Summer on Fire

Her office was always intimidating for some reason. The walls festooned with plaques and ribbons, commendations from princesses, all documenting her greatness. It smelled of old wood and fresh sweat, the office of a hard working coach and leader. Obediently you sat on one of the overstuffed chairs, waiting for her. Emotions of anxiousness and fear both welled up in your head. You did like Spitfire after all. But she was still extremely intimidating.

It had been an hour since your mom left you here. It just would have been too hard to travel with her this time. Saddle Arabia didn't even have any English speaking schools. You had argued for months with her, trying to come with, but in the end she trumped your wishes. Her opening night was coming up that week, and here you were stuck in Cloudsdale with Miss Spitfire for the summer.

A creak comes from the outside door as you hear somepony enter the training offices. You jump up reflexively. You know better than to look lazy when she comes in.

Spitfire's office door opens slowly as the fiery orange and yellow mare walks over to her leather chair, acknowledging you only slightly as she sat down and leafed through some papers.

"Fleetfoot's kid, right?" She asked, still not looking in your direction.

"Um... y...yes Ma'am." You stammer.

She glances over at you now. "Don't stutter. It's very annoying." She looked down at one of her files. "Looks like we'll be spending the summer together."

You're staring now. You've always thought she was a beautiful mare. Her fiery orange eyes matched her mane perfectly. She was dressed in a short jacket today. It was a shame; she looked a lot better in the Wonderbolts uniform.

Suddenly you're very aware of her gaze as she catches you staring. Blushing, you look down at the floor and kick your hind legs back and forth. She's still scrutinizing you, you could feel it.

"I just need to finish locking up and we can go home, alright? Come on, you can come with." She says, opening the door and beckoning you to follow.

Bolting off the chair, you follow her closely down the now dark halls of the Wonderbolts offices. Pictures off all the great fliers were on the walls. There's even one of your mom.

Glancing side to side, you can't help but notice Spitfire's plot, inches away from your muzzle. Thick with muscle, it's rounded nicely, coat brushed to a shimmering glow. She was a show pony after all. Her perfectly combed tail swished from side to side as she walks briskly, nearly exposing her treasures underneath. You don't even notice her stop to lock a side door, running face first into her plump plot.

More shocked than anything, the mare glances back, slightly annoyed. "You really are a clutz aren't you." She reaches a hoof out and locks the outside door. "I guess it can't be helped. You're a teenager now, right?"

Flushed bright red, you try to compose yourself after running into her. Gods, you could still smell her. "Y...Yah. I just turned thirteen."

"Hm, fun time to be a colt." She smiled at you, leading you farther along the hallway. She locks two more doors, before leading you outside into the overcast afternoon. "Don't suppose you cook?"

Caught by surprise, you can only look at her with a dumbfounded look on your muzzle.

She laughs at you. "Well I guess that was a silly question, asking a teenage colt if he can cook. Don't be embarrassed. The only thing I can cook is toast. Looks like we're stopping somewhere for dinner."

She takes off like a shot, and at first you're worried she's left you behind. It passes quickly however, as she loops back around and hovers in the air, patiently waiting for you. You'd been flying for a couple years now, and were pretty good at it. Right now, you just hoped you didn't embarrass yourself.

It's really strange flying with her. You can tell she's holding back, but still glides so gracefully. Following her through the swollen grey clouds, she leads you on, sailing swiftly around rainclouds and breaching the cloud ceiling to glimpse the sun.

You know Cloudsdale fairly well, but she takes you deep downtown, to a strange small restaurant that you cant even read the name of. Gliding to a smooth landing, you trot next to her, taking in the neighborhood. You'd never been here before.

"You're pretty good in the air, kid. C'mon let's get some food."

The aromas in the restaurant overwhelm you as you walk into the dimly lit establishment. Thick smells of spice emanate from the kitchen. A friendly, smiling oriental pony greets you and let's you find your seat.

"Ever have Chinese before, kid?"

You shake your head.

"Mmhm, I'll get you something then." She says, and places the order. Spitfire is grinning at you as you examine the chopsticks. "You better stick to the fork."

"What are these things, anyways?" You pick up one of the wood sticks, poking absently at the table.

"Here." She picks up your sticks, and places them on either side of her yellow hoof. Carefully she pincers them together, picking up a napkin. She drops it nearly immediately. "I'm not really good at it either, I guess."

You can't help but chuckle at her. She's got a disarming smile as she looks back at you. This is the first time you've actually spent time with her outside the academy. She seems like just another mare.

The food comes, and it's amazingly good. Some sort of thin noodles with a rich broth and slices of tofu and vegetables. You dig in, a new found respect for your silverware. Spitfire is daintily eating her meal as she watches you, seemingly amused with the speed a colt could polish off a meal. She experiments with the chopsticks again, grabbing a slice of tofu. "Why don't you try them again?" She says, pushing the sticks back to you.

After a few minutes, you're flushed with embarrassment. You had managed to somehow fling a piece of tofu to an adjoining table, poke your other hoof, and break one stick entirely. Snickering, the yellow mare reached out with her own chopsticks and grasped a piece of your tofu, carefully bringing it to your muzzle. Heart racing, you stare at the offered piece of food. Opening slowly, you left her place it on your tongue. She pulls back, and it takes your brain a second to remember to chew. You're hot all over as you try to finish eating without looking up at her every few seconds.

Finished eating, you walk to the register to pay. Spitfire already has her change purse out as you tap her shoulder. "I can pay Miss Spitfire."

Grinning at you, she refuses. "Look kid, your mom left that money to cover emergencies. You don't have to pay to eat while you're staying with me."

"It's not all her money. I have my own too." You stammered. "I can spend it on what I want."

"Well I guess I can't stop you there, kid." She said. "Sure you don't want to spend that on your mare friend though?"

Your face flushes crimson as you avoid her gaze. "Well...I don't have many friends. Since mom travels a lot."

She stands silent as you pay. You follow her out, still not sure why you even told her that. You just suddenly felt like you wanted to. You felt like you could definitely trust her.

Suddenly she reaches a hoof around your shoulder, holding you against her body. She's feels warm. Her soft coat rubs against yours as she speaks softly to you. "We can be friends, okay kid? We're gonna have some fun this summer, I promise."

You fly back to her house, feeling amazingly light in the air. You and Spitfire do some barrel rolls, the yellow mare laughing at your efforts to do the simple trick. She helps you by grasping your hoofs and swinging you in tighter circles. Flinging you forward at high speeds, you find yourself actually laughing in the early dusk sky, feeling carefree and happy for the first time in months. Every time you look into her orange eyes you keep thinking this summer might just be alright after all.

Spitfire's house isn't at all what you expected. The place is rather untidy, with dishes left here and there, and crumpled bags of take out scattered about the table and counter. It was a small place, but being in downtown Cloudsdale, it felt expensive. A small kitchen opened to a living room, packed with old beaten up leather chairs and a couch. The far wall was one large window, giving a great view of white high rises lit in the failing light of the evening. You were pretty far up after all, isolated from the noise of the street.

"Here's the bathroom." She opened a side door. You both blushed as you realized all her feminine products were strewn about the counter. "Er, I'll have to clean up in there. Here, this is your room."

She opened another door into what was apparently the only bedroom in the place. You could almost smell the mare as you walk inside. "It's the only bedroom after all. I'll just take the couch." She said, leaning over and ruffling your mane. "I know how you young colts need your privacy!"

Scrunching your muzzle at her, you can feel the embarrassment coming back. "But...Miss Spitfire, this is your bed isn't it?"

"Hey don't worry about it. I sleep on my couch at work all the time. It's not a big deal. Now you unpack and I'll tidy up around here."

You hoped she was going to clean the bathroom. That counter full of weird applicators and pads was scary. You survey the room, noticing it really doesn't appear too used. How much time did she spend at the academy? The bed was perfectly made. The carpeted floor was clean, and all the furniture was neat and tidy, if not a bit dusty.

You take your small suitcase and lay it on a chair. Falling onto the bed, you pick up a distinct smell. Up from under the comforter it sneaks up on you, almost clouding your mind as you bury your muzzle deeper into the covers. Stripping the blanket and first sheet, you lay down face first, breathing deeply.

Sweet Celestia, it smells just like her.

Grinding your muzzle deeper into the cotton sheets, you can smell her clearly, a slight tang of sweat outlined against her soft feminine smell. You blush as you realize you're sniffing where her flank would be. You remember her orange tail from earlier, swaying. Almost hypnotic.

The sheet rises near your leg as you feel your erection suddenly spring up, completely unnoticed until it practically slaps your stomach.

'Crap.' You think to yourself. 'I should really tell her she left her old sheets on here...She'll think I'm some kind of pervert. Although...I wouldn't mind if she didn't change them.'

You snuggle into the bedding a little more, trying to find all the scent you can. You vividly picture her sleeping form, writhing around on the white covers. At full mast now, you shudder as the cotton rubs over your shaft.

"Hey, kid, you're not going to bed already?"

Startled from your fantasy, you look up to see the fiery mare standing in a set of black panties. The irony that she's wearing more clothing now than she usually does is lost on you as you gape at her form hugging undergarments. "Hey! Quite daydreaming and wake up. I said you could use the bathroom now, okay?"

Nodding dumbly you hide your erection under the covers. Maybe you would use it. It was the only room with a lock, after all...

You creep from the bedroom to the bathroom, clutching your erection painfully between your thighs. Sneaking the few steps to the bathroom, you duck inside, locking it behind.

Finally alone, you let your dick spring free. Just picturing her in those panties makes you throb. Stroking it lightly, you glance around the room. Spitfire's laundry hamper sat in the corner. Stroking yourself, you walk over and peak inside.

Lifting up the bamboo lid, your eyes light up at the cache of cotton and lace treasures. Her flight instructor outfit lays on top. Your body is on fire as you pull the jacket aside and inspect her slacks. Hidden inside like a hidden gem, you find a pair of light blue bikini style panties. Carefully you unroll them. You can picture the hot mare wearing them vividly now.

Bringing the crotch to your muzzle, you take a fresh sniff of her. The smell is still fresh as you run the still damp underwear over you nose. She smells so good. She must use some sort of lemon shampoo, mixing with the sharp odor of her own musk. It permeates you all the way to your brain, driving you crazy.

Taking the thin garment, you rub the damp crotch along your flared colthood. The coolness contrasts your heat as you rub the cotton all around your glans, massaging yourself with her intimates. Sighing as you get close, you realize you can hear her. She's right on the other side of the door, still wearing those black panties...

It all too much. Your orgasm rises through your groin as you thrust hard against your own hoof. Before you can think, you're cumming into the cotton panties, picturing her as you rock back and forth in pleasure. You tease the underside of your shaft as you ride the orgasm, filling the blue fabric with your load. With clenched eyes you finish, still rubbing the now drenched cotton along your length.

Sighing, you look down at the mess you made of Spitfire's underwear. There's no way she isn't going to notice. You bury it deep in the hamper.

There's a knock on the door. "You alright in there?"

"Uh...y...yah, one sec..." cleaning up, you use the toilet and flush, opening to find Spitfire lounging on the sofa, still in nothing but her underwear. She's spread out a blanket to sleep on.

"Want to play a game before bed? I've got some pretty decent board games around here somewhere..." She says, patting the couch next to her.

Crap. You're already getting hard again. 'This is a terrible idea.' Your mind is screaming. Your dick respectfully disagrees. At thirteen, you already knows which one wins.

Walking over, you sit on the comfy overstuffed couch. She's looking at you. You stare at the ground to get away from her gaze.

"What're you doing way over there?" She says, giggling. You look across and realize you sat precisely as far away as the piece of furniture would allow. Awkwardly scooting over, you catch glimpses of her undergarments from under the blanket covering her below the waist. Her pony cleavage is clearly visible around her waist. Thinking quickly, you toss the blanket over your groin, hiding your quickly growing member.

"So what do you want play?"

"Oh, um, anything is fine really..."

Spitfire pulls over a bunch of boxes. "Hmm let's see. Monopoly, Risk, um no, I don't think we want to be playing all night...oh, I have Apple to Apples...no that's probly more of a foals' game."

You can't help but notice she's holding every box right in her lap by her breasts like some sort of sick game. Does she even realize she's doing this? You can see her gracefully outlined cleavage outlined by the colorful board game boxes. Every time she breathes they rise and fall a little.

"Hey! How bout some cribbage? I haven't played this thing in ages."

Nodding dumbly, you shift over a little bit, edging closer to her. All of a sudden, the yellow mare reaches a hoof around you and pulls you close to her. Your flank touches hers, and you can feel the silky softness of her coat and delicate underwear. Frozen stock still, you just lean against her awkwardly for a few minutes as she readies the game, your body growing hotter as you feel her warmth against your side. You've pinned your erection between your thighs, and you pray to Celestia you can hold it there.

You're failing horribly at the game, understandably distracted like you were. Spitfire's being a good sport though, and helps you out with your scoring. You're both pretty bad honestly. You miss a lot of finer points of the game, and she's long since lost the rules.

"This is taking forever. I think we're missing some points..." She says, sighing. "I don't think cribbage is sposed to take 3 hours to play.

"It's alright. Not like we have to finish it or anything."

"Is that because you're losing?"

"Of course not!"

"Well it's alright either way. You should be going to bed soon." She says, stroking your mane. You just sit there quietly, nestled against her warm body, letting her hoof do what it wants. "Hey kid, you weren't serious before about not having any friends, right? I mean, we're in Cloudsdale a lot of the time for shows. You must have met some ponies by now, right?"

"Well, yah, I know some. I don't really hang out with them too much though. They all like different things than me." You lie to her.

"Their loss. You seem like a sweet kid to me." God she's still stroking your mane. You nuzzle a little closer to her, and you smell her soft fur. You can smell lemon shampoo again.

"You're kidding about a marefriend, weren't you? You really never meet a cute little filly that you liked? I would have thought they'd be all over you, being a son of a Wonderbolt and everything."

Hearing her talk like this is making your whole face blush. Your receding erection is now back in full force, threatening to spring lose. You needed to do something. Bringing hooves to your knees, you make a small tent, enclosing the space in front of you. You finally let yourself spring free, sighing softly as you release yourself. You can feel yourself leaking now, as she keeps stroking your back softly.

"Well, um...Ma'am..."

She stops you with a hoof to your muzzle. "You can just call me Spitfire. I'm not your instructor and I'm not your mother after all."

"Okay...Spitfire." It felt good to say. You loved it. You loved saying her name like this. "Well, I dunno, I guess I just never thought about a mare like that..." Another lie.

"You do like mares right?"

It took you a minute to gather what she meant. "What?! Yes!"

"Kidding, kidding!" She says, laughing. "Look, I'm sure you're going to make plenty of friends during your life. Just never give up, okay? I'm even going to help you this summer. Why, by the time your mother comes home, I guarantee I will even find you a marefriend!"

She accentuates her statement by grabbing you and pulling you in close. With no time to react, you look in horror as your concealed erection is pushed against her inner thigh, prodding against it and leaving a dollop of your pre. You shudder as your sensitive tool is dragged against her silky soft breasts for only a moment, before you slide back to your position at her side.

Dear gods, you're a dead man. At least you'll die happy though...

You sit stiff as a board in a state of pure terror as you wait for her reaction. She keeps talking. It's as if nothing happened. That wasn't possible, right? You clamp your legs to your chest, trapping the offending appendage.

"Tomorrow I'll have all day to spend with you, kay? We can do whatever you want." Spitfire said. "Let me use the bathroom first, then you can use it to get ready for bed. Sorry about sharing it, I only have the one." She gets up, patting you on the head. You keep looking forward, concentrating on the death lock on your shaft.

As soon as the bathroom door closes, you flip up the cover and rush into your bedroom. Hiding under the covers, you contemplate what just happened.

She had to have realized, right? And then she was talking about marefriends and all that...

It's just too confusing. You finally decide to just go to sleep. Still semi aroused and very puzzled, you slipped off to dreamland with the sweet smell of Spitfire in the air.