Strong hooves held your body as the elevator doors slide open silently. Disorientated as you tried to remember the last hour, your memory blanked as your head still spun, making you thankful for the light blue stallion helping you. Fleetfoot held your hoof, assuring you as the doors shut, a worried look on her muzzle.

“Oh my. He looks like he’s finally coming out of it.” She said. “Are you okay, Sweetie? I was worried about you.”

You nodded to assure her, but found yourself still too weak and dizzy to manage anything else. Slumping against Soarin’s back, you let the Wonderbolt carry you.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure he just fainted. A little bit of sleep and he’ll be as good as new.” Soarin’ said, comforting the mare.

“Thanks again for coming so fast to help. He’s gotten so big…I don’t know if I could have managed myself.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He replied. He motioned towards the elevator display lights. “Here’s Spits’ floor.”

Soarin’ hefted you higher onto his back as you exited, walking down the all too familiar hallway to her apartment. You vaguely could feel entering, a slightly worried Spitfire ushering you all inside. Glancing around as Soarin’ placed you in the bedroom, you were thankful that Spitfire had apparently moved all of her things out of the way. For all appearances it was your room again. Just like it was on that first day you had arrived…

He placed you gently on top of the sheets, giving your mane a rub as he set you down.

“You feeling better, kid?”

“Yah…” You said softly, thankful to be laying down. “Thanks Soarin’.”

“It’s no problem. You get some rest, okay? We’ll see you at the Academy tomorrow.”

Simply nodding to him, you nestled down into the soft linens. You smelled Spitfire’s lingering scent, and you instantly felt better. Soarin’ closed the door, and the dark of the room blanketed you, as you nuzzled deeper against the pillows. Muffled voices floated from the other room. You may have been able to hear what they were saying, but you were simply too tired to care.

Relaxing on the bed, you watched the lights of the city through the windows, a few pegasi flying past leisurely in the dusk light. She really had said it, hadn’t she? Fleetfoot had said Spitfire was pregnant. You recalled your embarrassing joke about not having a condom. You slunk further into the bed, wishing you could just fall off the plane of existence.

You couldn’t fool yourself, you realized. There was a very real possibility it was yours. The crushing reality of how you would continue school, or even what your future would be like, if you had to help take care of a foal flooded your thoughts. There was no way you could do all the after school training for the flight Academy. The Wonderbolts training camps were pretty much out of the question. They required a hundred percent of your time, and certainly left no room for child rearing.

Would you even make a good father? You were just a kid yourself after all. How could you be a good parent?

Wallowing in your own misery, you almost didn’t hear the door silently shut as Spitfire silently let herself in.

“How are you feeling, rookie? I guess that may have been a little too much to drop on you all at once, huh?”

Sighing, you just buried your muzzle deeper into the white sheets. You didn’t even budge when you felt her hoof on your neck, stroking you softly as she sat down next to you. You let her just sit there with you for a while, thinking.

“Spitfire…do you think it’s mine?” You said. It was the only thing that seemed to matter at the time.

“So you know the whole story, huh?” She said, quietly.

You only nodded back at her. Her face was tired, but almost relieved.

“Do you want it to be?” She asked.

The question hurt a lot more than it should. You didn’t really want it to be. But it would hurt her, if you said so.

“No.”

You couldn’t lie to the mare.

Spitfire chuckled, sighing as she kept stroking your mane. “I don’t blame you there, rookie. I used to worry about stuff like this when I was younger.” She replied.

“Shit like this can really ruin your career…” Spitfire said, laughing nervously.

“I…I didn’t mean it like...” You said, reaching out a hoof to hers, only to find her shying away from your touch.

“It’s alright. It’s not a big deal. You’re not the father, alright? You can’t be. You just can’t be. I won’t let that happen to you, okay?” Spitfire said, noticeably upset. The mare wiped a tear from her eye. You knew something was very wrong. The strong pony almost never cried. Even when she had been so injured, she had never once cried.

“Like I said before…this summer has to be a dream for you. You can enjoy it while it lasts, but it didn’t happen…” The mare was obviously fighting back her tears as she held you closer now. Reaching out, you hugged her tightly, burying your muzzle in her fuzzy chest.

She was making it easy for you, and you knew it. Everyone would believe Fire Streak was the father, as horrible a concept as that was. And you could just go back home, as if nothing ever happened. It felt like how things should be. With one little lie, all your problems would go away.

“What will happen to you?” You whispered into her chest. “I don’t want to forget everything. I don’t want to forget you...”

Spitfire gasps as you kiss her chest, holding her tighter. Her body quickly succumbs, pushing against your muzzle as you greedily lick her, nipping her neck as you work up slowly, kissing the underside of her graceful muzzle before kissing her deeply, your fatigue and dizziness from before vanishing as you smelled her intoxicating scent. Kissing her muzzle all over, you tasted her salty tears as you leaned forward and nipped her ear, causing the mare to melt against your body.

For the first time, you took complete control over her. Spitfire succumbed completely as you caressed her flank, holding her down against the bed as you rolled on top of her, licking the small of her neck as her mane tickled your nose. Confident hooves grasped her flank, rubbing her tail and dock as you grew more aroused. She was breathing heavily as your member touched her thighs, the mare pushing back against it, begging for your touch.

“I could never forget this.” You whispered into her ear.

“I wouldn’t want you to.” The mare replied back. She looked back at you as you mounted her, her fiery eyes catching the waning light from the street. You smoothed her mane out of her eyes, thrusting your member through her silky thighs, teasing her clit as you stroked against her.

Pushing her body hard into the soft mattress, you could feel your tip linger for a moment at her entrance, before it plunged inside her sodden marehood, making her grunt in ecstasy as you pinned her down. The mare thrust her flank up against you, trying to coax you deeper inside.

“You don’t need to…worry about a condom tonight…” She giggled, trying to catch her breath.

Why was that all of a sudden so unbelievably hot?

Spurred on by her words, you could feel your entire length hilt itself in her warm depths, her fuzzy haunches melding against yours. You moaned as her marehood clenched you tightly, rippling up and down your shaft as her muscles held you inside of her moist snatch. Every time you kissed the nape of her neck, her pussy would ripple down your shaft, making you shudder in ecstasy as you rutted the Wonderbolt deep and hard.

You could feel Spitfire’s breathing coming faster as her orgasm came. The mare was making cute little gasps against you as you thrust strong and deep into her, pushing her yellow body into the mattress. Her marehood was gushing against your thighs as the mare came, sticking her flank high in the air to meet you. Her juices ran down both of your thighs, pooling on the sheets.

You couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. Thrusting your thighs as deep as you could, you came, spurting hard against her womb with your potent colt seed. Nipping her neck as you hilted inside her, you held her tight with your hooves, feeling your body almost melt away as her marehood muscles quivered and stroked your length. It was almost as if the mare was wringing the sperm from your body as you pushed your thighs against her plot, every jet of cum flowing deep inside the athletic pegasi.

“Gods…that was amazing…” You said, panting against her as you held her body, still mounting her, waiting for your erection to finally subside.

“We should do it again.” She said, her voice still wavering as she recovered from her massive orgasm. “I want to do it again. As much as we can. Okay?”

She was looking back at you again with those half lidded eyes. Her blazing eyes caught the moonlight once more, and you could almost feel yourself growing hard again. Leaning down you kissed her, holding the mare close. As you started running a hoof along her shapely flank, your worries melted away as your lust overtook you once more.

Still sticky with sweat and sex, you rolled on your side, finding your groin still touching Spitfire’s flank as you spooned the mare, letting her heat mix with yours. Still basking in the warm sensations of your afterglow, you nuzzled her neck gently, feeling her mane on your muzzle. Wrapping a hoof around her, you could feel she was still awake. For a long time you just held her, watching the shadows of the early evening play against the far wall.

You had a hundred things to say to her. But in the end, only one thing really seemed to be worth talking about.

“Spitfire…why didn’t you tell me?” You asked, craning your neck around her, resting it on her shoulder.

“This whole thing would have been a lot easier if you never knew.” She whispered. “I think you knew that, though.”

“I would have found out anyways…my mom, somepony at the Academy…I’m not that dumb you know.”

“I know you’re not.” She said quietly. You could feel her push harder against you as she cuddled tighter with you.

“Do you think I’d be a bad dad or something?” You could only vaguely remember your dad. He never really did anything memorable with you. You knew you could figure it out though, if you had to.

Spitfire shifted around in the bed when you said that. Flipping to face you, you were staring into those intense orange eyes as she pressed her muzzle to yours.

“Really? You really don’t think you’d make a good dad? You’re everything a foal would want. You’re loyal, brave, compassionate…and you’re pretty funny sometimes too.” She said, booping your muzzle with hers. You both chuckled slightly, smiling at each other. She leaned forward and kissed your nose, resting her head on the pillow beside you.

“Then why shouldn’t…” Your voice stopped short as her gaze intensified, and the mare cut you off mid-sentence.

“I care too much about you to ask you to do that, rookie. It’s because of all those reasons you need to live your life. I’d feel terrible if I asked you to do this…” She reached out a hoof, stroking your mane from your eyes, caressing your muzzle. “If you do care about me, you’ll let me do this on my own.”

You knew better than to argue with her when she got like this. She obviously had made her mind up entirely, and no amount of talking would change that now. Sighing, you resigned yourself, letting your head sink into the pillow as Spitfire smoothed out your mane.

The week leading to the Summer Festival had gone a lot smoother than you thought. Helping Spitfire around the Academy and to her apartment had provided a good alibi to your mom, and for the most part your daily routine didn’t even have to change much. Fleetfoot was practicing so much every day, she had little time to be scrutinizing your activities anyways.

Best of all, Spitfire had a lot more free time due to her injury. She had been helping you with you training, letting you use the obstacle course and other training machines. With Fleetfoot occupied, you had even more time than usual to try out the different training routines and work on some of your stunts. As you filed some of the morning paperwork, you glanced at the clock. It wasn’t even noon, and you were finished for the day. You smiled to yourself as you happily trotted outside, flying off to the obstacle course.

Stretching your wings as you flew over, you were pleased to see it was empty. It wasn’t unusual at this time of day. Lunch was coming up soon, and all the cadets would be lining up already. Fast Clip gave you a nod as you landed.

“Back for more, huh kid?” He said as he arranged some of the cloud gates near the start.

“I’m just a glutton for punishment I suppose. You don’t mind if I use the course a while?”

“Not really. You better go now if you want to use the cloud cannons though. The tech ponies get a lunch too, ya know.”

Hell yes you wanted to use the cloud cannons.

Thanking the gruff instructor, you flew over to the familiar starting line. Your body was loose and ready as you focused on the starting rings, confidence welling in your chest. Pulling well-worn flight goggles into place, you eyed up the first ring. You’d done this course so many times on your own now, the first parts were simple and nonthreatening. It really didn’t get harder until the cloud cannons…

Waiting for the signal from one of the tech ponies manning the timer, your muscles tensed as you envisioned the course in your mind. Wings poised at your sides, the world went quiet as she signaled you, powerful muscles grabbing at the air as you flapped strong and hard to gain speed quickly off the starting line. Clearing the first cloud ring easily, you could feel the damp vapor on your wingtips as you angled towards the next.

Nimbly flying through the clouds, you were already focused on the next obstacle. Sizing up the wall of storm clouds, you allowed yourself a confident grin. It was easy when you knew how they worked. Rather than a test of a pony’s strength, they tested your mind, giving only one correct route through the violent storm. Banking through the last ring, you could see it. A lighter grey area of the clouds, puffy and lazy compared to the other windswept stormclouds. Banking sharply, you dart into it, the cool mist of the storm wetting down your mane and coat.

Letting your wings fly for you, you glided carefully on the gentle currents, tracing them through the storm. Your momentum from before helped you cruise through quickly, the light from the other side flooding over you as blinked the sun from your eyes. Your whole body felt cool as the wind quickly wicked off the moisture from the storm, mane and coat drying quickly as you spiraled down towards the air blowers.

You had learned all too well there was no way to time the powerful blowers. The timing was completely random. It was simply about anticipating what part of the sky they would target and just not being there. Flying more cautiously, you watched the first machine carefully as you approached, watching it move quickly as if it were trying to catch you. Bobbing at the last moment, you heard it belch a powerful jet of wind above you, well out of range. Grinning, you moved onto the next, avoiding them all easily.

Tensing yourself, you flew into the final section. Already you could see a few of the tech ponies loading the dreaded cloud cannons. For most pegasi, the cloud cannons were a fairly easy obstacle, and were seen as an easy end to the obstacle course. You however, hated them. The thick pink clouds that shot out were enough to stop a full grown pegasus in their tracks, but due to your small size, it felt like the equivalent of running into a brick wall.

You picked up speed as you prepared for the last obstacle. You knew better than to go slow. The longer you waited, the more of the fluffy pink abominations filled the sky. The last time, it had been like trying to navigate downtown Cloudsdale at rush hour. Dropping swiftly, you entered the area at full speed, wind whistling past you as the pink clouds started flying up at deceptive speeds. The first couple were easily avoided, but as you went farther they grew in numbers, as the thick clouds marshaled their forces to stop you from finishing.

Slicing sideways through two last puffs of pink, you shot through the last obstacle, tail catching on the clouds, trailing a thin wisp of pink behind you. Elated, you touched down on the landing pedestal, breathing heavy as you caught your breath. You never had made it clean before.

The clopping of hooves drew your attention, and glancing over you see Spitfire, a wide grin on her muzzle. Smiling back, you trotted over to meet her, stretching the burn of fatigue from your muscles.

“That looked pretty good, rookie.” Spitfire said, clapping a hoof on your shoulder. “You really have improved a lot this summer.”

“Thanks…” You wheezed, still trying to catch your breath. “Just don’t tell mom, okay?”

Spitfire laughed. “Oh come on. I think she’d be proud of her little colt. You show a lot of promise for your age. You really read the clouds well.”

Blushing, you let her hold you closer, burying your head against her body. For a moment you worried about the tech ponies or Fast Clip seeing. But it passed nearly immediately. You didn’t really care if they saw you anymore.

“Good enough to fly in the Summer Festival” You asked gamely.

“Heh. Nice try. You can still watch from the Wonderbolt box though.”

Smiling, you walked away with the mare, resting your body against hers. That would have to be good enough.

Author's Note

Getting close now guys. One more chapter for the Summer Festival! I hope you all are enjoying it so far.