Author's Note

There you go, everyone. The last chapter of the Spitfire story is now complete, so enjoy it to your hearts content and I really appreciate your patience, despite the delay we had. Anyways, we got more stories and chapters to come, so stay tuned and keep bronying on.

Handling the Heat of Romance

You’ve endured 3 weeks of intense training here at the Wonderbolt academy and you could feel yourself slowly getting yourself stronger. Soarin filled in for Spitfire during those last few weeks since she was still recuperating, but he proved to be just as serious about making sure the cadets got the proper training. Sometimes, he appeared to be even more strict than Spitfire, something you originally thought was impossible.

As promised, you also paid a visit to Spitfire every day after training and you even shared stories with her about what went on during your workout sessions. In contrary to the no-nonsense mare you were used to, you shared a few good laughs with Spitfire when you mentioned the embarrassing blunders you made during the early days. No normal stallion, mare, or in your case, guy, would admit these mistakes.

Even if she didn’t admit it, you could tell that Spitfire was impressed by your honesty and diligence. You would be sure to remind her and any of her colleagues if necessary, that you weren’t planning on leaving the academy. She hadn’t seen that kind of tenacious attitude since Rainbow Dash joined the ranks.

Having talked to the doctors, you knew that tomorrow was the day that Spitfire would be released from the infirmary. Hearing this good news got you all riled up and ready to greet her. Of course, to prove that the academy’s training has been successful, you didn’t step out of line with something like cheering. Rather, you and the rest of the cadets stood in a line, saluting Spitfire and welcoming her back properly.

“Good morning, rookies. I trust Soarin did a good job keeping you all of you in shape in my absence,” your captain said, looking at the clipboard in her hands.

“Ma’am, yes ma’am!” you all shouted.

“Believe it or not, boss, these rookies worked extremely hard. Not a single one of them stepped out of line. Anyways, they’re all yours now,” Soarin said with a salute.

“Glad I could count on you, lieutenant. Go ahead and regroup with the others,” Spitfire said and saluted Soarin back before the stallion took his leave. “Alright, you maggots! Now that I’m back in control, you can start this day off by GIVING ME 50 LAPS AROUND THE TRACK!!!” she shouted before blowing her whistle.

By this point, you were pretty much used to receiving these kind of orders, so along with everyone else, you just took off into the sky without making a fuss. While flying, you would occasionally look at Spitfire whenever you ended up back at your starting point. She gave you a wink the last time your eyes met and that left your face burning up a little. And to make things even more awkward...

“Still haven’t asked her out?” Turning, you saw it was your good, but impish friend, Wind Rose who was talking to you. Of course, she spoke quietly so she wouldn’t make you look stupid. “I honestly thought she’d be all over you since you saved her life.”

“You’re forgetting that Spitfire has a way of keeping her cool around her subordinates. She’s not gonna let anyone except herself see how she truly feels,” you whispered quietly. You have just come back around for your 40th lap, only 10 more to go.

“You realize you’re going to be stuck here for another 7 weeks. Are you really gonna wait that long to make a move?” Wind asked.

“No, I’ll talk to Spitfire after practice today. See if she feels the same way about me,” you replied, feeling pretty confident. “Anyway... race ya!” you shouted, as this is how you and Wind Rose usually finished flying laps. Sometimes she won, sometimes you did, it was practically impossible to know what the result would be.

“This one’s mine!” she shouted.

“Oh, I don’t think so!” you countered with a cocky grin. Both of you were flapping as hard as you could while you finished the last lap. And at the end of your little race, you returned to the ground first, with the claws on your feet leaving some marks in the dirt as you slid to a stop. The adrenaline was rushing to your head. “Woohoo, what a rush!”

“I’ll get you next time, hot shot,” Wind said, keeping her cool like a pro.

“Not a bad finish, you two. I’ve had faster recruits, but you’ve at least proven you’re not the slowest rookies in the academy,” Spitfire said. You wondered if that last sentence was supposed to be a compliment. “Anyway, for today’s schedule, you maggots will be going back on the Dizzitron for the highest level. Something I believe we’ve put off for far long enough.”

You thought about what your captain just said. Of course when Soarin was filling in for her, the cadets got more sessions with the Dizzitron, but only at either the slowest or medium speeds. Apparently, the actions of a reckless rookie from a few years back, had convinced Spitfire not to let her cadets try the maximum speed unless she was absolutely convinced that they were ready.

Whether they were confident or not, you all obeyed your captain’s orders and followed her to the where the Dizzitron was kept. The stallion in charge of getting the gadget started, understood his role all too well and stood beside the machine’s levers. After he turned the Dizzitron on and set it to the highest speed where the arrow pointed to the wing and skull image, all that was left was for someone to get on.

“Alright then... you’re up,” Spitfire decided, pointing at none other than you. You spread out your wings, wasting no time flying up to the contraption and strapping yourself in.

“Ready and waiting!” you called out. You were so eager to try out the machine, you almost forgot to put your goggles on. You only had a few seconds to do so before the employee pulled the lever to get the Dizzitron moving. Once it was spinning as fast as it possibly could, you remembered the last time you were on something like this was when you were still a member of the Blue Angels and performed a trick similar to this during a big show back in Jones Beach, New York.

“RELEASE!” That command brought you out of memory lane and you regained focus as the Dizzitron fired you at its fastest speed. This felt harder to get back in control compared to all the other times and you could tell you wouldn’t get the score you were hoping for. It was like the time when you tried to eject out of your jet back home, but ended up dead.

Not knowing how to regain control, you opened up your wings to slow yourself down enough. It somehow did the trick and as quickly as you recovered, you flew back down to the training ground at high speeds and landed while panting heavily.

“Wow... 10 seconds. I honestly thought you wouldn’t make it in half the time. It’s not an academy record, but it’s not a bad timing either,” Spitfire praised and cleared her timer to get ready for the next cadet.

“Regardless... I still got... a long way... to go...” you panted and went back in line.

Most of the recruits were returned to their bunks once you all tried the Dizzitron’s top speed, but you stayed outside due to your plans to ask Spitfire out. The mare was currently writing down the score of a stallion named Storm Striker, who was the last one to get on the machine. Though an impressive flyer, he didn’t do any better than you did, since he ended up recovering and landing after 16 seconds.

“Excuse me, captain, may I have a word with you?” you asked, approaching her only after you were sure the coast was clear.

“Sure private, but make it snappy,” Spitfire said. Even though she made it clear that she wanted you to make this quick, you suddenly found it hard to make your move. Your captain raised an eyebrow, wondering why you were just standing there. “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” she asked, revealing the playful side that she only used outside of training.

“N-No, not at all, I just...” you stuttered. You tried to get your act together, but something was preventing you from doing so. In order to get rid of what was holding you back, you did a few breathing exercises and pictured a white, sandy beach. You were relieved it did the trick and now that you felt calm, you looked directly at Spitfire. “Captain, I was wondering if you and I could go out sometime, maybe grab some dinner together?”

“You know, I’ve been waiting for this kind of offer from you ever since you told me how you saved my life. Looks like all that waiting was worth it,” Spitfire said, smiling. “Tomorrow at 8:00 P.M, meet me at the entrance of the Cloudsdale Cafe. Don’t you dare leave me hanging, got it?”

You nodded, amused at she was playfully using the demanding tone of a captain. With that, Spitfire gave you a kiss on the cheek and you took that as permission to return to your bunk and await further orders. Having such a busy training schedule, the best thing about going out tomorrow was that you would only be given half a day to train and then given the other half to do whatever it is you want to do.

Even as you returned to your quarters to take it easy, your mind was racing. You just scored a date with the drop dead gorgeous captain. Putting your hand to the cheek she kissed, this was probably the 20th time you touched that spot. Thank goodness Spitfire doesn’t wear lipstick, otherwise the other cadets would have known something was up.

Forcing yourself to think of something else, you were aware that the next thing on today’s schedule was a team activity where you would be catching the other team’s flag. You’ve only done this exercise once before and you and you weren’t quick enough to reach the flag and thus your team, the blue flags, lost.

Going to the bathroom, you splashed some cold water in your face to refresh yourself. With training resuming in approximately 20 minutes, you were ready to cut ties with your past failures and hopefully use your growing progress to win today’s flag hunt. Smiling at yourself in the mirror, you dried yourself off before leaving the bunks to spend your remaining free time outside.

“Alright rookies, you all know the rules for the flag hunt,” Spitfire said, adjusting her sunglasses. “However, to test how much you’ve improved, we’re going to make things a whole lot harder by having one of your opposing team’s flags guarded by one of our elite Wonderbolts. In other words, the only way you can win this time, is by getting past an experienced flyer. We’ve also installed a few slightly heavy breezes to throw you off course while you’re flying. This exercise will separate the stallion from the colts and the mares from the fillies! Understood?!”

“Ma’am, yes ma’am!” you confirmed as loud as ever. Looking around, you saw that everything for this new version of the flag hunt was in order, including a variety of weather contraptions that you recognized from the air obstacle course. Your attention however, went back to where it was supposed to be when Captain Spitfire was preparing to start the exercise.

“Alright maggots, get set... GO!” Spitfire sent you all off, blowing her whistle. Taking off into the air behind Wind Rose, you scanned left and right, trying to find your first flag. More importantly, you wanted to see who would be guarding them. The two of you searched high and low, yet couldn’t find anything. It wasn’t until Wind nudged your arm that you felt your luck finally begin to turn.

Good news is you found your first flag, the bad news is there’s a total of 7 storm clouds and the wind was blowing rather wild. It’s going to take every ounce of strength for you and Wind Rose to capture this flag. To make things even worse, sitting right beside the flag guarding it, was the elite Wonderbolt. Fleetfoot. It was very unfortunate for both you and Wind Rose. There was only one flag guarded by a Wonderbolt and it just had to be your first one.

You sucked up your frustration in order to keep your head in the game. “What’s the plan for getting past all that?” you asked. You didn’t like to admit it, but Wind Rose was the smarter of the two of you and was quick to come up with a solution for these kind of situations. Even with the nasty storm cloud wind continuing to blow against you, you still waited to hear what she’ll have in mind.

“Honestly... I never thought we’d run into an executive on our first flag...” she admitted and your eyes went wide, seeing that she was stumped.

“Alright, I think I might know what to do,” you whispered. “First, we’re gonna fake her out by going in fast in a double-barrel roll and then at the last minute, we’ll shoot straight up above her and then split. After that we’ll grab the flag on each side, that way at least one of us will get it. If it doesn’t work, we’ll just circle around her until she gets dizzy.”

It was good that you finished explaining the plan when you did, because Fleetfoot was now within earshot. Last thing you needed was for the one guarding the flag to know exactly what you’re up to.

“Ready?” you asked and Wind Rose gave you a nod. Getting ready to execute the first part of the plan, you both flapped as hard as you could toward the cloud Fleetfoot was occupying. The elite Wonderbolt raised an eyebrow, which let you know she was ignorant of your plan. Smiling, you proceeded to take ahold of Wind’s hand and twirled each other in a clockwise formation.

Fleetfoot saw you two coming in fast and braced herself for the impact. At the last minute, you and Wind Rose shot up high in the sky. You dove down on Fleetfoot’s left, while Wind Rose took the right side.

“I see what you’re trying to do. Well maybe it would work on any ordinary flyer, but you’re dealing with a mare who’s built for speed!” Fleetfoot exclaimed, feeling up to the challenge. Unfolding her wings, Fleetfoot flew around the flag at blazing speeds, creating a miniature tornado that blew you and Wind Rose away.

“Damn, she is fast! Now, what are we gonna do?” you asked. You hoped this time, Wind would be the one with suggestions.

“I think I might know how we can beat this! Follow my lead and stay close,” Wind instructed. You nodded in agreement and soon, you followed her up high into the sky and right above the center of the tornado. “On the count of three, we fly down, but we’re gonna have to combine our efforts and spin counterclockwise. That’ll slow down the tornado and Fleetfoot long enough for one of us to grab the flag.”

“Gotcha!” you shouted.

“Alright, here we go,” Wind said, grabbing your hand. “One... two... THREE!” You and Wind Rose then dive straight down into the tornado. You followed it up with a counterclockwise spin just as Wind Rose instructed. Her plan was working, the tornado was slowing down and fading away while Fleetfoot was losing her momentum. Once you both knew the time was right, Wind Rose used her remaining strength to launch you further towards your target.

You flew at full speed and successfully grabbed the flag. “GOT IT!!!” you exclaimed. Once that was done, you extended your wings out and just let the wind blow you high into the sky with your partner. To make it official, you had to return it back to Spitfire, who would probably be surprised you already got past the other team’s Wonderbolt guard.

“Is my Casanova of a partner thinking of the captain again?” Wind Rose teased. It was like the mare could read your mind.

“M-Maybe...” you stuttered with a goofy smirk, followed by a deep blush.

Spitfire was indeed impressed that you got past one of her top executives, but your hunt didn’t end there. Even so, there was only one Wonderbolt guard for each team. Now that you retrieved the flag Fleetfoot was guarding, you wouldn’t have to worry about more executives. Though you did hope that you got your opponents’ last flag before they got past the Wonderbolt who was still on your team. Turns out, the executive on your side was Soarin, who is just as experienced as Fleetfoot was.

It was a tough session, but in the end, your team claimed victory when you caused Fleetfoot to bump into her own teammates on your way back to your base. Fleetfoot was difficult to shake off during the chase, but at least it helped to know that she wasn’t able to think while moving at high speeds. The look on her face was priceless when you shot straight up at the last minute just as a couple of the other team members ran into you.

You’ve definitely gotten even with your rivals, as even though you lost the last flag hunt, victory was yours today.

“You did good, today,” Wind said.

“We did good,” you corrected with a toothy grin.

“Well done, rookies! That was a fine effort you pulled out there,” Spitfire commended. For a moment, you could have sworn your captain was blushing as her eyes met yours.

“Thank you, captain,” Wind Rose said with salute.

“I also gotta give you your kudos, private. You really had me holding my breath. I thought Fleetfoot had you for sure,” Spitfire said.

“Thanks, but it wasn’t just me, I have Wind Rose to thank. Without her brains, we wouldn’t have beaten the speedster of the elite team,” you admitted. This time, your partner was the one who was blushing.

“Humble as always, aren’t we? Anyway, that’s a wrap for today. All of you return to your bunkers and get yourselves some rest,” Spitfire ordered as she finished writing down today’s progress on her clipboard. You were the only cadet who didn’t follow your instructions, at least not yet.

“So, Spitfire... are we still on for that date?” you asked. She answered your question with a question.

“You’re not having second thoughts, are you?” she asked playfully.

“Not even a little smidge,” you shook your head.

“Then yes, it’s still a date. Just remember to be there on time, I’m not a mare who enjoys being kept waiting,” she told you, poking your chest. “Anything else?”

“Nope, just checking. I’ll definitely see you on our date night,” you said before taking a chance and kissing Spitfire on her cheek. You relished the nice, soft feeling of her fur against your lips as you held it there for a few seconds. When you did pull away, you found yourself at a loss for words from looking at her beautiful eyes.

“Well, well, well, isn’t this something to see?!” The moment between you and Spitfire was virtually ruined when you turned to see Fleetfoot. It was obvious from that smirk, that she had seen the whole thing. You’ve done a remarkable job keeping your temper in check all this time, but eavesdropping on your private moment was the breaking point.

“CAN’T YOU TELL THIS IS PRIVATE?! KEEP OUT OF IT!!!” you shouted and small embers escaped your mouth with each word. Impressed and scared at the same time, the Wonderbolt executive got the hint and flew away before things got ugly.

“Calm that tone of yours kid, or you’ll be put through overtime,” Spitfire said, amused. Lucky for her, the moment Fleetfoot was out of sight you had already cooled down.

“I find it harder to decide if I’m more embarrassed now or before,” you said with a chuckle. “I think you should know this is going to be my first time going out on a date.”

“If it makes you feel better, out of all the dates I’ve had so far, you’ll the only one who knows how to have a good time,” Spitfire said. At that moment, you wondered if you should also admit that you were aware of her unsuccessful lovelife. You knew that doing so, would naturally get Spitfire curious and she ask who told you such things.

“Out of all the dates? Damn, you must be really attractive to win the hearts of so many stallions. I guess it’s no surprise, considering how gorgeous you are,” you said, earning a light punch from the flustered mare.

“Just shut up and get to the bunkers, soldier,” she chuckled. You shrugged it off and waved goodbye to your captain and soon to be marefriend before heading off like you were ordered. Truth to be told, you were more eager for tomorrow than you have been in a long time.

Despite Fleetfoot overhearing yesterday’s conversation, none of the other Wonderbolts seemed aware of your date tonight, since none of them asked about it. After another hard day’s work, you joined up with Spitfire at a nice, fancy restaurant called Gourmet Cloudsdale. Actually to be more accurate, you made a quick visit into town to buy a suit with the bits you got from Ember and then met up with the Wonderbolt captain.

“Nice to see you’re a man of your word. And those are some pretty sharp threads,” she complimented.

“Look who’s talking. That’s one gorgeous dress you’ve got on there,” you replied. What you said was the farthest thing from an exaggeration. She wore a silk, red, sleeveless dress with the addition of that lovely necklace that had her cutie mark embedded in it. “Dragon Lord Ember gave me a good amount of bits before I left the Dragon Lands, so I’ll cover everything.”

“That’s good to hear. Shall we head inside?” Spitfire asked.

“Of course,” you smiled. You opened up the door and even with half of you being a dragon, you still acted as a gentleman and allowed your date to walk inside first.

“Table for two?” the stallion behind the counter asked, stroking his mustache.

“You got it, Taste Bud,” Spitfire said, apparently knowing the host.

“Is he a friend of yours?” you asked.

“The two of us go way back, kid. Let’s get our seat, then we can begin story time,” Spitfire insisted.

“Right this way, please,” Taste Bud said. You and Spitfire followed him and ignoring the eyes of the other guests, you were given a nice table by the window. Half of you couldn’t really blame that these ponies were looking at you. After all, you were a half dragon man and your date was the renowned leader of the Wonderbolts.

“Here we are,” Taste said. You and Spitfire sat down next to each other before you were given your menus. “Take your time deciding your order, I’ll make sure to have a waiter come to your table in a moment.”

“Cool, thanks a bunch, Taste,” Spitfire said. With a bow, the host returned to his place at the counter.

“So, how did you and Taste Bud know each other?” you asked.

“We used to be good friends and played together almost every day. However, it was hard for me to keep seeing him because of my overprotective dad. Yeah, I was one of those fillies who had overprotective daddy issues. It was so embarrassing,” Spitfire said and squeezed her forehead.

“Damn, was he that much of a buzzkill?” you asked.

“Afraid so, he kept me on a tight leash. Mom, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. She gave me a fair amount of liberty growing up. But that wasn’t enough to stop my dad from keeping the colts away. My mom couldn’t stand his overprotective attitude over me, always using the “I’m just protecting my little girl” excuse. Eventually, things escalated to the point where she and dad got a divorce.”

You couldn’t keep your mouth closed any longer, due to how similar you and Spitfire’s parents were with only one major difference.

“Sounds just like the problem I had with my mom. She wouldn’t let me out of arms length while I was growing up. My dad was always the supportive one. He was excited about how I wanted to join the Navy as a member of the Blue Angels. My mom was way too scared to let me join and was totally against the idea,” you explained.

“Sounds like you and your dad were pretty close. Maybe he could teach my dad a thing or two about parenting,” Spitfire said with a shrug.

Ending the conversation at least for now, you both took a look at your menus. It still surprised you that in a world of talking ponies, they actually serve meat now due to all the recent humans that have been stranded here. Because of this, you were sure your beautiful date here wouldn’t be too disgusted by your choice to order the grilled king crab. Spitfire on the other hand, seemed to have decided on the vegetable clam chowder bowl with a glass of wine.

You picked the right time to decide what you wanted, as you could see your waiter approaching your table. She was a unicorn mare with a orange coat and had a baby blue mane.

“Hello, my name is Pumpkin Harvest and I’ll be taking care of you,” she said sweetly and got out a small notepad and pencil. Knowing the drill, you told Pumpkin what you wanted to eat and returned your menus. Spitfire told what she wanted and gave Pumpkin the menu afterwards. “Thank you, I will have them delivered to you as soon as possible. Would you like anything to drink in the meantime?”

“Sure, a tall glass of water will do the trick. I can’t drink when I gotta be prepared for practice,” you said and with that, the mare left to retrieve the refreshments.

“So back to what I was saying, what are these Blue Angels like? Were they anything like the Wonderbolts, or were they completely different?” Spitfire asked.

“In a way, they’re similar to the Wonderbolts. They perform air shows in several different places. Of course, the only way we usually flew was with jets,” you said. “I had a pretty amazing time as part of the crew, but… one day I had an unfortunate accident.”

“What happened?” Spitfire asked, but you found yourself unable to finish. “What happened?” she asked again, speaking a little louder this time.

“My jet got all buggy and blew an exhaust engine. I tried to eject out of my seat, but it wouldn’t work and I died the moment the jet hit the ocean and exploded. I would’ve died a second time had it not been for Ember changing my appearance a little,” you explained. Spitfire’s eyes widened in shock. “And to make things worse, my parents witnessed my death.”

“Aw man... I-I’m sorry to hear that. I hope your parents are doing alright,” she said.

“I hope so, too. I know that we had our share of ups and downs and I’ll never be able to see ‘me again, but I still treasure the things we did together. Because deep down, I still love them and I wouldn’t trade them for anything or anyone else in the world. I’m sure you feel the same way with your parents, too,” you replied.

“You got it, soldier.” Dropping the depressing subject, you moved to a new and better discussion of what you and Spitfire like to do in your spare time whenever you’re not training. Apparently, the yellow pegasus in front of you had a fondness for pie and taking long naps. Hearing her mention pie, you felt even hungrier than you were before.

Luckily, when your nose caught a delicious scent, you turned to see that Pumpkin Harvest had arrived just in time with both of your dishes. “Here you go, you two. Enjoy your meals and have a wonderful evening,” she said.

Taking another whiff, you savored the scent and grabbed your glass. “Well, Spitfire. Here’s to having a fun night between us,” you said.

Spitfire went along, chuckling while lifting her glass of wine. “To us,” she said. The two of you tapped your drinks together and took a few sips before finally dining. Since wine was flammable, you stuck with water, unlike Spitfire. You didn’t want to find out what would happen if a fire-breathing creature like yourself drank alcohol. That, and you didn’t want to wake up with a hangover the morning.

You continued eating dinner went by without any problems and like you said, when you were finished, you took care of the check with the bits you got from Ember. Still, who said your date had to end there? Right now, you were struggling to stop yourself from blushing as Spitfire held onto your arm. Neither one of you protested against an evening stroll through Cloudsdale, even if some ponies were looking at you. It wasn’t going to ruin your time alone with the captain.

“This place sure is beautiful, isn’t it?” you asked, hoping to start a conversation to divert your attention away from Spitfire’s huge bust pressing against you.

“Is that even a question?” Spitfire asked, smirking. “By the way, thanks for paying. You really saved my flank back there. If I was the one who had to handle that check, I’d lose what’s left of my bits and not be able to get groceries.” You chuckled a little bit.

“Always happy to help. Though, now that I think about it, Cloudsdale may be beautiful, but it pales in comparison to how beautiful you are,” you said.

“Is that so? Care to prove it?” Spitfire asked. Cupping her cheek, you pull her in a little ways while you moved yourself closer to her and planted your lips onto hers. Her eyes went wide for a second, but she closed them once she adjusted to the unexpected kiss. And for the icing on the cake, you gave her a warm hug with both your arms and your wings.

Shielded from anyone who might be nearby, you paid no attention to how long you held the kiss. After a good long minute, you let Spitfire’s lips go and folded up your wings. “Is that proof enough for you?” you rhetorically asked, brushing her cheek with a single claw.

“Sweet goddesses, I think I’ve fallen in love...” Spitfire sighed, as if she were in a daze. Her wings spreaded out from the excitement and you could see that her feathers were ruffling. Without warning, she pushed you to the ground and you found yourself kissing her again and again. Needless to say, you were going to be here for a while.

By the time, you stopped making out, the sun was nowhere to be seen. Planting your last kiss for the night on the captain’s forehead, you helped her back onto her hooves.

“Wow... you’re a really good kisser...” you said, still in disbelief that you’ve been kissing her for that long.

“So you admit I’m better than you at it?” Spitfire asked, smirking. You were fond of the mare, but you weren’t going to agree to that.

“You kidding me? I kissed you way better. I saw how you melted away during our little session,” you said, booping her on the nose.

“How about this, lover boy. Come by my house some time after your basic training graduation, then we’ll see who’s the better kisser,” she cooed. Pulling your arm and leading you back in the direction you came, you wondered if there was something she wasn’t telling you. Such curious thoughts were interrupted when you once again felt Spitfire’s impressive pair of breasts press against your arm.

‘Why do they have to be so soft...?!’ you thought, swallowing hard. You only hoped you could make it back to the academy without looking like a complete idiot.

Basic training continued at the academy and so did your relationship with Spitfire. Today, pretty much both the executives and the recruits were aware that you had feelings for their captain. Thankfully, they took it from Fleetfoot that you had a short temper so you rarely got teased as you went on with your training.

Today was especially special, as after 10 weeks of unbelievable aerial exercise, you had graduated and would be getting your first performance in Manehattan. Of course, you haven’t had the time to pay a visit, but apparently, it’s one of the biggest cities in Equestria. You were just about finished with your time in the shower, making sure to get yourself refreshed before your big day. After turning the water off, you admired how clean and shiny your scales looked for a second before stepping out with a towel wrapped around your waist.

“Feeling a little better, kid?” You saw that sitting on your bed with her legs crossed was none other than your fiery lover. You rolled your eyes, wishing she’d stop calling you that.

“Yup, it sure feels great to have a clean body,” you answered, once again looking at your scales. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but what are you doing here?” With a smile, your marefriend reached behind her and presented you with a jacket.

“Wanted to make your place on the team official, Blaze,” she chuckled and you took the jacket and gave it a good look. At first, the name Blaze was just an affectionate nickname Spitfire gave you. However, it turned out every Wonderbolt has screwed up in a way and therefore given a nickname to match the mistake. In your case, whether or not by coincidence, the others started calling you Blaze because of your temper and how one time, you couldn’t stop yourself from accidentally setting one of your teammates’ bed sheets on fire.

“It’s a perfect fit!” you happily exclaimed after trying on your gift. It was true that you were a little embarrassed that the jacket had your nickname, as well as a picture of flames sewed onto it, but it was still a thoughtful present. Seeing how happy you were, Spitfire gave you a quick peck on the lips.

“Glad you like it, Blaze. I know it’s not the best nickname, but it’s much better than what my comrades call me,” she said and whispered the name into your ear. Your eyes went wide from what she just told you and you felt a lot less embarrassed and more relieved about what you did to earn you your nickname.

“Well... I’m gonna get dressed... I’ll meet you and the others shortly...” you awkwardly said, desperate to end the conversation after hearing a very unusual name.

Walking out of the changing room, you joined up with your comrades, putting on your best confident smirk. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting. So, are you ready to give those ponies one hell of a show?” you asked, earning yet another of Spitfire’s playful punches to the arm.

“I’m ready when you are. Just try and keep up... if you can,” Spitfire said with a playful wink.

Outside, the rest of your teammates were ready to depart for Manehattan. Of course, they couldn’t leave without you, let alone Captain Spitfire. Once everyone was together, you unfolded your wings, getting ready for take-off.

“This is it, troops! It’s time to strut our stuff! Next stop: Manehattan! Now let’s go, the train will leave soon!” Spitfire shouted, enforcing her role as the team leader.

“Yes ma’am!” you all said in unison. When all is said and done, you took to the skies and flew off to the Ponyville train station. You had to make sure to get there quickly before the train left in the next half hour.

While Ponyville was indeed a good distance away from Cloudsdale, after all your training with both Torch and the Wonderbolts, it took more than such a flight to make you tired. A flight from Cloudsdale to Manehattan on the other hand sounds like a challenge, all the more reason to take a train.

Thankfully, you and your team reached the station in no more than 25 minutes, which was enough time to get the tickets. For the remaining time left, you and the team just chilled out in your seats until the train finally powered up and started moving. You were excited to finally perform your very first show in what felt like forever.

You only wished your parents could see you. You reconsidered your wishes however, when you realized your mother would have a heart attack and faint if she saw you in your current state. On the bright side, at least they’d know you were still alive.

Even if you wanted to plug your ears, you doubted you could block out all the ponies cheering in the audience. There must’ve been hundreds of thousands of ponies out in the audience, cheering for you and your teammates. Anyway, that wasn’t worth focusing on right now, as you were currently trying to gain a slight lead in a sky race with the others.

Currently in front of you were Spitfire and Rainbow Dash. Bringing up the rear was Fleetfoot, Soarin and Thunderlane. As the race progressed, you couldn’t reach Rainbow Dash or Spitfire fast enough to pass them up. It’d take a miracle to gain the lead. However, no such miracle was going to present itself to you in today’s competition.

Nevertheless, you kept going just so you could try and hold 3rd place. If you kept focusing on the depression of not coming in first, it might slow you down, and you couldn’t that happen when you’ve come this far. With enough time to flash a toothy grin, you passed the finish line after Rainbow Dash and Spitfire. Soarin came behind you with 4th place.

You looked up at Spitfire who stood at the top of the podium that had the 1 sign on the front. Rainbow stood on Spitfire’s right on the 2 podium and you stood on the 3 podium on your captain’s left. You then looked down at your fellow Wonderbolts, smiling as they clapped along with the audience.

Your attention is brought back to Spitfire and Rainbow, giving them both a thumbs up and received one in return from both mares. With the way your captain looked at you, it was clear she had a few things to say to you. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the right spot for a private conversation, so you were gonna have to wait until after the show.

“You’re not jealous, are you kid?” Spitfire asked, elbowing your side as you walked out with the rest of the team.

“Why should I be? You were the fastest one today. But one day, I’ll take home the gold! So enjoy your victory, Spitfire,” you said. At that moment, Rainbow got in your face.

“Dude, that’s my line!” she challenged and pretty soon, you all broke out laughing. This proved that even after intense aerial training, a Wonderbolt still has their moments. It’s just like back in the Navy, only there’s a lot less conflict with the Wonderbolts and you were now dating the the team’s smoking hot captain.

Anyway, now that the race was finished, it was time to move onto figuring out where you would be sleeping. Manehattan has some of the fanciest hotels you could find, but Spitfire was holding your arm keeping you from going inside.

“What do you mean we’re going back to Cloudsdale already?” you asked incredulously. You barely managed to keep yourself from yelling. The others were just as confused, as their captain didn’t have any problems allowing them to spend the night at this 5-Star hotel. Since this was getting a little awkward, Soarin ushered the team inside, leaving you alone with your marefriend.

“I believe I told you on our first date that we would have a special surprise planned once you finally graduated...” She was stretching the truth a little bit, as you remembered she wanted another chance to see who was the better kisser. She didn’t say anything about a surprise. What was she thinking?

“What kind of surprise?” you asked.

“You’ll find out soon once we get back,” Spitfire said. “Now, follow me, the last train is about to leave, so try to keep up.” Though you still couldn’t figure out what the mare was up to, it was definitely making her more excited than usual. Anyways, you wanted to find out what she had planned, so you followed her back to the station as quickly as possible.

With the unexpected change in plans for tonight, you barely managed to make it and catch your ride back to Ponyville. This was the last train to go to Ponyville before the next one at 6 in the morning and Spitfire made it clear she wanted to get back to her house at the first opportunity.

‘Honestly... What is she plotting?’ you thought and began squinting your slit eyes. However, when your marefriend’s massive breasts pressed into your arm, your eyes went wide and you began to assume what she wanted. ‘S-She... Does she actually want to do... that...?’

You couldn’t find the strength to say anything, even as Spitfire’s bust stayed pressed up against your arm. You only hoped that a certain part of you wouldn’t come to life and make a scene since other ponies were on the train.

“So... have you figured it out yet, Blaze?” Spitfire asked after you entered her house. Your back was pressed against the wall, as your lover here looked up at you, seductively.

“I definitely got the hint back on the train when you smothered my arm with your sexy rack,” you said, smirking. It’s true you were nervous when you were on your way back to Cloudsdale, but as those huge H-cup breasts once again squished against your scales, your attitude soon changed into a smug one. At that moment, you just couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing ahold of one of her breasts, making Spitfire moan as your claws dug through her clothes.

“If... If you ruin my outfit here, you’ll be on probation for a month!” she snarled. You couldn’t help chuckling, as she went back to being aggressive.

“Not a problem, babe, I respect that you want to make sure it stays in one piece. Which is why I’m gonna do... this!” Upon saying that last word, you reached for her jumpsuit zipper and yanked it down. Naturally, you made sure not to rip the suit up as you helped undress her. Once she was out of her Wonderbolt uniform, you grabbed her breast again.

“D-Don’t lie to me, how long have you been... w-waiting to do t-this?” she asked, stuttering because of your claws.

“To be honest, I’ve been DYING to get my hands on these things ever since our first date, but I knew back then wasn’t the right time to make a move. However, since you beat me on getting things started, I might as well show you how I wanted to woe you anyways,” you explained.

Spitfire flashed a toothy grin and started pulling your jumpsuit off, leaving you completely naked as well. No more words were said, instead, you were forced to leave your clothes on the floor as Spitfire dragged you to the bedroom. Once the door was closed and locked, Spitfire forcefully pushed you onto her bed and leaped on top of you.

“Get ready soldier... because I’m about to rock your world... hard!” she said with a sultry growl. She finished off her statement with a kiss to your lips before turning her body around, positioning herself so that her dripping pussy was right in you.

“What do you want-” Spitfire answered the upcoming question by forcing her huge rear onto your face. Though you were unfamiliar with this kind of activity, feeling your face get wet with her juices, you acted without thinking and gave her pussy a lick. Spitfire shivered as you caught on, but she had a plan of her own to make you squirm.

You couldn’t see what she was doing, but you did feel her hands cup your groin and took most of your hardened shaft into her mouth. You groaned in satisfaction and continued eating out her pussy. However, you soon got more devious and pulled away so you could start nibbling on her plump ass, making Spitfire moan on your manhood. Of course, you had to be careful, as dragons had enough power in their fangs to break gems and eat them like candy.

“Outside of work hours, you ain’t the boss of me!” you playfully growled and delivered a good spank onto her flame cutie mark. Spitfire shrieked on your cock and sucked you even harder while putting more effort into massaging your balls. You moaned and switched back to her pussy, sinking your tongue deep inside her love canal.

“So even after all that training, you still have the nerve to talk back to your captain?” your hot-headed, horny boss asked playfully and started shaking her ass in your face.

“And what if I were to say “yes?” you retort in the same playful manner. If that weren’t enough defiance, you gave into your urges as she shook her rear at you and spanked it yet again, followed by another gentle bite.

“Mmm! Then you’d better fuck me until I can’t walk right for a week,” she urged right before getting back to bobbing up and down on your big, meaty stick. Unlike last time, she took in every inch of your shaft and swirled her tongue around the base. Her constant moaning sent endless vibrations throughout your body.

Your instincts drove you into eating out her pussy, flicking her clit with your tongue and spanking her plump ass cheeks in a combo attack. All the while, you made sure to control your power so your hard scales wouldn’t leave scars.

You felt her inner walls clenching your serpentine tongue in a vice grip, signifying that she was getting close to climaxing. Nevertheless, you two kept at it, trying to see which of you would give in first. It was a race and you weren’t planning on losing. After giving her ass enough punishment, you slurped up her juices and played with her love button.

Soon enough, neither of you could hold it in any longer. To your delight, you ended up winning the little race when a spray of liquid honey shot into your mouth like a stream of water bursting free from a dam. You finally let loose your jets of seed inside Spitfire’s mouth a short second after she let loose hers. Both of you gulped down each other’s cum until both of you ran on empty.

“Did you enjoy that, kid?” Spitfire asked, obvious not upset that she lost the competition. Rather, she smiled and licked away some of your seed from her lips in a very sexy manner. Believe it or not, that was all it took to keep your manhood from going soft. Rather than answer, you smirked and decided to get back at her for treating you like a child again.

With an evil smirk, you caught Spitfire off-guard when you sat her up with you. You then began to play with her wings, giving her neck a few nibbles here and there, then finally fondling her enormous boobs roughly with your vacant hand. Once again, the mare moaned and squirmed from your sharp claws digging into her fur.

“I love you...” you growled softly, greatly confusing your marefriend.

“W-Wha-? Are y-you s-s-serious...?” she stuttered from the punishment she’s still receiving. You chuckled as you temporarily released her breasts so you could gently move her to lay on her back. Now that she looked more comfortable, you went back to having your way with her H-cup beauties.

“Why not? You’re the only mare who’s captured my heart. So strong... so commanding... so independent. Your skills in bed are just a bonus,” you whispered. Surprisingly, Spitfire blushed in a way you’ve never seen before when you complimented her like that. Giving into your draconic instincts in another way, you leaned down and licked her cheek.

“N-N-No one’s... ever s-s-said that... t-to me...” she stuttered again. As you continued licking her cheek, you caught something wet and salty. You stopped for a moment to get a look at Spitfire and your eyes widened to see that she, the captain of the Wonderbolts and one of the toughest mares around, was crying. By now, you stopped your playful little act and looked at her with concern.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?” you asked, no longer feeling anywhere close to aggressive.

“Get down here and kiss me again, stud,” she commanded, pulling you into a deep lip-lock. Your eyes widened, then slowly closed as you placed your hands on your temperamental lover’s shoulders, keeping your tongue intertwined with hers all the while. Spitfire kept her lips locked onto yours for a little longer before separating, leaving you both out of breath.

“So... which one of us... is the better kisser?” you breathed and pinched her nipple to try and force out the answer you wanted to hear.

“You... You are, Blaze... Ah!” she yelped, as you still didn’t let go of her nipple and even began pinching the other one. “What are you doing?! I said you’re better, didn’t I?!”

“I know, I just can’t resist the temptation since you make the cutest sounds,” you chuckled and to prove your point, you pinched her a little harder to make her squeal again. What’s more is that she started blushing angrily from the way you were treating her. “And also, this is payback for treating me like a kid.”

“Okay, I get it!” she said, trying to stifle her moan. “Now hurry up and... p-put it inside me!” she stuttered, trying to sound like she’s in command. You didn’t listen and went back to licking her cheek affectionately. And to torture her some more, you rubbed your cock against her pussy lips without entering her.

“Say the magic word, my dear...” you whispered.

“P-P-Please...?” You were caught off guard when she gave some impressive puppy dog eyes and decided to stop tormenting the poor thing... at least for now. You aimed your mighty spear directly at her wet, begging entrance and Spitfire bit her lip as her tight walls made way for your manhood. Because of how tight she was, you instinctively grabbed one of her breasts again.

“T-Too... tight for you, B-Blaze...?” Spitfire asked, loving how she had another chance to be smug with you. Giving her a clear view of your fangs as you started growling, you grabbed her hips and slammed your cock all the way inside her. “OH YES! THAT’S THE STUFF, BLAZE!” she screamed, feeling the tip hitting her womb entrance before it pulled back.

You made your choice of how to do things from here based on what you knew about Spitfire. Since she was both fast and tough when she was on the job, you decided to be the same by biting onto her neck, but you were careful not to draw blood. Meanwhile, you continuously rammed your meat hammer in and out of her wet passage, emitting low growls and wet slaps.

You wondered if you were strong enough to hold the mare in your arms and the moment her legs wrapped around your back, you reached behind her back to pick her up. Spitfire was a bit shocked that you were already changing positions, as you could tell from the look in her eyes.

“Hold on tight!” you growled, keeping one arm around her back, while the other went down to fondle her rear. Spitfire moaned contently, throwing her head back as you started to bounce her on your throbbing, scaly shaft. You were hitting her in all the right places and clearly turning her into a horny mess.

Each time you slammed her down, your marefriend would make these pleasured grunts and held onto you for dear life. Your eyes constantly drift back and forth from her sexy, slutty expression to her huge, bouncing bosom. You found yourself falling in love with her even more-so that you banged her even harder. If you didn’t know any better, Spitfire’s feelings for you are improving as well.

Bouncing her for about 5 more minutes, you decided to stop hogging all the fun and changed positions yet again. After walking back to the bed, Spitfire looked at you with an eyebrow raised as you pulled her off of your manhood and laid down.

“It’s your turn, babe,” you said, patting your lap with a smile. Quickly getting the idea, Spitfire returned your smile and climbed on top of you. Grabbing your shaft, she sinks it back inside her pussy and begins riding you. As you expected, she rode you hard and fast, torturing you by mashing her breasts onto your chest.

“You’re at my mercy now, babe! Now shut up and let your captain take over from here on out!” she commanded, seductively and moved her hips in circles. She continued on with the treatment, driving you insane with her sweet bed skills.

You and Spitfire stared at each other with your eyes half-lidded and cheeks flushed from all this excitement. Looking at those lovely, inviting lips in front of you, who could honestly expect you to resist the temptation kissing her? She allowed it and you wrapped your arms around each other as you made out passionately.

The pleasure was getting to the both of you once again. Your balls swelled up, ready to blow at any second. Her pussy constricted around your cock, getting wetter and more slippery. Thinking about what Spitfire just said, you had another one of your mood swings and decided to retake control.

Spitfire yelped when you pulled out so suddenly and re-positioned yourselves to where she was now on her hands and knees and you were ready to plow her from behind, in which you did. You completely rammed your cock back inside her wanting nethers with such ferocity, her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

“You were confused, you are at MY mercy, Spitfire!” you snarled and grabbed both of her beautiful breasts and pinched her nipples. You knew her weaknesses all too well. “Who do you belong to?”

“I... belong t-to... you, my... my g-general!” she yelled, but you weren’t satisfied.

“Is that the best a drill sergeant can do?! WHO DO YOU BELONG TO?!” you asked again.

“I BELONG TO YOU, GENERAL BLAZE! YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN ROUGH ME UP SO INTENSELY! YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO PLANT YOUR FOALS IN ME AND USE ME AS YOU PLEASE! GO AHEAD AND CLAIM YOUR PRIZE!” she screamed. Now that was the kind of tone you were looking for and you stopped pinching her nipples to let her know she did well.

“That’s my girl. I’m so gonna knock you up after that. You’ll be the most badass mom in all of Cloudsdale,” you said, ramming inside her even faster. You’ve done well prolonging your release to get some good screams out of your lover, but time was running out.

Soon, your balls swelled up even further and Spitfire’s pussy continued to tighten around your meat stick. You couldn’t hold it in any longer and with the mighty roar of a dragon, you hilted all the way inside her, filling her womb with your cum. Spitfire moaned with her tongue sticking out as your hot seed invaded her depths.

You kept pumping inside her fertile womb, making sure you didn’t fail to plant your children inside of her. The fact that you were breeding the love of your life, made you feel nothing short of overjoyed. Finally on the 7th spurt, you pulled out and collapsed right next to her. Quite ironically, Spitfire decided to use your hard, scaly chest as a pillow, but you didn’t complain one bit.

“I meant what I said, you know,” you said, running your claws through your marefriend’s wild mane. Your other hand was stroking her belly, which was now full of your sperm. “You’re a handful at times, but I’ve seen how sweet and gentle you can be at times. I know you’d be a wonderful mother.” Smiling with tears in her eyes, Spitfire leaned up and kissed your chin.

“Yeah well, when the baby begins to form, Soarin will have to take my place again for a little bit longer this time,” she chuckled. “I’ve had lots of lovers, but I can tell that my relationship with you is official.” She reached up and began stroking your chin with an adoring look. However, the tender moment was interrupted when you grabbed Spitfire and sat back up with her back on your lap.

“Tell me, my lusty lover... have you ever experienced... the almighty hardcore hug-fucking?” you asked with a devious grin. Both hands grabbed her lovely rear and you got another chance to enjoy her soft fur as you played with her tush.

“You’re just a regular bundle of energy, aren’t you Blaze?” Spitfire asked, rubbing the back of your head as you began to lick and suckle on her neck. “Go ahead, rut me some more, my sexy stud.” That was the only signal you needed to put your cock back into her pussy and ram her as if your life depended on it. Since this was also punishment, you began to pull on Spitfire’s tail, making her shriek in both pleasure and pain.

Listening to the sounds of her sexy voice as you continued to plow and punish her, was like music to your ears. To continue the torture, you stopped licking her and instead, pulled her up slightly so you could latch onto and suck one her nipples. You also rolled the bud in between your fangs, careful not to pierce it. Suddenly, your lover began to chuckle.

“You... You l-look like an i-infant... B-Blaze,” Spitfire teased, but that was a big mistake on her part. Letting go of her breast, you looked into her eyes.

“I’m sorry, but... what was it you just called me?” you asked before giving her ass another spanking, making her yelp. “Go on, say it again! I dare you to SAY IT AGAIN!” You spanked her even harder when you yelled the last part.

Throughout the night, Spitfire never got the presence of mind to repeat her insult, as you didn’t let up for even a second. You weren’t keeping count, but you must have blown your load inside her at least six times by now. The bed sheets were an absolute mess, but since you were having so much fun, neither of you found any reason to care.

“Y-You are d-definitely n-not an infant... Ah! Y-You’re a beast...!” Spitfire moaned, as you were now taking her in the spooning position. Of course, in this position, you couldn’t turn down the chance to squeeze one of her beautiful H-cup melons. You’ve also toned down on the punishment and went back to showering Spitfire’s neck with loving licks. On top of that, you used your tail to tenderly rub her slightly bloated belly. There was no doubt that she would get pregnant with how much you sprayed into her womb.

“You’re so sexy...” you whispered and licked her again.

“Aw... t-thank you, you b-beastly stud...” Spitfire whispered back with a giggle.

You pinched her nipple, hoping to signify that the pressure has returned to your groin. Deciding you weren’t putting enough effort into warning her, you wormed your other arm under her side to grab her other breast before going all out on her stuffed pussy.

Spitfire definitely got the warning that time and looked over at you with a smile that told you to go right ahead and let it all out. It was practically impossible by this point to hold back your release and instead of licking her, you went back to nibbling Spitfire’s neck just before you blasted into her marehood for the last time. She moaned weakly as she felt her belly bloat more. It felt so good, she sprayed your cock with her love nectar before going limp.

“Oh wow... Never in my life... has any stallion... ever made me feel... so satisfied... You really are... a beast, Blaze...” she panted happily and went back to using your chest as a pillow. You meanwhile, went back to stroking her mane, which was now far more messy than usual.

“Glad to... hear it, sweetie...” you said between breaths and began playing with one of her ears. “By the way... I hope I didn’t... rough you up... too much...”

“Bah, a few spankings... and some nibble marks... aren’t so bad. Of course... the others are definitely... going to piece this whole thing... together eventually...” Spitfire said.

“Eh, I’m not... too worried. In fact... I hope they find out. This’ll... let the other stallions know... they just missed out... on landing a sexy captain...”

“You really are... a perv, you know that?” she chuckled. “But then again... you’re my perv.” Having said that, Spitfire leaned up and kissed you tenderly on the lips. “Love ya, Blaze.”

“I love you too, Spitfire...” you replied. Boy, this was certainly one hell of a story you’ll definitely tell your friends about. You, a former member of the Navy’s Blue Angels, is now a member of the Wonderbolts and to top it off, you’ve landed yourself both a marefriend... and a future wife. Life has certainly turned out for the better for both you... and Spitfire.