Prologue

Two beings sat in front of each other; one was an Alicorn made entirely of stars. Her eyes were like supernovae glowing brighter than the birth of creation itself. Her regal body, feminine in structure, told two stories. One, I can drop a planet on you at will. Two, these hips belonged to my husband, and he plows them like a field of battle every day, and I'm not afraid to show you how powerful they are.

The other being, the athletically slender mare, sat in front of the Alicorn as if she was being tried for all the crimes she committed in her life, but such was not the case. Her posture was calm, her head held high with a soft smile creasing her lips. Both were sitting on a field of stars on top of an unknown Galaxy somewhere in the universe.

The Alicorn was taken aback from such calm behavior. Normally, whoever deserved the right to be judged by her personally was a trembling mess of ethereal nerves, but the mare in front of her? No such fear. In fact, she was quite happy that the mare standing before her found comfort in her presence, which made the moment all the sweeter.

"Do you know why you are here?" the Alicorn asked in a surprisingly normal, motherly voice. There was no immense power, no weird audio, just your average, albeit, somewhat heavenly female voice.

"I'm guessing to say how bad I was before being sent down?" the mare replied honestly.

"Well, you definitely were bad, but not in the usual sense of the word. A lot of lust, not so much malice. Frankly, you are pretty tame all things considering," the Alicorn chuckled.

"Oh, God. I was hoping for Succubus status. Now you are telling me that I will be a shit Demon of Lust? My life in Hell is ruined!" the mare whined jokingly.

The Alicorn couldn't help but smile at the antics as it was a rare occurrence that one of the judged would try to lighten the mood in order for a better punishment, but it was not the case. Not this time anyway.

"I'm pretty sure the Succubi of Tartarus would love to have you in their ranks, but that is not the case today," the Alicorn replied.

"It's not?" the mare pouted. The Alicorn shook her head.

"No, and the best part is where you will be going. Would you like to know where you will spend a large portion of your new life?"

"Uh, huh?" the mare nodded.

"Well," she began. "Since your old body was incinerated via magical fire, your resonance with that world was also vaporized. Therefore, if I were to send you back, even through reincarnation, the world will reject you, In other words, you will die right as you were born."

"However, I can send you to a world similar to your own, where you can, without fear this time, have the life you deserve, but once you die there. No more do-overs. Do I make myself clear?"

The mare didn't know what to think. The Alicorn of sexy punishment was giving her a second chance to have everything she always wanted; a family, a lover, friends, her own private BDSM dungeon. Never would she had thought she would be given the chance, but here it was. Just for her, but what's the catch?

"I know that look," the Alicorn smiled knowingly. "The catch is simple. All you have to do is support the mare of the Night in her time of need."

"Like, work for her as a Guard or something?" the mare asked quizzically, not liking where this was going.

"More or less. The time will come when she needs ponies like you to rally at her side."

"But do I get my cuddle dungeon?" the mare inquired. The Alicorn rolled her eyes.

"Of course."

"Then can I go now?"

"Awe, and miss a good time with me?" the Alicorn teased.

"As much as I want to know what those thighs can do. I don't want to die in the afterlife from snoo-snoo." The Alicorn laughed as her horn glowed a soft white.

"Then off you go, and please. Enjoy this life. You have done more than enough to earn this chance."

Author's Notes:

Hello! It is me! Solstice.

I'm not very good with Openings, but this be a Sequal to me other Story, A Winter's Rose. Would you need to know it to enjoy this one? Maybe, not really. It would help you understand some things, but other than that, it is not necessary.

Also, constructive critiquing, please. I don't delete comments all that much, but those that do have a special place in hell for bs shit posting. So if you are going to shit post then be clever. bs shit posting not allowed cause it ruins stories for everyone. Clever shit posting is funny. Everyone likes funny.

Chapter 1. Race Day

"Speed. I am Speed," I breathed out slowly, eyes closed and mind focused on my heart. The cheering of the crowd in the Cloudsdale Cloud Track was distant as if they were merely a whisper, but they were there. "Three winners, nine losers," I breathed in, flexing my wings outward to get a feel for the air.

"Don't focus on the others, just yourself," I breathed out once more and opened my eyes. Lights flashed from hundreds of cameras, the lights from the stadium didn't help the sudden visual assault as well, but I adjusted quickly.

"Fillies and Gentlecolts!" screamed the announcer as I took my position on in the innermost lane with the biggest pain in my ass since Flight Camp to my immediate right. He was a large stallion, wealthy, had power, a father was the coach of the Wonderbolts. Flash Sentry was a hotshot and two years my senior and already in the Royal Guard under Sergent Shining Armor.

The light orange Pegasus stallion with a short electric blue blown-back mane shot me a dirty look. He wore a skin-tight latex flight suit to give him an edge in this race, while I didn't need one. They were too restrictive in my opinion. To his right in the third lane was a Griffon named Gilda. She was interesting, to say the least. I little rough around the edges, but she knew how to cook a mean steak. I threw her a cheeky smile, she threw one back as everyone else got into position.

"Today the best fliers in Equestria will test their Speed!" I rolled my shoulders and tensed my legs for a good kick off of the ground.

"Their Agility!" Flash did the same but showed off his muscles to all the gushing mares in the crowd cheering his name.

"Their Endurance!" In the corner of my eye, I saw Gilda dig her claws into the cloud flooring for even more initial thrust, a common trick amongst Griffons.

"But today! We have something special!" I rolled my eyes, already knowing what was coming. It was the main reason Flash hates my guts. "The youngest of the group, standing at a tiny three-foot-eleven. Ready to pounce in position 1, the inner-most lane. Hawkfire!" The ground cheering erupted a few extra decibels louder.

'Wait for it,' I groaned internally.

"Never before in the History of Equestria Racing has a rookie that came from an Earth Pony town in the middle nowhere climbed to the top of the Junior season with such a perfect record!"

'Being raised by Spitfire would do that,' I sighed to myself. 'I know her Junior Year she had the same record, and I was there to watch, even though I was just a pup at the time.'

"But can she beat her predecessor's record on this track!? The Captain of the Wonderbolts who is sitting with her team in the V.I.P booth?"

'Hi, Mom! Don't mind me. I'm just going to shatter your record today,' I smirked deviously.

"Or will she crash and burn in a blaze of glory? Like the second placeholder who stands to her right?!"

'Sucks to be you, Flash. Always number two.'

"Let's find out in this years, Equestria's Junior Lightning Cup!"

"BOOM! SNAP! CLICK! BOOM!" Went the crowd and their cameras in tandem to the pyrotechnics lining the track. The cheering was deafening as you would think of a race track, minus the five-hundred-plus horse-powered machines on wheels.

"Ready chickens, cause you are going to eat my dust," Gilda boasted with an intimidating flap of her wings as a pony with a checkered flag got into his little tower against the stadium wall.

"Ha! The only ones eating dust is the freak to my left and you, Chicken Strips," Flash mocked back. I rolled my eyes and dug my hooves into the cloud layer as deep as I could go.

'Ten Bits says flash with tweak Gilda's wing and blind me on the last lap?'

'You are on.'

"Racers! Get into your final positions!" the announcer boomed once more before the dome of the stadium began to close, and the artificial lighting came on to bathe the track in a whitish amber glow. Looking around the track one last time, I realized that the track wasn't going to be your typical circle. Instead, there was huge climbs, sharp turns, steep dives and as well as a line of rings to fly through.

'Interesting,' I thought as I knew Flash can't climb or dive for shit while Gilda had difficulty with sharp turns due to her large wing span. Thankfully, I was golden on the Endurance part, I just had to pace myself accordingly and sharp turns, climbing, and diving were my specialties.

"On your marks!" the flag pony lifted the black and white flag, causing everyone to tense up in anticipation.

"Get set!" the crowd lost complete control, cheering Flash Sentry while booing me. Such nice ponies, but they didn't matter. Nothing mattered. The only thing that remotely came close was the feeling of the air flowing through every fiber of every feather. The intimate bond of Pegasus and the Misteress of the Sky was all that mattered. Her sensual touch of the wings, her loving kiss of the rain. Her tender warmth of the snow, and her ferocious punishment from her storms. That's all that mattered.

"Go!"

Like bolts of lightning, the racers shot out from their starting points with blinding speed, forcing the excited crowd into a wild frenzy. The camera's clicked, bets were made and some even booed at some of the racers to slow them down. The leaders of the group stayed neck and neck down the first stretch until the first corner came into reach.

Spitfire, Soarin, Fleetfoot and the other Wonderbolts watched in astonishment as Gilda and Flash were heavily overtaken by Hawkfire at the first corner by turning nine-degrees to her left without slowing down like the others and banked into the corner of the cloud pylons without crashing and without losing speed.

This caused alarm to flare in the beating hearts of her two competitors as they struggled to catch up from their sudden leave-behind, but the next obstacle was even more sharp turns in the shape of a relay.

"Did you see that bank?! Where did she learn that?!" Soaring cheered the loudest of the group. His enthusiasm matching that of the more quiet Captain of the Wonderbolts.

"You said she was good, but not that good!" Fleetfoot exclaimed. Spitfire only chuckled as she knew the mare in question on a more personal level, and her twin, Fleetfoot knew it, but always forgets about it. Reaching for her drink, Spitfire watched with growing anticipation.

"I said she has talent if she didn't sleep all day. Now shush, the others are coming to the relay," Spitfire chuckled. Like she said, with Hawkfire in the lead with Flash and Gilda slowly catching up, the colored pylons of the relay came into reach.

With a smirk, Hawkfire rolled left and right, using her weight to weave in between each pylon without losing speed, while the others tried her banking maneuver which only slowed them down. To her, going in a straight line while rolling in between each pillar was faster, and the others were learning that as well. Though, she was glad that they had the respect to at least try what she was doing, except for Flash. She hates Flash.

"Well, I know that trick. At least, Hawky listens during her lessons, eh?" Fleetfoot smirked as the mare in question exited the pylons and into the rings.

Spitfire smiled a genuine smile as she watched her daughter weaved through each ring with the grace of a Goddess. The young mare was a pain in her flank at times, mostly because she loved to annoy her. It was one of the ways that she showed ponies that she cared. When Hawkfire wasn't being a pain, she was quiet, respectable, and hard working.

She would find her daughter on most days at her job when she wasn't practicing on becoming a Guard when she became of age. The little coffee shop that she worked at was a wonderful place to wind down and enjoy a good book. Plus, she found her uniform absolutely adorable! When she wasn't there, however, she was at her flight lessons with Spitfire.

At first, when Hawk was just a baby, she simply adored the flight lessons, always begging for more. As she got older, that joy slowly turned to boredom. Spitfire didn't blame her, a lot of what the Wonderbolts did involved a plenty amount of math. Knowing the vectors, angles of decent, angles of attack, and so on was just as important as preening. 'At least she gets perfect math scores, Equish on the other hoof...She tries, but like cooking. It was never meant to be.'

Spitfire missed those days, of her little girl hugging her head affectionately as they walked from their home in Ponyville to Sugarcube Corner for some ice cream. Hawk was so innocent back then, now, though? Now she had more scantily clad mares on her walls than "actual" wall. 'Thank Celestia that she was into mares. I don't think stallions would survive that long with her.' Peeling herself back to reality, Spitfire watched the rest of the race with unblinking eyes and a permanent smile on her face.

"Hawkfire's lead is beyond what anypony could predict!" the announcer shouted through his megaphone, earning a venomous hiss from Flash Sentry who was leagues behind the mare and coming to the third lap. He wasn't happy that he was losing to that freak of nature, Her fucked-up, discolored eyes was a blight on pony society. His hatred of them grew each time he saw the pair on the center podium after each race he lost!

"It would be a miracle for the others to catch up with only three laps left!"

Second place wasn't an option for Flash, especially now since he was in the Guard! If he didn't win, he will always be known as "Number Two" on his squad. The poop jokes will never end, and no mare will ever like him. Even now when mares ask around at bar's, they all laugh because he was "Number Two," and proceed to hook-up with some land pony.

'Today, that ends Rose!'

"What is this?! Flash and Gilda are pushing hard on the straightaway for the Azure Comet herself! What a turnaround?!"

"Hey, twerp, where do 'ya think you're going?!" Gilda shouted with a cheeky smirk from his right, but Flash didn't care. All he wanted was Rose out of the race, and he knew just how, but first. Gilda was in his way.

"Out of my way, Seed pecker!" Flash spat, pushing extra hard on his wings into an Aileron roll too close to Gilda. She gasped and tried to pull away from the venomous stallion, but she wasn't fast enough.

The tip of his wing slammed hard against hers, causing it to have a mini-spasm. She winced in pain, the slap forced her into a long glide to prevent cramping. The blow itself wasn't all that strong, but the impact was enough to keep her from flying at her fastest. Cursing at the stupid stallion, she tried to keep up. 'Stuck at third again. At least Rose is cool enough to hang out with me at the grill. Fucking Cum Twat, Flash Sentry.'

The one think Flash had in droves against Hawkfire was speed and size. Having a lightning affinity also helped. He cleared the distance from Gilda and was now riding the azure flame trail of Hawkfire, while his own, straight, Tron-like trail trailed behind him.

He smirked as Rose looked back in shock to see that he was right on her tail. The snow white mare with a wolfishly wild, two-toned azure mane and tail with red paintbrush splashes throughout her hair had nothing on him in the looks department, and from where he flew, he had a good view of her cutie mark. It was a beveled shield with a red outline. An azure rose in full bloom in the center of the shield with two long swords—With green, stem-like cross-guards, handles, and pommels—Crossed behind it. To finish it all, there were two olive branches flanking the shield from base to tip like a pair of outstretched wings that were crossed at the stems at the bottom.

In cutie mark glass, the olive branches was a royal symbol of the Pegasi, along with wings, and certain weather patterns, but the branches themselves were most important, and it infuriated him. The freak of nature shouldn't have such a rare cutie mark! How could she be a part of the Hurricane Line! She lives in a land pony town in the middle of nowhere!

The quick to anger stallion, now right beside her again as they crossed the finish line for their second last lap, chewed on a little capsule in his mouth. The taste of magical powder that would temporarily blind someone for a few minutes was bile. The judges wouldn't be able to disqualify him due to the nature of the mixture and how no traces of it could be found once the effect was over. It was perfect, and just what he needed to take Rose out of the picture, maybe even making her look like the biggest flop in Equestrian Avionics History.

With his plan in motion, he pushed passed Rose and prepared his mixture before she could overtake him at the first turn. He looked back with a smug look at the unamused mare shooting back a bored expression, knowing exactly what Flash was about to do. Then he spat, forcing Hawkfire to stop in pain as he bounded around the corner with all the other racers zooming by the mare desperately trying to clean her eyes out of the gunk, but to no avail.

"Oh no! Hawkfire seems to have something in her eyes!" the announcer gasped.

"Did you see that snake! He blinded her!" Soarin growled as his wings twitched and flared in anger. Fleetfoot also shared that anger as her little niece was falling behind the other racers, and she knew that if Hawky didn't get back in, then she will finish in Last Place. "I'm going to kill that kid when this is over."

"Spits, can't you do something?" Fleetfoot asked.

"Don't need too, look," Spitfire pointed to the track. Thinking that the paramedics were on the scene to help her little niece out, what she saw confused her, but that confusion quickly turned to shock.

"Hawkfire is back in the race! But wait?! WHAT'S THIS! She is flying with her eyes closed! I don't know if she is showing off, or just that amazing of a flier!"

"How?!" Fleetfoot gasped at the sight.

Spitfire smiled. She knew that her little girl didn't use her eyes to fly, to begin with. She said that a true Pegasus flew with their wings and not their eyes. That their sensitivity to the air was enough to soar in the sky without ever needing to look where they were going. The air currents should be enough to guide them where they needed to go.

"That's an Air Affinity for you," Spitfire beamed with pride as her little girl danced around the backline and through the obstacles as if they were her dance partners. She reveled in the shock of the crowd, as her little girl reached fifth, before shooting up into the air to climb the final section of the track.

"Like Snowdrop, the Blind filly from way back when that invented the Snowflakes?" Soarin whistled.

"The one and only. Now shut up and cheer on our filly."

Heart pounding like it's about to explode, lungs on fire. My eyes burned with whatever Flash spat in my face, preventing me from seeing anything. The roar of the crowd was deafening. The strain on my wings was crushing, yet I pushed on.

The air around me told me where to go, guiding my every movement like a passionate lover. Her hooves traced my curves lovingly. Her lips timidly nipped my wings lustfully. If I wasn't racing, I would have let out a few moans of pleasure for how good it was to fly like this.

Even as I climbed past fourth place with Gilda going into a dive, I felt so alive! I would never tell my Mom how amazing it was to fly with only using the sensitivity of your wings, she was a grown mare. She didn't need her daughter telling her how to fly, but fantasizing had to wait, ass kicking began now.

"Hawkfire is back in the top three?! Can she take the lead after such a setback?!" the announcer bellowed in the distance, his cries riling the crowd almost to the point of riot status.

I smiled as I came to the top. I twisted my body in the air with my back facing down like I was doing High-jump. The whole world went quiet for a moment like everything was in slow motion. Weightlessness overtook my senses as every mare, and stallion saw all my curves being emphasized by my arch, then with a powerful flap of my wings, I shot downwards like a bullet.

The crowd went wild again.

'Now, time to show that cunt who is the real fastest flier IS in Equestria.' Slowing my breath, I pushed harder and harder in my rapid decent. I made myself as straight as could be with my hooves tipped like an arrow in front of me.

"What are those sparks coming off of her wings?! And...And is that a cone forming?!" the announcer gasped in shock once more. Pushing harder, I could feel a wall forming in front of me as well as a shocked Gilda altering her course to avoid me. 'Just a little more.'

"No way! She is about to pull off the impossible!"

Slowly my senses left me one by one. First was the screams of the crowd. Next was my sense of taste, for some reason. Third my internal compass, and fourth my eyes. 'Almost there,' I wheezed. The wall in front was starting to give way, I could feel it, but I was running out of falling distance. I pushed, one last time, and felt the wall explode.

"BOOM!"

"SHE DID IT! UNBELIEVABLE!"

"What?!" Flash howled in both anger and shock as an azure comet blasted passed Gilda at the dive and now was heading straight for him faster than any Pegasus was capable of!

He flapped his wings as hard as he could, hoping to cross the finish line before Rose passed him. It was just in reach, he could taste it. The crowd was cheering him on! He will finally get to meet the Wonderbolts and even, if he was lucky, get asked to join them! He could imagine it: Flash Sentry, Wonderbolt, Playpony, the best of the best. Standing tall on every cover of all the best magazines. Mares will flock to him to bask in his presence!

No more, "Flash Toilet!"

No more, "Number Two!"

No more, "Rose!"

He was going to BE NUMBER ONE!

"Just a few more meters!" he hissed through clenched teeth. The checkered flag was in the air, cameras were flashing, waiting for his victory. He could see the trophy and him holding it, he could see the...Ground coming too fast. "Wut?"

"Thunk!" "Flop!" "Pomf!"

"Winner by a miracle Ladies and Gentlecolts!" screamed the announcer as the racers passed the finish line, all of them panting from their hard work and determination. Gilda joined the recovering Hawkfire near the podium who was chugging down as much water as she could muster. The Wonderbolts flew down from their booth to award the winners, while a group of paramedics flew down to the dazed Flash Sentry.

"Are you alright, Sir?" one of the paramedics asked as he began standard procedure on the half-conscious stallion. Flash blinked for a moment, trying to understand the situation that he was in. He remembered that he was at the finish line, but what happened after he crossed it?

His reply was as followed, "Did I win?"

"No son. You choked so hard that I think you might be remembered as the stallion who literally ate dust," the paramedic replied. "At least you tried, right? You put on a good show. 'Sucks you got Last Place. That was some nice flying by the way, but to be honest? That Hawkfire was something else. If it wasn't for her Sonic Rainboom and that insane show she put on, she would have gotten Second Place. First is nice and all, but I don't think she cares about winning all that much."

Flash Sentry's eye twitched in disbelief as he was carted away to the Nurses office for a check-up, and the last thing he saw as he left the stadium was Winter Ruby Hawkfire Rose, holding his trophy, hugging his Wonderbolts. DRINKING HIS CHAMPAGNE! Surrounded by HIS MARES!

'This isn't over Rose! Mark my words! THIS ISN'T OVER!

Author's Notes:

Just re-color Rose's cutie mark a bit (Its the cover art for AWR) and re-draw the handles of the swords and there you go!

Also, I love you all and I hope that you enjoy this story

Chapter 2. The Morning After

Laughter, music, strobing lights, these were the hallmarks of a vibrant Nightclub. Heavy Base moved bodies in a fast paced rhythm. Drinks of various colors, shapes, and sizes lubricated more than just the pony that consumed them. Food of all kinds reached the stomachs of those that wanted to take a break from rubbing bodies on the dancefloor. Intricate songs erupting from the DJ's Soundbooth brought colorful emotion to the many interlopers of the Nightclub.

It was early in the night, just a few hours after the rewards ceremony and I, along with the other Racers decided that we should all spend one last night together in comradery rather than rivalry. Since Flash Sentry was in the hospital for a concussion, we didn't have to worry about getting kicked out for his "High and Mighty" attitude.

After I shipped my first place trophy aptly titled at the base, Junior Lightning Champion, back home, along with other belongings. I exited my hotel room wearing my favorite leather jacket and some black mascara. Walking into a large hall with white walls lined with dark brown doors, I saw Gilda waiting impatiently for me on the clean, red carpet.

"Jeez, we are just going to drink, not get laid," Gilda greeted. I rolled my eyes, pointing to her violet eye makeup that she was wearing proudly.

"Look who's talking," I greeted back. "Though if you wanted to show me that you want "this," all you have to do is ask," I winked. Gilda, who I knew was easy to make blush, took a step back with pink cheeks, and twitching wings.

"L-Like hell I would. You are half a head shorter than the average mare! You are too tiny for even for me," Gilda stammered. "Not that I have a thing for Hens or anything."

"Riiiight," I purred with a cheeky smirk gracing my lips. I took a few steps toward the Griffon, giving her a hungry look. Gilda, because of her size, backed into the wall. Licking my lips ever so slowly. I traced my hoof down her ruffled chest oh so slowly. "I'm sure that this big, strong, Griffoness, wouldn't like to devour this little Pegasus?"

Gilda turned every shade of red as her wings became fully erect. Her body quickly became rigid to my sensual touch. She struggled to find words, the only sounds to come out from her beak was garbled gibberish. Happy with my little victory, the other Racers that were joining us, slowly came out of their rooms, dressed and ready to party. Taking a step back, I slapped Gilda's chest with my tail and trotted off, leaving behind the stunned Griffon for a few short minutes.

"Hey! Get back here, Cunt!"

Or not.

"So this is the place?" asked Maze Runner as we walked up to a large building roughly the size of a small warehouse.

The brick building was square in structure and painted a dark blue. Various lights beamed from underneath a decorative ledge lining the wall in a wide variety of inviting colors. In front of the building was a set of black double doors. Standing next to the doors and holding back a sizeable line from entering the Nightclub were two, large, muscular stallions wearing matching suits.

Looking to my right, the dark brown Pegasus stallion with a straight, steel mane and a stubby tail that asked the question looked rather uncomfortable at the intimidating sight. It didn't help that a disgruntled mare at the front of the line was picked up, and thrown into a nearby trash bin for getting rowdy. I gave him my signature smile in response.

"Sure is. Let's go!" I cheered, leading the pack of quiet Racers and Gilda, who wasn't too pleased with my comments earlier, towards the buff stallions.

"Doesn't look like we'll get in with that line," Aurora Tempest, another one of our fellow Racers, commented dryly. Pretending that I didn't hear that, I trotted up to the stallions with my winning smile, and let's not forget about the death glares freely given from the ones stuck in line, and began to assert my authorata!

"Can you two Gentledrakes let us into this fine establishment for this evening?"

"The lobby is full, and unless you and your friends have a reservation or V.I.P Ticket, you are not getting in," the stallion standing to my right.

"Told you," the lame-pants Aurora quipped. Rolling my eyes, I reached into my jacket and pulled out a shiny, silver piece of paper, and handed it to the stallion on the right.

"What's this?" the stallion asked, looking over the paper with scrutiny.

"Just a gift from my Aunt Fleetfoot. She recommended me this club," I replied. Frowning, the stallion on the right whispered into the ear of his partner over my sweet sixteen birthday present. The magically enchanted piece of paper given to me by Fleetfoot was a Lifetime Membership to every club associated with the Wonderbolts. Even though I wasn't one myself, having family in the group sure had some benefits. The best part of the membership was that I could have a group of fifteen accompany me. 'Thank you, Aunt Footy. May you one day hold down a stallion longer than three months.'

Elsewhere....

"You alright, Fleetfoot? You aren't angry with me, are you?" asked a soft-spoken stallion enjoying a romantic dinner at the Le Grande Del Rosa restaurant in Canterlot.

"No, I'm not mad at you, Valiant, but there is this one filly that's going to die tomorrow."

"What did she do?" Valiant sighed at the easy to anger Pegasus mare.

"Talk shit about my love life."

"Well..." Fleetfoot directed her glare at Valiant, silencing what was about to come out of his muzzle. "...Never mind."

Elsewhere....

"Everything checks out. Have a pleasant evening, Miss Rose and company," the stallion on the right said, handing me back my document. I gave him a thankful nod and motioned the slackjawed group to enter the club, much to the outrage of the ponies waiting in line.

"What was that magic you pulled off?!" gawked Razorwing in awe. "I was sure we were going to get turned away!"

"It's called the magic of best Aunt," I replied triumphantly. The mare continued to gawk as everyone else went their separate ways for the night. Trotting along to the bar for a drink, I couldn't help but enjoy the lively atmosphere.

The purple walls, red carpet, loud music reminiscent of orgasmic Dubstep; the hundreds of bodies writhing and raving around and even against each other in a fast-paced orgy of the flesh brought an old flame deep within my heart back to life. Walking around the cornucopia of ponies rubbing against each other, I found the bar at the far end of the dance floor underneath the second-floor balcony.

Taking one of the empty velvet stools in front of the obsidian countertop, I gazed over the large selection of spirits and hard liquor on display shelves against the wall behind the counter. The beer taps themselves were quite literally within arms reach as they were attached to the countertop for ease of access.

As for the bartender? She was a cute Pegasus with a sleek amber coat with a dark purple and red mane and tail. Her mane was tied in an adorable ponytail while her own tail was straight with a slight curl at the tip, and she wore a little black bowtie around her neck.

"What can I get you sweetheart?" the bartender winked my way while cleaning a glass with a white rag. Now that she was facing me, I saw that her bowtie had the name, Black Sunshine, on a pin attached to the tie. Let's not forgot the wonderful view of her alluring, golden eyes that seemed to glow in the neon lights. Feeling a little adventurous, I wanted to start the best night of my life with a bang!

"How about Amber Delicious's favorite pick?" I winked back. The bartender couldn't help but giggle before reaching for a bottle of Whiskey with one hoof while her wings grabbed a few other things from behind the counter.

"Really? Amber Delicious? Do I look like an apple farmer?" Black questioned while mixing what looked like a Canadian favorite; Whiskey, Maple syrup, a little bit of sugar, and ice.

"I'm just teasing, Sunny. Besides, you are making one my personal favorites. Are you, perchance, a mind reader?"

"Hmm," Black hummed, placing my drink in front of me. I grabbed in my hooves, swishing the viscous concoction in my hooves with mute glee before bringing it up to my lips for a quick sip. And praise Lunas Futa Dick was it good!

"Depends on the mare. Some are easy to read, while others...Not so much."

Feeling a little bold, I traced the tip of my hooves thoughtfully. "I agree, so, when do you get off work?"

Black smile. "A few hours, though I must ask. Are you off age?"

"I'm just shorter than normal, but yes, I am, And, I know what you like. If you are interested," I purred.

"Hmm, then don't get too drunk Hawkfire, and we'll see," she purred back before tending to another customer. Looking at the clock above the bar, I saw that I had time to dance for a little bit with Gilda and have a few more drinks. Looking down at the drink I was currently holding, I figured I could have a few more. Besides, the night was young, and you only live once...erm...Thrice!

Warmth, a soft bed, the arm of a lover greeted me with a heavenly aroma of Maple Syrup, clean bedsheets, and last nights shame. The feeling of a fluffy body spooning mine, as well as an arm and a wing holding me close, wasn't a wake-up call that I would have expected. Then again, I vaguely remember bringing home a mare from the Club home with me, but who? Deciding that sleeping in this morning wasn't going to be an option, I hesitantly opened my eyes.

Through blurry eyes, I saw the familiar shapes of my room back in Ponyville. The worn, beige end table that held a lamp and my alarm clock were just within reach, as well as a set of strange, square glasses resting next to a cup of water next to my bed. I could see my dark-brown dresser slightly opened where I kept my toys directly in front of me. Looking down to where the hoof and wing was, I was glad that I saw the amber appendages gripping me tightly like a teddy bear. Smiling, I rolled over to meet the mare I've taken home and found her staring back at me with soft laden, eyes, still bathed in last nights afterglow.

"Morning, Love," I smiled back. "Wasn't last night wonderful?"

"Hmm, I'll say. Shame I can't stay. My worthless coltfriend should be coming out of the hospital today," Black paused to yawn. "You could teach him a thing or two."

"Yeah, I bet. Shame this was only a one-time thing. I wouldn't have minded a few more rounds."

"A few more rounds of what, Rose?" growled a new voice, causing both Black and me to bolt up and face the door to face the wrath of a fiery orange Pegasus mare, glaring pure death at us both.

"T-This isn't what it looks like!" Black blurted. "I swear I didn't know she had a marefriend!" Groaning in annoyance for the sudden incursion, I plopped my head down on my pillow, wanting the unfolding nightmare to never start.

"I'm not her marefriend. I'm her, Mother."

Author's Notes:

Welp, now it's time to start the story! Updates will be a little sporadic, but they will be somewhat consistent!

Now I just need cover art...also if you see a mistake, fist me hard so that I may fix it!

Chapter 3. Home Sweet Home

"Beep!" "Beep!" "Beep!" went Satan next to my head. The little indestructible Demon screamed its head off in an effort to wake me from my slumber. Reaching over with a tired hoof, I grabbed the noise machine and threw it out my opened window, earning wonderful silence for a few more—

"Get your lazy ass up, Rose! You have work today!" screamed the second Demon in the house.

—Never mind.

Like all good mornings, life didn't like them. It was like the world wanted me to hate them, to loath them. No matter how many times I've tried to sleep in on a day that wasn't a Saturday, there was something, someone, had to ruin it, and that someone today was the cunt muffin named Spitfire.

Groaning in anguish like a zombie awoken from the dead, I got out of bed with a yawn. Walking out of my room and into a cozy carpeted hall with hundreds of pictures, plaques, certificates, and ribbons—All belonging to both me and mom—I made my way into the bathroom.

As I began my business of grooming the wild mess that was my bedhead, the smell of cooking bacon and coffee rose me from death. The heavenly aroma of bacon would have made most ponies vomit at the smell, but not me, nor Spitfire.

It was interesting to learn when I was older that there was more than one type of Pegasus in this version of Equestria, three in total. Thestral, Imperial, and just plain Pegasus. The Thestrals were perfect omnivores with the only difference of bat-like wings, fluffy ears, and orgasmically long tongues. Imperials were also omnivores, but they kept their feathered and much larger wings. Imperials also inherited their Thestral cousin's tongue and ears, but they were smaller than the average pony.

Pegasi had it okay in the food department. They weren't complete omnivores and were limited to a small selection of fish. They still needed the protein and energy to be healthy for flying, but it was extremely limited. As for their looks? Their wings were small and relied more on their innate weather magic to fly, unlike Thestrals and Imperials. They didn't get the Legendary Thestral Tongue and their ears weren't as fluffy. To be honest, Pegasi were average as far as Equines go.

The day that I learned that I was an Imperial was the happiest day in my life, but it would be a few years before the length of my tongue showed its wonderful splendor. Oh, and Spitfire was one as well, even if she was on the tall side. 'Fucking Giants. Always picking on me because I'm half a head shorter than the average mare. HA! Joke's on them, mares like a cute little Vixen to cuddle with. Them long-legs in Canterlot can fuck a cactus.'

"What's taking so long?!" shouted Spitfire from downstairs, the older mare sounded a little more annoyed than a few minutes ago.

"You know how long it takes to preen my twins!" I shouted back in minor annoyance.

"It takes you ten minutes per wing when you aren't doing practice!"

'Damn it.'

"I heard that!"

'What?! How?! I thought that!'

"I'm a mind reader, now get gud scrub! Your shift starts in an hour!"

'Bullshit.'

"That's a Bit in the swear jar!"

"WE DON'T EVEN HAVE ONE!"

"THEN WE SHOULD START ONE! AND WITH THAT MOUTH OF YOURS! WE CAN BUY ANOTHER HOUSE WITHIN A YEAR!"

The familiar eye twitch made its presence known as I finished most of my morning routine as my mind struggled to figure out how Mom knew what I was thinking, but the more I thought about it. The more my head began to hurt. So, instead of thinking of my mind-raping mother, I focused on the blissful feeling of my six-inch tongue slithering through my ruffled feathers.

"Morning, Kiddo," mused the fiery orange mare without her signature, blown-back mane without looking away from preparing breakfast.

'Strange, she only combs her mane straight and slutty when she has a week off but doesn't she have a show in Las Pegasus tomorrow? What gives?' I wondered as I made my way to the square, mahogany table capable of seating more visitors than we usually get, and sat down in a spot already housing a plate of heaven with my name on it.

"Morning, Mom," I replied before digging into the best cooking in the world!

Without saying another word, Mom walked from the kitchen through the open archway on the far side of the dining room with her food perched on her back. Since I was in food mode, I didn't see her sit down in her usual spot at the other end of the table. Where she did sit was also strange for her since she never sits next to me. She always sat in front to maintain eye contact, plus, from over my shoulder, I could see that she was giving me "The Look."

'Ya know? The kind of look that a concerned mother would give you when she catches you playing with your pussy for the first time, or finding your stash of porn. Not that she cares all much about my porn games, videos, or pictures on my Magically Linked Personal Computation Machine—MLPCM for short—Or my porn magazines, Hentai posters from Neighpon, and sex toys...And body pillow of a white pony Succubus with long, flowing, crimson red mane and tail, silver eyes, demonic wings, and very submissive from High School O&O, also from Neighpon. Which I hide from all the mares I bring home for a little while. I don't want to scare them away for being a total Weeb.

'I still can't get over the fact that this Equestria has the Internet, Video games, Anime, and T.V in color. It's both weird and amazing.'

"Rose, we need to talk," Mom said sternly.

'Fucking called it!'

Turning my attention from my breakfast to the mare beside me, I saw that was staring into her coffee steaming in a white mug with the inscription; "When this mug is empty. You may speak without dying a long, painful, death." The other side had #1 Mom for the "Lulz." Gulping down my bacon, I gave her my full attention for whatever she want's to talk about.

"Talk about what?" I asked through a morning yawn.

"Well, for starters, can you explain the rules about bringing a pony home?"

"That I'm not allowed to bring anyone without your consent because ya'll be the Captain of the Wonderbolts, and don't want shit stolen?" I replied, not fully understanding the problem. She knows that Octavia, Vinyl, Cloudchaser, Razorwing, and Fluttershy come over every other day to game out on my Gemstation 4, play Ogres and Obelisks, watch a movie or nerd out about the latest Ponime to enter Equestria from Neighpon. They were some of the few ponies that were allowed to "be" around Spitfire when she wasn't working according to all the Restraining Orders she filed over the years. It's common knowledge at this point that our house is off-limits.

As well as our street during the holidays.

Sure we get the odd parent that wanted flying lessons for their foal. We do have rules for that as well. The only problem was that the parents had to be living in town, and I had to teach them because of Wonderbolt reasons. Some got mad when they learned that I was the one doing the teaching, but when they learned which bitch I belonged too. They became somewhat docile.

It's how I met Fluttershy when she moved into Ponyville a few years ago. Her parents tried to be all tough and macho, but they were so soft and gentle about it, Spitfire almost broke. Almost. Once they learned that a filly just a year older than their daughter was going to teach her, they practically thanked Spitfire for giving Fluttershy a friend as well.

Plus, the sounds she makes when we preen each other's wings during her lessons is extremely sexy. It sucks that she was only into Stallions. But I guess cuddling while watching the latest movie to come out from Applewood is alright.

I just hope I didn't fuck with her future as the Element of Kindness with her major confidence boost over our years. Or Pinkies with her more "controlled" hyperactive one. Or Rarities with her new love of Blacksmithing. Or Applejacks with her bar.

Still, I haven't seen Rainbow Dash move in yet, so there is still hope for us all.

"Well, that's one way of putting it," Spitfire hummed thoughtfully. "But what about ponies that are more than just friends?"

'What does she mean—Oh, ponies that I fuck. Is this about my one-night-stand with that demon in the sheets a few days ago that she walked in on?' I thought profoundly.

'Probably,' my libido replied. Taking a sip of coffee from my mug labeled "Mommy's Little Whore," and wincing from the still boiling water. I wondered why she would be concerned about my love life.

She knew I was gay, that much was certain. I made sure to drill it into her thick skull over the years. She knew that Black wasn't the first mare that I brought home with lustful intentions, that honor went to a cute filly named, Trixie Lulamoon when she came into town as an upstart performer two years ago. She comes back twice a year to perform an impressive display of magic for all the fillies and colts, even giving some of them beginner-level magic books to learn from, and each time she shows up. We share a drink, have a laugh, and wake up sweaty, musky, and sore. It's a shame we are only fuck-buddies, but hey? What can you do?

"That as long as I use protection and that the mare doesn't break my heart, yadda, yadda," I replied nonchalantly.

"Rose, I love you, I do," Spitfire sighed. "But you can't do this anymore."

"Can't do what?" I asked, slightly confused. I figured that she would want to talk about Black, but was I wrong in that assumption? Maybe.

"This!" she motioned towards me with her free hoof. "You know what society thinks of filly-foolers and Stallion-stuffers! They are treated like crap! It is hard for them to get a job in some places while others fire them on the spot! This phase has too—!"

"Mom," I cut her off with a stern glare into those two, sullen eyes. The kind of eyes that screamed, "I don't want to say this, but I have to cause I love you." Placing my mug down, I turned my entire body to face the disheveled mare in full.

"I'm not going through a phase, you of all ponies should know that after my first heat. Do you remember that day? I didn't bother to take meds and walked into town smelling like a slut that wanted to fuck everyone in the middle of town square." She winced at my sudden use of harsh words, and my mentioning of that day.

"Do you remember that every stallion I walked passed said I smelled fine, but all the mares noticed me?"

"Rose—"

"As much as I want to say all the words that will make you happy, I can't. My body, heart, and soul say, "Mares Only," and I'm not changing."

"That's not—!"

"I don't care," I finished with a sigh, and turned way to stare blankly into my coffee with a tight grip around the mug. "I really don't care if some asshat says I can't do this or that because my interests are feminine in origins. I don't care if I get picked on either. All I care about is the one that I will share my heart with and that's final."

Hearing another sigh, I took a sip of coffee in a short wait for my mother's reply. The warm liquid was comforting, but it needs a little bit more sugar. Reaching for the plate of sugar cubes, Mom spoke again.

"I'm...I'm just worried, sweetheart. You are a kind, smart, caring, and strong mare for your age. You look out for your friends, give flying lessons every Sunday to the foals at the school, and you are a ferocious fighter. You are seventeen going on eighteen in a few months and soon you will leave the house to go to Fort Hurricane Military Academy to begin your career as a Guard."

"However, until you do, I still have to worry about my little girl," she whispered lovingly as she pulled me into a tight embrace. Letting out a sigh of my own, I hugged her back while still in my chair. Once the warmth was over, she sat back down with a weak smile on her face. "Part of my worry comes from your reputation of being my daughter."

"Because of all my trophies, ribbons, and the recent victory at the Junior Lightning Cup?" I added quietly.

She nodded.

"Most of your ribbons and trophies aren't all that noticeable. The only exceptions are your number ones from your four years in the Sky Cup, but the Lighting? You are three more years away from flying in the Phoenix Cup with your old lady. Do you understand what I'm getting at?"

I nodded back.

"Yeah, me being openly gay will cause shit with the professional setting, and possibly ruin your reputation, but you know how good of a fighter I am? The odds are strong in my favor for being posted in the Frontier Forts of Equestria; fighting Diamond Dogs, Dragons, Bandits, Slavers, the Cat people and so on."

"What makes you think that Professional Racing is my fall-back plan?" I asked back.

"Well, cause your job at the Bounding Bunny Cafe definitely isn't," she chuckled. "I still want a picture of you in that adorable bunny outfit. Speaking of work, you should get going."

"Nothing else?" I questioned as I stood up from my seat to get ready for work. She shook her head as I chugged down the rest of my coffee and stretched her wings with a yawn.

"No, Rose, but please be careful. I just want you to be happy."

Author's Notes:

So, some exposition, a bit of fluff, and bewbs.

Chapter 4. Welcome to Ponyville

Celestia's sun shone through painted glass of the slowing train coming pulling into the station. The warm rays stirred the sleeping cyan mare awake from her little nap. She let out a long, tired yawn as the train pulled into the station. It wasn't the first time she slept in the slow vehicle when traveling from Cloudsdale to wherever she had to go, but it was her first time coming to Ponyville.

All those other trips were to see the Wonderbolts in action! From their races in Canterlot to their Airshows in Manehatten, she was there. She always saved enough money to make it to each event from her job as a Weather Pony in Cloudsdale. Even though this type of lifestyle prevented her from living in luxury or cheaply, the extensive studying of her idols in action in the grand spotlight was going to pay off all her debt in the end, and with her promotion to Weather Manager for Ponyville. It's just a matter of time before she could become a Wonderbolt herself.

Steeling herself from her dreams for a moment, she stood up and stretched properly. 'Alright Rainbow Dash! Ponyville is your new home. The Cloudhouse Dad bought will arrive in a few days, so we'll be staying with Fluttershy until then,' she reminded herself. 'Huh, I haven't seen her in years. I hope she doesn't mind me mooching off of her for a bit.'

"Welcome to Ponyville!" exploded the train conductor through the intercom, starting the rainbow-maned Pegasus from her thoughts. She frowned at the little white box above the door before grabbing her bags from underneath the bench in her room.

"Population: one-thousand. Home of the Ponyville Timberwolves Hockey team, and actual Timberwolves! Don't worry, though! Ponyville is located within Canterlot's Township and thus has a prominent Guard presence, however. As a reminder to all visitors from Captain Steelwing: "All ponies are to stay clear from the Everfree Forest unless you want to die. If you want to go foraging for the plentiful herbal plants located within? Then please talk to our Herbalist and local Zebra, Zecora."

"Now, today's weather is forecasted to be..." the conductor continued, but Rainbow Dash didn't care for that since she already knew, however. She found it surprising that the little town in the middle of the country was one-third of the population away from being classified as a city, but that also meant more ponies to see what an amazing flier she was.

As the train made its stop, Rainbow trotted out of her room with her suitcase rolling behind her with a smile on her face and plan in mind. 'First, I'll "wow" these townies with some simple tricks and feats of speed. Then I'll find the fastest Pegasus in town and beat him or her in a race, and once I've firmly planted myself as the Boss of Weather in Ponyville. My dream of becoming a Wonderbolt is that much closer!'

The town of Ponyville was a quiet little place. Ponies from all tribes walked among the thatched roofed homes carrying various things on their person, to visiting each other at one of the many parks within the town. Fillies and Colts ran around playing their games, their parents working at their respective jobs with babysitters trying to keep up with the little balls of energy. Rainbow saw this and more while trotting from the station to her meet-up with Fluttershy at the Bounding Bunny Cafe.

Some of the things she saw shocked her, the most prominent of which were the amount of Griffons living within Ponyville. Within the first few blocks from the station, while passing by carts, stores, and many different types of food stalls, she counted at least one-hundred Griffons talking and flying around.

Her jaw went slack when one Griffon nuzzled an Earth Pony stallion with a little Hippogriff bouncing around her paws. 'Not only more Griffons in one place than Las Pegasus, but ones that mix!?' Rainbow gawked for a moment at the sight since the most Griffons she's seen in one place never left the single-digits.

Shaking herself from the culture shock, another thing was quick to replace the disbelief, and that was in the form of a Pink blur that stopped in front of her, gasped, then ran away faster than her eyes could track. The sheer impossible speed of the pink Earth Pony was almost too much for the rainbow-maned Pegasus, that was until she found where she was supposed to meet her foal-hood friend.

Stationed on the corner of Baker Dr and Bunny Wy, was a large, white, two-story building with a revolving door located at the corner. What was shocking about it was that the architecture was modeled to look like a giant, cutesy bunny with a sign placed on one of the two, protruding ears of the building with the name, Bounding Bunny Cafe, emblazoned on it in text only a filly would write.

'And this is where Fluttershy was waiting for me? In this dump for babies?'

Rainbow gagged at the thought of being seen near the building let alone in it. Her currently non-existent reputation would start out down the drain if anypony of importance saw her enter the girly Cafe, but she had too, her best friend since Flight Camp was waiting for her and she wasn't going to ditch her because of some "Fluffy" cafe.

'Alright Dash, just go in, ask for a place to stay, and get out before her place-holder catches wind of you. Then find the best flier in town and show them who's boss.' Swallowing her pride for the sacrilege of her coolness, she walked through the glass doors and immediately regretted the decision.

Her cyan fur turned several shades of red when a light gray mare with a charcoal-colored mane and tail dressed in a Playpony bunny suit walked up to her with a noticeable bounce in her step. Her blushing face turned even brighter when the mare in question tilted her head in a certain way, showing that her tail was tied up to look like a rabbit's signature cottontail, and making her look even more "cute" than what Rainbow was prepared for.

With her mind on shutdown, Rainbow didn't even realize that the mare in front of her was talking. It took several attempts as well as a smack upside the head with the mares stack of menus to pull Rainbow from her stupor and make her sound like an idiot.

"Wut?" dumbly said with a nervous flutter of her wings. The gray mare in front of her rolled her eyes and spoke again in a posh, high Canterlotian accent that those snobs spoke in the grand capital of Equestria.

"I said while you were staring at my uniform like a virgin stallion, 'Do you have a reservation, or is someone here waiting for you?'"

"I-I-I'm not a virgin! I know foals come from the Great Cloud Carriage from the North!" Rainbow blabbered out, earning herself a few snickers from a few close by ponies, the hostess in front of her included.

"As much as I want to tease you about your lack of knowledge in that particular field of Pony Biology, I'm afraid I have work to do. Now! Do you have a reservation, or is someone waiting for you?" the hostess repeated. This time, with a lot more embarrassment, Rainbow Dash shakily gave the mare a slip of paper, telling the hostess that Fluttershy was waiting for her somewhere in the Cafe.

"Ah! Lady Fluttershy is sitting in the quiet area upstairs. Would you like me to take you, or can you find her on your own?" the hostess asked politely.

Taking back the piece of paper, Rainbow decided that further embarrassment were to be avoided at all cost. She looked around the front of house, quickly finding a set of open stairs leading up to where the quiet area was. With a nervous smile, she replied.

"I-I can find her on my own. Thanks, Miss...?"

"Octavia Melody, or Miss Melody," Octavia replied with a smile.

"Yeah, sure. See you later Miss Melody," Rainbow thanked before proceeding at a rapid pace up the stairs, hoping that nothing else embarrassing would happen.

The top floor, much to Rainbow's relief, looked like an "actual" Cafe lounge. Several couches, recliners, beanbag chairs, and pillows were placed in an orderly pattern on the hardwood flooring. Near each chair was a table of some kind, most of which shared the same light brown color as their respective furniture. The only seats that didn't have a table were the beanbag chairs, which look exclusively for reading and not drinking or eating.

Light blue walls and ceiling gave a calming contrast to all the subdue browns and grays of the top floor. At the far end of the room, Rainbow saw a counter where another mare in a bunny suit sat watching the few ponies lounging around without a care in the world as she made coffee or tea from her insanely large collection of jugs and containers lined in such a way behind her on the shelves against the wall, that anypony can come into the Cafe and find exactly what they wanted within seconds, but as much as she wanted to try an exotic brew. She didn't have the time.

Looking around the room more thoroughly, Rainbow Dash found Fluttershy reading a book on one of the collections of pillows surrounding a table in the corner of the room.

Rainbow froze once more, a lump forming in her throat. It has been so long since she's seen the butter-yellow Pegasus, she didn't realize how pretty Fluttershy was in comparison to her more tomcoltish build. Her long, soft pink mane flowed over her eloquent features like water cascading over a sparkling diamond. Her long, fluffy, yet, combed tail, curled around her like an awaiting majestic feline from the jungle. Not to mention her yellow coat that shone as bright as the sun. And her wings! Her big, soft wings hugged her body like a protective blanket and looked just as cozy to curl under for warmth and love.

In Rainbow's eyes, Fluttershy was the very definition of what makes a mare beautiful. She could only dream of having a body like hers, however. Training to becoming a Wonderbolt meant having more muscle than baby fat, so for her to work on being naturally pretty through careful dieting and exercise was out the window.

'She...She also looks more confident with herself. Has living on her own in Ponyville by her lonesome help with her shyness or something else?' Rainbow wondered as her eyes lingered on her friend's curvaceous flank. 'Wait...Oh, Celestia, I was checking her out!? I'm not a filly-fooler! Rainbow, pull yourself together!' Slapping herself free from her impure thoughts of burying her face in her friend's plump rump, she slowly, and shakily walked up to the preoccupied mare reading a book.

"H-Hey, Fluttershy," Rainbow coughed, earning the attention of the mare in question almost immediately. "How's it going?"

Fluttershy, startled from the sudden noise directed at her, looked up from her book to find a shuffling, cyan Pegasus looking at her with nervous look plastered on her face. Her light blue eyes widened in shock before jumping up from her pillow, pulling Rainbow into a bone crushing embrace.

"Oh, Rainbow Dash It's been so long!" Fluttershy exclaimed quietly. "How is Firefly and Rainbow Blitz? Are your parents alright?" Struggling to find air to breathe, Rainbow tapped her friend on the back.

"Fluttershy...can't...breathe...!"

"I'm sorry!" Fluttershy squeaked, letting go of Rainbow Dash in the process. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Taking a few moments to recuperate from Fluttershy's death grip of a hug, she made a mental note to figure out what kind of shampoo that can cut through the stench of animals since her workout routine left her sweaty and disgusting for most of the day.

"I'm...I'm fine, just a little crushed is all," Rainbow huffed. "How about you?"

"I'm doing great, as well as all my animal friends. Thank you for asking," Fluttershy blushed apologetically as her friend sat down on one of the pillows. "And...Um...Sorry if I hurt you. Sometimes I forget how strong I can be at times."

"It's fine," she smiled as Fluttershy sat back down. Taking this as her opportunity to learn about the town she was moving into, Rainbow got comfortable for a long overdue talk with her best friend. "Anyway, care to tell me what's life like in Ponyville?"

"Well....I...I can try," Fluttershy replied sheepishly.

"I moved here after..."

Minutes turned into hours as Fluttershy talked about everything since the day she first moved into the small town a few years ago, and Rainbow listened to every word in earnest. She laughed every time a mare named Pinkie Pie was involved in part of Fluttershy's story, and she cringed whenever she talked about her spa dates with one of her new friends named Rarity.

Rainbow could never have imagined that Ponyville was more diverse and alive than the backwater town in the middle of nowhere she's heard about back in Cloudsdale. From parties hosted by Pinkie Pie and or a DJ named Vinyl Scratch, to housing some of the best fliers in Equestria, which she highly doubts.

She knew all the best fliers by heart and not once had she heard of Cloudchaser, Thunderlane, Razor, Bullet Time, Silver Arrow, and definitely not a mare named Hawkfire. 'Like seriously, did she change her name to mimic Spitfire like a crazy fangirl?' she mused. 'I bet she's the type of filly to gush about dolls and frilly dresses and gossip about boys.' When Fluttershy couldn't convince her that it was true, she moved onto other topics like about the Apple Family.

'Apple Jack. Now there's a pony I can find a good challenge in,' Rainbow praised as Fluttershy went on and on about how the Apple Family managed the biggest apple orchard in Equestria. 'All those apples and only three ponies. She must be one tough cookie.'

There were other things of note that Rainbow found interesting, mostly things about Fluttershy herself. Apparently, Fluttershy was close friends to the mare known as Hawkfire, and they hung out and played on the Nerd Machine like complete dorks. Not that Fluttershy was a dork or anything. Rainbow just couldn't understand why going "pew, pew, pew," on a T.V was fun. Now Air Hockey. That, right there, was fun!

What's the point of playing games that didn't involve sweat and real skill? The rush of racing down the field with a pole with a little net at the end meant for the ball or "puck" as it was called, around your opponents above the ground a few hundred hooves in the air was beyond amazing! The rush, the adrenaline, the cheer of the crowd when you score a goal. No Dork Machine can compete with that. 'And if this Hawkfire is into that then she's definitely not worth my time. This Wonderbolt in training needs friends that can keep up with her. Though, it's nice to see somepony that can keep up with Fluttershy. She needs more ponies like her in her life.'

A few others things that Rainbow found interesting about her foalhood friend was her career involving animals, and how she was going for her Veterinary license. How she was friends with the mare in the bunny suit downstairs, but as shocking as that was, her plans of making sure that Octavia wasn't using her would have to wait for a bit. And the last thing she found of interest (Not really) was how Hawkfire claimed to know Spitfire personally, and how she managed to get Fluttershy on believing her.

"Look, Fluttershy," Rainbow Dash paused to take a sip of her energy drink. "As cool it is to know that Hawkhead gives you flying lessons, I though you can do better than a dork that lives in their mom's basement playing on a Dork Machine."

"Well, if you meet her, you can see how 'Not a dork' she is," Fluttershy argued meekly. "Then you two can be friends and race each other. Not that I don't want you racing Applejack or anything."

Rolling her eyes, Rainbow figured that she should at least humor her friend just to prove her point and that she'd be better off learning from her rather than a mare that wears a Bunny suit and plays video games all day. Once she shows that she is better, then she can get back on track on her goal of becoming a Wonderbolt.

"Fine, when can I meet her?" Rainbow asked dryly with a flick of her tongue.

"You can meet her right now if you want too, that is," answered immediately, earning a frown and groan combo from the rainbow-maned Pegasus.

"Well, I have time right now. Where is she so I can get this over with?"

"Get what over with?" spoke a new voice in a seductive, tomcoltish, alto that could melt steel with just her words and her words alone.

Nearly jumping out her seat, Rainbow turned around to see a short, silver-white Pegasus mare wearing a black and purple bunny suit that hugged her jaw-dropping athletic curves so tightly, that she couldn't help but feel like an invalid just looking at them. The new pony had a wildly-wolfish, two-toned azure mane that came down past her shoulders with fox-like curves as well as bangs combed over her right eye; with red paintbrush splashes throughout it at the tips of her hair. Her tail was brushed and tied to make it look like a rabbit tail, and she wore ear coverings that made her ears also look like they belonged on a rabbit and not a pony. And not to mention her naturally long and seductive eyelashes. Those just made her deep and encapturing azure eyes all the more enticing.

"Um, hi?" Rainbow Dash greeted without a hint of jealousy in her voice. "Do you need something?'

"Meh, not really. I was just checking up on Fluttershy to see if we were still doing the LAN tournament today. We need our Number One Support for League of Titans. I can't carry the game without her," the mare smiled as she took an empty seat in between the two mares.

'LAN? Support? League of Titans? What in Tartarus has that to do with a tournament let alone Fluttershy?!'

"Oh, um, of course, I can make it. I just need to hand in my Thesis on Everfree Timberwolves and their Magical Biology and how their Nature Magic Harmonizes with the School of Restoration on an Archmage Level. It's quite the paper for my supplementary course required for my Veterinary Doctrine," Fluttershy replied, completely throwing Rainbow Dash off and out to sea without a hint nor clue as to what the hay they were talking about.

"I bet, but The School of Runeterra is more my thing," the new mare said with a proud smile on her face. "Rune Magic is pretty cool, and it's one of the few types of magic that a Pegasus can actually use."

'What? Pegasi can't do magic?! What is going on here?!' Before Rainbow Dash was completely forgotten at the table, she stepped in a little miffed that the new mare could just waltz right in and steal her friend away after they've been apart for so long.

"Wait a Celestia damn second," Rainbow interjected with a firm hoof on the table. "Who in Tartarus are you?"

"Me?" the new mare said, pointing to herself with a puffy lower lip.

"No, the yellow mare also sitting here," Rainbow deadpanned.

"I'm Winter Ruby Hawkfire Rose, but most just call me Rose," the mare...Rose greeted with a knowing smirk.

"She's, Hawkfire?!" Rainbow pointed at the mare twiddling her hoofs innocently, not believing what she was looking at.

Rainbow figured that Hawkfire was some nerd with huge glasses, pimples, and sporting braces, not a sexy mare that looked like a Playpony model! She expected a mare with weak, small wings that haven't seen more than a few hundred hours of flight in a year, but this?! Her large, strong, majestic wings looked like they were put through the ringer every day for hours on end! Just who was this mare?!

"Um, well yes," Fluttershy blushed with a little nod. "And Rose, this is my foalhood friend, Rainbow Dash. She want's to be a Wonderbolt."

"Not want, going to be," Rainbow huffed in resignation.

"Wonderbolt, huh?" Rose smirked like the hot dork knew something she didn't. "Which Flight Division are you a part of? I fly in the Solar Division since Ponyville is part of Canterlots township."

'Flight Division? What in Tartarus is she talking about?' Rainbow gulped. Her mind was racing for an excuse to show the mare she knew what she was talking about. After all, she promised herself after revealing to a group of mares that she was a virgin a few hours ago to not embarrass herself anymore today. Especially in front of Fluttershy of all ponies! With quick thinking, she came up with one that should trick Rose into thinking that she was in the best Flight Division in Equestria, whatever that means.

"I'm in Cloudsdale's of course! Best Flight Division in Equestria to race in!" she proclaimed proudly with a nervous flutter of her wings, hoping to stop Rose from questioning further, but she saw through her lie.

"Cloudsdale doesn't have a Division because the city moves around the country," Rose corrected. "Ponies from there have to either join Las Pegasus Shadow Division or Applewood's Star Division or even if you are lucky, Vanhoover's Shark Division."

'Crap!'

"Really? I didn't know that." Fluttershy chimed in, giving Rainbow enough time to make something else up. Looking around the room to distract herself, Rainbow saw a poster on the wall with Hawkfire out of her bunny outfit posting in an aviator jacket with a pair of goggles on her forehead and right eye closed. Her wings were flared out with her tongue poking out her smiling lips. Right under the mare was a line of words that filled her with more dread and confusion about the whole situation she found herself in.

"So Rainbow, which Division are you really from? Cause I understand if you are embarrassed by it. Some of them have a really bad reputation," Rose inquired curiously.

Realizing that there was no way out of the hole she dug, and without knowing who Rose really was, Rainbow sighed in defeat, but only for today. 'Next time we talk, I'll know what these Racing Divisions are, and once I do. I'll show you that they don't mean anything when it comes to being the best of the best!'

"I'm...I'm not in one yet. I was stuck with work back in Cloudsdale at the Weather Factory."

"I bet," Rose nodded happily before sneering at her smugly. "It's a shame too."

"Why?" Rainbow frowned.

"Because the Wonderbolts Racing team Fly in the Phoenix Cup, which I'm two years away from entering, and in order to even be considered joining the Wonderbolts, you need to place in the Lightning Cup."

Author's Notes:

So, here is the makings of the first arc, but what of flash you might ask? Well, you'll see
Also, I made a blog thingy about the Cups, sorta, It will be better explained down the line, but if you want the general idea. Ya'll can check it out.

Also, cover art....Hmmm....What ya'll think of Rainbow and Rose flying at each other with a trophy of some kind in the background with the silhouette of Luna behind that, and an evil image of flash in the reflection of the trophy?