Unprofessional

The morning after and the days to come

Spitfire rolled around in bed as the morning sun crept through the window, and into her eyes. Wherever she turned, a bright orange blinded her. Finally she couldn’t take it any more. Sitting up, she stretched her wings and yawned. She had no idea how she’d managed to sleep through Soarin’s snoring, but one thing was certain; she hadn’t gotten nearly enough.

Turning around she found Soarin looking up at her through equally sleepy eyes. She gave him a warm smile, as the memories of yesterday came flooding back.

“How long have you been there?” she asked.

“Mmm, long enough. Sleep well?” he said and yawned.

“Not really. I don’t know if anypony’s ever told you, but you snore like an earth pony,” Spitfire said, laying back down and snuggling up close to him, “In fact, I could barely sleep at all,” she said, bumping his nose.

Soarin blushed slightly. “Well, when you’re single you really don’t know about stuff like that. Sorry,” he said as Spitfire put a hoof to his lips.

“Relax big guy, I’m not angry with ya,” she said and pulled his hoof over her. Soarin obliged and hugged Spitfire close. For a minute or so they just lay in bed together, basking in the early morning sun. Their breaths turned to puffs of steam in the cold air around them, not an uncommon thing for pegasi since they tended to live above the clouds.

“So how long have you been up?” Spitfire asked without looking at him.

Soarin just stared at the ceiling. “I just had to use the bathroom real quick, I didn’t want you to wake up alone in a strange place. To be honest I was a little shocked at first to find you here, for a moment I thought I’d just dreamt about yesterday,” he said.

“Really? Well, I can assure you, it most certainly happened,” Spitfire said with a playful smile, stroking Soarin’s chin.

“That would explain the pain,” Soarin said.

“What pain? Did I hurt you or something?”

“I don’t know if it was you specifically, but when I got up this morning my hind legs hurt like hell. Could barely walk.”

Spitfire snickered, making Soarin turn his head. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh nothing, you’re just bearing the signs of a job well done, that’s all,” Spitfire said and pecked his nose.

“I don’t think I get you,” Soarin said, cocking an eyebrow.

“You did stuff yesterday that your body wasn’t used to. You had to use your legs in ways they aren’t accustomed to, so there’s no mystery why they hurt. It’s like your first training session, your wings hurt like mad the day after, remember?”

Soarin groaned as he thought back to his time training for the Wonderbolts.

“Yeah, I remember. Only difference is that back then I didn’t get to wake up next to a beautiful mare. Instead I shared a bunk bed with a fat pegasus who took top,” Soarin said as Spitfire grabbed his head, looking him in the eye.

“Well, that was then, this is now,” she said and hugged him again. “So how was it last night? Did I live up to your expectations?”

“It was amazing…although I will admit, I thought I’d be able to last longer,” Soarin said, nuzzling Spitfire’s chest.

Spitfire sighed. “Look, it was your first time. Don’t worry, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be fucking like a champ. I’ll see to it myself,” Spitfire said playfully, slowly moving a hoof down Soarin’s stomach towards his nethers.

“W-what’re you doing?” Soarin asked, rather surprised by the sudden touch.

“Ever heard about the ‘morning after’,” Spitfire responded, moving her hoof in circles on Soarin’s stomach. Her body felt hot against his, no doubt from lying under the covers for so long. “Now hush and kiss me,” she added, pulling Soarin in. He happily obliged, closing his eyes as their lips connected. They started out mouths closed, but soon enough Spitfire felt Soarin’s tongue brush over her lips. She opened her mouth, allowing him full access as his tongue darted into her mouth, finding hers. Their tongues swirled around each other sloppily. They could both taste the morning breath of the other, but they were too lost in their newfound passion to care.

Spitfire slowly moved her hoof down his body until she bumped into something warm and slightly sticky. Soarin had already unsheathed, his member now rock hard and awaiting Spitfire’s touch. She pulled away from the kiss and smiled at him.

“Looks like your body decided to start ahead of you,” Spitfire said, lifting the covers slightly. Glancing at him, she found Soarin avoiding her gaze. “What’s wrong? I’ve already seen it a bunch of times; there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Soarin blushed slightly. “I guess I’m just not used to it yet.”

“Well, guess I’ll have to make you used to it then,” Spitfire said, giving him a quick kiss, before moving downwards under the blankets.

Soarin’s body still hurt from yesterday’s activities, and Spitfire’s touch sent mixtures of pain and pleasure throughout his being with each kiss and nibble. The weight of her body pressing against him was almost overbearing, pressing down on his aching form and making his rib cage feel like it was about to collapse. Feeling the hard edges of Spitfire’s hooves digging into his made Soarin grind teeth in sheer pain, but he wouldn’t stop her as she made her way towards his hot nethers, his erection begging for her attention.

But as she made her way down below his balls, Spitfire suddenly stopped for a moment before rising up, throwing off the blanket in the process. Her pupils shrunk to little dots and her nostrils flared, her hair almost curling up.

“W-what’s wrong?” Soarin asked before meeting Spitfire’s glare.

“You. Into the shower. Right. Now!”

*** *** ***

Hot water hissed over Soarin’s aching body, making him wince, almost forcing him out of the shower stall in the upstairs bathroom. Grinding his teeth he fought through the burning and looked at the dial on the knob; it was as cold as it could get, and yet it felt like he was being boiled alive. He slowly started scrubbing his coat, building up a nice lather. He hadn’t noticed it before, but the sex from the day before in combination with a night’s sleep in a warm bed had left a slight odor on him, and he certainly wasn’t berating Spitfire for not wanting to take him until he was at least somewhat clean.

While Soarin worked to get the smell off of himself, Spitfire took care of her own business in the bathroom, having borrowed an extra toothbrush from Soarin.

Sticking his head under the running water, Soarin allowed his mane to soak and plaster itself over his neck. He sighed in relief as the water finally reached tolerable temperatures, allowing him to just stand and relax.

“Hey, Soarin, you got any dental floss?” Spitfire asked.

“Middle shelf in the cabinet, hope you don’t mind non-flavored,” he responded.

“I actually prefer it that way,” Spitfire said and opened the cabinet. As she did, a flashback from earlier that night came to her, as she found herself looking for any more pills. There were none however, the only ones were probably down in the other bathroom.

“Hey, by the way, did you wake up sometime during the night?” came Soarin’s voice, snapping Spitfire out of her thoughts.

“Uh, yeah, I had to pee. Why?”

“Just wondering. I noticed this morning that there was a crack in the mirror, you know anything about that?”

Spitfire froze. He’d noticed that? Her heart sank like a stone in water. Figuring that he’d probably noticed the mess inside the cabinet, she steeled herself for the worst.

“Yes, I managed to bump my head in the mirror,” Spitfire said in a somewhat defeated tone. Soarin opened the glass door and peeked out.

“Oh, you didn’t hurt yourself, I hope?”

“No…Well, I got a scratch, but nothing major,” Spitfire said.

“Oh good, for a moment I thought things had gone really bad.”

“So, you’re not mad about me crashing your mirror on my first visit?”

“Mmm, a little, maybe, but I was going to replace that mirror anyway, so it’s no biggie,” Soarin said and poured some soap onto his hoof, lathering up his body. “Ouch…dammit…”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just hurting from yesterday is all…hey, wanna come inside and help me wash my back? It’s gonna be a bit hard to reach…” Soarin said in the best playful tone he could. Spitfire instantly forgot about her worries and opened the door, taking a step into the shower before backing out.

“What the hell, how cold do you shower?” Spitfire said, shivering slightly.

“Oh, right, sorry about that,” Soarin said with a chuckle and turned the dial up, his body having grown accustomed to the water, though he still winced as it heated up. Spitfire waited a moment before stepping into the stall, Soarin making as much room for her as he could muster without merging with the wall. After a bit of struggling and maneuvering they both had enough room to move inside the stall, and Spitfire poured a generous amount of soap into her hooves, going to work on Soarin’s back. Her stallion winced through gritted teeth as Spitfire rubbed the base of his wings, going down his back with her hooves to softly massage his flanks. Even the slightest touch sent a jolt of pain throughout him, but the same touch brought on a relaxing sensation that was worth the hurt.

Spitfire took the opportunity to really feel up Soarin, slowly working her hooves over his muscles, pressing on every bump and going into every crevice. He certainly was well-built for somepony who ate as many sweets as he did. Spitfire guessed he probably got a lot of exercise in between all the pies. His flight muscles were most impressive to say the least, the base of his wings being almost as thick as her foreleg, but he still had an ample amount of fat on his body, giving her the impression of lathering up a large stuffed animal. She snickered at the thought and moved closer, pressing her muzzle against his wet mane, warm water running over her face as the fresh smell of soap filled her nostrils.

She kept massaging his sides, eliciting a snicker from Soarin which she ignored, and kept feeling him up. His sides were soft and slick from her rubbing and the water streaming over them both. Slowly she moved her hooves around him until they met at the other side, going up over his chest towards his neck. Spitfire moaned into his wet mane as her hooves passed over his chest. Feeling the speeding beats of his heart, Spitfire knew he was getting off on the treatment, and decided to finish what she’d started in bed earlier.

On his end, Soarin could barely focus as his body drifted between pain and pleasure. Spitfire massaging his sore body had become utterly heavenly, and even when she pressed too hard on certain spots he didn’t voice any discomfort. It was a strange feeling for sure, but Soarin slowly started looking forward to the next time she’d reach a sensitive spot. Though it hurt, it was a good kind of pain, one he could see himself getting used to, maybe even something he could get into. While he’d never seen himself as being into some of the more kinky sides of sex, that image of himself melted away as Spitfire pressed right below his rib cage, the sudden jolt of pain almost causing him to scream outright. Instead he steeled himself and kept to a wince.

“Mmm, did I hurt you?” Spitfire asked without taking her muzzle out of Soarin’s mane.

“Mhmm, no, just keep going, it feels damn good,” Soarin said as the pain subdued.

Spitfire obeyed, rubbing her hooves back down over his stomach towards his crotch. Steam built around them, heating up their already warm bodies. The water kept pouring over them as Spitfire felt something holding her hoof back.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ehm, if you’re gonna do it down there, use that instead,” Soarin said, pointing to a different bottle of soap. “It’s easier on those areas,” he added.

Spitfire smiled deviously. “Oh my, I didn’t know you cared so much. For a single guy you’re surprisingly considerate about yourself,” she said with a chuckle and gave his ass a firm smack, electing a yelp from Soarin. She did as he asked, however, quickly washing the soap of her hooves and grabbing the other bottle, pouring a rather generous amount into both hooves and started working his lower body until a nice lathering had once again built up. Moving down she finally found her target, as the soft fur gave way to naked skin made all the more slippery by the water. He hadn’t unsheathed yet, which struck Spitfire as a little odd, but nevertheless she went to work, rubbing her soaped hooves around his sheath and down over his balls. She took care not to accidentally smack his crown jewels, though she still got a squeak out of him as she cupped one of them, moving her hoof around it before letting it drop as she went to work on the other.

Soarin panted heavily from the treatment of his precious orbs. Trusting that Spitfire wouldn’t try and hurt him he slowly kneeled down as the standing started becoming uncomfortable, Spitfire following his motions without a word. The soft treatment quickly took effect, as his cock slid out, becoming semi-erect in no time. Spitfire took notice and moved away from his balls, focusing her attention on his growing erection. Soarin gasped as she took the semi-hard dick into her hooves.

“Mmm, you like touching my privates, don’t you, Spitfire?” Soarin said with a grin, grabbing hold of one of her hooves, stroking it against his slick dick.

“Heh, you say it almost like it was a bad thing,” Spitfire responded, licking Soarin’s neck. “Now why don’t you show me how you usually handle this thing,” she added playfully, giving his cock a few swift strokes.

“Just keep going like that…ah,” Soarin moaned as Spitfire jacked him off, hot water running in small rivers over his stomach and down over the base of his dick. He leaned his head back against Spitfire’s shoulder, stroking his cheek against hers. She licked his wet cheek. Soarin took the hint and turned his head, leaning into an awkwardly positioned, but nevertheless passionate kiss, their tongues locking immediately. They parted after a minute or so to catch their breaths, before resuming. Spitfire wrestled her tongue around his, having more experience from previous relationships, catching Soarin of guard.

She never let go of his cock, stroking continuously as they made out. She alternated between hard, fast strokes that sent Soarin speeding towards an orgasm, only to slow down just as he was about to cum and play with his balls or just give his cock a long stroke. She never allowed him to go limp, and the moment his flesh felt just a little soft she’d jack harder. She took the time to feel him up too, touching on every vein running up his cock. His sensitive flesh twitched with every little touch, threatening to unload with each passing second.

Spitfire broke the kiss again. “Against the wall,” she said.

“W-what?” Soarin said before Spitfire pulled him backwards, pushing his back against the cold wall, electing a yelp from him.

“That’s enough warm-up for ya, it’s time I finished what I started,” Spitfire said, bumping his cock with a hoof, “Now listen, I know you’re close, but if you can last more than five minutes I’ll let you do something real special. If you fail, you’ll be punished, understood?”

Spitfire didn’t wait for Soarin’s answer, as she splashed some water onto his cock to get the soap of. She hungrily went down on him, taking his entire dick into her mouth until her nose pressed against the base.

Soarin gasped and reared back, almost hitting his head in the process. The warmth and tightness of Spitfire’s mouth quickly overwhelmed him. Preventing himself from cumming instantly became a lot harder.

He squirmed and panted, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as Spitfire began sucking on his swollen meat, rolling her tongue over the head, poking his urethra with the tip as pre started dribbling out. She pulled back until only the head was still inside her mouth. Grabbing hold of his cock with her hooves she started jacking it, all while suckling greedily on the head, running her tongue in circles around it.

Spitfire enjoyed watching him suffer. From her spot she could look up and see the pained expressions on Soarin’s face as he fought the urge to cum, his eyes closed as he no doubt tried to focus. She would’ve smiled, had her mouth not been filled to the brim with slick cock. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep it up for five minutes, she decided to not postpone the inevitable. She once again took his entire length into her mouth then slid it out again, jacking it hard.

“You’re about to cum, aren’t you?” she said with a smirk.

“Y-yes, I can’t hold it…” Soarin said between gritted teeth.

“And you remember what I said would happen if you failed?”

“Yeah…sorry, I just can’t help it.”

“It’s okay, I won’t punish you too severely, at least not this time,” she said playfully as she felt his dick twitch in her hooves. Watching the head swell up to almost double its size, Spitfire ducked as a powerful squirt of cum shot from his dick, hitting the opposite wall. It was followed closely by another, less powerful shot that landed on the floor behind her. The rest of his load dribbled out in a thick stream, coating his cockhead in a thin layer of white. Soarin slid down the wall until he sat, leaning against it. His heart beat fast, chest heaving up and down from the powerful orgasm.

“Whew…that was ama-“ Soarin’s speech was cut short as Spitfire’s ass was suddenly shoved into his face, his eyes staring right at the base of her tail.

“Quiet, it’s time for your punishment,” Spitfire said in a stern tone, though a smirk on her lips ruining whatever seriousness she was trying to pretend. “Now, since you failed your performance, you’re going to have to make it up to me. And since I just made you cum, I see no reason why you shouldn’t make me do the same. Now lay down, back against the floor,” she commanded.

Soarin did as he was told. Laying down, he didn’t get time to adjust before Spitfire was on top of him again, putting her entire weight over his face, making it hard for him to breathe. Spitfire turned over and looked him in the eye.

“Lick,” she commanded, “You have three minutes to make me cum. Now get started,” she growled, pushing a hoof in Soarin’s side, electing a gasp of pain.

Soarin wasted no time. Sticking his tongue out he instantly found Spitfire’s vagina and buried his flexible muscle in her partially wet folds. His heart started beating faster again, both from the lack of air, but also from the sheer turn-on of Spitfire’s dominant behavior. He breathed through his nostrils, sending cold streams of air against Spitfire’s ass, making her giggle.

“S-stop it, you’re ruining my image,” Spitfire snickered as Soarin’s breath tickled her privates, while his tongue worked its way inside her, tasting her wet flesh and flickering over her clit, making her gasp. She fought to retain her dominance, as she wouldn’t allow herself to let Soarin get to her without even trying. She swallowed hard as Soarin’s tongue brushed over her swollen clit, making her squeeze her hind legs together, electing a moan from Soarin. Realizing that she was fighting a losing battle she figured she might as well make the best of it.

“W-wait, let’s switch position,” she said and stood up, making Soarin gasp as he was freed from her grasp. Leaning against the wall, Spitfire motioned for him to come closer. Reaching his neck up, Soarin continued where he’d left of, grabbing Spitfire around the thighs as he resumed eating her out. Being able to see, Soarin took one of her outer folds into his mouth, sucking the wet flesh as a small dribble of her juices flowed out of her spread pussy and down his neck. The hot water from the shower still hissed over them, steam building up around them and fogging up the glass.

Spitfire moaned silently and put her hooves on Soarin’s head as he went to work on her other fold, stroking his wet mane. Glancing down she noticed he’d once again grown hard, his cock bobbing up and down as he licked her.

“Hey, looks like you’re alive again,” Spitfire said with a smile.

Soarin glanced down. “Mmm, looks like it.”

“Wanna stick it in me? Have a little bit of real fun?” Spitfire said, turning around and presenting her hindquarters to Soarin. He didn’t need to be told twice. Grabbing hold of Spitfire’s waist he hauled himself up, balancing nervously on the slippery floor.

“Got balance?” he asked.

“Just fuck me already,” Spitfire said, pecking him on the mouth. Soarin obeyed, his thick cock swaying back and forth over Spitfire’s entrance. Moving his hips forward he slid into her, gasping as his cock was once again massaged by the tight warm insides of her pussy. He took it slow, trying to enjoy the warmth as much he could. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold himself long, being only his second time, and wanted to make the most of it.

Spitfire groaned as Soarin’s thick cock once again spread her, her legs wobbling slightly under his weight. His breath felt cold against her wet neck, his body slick and slippery as he ground his belly against her back. His powerful hooves pressed into her sides, sliding under her body towards her teats.

“H-hey, big guy, think you can reach a little further?”

“I’ll try,” Soarin said with a pant, moving forward until he bottomed out. Putting more of his weight on her back, Soarin managed to reach around Spitfire’s belly, but not so far as to touch her.

“Dammit, hold on a sec, Spitfire, I’m gonna sit down. Just follow my lead,” he said. Spitfire followed as Soarin leaned down, never sliding out of her, until he sat with his back against the wall, Spitfire still riding his cock. “There, can you reach it yourself now?”

“Yeah, thanks,” Spitfire said as she slid a hoof down to touch herself, rubbing her clit as Soarin resumed his thrusting. “Mmm, oh yeah, that’s the spot. How’re you doing?”

Soarin groaned, “Not gonna last long...”

“Just hold it for a little bit, I’m so damn close. Let’s try and cum together this time,” Spitfire said.

Soarin kept pumping into her, his body screaming in pain, but he couldn’t stop now. Driven by his instincts he wanted to fill her up with his seed, and despite the burning in his legs he kept thrusting. Spitfire meanwhile was quickly building up to a powerful orgasm, pressure building in her stomach and traveling downwards until the familiar tingle appeared in her loins.

“I’m almost there, just a little longer now,” Spitfire squeaked.

“Hurry, I can’t fight it anymore.”

“Almost…almost…” Spitfire’s nethers leaked fluids as she rubbed furiously, gritting teeth as she fought to finish along with him.

“I can’t take it any longer! I have to cum!” Soarin screamed as the burning in his balls reached breaking point. Realizing they’d both reached their limits, Spitfire leaned backwards and hooked a hoof behind Soarin’s head.

“Then let’s cum together this time,” Spitfire said through gritted teeth and pulled him into a kiss over her shoulder, moaning loudly as her dam finally burst, spraying Soarin’s thighs and balls with her juices. The warm release sent Soarin over the edge as he came deep inside Spitfire, shooting a second heavy load into her tight tunnel. He moaned into the kiss as some of his cum leaked out of Spitfire, running in rivets over his balls as he made small thrusts trying to fill her as much as possible.

Their combined orgasms slowly subduing, Spitfire’s tongue rolled out of her mouth as she leaned back, resting against Soarin’s heaving chest as a mixture of his cum and her own juices trickled out of her still filled up cunt. Panting heavily, she slowly rolled of him, releasing a gush of their mixed juices that spilled over Soarin’s stomach and onto the stall floor.

Soarin’s entire being burnt in excruciating pain, but he ignored it. His brain fought to process it all but came out blank. All he could focus on was breathing. For a moment he forgot Spitfire was even there, until the touch of a hoof against his thigh. He glanced over to see her looking at him contently.

“Some punishment, huh?” she said with a smile.

“Yeah…so what now?”

“Shower, then breakfast? I don’t know about you, but I’m fucking starving,” Spitfire said.

*** *** ***

“Whoa, nice spread,” Spitfire said, eyes going wide at Soarins table. Having spent a bit longer getting clean than him, Spitfire had found Soarin in the kitchen cooking a seemingly endless variety of foods. Pancakes, vegetarian sausages, hay bacon, orange juice, milk, it looked less like breakfast and more like a feast worthy of a small army.

“Go ahead, you can start without me if you want,” Soarin said, flipping a pancake onto a stack. “You said you were starving, so go on, eat,” he added with a smile, nudging a plate of scrambled eggs and hay bacon her way.

“I…I just don’t know where to start…do you always cook like this?”

“Nah, just when I have friends over, which isn’t often, so the pantry fills up quite a bit. Like I said, mom wouldn’t let me move out until I could cook.”

“Awesome parenting,” Spitfire said, helping herself to some sausage to go with the eggs.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” Soarin said, sitting down on the opposite side with a stack of pancakes. “Hey, by the way, after breakfast, do you wanna head out for a flight? I feel like I could use some air.”

“Shuhe,” Spitfire said, before swallowing a mouthful of egg. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Just around the neighborhood,” Soarin said, scarfing down a pancake.

Spitfire nodded.

*** *** ***

“Hey, what’s taking so long? Didn’t you wanna go as soon as we were done?” Spitfire asked, pawing in front of the door.

“Just a minute, gotta put these plates back in their place,” came Soarin’s voice from the kitchen.

Spitfire shrugged shoulders and walked around the hallway to kill time, looking over the place. She hadn’t thought much about it before, being more interested in other things, but his home was very neatly cleaned. Looking closer at some of it, she realized he may have even rivaled her in terms of keeping a nice place, making her blush slightly at the thought. She didn’t notice Soarin stepping into the hall with her.

“Uhm, what’s with the blushing?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. Spitfire grew redder.

“Eh, nothing…come on, let’s get moving, I’m getting antsy here.”

“Okay,” Soarin said, not paying a second thought. Putting a scarf around his neck he opened the door, letting a cool breeze in. He shivered visibly, along with Spitfire.

“Brr, cold,” he said and stepped out. It was still fairly early morning, and not many ponies were out. The street lay almost empty, save for a mailpony and a few others. “Hey, do you know what day it is, by the way?” he asked, turning to Spitfire as she stepped out.

“I think it’s Saturday, why?”

“Just wondering, the neighborhood’s usually a bit livelier than this.”

Spitfire yawned. “They’re probably sleeping in.”

“Good,” Soarin said, locking the door behind them. Rustling his wings and stretching his legs a bit, he prepared to take off. His breath turned to fog in the chilly air as he spread his wings, flapping them to warm up his muscles.

Stepping up beside him, Spitfire leaned in, “Why is that a good thing?”

“Well…” Soarin began, folding his wings again, “I just don’t want anypony to see us right now. I’ll explain once we’re in the air,” he said, eyes glancing away from Spitfire. “So, you ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go,” Spitfire said, spreading her own wings. Without waiting for clearance, they both took off at roughly the same time, darting into the sky as fast as only two Wonderbolts could pull off, leaving small craters in the cloud below them. Cold air bombarded their faces, forcing Soarin to breathe through gritted teeth as his nostrils felt like they were being stuffed with cork. Spitfire had no such issues and quickly pulled ahead of Soarin, motioning for him to follow.

Coming up high above Cloudsdale they could get a better view of the lands below. With the sky mostly free of clouds they stopped for a short moment, flapping in midair, enjoying the sight. Far below them, a sea of green spread out, divided into square shapes. Miles upon miles of farmlands and forest, lit up by the peaking sun as it crept up over the mountains in the distance, its rays almost blinding the two pegasi as they watched.

“Beautiful, isn’t it,” Soarin said, turning to Spitfire, who just floated in the air completely awestruck. “Hello?” he said, moving in, waving a forehoof before her eyes, snapping her out of her trance.

“Huh, what?” Spitfire said, shaking her head, “Did you say something?”

“Yeah, but going by the look on your face I think I got my answer.”

“Sorry, I just haven’t seen Equestria like this before,” Spitfire said without taking eyes of the sight before her. Glancing at Soarin for a second she noticed him cocking an eyebrow, electing a sigh out of her, “I’m usually still in bed by this time on a Saturday morning. All the training really takes the energy out of me, so I try to sleep a lot when I can,” she said with a small yawn. “So, what was it you wanted to talk about again?”

“Oh, um, could we find a cloud or something first?” Soarin said.

“Sure,” Spitfire said, looking up, “How about that one?” she added, pointing to a small cloud high above them. “It’s gonna be cold, but unless you want to try and find another-“ Spitfire was cut off as Soarin ascended. She followed suit, and soon they both found themselves comfortable on the soft fluff. Folding a wing over her, Soarin pulled Spitfire close, the yellow mare burrowing her snout in his chest.

“How the heck can you stand being this high up when it’s this freaking cold?” Spitfire asked, teeth clattering a bit.

Soarin chuckled, “What’s wrong, the ferocious Spitfire can’t handle a little chill?” he said with a grin, earning a sharp hoof in the side, “Ow.”

“So what was it you wanted to talk about?”

Soarins expression changed to a slightly downbeat one, making Spitfire almost regret asking. Sighing slightly, Soarin swallowed and looked Spitfire in the eyes. “I wanted to talk about us, or rather, what will become of us,” he said. Spitfire’s stomach sank a little as she also swallowed.

“W-what do you mean, I thought this was-“ Spitfire cut mid-sentence, lingering on the word “thought”. Realizing that maybe she’d been wrong about the whole ordeal, that she’d just figured Soarin would be into her, her stomach plunged like a rock in cold water. “You aren’t…you’re not gonna say that we…”

“What? No, no it isn’t like that. I really like you, Spitfire, I always have, and trust me when I say there’s nothing I’ve wanted more than to be with you. But…”

“But what? Talk to me dammit, there’s nothing to be afraid of,” Spitfire said, putting a hoof on his cheek, looking him in the eye.

Soarin sighed heavily. “But what about the others? The Wonderbolts, how’re they going to react to all of this? And don’t give me the whole thing about being captain. You may be able to make us all stand in line and boss us around, but this could end up breaking codex so much that-“ Soarin stopped as Spitfire put a hoof to his lips.

“Then we don’t let them onto us,” she said calmingly, “I don’t care if we have to meet in secrecy, I want this, Soarin, more than you can imagine. I’ve been alone for so long now, that up until a few days back, I hardly remembered what it was like to be with somepony,” she said, pulling him into a hug. “But I do understand your worries, and know that I’m not trying to persuade you into doing something you don’t want to do. I’m only asking you, at least for now, to not worry about it. We’ll find a way around it, and if we have to face the consequences some day, then let’s cross that bridge when we come to it.”

Soarin lay speechless in Spitfire’s hooves. The feeling of knowing how much they’d be risking going into this made his stomach churn slightly. He breathed fast, trying to calm himself as Spitfire began stroking his mane.

“You’re trembling, Soarin,” Spitfire whispered. Soarin kept shaking despite, teeth chattering as he hugged Spitfire’s waist.

“I’m…I’m just scared…you know how much we’ll be risking, right?”

“I do, but tell me, isn’t it worth it? Isn’t it worth the risk?” she said, gently stroking his mane, feeling his trembling slowly decrease. “Remember who we are, Soarin. We’re Wonderbolts, it’s our job to take risks. And besides, what fun is there to life if you don’t take risks once in a while?”

“I can think of at least a dozen things…” Soarin said half-heartedly, “But I understand what you mean, and I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t a little thrilled. Scared, yes, but thrilled,” he said, staring blankly into the distance.

“There you go,” Spitfire said with a joyless chuckle, “That’s the spirit, big guy.”

She pulled Soarin up to meet his gaze. He was still shaking, but as she grabbed ahold of one of his hooves he seemed to calm down.

“I know this won’t be easy, trust me, I know,” Spitfire began, “But we’ve already passed the point of no return, and what do we do when that happens?”

Soarin swore for himself, knowing that Spitfire had a point. Reaching the point of no return during a flight or performance meant no going back, that a pony had to face the challenge ahead no matter how grim, and come out as best they could. Swallowing hard he looked Spitfire in the eyes.

“We keep going, staying strong ‘til the end,” he said bitterly, wanting to kick whoever came up with that idea.

“That’s right. So what do you say? Do you want to turn back on this, or are you going to be a true blue Wonderbolt and stick with me to the end?” Spitfire said, making it sound less like a question and more like an ultimatum.

A million thoughts went through Soarins head over the course of a second. The thought of how wrong it all could go, how the Wonderbolts, Cloudsdale, all of Equestria would react once the news broke that the two of them were an item. It would be the worst storm any of them had ever experienced, ending not only their careers as flyers, but their chances of ever attaining happiness again. Their lives would become a living hell that they’d be carrying to their graves.

Soarin gritted teeth as the realization hit him, but as he looked into Spitfire's eyes, something about her caught his attention; the determination. He'd only seen it on occasion, but it struck home just as effectively, a sheer burn in her eyes that told him this wasn't a game or anything of the sort. She knew the risk, what they could be facing, and she was willing to take it all because of him. A sudden guilt snuck its way into Soarins mind, followed by another realization; that he was about to back out of possibly the best thing to ever occur in his life, and if he passed on it he would be regretting it for the rest of his life, despite the eventual outcome.

Nodding, Soarin gave a weak but noticeable smile. "Count on it," he said, putting Spitfire's hoof in his own. A small trace of doubt still lingered in his stomach as he spoke the words, but it vanished in the blink of an eye as Spitfire lunged at him, pulling him into a powerful hug that sent them both toppling backwards into the white fluff. There was no sound, no fits of giggles or declarations of how much one of them loved the other, just silence. The stillness broken only by a very slight *phoof* of some cloud.

Spitfire looked Soarin in the eyes as she lay on top of him. Feeling his chest heave up and down she buried her muzzle into his neck, breathing in his scent in combination with the fresh morning air.

"Thanks, Soarin, you have no idea how much better my life just became," she whispered into his ear and hugged him tight. The sun kept rising slowly over the horizon, but the chill remained, making the two of them curl up. They could’ve gone back to his place, but neither Soarin nor Spitfire wanted to move from the cloud, and just lay there listening to the faint sound of the wind blowing over them, as it set the white fluff adrift.

“Mmm, I wish we could stay like this forever,” Spitfire mumbled, nuzzling Soarin’s cheek. Twisting slightly, she wrapped a hoof around him while he folded a wing over her, feathers tickling her skin.

“Me too…” Soarin said, his voice trailing as he looked skywards, his mind a blank slate at this point. He pulled Spitfire tighter with his wing. Spitfire sighed contently, once again starting to rub his chest and belly, making him wince.

“You’re still hurting, aren’t ya?”

“Can’t help it...don’t stop though, it’s not bad,” he said, leaning in to give Spitfire a nuzzle.

“You want me to touch you in a bad way?” Spitfire said playfully, moving her hoof downwards before Soarin stopped her.

“Don’t ruin this moment, there’ll be time for that later,” Soarin said.

Spitfire pouted slightly, but a look from Soarin changed her mind, though she admittedly found it a little fun that a stallion who’d only been with a mare twice so far in his life would turn down an invitation so early. She chuckled.

“What’s so funny this time?” Soarin asked.

“Ohhh, nothing, I just think it’s a little funny you’d turn me down so soon. Most of the other guys didn’t start complaining until round six or so,” Spitfire said, pecking his cheek.

“Hey, I’m tired, okay. Plus, I’m hurting,” Soarin said in a mock whining tone.

Spitfire gently poked his side. “That’s supposed to be my line, jerk,” she said, putting a hoof to his lips before he could retort. “Now hush and enjoy this moment while we have it.”

Soarin obeyed, and for a long time they lay in silence as the cloud kept drifting. Spitfire finally looked up.

“Hey, where are we anyway?”

Soarin strained to look over the edge of the cloud.

“Above the Everfree, I think…”

They shared a groan. Looking over the edge they could both spot Cloudsdale far away, each as surprised as the other at just how far they’d gone, not to mention the amount of time that must have passed.

“Maybe we ought to head back,” Soarin said, noticing then that Spitfire was no longer beside him, but that she’d started flying back.

Looking back at him, Spitfire stuck her tongue out and winked.

Soarin’s eyes narrowed.

“Oh, it’s on now,” he said with a grin.