Summer on Fire

“Hey, rookie, wake up.”

“Mmm?” You open your eyes, the world coming into focus as the sun streams in through the windows. You were up pretty late last night, and it still feels early. Trying to pull covers over your head to escape, you only find them pulled away by Spitfire.

“Oh no you don’t. You don’t have time to go back to sleep. Get up, I’ll fix you something to eat.”

As your brain starts processing, you realize you slept on the couch. You blush a bit as you remember the previous night. Did you sleep out here with her? There was no way you could ask her.

The sound of a pan on the stovetop snaps you out of your daydream. You can already smell something good when you finish up and open the door. “Is that…pancakes?”

“Uh, yah, I figured I’d take a shot at it. They had a mix at the shop downstairs. If I can lead the academy, I can make a pancake, right?”

She was different today. Happier. You liked her like this.

She was struggling a bit getting the flipping down, but soon she had a small stack of irregularly shaped pancakes on a plate in front of you. “Syrup?” You asked politely.

Spitfire facehoofs, sighing. “Whoops. Um, what about some ketchup?”

“Er, no, that’s okay. I’m sure they’re good just on their own.”

You were wrong. She hadn’t added enough water. They were exactly like you’d expect dry pancakes with no syrup to taste. Couldn’t fault her for trying. You ate them all anyways, thanking her.

“We’re both going in to the academy today, rookie. I’ve been away for too long, and you need something to do during the day to keep you out of my clothes hamper.”

You blush a bit at the comment.

“Don’t worry, you aren’t going through the tough stuff. We’ll find you something fun to do, okay?”

Actually it did sound kind of fun. You spent a lot of time at the academy already, and a lot of what they did there looked really fun. The cadets had a fair amount of free time after all. It wasn’t all just drills and exercises.

Walking out of the apartment, you look over at the dreaded stairs. Spitfire looks at you, grinning as she sees your look of dismay. “You’ll get enough of a workout today. No stairs this morning, okay?”

Happily you trot over and join her in the elevator. The day was looking up.

The sky was perfectly clear over the academy. Perched on top of it's own little mesa, you could already see the forms of cadets and Wonderbolts alike training. Cruising in with Spitfire at your wing, you felt special. Everypony acknowledged her as she flew past. It was pretty cool.

You both land and walk into her office. The first course of business was to fire up her very well worn coffee maker. She'd gone the whole morning without a cup. She sat down at her desk, checking some fresh paperwork as she waited for it to brew.

"Looks like I'm going to be pretty busy today. I'll have one of the instructors take you around the place, okay? Fast Clip is supposed to be helping some of the Wonderbolts team with some maneuvers, but they can do that on their own. You can try the obstacle course this morning, alright?"

Your wings pricked up a bit. "Really? I get an actual instructor...and I get to do the cadet obstacle course?"

She smirked at your childish look of glee. "Well yah, you're a cadet now, right? Don't thank me too much yet, Fast Clip isn't going to treat you like a foal out there."

Fast Clip was a strict looking white pegasus, and yet surprisingly, he was being pretty cool with you. He shows you all the different parts of the obstacle course, before letting you try it, promising the high speed cloud cannons weren't going to be firing at you.

"You sure those things aren't going to misfire?" you asked for the third time.

"I already told you, somepony has to fire em'. Are you gonna go or not? There's nothing to be afraid of, I'm gonna watch you the whole way, okay?"

Damp with a nervous sweat, you stretched your wings for the hundredth time as you tense up. You flip down your goggles, and take off. Angling for the first ring, you nail it, looping up and around, putting yourself in place for the second. The cloud rings fall one after another as you pick up speed, deciding to just shoot straight through the storm clouds as fast as possible to avoid having to flap and fight the winds.

It's a lot harder than it looks. The wind from the storm hits you like a wall, almost knocking the breath out of you. For a minute you fight against it, feeling your wings burn with exertion. Fake lightning cracks around you, making you jump every time. You finally realize you can't fight this thing. You need a strategy.

Looking up, you can see a slight break in the storm; a lighter section of clouds. Riding the currents instead of fighting them, you glide up, and find the gentler current. 'You can do this now.' You realize. 'I can get through this thing.'

Gliding through the gentler air, you still feel yourself buffeted from the sides by the more violent winds. Bracing wings against the onslaught, you see a pinprick of light ahead. You dive down and pierce it, the world opening up to brilliant sunlight as you come out the other side. You're excitement is short lived as you see the air blowers ahead. Fast Clip had warned you about them. One touch from the high speed air was going to send you flying out of bounds, failing the course.

Your wings were already aching, but you psyched yourself up, and aimed for the first blower. You watch it closely as you glide in slow, trying to time it. Counting the movements in your mind, you suddenly go for it, giving a swift flap to propel yourself through.You barely make it, feeling the cool air tickle your back as you shoot through. Suddenly you realize your mistake, as there's simply no time to judge the next blower. You careen head first directly into it's path, the swift wind catching your whole body, flinging you like a rag doll into the soft clouds lining the course.

After the world stops spinning, you open your eyes, checking yourself for damage. You're on your back in the cloud, legs sticking out. One, two, three, four. Okay, that's all good.

Testing wings, you see both tips poking out. "Good job guys." You mumble, insulting them. Looks like the only thing broken was your pride.

Fast Clip is over soon to help you out. "Hey, you able to fly?" He says, pulling you out of the clouds.

"Y...yah, I think so. It didn't hurt at all."

"That's good. You know, I didn't even expect you to make it this far. I was still over at the raincloud waiting for you to blown away." He motioned over at the dark sky behind you. "Pretty good for a kid. You're Fleetfoot's son, right?"

You nod at him, feeling a little better about yourself.

Fast Clip checks his watch. "Hey, you want to see something? The Wonderbolts are gonna practice their routine for the summer festival soon. We can go get a sneak peak, if you want."

"Who's all doing the show for the festival?"

"Oh, lets see, Lightning Streak, Soarin', Spitfire of course..."

"She's in the show?" Your face lit up. You loved seeing Spitfire perform.

"Of course kid. She's the Captain after all."

You got over to the Amphitheater just in time. The four performing fliers were just taking off. The music recording played in the background to give them cues, but it still felt strange looking around and seeing nopony here to watch them.

They all were amazing fliers. They started by doing some corkscrew type move where they all intertwined tightly, before breaking off. Your eyes trailed as you found Spitfire. She was wearing the trademark blue and yellow suit, a lightning bolt down her chest. Her mane slicked back by the wind, she created a fiery trail in the sky as she picked up speed. Swooping down, she met the other ponies, and they all pulled up at the last minute, darting in all directions. She flew directly over you, seemingly unaware you were even there.

You got a good view of her as she shot by. She was amazing, like usual. The perfect, graceful, movements of her whole body and her elegant wings. You could see her uniform stretched tight against her, following all her movements.

Your wings stood up again as you finished watching the show. Hopefully nopony would notice...

She came walking over afterwards, her face flushed, mane soaked with sweat. She obviously put her all into it, even though it was practice.

"Hey rookie! How'd you do on the course?"

"Well...I almost finished it. I got past the first air blower at the end, but then I got busted by the next one."

She seemed surprised. "That's still good for a kid. Right Fast Clip?" The white pony nodded at her. "Don't worry about it, you got all summer to figure it out, right? You'll finish it, just wait and see!"

The other Wonderbolts were headed for the locker room, as one called out to Spitfire. She waved at him. "Rookie, we're gonna go get lunch, okay? You want to come with?"

"Sure!" You beamed.

"Alright, I'm just going to take a shower and finish up here. You mind waiting for me?"

You shook your head, following the mare over to the locker rooms.

The simple white concrete locker rooms are near the main building. Flying there with the other ponies, you decide to just wait outside the male side for her. No use going near the female side and getting her worked up again.

You're only there for a few minutes when it happens. Soarin' pushes a small cart of laundry out of the lockers, placing it alongside your bench. It's all their uniforms from the practice today.

Glancing over, you take a peak. There was absolutely nopony around. Certainly there's no harm in just looking...

You stand stock still as you see it. It's right on top, there's no mistaking it. All the female uniforms are smaller and more fitted, and this one has a small 'C' embroidered near the neck, denoting her rank.

This was Spitfire's Wonderbolts uniform.

Your teenage heart skips a beat, suddenly beating hard and fast in your chest. Wings spring up on their own as you study it. It's still glistening with her essence.

You take another fast look around. Coast was clear. Surely a quick smell would be okay...

Your brain explodes as you breathe in her musky scent. It smells so strongly of her it's unbelievable. You can make out her usual shampoo, heavily laced with her fresh, almost acrid sweat. Your body is almost acting on it's own as your legs turn to jelly, picturing her in tight fitting briefs, slipping the skin tight uniform over plump curves. Your member rises up, catching the bottom of the spandex. You moan slightly as the thin material catches it. Blushing deeply, you realize the tip of it is prodding against the suit's tailhole.

Crap. You shouldn't be doing this. She's gonna murder you.

As you're thinking, you rub the suit against you a bit more. You dick spasms against it, and your back legs nearly kick out as a twinge of pleasure shoots through you.

You make a mental note to keep score. Two points for your colthood, and your brain was getting skunked.

You ball the uniform up and sneak into the Stallions side of the bathrooms. You had at least like, twenty minutes right? You find a stall, and lock yourself inside before anyone can see. Taking out your little spandex treasure, you look it over. Your body is on fire now as you find the tailhole. It's completely unzipped, and you can fit your muzzle inside the uniform easily. You dig your muzzle in deep, sniffing the fabric that only moments ago hugged her toned haunches. Her overwhelmingly feminine smell rushes over you in an awesome wave. The still damp fabric sticks to you nose as you smell the Wonderbolt Captain.

Holding the rest of the fabric against your shaft, you start rubbing, unable to hold back any longer. Visions of her supple yellow flank flash through your mind as you start thrusting against it, trying your hardest to keep the noise down. The stretchy material catches you just right, grabbing your flared head on every stroke.

Stifling a moan, you feel it getting close.

"Hey rookie, you in here?"

You freeze, muzzle deep in the crotch of her uniform. You were a dead colt...

You're stiff with fright, not making a sound as you hear her hoofsteps walking closer. She checks the lock on the door, rattling it slightly. You can’t even breathe. Finally after an eternity, you can hear her turn around and walk away. She’s leaving the bathroom, when a familiar voice calls her.

“Hey, Firefly.”

Oh shit.

You can hear them talking briefly, but you can’t make out the words. They’re both just outside the bathroom. The two only talk for a few moments, before you hear him mention something about Spitfire’s office. Hoofsteps again, and the sound of a flapping pegasi taking off.

A pony walks into the bathroom. Heavy hooves resound around the tiled walls. It’s him. He walks slowly over to your stall, a hoof clopping against the door. “Hey kid, I know it’s you in there. You gonna come out, or am I coming in?”

You panic as you look down. You still have Spitfire’s dirty uniform wrapped around your rapidly deflating member. There’s no place to hide it. What’s this guy going to do if he finds you in there with it? You don’t have any time to think, as he kicks the door hard, wrenching the latch loose. The door opens slowly, and you’re face to face with Fire Streak. He takes one look at you, and bursts out laughing.

“Hahaha, what do we have here? Couldn’t get a real mare, huh kid? Just a little bucking pervert, aren’t you?”

Hanging your head in shame, you try to cover up a bit. You knew it was true. You were a pervert. No use denying it.

“Give it here, runt.” He grabs the uniform from you. You hastily cover yourself with your hooves. “Last thing I want is some pain in the ass kid clopping to my old lady, ya know? Now c’mon, get up out of there.”

You sit up, obediently, too ashamed to really think straight. Getting out of the stall, you stand in front of the large stallion, head hung low.

“My Firefly tells me you’re her cadet now. Well that’s real cute. She didn’t tell you how we stallions initiate the young cadets around here, did she?”

You just shake your head, not wanting to look up at him. He reaches out a hoof and puts it on your back, making your skin crawl.

“It’s real easy, kid. All you gotta do is open that annoying little mouth o’ yours.”

You come to your senses, trying to scramble away from him as he pushes you towards his groin. He’s strong. He’s got you by the mane, his powerful hoof holding you tight as you struggle. “Stop strugglin’, runt!” He grunts, pushing you lower. You can see his member now, black and as long as your forearm. You dig in with your hooves, finding no purchase on the smooth tiled floor.

He punches you in the side, knocking the wind out of you. Immediately you stop struggling, gasping for air as he lowers your muzzle to his stallionhood. “Just look at it this way kid. You left me with blue balls last night, and now you’re settin’ things right.”

Straining your neck as you try to force your mouth away from him, he punches you again in the gut. Groaning in pain, you lose all the will to fight him anymore. You feel tears well up as he pushes you closer to his shaft...

Suddenly without warning, the world goes upside down as something collides with the both of you. An orange blur lights up the room, and suddenly his weight is off of you. You fall on your back onto the white tile, still coughing for air. Looking over, you see the fiery form of Spitfire, and she cracks the stallion’s skull on a porcelain sink. There was a horrific sound of bone cracking on the hard fixture, and Fire Streak slumped down, a torrent of blood running down his perfect white fur.

Still on his hooves, he suddenly lashed out, groggy and disorientated by the blow to his head. He caught Spitfire in the chest, stunning her as she reared back. “You…you little bitch! I can’t believe you did that. I’m gonna wring your bucking neck for that!”

Fire Streak charged her, unsteady hooves carrying him in a pure rage. Spitfire was faster than him though. Dodging to the side, he missed the mare, running headlong into a wall. He stopped himself with his hooves, shaking his head, trying to fight through the grogginess. Spitfire tried to come at the stallion from behind, hooves raised to come down on his neck. With surprising speed, he reached around, grabbing the mare by the neck, choking her as he flipped around and pinned her easily under his weight.

Blood was flowing freely down his face now, as his features distorted into those of pure rage. He grinned evilly as she choked under his weight. He lowered himself, crushing her under his body. “Too bad, Firefly. Looks like we’re through!”

The yellow mare just looked back at him defiantly. Thrusting up with her legs, she bucked him up in the air just enough. A perfectly toned hind leg kicked out as hard as it could, finding itself lodging into the base of Streak’s still erect dick. The hard hoof dug into sensitive flesh, giving off a sickening sound that could only be described as a baseball bat hitting a foot long frank. There was seemingly no immediate response from Streak, who simply slumped over wordlessly, whimpering as he curled up in a fetal ball beside the fiery mare.

Spitfire rose up, rubbing her neck. She stood over him, seething. She kicked him again, this time in the back. He whimpers, rolling into a ball of agony, trying to shelter himself. “You bastard! I warned you about these bucked up initiations. And now with a kid?! There’s not gonna be a simple demotion or anything this time, Streak. I’ll make sure you rot in prison myself.” As if accentuating her last words, she kicked him again in the gut, a pitiful groan coming from the stallion.

She stood over you, a look of stoic defiance still on her face. Offering a hoof, she helped you up. “You okay?”

You could only nod. Glancing over, you made sure Fire Streak was still on the ground.

“We better go get a guard. C’mon, he’s not going anywhere.”