Two old Wonderbolt superstars and (overly) proud mothers arguing and boasting over whose son is best. Neither Prism Blazer or Hot Streak really enjoyed the competitive banter between their mothers when they were younger and to Hot Streak it was actually rather embarrassing. Prism Blazer didn’t end up quite living up to Mama Dash’s expectations, excelling in stamina rather than speed when he grew up. Hot Streak on the other hand remained the apple of Spitfire’s eye and grew into a overly cocking, prancing peacock of a pegasus.
 
Quick little background thrown in as once again I am working on NextGen stuff thinking I’ll just do a quick little scribble and before I know it, it’s 3 am and I’m ready to pass out. Still, I actually quite like it. Also I realized while doing it that the color scheme of Hot Streak’s mane is candy corn and got a little sad X)