Earth and Sky

by MLP-Lover

Rating: teen
Tags: Spitfire, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Sex
Length: 1438

Spitfire is sick and tired of colts playing her for money, or just being with her for her fame and bragging rights. She wants a stud who will love her and be faithful to her. Unfortunately for a Wonderbolt, that kind of relationship isn't very easy to come by.

There is one particular earth pony stallion she's had her eye on though. A mysterious large and pony from the north, who lives outside of Ponyville in a simple forge, making master crafts and selling them. When she finally decides to go and talk to him, she hopes to find the love she's wanted for so long...

Published 2012-02-26 02:54:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-05-13 03:33:59 UTC

To Ponyville

EARTH AND SKY

Chapter 1: To Ponyville

The Grand Galloping Gala had just ended, and Spitfire was happy beyond measure. It had been a complete and utter fiasco, what with the pillars collapsing and the statue being destroyed. Those six ponies from Ponyville apparently had a huge hoof in the disaster. That yellow one had busted through the garden doors acting like a complete psycho towards the animals, and the white unicorn had completely lost it on Prince Blueblood (which was actually pretty awesome) and the pink one…she was just absolutely nuts!

The mare was just glad to finally get some peace and quiet at last, and peel off her uniform. She discarded the bunched up piece of sweaty latex and walked into her bathroom. It was large and had ornate tiles on the walls and ceiling. The ceiling was covered in frescoes showing ancient pony mythology, the main focus being the creation of Equestria. It was a very ostentatious display indeed, but that came with the fortune of a Wonderbolt. She had EVERYTHING a pony could want, except one thing. A coltfriend, a true and loving coltfriend; she had dated before, but the stallions she had the misfortune of being with with were always either obsessive to the point of being male fanfillies to scum-suckers who found ways to siphon her bank account.

The fiery pegasus sighed. The path she had chosen wasn’t an easy one, and although she lived her dream by doing what she loved best, flying, for the world to see, her fame and fortune made her a target of leeches and scrubs, and fanponies who saw Spitfire the Wonderbolt, not Spitfire the lonely mare who just wants a stallion to love her. It’s what any mare wants, really! Who doesn’t want to feel the strong but gentle forelegs of a true stallion around her at night? She didn’t get fillyfoolers in that regard at all. By no means did she hate them, in fact many of her friends were fillyfoolers. Unfortunately she was also the heart throb of SO many mares that were into other mares. Rainbow Dash was one of them. The cyan mare had pulled Spitfire over at the Gala and had confessed her feelings, her eyes almost tearing up with emotion. Spitfire had found it hard to turn her down, especially when she saw the heartbroken expression that crossed Dash’s face when she had been turned away by the mare she’d loved for years. It had to be done though, Spitfire was sure the other pegasus would get over it.

Climbing into her bathtub, Spitfire smiled and let out a soft moan of bliss as the hot, soapy water washed over her, cleaning away the sweat and stress of her night. Soarin had also asked her to be with him. Again. Again she had said no. Soarin was fun, and a good friend to have around, but he wasn’t her type. His eating habits were…borderline barbaric at best, and he was very emotionally immature. He was a colt in a stallion’s body, and she wanted a stallion, a mature stallion. Also he was a pegasus. Oddly enough, she was not into other pegasi at all. Her love was earth ponies. She had no idea why, but she just loved them, especially the big, burly, rugged ones. There was one stallion in particular who had caught her eye for a while now, but she had never been able to talk to him. He was huge and strong, and there was this aura of strength around him that she just basked in, even from a distance.

He was a pure white earth pony from the far north of Equestria, and he had set up a forge just outside Ponyville, where he made his masterpieces. Spitfire loved to watch him while he worked; those muscles rippling as he swung his hammer, the fierce concentration in his absolutely beautiful ice-blue eyes as he visualized the brainchild that would soon materialize from the red-hot metal before him. Her heart fluttered and her eyes closed when she thought of him. He was so wonderful! Every night when she went to bed, she thought of him, how wonderful it would be to have him there beside her, gently stroking her mane and whispering lovingly to her, and making love to her…

Spitfire’s eyes opened with a start, and she realized that the bath had gone cool, and the bubbles were gone. How long was I fantasizing about that hunk of an earth pony? She thought. She looked at the clock, and nearly jumped out of her fur. It was 7 in the morning! She had gotten back at 1:30! Shaking herself, the orange pegasus climbed out of the bathtub, and yawned. She grabbed a towel and began to dry herself off, shaking her wings to get water off of her feathers. Curses!! It wasn’t good for feathers to be immersed in water for a long time! She wouldn’t be able to fly for the next 12 hours if she was lucky. The pegasus grumbled angrily. That is just great! NOW what will I do?

As the mare walked across her bedroom, and to the balcony, an idea hit her when she spotted Ponyville in the distance. I could go and talk to him! All I need is to get a carriage from Canterlot, which is easy enough, but… she looked back and groaned. Her wings looked terrible! Her mane and tail looked terrible! SHE looked terrible! With a heavy sigh, Spitfire walked over to her dresser, and pulled out the hairbrush, trying to get her mane to look presentable at least. After Celestia-knows-how-long of nitpicking and worrying, she got herself into a more aesthetically pleasing state. She walked over to her writing desk, and quickly wrote a letter ordering a carriage to her estate pronto.

The wait was no more than 20 minutes, but it felt like hours to the nervous mare. She couldn’t stop worrying about how he would react to her. Will he be indifferent? Hateful? Or worse…will he go completely fancolt? All these questions whirled around in her head like mosquitoes, and she shook it vigorously. That did wonders for her mane, no doubt. When the golden carriage pulled by the golden-armoured alabaster pegasi landed in her front courtyard, she gulped and got in.

“Where are you off to today, miss?” The one on the left asked in a husky voice.

“Ponyville, please.”

“Ponyville it is. There’s a nice tailwind, so we should be there in about 45 minutes. Enjoy your flight.”

Spitfire didn’t register the stallion’s words, instead hunkering down and trying to calm herself during the flight. She hoped beyond hope that the stallion of her dreams would at least show interest in her. If he turned out to not be interested in pegasi or worse, a coltcuddler, she would not be a very happy mare, to say the least. That wasn't important right now, what was important was what she would do when she got to his forge. How will I greet him? Should I simply just say "hello, I'm Spitfire, I've had a crush on you for months, want to date?" She scowled and shook her head. Should I be seductive? No...that would make me look like a slut. She sighed and just decided to wing it, so to speak. Just then there was a jolt and the mare let out a yelp as she was thrown to the back of the carriage.

"We're here" said the same husky-voiced stallion, "enjoy your stay in Ponyville, send for us when you wish to return home."

Spirfire could only mumble "thanks" as she exited the carriage, and looked around. Many ponies were staring as the carriage landed and then took off, and as the eyes fell on her, she winced. Please, Celestia, don't let them recognize me... she pleaded internally as she started walking, trying to remain nonchalont. Unfortunately, the silence would be broken by a loud-mouthed red colt that if she ever found again, she would pummel him into the ground.

"Everypony! That's Spitfire, from the Wonderbolts! She's here!"

Spitfire groaned as the ground began to rumble with the stampede of ponies who wouldn't miss the opportunity to see the magnificent Spitfire for the world.

"Well...so much for being unrecognizable out of uniform..."

A/N: Please Read

Hey everypony who's tracking this story! I'm sorry I haven't updated it at all, but I've been so consumed with academics I've barely had time to write anything except term papers and essays.

I promise an update when things calm down.