prank night part 9

Ever have one on of those moments in your life where you can't quite figure out how you got there? Take right now for instance; this morning I started out working with applejack on her farm, quietly crushing on her, and now I was lip locked with Spitfire, my idol and leader of the wonder-bolts, being promised the place on the team I had strived for all my life. How can one pony go from dirt farming to the high life in one single kiss?
I don't know, but that's what happened.

Her lips were soft, and carried the sour sweet taste of green apples. Like a salty snack, the presence of the kiss made me hungrier for more. Suddenly, I realized: this was Spitfire! The leader of the wonder-bolts, the pony that was fantasized about more than the princess herself; fast, furious, and gorgeous. How could I feel so confused when I was living a dream that few dared to believe in.

This was spitfire….

That thought burned singular in my mind, like a single candle in a dark room and I succubumed to its heat. The image of applejack faded into the darkness of my mind as I was lost in the sweet sour taste of my idol's lips.

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After what felt like an hour of drowning in that sour-sweet taste, I had finally parted from Spitfire to find that we hadn't been kissing for more than a couple minutes, judging by the sun. she smiled and left promptly with a promise to secure me a space on the wonder bolts. I had sat on that cloud for about ten minutes before realization set in, and set about a twenty 'ohmygosh' session.

I was a Wonder Bolt! Full and fledged, and soon it would be official! This was the greatest day of my life! The day my dream came true at last! Not only that but…there leader asked me out, kissed me even.

I closed my eyes and smiled, next thing I knew I was walking home and down the road, walking back from twilight's library, was Applejack.
Seeing her made me feel guilty, like a twisted naught in my stomach, but I was on cloud nine hundred and nine and nothing was going to bring me down. And hey! Applejack was a mature strong pony, maybe she would be happy for her. Besides, as far as I could tell she wasn't interested in anything beyond friends. I don't even think she likes fillies the way I do. Hell, I wasn't even sure she KNEW I liked fillies the way I do.

I grinned as I approached her and raised a hoof in greeting. "what's up AJ?" I askd happily

A happiness, she clearly did not share. She shot me a venomous look and shoved past me, ignoring my greeting like it was something fowl I had tossed in her direction. I turned back to face her with a confused expression on my face and frowned. I tried to catch her attention, but she just kept walking away.

Finally I had enough. Clearly she wasn't in the mood to talk with me. I growled and snapped at her. "you know what?! Fine, whatever. You bail on me yesterday, then you decide you're going to ignore me today?! I don't even care…"

It was a lie. I cared a great deal, but I wasn't going to let her know that. If she was going to be a jealous apple-bucking, grounded sour puss…well, then she didn't deserve my sympathy!

I ran home with hot tears in my eyes. Upon slamming the door to my castle door, I pounded a hole into the wall with my hoof and a scream. "stupid applejack!" I yelled.

"rough day skittles?" came a voice from behind me.

I jumped and span around with a gasp, only to see Spitfire in my bedroom with a smile on her face. "sounds like I was right about that 'friend' of yours wasn't I?" she frowned at me, but I got the feeling that she was keeping a smile down, but I was still reeling from shock.

"I thought you went back to canterlot." I said as I approached her, my frown genuine. Not that I wasn't happy to see her right then, applejack's rejection left me feeling both furious and alone.

"I did, but when I gave the news I came right back to give you this" she smiled at me, and what she showed me made me gasp so hard I nearly passed out.

That blue and yellow outfit that I had dreamed off for so long, with its sleek bright lightning bolts running down its stomach and outlining the hooves, with those thick leansed goggles designed to keep even the fiercest wind out of your eyes, even at break night speeds. Every detail as fine and as beautiful as I had fantasized it would be.

My wonder bolt costume.

I could barely speak, I could barely BREATH, but somehow I managed to scream: "OH, MY, GOSH!"

Spitfire tossed it to me with a smile and sat herself on my bed. "come on Rainbow Dash, I want to see it on you. I had your cutie mark embedded on it myself. "she gave a prideful smile, as I ran my hooves up and down that wonderful fabric again and again, scarcely believing that I was holding it at last.

I looked up at spitfire, with her bedroom eyes gazing at me with a soft smile over her lips; lips I now knew tasted like sour green apples, holding the outfit I had dreamed of wearing for years. I was about to explode with joy by the time I had gotten the outfit on.

The costume fit me like a glove, and wearing it…I felt invincible, not only that, but I felt like…like a GOD! Nothing could stop me, nothing could catch me. I was on top of the world where I belonged, at last!

Spitfire smiled. "you, look, great" she said, stretching each word with a roll of her tongue. I blushed and before I knew it, she was kissing me again and the image of applejack's sorry eyes was blown from my mind.