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It was fast, swift, hyper sonic- utter rapid-fire.

They danced between eachother, twisting and circling, trapped in a breakneck dance of spiraling flame. They matched eachother move for move, turn for turn, feather for feather, they never slowed up, never paused- never even really thought about it. None of it, it was sheer instinct. Decades of skill and talent and genius born from strength of will and ancestral legacy, all of it bleeding through into reality in a trail of shimmering and burning fire painted across the vast blue sky.

It was like they were in eachother's minds. All they needed was a quick glance here, a single brush of the tip of their feathers there, a swish of tail, a twitch of an ear- they were in complete sync with eachother, and they were calm, collected.... they were enjoying it.

SpitFire didn't feel she should have been, part of her didn't want to be- and a bigger part didn't want to accept the absolute fluidity of the exchange, or the ease in which the ebony mare seemed to understand what she was doing. Or how easily it was for SpitFire herself to pick up on all those little cues.

She didn't want that, because why could they? Why was all of this, this insane, fast-paced, even dangerous aerial maneuvering so easy for them? So easy to do in tandem with one another?

They were supposed to be rivals, weren't they? She was supposed to dislike that ebony mare and everything she did... or at least, she was supposed to distrust her, distance herself from anything and everything having to do with NightFire, right?

So why did this all feel so good? So exhilarating? So..... so...

.... So why did she catch that mare's silver eyes, and feel nothing but a smile grace her lips as they caught midair? Why did her smile grow wider when she say NightFire smile back? When she saw that NightFire felt it too?

This being in fluid tandem with one another? So close and so content? So at ease, and almost like they were hoof in hoof?

Like.... maybe.... friends? Or meant to be friends..?

This feels incredible... this feels right

.:+:.

I started this awhile ago, finally found time to finish it up, kinda like how it came out in the end ^w^

Plus some more SpitFire love is always a good thing~! <3

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Art, OC, Story, Blurb, all to Me

SpitFire and MLP to Hasbro

Description

It was fast, swift, hyper sonic- utter rapid-fire.

They danced between eachother, twisting and circling, trapped in a breakneck dance of spiraling flame. They matched eachother move for move, turn for turn, feather for feather, they never slowed up, never paused- never even really thought about it. None of it, it was sheer instinct. Decades of skill and talent and genius born from strength of will and ancestral legacy, all of it bleeding through into reality in a trail of shimmering and burning fire painted across the vast blue sky.

It was like they were in eachother's minds. All they needed was a quick glance here, a single brush of the tip of their feathers there, a swish of tail, a twitch of an ear- they were in complete sync with eachother, and they were calm, collected.... they were enjoying it.

SpitFire didn't feel she should have been, part of her didn't want to be- and a bigger part didn't want to accept the absolute fluidity of the exchange, or the ease in which the ebony mare seemed to understand what she was doing. Or how easily it was for SpitFire herself to pick up on all those little cues.

She didn't want that, because why could they? Why was all of this, this insane, fast-paced, even dangerous aerial maneuvering so easy for them? So easy to do in tandem with one another?

They were supposed to be rivals, weren't they? She was supposed to dislike that ebony mare and everything she did... or at least, she was supposed to distrust her, distance herself from anything and everything having to do with NightFire, right?

So why did this all feel so good? So exhilarating? So..... so...

.... So why did she catch that mare's silver eyes, and feel nothing but a smile grace her lips as they caught midair? Why did her smile grow wider when she say NightFire smile back? When she saw that NightFire felt it too?

This being in fluid tandem with one another? So close and so content? So at ease, and almost like they were hoof in hoof?

Like.... maybe.... friends? Or meant to be friends..?

This feels incredible... this feels right

.:+:.

I started this awhile ago, finally found time to finish it up, kinda like how it came out in the end ^w^

Plus some more SpitFire love is always a good thing~! <3

OC Shown:

Art, OC, Story, Blurb, all to Me

SpitFire and MLP to Hasbro