>Day flight of the damned in Equestria.
>Be Hot Stuff, the fire dragon.
>It's time.
>The dragon migration to the sacred volcano.
>A pilgrimage that all dragons partake in when they are able.
>True, all dragons are big on the whole tough bro attitude, but that's mostly a hatchling mindset you grow out of.
>For all the scales, claws, and breath attacks your kind sport.
>It means nothing, a lesson the young ones learn.
>For in that pilgrimage, you all have to fly through Equestria.
>It makes you shudder.
"All right little bro. This is the first flight, stay close to me and never ever slow down."
>Hot Spot is puffing his chest out.
>"I don't need your help. Little ponies are a joke."
>Growl at his idiocy, but continue the flight.
>Crossing the border, you keep you eyes out.
>Ponies are watching.
>Waiting.
>The sex freaks.
>Hot Spot spurts out a geyser of flames, showing off.
"Don't show off."
>He ignores you.
>Blows smoke at some birds flying lower.
>Much to his glee, they all scatter.
>You want to smack him with your tail.
>"Hey bro, it's a pony! I'm going to go scare them."
>Idiot!
"I told you to stay by me!"
>Drifting away from the shadow of your wings, he buzzes a pony.
>It bounces away, clearly surprised.
>"Watch where you going pony!"
>Hot Spot laughs, then tries to catch up to you.
>Hope that this doesn't come to bite in the tail.
>"Well, well, you're a spicy one aren't you cutie."
>Hope shatters.
>Hot Spot looks around and finds a white horse casually flying next to him.
>"Wings and a horn? Who are you?"
>Celestia, scales above, it's her.
>"Didn't you see me scare that pony? Scram before I get you."
>Celestia licks her lips.
>"Oh I'm hoping you get me."
>Dive bomb towards your little brother.
"Duck moron!"
>Too late, magic wraps him up tightly.
>Reaching out, you grab him and try to pull away.
"He's just a child. Let him go."
>"Now, now, he's making the journey, he's old enough. I do love them young and vigorous."
>Hot Spot realizes he can't move, and tries to blow flames on her.
>They wash over her like a spring shower.
>"Yes! Yes, keep fighting back!"
>His eyes turn to pinpoints.
>Eggshells, she's in that kind of mood.
>Pull as much as you can.
>Both of you are falling now.
>At this rate, you'll hit the ground.
>Love your brother too much for this to happen to him, even if he's an idiot.
>Look up and see an opening.
"Hot Spot, when I tell you. Fly as fast as you can."
>"W-what are you doing?"
>Celestia is drooling in anticipation.
>You twist your entire body in a corkscrew, and at the last moment fling your wings out.
>Wacking Celestia with as much force you can muster, it surprises her.
>The magical grip on Hot Spot stutters, so you take the opportunity.
>Throw him as hard as you can to Smog.
>He saw what was happening and flew low enough to catch him.
>"I got him Hot Stuff!"
"Go! Go! Go!"
>Brother cries out in the exchange.
>Barely can hear his cries of shook.
>"Smog, go back for him! We can't leave him."
>With a smile and thumbs up, that's the last thing your brother sees of you before he vanishes into the safety of the dragon flock.
>And you fall.
>Celestia has you now.
>"Very brave. Hot Stuff was it? My sister and I are going to enjoy you."
>Crashing into the ground, it knocks the air out of you.
>It doesn't even faze her.
>The fiery gaze no longer phased by such trivialities.
>Blue magic starts to restrain you as well as Princess Luna appears.
>"This one sister?"
>"He has offered his body as tribute for the safety of his kind. Let's not make waste of it."
>Think of your people.
>Bite down, and think of your people.
>All because of fucking Celestia and Luna.
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>Be Gary the griffon.
>In flight school as a transfer student.
>The only transfer student at this school.
>Hometown had a raffle and you got the short straw.
>As per agreement between the two nations, one griffon from a tribe is chosen to go to Equestria.
>Usually a molly is chosen, but the princesses weren't happy with that little loophole your people tried to pull.
>At least one of the transfers had to be a tom.
>Evergrif knows it's a sacrifice.
>Mom said she'll miss you.
>Dad just kept drinking.
>"Well if it isn't Spiny Gary."
>Being bullied at the moment.
>By mares.
"Would you shut up about my dick. Can't you think about anything else?"
>"As if anything else about you matters. Slow, sluggish, and basic. Might as well not have been born with wings."
>Lightning Dust is her name, and being a bitch is her game.
>She flicks your wings with hers.
>"Hey, do they get all big and useless when they're wingboning too?"
>Look around for an exit.
"Go eat grass."
>Pounce up to a cloud and throw it down at her.
>An cry of anger is all you need to hear.
>Flap as hard as you can, try to make it to school.
>Every flapping day trying to make it from the dorm to class is some kind of test of patience.
>Don't fight back with claw and beak, you've heard the stories about how badly that goes.
>"Ya think you're bucking funny?"
>Oh she's hot on your tail.
>Dive into some cloud banks and try to lose her.
>Hear the 'catcalls' from other pegasi mares.
>Enjoying the show and your misery.
>"Grab him by the hairy balls, Dust!"
>Can feel her hot breath closing in.
>With a twist, you turn upside down as you reach inside your lunch box.
"Pocket grass!"
>Had to give up food space for escape options.
>Dust gets a face full and crashes into the ground.
>Swooping pegasi mares test you by buzzing you.
>Why do they have to make your life so difficult?
>Bell rings.
>Ah, peck.
>Late again.
>The flock scatters to their respective school homerooms.
>Try to get through the front door.
>A yellow hoof stops you.
>"Well, well, well. Looks like you just can't help yourself, can you?"
>Captain Spitfire.
>She's been watching you.
>Not even a teacher here, but the moment she found out where the next male griffon went to school at.
>She was on you like catnip.
"Look, let me past and it won't even be 30 seconds late."
>Tsktsks at you.
>"Now birdboy, we both know you've been playing around just so you can see me."
>If you could sweat, you would be pouring buckets.
"Hey, look, I can give you my gold coin. Rare griffonstone coinage. You know we don't like to part with that heirloom."
>"I'm more interested in a different kind of coin purse."
>Try to sprint for it.
>She's too fast.
>Didn't even make it a few meters before she stomps on your back.
>"Don't tucker your little heart out now. I want this to last for a bit."
>Can see Lighting Dust peak through the door before sneaking off to her own class.
>She mouths to you, 'next time'.
>These mares are menaces.
>Try to fight back, whip your tail around her back leg to throw her off.
>Doesn't even bother her as all she does is float lazily in the air and right herself.
>"Clever trick, let's see if you like a little electric foreplay. A Spitfire special."
>Bite down and think of your people.
>Your sacrifice means griffon toms don't have to worry about pony mares antagonizing them.
>Yellow feathers envelop your vision.
>At the end of it.
>You end up flapping Spitfire.