I should say that this story will not be updated often, I have decided to delete Running from the Truth, ran out of inspiration. So yeah... this story has nothing to do with my first except that I use my OCs and have an occasional reference...

Without further ado, The Shining FireRuby!

"Come on Spitfire!" Soarin' yelled at me, "We're gonna be late!" I rolled my eyes, for what seemed the thousandth time today.

"We're going to be fashionably late!" I hollered back. Soarin' may have seemed like a laidback pegasus but contrary to popular belief, he was strung crazy tight. Our assistants were just for show, and were actually VIP members: Soarin' was our full time manager. I guess that was the secret nopony would ever know. We were late to our performance in Cloudsdale, where all of us had grown up, so we would be performing in front of our home crowd.

I happened to be the only of the five that was pursued by younger colts as an object of interest, but when your one of the fastest flying pegasi in Equestria, it is a little hard to catch me. I will admit that I have done bad things at parties in the past and this performance and afterparty would be no exception. This would probably be one of the wildest of them, maybe even trump them all. I was at home here, and my confidence was at its peak.

"Spitfire..." Soarin growled, annoyed with my easygoing pace.

"Soarin'..." I hissed back, imitating his tone. He rolled his eyes and continued walking down the hallway below the stadium we were in. It was dark and dank, but somehow homey and comfortable. The roar of the crowd along with a muffled voice of an announcer rattled the entire tunnel, sending my heart into a frenzy of rapid beating. I began to sweat in my suit, aggravating my skin and chafing against my legs. I tried to calm myself down, breathing in and out slowly and at a solid pace.

We stepped out onto a pad covered in fog, which began to rise up onto a flat area, the entire arena pitch black besides the several spotlights that were angled around the central area, casting long and jagged shadows. The blare of the crowd and announcer were deafening, causing my ears to ring, blocking out all other sound that reached my ears. I knew to start once the lights began to flash, blinding the entire circular arena with a strobe effect.

We lifted off, in perfect synchronization. I did several backflips followed by a skydive-like fall. Soarin' caught me and threw me towards Rapidfire, who rolled me off his back and sent me into a dive. I felt the sound barrier shatter behind me as I rocketed below the stadium. I rocketed back up and made the sharpest turn ever, easily 90 degrees instantly. I then ducked into a roll and let my shoulder and back carry me up into a standing position, where I met the rest of my team in a great looking picture. The lights went black and the crowd cheered, sending vibrations through the stage I stood on. The same moving platform that carried us up, did its deed once more and pulled us below the stage.

"Yeah!" Soarin' patted me on the back, "that was sick!" I knew that I played a small role in the performance, as Soarin, Fleetfoot and Rapidfire were doing their own aerial tricks. It was short and sweet, perfect for a hometown show.

"Where was the after party again?" I asked Soarin' who immediately pulled his notebook out of his suit pocket, flipping through some pages.

"I chose somewhere grounded..." he continued flipping through a few more pages until a smile crossed his face.

"Ahh! Ponyville!"

X-X-X

The sun had set about an hour ago and my friends and I were getting ready to go to a party, one following the hometown performance in Cloudsdale.

"Hey, pass the brush..." Shadowbolt ordered me and I complied reluctantly, "thanks..." He began to brush his mane into a rather messy pose, which made no sense.

"Why the hell do you need a brush to fuck up your mane?" Fire Flare asked, combing his own hair neatly over one eye. Shadow glared at him, continuing to run the brush through his mane until he felt satisfied.

"Well, you need balls to hit on any mare don't ya?" Shadow countered, smirking at Flare. This was the ongoing battle between the three of us, dissing fights. Fire Flare just sighed, shaking his head.

"Come on, not now," he started, "We're going to the after party of the Wonderbolts' homecoming show, let's not start off on the wrong hoof..."

"Meh, who gives a shit!" Shadow shouted, threw the brush down, "I'm ready... are you?" Fire Flare nodded and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me by myself to finish up. I checked my sparkling red-blue coat to make sure it still had its magical quality of sending off disco-like lights everywhere, which it did, lighting up the entire bathroom with a reddish glow. I threw my mane to the side and walked out onto the patio, ready to pick up some mares.

X-X-X

The walk to the clubhouse wasn't very eventful, besides a few mares that were already slightly drunk, swaying across the path and even walking into us. I pushed one off of me, trying to keep my distance. I wasn't into drinking tonight, I would prefer to stay sober, drinking wasn't my thing.

The white strip in my mane covered my face and reflected almost white light, giving me the look of a reaper. I confirmed this as a few fillies walked by, leaning away from me.

"BOO!" I yelled at them, sending them running down the road, screaming their heads off. I had a good laugh for about five seconds, before the mother sent a slap right to my cheek, earning a loud smack and a yelp.

"Really?!" she yelled at me, kicking me in the foreleg. Ruby-Sapphire and Fire Flare snickered at me and I only glared back. You could tell where the party was before you came within 5 blocks of it. Lights, insanely loud music and ponies, everywhere. We walked in, immediately catching the attention of several ponies, thanks to our flashy looks and well kept appearance.

"Gentlecolts?" I gestured ahead with a hoof. Ruby-Sapphire cocked an eyebrow but then walked in, shortly followed by Fire Flare. This was going to be one hell of a night.

X-X-X

A few mares were checking us out, less than five minutes in, but none of them interested me. I was the kind of pegasus that got plenty of attention, but was really hard to impress. It was just me, because when you have thirty ponies trying to ask you out at once, you have to learn to cut out a large amount of them.

I knew how this night would start, chill at the bar talking, have a drink or two and then... the fun part. A big thing for us to do was to hit on ponies in the later hours, hopefully ending the night NOT single. I was single... and I wasn't gonna end the night like that whether it meant low ballin' or shooting for the stars.

After two hours of jokes, drinks and a few pranks, now came the best part, bets. Unfortunately, it was like Truth or dare... without truth, only dare. I was up first, and I had to take a bet from Shadow, who undoubtedly would give me something nearly impossible. He wore a devilish grin, but he wasn't looking at me, he was looking at Spitfire, a member of the Wonderbolts. She wasn't wearing her outfit and had a rather eye catching effect to her. However, after a few seconds of staring, Shadow had a dare for me, actually a bet.

"See her?" he pointed at Spitfire. I cringed, knowing the rest of the bet.

"Yeah..." I squeaked, knowing that I had lost.

"Go pick her up..." his confident smile and eyes stared into mine. I knew that I couldn't wimp out now. Hell, if I thought some of my hits were shooting high, this was ridiculously impossible. Her standards were probably insanely high, considering that she was part of one of the most elite groups in Equestria. I couldn't show my friends that, so I just puffed out my chest and put on my best smile.

"You're on!" I whipped around, smacking Shadowbolt with my tail. He rolled his eyes and walked to the bar, where he could get a better view of the action. Fire Flare just snickered and patted me on the back.

"Good luck..." he offered.

"Thanks..." I turned to set my eyes on my target, the blazing form of Spitfire. She was dazzling without her suit on. Her eyes were the color of a flame, red-orange... hell, her whole body was that color. I moved in nonchalantly, making sure not to catch her attention. I was a few feet from her, behind a server, time to make my appearance. The waiter moved to serve another and I was exposed completely to her. I made sure to look confident.

"Spitfire?" I asked, tapping her shoulder. She turned around with a whip of her mane.

"Yeah?" she responded, slightly confused, "Who are you?"

"I'm Ruby-Sapphire... huge fan of yours... nice performance by the way... complicated but by far the best you've put out..." She blushed slightly. Clearly, I had flattered her. Everything was going smoothly, I would have this in the bag quickly.

"Thanks I..." she stopped mid-sentence, staring at my coat, "How'd you get it to sparkle like that?" Now it was my turn to blush furiously.

"I was born like that..." I told her, my heart starting to race. She hadn't stopped staring at my coat and her eyes sparkled with wonder... hold on...

"I think I'm falling for this pony, aren't I..." I thought to myself.

"SO..." I almost yelled, hoping to grab Spitfire's attention.

"Yeah?" she answered, not taking her stare off my coat.

"You wanna go grab a coffee or something like that?" I closed my eyes, hoping for a yes. She stopped her glare, pondering for a few seconds.

"You seem nice enough... and I don't get a lot of fans who go out of their way to compliment me like that," her face was still unreadable, and I could only hope that she would accept, "Sure, let's grab a coffee... I just have to tell Soarin'..."

"Alright... can I come with you?" I had gotten this far, and I wasn't gonna let my opportunity run away from me.

"Sure!" she said cheerfully, "You should meet him anyway..." She began to walk through the crowd, and I followed her obediently, staying within a few feet. We came up to Soarin' and I have to say, he was much bigger than I imagined. He was built in his midsection and was at least 6" taller than I was, "Ruby-Sapphire... this is Soarin'..."

If you wanna talk awkward, this was beyond that, it was flat out weird.

"Hey..." he greeted me, extending a foreleg in a symbol of greeting.

"Hello..." I said, shyly accepting his greeting.

"Don't be out long..." he told Spitfire, giving her a wink.

"Ok... really awkward..." I thought to myself.

"Alright... come on Ruby-Sapphire..." We began to walk away. I passed by Shadowbolt and Fire Flare, giving Shadow a smirk. His only reaction was a death stare. I smiled weakly and turned back to Spitfire.

"So, when did you really want to fly for a living?" I asked her. At first, she had no answer, judging by the look on her face.

"I think it was maybe 8 or 9 years ago... I was looking at the fastest of eagles, and I imagined flying even faster than them..." she answered my question, "So... what about yourself?" Now I pondered on my one sentence life story.

"Well, I work as a weather factory janitor... pay is pretty decent, considering all of the mishaps that happen in there every day..." She laughed, draping her foreleg over my neck. My face began to heat up. I may have been smooth with the mares, but that was only words, when it came to action, I was as incompetent as a filly, "Why are you laughing?" She only laughed even harder, not even bothering to contain herself.

"Were you the stallion that shocked Twilight and Rainbow Dash?" I blushed, remembering my prank a few years ago.

"Yes..." I nearly whispered. She had a very sudden massive interest in me.

"Really?" her face read that she was in absolute shock, "Can we prank someone tonight?"

"Maybe some other time..." I trailed off as we walked into a café, maybe three blocks down from the clubhouse.

"Good evenin'..." The cashier welcomed us.

"Good evening..." I responded with a nod, "Can I get a latte with a shot of espresso..." I gestured to Spitfire.

"Can I also get a decaf latte?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Coffee is supposed to wake you up..."

"I'm still on a diet, can't slack off at all..."

"So not even one night?"

"Nope..." We'll then, she didn't like real coffee, that sucked... "But when we have a few months of rest, I am allowed to slack off all I want."

"Well at least you get a break." I commented, she nodded in agreement. I actually should be getting around to setting up a date with her, but I want to get myself a little more dug in, "Is it stressful?"

"What the fuck do you think?" I could only laugh at that comment.

"So I take it that is a yes?" she gave me a "are you serious" stare, "I'm kidding!" We got our coffee, paid and walked outside, sitting down on the side of the road, sipping our coffee. I had finished mine when she jumped into the air, staying afloat maybe twenty feet above the ground.

"Catch me if you can!" she shouted down to me. I chuckled at her own foolishness.

"Please..." I pushed off the ground with everything I was worth and tackled her right out of the air, pulling us both to the ground. She landed with a thud and I immediately covered her hips, effectively pinning her. Her mouth was wide in shock... until she began to struggle, "it's only gonna make it worse..." She let out a heavy breath and gave in, crossing her forelegs.

"Fine..." I got up off her, only to have her push me back. I lost my balance and she swept my legs, forcing me to land on my side. I grunted at the strain on my ribs, she rolled into me until I was flat... and then she covered me. I sat in disbelief... she had pinned me. Perfect time to set up a date.

"Alright, I have to ask you out if you're interested in this sorta stuff..." I was grinning like a fool, but to my surprise, she grinned back.

"Same to you..." Holy shit... that worked.

"Alright when?"

"Meet at Sugarcube Corner tomorrow at 6:30..."

"We gonna eat there?"

"Nah... in the general area..." I nodded and she got up. I flipped onto my hooves and stretched my back, letting it crack to relieve the pressure.

"So 6:30 right?" she nodded, "Alright, see you then!"

"Hold on, we are still going to finish up this party..."

"Really?"

"What? you can turn down a good party?" she nudged me, "That's crazy talk!"

"Fine..." I pushed off her, getting a head start, "First one there is a badass!" I heard her laugh and take off after me. Shadow says I'm not smooth with the mares... bitch please, I just hooked up with Spitfire!

Sorry for getting rid of Running from the Truth, wasn't feeling it... anyway, this story may be updated about once to twice every week, so expect updates every so often, I have already gotten two OC's... Fire Flare from iTealBlast and Midnight Flare from legitpanda89. legitpanda89 is new and iTealblast has his own story so go check them out. I appreciate reviews A LOT, so please, review.

Without further ado, DaFrEaK OuT!