Spitfire stared into the forest before her, wondering if she was going to have any run-ins with the local wildlife. She knew what lived in the woods, but her mind couldn't care less for what she could come across. Be it manticores, cockatrices, or even timberwolves, Spitfire would be ready for anything. She would have to be, and giving her bit bag a quick shake at her side, she started to walk down the brown, beaten path.
“Don’t worry bud, once I get those herbs, you’ll be fit and ready to fly in no time,” Spitfire spoke to herself with confidence as the trees overhead nearly blotched out the sun.
Her reason for descending into the dreaded Everfree forest was for her life friend, Soarin, and the other was for the way she acted to him very recently. Even as she kept her head up, Spitfire’s mind had been clouded for the past few weeks about her behavior at the Equestrian Games qualifying rounds. Though her team had got through, her actions to her friend Soarin were very poor and caused a small rift in their relationship. Her mind was clouded by greed and fame when she tried to replace her teammate, and though Soarin still competed with her, he wasn’t very happy. For the past weeks she had been trying to figure out a way to make it up to him, and when he fell ill with a severe case of the feather flu, she knew she was going to do her best to hasten his recovery. All she needed were special herbs in the possession of a zebra living in the Everfree forest, and she hoped she could earn the trust of Soarin by aiding him.
Walking in deeper, the sound of her hooves along with the bits in her bag played a tune, filling her ears with the only sound in the area. Though it wasn’t fully quiet, Spitfire found the forest surrounding her to be eerily silent. She was sure the sound of the wind would be blowing or even the chitters and twitters of forest critters moving around would greet her ears. Instead, the area was quiet and still, almost like it was a painting on a canvas. She looked around cautiously, the silence almost maddening in a way, and the further she went in, the more the sun started to shine less. Occasionally she would look up and see more and more trees blocking out the sun, and soon found torches lighting the path that she was walking on.
“Man, where is this house?” Spitfire said to herself as she found herself walking for what seemed like hours and found her hooves starting to grow sore. “Path has been one way, so I know I didn’t take a wrong turn.”
Spitfire let out a deep sigh and decided to stop for a rest, the ache in her legs going from minuscule and annoying to encompassing and blaring. While she didn’t want to stay in one place for very long, Spitfire stretched her body out and lowered her belly to the ground. Giving her wings a quick flap to relieve the stiffness in them, she brought them to her sides and pondered just how much longer she had to walk. From her seated position, Spitfire looked around her area and saw tree branches jutting out like claws trying to pull her into the deeper parts of the forest. With only simple torch lights lighting the area, the flames danced around and gave the trees an almost ghoulish appearance. While it scared her a bit, Spitfire knew better than to be afraid of shadows. That train of thought changed quickly when she heard the sound of a branch snap nearby, her ears snapping to attention.
Nearly jumping out of her skin, Spitfire looked to the source of the sound and huffed as she saw a small snake dangling from the branch of a tree. Part of her wanted to throw something at it for spooking her but, before she could put more thought into it, her ears perked to a magical humming that grew steady in volume.
“Oddly loud,” she said quietly as she looked up and down the path, thinking she was going to have company in the form of a unicorn. “Odd, no one is around and I’m positive there isn’t any magic wielding monsters in this forest.”
The sound of magic continued to fill her ears, and it kept getting louder and louder. Pulling herself up and wondering where it was coming from, Spitfire twisted about, trying to figure out what was causing it. There was nothing; she was starting to think someone was messing with her. Her eyes darted back and forth, scanning for the perpetrator.
“I hear you nearby!” she snarled, done with being toyed with. “Stop hiding and face me already.”
“Teehee! I’m above you silly!” a small and filly-like voice spoke out from above, instantly causing Spitfire to look up.
“W-what the!?” Spitfire stammered as she saw something she never knew existed. “The heck are you!?” A twig snapped underneath as she backed away.
Spitfire stared wide eyed at the rather tiny figure in front of her and quickly noted that the creature was of humanoid shape and seem to glow in a bright blue aura. Though it shined brightly, Spitfire was able to make out a little face along with a pair of antennas on its head along with a set of butterfly wings on its back. Looking closer at it, the creature was almost a delicate cross between a small bipedal creature and a butterfly.
“I’m a pixie!” the rather interesting creature spoke out in a cute tone as it floated itself to the ground.
“You’re a pixie?” Spitfire asked quietly, the name sounding familiar from school, but her mind stayed hazy on the topic. “I didn’t think they actually existed.”
“We exist!” it spoke, beaming a smile at Spitfire. “We just like to hide! My name is Tulip and I'm great at hiding!" She flew behind a leaf, obscuring most of her body, although her antennae stuck out noticeably. "See?"
Tulip poked her head over the leaf and hung from it with her forearms. "What's your name?"
Spitfire said nothing at first, finding the pixie`s childlike voice and manners very off putting considering it was in the middle of a dark forest. She rubbed at an aching hind hoof. Part of her gut told her to start walking again, but the other part of her was very curious to the creature.
“My name is Spitfire," she said, puffing out her chest, "and I'm captain of the Wonderbolts. So… if you like to hide, then why show yourself to me?”
“Ooohhh.” Tulip floated up into the air, circling Spitfire swiftly. “You’re with those fancy ponies we see flying around and patrolling the skies sometimes.” Tulip moved her little eyes up to Spitfire’s mane and her smile grew even wider. “Yeah, I thought you looked familiar a bit. So you’re the pretty mare that leads right?”
“Heh, I’m not pretty,” Spitfire replied, turning red. She always found comments about herself flattering yet embarrassing. “But yeah, I lead my team around.”
“Yeah, it’s fun watching you fly.” Tulip stopped strafing Spitfire to float in front of her face. “When I see your tail in the wind it almost looks like fire is coming out of your butt!” She covered her mouth as she broke into a giggling fit.
Spitfire froze up, blushing harder as she quickly found herself becoming tongue tied thanks to the pixie`s remark. She curled her tail to her body and gingerly looked over her shoulder.
“H… heh, I guess that’s true,” Spitfire stuttered as she started to remember high school days where stallions always made comments about her hot ass thanks to its color and how there was always fire coming out of it.
Tulip stopped giggling. “Sorry, did I make you feel embarrassed?” the little pixie asked, noticing Spitfire's flustered reaction. A small whimper escaped her throat. She uncovered her mouth, her forearms falling to dangle limply below her.
“It’s alright.” Spitfire calmed herself down and looked back at the rueful pixie before her. “S-so why did you come out of hiding?" she asked the butterfly-like creature. "I thought pixies were scared of normal ponies?”
“Not really," Tulip responded. "We’re just worried that you’ll get scared and try to stomp us. But I’ve watched you for a bit and thought you would be a nice pony to talk to,” Tulip flew over Spitfire’s back and slowly lowered herself onto it. Her wings and antennae perked up. “Besides, only the big stallions seem to get more scared of us, and when pretty mares come around, they seem nice.”
“I take it you don’t talk much to ponies in general?” Spitfire asked as she looked over her shoulder, making eye contact with Tulip.
“Not really. We keep to ourselves mostly, but it’s been boring here recently.” Tulip smiled back as she pressed her little rump onto the back of Spitfire. “I thought that you would like to play with me for a bit.”
“Play with you?” Spitfire asked, tilting her head to the side. “I’m not really sure how I could play with you.”
“Well…” Tulip’s antennae wiggled and Spitfire found her eyes drawn to them as they started to glow a pinkish purple. “I know one game that always makes me smile. It’s always fun tickling somepony!”
“Tickling?” Spitfire’s head tilted further and she wondered just how Tulip wanted to play a tickling game. “I think I’m a bit too big to tickle you, Tulip.”
“No silly, I tickle you!” Tulip laughed as she flapped her wings and rose into the air as her antennae glowed brighter. “I find it more fun to make ponies laugh then make myself laugh.”
“So how exactly can a little thing like you make me laugh?” Spitfire asked as she watched the pixie float towards a tree branch.
“That’s simple!” Tulip responded as the sound of leaves and branches cracking filled Spitfire’s ears.
Looking down at the ground, Spitfire nearly screamed, sighting a long and slender green vine of some sort slither out of the brush. It raised itself off the ground. Unsure of what it was, Spitfire took a step back and stared cautiously at the smooth appendage before her. Slowly, she turned her eyes up to Tulip.
“What is that thing?” Spitfire asked, worrying it was going to attack her.
“His name is Shorty, and he’s really fun to play with!” Tulip jumped from the tree branch and landed on the small tip of the vine. Though it gave away slightly, Spitfire stared in awe as the vine started to slowly wrap around the pixie. Wondering what it was doing, Spitfire watched as the tip of the vine started to tickle the neck of Tulip, inciting giggles from the cheery creature.
“Hehe! Shorty loves to tickle me. Of course my other friends don’t really like Shorty tickling them,” Tulip nuzzled the vine, which eagerly returned the favor.
“Wonder why…” Spitfire replied in a semi sarcastic tone as she knew that, after reading enough questionable comics from overseas, tentacles were known for their molesting habits.
“You wanna feel Shorty? He’s actually nice and slippery!” Tulip asked her as the tip of the vine turned to look towards Spitfire.
“Uhhh, I‘d rather not,” Spitfire answered sheepishly, forcing a smile on her face.
“Are you scared of him? He’s harmless and won’t hurt you,” A frown began to appear on the little pixie`s face.
Spitfire was ready to object again, but as she saw the small pixie giving her an adorable pouty face, she couldn’t help but feel sorry for the teeny thing. Cautiously stepping forward again, Spitfire tentatively stuck her hoof out.
“Al-alright, I guess I can pet him,” Spitfire told Tulip as she started to regret reaching out.
"Whee!" As Tulip flew into the air, the tentacle lurched forward and quickly wrapped the end of itself around Wonderbolt captain's hoof. "Shorty loves to be petted!"
Cringing and doing her best to hold back a scream, Spitfire calmed and noted that the tentacle had a slimy yet soft texture to it. She watched the tip stare up at her and, for some reason, she couldn’t figure out why she was finding it… cute. Scanning the rest of its body, Spitfire noticed, despite being named Shorty, the vine extended into the bush and she couldn’t see where it ended.
“Uhhh, kinda can’t pet you when you wrap yourself around my hoof.” Spitfire tugged lightly on her hoof.
Unraveling itself from her, the tentacle wiggled in front of her face, trying its best to convey its thoughts to her. It wanted to be touched and proved it was able to understand basic Equestrian.
“Hmm, you’re kinda interesting,” Spitfire spoke softly, brushing her hoof against the tentacle in a soft manner. “What’s the rest of your body look like?”
“Oh, Shorty doesn’t like letting ponies see his full body,” Tulip piped in while the tentacle pulled away. Its tip curled slightly, like it was attempting to give off a shy gesture. “He’s very self conscious about his appearance.”
“I… see,” Spitfire replied, pursing her lips into a frown and looked back to the bushes, wondering what kind of monstrosity lurked behind the shrubs.
“But Shorty is still very friendly. Shorty, show her how friendly you are!” Tulip spoke to the vine as her antenna's lit up again.
An odd squeak-like sound came from the vine and, wiggling in front of Spitfire, it slowly brushed against the side of her neck and gently tickled it. While the touch was sudden, Spitfire couldn’t help but giggle like a filly as she tilted her head to the side in response, trying to cover herself. The tentacle continued to rub gently against her flesh, touching the sensitive nerves in her neck and Spitfire started to find herself losing breath in a very fun way.
“Okay, okay, I get how friendly you are!” Spitfire giggled as her legs started to wobble and her heart quickened.
“Heh! Shorty loves playing with ponies because they are bigger and have more ticklish spots. I bet Shorty can find spots that even you don’t know about!” Tulip spoke out, eagerly looking to the bushes, wanting more tentacles to join the fray.
“Heh, you know, I’m actually curious to seeing what spots you can find.” Spitfire's curious mind wanting to feel more of the tentacle wrap around her and play with her.
“You’ll let Shorty play with you then?” Tulip asked. “Can Shorty use other limbs of his?”
Spitfire paused and wondered what else the obscured creature in the bushels was hiding, and her ever growing curiosity was starting to get the best of her. Before she could even answer, the antenna's on Tulip’s head glowed brighter and the bushes shook wildly as about seven more tentacles slithered out of it and appeared before Spitfire. Growing increasingly nervous as many wiggly appendages slithered in front of her, Spitfire was worried how exactly Shorty wanted to play with her.
“Will… I be immobilized?” Spitfire asked as she felt a jittery motion in her legs as a bunch of the vines almost seemed to be staring down at them.
“Somewhat, but Shorty will listen to you if it gets to be too much for you,” Tulip replied as she watched a few tentacles slither to Spitfire’s front legs and slowly wrap around them.
As they touched her, Spitfire had the sudden thought to run away and avoid being touched at all costs. Sadly, her legs refused to move and, as the tentacles tightened around her legs, she knew she wasn’t going to be able to run. Remaining quiet, Spitfire gulped as she found her front legs being hoisted up into the air, the rest of her body following suit. Her back hooves dangled mere inches from the ground. On instinct, her wings opened up, and just like with her front hooves before, a pair of vines seemed to watch the feathery limbs flap gently.
“H-hey. Suddenly I don’t feel so comfortable about this,” Spitfire spoke out as she wiggled her back legs weakly.
“Don’t worry, just say when to stop and Shorty will listen! Go on, Shorty! Work your magic!”
Given the command to go, the two tentacles that seemed to be eying her back legs crept forward and gently tickled the bottoms of the chiseled hooves before them. Feeling the vines brush against her rather sensitive hooves, Spitfire smirked and pulled away slightly, causing the vines to slither closer.
“Ooohhh, seems you got sensitive hooves!” Tulip squee’d as two more vines moved forward.
Before Spitfire had the chance to answer back, two of the vines grabbed her hind legs and kept them in place, letting the other two vines tickle her hooves. Spitfire tried to wiggle free, and as the vines touched her again, she started to giggle softly.
“Crap, crap, crap! Ah, gods that tickles!” Spitfire chuckled as the tiny tips moved as gentle as feathers against the soft and sensitive frogs of her hooves.
Hearing her laugh like she was, the tentacles went faster against her and in turn made her flail about, laughing loudly. While the tentacles worked on her hooves, another vine crept up Spitfire’s body and started to tickle her chest, making her laugh even louder when it swirled its tip in erratic circles, lighting up her sensitive skin in pleasure.
“Not so much, haha, not so much!” Spitfire begged as she could barely breathe.
Hearing her words, the tentacles quickly pulled away and let the heaving pony quickly catch her breath. She panted loudly, her hooves tingling and her body warm. Looking up weakly, she noticed Tulip’s antennae twitching, the little pixie gazing at the tentacles with a curious glint in her eyes.
“You want me to ask her?" Tulip voiced out. "I don’t know, Shorty. I don’t want to make her feel uncomfortable.”
“W-what?” Spitfire asked, wondering what the two were debating about.
“Well… Shorty’s able to sense other spots on you. Both are… kinda questionable.”
Spitfire wasn’t sure what Tulip was implying, but after looking down her body, she couldn’t help but notice the tentacles eyeing her more… intimate areas.
“Wait…” Spitfire blushed and she tried to tuck her legs in to cover up. “Y-you don’t mean my…”
“Shorty thinks you’re most sensitive areas on your body are your most ticklish ones,” Tulip stated. “He wants to know if he is allowed to try and tickle those.”
Gulping with nervousness, Spitfire felt weak at the thought of being touched inappropriately. Part of her wanted to stop the situation from growing more, but another part of her wanted to continue. The touch felt good, but the way it made her short of breath was something she wasn’t liking. Yet, as she looked at the dangling tentacles, part of her wanted to feel them touch her more intimately. She quietly stared and continued to breathe heavily as she thought of what to do.
Waiting for her answer, the vines could sense her problems and decided to help ease her. One vine stretch out and placed itself onto her stomach before it started to making a circling motion. Though she tensed back up, she found her expression scrunching up. The tentacle moved like a feather, and while her stomach wasn’t really ticklish, the sensation was build-up for her. Yet, before she could start giggling, the vine pulled away and pointed its tip up at her face, almost like it was waiting for her answer.
“A-alright. just… just don’t over do it,” Spitfire finally spoke out.
Tulip smiled at Spitfire and the tentacles around the trapped mare’s body seemed to tighten up. Almost instantly, four tentacles shot forward. One aimed for her butt, one for her vagina, and the last two hovered in front of her teats.Though they moved fast, the tentacles didn’t come into contact with Spitfire’s bits.
“Shorty says those spots are the most ticklish on you,” Tulip said as the vines gently started to rub against her nipples with light strokes.
Spitfire’s eyes shot up and her mouth hung agape as a shiver ran down her spine. The feeling of those slightly slimy vines brushing against her teats put her off, but the gentle touch turned her on ever so slightly. The vines swirled around her nipples in a slow manner that was enough to provoke a chuckle mixed in with a moan from her throat. As the tips touched her, Spitfire started to feel the vines pulse with more life. She could feel the vines around her legs twitching in a way that they no longer felt like ropes but more like a proper creature. The spots where they held tight seem pulse and ebb, and though she was being touched by a foreign creature, she found herself enjoying it.
The swirling quickly turned to soft yet firm flicking. The tips would press against her nipples and wiggle slightly before they jerked themselves up. Spitfire would moan as the vines did as such and it felt very reminiscent of a stallion using his tongue to stimulate arousal from his partner. It worked for the most part. The tentacles at her hooves resumed their handy work. They would match the swirling sensation of the vines at her teats but moved much quicker as if trying to provoke laughter from the mare. It worked, and Spitfire’s voice started to teeter on the border of pleasure and laughter.
“Not bad, Shorty. But you should make it even better for her,” Tulip spoke out as her antennas glowed brighter.
Wondering what she meant, Spitfire was about to ask but quickly remembered the vines hovering around her rear holes. Knowing it was coming, Spitfire bucked her hips slightly as the vines commenced rubbing against her nethers. Quickly wondering how the vines were going to work her privates, Spitfire was worried she would be penetrated fast and unexpectedly. Instead, only the smooth tip of the vines entered her holes. They parted the puckered ass and soft petal-like lips of the mare and rubbed the entrances in a soothing manner. Much like with the way her nipples were being worked, Spitfire once again found herself on the border of pleasure and laughter. Her pussy petals were carefully caressed with vine tip strokes going up and down, and the cute wrinkles of her anus traced on with gentle but pronounced flicks.
“Hah, your friend is… r-rather gentle,” Spitfire stammered out as the telltale penetration she thought she was going to get never came. “Nice and slow, b-but, aha, doesn’t make me uncomfortable.”
“Shorty’s good like that,” Tulip spoke with a smile. “I think what you ponies call… foreplay? Yeah, foreplay, that’s something he’s rather good at.”
With that, the vines seemed to accelerate faster against her body, while the vines at her hooves slowed down. The ones at her nethers seemed to press harder and try to provoke more heat to build up in Spitfire’s small frame. Slowly and surely it started to work, and she would occasionally giggled at the touch, her arousal started to show.
“Oooooh, Shorty’s feeling you warm up!” Tulip chimed as she saw a bit of wetness showing on the tip of the vine working Spitfire’s vagina. “He loves it when you ponies get excited like that!”
Suddenly Spitfire felt her body being shifted, causing her position to change. Her body flattened in the air, almost like she was laying on a table, and the sudden movement made her wings unfurl open. The vine holding her front hooves changed its position and instead wrapped itself around the midsection of Spitfire before two more vines took its place. They wrapped around her front hooves but, unlike before, the tips positioned themselves so they could tickle her while keeping her body supported.
“Wh-what’s it doing?” Spitfire stammered out as she found the tentacles sinking deeper into her nethers.
“Making you more comfortable,” Tulip responded eagerly as she watched one of the vines at Spitfire back legs start to creep upwards. “Shorty also says you have sensitive wings.”
“W-wait! No-not my w-ah!”
It was too late for Spitfire, and before she could finish her sentence, the tentacle wrapped gently around her left wing. Like the other vines, it pulsed with life, but the feeling was increased thanks to the sensitivity of the frail bones. Moaning and unable to speak, Spitfire’s body twitched with intense amounts of pleasure.
The vines at her nethers continued to wiggle but slowly started to thrust inside of her body. They didn’t go deep, only moving enough to erect more laughter than anything, but Spitfire still found the awe inspiring touch arousing her greatly. Her heart still raced and part of her breathing was slightly hastened, but never had she felt so horny in her life.
The vine at her pussy could feel her heat and wetness soaking it, and the soft fleshy walls surrounding it seemingly wanted to pull it in deeper and make it ride her small frame senseless. It wouldn’t give; instead it continued its slow pace, subconsciously telling Spitfire that it was the creature in charge. It would massage her wing, poke her holes endlessly, and flick at her nipples enough to make her almost beg for it. The tentacles could hear her moans and the creature they originated from loved the response it was getting.
Soon Spitfire found her arousal reaching the same state as if she was going into heat. She could feel her clit winking from time to time and the vines could feel it, while Tulip could see it. Smiling, the little pixie made her antenna's glow a bit brighter and one little vine slowly reached for it. Once it came into contact and slowly rubbed against it, Spitfire tensed up even more as the vine ran the tip of itself in a circular motion around her swollen nub, providing both pleasure and ticklish results.
She fidgeted intensely in the vine’s grip, moaning whilst laughing gently as the vine continued to touch her most sensitive part. It would flick at her nub, barely touching it at times, but at others it would wrap the tip of itself around it and twist it slightly. The way it worked made Spitfire know she was a very lucky mare to experience such an event and never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined she would find such pleasure coming from the Everfree forest.
Eventually the vines started to work fast and exchange laughter for pleasure. The vines moved deeper in, mimicking the motions of a stallion rutting a mare. The vines at her teats stopped flicked and instead wrapped the tips around the perky nipples before they started to twist them, but not so much as to make it hurt. The ones at Spitfire’s hooves stayed constant and the vine at her wing would brush against the folding joint.
The mare found herself in bliss, and even though she was being fucked by vines, the sensation was great enough that she didn’t care. She would moan into the air, her face flushed red and her tongue hanging out almost like she was begging for something to fill it. The creature could sense her desire for such an object of fulfillment. Quickly, it moved yet another new vine out from the bush and positioned it in front of her face. Tulip said nothing to Spitfire, the little pixie simply watching with a smile as both her friend and her new one seemed to enjoy each other’s company. Though Tulip herself wasn’t able to feel sexually aroused, she did sense enjoyment radiating from Spitfire.
“Ah… t-this feels so good,” Spitfire moaned as the tentacle moved forward and slipped into her mouth with ease. “M-mhmmmm.” The vine tickled the roof of her mouth as it went in, causing the mare to chuckle at the unexpectedly ticklish area.
The vine wasted no time and quickly matched the thrusting speeds of the tentacles at her nethers. It didn’t go as deep but merely moved as if wanting to brush the back of her throat and provoke more moans from her. It worked, and though her mouth was muffled by the pulsating vine, Spitfire’s moans were much louder than before.
“Hehe, Shorty never puts his vines in the ponies mouths. He fears they will bite them if he does. He must really trust you right now,” Tulip said to Spitfire as the pixie swayed on the branch and looked on.
The trust showed and the tentacles worked faster and harder into her nethers. They went deep, deeper than any stallion’s erection could ever hope to go. They would touch parts of her that she thought couldn’t be touched and they wiggled so quickly inside of her, it drove her body to a climatic ending. Her body fidgeted wildly and her moaning got erratic as she felt her body tense up.
As she came, all she could do was let off a whimper as her legs twitched while the first rush hit her body. Though she couldn’t see it, she could hear the extra lubrication in the wet thrusts by the vine at her nethers. The vines kept working as her orgasm played out and just as her climax drew to a throbbing close, the vines pushed as hard as they could into her back holes before they exited her body with a soft pop. Unlike the vines at her rear, the vine at her mouth slowly crept out of her throat and gave the roof of her mouth one last tickle before it left completely.
“Holy cow,” Spitfire panted as she weakly stared forward and savoured her pert and tingling holes. “That… that was awesome.”
“Yay, I’m happy you're having fun!” the little pixie shouted as it clapped its front hands together before flying into the air. “Just curious, but how does your body feel?”
Though she was still strung up on a few vines, Spitfire felt her more relaxed and stress free now that she had managed to get off in a unique way. Though she would be walking funny for a few hours, Spitfire felt much better than before.
“I honestly… feel good,” she replied as she watched Tulips antenna's glow and the vines started to unravel from her body. “Wow, never thought getting molested by tentacles would be fun.”
“It’s because you laughed and enjoyed it!” Tulip told her as she hovered above the tree branch. “Laughter is usually the best cure for ponies and you looked kinda down when I watched you walking.”
Spitfire quickly stretched out her back legs and felt a bit of her cum drizzle down her thigh, making her somewhat uncomfortable she was going to be visiting a zebra while she reeked of sex. As she flexed her muscles and worked her wings by opening and closing them, Spitfire listened to the pixie speak and wondered if laughter really was a cure in its own way.
“True, but I think I just needed to be… um,” Spitfire blushed as she spoke, nearly embarrassed that she loved the interesting act she just endured. “Well, you know.”
“But what matters is that you had fun!” Tulip’s antennas started to glow again and the vine that had played around in Spitfire’s mouth slithered through the air and gave Spitfire’s cheek a small rub before pulling away.
“Indeed it was,” Spitfire replied with a smile, before she looked to the trees above and remembered her initial task. “Hey, I would love to stay and talk with you, but I gotta find a zebra living in this forest and pick up some herbs for a friend.”
“Oh? Is your friend sick?” Tulip asked in a concerned tone as she realized she was preventing Spitfire from picking up medicine. “I’m sorry, if I had known that I would have left you alone.”
“Nah, it’s fine. If you didn’t meet me then I wouldn’t have enjoyed what just happened,” Spitfire said back as she looked back to the vine with a lusty stare in her eyes. “But… Sadly, I need to find this place and get the herbs.”
“Okay,” Tulip replied as she stared down the path. “The zebra’s tree house is about ten minutes ahead from here. You shouldn’t have to walk much longer.”
"Sweet, thanks!” Spitfire responded in a happy tone as she was relieved to know that she wasn’t going to travel much longer. Breaking into a slightly awkward gallop Spitfire looked behind her as she left the small pixie alone.
“It was fun, Tulip! Oh, and tell your, friend he shouldn’t be scared to show me his face next time! Bye!” Spitfire shouted as she disappeared down the path.
The little pixie waved her hands at Spitfire, and once she was out of sight, Tulip let out a deep sigh and dropped her spell. As the spell ended the vines fell to the ground with a hard thud and slithered back into the bushes where they came from.
“Silly pony, you had already seen her face,” the pixie chuckled before it wrapped itself in a bright light and teleported away.
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“Hey, Soarin! How you holding up?” Spitfire asked as she stepped into the living room of her friend's home and saw the light blue stallion resting on the couch.
“I feel like shit,” he whined as he looked to Spitfire and nearly debated rolling over. “Doc says I should get better in just over half a week, but that means I wouldn’t be able to practice that much flying.”
“Heh, you’ll be up and at ‘er in no time!” Spitfire spoke with a smile on her face as she looked to her side and at the fruits of her journey in the Everfree forest. “Made a special trip for you to get some exotic remedies. After you drink this stuff you’ll be better in no time.”
“Huh? What did you go and get?” Soarin asked, honestly surprised that she did something for him.
“Zebra herbs,” Spitfire said as she trotted to the couch and opened the bag. “Heard about an alchemist in the Everfree and… feeling kinda bad for what I did during the qualifiers, I decided to make it up to you.”
Looking up from the bag to Spitfire’s face, Soarin sniffled his nose and saw a faint smile on her face. The smile was genuine, and while Soarin was a bit peeved, he was happy she made the trip for him just to make it up to her.
“Heh, well… cough, um… thanks Spits,” Soarin stammered out, rather unsure of what to say to her. “S-so do you gotta boil the stuff?”
“Yeah, but you rest,” Spitfire said as she put her hoof to his chest and pushed on it slightly, restraining him from getting up. “The zebra told me certain things about how to prepare the stuff.”
“Alright, you can… use my kitchen,” Soarin said as he rested his body. “Hope that stuff actually works.”
As Spitfire got ready to pull herself away, an interesting idea came to mind as her hoof rested against his stomach. Smirking slightly, she leaned her face into his body.
“You know there are other remedies used to make ponies feel better,” Spitfire said in a soft tone. “I got a simple question for you, buddy. How ticklish is your body?”
