>Day 2spooky in Equestria.
>You are Phantom.
>A big, thundering, wobbly F-4 Phantom.
>One of the fighter mares stationed at Everfree Air Force Base.
>Another morning, you drag yourself out of the hanger at 0500.
>If you hurry, maybe you can get there before the others spot you.
 
>You roll into the fueling bay at 0530.
>You anxiously wait in line behind a few of the retuning late-night reconnaissance.
>The smell of wafting kerosine fumes makes your mouth quiver.
>Your tongue lolls and you canopy fogs around the edges.
>You take a depraved whiff of fumes like only a true Native Australian can.
>Oh goddesses do you love kerosine.
>Nothing felt better than hooking up to the underbelly of a Stratotanker.
>Latching on to his boom while he pumps your tanks to the brim.
>Nursing the last drops from the nozzle before it retracts back into his fuselage.
>Feeling small drips spill from the corners of your grinning face.
Mmmmmhhhh...
>The deafening whine of your engines spinning up snaps you out of your oily fantasy.
>All of the service and recon ponies are staring at you.
>Dwarfing everything on base short of the bombers, you are the elephant in the room.
>The elephant with food issues.
>You hear a series of sputtering, half-hidden snickers from a few of the turboprop planes.
>Your exhaust vents slam shut.
>Flashing lights and alarms stammer off inside you cockpit.
>Your face flares up with a red tint.
>Chaff spills from your pockets.
 
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