Summer on Fire

Later in the afternoon, you and Spitfire sat in the deserted amphitheater. It was nice to finally have a moment of peace and quiet after the frenzy of questions the guards had for her.

“How are you holding up, rookie?”

“I’m okay, I guess. Considering…” It definitely could have been much worse. Besides a sore chest, you felt alright. “It’s a good thing you came back.”

“Yah, well let’s just say I wasn’t about to trust what that oaf told me. I watched him as I left, and saw him go back inside the bathroom. I knew something was up.” She looked over at your bruised chest. “He got you pretty good, huh?” She reached out a hoof, touching your chest gently.

“It’s nothing, really.” That didn’t mean you had to stop her from examining it. The mare prodded you a bit before she was apparently satisfied.

“What did the guards ask, anyways?”

“Just what you would think. Like if he had any reason to attack me, what he said, if he hurt me.” You told her, remembering the whole scenario again your head. “They made me fill out a statement and sign it. I might have to go testify against the guy in a few months.”

Spitfire chuckled suddenly. “Your mom’s gonna really think I bucked up.”

You had to laugh too. “She might.”

She looked down at the lawn in front of the bleachers. “I didn’t hear everything he said before I got there. Knowing Streak’s past I have a good idea what he was trying to make you do.”

You just sat in silence. You knew damn well what he was trying to do. And you hated the fact you had been powerless to stop him. Still, what almost happened, maybe…Your eyes welled up a bit as you fought back tears. “I’m just a pervert, anyways. Maybe I deserved it.”

Spitfire looked over at you, her gaze turning fiery. She put a hoof around you, drawing you close to her. “Kid, I don’t want you to ever blame yourself for this, alright?” She spoke softly. “I saw my uniform in there. I don’t need to know the details, okay? All I care about is that you’re safe. Nothing happens to my cadets, especially under this roof, you got me?”

She sat you up straight, and smoothed your mane out again.

“Wipe those tears away too. Wonderbolts don’t cry.”

A short time later you’re both flying home. There wasn’t much to do at the academy anyways, after the fight. The place was cordoned off as they investigated the scene, and most of the cadets left since classes and training had been cancelled.

You can tell Spitfire is watching you more closely than she was this morning.

She motions off to the side, and you stop for some dinner. It’s a small little dive, walls cluttered with flight memorabilia. A quiet tune played from an old jukebox in the corner. To your surprise, the dimly lit diner is packed with ponies from the academy. “It’s a little hangout for Wonderbolts, rookie. Don’t be spreading it around, gotta keep it exclusive!” She said, grinning at you.

You notice Soarin’ and Blaze sitting at a table, two of Spitfire’s flight team. She eagerly leads you over, sitting down with the other top tier fliers. They greet you both with warm smiles.

“We figured you missed out on lunch, so we decided to meet up for dinner.” Soarin’ said. He motioned for a nearby waitress. She came by with a cold soda, and he slid it your way. You accepted it happily, thanking the light blue pony.

“It’s kind of a celebration too, kid.” Blaze said, nursing a frothy beer. “We’re all glad that creep is gone.”

“I can’t believe you were dating him!” Soarin’ said, playfully punching Spitfire in the shoulder. She glared daggers back at him.

“At least it’s going to cut down on some paperwork. I don’t have to try to cover for that oaf anymore. Ever since he got transferred and started throwing his rank around, it’s been a nightmare trying to handle all the complaints.” Spitfire said.

“At any rate, you really bucked him up, Spits.” Blaze said, laughing. “He isn’t going to be able to piss for a week!”

Soarin’ looked over at her, annoyed. “Don’t talk about it in front of us stallions, Blaze. It hurts just thinking about it…”

Blaze looked over at you. You realized she looked a lot like Spitfire, barring the eyes. “Hey kid, we want you to know, we got your back too, okay? Spitfire says she made you an honorary cadet. So that means we all are looking out for you now, right guys?”

A few nearby tables erupted in agreement.

“Th…thanks guys.” You said happily.

Spitfire butted in. “You guys are embarrassing the rookie. Not everypony’s got a few beers in them already, you know.”

“Well the night is young.” Soarin’ said, chuckling. He had an unopened beer in front of him. “What do you think Spits? Let the kid have a drink, eh?”

The nearby table of cadets started chanting. “Let the kid drink! Let the kid drink!”

“Augh, fine. I’m already going to get murdered anyways when his mother gets back. You sure as buck better pass me one too, Soarin’” Spitfire passed you the frothy bottle of beer. It was sweating in the open air. “Here rookie, try it.”

Taking a cursory sip, the froth stuck to your muzzle. The slightly bitter, tangy taste washed over your tongue, tiny bubbles tickling you as you drank deeper. Spitfire downed nearly half her bottle in one sip, wiping her muzzle daintily with the back of a hoof. “What do ya think?”

“Tastes bubbly!” You exclaimed.

The nearby table erupted into laughter. One cadet called out to the waitress. “Hey, get the kid another one! He likes it!”

Spitfire’s grinning at you as she orders some food for you both. “Well, if we’re gonna give him the Wonderbolt initiation, we better do it up right.”

“That’s the spirit!” Blaze says.

The waitress placed another bottle of the amber liquid in front of you. Not wanting to be rude, you tried to finish the current one first. After all, Spitfire had already downed her first. It seemed like the more you drank, the better it tasted. Tipping the first bottle up, you polish it off, wiping froth from your muzzle.

Soarin’ grinned. “Better look out Spits. The kid’s gonna out drink ya.”

“H…hey! Slow down rookie. I was only gonna let you have one anyways.” She says as she sees you taking a swig from the second bottle.

Blaze reached out and held her hoof. “Settle down, Captain. We’ll make sure nothing happens; let the kid have some fun. You remember your first night out at the bar, right?”

“Hmph, yah, but I wasn’t thirteen.”

“How old were you?” You asked her.

“Fifteen.” She said, smirking. “Just a wet behind the ears cadet. I think I snuck in here with these two clowns, and our superior officer caught us. He was a good pony though. Bought us a round of drinks, then told us not to let him catch us in there again.”

“That didn’t last long.” Blaze said, winking at you.

The waitress had come around again, tray full of bottles and plates of food. Expertly she dished out your meals; fried slices of tofu with plenty of fries. Digging in, you noticed for some reason the fried foods made the beer taste even better. You took another large sip, burping slightly as your head started to feel a little light. A big grin forming on your face, you ate, listening to the other ponies reminisce about days in the academy as the night wore on.

Alright, you tried to think. Somewhere things got away from you. At some point between finishing your meal and the cadets lifting you in a chair as you guzzled your fourth beer, the alcohol had hit like a ton of bricks. The bar was just a bunch of bright, blurred objects now, as you grasped the table firmly, making sure it didn’t get away from you.

Spitfire was flushed red, sipping at some other sort of drink. She had long since moved on from beer. She said something to Blaze, causing both mares to giggle.

“Nono, watch this...” Spitfire said, slurring it a bit. She looked deep into your eyes, putting on a pouty face. “Oh, rookie? I’ve been a very bad instructor. I need someone to punish me.” She flipped around, sticking her plot in your lap. Flicking her tail towards you, the orange hair touched your stomach. “I think I need a spanking, cadet.”

Turning beet red, you stared at her plot. Spitfire and Blaze started laughing. “Haha, you’re right, he turned bright red!” Blaze chuckled. “You got it bad for teacher, huh kid?”

“No I do not…” You slurred, thinking on it a second. You looked over at Blaze “I don’t!”

“Aw, c’mon kid, it’s okay. Spits is a Grade A mare. You got good taste.”

Trying to counteract the heat, you took another sip of your beer. How many was this now? You tipped it back to get the last drops, nearly falling off your stool. Spitfire reached out, stopping you from falling backwards.

“Whoah, whoah there kid. Easy. Geez, how many of these didya have?” She looked over at Soarin’. He was giving his innocent little angel impression. “Do you keep buying him these?”

“Why Spitfire, whatever do you mean?”

Looking back, she saw you going for her mixer. “Hey! That’s it, you have had enough, rookie.” She caught you as you leaned forward, almost losing it on the stool again. “Hey guys, I’m gonna take him home, okay?”

“Alright Spits. You can handle it?” Soarin’ said, motioning towards you.

“Hmph, wouldn’t be the first time I carried a drunk pony home. Right, Soarin’?”

The stallion grinned, blushing a bit. “Guilty as charged.”

She said goodbye to the other ponies from the academy, before leading you into the night air. She put your front hoof around her shoulder, helping you stand as she prepared to take off. Reaching out, you tried to push her away, but only succeeded in booping her nose. “Shpitfire! C’mon…c’mon, I got thish. I can fly myshelf!”

You looked up in the night sky. The buildings weren’t moving that much. You could handle this fine.

Spitfire grasped you tight. “I know. How bout you let me help you anyways?” She took off, lifting you with her. She held you tight to her side as she headed back. You decided this was fine too. Nestling your head in her fur, the lights seemed to streak by faster tonight. Seeing a blurred world while flying was making your head spin even more. Closing your eyes, you held onto her tighter.

She helped you up to the apartment, switching on the lights. You immediately lurched forward, crashing into the couch, giggling as you fell over onto the blanket.

Spitfire walked over, smirking at you as you rolled around on your back happily. She handed you a tall glass of water. “Trust me, kid. You’ll thank me tomorrow.”

“Cantya make me another drink, Shpits?” You said, drinking the water with distaste.

“No! You had enough.” She turned to the liquor cabinet. “Doesn’t mean I can’t have one though.”

She walks over, sitting down next to you on the couch. “You doing okay, kid?” She said, looking over at you.

“I feel awshome!” You exclaimed, laying down, your head in her lap, looking up at her. She was spinning a bit, but that was okay. You could still see her. “Hey, Shpitfire…I wanted to…I want to…ya know, thanksh. For shaving me.” You nestled your muzzle against her soft stomach.

She starts stroking your mane again. Finishing her drink, she lays back, sighing.

“Shptifire…” You say into her fur. “Yaknow…what Blaze shaid…I wanted to shay that too… I wash gonna tell you before…” Trying to sit up, you look over at her. “That y’know, that you’re bea…be…that you’re hot…”

Her face is flushed as she gives you a grin. “Oh yah? What would you do to your instructor then, if you could?”

Looking at the mare, you thought for a second. You flushed with embarrassment as she looked at you with those orange eyes. “I’d…I’d give her a kish…”

“How are you gonna do that from over there?”

You addled mind trying to process things, you looked into her eyes deeply. She was looking right through you. Your heart raced as you leaned in. How you actually found your target, you did not know. Your muzzle met hers, and for an instant you could feel her breath on you, as you searched for her mouth. She corrected for you, and met you full on, opening her muzzle and softly kissing your lips. You could feel her soft tongue reach out against your mouth, and you opened ever so slightly for her in surprise, letting her taste you.

She pulled back, leaving you in stunned silence as she rested her body on the couch alongside you in a sultry pose.

“What else would you do?”

Head still foggy from the beer and your first kiss, you looked down at her, splayed out along the back of the sofa. What wouldn’t you do!

“I’d…I’d hold her…” You said, laying down next to her and putting a hoof around her body. She held you close, hugging your body close to her. You could already feel yourself getting excited, your little trooper fighting through the alcohol. Rubbing your body against hers, she must have felt it.

Chuckling, she stopped you. “I’m not that drunk, rookie.” She sat you up, still rubbing your back, your head still cradled in her chest.

“Mmmm, you shmell nice, Shpitfire…” You mumbled, glancing up at her face. She was staring down at your dick. If you hadn’t lost your spatial awareness hours ago, you could have sworn she was moving her hoof down your side, closer to your thighs.

“You are such a little cutie. You get so embarrassed by your instructor, don’t you?”

“Mmhm.” You say, nuzzling her chest fur. Her hoof is almost on your shaft now. You’re at full mast, straining against her body as she plays her hoof along your stomach. She grazes your dick, and you murmur in approval.

Opening your eyes, the room is still spinning as she looks down at you. Her eyes are different than usual. Her look is positively disarming as she looks down at you now. She’s obviously feeling the alcohol too as her head wavers back and forth slightly. She’s stroking the back of her hoof against you now, teasing you. You just keep looking into her eyes as she touches you.

She gives you an evil grin as she grasps you hard, stroking down your length with determination. You sigh, pushing your head into her chest fluff, closing your eyes as you ride the sensations. Touching yourself doesn’t even begin to compare.

Spitfire pulls you over a bit, holding you in her lap now. She massages your stomach as she continues masturbating you. You’re groaning a bit as her yellow hoof glides along your length.

“You make the cutest noises, rookie.” She whispered at you, slurring her words slightly. You open your eyes and look up at her. She’s smirking at you as she works you over.

She’s using both hooves now, alternating between working the tip and slowly stroking the entire shaft. Pushing your hips off the sofa, you can’t stop thrusting at her. You can’t believe you hadn’t cum yet. The drunken haze was holding you back longer than you could have thought. She’s obviously trying for results now. The teasing was over. Her fiery hooves were stroking the bottom of your shaft, circling the flared tip. Grunting, you finally peak, shooting all over her yellow hooves and blanket. You’re panting as you keep cumming, her hooves working you for all you had.

“Mmm, that was nice.” She whispered in your ear. She’s just caressing your chest now, kissing your shoulder from behind as you ride out your afterglow. Spitfire holds you tight as you come back down to earth. Nestled in her warm chest, you nod off quickly. She sits there for a moment, stroking your mane as you snooze soundly in her lap.

Spitfire’s head was still hazy as she watched the city lights. She sat there for a while, letting her buzz play out as she kept petting you. When she was sure you were asleep, she reached down to her own nethers, using the same hoof. Drops of your cold seed touched her inner thighs as she rubbed herself, prodding her folds, and teasing her clit into showing itself.

She still had a hoof on your back, your sleeping head poised on her lap, as she started moaning in desperation. Closing in on release, she spread her legs wider, rubbing her clit quickly as she panted in pleasure. Spitfire sighed as she brought herself to a quiet orgasm, cumming lightly on her hoof. Heart racing, her chest rose quickly as she rode it out, looking down at your sleeping form.

Finally content, Spitfire reached over and flipped out the light. Head swimming from alcohol and sex, she curled up on the couch next to you, your head perched on her rump as she cradled a pillow to her face, falling away quickly in sleep.