Summer on Fire

Batting eyelids still heavy with sleep, you try to block out the rays of light assaulting you. Mumbling, you pull the covers up tight over your muzzle, trying to escape the morning.

As you slowly wake, you realize two things.

One, you're still in Spitfire's bed. And it feels amazing. You wished it would smell like her forever.

Two, you're sporting morning wood stiff enough to hammer nails.

Well, you did well in math class. Putting one and two together, you start rubbing yourself, rubbing your muzzle against the sweet smelling sheets. It's not going to take long considering the state you're in. You had one dream after another about the mare last night.

Only a few moments in, you notice a humming noise coming from the door. Without any warming, she strides in, not even acknowledging you. It's now painfully obvious she opened the curtains; there was no lock on the door after all. You make a slight ruffling noise on the sheets, and she turns, staring at you with those orange eyes. She glances down to your very obvious stiffy poking through the sheets. Stifling a giggle, she picks up a few things she had left when she was tidying up.

"Don't be so bashful, kid. I'm not a little filly after all. It's nothing I haven't seen." She says matter of factly, continuing to clean up her room. "At least have the decency to use the bathroom, okay?"

Blushing, you try to cover it up anyways, averting yourself from her gaze. Suddenly it hits you. Bathroom! You colthood springs forth with new found vigor as you start to get out of bed, the magic wicker basket already in your dreams.

"Oh hey. One other thing." She takes out a baby blue piece of fabric. Your eyes go wide in horror. "Don't use my panties again. Or it'll be the last time you use that thing for anything."

She flings the still sticky underwear at your head, where they stick to your muzzle, the now clammy cold cum inside spilling out down your face. Wildly grasping at your face, you fling the offending undergarment to the ground, leaving a cooling puddle of colt seed stuck to your muzzle. "Gross!" You exclaim, making a beeline to the bathroom.

"Well how do you think I feel!" She yelled after you.

Locking the door, you clean yourself up a bit, shuddering at the thought of what was splattered all over your face. Brushing your teeth and washing your face, you finally feel awake. By this time you're completely over having anything to do with the hamper. Might as well get something to eat.

"What do you mean, no cereal?" You whined. She was right though. There wasn't a scrap of anything remotely breakfastlike in the entire place. The fridge was filled with mustard, ketchup, a bottle of milk from the Nixon era, and a strange green tinted take out box that apparently had gone from the 'stinking' stage right to fossilization.

"Look, I don't really eat here. I told you I don't cook. We need to go grab something if you really want breakfast." She said. "Personally, I usually just skip it."

"My mom says that's not an option. it's the..."

"...most important meal of the day. Yah, thanks kid. Alright, lets go get something, there has to be someplace around here that has something good."

You're about fifteen stories down when you start to really feel it in your legs. These highrises were absolute murder. "It's really too bad...this place doesn't have an elevator..." You wheezed.

"Oh it does."

You stop cold in your tracks on the metal stairs. Ears twitching, you put your hoof out to stop the mare. "Are you saying...this building...has an elevator in it. An elevator that we could be using right now?"

She smiles at you. "Well, yah. You really think everypony uses the stairs?"

"My guess is only the idiots do."

"Hah! Only the winners, more like it. You want to build up those flabby legs of yours don't you?" She smirked, poking your gangly limbs.

Sighing, you walk towards the door. "I'm taking the elevator..."

"No you're not."

"What?"

She steps in front of you, snorting her nostrils. You hadn't seen her like this before. She looked positively...mean.

"Look kid, I'm responsible for you this summer and all I've seen so far is a little...pervert...that needs some discipline. I tried the nice auntie routine and guess what? I woke up to a pair of semen soaked underwear."

"S...sorry about that." You croaked out, looking down at the floor. You felt about six inches tall in front of the pegasus mare right now.

"Sorry isn't good enough. I decided this morning. You're just going to have to become my personal cadet this summer. I'll try to make a colt out of you, but I obviously don't have much to work with." She says, staring you down. "Now come on, lets get something to eat."

With a miserable look on your face, you turn and start heading for the stairs. You hear a sigh behind you.

"Hey, you don't have to overdo it rookie. It's another fifteen flights down. You can take the elevator if you want."

Sighing gratefully, you start walking towards the elevator. Spitfire even pushes the down button for you.

"Of course, I expect those fifteen floors made up when we get back."

Breakfast was a good, if not mostly silent affair. Spitfire took you both to a little greasy spoon she knew of a little ways from her apartment. She claimed they made a great burger, but to no surprise their breakfast fare was good too.

You ordered a plate of hash browns and eggs, while she got toast with fried eggs on top. She finished it off quickly, nursing her coffee as she watched the other diners.

You couldn't bear to sit through the silence anymore. "Spitfire...I'm really sorry about the um...the laundry basket thing..."

She opened one eye and stared you down with it. "You mean MY underwear, rookie?"

You nod pitifully. "I wasn't lying about not having a marefriend, honest. I just can't stop myself sometimes. I, I saw you wearing those panties and I couldn't, you know...control it."

She broke into a full out laugh. That wasn't expected.

"Wait, wait, I turned you on huh? I'm old enough to be your mother. Do you have some kind of thing for older mares, rookie?"

Stammering, you try to find the right words. "Not...all of them?"

She's still giggling at your predicament. "This is just too good. Guess this little cadet has a crush on his instructor. Wouldn't be the first time."

Blushing, you look around. Nearby patrons are actually looking at you now. Quietly, you try to reason with her. "Spitfire, if you could just, maybe, not walk around like that..."

Grinning fiercely, she drives you back down in your seat. "No deal. It's my place, I'll act like I choose. You're just gonna have to deal with it."

"Okay..."

You can tell she still finds the whole thing extremely amusing. Still chuckling, she asks, "So rookie, honestly, how long have you been after your instructor's plot."

Celestia, please strike me down right now.

"Can we not talk about this, please?"

"Alright, alright. I'll drop it. But if you don't tell me, you still have to do those extra fifteen floors."

"Fine." you mumble. Anything is better than this.

You did the entire thirty floors on the way back. Going upstairs, too. About a third of the way up it dawned on you how ridiculous the whole situation was, considering you had wings and all. There's no way you could use them though. She'd definitely know.

Panting with exhaustion, you knock open the apartment door, and collapse into a leather chair. Glancing over, you see the yellow mare casually reading a book. She gives you a cursory look, than goes back to reading.

"So what did you want to do today, rookie?"

You're still panting for breath, wheezing slightly as you talk. "Is...is dying allowed?"

"No." She marks her spot, and puts her book down. "I promised you we would do something you wanted today. Here's your chance."

"Alright, alright, just...give me a minute." Flipping onto your back, you catch your breath. When you heard you'd be staying with Spitfire this summer, you remember having all kinds of fantasies about what the two of you could do. With her sitting right here, they seemed pretty childish now. Especially considering last night...

"Can we go to the mall?"

"Hm, actually that sounds good. I need to get a couple things too. Sure, lets go." She grabs a small purse from the table.

"Spitfire...um, can we use the elevator?"

She thinks about it for a moment. "I suppose. You didn't cheat before did you? I'll find out if you did."

Shaking your head quickly, you give her your most innocent look. "No way. I walked all the way up, I promise."

Walking by you, she just ruffles your mane. "I guess I believe you. Alright, no stairs for you. Come on."

With a wave of relief washing over you, you happily follow the mare downstairs.

Flying in downtown Cloudsdale in the middle of the day was insane. The sky was littered with pastel ponies, each one seemingly in a tremendous hurry to be somewhere. You stuck close to Spitfire as she skillfully navigated the congested skies. Whenever you would hesitate near an intersection, she scowled a bit, pushing your rump through.

"Rookie, you can't do that, okay?" She yelled at you in midair. "You're gonna make someone crash into you at this rate. Just pick a path through and go, okay? You gotta be confident."

Trying again, you come to the next crossing. It's terrifying to you. The tall buildings block your sight to the sides, so you blindly enter it, and find yourself immediately in the midst of over a dozen other pegasi, all shooting past you on the side street. You freeze up again, almost trying to go back. Spitfire grabs you again and pulls you through, while angry ponies shout at you from all directions. She shakes a hoof at one of them, shouting angrily.

"Come on kid, here, follow me." She starts flying alongside you, and reaches out a wingtip to gently touch yours. Just the light feel of her wing on yours is comforting. She grins at you, guiding you into the next intersection.

It's easy with her there. When you feel the fear start to well up again, you just concentrate on the gentle touch of her wing on yours. She speeds up, taking you along with her. Shooting through the wall of fliers, they part around the both of you, making a path. Sighing in relief, you pass through, still touching her wing gently on the way to the mall.

The Cloudsdale mall was one of your favorite places in town. It was simply gigantic. Three stories of shops were all connected by an outdoor courtyard, allowing pegasi to fly around freely. There was pretty much a shop for everything.

The part you liked the most though, was that you could just blend into the scenery. No one ever noticed you at the mall. You could hang out here and watch other ponies having fun, while melding into the background, invisible. It wasn't any use talking to anyone, anyways. You wouldn't be around for more than a few months usually.

They landed near the entrance, the building oddly empty. It was midday on a weekday, after all.

"So where do you want to go?" She asked.

An idea popped into your head right away. You had thought about taking her there in your fantasies. "Let's go to the arcade?"

She snorts a bit, stifling a laugh. "Isn't that for colts, rookie?"

Blushing, you look down at the ground. Of course she wouldn't want to...

She reaches over and puts a hoof around your neck. You shudder slightly at the sudden contact. "I'm just kidding. We can go if you want to."

You explain a little bit about some of the brand new games they had out. It was definitely one of your favorite places in the mall, and you knew most of the games by heart. Your mom would often drop you off with a handful of bits and you would while away the whole day there.

As you arrive, you point out one of your favorites. "See, it's sort of a flying simulator. Obstacles pop up on the screen, and you have to guide the pony on the screen through them. Pretty cool, huh?"

"You realize we could just go outside and fly?"

A little crestfallen, you try again. "Well yah, but this gives you a score, and..."

"Why don't you just show me?" She puts a bit in the coin slot, and it starts up. Simple graphics on the screen show a series of rings coming at you. You've hardly played this game before, so you do your best to guide the on screen pony through the course. You reach the end, and have to perform a loop to get through the last ring. You fail in epic fashion, the little 8 bit pony falling to the ground with a skull above his head.

"Damn." You mutter, getting ready to try again.

"It's a simulator, right? You can't make him climb that fast, rookie. Go into the second to last ring higher, and then head towards the ground fast. It'll give you a lot more speed to make the loop."

She was right. The little grey pony on the screen easily made it this time. "Told ya." She says happily from behind you.

You play a few more games, but you can tell she's just being a good sport, watching while you play. She was about as old as your mother after all. You realized halfway through playing how stupid you were being, thinking she would enjoy this.

"Um...Spitfire, where did you want to go, anyways?"

"Just one place. I don't think you would want to go, though." She smirked at you.

"I want to go!" You blurted out. "I mean, um, we're hanging out today, so I want to stick together. You put up with me so far."

"Alright, rookie. Let's go."

Okay you weren't expecting THIS.

Seated on a tall stool labelled 'Husband Chair', you're adrift in a sea of lacy pony panties. The entire store is packed with every single kind, unmentionable or not. Spitfire had literally dragged you inside, a wicked grin on her face.

She reminded you that you 'owed her'.

Worst of all, the attendants were on your case the entire time. They initially though you were Spitfire's son, but she acted insulted, claiming you were her coltfriend and you had a very embarrassing glandular problem. Chuckling evilly, Spitfire took you to the changing area with her, right alongside the changing curtain so she could parade in front of you after each change.

The attendants hadn't taken their eyes off you since. You felt like a sexual deviant.

Maybe you were.

Spitfire, as expected, was a very picky mare. She tried on dozens of things, from lace to simple cotton. Seeming to delight in showing off her plot to you, you sat for the entire hour in a state of awkward sexual frustration, your face a permanent hue of red, as the two attendants treated you with all decorum afforded a foal molester.

Every single time she found a blue pair of panties, she made extra sure to show off from every angle, including raising her tail suggestively a couple times. You groaned as you sat cross legged, trapping your erection firmly below you.

You could hear them talking about you from the other side of the curtain. "Well, he's kind of repressed. I think I'm probly the first mare he's been with."

"Oh, that's just sad, miss. How old did you say he was?"

"Forty. He has that weird disease that makes you age backwards." Spitfire was having fun with this.

"Oh my, how terrible. Like from the movie."

"Yah, that's it." You hoped your misery was entertaining for her.

She came back, one last time. Your eyes open wide. Spitfire was wearing the same light blue panties you found in her hamper. "I KNOW you like this pair, don't you, rookie."

One attendant whispered to the other. "Why does she keep calling him 'rookie'?"

"Probly a sex thing." They whispered back.

Sweating nervously, you couldn't take your eyes off that fiery orange tail and plump yellow plot. The flames of her cutie mark were visible on either side of the tight fitting garment. The fabric grasped her muscular thighs, molded to her body. She turned around, flipping her tail from side to side. All her details were plain to see through the tight cotton. Biting your lip, you try to control yourself.

Smirking to the attendants, Spitfire walked behind the screen again, looking slyly at you. "I think he likes these. You can buy me a pair, right?"

You just nod dumbly. You don't even ask how much they are.

"Those are 25 bits, sir." The attendant tells you.

Bits? What are bits? Your mind fumbles around a bit until you take the money out.

"Sir, the register is over here." She motions.

Panicking, you fumble for an excuse. "Can...can you just take my bits here?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, um...I just feel like sitting a bit more. I'm really tired."

The older attendant whispers to the other. She immediately blushes slightly, a look of surprise on her face. "Oh! I see, um, alright, I'll be back then sir."

Looking over, Spitfire is nearly crying, she's laughing so hard. At least someone was enjoying this...

Sitting sullenly on the mall bench outside, you hold the pink bag from the lingerie store. She had insisted on that.

"C'mon kid, don't be so down. I was just messing with you a little bit. We're even now, okay? I promise to forget everything about the other night."

"Alright." You say softly. "I really am sorry about that, you know. I shouldn't have done it."

"I know. We all do stupid stuff when we're teenagers, it just happens. It's not like I'm gonna tell anyone."

"Thanks."

You both sit on the bench a few minutes, just watching the ponies go by. It's turning into afternoon now, and the place is starting to fill up. You hear your stomach growl as you realize the both of you skipping lunch.

"Want to get something to eat?" You asked her.

"Sure." She gets up, noticing the pink bag you dutifully pick up. "Hey rookie, you don't have to carry that around if you don't want to."

Bristling a bit at her, you clutch it tighter. "Maybe I want to. I bought em for you, after all."

She laughs at you. "Well, yah, they're not for you though. I mean...you know that, right?"

Ears drooping slightly, you feel your heart fall down a few notches. "Yah, I knew that." You look up into her eyes earnestly. "Who are they for?"

"Just...just a friend of mine. He liked that pair." She reached out hesitantly and grabs the string handles. You don't resist, letting her take the pink bag.

"Let's just get something to eat." Turning for the food court, you don't look back at her as you walk away.