Ever wonder what it would be like to have a one-foot long tongue that is ten times more dexterous than a pianist's fingers? You would think that having such a long appendage in your mouth would be such a hassle. You would constantly bite it over and over again, at the most random of times. Surprisingly enough that isn't the case. I can flex my new pussy destroyer in ways that would make heads roll in wonder what I could really do.

Spitfire doesn't like it, though. She begged the Moon Princess to get rid of it in fear of what I would do. Not that I blame her. When I learned that I have an affinity to wind and lightning pegasi magic. I realized that I could vibrate the tip of my tongue like a high powered vibrator. 'I wonder what else I could do with it?' I thought evilly.

The Moon Princess told after our conversation to just 'live and let live.' Most would not bother me unless I draw attention to myself. She told me to keep up with the 'child protégé act.' And life would fly on by without much trouble. I had fun licking stuff with my new tongue. Spitfire didn't like the fact that I can wrap my entire tongue around a book or steal her cherries from her Sundays. Feather Flight, however, was absolutely amazed that I can make shadow puppets with it. Aside from disturbing Spitfire by making a cat to the 'Harlem Shake.' I kept to my daily routine for the rest of the day; work out, eat, read, shower, screw around and sleep.

The next day I knew what was going to happen. Feather packed me a small suitcase with some things while Spitfire got ready for her tour. Downstairs in the main foyer was Soarin and FleetFoot in uniform, waiting patiently for their orange hardass. The only reason that I saw them was because Feather had to lead me down the hall to the east end where she and I would go to flight camp for the summer.

Thankfully, they didn't see us as we walked to a balcony getting ready to fly to the train station. I heard Spitfire say something to them before showing up, to say goodbye.

"So squirt. I guess I won't be seeing you for again for a while huh?" she said nervously. "So... have any questions before you go?"

"Not really. I just want to know why flight camp isn't in Cloudsdale?"

"Oh, well. Flight camp gets moved around the country every year to give all fillies and colts your age a chance to go. This year, flight camp is being held in Canterlot. So I want you to show those snobs who is the best flier in all of Equestria!" she cheered.

Huh, well that makes sense. I bet it would be hard for families to afford the education if it was only in one location. Since this flight camp requires a certain skill to be qualified for entry. I wonder how many paid to be accepted. Then again. I have speed, not so much finesse. So for me getting accepted just on that is somewhat comparable. For now, until I find a snob I don't like, I will be tolerable. 'I wonder how many know where babies come from?' I chuckled at the thought. Spitfire didn't like that.

"You aren't going to cause trouble now?" Spits frowned.

"Not yet," I said sticking my long tongue out cutely.

"Um, Miss Spitfire. We should really get going. We don't want to be late for the train," Feather looked warily.

"Oh, sorry. I guess this is goodbye for now squirt," Spits smiled before grabbing me into a death hug. I hesitantly gave her one back before I waved goodbye and flew out the house with Feather to the station below the cloud city.

Captain Storm Caller of the Thestral Lunar guard sat in an open field below Canterlot proper. To the north side of the field was where a grouping of small wooden barracks where this year, young fillies and colts would come to learn how to fly like professionals. To the east was where they would eat. The west the showers and the south where they would be arriving.

The strong stallion that sat watching the field being filled up by snobby foals who think they deserve ownership of the world brought a smile to his face. He would break them with the routine he has built. He would enjoy their meaningless cries and pleas for their parents to save them from the real world.

Though, aside from the majority of the crowd being like this, there was the few that didn't fall in line like he expected them to. There was; a griffin, a thestral, a pegasus wearing a worn out Stenson and an another filly with a grin that screamed, 'Troublemaker.'

Those got in line with all the rest with their noticeable lower class attire and luggage. The others looked at them like they were the plague of Prance. Most of them didn't care about the looks that they were getting other than the thestral who was shying away and the filly whose demonic grin grew bigger.

Storm made a note to keep an eye out for the filly grinning like a madmare. She was definitely going to cause trouble wherever she goes. He wonders how long it would take before...

"What's a peasant like you doing here?" pointed a silver filly with a dark grey mane to the white family with her two-tone blue mane. "This place is for talent not for poor fools like yourself. Your family should be ashamed that you have to degrade yourself against real fliers. Just go home you loser blank flank!"

Just as Storm Caller was about to dispute the situation. The filly with the grin turned towards her attacker with a raised brow, stifling back a chuckle.

"Awe~ That's so cute. How many stallions rutted your mom to make you? I bet she even bent over for a dragon because you are too ugly to have a stallion for a dad. I bet she adopted you for how ugly you are. Go away, no one wants to smell your dragons breath. It reeks of dirty old pussy."

'That's... That filly has one rancid mouth,' Storm thought. The grey filly burst into tears claiming that her parents would have the white filly expelled by days end. The white filly, however, just laughed in response.

Storm Caller shook his head and proceeded to the two to break them up. The grey filly who was crying rushed up to him begging him to expel the white filly from the camp. The white filly trotted over when Storm gestured closer. The white filly gave him a cheeky smile while the sniffling grey filly was going on and on about how the white filly should be removed from the premises.

The big thestral stallion motioned me over to him and the bawling princess whining his ears off. It's only been thirty minutes since I left the station and said my goodbyes to Feather Flight that I was already in trouble. There was no doubt that he heard what I said to the crying filly. Not that I cared, bitch got to learn her place.

I stood in front of the two with a big smile on my face. The thestral raise a brow while the filly pawing at his hooves was glaring at me with a smug look on her face. I stuck my elongated tongue out at her, which caught the eye of another thestral who joined us. The new member was a mare with; green eyes, a foggy green mane and a light green coat. Her cutie mark was a green phoenix blazing over a shield.

"What's going on here?" the new mare asked.

"This mare is bullying me!" the crybaby pointed at me. The new mare glared at me while the stallion didn't do anything. He, instead, just watched.

"Is this true?"

"Well... I'm not going to take shit from a pompous little bitch that thinks she rules the world and deserves to have every fucking little thing given to her on a silver platter, and I don't intend to hold back on anyone who thinks they are better than me. So, just be glad that I didn't kick her teeth in...yet," I smiled.

"Would your parents be proud of you rancid little mouth?" she spat.

"Yep. I, Winter Rose, daughter of Spitfire. Knows that she would be proud that I am standing up for myself," I bowed. "In fact, just before I left. She told me to show the snobs of Canterlot who the best flier of Equestria is and I plan on delivering."