Timberwolves!" a pony screamed running around the building and into the forest.

Timberwolves began running around trying to catch ponies while several ponies tried to fight back. The flame unicorn mare turned her attention to the timberwolf pack. One wolf was feeling brave and charged her head on. In an instant it was set ablaze, and before reaching her, turned to ash flying past her. Not even flinching, the mare ran after two other wolves chasing a stallion.

Trixie decided to make herself scarce, attempting to reach her wagon while the chaos ensued. Once she reached it a group of ponies were hiding. A mare and colt were holding each other, while a stallion stood between them and the timberwolves. The mare was a mint green with a short mint green mane, and her cutie mark was a golden stringed instrument. The colt was dark brown with an orange mane, the stallion was lighter brown with a dark black mane with a journal as a cutie mark. The stallion charged the first wolf kicking it to the ground, another circled around him and lunged at him from the rear.

"DAD, LOOK OUT!" the colt cried trying to reach for him, but the mare held him back.
The stallion had enough time to turn his head, before the timberwolf bit into his hind legs. He yelped in pain, and the timberwolf began to shake him around like a ragdoll.

"DAD!" the colt cried causing the last two timberwolves to face him and the mare. The mint mare fired stun spells at the timberwolves but had no effect. She then placed herself between the colt and the timberwolves, ready to defend him with her life. The two timberwolves launched at the mare who raised a shield protecting herself from the first wolf. The other used the distraction to charge the colt, and the mare had only a second to realize her mistake.

Trixie quickly fired three more stunning spells at the timberwolves, knocking them back, and quickly made her way to them with the cub in tow.

"DAD!" the colt ran to his father hugging him. He then turned to Trixie smiling. "Thanks for saving him Miss!" he said, before hugging her. Trixie felt relieved, until a sudden howl brought her back to the current situation.

"You three must hide." she then levitated the wagon upside down and placed it over the three ponies. “Wait until the wolves leave then escape, take the wagon if you need it." she placed it over them blasting a small hole into it, so they could see outside. She then ran towards the forest firing magical fireworks into the air to get the packs attention. As she reached the tree line, she looked behind her to see if the pack was following. What she saw devastated her.

Ponies were laying across the opening, dark red spot were visible with the light provided by the sun, some of the bodies too small to be adults. Ponies were helping others, and the ponies from under the wagon came out from hiding. What got her was the timberwolves. The ponies were gathering the pack together as the unicorn mare was burning them to piles of ash with no remorse. A smaller unicorn mare identical to the larger, but with charcoal stripes in her mane and tail, was piling the pack, while the other continued burning the rest.
Once the last few timberwolves were left the largest, the matriarch, was lying on the ground began to howl weakly into the air. The young timberwolf cub suddenly began howling as well, as if compelled to by some unseen force. The two wolves howled until their voices became one creating a two part harmony, their voices became one beautiful symphony of harmony. ‘Mother and son.’ Trixie thought.

As the matriarch sang, a breeze began to blow towards Trixie and the cub. Fall colored leafs and grass of orange and browns followed the current towards the cub. A similar phenomenon happened around Trixie as she held the cub in her arms. A gentle innocent wind blew from behind her, as leafs of green and several colored flower petals flew meeting the matriarchs steam both intermingling into a ball of colors complimented to a symphony of love and caring.

Trixie had heard of such a thing before. Long ago her mother and father told her tales of beings so in love with each other, that when close and harmony is reached, they would absorb the magical energies around them making their 'bond' visible to a select few attuned with great magical potential. Trixie had seen this once before, when she decided to become a traveling showmare. Her mother was all for the idea it was a mares tradition in the family to join the thespian arts. Her mother had played a tune on a pan flute before she'd left with the wagon her father had built. The tune was played with her father playing a piano, and Trixie used her magic to compliment her in singing. The three had bonded in a way that so few understood, which made it all the more special.

As the howling continued the matriarch began to releasing a golden pollen that traveled along the streams back to the cub. Once it reached him he began to glow, his branch like structure became engulfed by light, causing Trixie to drop him. His body began to turn green as tiny leafs and blades of grass covered his tiny body, he actually looked like a wolf cub now, except green. The biggest change was his eyes, they went from a dull yellow to sky-blue with tiny little black dots in the center.

As the transformation took place, a number of things happened. First Trixie's nose was bombarded with a fragrance of wonderful smells. Morning dew mix with spring field flowers and lavender came from the now green cub which brought a smile to Trixie. The other was the second fiery unicorn mare with charcoal stripes. She turned following the stream from the matriarch and watched in awe at the spectacle. No others saw or responded, so Trixie assumed no others saw this aside from the younger mare.

Suddenly, the matriarch cried in pain as she was engulfed in flames instantly tuned into ashes severing the connection between her and the cub. Trixie stared in shock as the cub began looking around confused circling around her. It didn't understand why he couldn't hear his mother anymore. He began to howl sadly, as he desperately tried to reach his mother, not understanding he would never reach her.
Trixie looked to the older mare with hate in her eyes, as she reached for the cub and placed him on her back with her magic. The younger mare was in shock as well, she looked like she was crying. The older unicorn grabbed the smaller one and hugged her stroking her mane.
Trixie ran into the forest without looking back. All the while, the cub struggled to escape her magical grasp, but she held firm. He continued to cry out for his mother trying to reach her, every howl brought a heavy weight onto Trixie's heart.

Trixie traveled through the forest for over an hour before exhaustion finally took hold. In the last two days she'd slept only an hour or two and the cub howling constantly wasn't helping her mood. Tired and hungry, she decided to make camp for now. It was only 7-8 AM but she didn't care at this point, she'd never make it to Manehatten if she collapsed from exhaustion.

Making a tent of branches and twigs, she gathered fire wood to be used at night time. The green timberwolf cub kept crying the whole time. She'd tied him to a small tree near her camp so he couldn't run away. In a way, Trixie felt responsible for him. Yes, he had been in the wagon, and maybe if she'd bothered to check this series of unfortunate events might have been averted.

She watched the cub cry out desperately trying to her his mother's call, but he never got a response. He circled the tree several times trying a different angle to see if his call would reach her. Finally Trixie couldn't take it anymore, her heart ached for the wolf cub. No child should grow up without a mother. She untied the pup from the tree with magic and levitated him gently to her. She sat back against the tree from her hut, and placed the cub in her arms cradling him like her mother use to do for her. The pup struggled to break free only calming to the sound of Trixie humming softly and rocking him. She then used her magic to conjure a pan flute and began to play a soft tune.

As she played, the pup's eyes grew heavy. He felt protected, safe, and secure around Trixie. He looked to her and nuzzled her chest and feel into a deep sleep, her fur providing warmth to his tiny body. After a minute of playing her horn began glowing, as tendrils of magic reached for the pup entwining with his fur. Green tendrils grew from him and reached for Trixie wrapping around her body causing a warm feeling to fill her. After she finished playing, the tendrils dissolved to nothing, leaving Trixie cradling the young pup. Kissing him on the forehead she spoke into his ear softly. "I'll call you, Link." she looked up at the forest canopy smiling. "Yeah, Link sounds good. The link that binds us together now, and forever. Rest well my Link. Tomorrow we both start our lives anew." And with that, she feel into a deep slumber she'd so desperately needed.

Watching in the forest, two sets of green eyes watched the scene unfold before them. A fiery glow appeared above one set of eyes with the intent to kill. Suddenly it died down as the second pair of eyes shook vigorously followed by a voice. "No sis, not like this." The other pair of eyes nodded and disappeared in to the brush, the other lingered for a moment before disappearing into the brush as well.

Shattered Bonds

Author's Notes:

Hey everyone the next chapter is here! Just a friendly warning the next two chapters are a bit more gruesome than I normally do. Just wanted to test the waters, but I'll most likely never do it again.
And to my editor, sorry this chapter is long, and fuck commas.

Hope you all enjoy!

[Two days ago]

Trixie had spent a few days in the forest with her new companion Link the timberwolf. Over the last few days, the two had bonded and became inseparable. link would always stay close to Trixie and protect her. She in turn loved him, cared for him, and protect him. The two were quite the odd sight indeed.

Over the last few days many ponies passing through the forest heading to either Ponyville of Manehatten, would stop to see the odd duo playing in the woods. Trixie didn't want to take Link into the city for fear he'd be taken from her, she didn't want to lose her only friend in the world. So, she stayed in the forest, on the path of course, and tried to see how Link reacted to other ponies. It looked promising, he loved meeting other ponies, and after two days it became clear that nopony knew what he was, and thought of him as an exotic pet. Maybe it was his green leafy/grass like appearance, but Trixie was glad he didn't look like a timberwolf nor acted like one.

Trixie often played with Link, teaching him tricks and how to be part of her act should she ever get back into it. And the two of them were quite happy during these bonding time. It was during one of these times, that Trixie learned of the colt and his father she'd saved earlier that week.

It was during her playtime with Link when she encountered the ponies heading back to Manehatten, and they re tuned her wagon to her. Well, it wasn't her wagon, but she was glad she could return it to its proper owners since she knew their names. The stallions name was Scribble and his son Sketchy, along with a friend named Lyra, and they were traveling to Ponyville from Manehatten together after concluding business in Manehatten.

Scribble was happy to see her in good condition, though, it took some convincing that link wasn't going to hurt them. In fact, Link and Sketchy got along swimmingly after the awkward meeting. Scribble and Lyra had told Trixie that the wagon was damaged beyond doable repair, but they'd managed to fix it temporarily. Grateful for this, Trixie offered to travel with them back to Manehatten since it was only a day's travel from the Inn. The three had decided travel by train was safer rather than the three day trek back through the forest to Ponyville.

Now, at the border of the forest Trixie, Link, and their three companions took a moment to rest before entering the city.

"Trixie, it was nice of you to save us. " said Lyra. "You know, I heard what happened Ponyville, and that you TRIED to stand up to that Ursa Minor. It was brave of you, despite not being able to vanquish it you still tried, and that means a lot." she then looked to Scribble and Sketchy. "Especially since you saved us from those timberwolves."

Trixie looked to the three of them smiling. "It was what any decent pony would do." She then thought about the grey filly and her mother along with the Pie's, and how she nearly left them to their fate. If I hadn't been there... she didn't want to think of the outcome had she not been there to help. Instead, she vowed never to turn away a cry for help not matter how small, unless she was doing something so important it couldn't wait.

"Don't worry, Miss Trixie." said the colt walking up to her. "You're the best! You saved us after all!" he said prancing around her, a big smile on his face.

"Now son, don't crowd her that's rude." said his father scolding him.

"Yes, father sorry,Miss Trixie," he said sadly.

Trixie placed a hoof under his chin and raised it so they were face to face. "Now young one, it' s OK, Trixie understands, so don't worry about it." she turned and latched herself to the wagon. "And don't call Trixie 'Miss' it makes her feel old."

The colt smiled at her comment. "Well, you are older than me, and mom says it's proper to do so." he laughed.

Trixie puffed her cheeks glaring at the colt, then Scribble and Lyra joined. Trixie found their laughter contagious and soon joined them. After a minute the four ponies and timberwolf, continued to the city. After a brief lunch, paid for by Scribble, they went to the train station. Trixie was happy that she was able to help these three ponies, they were kind to her, friendly even. As Scribble bought the tickets Lyra took the opportunity to speak to Trixie.

"You know Trixie, I could smooth things over in Ponyville for you if you want." she patted Trixie on the back.

Trixie looked at Lyra with a warm smile on her face. It would be nice if Ponyville didn't old anything against her, but pride can make one do stupid things. Just then, forgetting what Lyra said, a thought crossed her mind. Trixie looked at Lyra confused, which caused Lyra to tilt her head. "Wait, if you were in Manehatten all this time, how did you hear about what happened in Ponyville?"

Lyra thought for a moment before a look of realization hit her. "I got a scroll from my friend Sweet Drops, or Bon Bon as I call her. She sent word of what you "DID" with the Ursa, but after hearing it from you, I feel that you deserve better than you got."

"Thanks Lyra, that means a lot to Trixie." she approached Lyra giving her a strong hug.

"Hey Trixie!" called Sketchy. Both unicorns looked to see the young colt running up to them. "Look I got my ticket!" he said excited circling around the two mares. Lyra smiled while Trixie looked at him confused.

"That's great Sketchy..." she said cautiously eyeing the colt. There was an awkward silence, and just as Trixie was about to say something Lyra spoke up.

"It's his first time on a train." she said lifting up the colt with her magic placing him on her back. Trixie nodded finally understanding why Sketchy was so excited. She then walked over to Sketchy.

"So, you've never been on a train before?" she asked him. He responded by shaking his head. "Well, you're in for a treat trains are lots of fun, fast, and the scenery is amazing!" she said all this while conjuring an image of a train, made it fly around the colt turning it into a halo of fiery blue as it dissolved into blue dust. The colt watched in awe at the spectacle conjured by this wondrous mare.

"Wow that was amazing! The colt said hopping off Lyra he looked up at Trixie. "Can you show me more?" he asked. Before she could answer him, the sound of a train whistle blew off in the distance signaling the arrival of the Friendship Express.

"Sorry young one, I'll have to take a raincheck on that." she said to him as the train pulled up to the station. Ponies began to pour in and out as the conductor traded places with a new one. Link was running around on his leash trying to reach the colt. Sketchy walked up an hugged the young timberwolf.

"Friendship Express non-stop to Ponyville!" he called out.

"Aww. That stinks." he said kicking the ground as his father pulled him close with a one arm. The colt looked up to Trixie with a sad look in his eyes. "You will come visit won't you?" he asked. Trixie looked to Scribble who nodded in confirmation, and Lyra nodded too.

"Oh course little one, Trixie will stop by sometime soon to amaze you with her great magical talents!" she yelled creating a vast series of firework explosions from her horn. The colt was happy to see her in such good spirits, it made him happy seeing her perform. "Trixie will come to visit someday, but first she needs to get herself back on the road of life." she said patting the colt on the head.

"Last call! All aboard!" called the conductor.

"Well this is it, thanks again Trixie, for everything." Scribble said patting her over the shoulder. "Please come visit sometime. It would mean the world to him and me." He looked at his son who was saying goodbye to Link along with Lyra. Both had big warm smiles on their faces.

"Don't worry, I'll come visit once I get back on my hooves."

"You know, we could help you if you want." he looked around as if expecting somepony to hear him, he closed in on her ear whispering. "It's almost harvest season, and I have a freind who always comes to me when he needs extra hooves for work. It'll be hard work, but it'll be great pay, I guarantee it." he said winking.

She thought about it for a moment, tapping a hoof on the ground, she looked back to Scribble. "I'll think about it. Thanks though, I'll come to ponyville if I could use the help." she said. Scribble shook his head.

"No, here, let me just give you our mail address." he said writing down the address on a piece of paper. His hoof writing is flawless. Trixie thought. "There you go, and I expect to hear from you often OK?" he asked giving her the paper, she levitated it into her suitcase and placed it back in her wagon.

"Thanks Scribble."

"No problem Trixie." he then turned heading for the train, as Lyra came back running in place.

"I'll smooth things over in Ponyville for you OK?" Trixie nodded at the mint green unicorn. "Alright! See you then, Trix!" she yelled as she ran to the doors of the train.

Trixie watched as the three ponies boarded the train holding Link in her arms, as they settled in, Sketchy ran to a window opening it near her. "Bye, Miss Trixie, I'll see you soon hopefully! Don't forget me!" he said waving to her as the train departed the station. She waved along with Link to the train until it was out of sight.

Once the train was out of sight, Trixie place Link into the wagon latched herself up, and began wandering the streets of Manehatten. It was amazing how ponies attitude changed once she ventured deeper into the city. She had been walking for over an hour and for some reason most ponies tended to stay away from her. At first she thought nothing of it, thinking it to be mere coincidence that ponies were moving as she walked the streets. However, when she stopped for a drink of water at a fountain, she'd left the wagon behind taking Link with her. When she returned she found the wagon damaged with graffiti. Threats and insults all over it, and some writing saying 'remember Ponyville, the Ursa has come to Manehatten!' and next to it was a picture of Trixie from a flier she made sometime ago announcing her shows. It too was 'modified' in a very uncouth manner.

Link whined sensing his friend's dismay, rubbing against her leg. She looked down at him trying to hold back tears as she stared at the death threats. "Don't worry Link. Trix-I'll be fine you'll see." She raised him up cuddling him with her arms like a mother her child. He barked happily wagging his little green leaf tail nuzzling her affectionately. She then looked at a local and approach her.

The mare was a pegasus tall, bulky, kind of chubby, and easily stood two heads taller than Trixie. She was tan with a dark short spiky red mane. "Excuse me Ma'am?" Trixie asked approaching the mare. The tall mare looked down at her then saw her 'dog', and gave her a curious glance. Trixie noticed and shook a hoof at him making him sit right next to her. "He's an exotic breed from Stalliongrad." The mare nodded to this accepting her story.

"So young miss, what can Astellaluna do for you?" the tall mare asked.

"Trixie was wondering if you knew the time?" she asked looking at the mare. Trixie noticed she had three freckles on one side of her face and nowhere else. Then she noticed the mares cutie mark was a silhouette of a pony head with a 3 on it. The mare noticed this but politely answered Trixie's question.

"Astellaluna's sorry but she to hasn't any idea what time it is." she say Trixie jump at her sudden booming voice, she grinned at her response. "Don't worry, Astellaluna forgives you. It's not the first nor the last ponies gawk at her." she said taking a mock pose that'd put Rarity to shame. She brushed her mane to one side and looked at Trixie with a shocked expression. "What? Does Astellaluna have something on her face?" she asked Trixie.

She shook her head. "No, it's nothing like that. Trixie thought she was the only one who spoke in third pony." she said excitedly.

"Well that's OK. Astellaluna takes no offense, miss..."

"Trixie, of The Great and Powerful Trixie which is her stage name." Trixie boasted.

Suddenly the mare looked worried, she looked around to see other ponies were looking at them with angry looks. The mare started to fidget a bit from this.

"Oh, sorry but Astellaluna has to be somewhere and isn't sure if she's running late as is. Please excuse Astellaluna." she then bowed to Trixie and flew off into the sky. Trixie was wondering what that was all about, had she done something to upset her? No, she was sure it wasn't that. Maybe the third pony thing was a sensitive subject for her, yeah that had to be it.

"Well, it looks like Trixie has much to learn about etiquette." she walked back to her wagon and latched herself up and proceeded to find a suitable hotel to stay in.

As darkness began to set over the city, Trixie still hadn't found a place to stay. Many were booked at the time following a fashion pageant being held that night, others were too expensive for her since all her money was from two young colts allowances. Still, if she could haggle the price down she'd be able to get a solid day before leaving. Money was an issue and it had to be dealt with soon.

As she walked she came upon a unusual bar called Pette's Pie Bar. It was packed and by the looks of it, it was in fact a pie themed bar. Trixie's stomach grumbled. She then counted her bits. Not enough for the both of us. she thought looking at Link. He saw her look and sat up from his nap and barked wagging his tail. She contemplated on what to do next. She could save her bits for herself and give Link only what he needs to survive, but she wasn't up to the idea of feeding herself and sleeping in a warm bed if Link couldn't. On the other hoof, she didn't have enough money to accommodate them both. So she was met with a tough choice, it was either her or the dog scenario.

It didn't take her long to reach a decision. Placing the wagon near the bar, she dug into her belongings looking for her makeshift cloak placing it on herself. She then walked over to Link rubbing his head waking him up. "OK link, it's time to put your training to work." she said.

[Meanwhile, in Pette's Pie Bar]

In a corner far from the others, two cloaked ponies were having a drink, or to be more accurate one was drinking while the other was yelling at the former.

"You LOST her!? How do you lose somepony you've been following!?" A mare yelled at her companion slapping the mug out of the others hooves.

"But sis, I had too!" he said. "The cops showed up later looking for her something about a mare pegasus or someth-I don't know! I'm sorry OK?"

Smacking herself in the forehead, the mare looked at her brother as he cowered in fear. "If I hadn't promised mother on her death bed so help me I'd have rung your little neck ages ago! And where is Solarflare?! She should be here by now!" she hissed at him. He reached for his neck running a hoof along it as if to make sure it was still there. The mare then plowed her head into the table.

"Please, sis, I'm sorry I'll find her I promise! " he said desperately rubbing her head. She looked up at him with a fiery hate that made him withdraw his hoof. "As for Solarflare, she should be arriving tonight. Please, sis, I'm sorry don't hate me. Please?" he gave her the saddest puppy dog eyed look he could muster. She tried to look away but the damage was done, that sad look, so desperate and sorry for goofing up again.

She finally gave in placing a hoof on his head rubbing it. "Fine. You are forgiven little, bro." she then scooted over to him carefully leaning in and kissed him on the cheek. "There. All is forgiven. Find her and there will be more waiting for you when you do." she said in a sly tone reaching under the table. She gently rubbed his balls enticing a moan from him. The young stallion immediately stiffened as his sister worked her hooves under the table on his hardening shaft. He was trying hard not to moan, as his sister became more vigorous in her movements forcing him to bit down to prevent himself from making an noise. He leaned forward onto the table reaching down taking hold of her hoof stopping her, and leaving him unsatisfied.

"Please,not here." he spoke softly. Under her cowl the she grinned at him, and he simply rolled his eyes under his. To his relief no pony had noticed his sisters uncouth display. Then again, so many of the ponies here were intoxicated they'd probably never notice.

"OK, little, bro. I'll behave if you promise not to screw up again." she said placing an arm around his hips pulling him closer. She placed her head on top of his rubbing his chest as he did the same to her.

"Define screw up." he asked with a huge cocky grin.

"I swear if the next words you say aren't, 'sis, I love you sooo, much' you'll be sleeping outside tonight." suddenly she heard fireworks close by followed by cheers. "Huh, the pageant must have started early." she said closing her eyes resting on her brothers head. She felt a tapping on her shoulder as the young stallion pointed into a group of ponies at the center of the bar cheering at a azure unicorn mare and a small green companion.

"Better hold that thought, sis, I found who we're looking for." as he pointed to the azure mare. She looked up to see their quarry, a sinister smile donned her lips as she thought up a plan to deal with the azure mare.

"Trixie."

[Later that night]

Trixie was happily counting her bits from her performance at Pette's Pie Bar, while walking along the road with her wagon. One hearty meal and a new sleeping bag later, and both were as happy as can be as they walked the dark empty streets of Manehatten.

Trixie decided that they'd be sleeping together under the night sky. In her mind Link was the best protection in the world and he'd never let anything happen to her, being a unicorn helped too. The fact was nopony would let her keep him with her, and where he went she went. They were passing by a dark alley way when Link was grappled by a chain, with a surprised yelp he was flung into the dark alley.

Trixie immediately unlatched herself from the wagon and followed the disappearing Link into the darkness. It was so dark she couldn't see down it maybe a few feet. Casting several candlelight spells she fired them across the walls lighting the entire alley with bright white light. Once illuminated, two figures were there, one holding Link who was struggling to get free from his chains, and the other turned to face Trixie with a conjured two bladed sword.

The first pony Trixie noticed was the tallest of the two, holding the young timber wolf in chains. The pony was the timberwolf mare, as Trixie called her, she was wearing flame styled armor. The sabatons were flames attached to the bottom of greaves that were ebony black. Her breast plate was heavy styled in a single flame that covered her chest with her cutie mark of a timberwolf head in engulfed in flame. The spine had a dozen or so flame shaped plates connecting orange rib plates which supported her multi-layer pauldrons which were rising flames. She wore a helmet that was also styled in flames curved upward slightly making her look like a horned demon with her mane flung out the back.

The other was smaller wearing identical armor, except the helm was enclosed with a almost glass like dome and the ponies mane was in a pony tail. This pony was standing on his hind legs with a two bladed sword conjured around his right hoof, which ran parallel to his arm, easily extending it three lethal feet.

Trixie stood her ground, trying to think of a way to save Link and escape with minimal harm to him and herself. With the way her two adversaries were armed it wasn't looking to good. The mare holding Link tightened her grip on the cub causing him to squirm more, as she slowly chocked him. "So, you did come to save him after all." she said smugly walking next to the wall. "How sweet." She then smacked the defenseless cub's head against the wall knocking him out.

"Release him at once or face the wrath of The Great and Powerful Trixie!" she yelled at the mare angrily.

The mare stepped forward levitating Link keeping the chains tightly on him, as she raised him above her just over her horn. "YOU DARE ADDRESS ME AS IN SUCH A MANNER YOU PLEBEIAN! I AM BLAZE STARFALL, OF THE STARFALL CLAN, AND YOU ARE BENEATH US YOU FILTH!" her voice echoed through the alley and into the night. Luna would have been jealous of the volume this mare held in her voice.

Trixie stomped the ground firing a stun spell at the mare only to be intercepted the the stallions blade. Trixie didn't flinch. "Trixie won't ask you again, release Link now, or face the consequences!"

The mare made a face of pure disgust. "Ugh, you actually NAMED the filthy little beast?" she hissed at Trixie. "I can't believe you would associate with a unclean, obscene, disaster of nature. I thought you had some sense, but it's clear now that you're no better than this filthy... mongrel. SomeTHING unclean that must be cleansed by our fire. RUBY!" the stallion stepped to the side, dispelling his sword, and stood at attention. "Cleanse the disgusting little beast." she sneered.

"You will do no such thing!" Trixie lunge at the stallion trying to fire a stun spell on him, but his armor reflected it off. Trixie was nearly struck by the rebound spell, and barely had time to duck to the side as it skimmed past her cheek.As she did, the mare lunged forward delivering a swift jab to her stomach knocking her off her hooves.

The young stallion looked at the unconscious cub. "Do I have to, sis?" he asked, his voice muffled slightly by his helmet.

What happened next shocked Trixie, the mare spun around and blasted him in the chest, in one fluid motion, and sent him flying back into the wall knocking the wind out of him dropping Link in the process. He pressed a hoof to his chest as he fell over gasping for breath. The mare walked in a threatening manner. He cowered from her laying his body flat on the ground, he looked up to her with absolute fear.

"You dare ask me such a thing?" she stomped the ground next to his head cracking the cobblestone under her hoof causing him to flinch. 'Have you forgotten what they've done to us? What these unclean monsters, no ABOMINATIONS did to our family?!" with each word she began to show signs of losing her temper further to madness.

The stallion dared to look up at his sister. Trixie recognized him, it was the 'mare' she saw back at the Inn deep in the forest with the older mare. Apparently he was actually a stallion with a curvy figure, and could easily be mistaken for a mare. Unlike his sister he was a blank flank.

"No sister I haven't, but what you're talking about happened over a millennium ago." he said standing up slowly as to no aggravate her more he then slunk over to the cub. "It's over. We won, you've proven your point. Can't we just leave it be?"

As soon as the words left his mouth her dropped to the ground, as if by instinct as the mare shot a trail of flames from her horn down the alley missing him by an inch at best. He looked back to see a charred remains of a royal guard helmet which was a molten piece of slag now. She then lifted him to his hooves dusting him off and levitated his helmet over. "If you can't do it I'll do it for you. And I'll tell Solarflare that YOU screwed up again." the stallion was now shaking, his armor clanking with each shiver his body made echoing in the alley like a metallic humming. "I see that got your attention, now finish the job." the mare shoved his helmet back on his head.

All the while Trixie had recovered and tried to slip past them, but before she could the mare grabbed her with her magic. Gripping Trixie by the throat she levitated her up about a meter dangling her there. "Finish the job Ruby!" she barked at him.

He stood up walked over to Link's unconscious form. The little timberwolf's green fur was dirty from being rolled on the ground, bruised, and his hind left leg was twisted in an awkward unnatural way. He looked down at the cub, it was defenseless unlike his kin who would have fought to the death for survival, but this was wrong in his mind. To kill with no remorse or mercy when one can't defend themselves, no one deserved to die like that. Like mom did. he thought.

He lit up his horn, it glowed with a dark red glow. He then prepared another spell more powerful than the first, as a second layer of magic engulfed his horn, followed by a third. The mare looked at him with great anticipation. "Yes brother, cleanse the unclean filth from our world. Bring forth the healing through fire and ash, let the world know your strength of faith in the flame!" she preached. Trixie tried to break free but the magic holding her was to strong for her. As she prepared a spell the mare tightened her hold around Trixie's throat forcing a squeak noise from her. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." she looked back at Ruby. "DO IT."

The stallion never broke his concentration nor did he look away from the timberwolf cub. Just as he was going to fire his barrage of spells he hesitated. Taking a deep breath he solidified his resolve shooting the magic built up in his horn down on Link.

Perspective Link

Link heard a strange humming noise. Voices were speaking around him, but he didn't recognize them. He heard Trixie a few times followed by a squeak noise. Curious he opened his eyes only to have his vision blocked by a wall of flame. In the span of a single second he remembered what happened. Startled he howled calling out to Trixie before everything in his world went bright blinding him, and suddenly black and absolute silence.

Trixie watched as the stallion fired his spells at Link, turning him into a dome of fire. The dome shined brightly as link howled out in fright. Trixie realized he was calling for her, she tried to use her magic, but the mare pounded her head against the wall again making her lose focus so she couldn't. Then there was a bright flash, and when it died down Link was gone and only a vague outline of him remained where he was as his howl died out.

The mare walked over to her brother and gently rubbed his shoulders before embracing him. "Well done Ruby, well done." she cooed in his ear. He scowled at her terrible pun.

"That was distressful Blaze." he was clearly not happy with this result but decided it was the best. At least she didn't realize what I did.

Leaving her brothers side the mare walked up to the hanging Trixie and levitated her closer. As she did, she drew a knife from under her shoulder plates and placed it across Trixie's throat. "Don't cry little pony. You'll be joining him in a moment." she said in the most sadistic manner possible. Trixie's eyes were teared up, not from fear, but sadness and hate. So much hate filled her heart at that moment. To the mares surprise the half chocking mare smiled. "What's so funny? Have you finally realized how futile it is to struggle? Have you resided to our fate to be cleansed by fi-" before she could finish Trixie headbutted, her driving her horn into the mares right eye.

She let out a bloodcurdling scream as she dropped the knife and Trixie, gripping her eye. "YOU BITCH I"LL KILL YOU!" Trixie rolled onto her back using her hind legs, she kicked with all her might at the mares gut knocking her to the floor where she rolled gripping her eye spouting colorful metaphors at Trixie.

Instantly the stallion conjured his sword and charged Trixie. "Get away from her!" he yelled as he charged Trixie. Standing on his hind legs he took large steps side to side as he pressed forward leaving him legs wide open. Seeing this Trixie gripped the knife with her magic and charged at the stallion. He sent his arm across his chest and put all his force into a mighty swing cutting through the stone walls like a knife through warm butter. He never made contact with his quarry. Trixie slid right under him between his legs as he swung his blade. When she slid under him, she used the knife and with three swift thrusts stabbed the poor stallion in his shaft twice and completely split his right testicle. As sh finished she dispelled her candlelight's and darkness fell over the three ponies. Knowing this Trixie cast a night vision spell to help her see.

He cried out in pain trying to drive his blade into Trixie missing her completely. Sliding past his she spun around kicking him onto the floor next to his sister. She looked at Ruby with shock as he fell gripping his crotch with both hooves as a pool of blood covered the area around him. Damn bitch! He'll bleed out if I don't help him! she thought standing between Trixie and Ruby. She tried to stand listening she could hear her brother sobbing behind her, but she couldn't hear Trixie.

Trixie threw the knife at the mares head with lethal intent but was deflected by a magic blast. Seriously! Why does it always happen to Trixie!? she thought looking up at the source of the magic blast. It was a third unicorn mare, similar to the two she was fighting, but stood a full pony taller than Trixie. She easily rivaled Princess Celestia in size.

"Who are you ? You dare challenge Trixie!?" she yelled pointing at the mare.

The mare looked down to the two other unicorns glaring at them. "You two get off your butts now!" she screamed.

The stallion was the first to respond. He limped to his blind sister, taking her by the arm guiding her down the alley. Once there the third mare opened a portal and the two injured siblings walked through. Trixie ran up to the third mare. "No you don't! Get back here and fight you cowards!" she shook an angry hoof at them. The large unicorn mare halted just by the portal, but never went through. Instead she dispelled the portal and turned to face Trixie.

"You have made a powerful enemy this night Trixie Lulamoon." she tapped her hooves on the ground twice, causing her body to erupt in flames. The flames slowly crawled up her body until she was completely covered in it. When the flames subsided she was gone, no scorched stone or anything, she was simply gone. Trixie ran to where she was and began looking around trying to find the elusive mare. "You did well Trixie. My brother and sister are not to be taken lightly, yet you made easy work of them. Impressive." her voice cackled through the streets.

Trixie was now in the streets frantically looking for her on the roofs, in the alleys, behind cover, anywhere she could possibly be. "Come out and face Trixie! You cant hide forever!" she stomped the ground.

"You will do well to remember us little Lulamoon. You've made a powerful enemy of the Kindle Trinity! Everywhere you go, we will follow and burn it to the ground. The friends you make, will burn to ash. The one you come to love will burn down with their passion! Everywhere you go we will follow, and a trail of ash, smoke, and fire will trail behind you until the madness of isolation takes hold... Then... only then will we come to you, and you will die." with each word the mare started to yell louder eventually laughing maniacally as she call out to Trixie. "We will cleanse your filth from this world! You soul will burn in Tarturus for eternity and when you're gone your family will suffer the same fate as you do!"

As her voice echoed through the streets Trixie looked down dejectedly."You wait, Trixie is the most powerful equine in all of Equestria Kindled Trinity! You may have the vantage now but you will rue the day you challenged, The Great and Powerful TRIXIE!"

"SHUT UP I HAVE WORK IN THE MORNING!" a stallion yelled from his window.

"Sorry sir!" Trixie called back slinking into the alley. She took the wagon and placed it at the end of the alley, tired from the fight she took her sleeping bag and placed it over where Link was burned to nothing. It was dark in the alley, but even without the candlelight spells her eyes now adjusted to see in it. The moon shined brightly over Manehatten and all the ponies were fast asleep under the watchful eye of The Moon. All but one. Trixie was restless. She began sobbing shorty after settling in and after a minute she had no tears left and drifted off to sleep.

Good bye Link.

Family Bonding Time

Author's Notes:

Warning male torture and ball cutting ahead! It's terrible but not in the bad situation way, but in the writing way. Anyways just decided to test the waters. Have a 'ball' everyone!

[While Trixie rested that night]

The ponies known as Ruby and Blaze walked down a tiled hallway. The walls were simple white with no feature on them aside from a few portraits of ponies, griffons, zerbas, and changelings. Each portrait was beautifully ornate and the ones being portrayed were all dressed like royalty. Down the hallway was a set of large doors flanked by two griffon guards who saluted the two and opened the doors for them.

Inside a mare was hard at work with papers at a large curved desk as two servant maid ponies tended to the room. They only stopping briefly to greet the two ponies who entered. The two siblings bowed to their older sister who simply ignored them until she finished working on a paper she'd signed. She placed the paper to the side and placed her hooves together on her desk. "Servants leave us." The servants stopped working, bowed politely and left without a word closing the doors behind them.

She stood up and walked over to her younger sister first inspecting a new eye patch she was wearing. Placing a hoof on her cheek she tilted Blaze's head to the side. "I see you recovered well blaze." she then walked over inspecting their brother Ruby. Seeing his genitalia fully intact she stood behind him. "And you too Ruby, you handled yourself well out there." she returned to her desk sitting on the edge in front of the others.

"Thank you Solarflare, you're too kind." he said lowering his head trying no to look at her. She grinned evilly at him walking over to a fire pit off to the side and placed the poker in the flames.

"You know what Ruby?" she asked rhetorically. "You're right." she stated walking over to her closet pulling out a type of stockade. It had two sections. The largest was a single piece of wood with a single hole in it with the latch down. It connected to a lower piece designed like a traditional stockade, this one however left the pony embarrassingly 'exposed'. She locked the wheels in front o the pit leaving enough room for her to maneuver about. The two younger ponies were clearly afraid of what was coming. Suddenly Solarflare called out to her guards. "Guards your master beckons you!" The two griffons stormed the room standing behind Ruby and Blaze.

Solarflare unlocked the stockade and pointed to her sister Blaze. "Restrain her and bring him." she pointed to Ruby.The two complied placing an anti magical ring on her horn as well as one on Ruby. Blaze struggled to break free but the griffon holding her was slightly stronger than her. She watched as the young stallion was strapped down in the stockade his head and fore legs low to the ground leaving his rear hanging fro the larger hole at the other end. "you know, you were lucky today Ruby. You could have bled to death had I not shown up when I did. That Trixie would have gutted you both for your incompetence." She then brought out a table with her magic along with a rolled up cloth.

Placing the table next to the rear of the stockade, she unrolled the cloth onto it revealing a various amount of tools. She levitated a curved scalpel inspecting it closely. "If I wasn't there, do you think Trixie would have shown you mercy after what you did?" she walked around to face Ruby. She looked into his eyes and saw nothing but absolute terror in the young stallions eyes. He shook his head back and forth averting his gaze. "That's what I thought."

"Solarflare what are you going to do to him?" demanded Blaze still restrained by the griffon guards.

"It's simple. He must learn the cost of failure." she walked behind him inspecting his genitalia placing the scalpel over it.

He struggled against his restraints trying to see what she was doing. "Please, bis sis, I'm sorry I failed to destroy that mare but I'll do better next time! I promise!" he cried desperately.

"Solarflare please it was my fault he failed! I neglected his training punish me instead!"

"NO!" Solarflare stomped the ground accidentally cutting the protective skin layer. "You always protect him, coddle him. He's not a colt anymore! If you treated him like the others he would have been just like them! Perfect! But you treat him like a child, now he's suffering for it! Well, if you won't teach him the price of failure, then I will." She then returned to carving out his renewed testicle. After cutting the skin round his testes she popped the right testicle out just before ripping it out of him. His sobbing and pleas carried on through the halls. It hurt him greatly to go through this, but Blaze found it impossible to remain composed as she watched.

Blood dripped on the floor as the testicle fell bouncing once, twice, and on the third it was crushed to oblivion by a heavy hoof stomping it. She then dragged her hoof across the ground leaving a red trail behind. Once satisfied she went for the poker and gave it a few methodical twists before revealing a hot orange tip. Ruby continued to beg and plead for it all to end, Blaze struggled to break free to protect him but was powerless to do so.

Solarflare took to poker, still hot ,and leaned into Ruby's ear so only he could hear. "I'm doing this for your own good." She stood up and spoke loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. "It's time you learned that not everything can be fix Ruby, both you and Blaze must learn this. I do this because I love you both. You'll thank me for this later." And with the precision and skill of a drunken monkey on drugs, she bought the poker down on him soldering his wound closed.

Screams of agony carried through the halls, everyone who heard knew that they were cries for mercy directed to the one pony they all knew would never show it.

Conflict

[Manehatten Present Time: Spitfire's Apartment]

"And that's what happened to Trixie. Afterwards she began to stay at a local hotel while looking for work." she then looked to Spitfire with a sad face. "I spent a lot of time at Pete's Pie Bar drinking after that." Trixie had spent most of the morning telling her story to he point where it was nearly noon. Fleetfoot for her part sat and listened intently to the mare. Like Spitfire, she was trying to see this situation objectively, but all she heard was everywhere this mare went destruction followed. That worried her. To the young pegasus, this mare was a walking death trap, especially since she had a trio of psychopaths after her. And yet Spitfire would still help her. she thought. What was it about this mare that trouble seemed to followed her everywhere she went?

Spitfire was shocked, not only did she make a friend/companion, but he was taken from her so abruptly and viciously, it made her want to cry. That fight must have been terrifying for her alone. Tears filled her eyes threatening to fall, but she fought back that tears wiping them away. She then hugged Trixie. "Wow, Trixie I'm so sorry for this."

"You don't have to be Spitfire." Trixie hugged her back. "Trixie was glad to have him as her companion, even if it was short. Just how Trixie values the time we've spent over the last day."

"Night, Trix, over the last night." Spitfire said jokingly.

"Semantics friend." she replied to the pegasus.

Spitfire laughed then put on a serious face. "Really though, do you think this Kindle Trinity will come for you again? You ran into them before you said."

"Yes, Trixie met the first two at the Flightless Pegasus Inn." Trixie thought about the name for a moment. Why was it called that anyway, only earth ponies worked there, unless Trixie missed something. she thought.

While Trixie contemplated the oddly named Inn, Fleetfoot grabbed hold of Spitfire leaning into her ear so only she could hear. "Well? What do you think? Should we trust her?" Fleetfoot asked. Spitfire got an irritated look, and it was one Fleetfoot knew well.

"I don't know, Fleet, what do you think?" she asked sarcastically. Fleetfoot rolled her eyes raising her voice only slightly to show her frustration.

"It's not that I don't trust her. It's the fact that everywhere she goes it's mayhem and chaos." She looked at the unicorn. "Honestly, her story seems a little far-fetched don't you think? Taming a timberwolf cub? A trio of flame crazy psychos? Sounds like garbage she made up like the Ursa Major she slew. Honestly, I think we should ditch her."

"Fleetfoot, I'm not going to abandon her after I promised her I'd help her. I expected you of all ponies to understand what that." Spitfire looked back at Trixie getting her attention. "So Trixie what are you going to do now?" she asked scooting closer to her, Fleetfoot did the same, scooting closer to Spitfire due to a slight bit of jealousy.

"Well, Trixie was hoping to find work here in the city at one of the local theaters." she looked over to the corner of the room stretching her neck in the process. Fleetfoot promptly made a gag face behind both them. "Trixie hopes that the news of what happened in Ponyville blows over soon though. Trixie's tired of the stares." she cringed at the thought of an angry mob coming after her.

"Well you wouldn't have to worry if you weren't a big fat liar about your magical abilities." Fleetfoot spat.

"Well, I never! You dare accuse Trixie of lying?!"

"Can you defeat an Ursa Major? As far as I can tell, from your own testimony, you can't do such a thing. Yet, you boast and brag how you defeated one and everyone believed you." Fleetfoot pointed an accusatory hoof at Trixie.

Trixie in response stuck her nose up in the air. "Now Trixie won't take blame for embellishing the truth a little, but anypony with half a brain knows you can't defeat and Ursa. It was a story to entertain." she then pointed at Fleetfoot. "How was Trixie to know those two idiot colts would go looking for one for her to vanquish? Who let's their children do that anyway?!"

Fleetfoot crossed her arms looking smug. "Well if you had any talent in magic, instead of making stuff up, you might not have had to prove it." she then stood up and grabbed hold of Spitfire's shoulder leaning on it slightly.

"Trixie doesn't need to prove anything to you!" she stood up and so did Spitfire. Fleetfoot had to catch her footing to not fall over by Spitfires sudden movement.

"Calm down Trixie." Spitfire warned standing between the two ponies. "Let's not do anything rash." she quickly said.

"No, Trixie will put Fleetfoot in her place! Now stand aside!" she tried pushing past Spitfire.

"Hey! Don't treat her like that!" Fleetfoot pushed the unicorn back making her trip over the round couch. Trixie glared at the blue pegasus as did Spitfire. "Aww, did I hurt the Gweat and Powerwess Twixie?" Fleetfoot mocked the unicorn going into her signature pose. By this point Trixie was fuming.

"I you were half the pony Trixie was-" She was interupted by Fleetfoot pressing her hoof against her mouth."What are you saying you're half the pony I am, maybe less so!" she told Trixie.

"FLEETFOOT!" Spitfire stood up to the smaller pegasus towering over her. "That's enough out of you!" Fleetfoot for a moment, just a brief moment, had reconsidered what she said but dispelled the thought standing her ground.

"You think you're more talented than Trixie?"

"WEll, lets count. One I'm a Wonderbolt, and Officer at that." she said counting tapping her hoof once. "Two, I'm a successful stunt pony and showpony. Three, I'm respected by my peers and by ponies across the land even non-ponies. Four, I've fought actual monsters and beat them cause I have an awesome team." she then pointed past Spitfire at the prone Trixie. "So basically, I'm everything you aren't." Trixie looked away from Fleetfoot. Spitfire stomped the ground cracking the floor beneath her hoof. "I said that's enough you two!" she screamed as loud as she could.

"Face it Trixie. You're nothing. nothing but a talentless hack, and if you were to disappear nopony..." Trixie clenched her eyes gripping her chest, tears welling up in her eyes at Fleetfoot's harsh words. "nopony would miss you if you were to disappear right now, nopony would remember you."

Just as Spitfire raised her hoof to slap Fleetfoot for such a terrible statement, there was a knocking at her door. Both her and Fleetfoot looked to see Soarin walking in in a pink sweater with a red heart on it with a coffee mug in the center of it. "Hey I heard screaming from down the hall. Security is on its way, what's going on, Spitz?" he asked seeing the three mares before him.

Spitfire was about to say something, but Trixie used the distraction to lung past her to give Fleetfoot a swift elbow to her face. Fleetfoot gripped her face screaming in pain. She then blindly grabbed Trixie and flew into the hallway door crashing through it using Trixie. Trixie had the wind knocked out of her as the pegasus started assaulting her face with her hoofs. Gasping for breath, Trixie used her arms to defend her face barely keeping the pegasus at bay. Meanwhile Soarin made his way to the two mares. "Hey you two knock that off!" he pried Fleetfoot off Trixie, just as she reared her legs and kicked. Fleetfoot spun around gripping Soarin and used him as a shield, unfortunately he was struck in his stallionhood by both of Trixie's legs. Trixie then stood up and ran down the hall. Fleetfoot dropped the hurt stallion and made chase. "Sorry Soarin!" she called back to him.

Spitfire made her way to the hall just as Soarin was struck. She saw Fleetfoot chasing down Trixie, but stopped to help the stallion. "Soarin! Hey, you OK?" she asked shaking him. He made a soft moan smiling at her, followed by a wink. He's fine. she thought. "OK, just wait here and recover I'll deal with this. Send the security to find us when they get here." she patted him on the chest stepping over him and followed the sounds of destruction to her training room. Entering she was greeted by a destroyed track, her cloud obstacles gone, weights everywhere, scorch marks in the walls, her glass sunroof in pieces, and two bloodied mares fighting among the wreckage.

Trixie had three weights for a bench press-bar in her magical grasp swinging them violently at Fleetfoot. Lucky for Fleetfoot, the years of training helped hone her senses. She dodged the weights like it was nothing with the speed and flexibility befitting a Wonderbolt. "Is that all you got you talentless hack!" she cried to the unicorn enraging her.

"You think Trixie has no talent? You wouldn't know talent if it smacked you in the face!" she yelled back throwing the weights at the flying pegasus. Spitfire stood dumbstruck, all of this seemed so familiar to her. So familiar it scared her to the point she couldn't move. The two ponies were throwing insults at each other while trying to get an edge on each other such as: "Skank!" "Tramp!" "Whorse!" "Over used glory hole!" That last one made no sense, but these weren't two ponies in the right frame of mind.

Fleetfoot spun in a circle with great speed creating a small controlled tornado, which took the weights and lunged them back at Trixie one after the other. "Neither would you bitch!" The weights flew across the room Trixie managed to dodge the first two spinning away from them. She had just enough time to realize she wouldn't dodge the last one, so she put up a shield only to have it shatter as the force of the weight hit it crashing into the side of her face with a loud crunch and snapping noise. Gripping her neck and face Trixie shrieked in pain. Fleetfoot then grabbed a weighed bar for yoga as Trixie regained her footing taking hold of two planks of wood and polymorphed them into curved wooden swords.

Spitfire's mind clicked, as if some horrible realization hit her. She flew towards the two ponies as fast as she could.

The two lunged at each other their weapons in hoof. Fleetfoot made a decisive strike aimed at Trixie's neck intent on crippling her. Trixie intended to get the mares wings to immobilize her so she'd have the advantage. Neither made contact with their target. Instead of Trixie's neck, Fleetfoot struck Spitfire in the side of the face her bar stopped dead in its tracks. Trixie ended up stabbing Spitfire in her arm stopping both wooden blades as a trail of blood dripped down her arm. She didn't even flinch at either strike she simply ignored both as if nothing happened.

Trixie was the first to react, falling back and dropping the swords to her side she looked terrified at the wound on Spitfire's arm. She followed the trail of blood down her arm and to a small puddle of red below. Fleetfoot followed a similar motion, falling on her haunches dropping the bar scared.

Soarin and the security ponies arrived to see Spitfire run between the two armed ponies and get struck by both. A dull thunk followed by a skewering sound of flesh being penetrated halted his advance. The two younger mares fell to the ground shaking looking at the older pegasus. Spitfire immediately turned to Fleetfoot with an angry expression. "Fleetfoot. You. Me. Flight. NOW." she said walking to the window pushing it open it then closed as if it hit something. Spitfire tried two more times to open the window with more force. Fleetfoot watched as the mare got more frustrated with the window and pointed to the now open roof. "Uh, Spitfire shouldn't we-" By now Spitfire had tried to open the window a dozen times and had enough. She took a chair and threw it out the window and spun around in one motion. "MARK YOUNG LADY!" she yelled at Fleetfoot like a mother scolding her child. Fleetfoot flew out the window at speeds that'd make Rainbow Dash envious.

Trixie tried to slink away, but was stopped by a hoof holding her tail in place. She looked to see Spitfire standing on her tail, looking down angrily at her, Trixie smiled awkwardly and waved a hoof at her. Spitfire's expression hardened. It really hurt her face to do that but she simply did not care. "You better be here when I get back, missy. I want to talk to you too." she released the mares tail and flew out the window followed by a terrified Fleetfoot.

Soarin limped over to Trixie after he told the security ponies that he'd take care of her while they filed a report. Trixie explained to them what happened and they said they'd return tomorrow to get a statement from Spitfire. Soarin lead them to the door as Trixie got comfy on the couch rubbing her cheek. Her face was swelling up badly. "Hey you alright there?" Soarin asked her. She looked up at him as he sat next to her checking her face. "Trixie is just fine." she pushed his hoof away.

Soarin chuckled at her as she stuck her nose up in the air. "Come on now, you took quite the blow to the head there, let's take you to the doctor and get you checked up." Trixie sat for a minute contemplating on what to do next. Her thoughts weren't on herself but Spitfire and Fleetfoot. I really lost my cool huh? she thought. "Trixie can't afford to go to a doctor." she said to him.

He smiled taking her by the hoof dragging her along. "Well it's a good thing you know me then! I'll take you to the team physician, she's the best I think you'll like her. Best of all? She's paid by our sponsors so there'll be no cost to you friend!" just then both their stomachs growled. Both ponies blushed at the sounds.

"Well, if you're offering to take Trixie to see your personal physician, she'll buy you lunch. Deal?" Trixie said walking out the door. Soarin got a big toothy grin grabbing hold of his spare key he flew out the door and locked it. "Great I know just the place we can eat afterwards!" he skipped along with Trixie following close by.

Back at the training room, a gust of wind blew as ta window flew opened on its own. An invisible figure worked its way across the glass covered floor with ease careful to not make any noise. If anypony looked hard enough, a vague blur was visible showing that something was there. It worked towards the hall and searched room after room, until it came across a room with a familiar looking suitcase in it. The figure, still invisible, pulled out a bundle and placed it on the bed next to Trixie's suitcase. As the bundle settled it stirred as if something was inside, before it became still. For a moment a glow encompassed the room and a dual outline of a heart with a flame over it was visible before vanishing. Once the light was gone so was the figure, and once more the window in the training room opened and a exploding sound was heard as a smoke trail became visible. The trail lead deep in the city disappearing among the skyscrapers of the iron jungle known as Manehatten.

Author's Notes:

Oh my gosh what's this a new chapter already?! What madness is this? An author getting off his lazy butt and actually writing promptly? O.O

Well, not so much, but I did finish sooner than expected so you all get a treat. Three chapters within two days! Screw candy I got words! So what's going to happen to Fleetfoot and Spitfire?

Will Trixie be alright?

Who was the mysterious stranger and what did he leave behind?

Where does Soarin want to go eat at?

All will be answered in the next chapter! Coming out never! MUWAHAHAHAHA!

What Started it All: Part 1

Author's Notes:

Hey everyone! Sorry I couldn't meet the deadline like I promised. Don't worry I didn't forget you guys so here's the next chapter! Next time I'll endeavor to do better at keeping with my deadline. It took me so long to write this I feel bad that it did take so long , but never fear for my unofficial editor did a fabulous job on helping me with a few issue on the chapter.

Enjoy!

It was just before high noon in Manehatten. Everypony was out and about doing their daily tasks getting ready for the upcoming week. The clothing stores were in full swing. Theaters opened up for their weekend performances. Pette's Pie Bar was full of costumers. Ponies shopping, school supplies, suits pressed and firmed, and a repair crew for the Ivory Tower Apartments.

This afternoon Trixie was in a foul mood as she walked alongside the second most famous Wonderbolt in Equestria. As they walked Trixie rubbed her cheek where the weight made full contact with her. Soarin noticed this and gave a soft chuckle. "What's so funny chuckles?" Trixie asked sarcastically.

Soarin looked a Trixie still walking. "Well I've never seen anypony get the drop on Fleetfoot like that before."

Trixie frowned at this. "Aren't you two friends and on the same team for the Wonderbolts or something?" Trixie asked. Now, Trixie knew the Wonderbolts members and what they were as far as entertainment, but that was the extent of her knowledge of them. That's not including the personal time she had with the members either.

Soarin looked back at her turning a corner. "We are friends, and yes we're on the same team." he simply stated continuing down the street. Trixie felt uncomfortable. Ponies stared at her from every direction. Some even insulted her as she past by them saying things like, 'fraud' or 'untalented unicorn'. The jabs hurt her and made her angry. How had it come to this? Ponies already know of Trixie's exploits in Ponyville. Perhaps getting back on my hooves won't be as easy as Trixie thought. she thought.

Not realizing she'd fallen behind she continued at a slower pace falling into a crowd of ponies. She felt the glares, heard every insult, as ponies walked into her shoving her to the side. She felt claustrophobic. In an endless sea of ponies she felt overwhelmed, as if the weight of everyponies feelings towards her weighed on her shoulders dragging her down.

Soarin noticed Trixie was lagging behind as a single pony walked into her, no more like shoved her to the side causing her to fall onto the floor. A few ponies walked past her not helping her up. He noticed them pointing at her and some were laughing at her. This simply would not stand. He promptly marched over helping Trixie up receiving gasps from nearby ponies. He looked at the ponies around them, and then he walked holding Trixie's hoof. "You OK there?" he asked kindly. Trixie didn't look at him keeping her head down. Soarin wasn't done though. He kept hold of Trixie so she didn't fall behind, but also to make sure nopony messed with her.

Neither spoke until coming to a familiar playground, Trixie looked over realizing it was the same playground she and Spitfire were at the night before. Soarin seemed to notice as he came to a stop releasing her. She walked over to the swing noticing two were swaying slightly back and forth. Sitting on one, she slowly started to swing on it. Soarin got on the one next to her, ironically the same as Spitfire. He sat watching Trixie swing for sometime before deciding to speak. "So, kiddo, what's on your mind?"

Trixie stopped her swing and looked at him with a frustrated look. "What do you think?" she snapped. "Everywhere Trixie goes disaster follows or she messes up everything! What do you think is on my mind?!"

"Whoa easy there I meant nothing of it." he hastily said raising his hooves in defense. "I was just hoping you'd tell me what's wrong. Clearly you don't want to so I'll leave it be." He said continuing to swing.

After w minute Trixie continued to as well. Soarin looked at her stopping again. "Hey, look. I heard a good portion of what happened back home. Please go easy on Fleetfoot. She's had it hard."

Trixie scoffed at the idea of a Wonderbolt having anything hard, except the stallions she walked by maybe the press. "Well, forgive Trixie if she doesn't believe that." she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

Soarin snickered at this. "You'd be surprised? Care to hear my story?" he looked at Trixie hoping she'd hear him out since she didn't know him, maybe she'd listen. For a moment Trixie looked as if she was going to tell him off, but stopped herself. She then got comfy as she could on the swing looking at the ground.

"Fine, Trixie will hear what you have to say." she then quickly pointed at Soarin. "But it won't change Trixie's opinion on Fleetfoot." she add hastily.

"OK, first I'd like to start by saying what I tell you is strictly between us. No telling anypony about it OK?" he asked her in a serious tone.

Trixie looked slightly offended. "Trixie would never tell something with the intention of doing harm. She'll keep it as one of her deepest secrets." she said confidently.

Satisfied with her response Soarin continued. "OK, I believe you. Now, the first thing you need to know is that Fleetfoot holds Spitfire at the highest level of... um..." he struggled to find a good word to describe this. "Sorry, I'm not being very articulate today. Basically she sees Spitfire as a icon, and sets her standards off of Spitfire. It's the highest level of respect kind of thing. Does that make sense?" he asked.

Trixie tilted her head slightly getting the general idea. "Trixie understands, she's a childhood hero of sorts?"

Suddenly Soarin pointed at her tapping his nose. Well Trixie got that one right at home. she thought. "But what does this have to do with how she was treating Trixie?"

"I'll explain that in a minute. So you know all pegasi go to flight school right? Learn the basics to flying, clouds, weather, all that stuff?" Trixie nodded knowing well what flight school was for pegasi. "Good that makes things easier. Back in those days Spitfire was actually an athletic prodigy, that and combined with her masculine figure she was often bullied for being tomboyish, some even called her a dyke. Needless to say she didn't like that."

Trixie had no idea that the great Spitfire was once bullied for what now makes her so great.

"So as time went on, she became more distant and often took her anger out on other ponies. Myself included." he gestured towards himself. "She was the butt of everyone's jokes. Eventually she had enough. It got so bad, that she would often get physical with the other flight students. Bullying them into submission. But one pony stood out to her, a pony who was often bullied more than she was. That pony was Fleetfoot." he pulled out a picture of Spitfire Fleetfoot and himself all huddled together smiling happily. "Once they met they were instant friends and practically became attached to the hip. As close as two friends could be." Trixie levitated the photo to her seeing a younger Spitfire and Fleetfoot. Spitfire wore a leather flight jacket with a fur collar and her signature glasses while Fleetfoot was wearing a turtleneck sweater and a silly looking fedora and Soarin was wearing a collared tie.

"We all met one day and the three of us have been friend since." he stated proudly. Trixie nodded. "It must be nice to have friends you can relate to." she said levitating the picture back to him.

"It really is Trixie. You know, I feel it's one of the best things in the world to have a friend."

"So what happened to make Spitfire and Fleetfoot so, you know?" she asked eager for Soarin to get to the point.

" Alright." he said placing the picture back in his pocket. "It actually was something that started before we all met. There was one pony that could have been considered Spitfires rival. She was a cruel pony, even amount her closest friends. Her name was Vector."

Trixie sat in the swing unmoving waiting to hear more about this mysterious pony Vector.

"You see Trixie, Vector was a bully. She saw Spitfire as competition. So she did everything in her power to break her. Spitfire's parents were powerful figures, still are in fact, and that was a big factor in what happened between the two. I'll get to that later. So one day Vector took her frustration out on Fleetfoot after we all met and had become friends." He looked at a group of foals who made their way to a metal wheel with bars in it and began spinning on it. The cried in joy as they spun faster and faster until they all tumbled out laughing and giggling. He chuckled at the sight so did Trixie.

"So what happened?" she asked him.

"Well, Spitfire was so angry about how Vector treated, Fleet, the two fought and Spitfire broke one of her hind legs."

Trixie gasped holding her hooves to her mouth. "That's awful!"

Soarin looked down not wanting to see Trixie's reaction. "That's actually not the worst of it. You see afterwards, about two months later, was far worse. Vector had to leave school to recover and learn to walk again. It was remarkable how quickly she recovered. Two months is unheard of! But she managed to do it! I'll give Vector one thing, she did know how to impress and persevere. She never let anything slow her down. She never got over the fact Spitfire humiliated her, so when she came back she challenged her to another fight."

"Trixie doesn't understand. If breaking her leg wasn't why she left permanently then what was it?"

"Did I say it was permanent?" Soaring asked thinking back he was sure he didn't, but it didn't change the fact Trixie was right. "Well regardless you're right it wasn't her leg. It was something much worse. It wasn't what she did that caused Vector to leave, but I'll get to that in a minute." He stood up stretching his body before continuing, while Trixie listened intently. "By now you know Spitfire has a short temper, you've seen it. Back then she was far worse. When Vector came back and started to bully only her she really lost it one day."

Trixie listened and began to wonder what Spitfire could have done and why did this relate to Fleetfoot?

"When Vector came back to challenge Spitfire it got ugly. Vector challenged her to a one on one fight with no witnesses. I snuck out of class to watch them after overhearing them in passing. I got to the location just as the fight started. I can't recall many details aside from Vector barely put up a fight, her leg was still bad and she couldn't keep up with Spitfire. She called her names, threatened her, blamed her for breaking her leg, and how ponies made fun of her limp, then she hit Spitfire right where it hurt. She said that if she weren't a decent pony she would have done what Spitfire did to her to me and Fleetfoot. That set her off the deep end." he looked up at the sky. It was sunny with not a cloud in the sky, warm and bright with all the ponies frolicking about. "I remember it was raining heavily that day. I remember seeing Spitfire go into a blind rage knocking Vector to the floor. She stood over her for a while, and at the time I didn't know why. After a minute she took a massive rock and lifted it and began to assault Vector with it."

Trixie held her hooves over her mouth hew eyes were wide from shock. Surely Spitfire would never do such a thing. Spitfire, Captain of the Wonderbolts and one of the most respected ponies alive to date that wasn't one of the Princesses.

"Spitfire crushed her wing with it. At the time I was more afraid she was going to... well you know. I thought she was going to..." He paused thinking of how to say what he was thinking.

"You mean you thought she'd kill her don't you? You thought she was going to kill Vector?" she asked simply looking at him with a saddened expression.

"Yeah, that's what I thought so I didn't waste time to help Vector. I held Spitfire back calling for help. Once help arrived I told the staff what happened, and they took Spitfire away. I stayed to help Vector she even thanked me for saving her life. I have to admit I wasn't expecting her to thank me for it, but she seemed genuine in her statement. I even offered to be her friend."

"What did she say?"

"She said she'd think about it. She said that she'd let me know when I came to visit her at the hospital, but I never got the chance. I heard from Spitfire that she'd left town with her parents afterwards and no one has seen them since."

Trixie was in awe she never thought Spitfire had such a cruel streak in her, but what this had to do with Fleetfoot she still didn't know. That being said, she decided the best policy is blunt honesty. "I see, sorry Soarin but what does this have to do with Fleetfoot's behavior towards Trixie?" she asked impatiently.

"The fact is that despite everything that happened Fleetfoot has this delusion that Spitfire is perfect in every way possible and does everything to protect that image and her. She acts the way she does because she feels threatened by you, and fears you'll hurt or lead Spitfire astray. That fear of losing Spitfire is what drives her to be the way she is."

Trixie tilted her head looking at him. "How do you know that?"

"She told me last night. She came over after you three decided to talk in the morning so she stayed at my place."

Trixie looked at the children playing around the park as they frolicked about in a game of tag. One of the earth pony colts fell and hurt him arm. His big sister, a unicorn mare, came over and rocked him in her arms as she used her magic to bring a first aid kit from her bag and bandaged his arm. "It must be nice." She said watching as the colt hugged his sister and went back to playing after kissing her on the cheek. She smiled as she waved to him as he ran after his friends resuming their game of tag.

"What's nice?" he asked circling around her. He looked over to the mare as she sat down watching the children play.

"To have somepony there to watch you. To push you forward and encourage you to do your best no matter what." Trixie said.

"I know what you mean. Honestly I understand what that's like to feel the way you do, and that's what makes Fleetfoot hate you so much." As he finished he noticed Trixie was glaring at him. "No offense I don't hate you. You seem to be a nice mare and I feel you're just a victim of circumstances." he added quickly waving his hooves in front f him.

Trixie rolled her eyes in response looking back at the children.

"So what you're saying is Spitfire is not only Fleetfoot's role model, but also her inspiration?" she asked.

Soarin rubbed his neck trying to think of a way to answer. "It's complicated for even me to understand I won't lie. Those two are very hard to understand. But basically what you need to know is that Fleetfoot cares for Spitfire and loves her like an older sister. She simply doesn't want to lose her ever. It scares her to think of losing Spitfire more than anything. That's why she tries to protect her from characters with shady or questionable backgrounds, such as yourself. No offense." he said looking at Trixie who seemed offended by the statement.

"Gee, thanks Soarin that makes Trixie feel so much better." she said sarcastically. She then smiled after he began to fidget thinking he'd really offended her with what he said. "Trixie is just kidding about that. She knows you meant no offense." she said smacking him in the shoulder. "Trixie doesn't want to make you feel bad."

He smiled back rubbing his shoulder tenderly. "Don't worry. Fleetfoot will open up to you. It just takes time... and a lot of talking, compromising, and a few headbutts maybe." he paused as Trixie's smile faltered.

"That sounds awful." she stated flatly.

After a moment they shared a laugh and once they'd stopped Trixie went back to watching the children play. "Thank you for talking to me. It makes me feel better knowing you care like Spitfire does."

Trixie and Soarin sat and watched the children play for a while. Since then they'd abandoned their game of tag, now they were playing four square. The young colt was hitting the ball back to his friends when the ball bounced past them and hit the back of a female griffons head. She turned to see the ball and the ponies looked at her. They walked over to her with the colt leading them. "Uh miss?" he asked timidly.

The griffon turned to look at him taking hold of his ball with her yellow talons. "What do you dweebs want?" she asked in a snarky tone.

"Uh, can I please have my ball back Miss? I'm really sorry we hit you in the head." he gathered his courage. "You see we were playing and I hit the ball to hard. I'm really sorry I hit you Miss." he lowered his head still looking at her.

She looked at the ball grinning. "OK, kid you can have your ball back."

The children looked happy that they'd get the ball back smiling happily, but turned to tears when she gripped the ball so hard she popped it and threw it back at the colt hitting him in the face. She then proceeded to laugh as the colt cried at the sight of his ball holding it in his hooves as his friends surrounded him.

One filly stood up to her and kicked her in the leg. "You are a big poopy head you big meanie!" as the young filly continued her assault on the laughing griffon.

The griffon lifted the filly and tossed her aside. "Man what an annoying dweeb you are!" she screeched scaring the other children away to their parents. The colt simply shook in fear as the griffon towered over him still clutching the remains of his ball. He looked up at her with pleading eyes.

"Please Miss, why are you being sniff... so m-mean?" he asked pathetically.

She then looked down at him mockingly. "Aww, what's wrong little boy you gonna cry?" she laughed at him.

By now several ponies had gathered and were watching the sister to the colt ran over and stood over him shoving the female griffon away. "Leave my little bro alone you feather brained jerk!"

Trixie got up along with Soarin and approached the griffon who looked ready to fight the mare. "Stand down griffon or face the might of The Great and Powerful Trixie!" she called out getting the attention of everyone around. Soarin was watching taking note to what the griffon was doing in case she attacked.

Seeing she was out number the griffon decided to cut her loses with this situation and leave."Eh whatever this place was lame anyway." The griffon said before flying away.

Once the griffon was gone Trixie and Soarin ran over to the mare and crying colt. The mare was holding her brother stroking his mare while the filly was trying to calm him down. She was patting him on the back looking up at the mare who was humming to him as her cried into her shoulder. Trixie leaned down looking at the mare and colt.

"Are you two alright? She didn't hurt you did she?" Trixie asked concerned.

"No, he's fine. That horrible griffon should be thrown into a cell for picking on a child!" she yelled tightening her hold over the colt. She then looked at Trixie. "Thank you for helping us miss. I didn't want to fight that beast not with my brother here. I was afraid she was going to hurt him." she said as tears fell from her eyes. She nuzzled the colt. He looked up to her rubbing his nose against hers affectionately.

After they finished their affections the colt looked at Trixie. "Thank you miss for helping my sister." he said leaving the safety of his sister to hug Trixie. Trixie was overwhelmed with joy as she hugged to colt back. After a minute they began to talk and about twenty minutes later it was time for them to depart. The colt went back to his sister and friend and the three walked off heading home presumably.

Trixie watched as they headed off waving to them as they went around a corner. Soarin walked next to her nudging her. "Hey that was great the way you handled that situation there Trixie." he said with a big grin.

She the nudged him back nearly knocking him over.

"Oh, you be quiet!" she ordered, but the truth was she felt really good about herself. Helping others wasn't something she normally did, but it felt nice and the praise from the colt and his sister filled Trixie's heart with satisfaction.

"You know Trixie," Soarin said standing next to her. "You're not as bad as Fleetfoot and others make you out to be. I'm glad Spitfire got to know you and I'm lad to have gotten to know you as well." he said patting her on the back.

This brought Trixie to smile at him. "Thanks. Maybe things aren't so bad after all. Do you think I can really change Fleetfoot's mind about me?" she asked thinking back to her conversation with Soarin. "Trixie feels that no matter what she says that mare will never giver her a chance."

Soarin placed a wing over her shoulder. "If what I saw now was any indicator you'll get through to her. You're not a bad pony like she thinks you are. I've seen enough proof to say so. Just give her time and she'll come around. I promise." he said beginning to walk again.

As they began to walk their stomachs growled. The two ponies blushed. Taking his wing back Soarin took the lead once again heading down a familiar street Trixie knew. "Hey let's go eat." Trixie nodded in agreement, since she hadn't eaten since the morning. "Trixie is hungry let's forget the doctor or whatever and grab a bite. Trixie is starving after saving that mare and colt from a vicious griffon." she said jokingly. Soarin hopped happily taking flight as Trixie followed.

"I know just the place!" he said leading Trixie towards a familiar establishment known as Pette's Pie Bar. Perhaps today is going to be a better day than Trixie thought. she thought as they entered the establishment taking their seats at a booth. Just as they were getting ready to order two ponies stood next to their table startling Trixie and Soarin.

"Do you mind if we join you?" a mare asked sitting next to Soarin.

What Started it All: Part 2

Author's Notes:

Here it is a second chapter for my adoring fans! Was there ever any doubt? Well, let it e said that this is no mere coincidence. I actually wrote this chapter and the previous one together at one point. I choose to separate them after consulting with my editor, thanks by the way , and now I have to more fulfilling chapters. Hope it keeps you all interested while I prepare the next part of the story. Enjoy speculating!

Spitfire was leading Fleetfoot through the skies at a break neck pace. Fleetfoot dared not venture to far from the older mare out of fear of the repercussions. The two made their way over Manehatten for about ten minutes before Spitfire nosedived heading towards the ground. She landed near a small cafe she liked to go to when she was in the mood. And right now, she was in the mood. She walked up to the entrance opening the door for Fleetfoot, who entered followed by her. A mare unicorn greeted them. "Good afternoon and welcome, oh Spitfire how nice to see you again ma'am." she said with a million bit smile. She was a hefty mare with brown fur and a black and grey striped mane and tail. her eyes were emerald green and she had a shooting star cutie mark.

"Glad to see you too Star Stripe. Table for two on the patio please." Spitfire said pointing to a table outside by the street.

"Of course. Please follow me." she escorted the two mares to the patio. Sitting across from each other the waitress known as Star Stripe offered two menus to each of them. "The first menu is our older menu with our famous dishes and drinks. The second is a new selection of dishes we know offer for our more health conscious customers. Can I get you some beverages?" Fleetfoot nodded looking over the menu. "I'll take a small latte please." Fleetfoot said.

"Thank you ma'am. And for you Spitfire? Your usual?" she asked in a knowing tone. Spitfire nodded saying, "You know me so well Star Stripe. Also I just want a croissant with butter and strawberry jelly on the side please." she said leaning back in her chair slightly.

"Of course ma'am. And are you ready by chance miss?" Star Stripe asked Fleetfoot.

"I'll have the same, except with grape jelly please." she responded handing Star Stripe the menus.

"Thank you I'll get you orders in and have them out in just a minute." Star Stripe gave a polite bow before departing.

Fleetfoot watched the mare leave before turning her attention back to Spitfire. She looked fine, but Fleetfoot knew better. There were subtle signs that the older pegasus was frustrated leaning in her chair was one of those ticks she only did when she was in a bad mood. As the two sat in silence, their orders came and both prepared their croissants. Before long them had finished eating them and started to sip their drinks before Fleetfoot couldn't bare the silence any longer.

"Look Spitfire, I um..." she twisted the cup in her hooves nervously before continuing. "I'm sorry about this morning. And about last night."

Spitfire looked at her with a straight face, no emotion just a plain face. "I'm not the one you should be apologizing to." she said sipping her latte. "Granted, Trixie owes you one as well, but you should have been the bigger pony and let it go." she placed the cup down harder than she expected to creating a loud clank on the table. "I expected you of all ponies to know insulting another isn't the answer, and neither is violence." she added sternly.

She paused to catch her breath before continuing. "You were bullied and insulted all though flight school. I was too. I understand what it's like to be bullied remember?" Fleetfoot nodded in response. "Fleet, do you know why I'm saying this?" Fleetfoot shook her head looking straight into Spitfire's eyes. "I'm telling you this so you don't make the same mistakes I've made." she sighed rubbing her eyes. "There's a reason I sat between the two of you this entire time. I knew Trixie would get to you and vice versa. You two are so much alike it's ironic that you two don't like each other." suddenly Fleetfoot looked very offended.

"I'm nothing like her." she snapped back at Spitfire. "I'm not arrogant like she is. I'm not a liar either, I don't go around causing trouble for others and I don't boast about things I can't do."

Spitfire simply listened to the young mare before responding. "No you're not. But what difference does that make?" Fleetfoot tilted her head slightly with a unsure expression. This frustrated her greatly trying to explain something she couldn't articulate. Spitfire thought for a moment before an idea struck her. "Flaws Fleetfoot."

"Excuse me?"

"Flaws. We all have them. You do. Soarin does. Trixie does. I do too." she said leaning on the table with her elbows.

Fleetfoot scoffed waving a hoof. "Phh, please you flaw? Ha!" she said with a laugh.

Spitfire looked at the mare like she'd just grown a horn and claimed to be the new princess of Equestria. I think I see the problem now. She thought looking at Fleetfoot who took another sip of her latte. "No, Fleet, I am flawed. I always have been." she waited for her to finish sipping her latte before she continued, because she wanted her full attention for this part. "Do you remember Vector?" she asked.

Fleetfoot frowned at the thought of that mare. "Of course I do. She made flight school miserable for everyone." Everyone, now there was a word she didn't use often. It was common knowledge that ponies often say everypony in reference to only talking about ponies. In flight school, it was common for griffons and pegasi to fly together, so they referred to everybody because it wasn't exclusive to ponies. For Fleetfoot, it was a way to show her distaste for Vector. "Why do you ask?"

"Do you remember when I broke her leg for trying to take my lunch money?" she asked knowing the answer already.

"Yes I remember. What's that got to do with this?"

"Fleet, it has everything to do with this" she snapped at her. "I hurt a pony for what? A few bits? Was my lunch really worth her therapy so she could walk again? Not to mention she had a limp, that probably will be with her the rest of her life? Do you know how much I ruined her just from that one action alone?" What she heard wasn't what she expected to hear from Fleetfoot of all ponies.

"Maybe she deserved it. As retribution for all the misery she caused others." Fleetfoot said coldly.

Spitfire was shocked to hear that, not because of what was said but from who said it. It was still wrong to say such a thing, but the fact Fleetfoot said it shook her to the core. "No Fleetfoot, she didn't. I never told you what happened after that did I?" she asked remembering a few details she never told anyone.

"What do you mean Spitfire? What happened after? She left that's what happened. Most of us assumed you scared her off."

"Actually Fleetfoot, there's more to it then just breaking her leg. You're right I am the reason why she left." Spitfire looked sadly at her latte taking a sip from it. "I took her dreams and completely destroyed them. Do you remember my parents?"

Fleetfoot thought back to Spitfire's parents. "Yeah your mom was a noble of the Canterlot Courts, and your father a a Pegasi Guard Commander of Celestia's Personal Guard."

Fleetfoot looked at Spitfire wondering where this story was heading. True nopony knew why Vector left after the second fight, but Fleetfoot thought that one fight had ended it all. In short, this was all new to her.

Spitfire looked at her and spoke in a serious tone. "One day after she returned, Vector challenged me again and I had no reservations on fighting a crippled pony then. We fought one on one, if you could even call it a fight. To prove I was a good sport, we fought in solitude. She tried so hard to beat me it was kind of sad to watch. She insulted me, called me names, my family, but then she insulted you and Soarin. She said that if she wasn't a decent pony she'd have done the same to you and Soarin as I did to her." Spitfire leaned back into her seat again. "I had thought she'd learned not to mess with me so I decided to do the unthinkable to get her to leave me and my friends alone once and for all." Spitfire paused building up suspense that forced Fleetfoot ta ask the obvious question.

"What did you do?" she asked in anticipation.

Spitfire's face darken as she slowly said six simple words. "I took her ability to fly." she leaned in her seat closer to Fleetfoot. "I'm not talking like I plucked her wings or anything silly like that, which I did do also, but I made her to where she could never truly fly again. When she said those things about you and Soarin I wanted her to suffer, so I did." She leaned closer to the younger pegasus causing her to lean away from her. "After exhausting her I beat her. I beat her senseless. And you know what else? I enjoyed. every. moment of. it." she said in a scary calm voice.

Fleetfoot gulped watching Spitfire as she slowly stood up overshadowing her.

"I wanted her to hurt and beg. I got that, then I wanted her to suffer. So I slowly plucked her left wing feather, by feather, by feather. She begged and plead for mercy. I gave her none but I wasn't finished I took a rock and crushed her wing over and over assuring she'd never fly again." Spitfire's voice was cold and she wore an almost sadistic grin emphasizing her point.

By now Fleetfoot was shaking in her seat. As Spitfire settled back into her seat waiting for Fleetfoot to respond, she knew she would all she needed to do was wait. If this doesn't help her to see then nothing will. She thought watching the young pegasus conflicting with herself.

"Why? Why Spitfire? Why are you telling me this?" she said as a tear fell from her eye. Her eyes were glossy and red and she held the most angry expression Spitfire had ever seen on the mare. "only monster do things like that to other ponies not you!" she said pointing her hoof at Spitfire. Spitfire's response was simple. "So the same as Trixie? Do you think she's a monster for the Ursa Minor attack on Ponyville? The timberwolves at the Flightless Pegasus? Fleetfoot I'm not perfect. And if you judge me based on what I've done and compare it to what Trixie has done, I mean what she's really done not caused, then am I that much better or worse than she is?"

Fleetfoot knew the truth to this. She wasn't blind, but it hurt to admit that Spitfire of all ponies could be so cruel as to take a pegasis flight away and enjoy it.

Spitfire sat back down in her seat gesturing to the waitress for a refill. No words were said as she walked over with black coffee filling up Spitfire's cup. Spitfire looked up to Star Stripe. "You know me so well Star Stripe. Thanks." she said to the pony waitress. Star Stripe nodded looking over to Fleetfoot lifting to pot. "Do you require a refill to miss Fleetfoot?" she asked sweetly.

"Oh, no thanks Star Stripe I'm good." she waved her off. Nodding Star Stripe went off to assist other patrons. Fleetfoot watched as the mare walked off following her eyeing her rear as it swayed back and forth. Damn she was cute in her apron. she thought.

Spitfire was grinning at the young pegasus chuckling. Fleetfoot realized she'd been caught eyeing the mare and immediately looked up to the older pegasus but the damage was done and Fleetfoot felt her cheeks heat up from embarrassment. "Did you like what you saw?" she asked with a cheeky grin.

"Oh, be quiet Spitfire!" the younger pegasus crossed her arms sticking her nose up.

Spitfire was chuckling trying hard not to laugh at the poor mare. "OK I'm sorry, but you're so cute when you check out other ponies, Fleet, you're so obvious about it."

"Yeah yeah so what?" Fleetfoot said crossly.

"You should talk to her."

"No!" Fleetfoot hissed. "What if she says no?"

Spitfire rolled her eyes. "Then you'll have an answer and that's the end of it. Trust me you'll thank me for this later." She then placed her wallet on the table waving Star Stripe over. "Yes Spitfire?" she asked the Wonderbolt. Spitfire looked up at her placing a few bits on the table. "We're heading out now Star Stripe and I think Fleet wants to ask you something." she then went to pay leaving the two ponies alone.

It took over three seconds for Fleetfoot's brain to register what had just happened. "Spitfire you suck!" Fleetfoot cried out to her waving angrily at her. Spitfire responded by placing a hoof under her eye lid pulling it sown and sticking her tongue out at Fleetfoot.

Star Stripe looked nervous as she waited for Fleetfoot to finish what she was doing. Once finished the young pegasus looked at the unicorn. "So uh, yeah Star Stripe..." she said awkwardly. "Yes Fleetfoot?"

Fleetfoot was shaking wondering what she'd say. I thought I'd have more time. Arrgh fine I'm just gonna gun it! she thought. "Star Stripe." she said with great conviction.

"Yes?"

"Would you like to go out with me on a date this week?" Fleetfoot asked without stuttering a word.

Star Stripe looked like she was in shock, but for what reason Fleetfoot couldn't figure. "Sure when's a good time for you?" she asked suddenly. Fleetfoot stood like a deer in headlights waiting to hear something different from what she heard. Feeling that Fleetfoot didn't understand Star Stripe waved a hoof to get her attention. "I've actually been waiting for you to ask me out for months. I can see you eyeing my flank when I walk by." This caused her to blush. "And I found it... enticing." Star Stripe said in a sultry tone.

"How does tomorrow after your shift ends sound? Dinner and a movie my treat." Fleetfoot said quickly.

The unicorn walked next to Fleetfoot, making sure nopony was watching, she leaned into next to Fleetfoot's ear. "Sounds wonderful." The sound of her voice, the heat from her breath, and the calm chill that followed caused her wings to twitch uncontrollably. Star Stripe seemed to notice. She grinned at Fleetfoot making her even more nervous. "Better keep that under control or ponies will notice, Fleet. So what time can I expect you?"

"I'll be here at Seven right as your shift ends. I'll make the arrangements, you just get ready to enjoy yourself for a fun night." She said nervous.

"I look forward to it. Here's something to hold onto while you plan." She then kissed Fleetfoot on the cheek. "I'll expect you to return that after we're done. If you'll excuse me i need to get back to work. I'll see you tomorrow then, Fleet." she said swaying her tail as she walked away. Fleetfoot tried to look away but couldn't. After a moment she walked out of the cafe to see Spitfire with the dumbest look on her face.

"You suck." Fleetfoot said bitterly.

"Pssh. As if. You're like a helpless love struck colt asking his first date out and I know this isn't your first rodeo." Spitfire waved her hoof nonchalantly.

Fleetfoot held on to her sour expression.

"I'm serious, Fleet, you are always like this." she wrapped her wing around the young mare speaking softly. "You'll do just fine. Be on time though. Seriously that's the most important thing you need to do. I know you'll do fine on everything else, just be on time. You'll rock her world, Fleet."

Fleetfoot's expression softened slightly. "OK mom, I'll be on time." she said sarcastically. "Look Spitfire about Trixie." Spitfire looked at her listening. "I'll give Trixie a chance. Before you say anything, I still don't like her." Well there's a thought. Spitfire thought annoyed. "But I will give her a chance to prove herself. Prove that she's not what the stories and rumors make her out to be."

As she finished speaking, Spitfire hugged the young mare. "It brings warmth to my heart hearing you say that, Fleet." she stroked her mane. "Don't ever change." she said kissing Fleetfoot on the forehead. Fleetfoot was happy in this moment, as they embraced the bond between them strengthened and neither wanted this sisterly moment to end. Eventurally they had to, and when they did Fleetfoot looked out into the city saying, "You know we never got to have our annual team pie meeting." she said.

Picking up on what she was getting at Spitfire nodded. "I agree, let's go get some pie then. With any luck Soarin dragged Trixie there and you can apologize to her."

"Yeah Soarin would- wait what?!" she whined. "Why do I have to apologized she started it!"

SPitfire rolled her eyes waving her hoof like a mother scolding a child. "Now you listen here, you started it, she provoked you, and both of you will apologize OK?"

Fleetfoot crossed her arms with a humph. "Fine, but she needs to apologize first." she then stood up walking down the street. Spitfire rolled her eyes looking at the sky. I'm being punished for my ambitions aren't I? she thought following Fleetfoot.

After a few minutes of walking they arrived at Pette's Pie Bar and sure enough there was Soarin and Trixie already here. What really caught their attention was two other that were with them. A young grey filly sat next to Trixie with a white mane in a braid wearing blue glasses and a pearl necklace. The other they both recognized was the famous cellist named Octavia who was speaking to Soarin and Trixie while the filly commented occasionally.

Spitfire and Fleetfoot looked at each other. "Well, this should be interesting to hear." Spitfire commented and Fleetfoot simply nodded in agreement.